Jack can at least fight back

Jack held onto the turnbuckle, trying to get his feet back under him as Alice watched him, hands hardly raised at all from her sides and totally still. It was hard to pinpoint her as more of a snake or a cat or some other unworldly predator, but it was unsettling to most people. Jack spit some blood out of the ring and went straight for her, instead.

Jack swung a heavy elbow at her head, which she ducked under easily enough. He followed with a low knee, but she caught that with both hands, actually lifting herself up and balancing on it a split second. When Jack grabbed for her lengthy hair, she whipped herself in midair, the hair gracefully pulling from his reach and spiraling around her. She landed on the ropes, balancing as if she were on the sidewalk. Jack made several more grabs at her, trying to throw her precarious balance off but she only used it as opportunities to change feet and throw kicks into his cheeks.

Jack finally smacked the ropes hard themselves, ignoring Alice a moment. She smiled a bit brighter, maybe surprised or just impressed, but it **** her to bounce off over his head. She threw a karate chop at his neck, giving a shock to his spine, but Jack reached up and grabbed for her all the same. He caught something and pulled hard, and heard a loud rip as Alice's fine black dress tore right off. She wore nothing under it, the petit and skinny pale girl exposed shamelessly before him, a meticiously hairless pubic mound revealed. She still stood spread-legged in a martial arts stance, and Jack had to wonder if she was showing him everything on purpose or if she was that bright on the subject of sex. Wasn't a bad idea to find out, at this rate, given how successful fighting was turning out to be