No, I haven't.

You can tell a big right punch when you see one, and you're ready for it...

BAM!

Her left jab connects with the side of your face.

It was a fakeout!

Her punch lacks power but it surprises you enough to land two more unprotected shots to your chin.

You stumble backward as the room full of women cheer.

As Sharmane approaches you decide you need to go on the offensive. You swing with a wild right hook.

A blind girl could have seen this coming.

You can tell she's had a bit of training as she ducks under your punch and comes up, using the power from her legs to ram a right fist right into your unprotected gut.

As you stumble back more she unleashes two more shots to your head, a left and a right, knocking you back up against the wall. A sweet and familiar sounding voice calls out, "That's it girl, fuck him up!"

Your vision blurs a little as you slide down into a sitting position.

You're too dazed to notice Sharmane slinking towards you, ready to finish you off...