Surprisingly well (Fem)

You turn to flee from the centre, but he strikes at your unguarded back; the whip is like a burning iron, and you cry out from the intense pain, stumbling and falling to the ground, your hands vainly trying to clutch at the spot of impact.

"Pfah! Ver is your claws and vangs lioness? Vis can't be all you got!" he taunts you, flexing his chest at you. Fuck, what a mess you've gotten yourself into, but he is right, there's no point in running around; there's nowhere to run.

"Vat, lioness got your tongue?" He kisses his bicep, and that's when you begin your sprint at him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and... Well, lets just say occasional light excercise is no match for a full body workout. He doesn't even budge an inch

"Har-har! Good evvort!... But you're too vittle to vight me!" He raises his whip to hit you, but the angle to hit you is too awkward. He fidgets for a moment, trying to somehow hit you with his whip, but it's just not possible with you wrapped around his waist. His face flusters.

"Hector, what are you doing? Just hit her if you have to!" the voice over the PA says.

"Nie! I cannot hit a lady vith my vists like a common brute!"

In this moment you slip the whip out of his hands, and disengage yourself from his body, standing proudly with his whip in your hand.

"Hah! The lioness vinks she can use a vip to defeat m-" You flick the whip at his chest. "Aiee! Nie! Ah! I submit! I submit! The lioness has bested great Hector the Beastmaster!"

"Well there you have it folks! What a disappointing conclusion! But... Wait, no I can save this! Lady!" she addresses you, "how about you show your adoring audience how to properly use a whip on someone?" The infected cheer, rattling the once unmoving metal bars; some of the screws must've gotten loose.

Hector whimpers on the floor, whimpering from the whip strike. You suppose you could have a little fun.