She wriggles out.

You do your best to keep Athena in your clutches, but trying to tighten the bearhug with both of you coated head to toe in oil is like squeezing a bar of soap, and she seems to know a few tricks for escaping holds like this anyway.

She only has to struggle for a few more moments before holding her becomes a lost cause. You barely even have time to feel her sliding out of your grasp before your arms are squeezing empty air. You lunge forward to try to recapture her, but only earn a punch to the gut for your troubles that sends you reeling back, gasping for breath.

When you’ve recovered, you see her standing across from you once again, examining you with a cool, detached gaze. Each of you has denied the other a point, but the match isn’t over yet...