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Daffney braced herself, ready to counter Yana's attack. She could see Yana was starting to lose her composure. As Yana reached her, Daffney sidestepped, narrowly avoiding her wild charge.

Yana, however, was not deterred. She spun around quickly and aimed a kick at Daffney's midsection. Her black shoe connected, almost taking Daffney off her feet. She gasped for air, the wind knocked out of her, but she didn't go down.

"Take that,” said Yana, surprised at how well it had worked.

Daffney wanted to collapse to the ground, but she wouldn’t show any weakness. She was already in her bra and losing would mean she’d be left in much worse.

Yana lunged at Daffney again, this time aiming to grab her by the shoulders and **** her to the ground. Daffney reacted quickly, grabbing Yana's wrists and trying to twist out of her grip. The two girls struggled, each trying to overpower the other.

Daffney felt Yana's grip tightening. She thrust her knee up, aiming for Yana's stomach. The knee struck home, and Yana let out a grunt of pain, her grip loosening slightly.

Taking advantage of the moment, Daffney pushed Yana to the ground. She knew she couldn't let Yana get too close again. Her eyes flicked towards the parked cars, and for the first time, Daffney wondered if Yana really had come here alone.

She turned back to Yana, aiming to press her advantage. A few more hits like that and Yana would be cannon fodder.