Tikka has the moves

“No way!” Tikka insisted.
“Take it BACK!” Ann swung a hard smack across Tikka’s face. The kung fu girl’s head whipped aside, but she turned back and fired a jab into the ex-Goth’s gut. Ann oofed and fell back, holding her belly and stumbled back. Tikka went after her, striking rapidly with chops and kicks that pummeled her into the corner. Ann fell on her ass, hands flailing for defense between them. “No wait! Please! I’ll do extra credit! I’ll clap your erasers! Anything! Just don‘t hurt me!”
Tikka smirked and backed away. “Your weakness is pathetic… and I don’t have any erasers in a dojo.”
Ann grabbing outside the ring and suddenly clapped a pair of school erasers together, the white powder flashing between them.
“Funny! They do me a lot of good!” Tikka fell back coughing when Ann tackled her down.