Timmy tries to be clever

Kitty smacked Timmy around with some light, rapid kicks to the chest and head.

“Dang! Fine, wait! You can hit real hard, fine. But let’s have a contest to see how good you really are.”
“What’s that?”

This was what Timmy had been hoping for. An opponent that might be as gullible as he is, and he’d been hit with a lot of tricks.
“I’ll close my eyes, and you try and hit me as lightly as you can. Then you do the same, and I’ll hit you as soft as I can.”
“That’s weird… but okay!” Kitty chirped.

Timmy smiled and closed his eyes, but yelped and jumped as Kitty’s finger gently prodded his crotch.
“I guess I didn’t hit you hard, but you sure GOT hard,” she giggled.

“Uh… yea… good work. My turn.”
Kitty nodded and closed her eyes eagerly. Timmy ran to the other side of the ring, bounced off the ropes, and charged hard, throwing all his weight into one big punch.

Kitty was rattled off her feet, landing on her butt. “Yowww. I dunno, but I think you lost.”

Kitty didn’t even open her eyes yet, but Timmy hadn’t done as much as he’d hoped with his sneak attack. Maybe he could snatch a weapon from the jungle gym if he was quick, or he could try and hit her before she pieced everything together.