With your training, yes you can (requires 5 STAMINA & 5 STRENGTH)

With who-knows-how-many hours at the gym, at the punching bag & the automatic bat, you match Fen blow for blow. It resembles Victorian era boxing: 2 pugilists standing toe-to-toe & hurling bombs, no ducking or dodging whatsoever. The only exception being they never had men fighting women, certainly not half-naked muscle women from the Far East.

Your loss Tom Sayers.

Fen's punching technique is crude but effective. Were you not receiving it, it would be a joy to watch the sinews flex under the honey coloured skin, starting at the waist before flowing up the chest to shoulders & down the arms. If she grounded herself, put her legs into it, it would be unstoppable. The sheer mass is an adequate compensator though.

"Rock 'em, Sock 'em, knock 'em down!"

You & your foe are evenly matched. Your pace slows simultaneously, you eyeball each other & share a final roaring punch into each others jaws. When you & the thug fall to a knee, you're rewarded with a big respectful cheer from the crowd. It's an awesome sight, seeing her hulking body heaving & sweating with exertion. Fen looks you up & down too, smiling. Respect, horniness, adrenal madness, you don't know.