You do well enough.

You know that she won't take it easy on you.

You know that she trains with Batman.

You're ready...as you are going to be.

In your past experience, you learned that the last thing you want to see is a stern faced, Japanese woman (no matter how hot they may be).

You get into position.
Katana does as well.

She goes for a quick takedown.
You block it.

She tries for another, aiming for the other leg.
You narrowly avoid it.

You take your turn on offense, hoping to catch her off-guard.
No such luck.

You both keep at it, finding yourselves fairly evenly matched.

To be fair, her sword is not in play.
Thank Heaven for small miracles.

Eventually, she tries to seduce you a bit to get you distracted.
She rubs up against you in ways that don't really help her out in combat.

You pretend to fall for it, 'signaling' her to go for the kill (metaphorically speaking).

That's when you grab her arm and spin her around, getting a feel of her tits.
She snorts, but less out of anger at your actions and more out of anger at herself.

You hook her body and pull her off of her feet.
Her tight ass rubs against your cock.

"That's enough...for here," she says.

You let her down, expecting a kick or strike...that never comes.

She walks away, but then stops.

"My room- five minutes."
You nod.

You catch your breath and wait the appointed time.

The hallway is clear, some sort of fire down in Pakistan getting lots of attention.

The door opens before you can knock and you're greeted by a lovely sight.

"Come in."