Your hands are free now! Use them!

Lucky for you, the Bombardier doesn't seem to expect you to resist very much. Is that really the impression you give off? Well, since her hips are hovering just above yours, and her boobs aren't in your face yet, you're able to slide back and out before she can make contact.

You're a bit dizzy as you shoot up to your feet, but your brain's starting to tick again now that you've had oxygen for a while. You grit your teeth and get into what you think is a fighting stance, growling lowly as you stare down your opponent. She's so disrespectful to you! Even now, she's taking her time to stand up all sensually, and she's grinning way too big. You need to defend your name!

"I'm NOT a bimbo!" You declare, raising your fists closer to the sides of your head. You're not going to let her walk all over you! So why's she still grinning?

"Well, if you're such a great fighter... why don't we put it to a test of strength?"

Behind your eyes, your mind flashes with visions of you getting pushed to the ground by this lady, and smothered again, while she laughs and mocks you.... She could probably overpower you with only one arm....

Just start grabbing! You don't know what to do, so you just race forward and reach out, trying to get a hold on anything! You know you can't beat her in punch trading, or on even footing, so your only chance is to try to immobilise her somehow. She steps back and... steps back again, and... wow, she's really hard to pin down. You haven't even managed to touch her. Is this what you'll be capable of after going to Coinpilfer? Well, you're certainly not yet! This might end up a massacre. Maybe you should've just let her put you out...

Well you can't give up yet! Either you give up and lose, or keep trying and only probably lose, so what's the hold up? If you can't get her with your arms, then maybe your legs...

Swinging up with one of your legs, she doesn't expect it, and you almost connect a kick to the side of her head -- you're not much of a fighter, but you sure are flexible -- but she manages to just barely pull back from that as well. Or that's what it looks like! But to the surprise of you, the Bombardier, and everybody watching, your rocket-propelled foot, just millimetres from the Bombardier's face, launches off its shoe directly into her nose at what you think is probably at least mach four. She should've let you tie them up!

She stumbles backwards, grasping at her face. This is the chance you needed! Running up towards her, you....