Boxing and striking

You don't know anything about fighting, except what you learnt trough the movies of course. However, you guess that, being heavier, boxing is probably the best option in that context...besides, this is the only thing that comes to your mind. You are ready. Rising your hands to protect the face, a bit clumsy, and flinging forward your fists, you move forward. The strategy is aiming at the girl's upper body, avoiding her face as much as you can, to uppercut her stomach once she is distracted. You throw the first punches, which are incredibly slow though, missing her completely. Grace has no problem in dodging them, walking around you like a vulture. Maybe she is too distant, you think, and closing the gap would improve the odds of catching her. So, you get closer to your bouncing opponent, opening the right arm and pointing for the first time at her head. Your fist has just started rotating when a powerful kick hits your chest, coming and going like a storm. You couldn't see it. The air stored in your lugs winds out of you in a hiss; your guard disappears as your hands drop instinctively down. Grace steps forwards and lows her body, spinning on her feet and delivering another powerful back kick. You land abruptly on the blue floor. It is hard to believe, but you have been already knocked out.

Painfully, you try to breathe again, feeling your chest on fire. Some girls are giggling, but one of them scolds Grace; "He is not at your same level, don't be too rough!". You feel like a wimp, hearing that one of her friends is worried for you. Grace walks cool on your side, watching down with despise, and then lifts her heel above the head, ready to deliver a final hammer kick to wipe you out. The same arms meant to be your weapons in the upcoming fight are now impotently shielding your face. You look in fear at her small foot hanging up in the air. It's incredible the damage that a thing so small can do to a grown man. Strangely enough, you realize that your predicament now is the same of that burglar soundly beaten the other night. Reminding the scene of that massacre you cannot help but quivering in terror. "Please, no more!", you cry out, giving up any dignity, "Please Grace, spare me!". She stares your eyes, visibly disappointed. and then slowly lays her foot down, putting it on your stomach. She improvises a quick victory pose for her mates, just to add insult to the injury, and then climbs over to reach tem. "Told you that he was a jerk…", the girl says without deserving you of a look. With the heart still throbbing you stand up, holding your chest, and flee away full of shame.

(The hammer kick or axe kick is very dangerous. If done correctly, once dropped it can smash your face or break your ribs)