No, I’ll let her come to me.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you ask her.

“No,” she says, “but I did think you were a little more...” She licks her lips. “Daring. Oh well. I guess I won’t get to show off today.”

She lunges at you with surprising speed, and you’re **** to defend yourself, but you’re clearly outmatched—she forces you further and further back across the mat, driving a few solid blows into your midsection and head, until she’s got you trapped in the corner. She immediately starts pummeling you, breaking through your defense, and finishes up with a final body blow that impacts with such **** that you collapse to your knees as she takes a step back.