No. You’re pretty strong, but you’ve never faced anyone like her before.

Despite your best efforts, you soon find yourself reeling back. The Cowgirl follows you step for step, each movement forcing you further into submission. Her blue eyes are locked onto yours the whole time.

“Ah, I just love seein’ that look on somebody’s face,” she exults. “That little bit of fear in their eyes as it suddenly hits ‘em: I’m stronger. And there’s nothing”—she gives you a final shove that sends you tumbling to the canvas in defeat—“not a damn thing they can do about it.”

You know you need to get up, but you’re incredibly tired even from your brief encounter with her. You’ll need time to recover—time she doesn’t plan to give you.

“This is gonna be fun,” she says with a smirk.