Yes

Daffney managed to wobble Yana with the strike. She stepped in to her next hit and her knuckles collided with her forehead.

Yana stumbled backwards as Daffney continued to pound her. She tried to cover up as she backed away but it did little good. She **** her back until she collided with a waiting car and began to sink towards the ground.

“Oh no, I don’t think so,” said Daffney, seizing her by the hair. “You started this and I’m going to finish it.”

Daffney dragged the aching and dazed Yana to her feet and slammed her upper body onto the hood of the car. Yana grunted from the impact. She was practically resting on the hood of the car when Yana picked her up again and turned her around to face her.

“You’re a fucking joke,” Daffney said.

She didn’t have time to respond as Daffney shoved her back first into the car. Yana collided with it and sank down to the ground.

This time Daffney allowed her to hit the ground. Her opponent lay on her side, utterly beaten.

Her long shirt had risen up a little as she hit the ground, exposing her white, pinkish skin. The zip on the side of her long black pants had come down a little bit, exposing something purple.

Yana might be beaten but she hadn’t yet been humiliated.