Isa, breathed a sigh of relief, she was in her element, inching towards a human in a combat stance, ready to dish out all sorts of violence on him. He adopted a stance which seemed to be a form of freestyle boxing, he was more relaxed than she was, her stinging wound had her in fight mode, she couldnt afford to give this man an inch, based on his earlier tactics.

Just as she was thinking of attacking the man, leant on his left leg to bring his right leg up for a powerful front kick, it was known in the fight circuit as the 'punt kick'. Isa knew how to kickbox so she knew that while kicking he would be putting all his balance on his standing leg, but first she would have to attempt to block the move, he was too tall and the reach of his kick was impossible to slip and counter, she dropped both forearms at her midsection to block the he stomach and the kick slammed VERY hard into her arms, she technically blocked it, but the man's shoe scraped the skin off her elbow and the impact of the kick rattled to her core, she felt her organs shake. 

This man was not normal, Isa's normally inhumanly tough body was taking massive damage from blocked attacks.

Isa was now able to counter but not with her hands, as the were still numb from impact. He was doing a damn good job at keep her at bay, she wanted to circle away but his excellent foot work would probably trap her,so she went for the desperation move, she shot her body like a catapult forward looking to tackle the man to the floor, lowering her body hoping to use her powerful shoulder to crash into and pull him down from his left leg. She knew this was risky but she had a small hope beacuse he wouldn't be at full balance after the kick. And if she got him down she could follow up with some downward left elbows.