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Velvet felt the girl manage to catch her hip, stopping it with both of her hands. The auburn-haired woman did not even unfold from her hunched over position. Her butt remained above her shoulders as Velvet rested her fingertips upon the sandy ground. Brooke swung at her…Velvet hadn’t been expecting much tact from the arrogant girl (she was one to talk). The Russian leaned away from Brooke’s punch, leaning into a clockwise turn with every intention to have her hip knock into the extended limb to throw not only the swing but the fighter off balance if it struck. The motion seemed simple, but anytime her butt or breasts made contact with another, a concentrated explosion of “qi” or ki not seen by the normal eye erupted from her blows, causing more devastation than what spectators would realize.

Brooke had blocked the hip strike attempt she had made earlier and she was certain the girl had felt it. The unusual force that was behind her movements. Her opponent was strong, but she was certain that her Qigong would ware her down the more she insisted on tanking her strikes instead of evade them.