As she watched Kengetar shed his gear, Melody suddenly realized that her heart was pounding. When was the last time she'd been in a [i]Luftë me grushta[/i] ... a fist fight? And with a man, no less!

[color=yellow]"You're going to wish you had your bodyguard,"[/color] he taunted her, raising his fists again. 

Melody loosened her body a bit, shifted her feet, inched just a tab bit forward as her head and upper torso tensed up. Kengetar threw the first punch, to which Melody nimbly avoided. She smiled wider, then chuckled; Melody knew that he hadn't been trying to hit her but had been gauging whether or not she actually knew what she was doing.

He repeated the jab at her head with one hand, then swung the other upwards toward her belly. In a flash, Melody blocked the punch while simultaneously spinning almost all the way around; her other hand, still clenched in a fist, swung through the air as if it were a mace on the end of a chain, contacting the Sedent's jaw solidly but not with enough force to do much other than make him stagger ... and possibly mad?

Melody regained her stance again, smiled, and laughed. She decided it was time for [i]her[/i] to do some taunting: [color=yellow]"Maybe I should go get Elbara to stand in for you ... [i]barbarian[/i]. She looked to have a little bit of [i]true[/i] warrior in her."[/color]

Her confidence was building, though whether that was a good thing or not was questionable. She surge forward quickly with a [i]goditje e mesme e lartë[/i], a mid-high rounding kick that she'd learned in her martial arts training as a child. It didn't connect with Kengetar, though, missing his lower rib cage by just an inch. That wasn't the worst part though: she hadn't considered the carpeted floor beneath her feet, which was over unleveled ground, and the maneuver left Melody off balanced and leaning well into the man's reach.