Sonya allowed Cyril's insult to slide this time around as she took that response as well as his decision to go first all into consideration. He's already trying to provoke me so I won't fight with a clear head. Smart. And his stance shows some knowledge in martial arts. Not surprising considering his background. She assessed while giving him another smirk. "Let's begin." She announced simply before running forward with her fist aimed at Cyril's face for the second day in a row. However, Cyril was ready this time and dodged the punch at the last second. Fairly good reaction time. Sonya thought just as Cyril threw a punch at her own face. She easily caught it with her free hand. Strength's not bad either. The woman released Cyril's fist the moment he pulled it away before she jumped a few yards back.
"Is that all you've got boy?" She questioned with an arrogant smirk. Although the brunet responded with a deadly glare, it was nothing short of his usual. Surprisingly level-headed in battle, Sonya noted just as Cyril rushed over to release another attack, but his speed needs work. When he was close enough, Sonya grabbed his outstretched arm with both her hands and easily flipped the teen over her shoulder. Cyril landed on his back with a loud thud, the impact momentarily stunning him. It was all the time the red-head needed to step on his shoulder and slowly twist his arm in an unnatural position.
"What are you doing?! You're going to snap his arm!" Abby screamed.
"Shut up." Sonya muttered, not looking away from Cyril's glare. If she didn't concentrate all her energy on him, she would accidentally break his arm. But that wasn't her goal; Sonya wanted to see just how far Cyril's tenacity would go. He was obviously in pain but there was still a look of fire in his eyes when he stared back at her. He was even trying to bite back his cries. Sonya bent his arm back just a tiny bit more and finally, Cyril closed his eyes and slammed his free hand on the grass several times.
"Shit, I give! I give!" He shouted. Immediately, Sonya released her hold and the teen pulled his arm back to nurse it. The red-head hated to admit it, but she was impressed. A few seconds longer and his arm would have broken under the pressure. Sonya backed away to give Cyril some space before she turned to others.
"Okay, who's next?" She calmly asked.