Trixi noticed his foot didn’t stop even as her baton was coming down, aimed for the knee section and in an attempt to keep his kick from hitting. She didn’t like the fact he had no self preservation instincts to protect his limbs, making her wonder how he had lived so long.
Already her hip had tilted to avoid the kick, bring her hip to the side, yet his foot was still coming. Through the move seemed to have altered from its original path. At first, Trixi assumed, it appeared to have been heading toward her abdomen but now… it was shifting down. Changing into a step rather than a kick with the leg pulling downward, not upward to meet her baton half way. With his step back, the foot’s location would’ve been just line up with her left foot’s inside nearly stepping on her toe if he had more reach. Each movement he made controlled far more than humanly possible. Like some unseen puppet master was pulling Gonad’s strings and toying with her.
The woman already her baton set in motion when Gonad’s leg came out and started to shift back, unable to stop it since she didn’t have the refine control he did. Stopping them was much harder than simply shifting the focus and power behind it.Her actions shifted to putting distance between him and her now, her muscles adjusting the weight back instead of into her arm. Her right foot shifted to push off and trail back to her left one, skirting the ground in a slight shuffle movement, then repeat like a boxer backing off a punch. If uninterrupted she would pull about two steps back and out of Gonad’s range of his open handed back. With her focus into back off, her arm’s power decreased through the movement wasn’t stopped. If it still hit, an unlikelihood, than it wouldn’t have shattered bone. At worse it would’ve bruised or caused friction damage along the meaty area of his lower calf, something more painful than crippling, at least likely for someone of Gonad’s control.
Gonad’s turn slowed, just like before when he originally wound up, causing Trixi to expect the worse. When his body leaned backwards and stepped, she was already increasing her pedal backwards to another step. While the man’s arms might’ve been out of reach, his legs weren’t yet and would likely edged into a low or roundhouse kick she guessed. Something she wasn’t clearly ready to counter against. Already a ferocious roar screamed in her ears causing her to flinch and react at seeing something move at her right side suggesting her assumption was right.
When her baton cleared Gonad’s leg, she kept it moving as she lowered her arm to sweep the baton around and hopefully catch his leg. While it might’ve not stopped it, it might at least use his own force to damage it for her. Putting them both on even ground in the fight. She was already imagining the results in slow motion in her mind. From the moment he nailed her leg to her crippling fall, knocking her breath out and leaving her to be finished off. One thing was clear… a blow like that she wasn’t going to be able to use her leg afterwards even with the hit softened. Just as she expected his leg to come around and finish this, his leg never slammed into her and instead he bellowed a loud “BOO!”.
Trixi jerked as if Gonad had slapped her. Her heart was jumping into her throat and lungs heaving, pouring more air into her adrenaline fueled system, and even her eyes were closed so not witness the aftermath. It took her a moment or two to realized what had happened. Gently her eyes peered open and looked at the shit eating grin Gonad’s mug had, irritation and relieve twisted in her at his little stunt. Finally settling her heart down enough to speak, Trixi’s body lifted then relaxed into a neutral stance through it was ready in the event he decided to take advantage. There was about a foot or more between the two, considering Trixi had taken about a 2-3 step back retreat unless stopped, around the time Gonad screamed boo. Truthfully, it nearly made her piss her pants.
“Not funny asshole!” She snapped with irritation though her lips had a hint of smirk on them. Inhaling to calm her rattled nerves, she then continued letting her hands rest at her side. “I’ll tell you what. How about we make this match a bit more… spar friendly? Personally, I’m not a fan of broken bones and I’m pretty sure you might not be either.”
Not believing what she was to suggest, Trixi continued-unless interrupted- as the visibility seemed to drop abruptly. “Instead of us both crippling each other, then about a pure melee match? If one of us hits the other’s chest than the loser forfeits and we leave without too much damage. Through there’s two conditions: You’re going to have to aim not to break my bones or send me flying with one hit. In exchange, I won’t use any weapons or extra abilities. Sound fair? ”
The whole time, Trixi thought she was honestly crazy. She wasn’t worried about herself beating the guy up as much as him crushing her to a pulp, a fact that wasn’t pleasant to think about. Giving Sam the excuse to lecture her while he patched her up was the last thing on her list and the only reason she considered suggesting this was because the guy could’ve easily won with a roundhouse or low kick at her calf. Yet he didn’t oddly. There was still a doubt in her mind he would agree or even consider her offer, let alone understand it. Her nerves on edge the whole time, she was prepared to react accordingly to his actions. If he attacked, she would dodge and counter. If he accepted, then she would remove her belt quickly and discard it to the side before beginning the match again with more vigor.
The ball was in Gonad’s court.
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