<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla rocked back on her heels again, hopping up to her feet in one smooth motion, well rested and ready to continue. The key was to catch him off guard, to get herself to a point where...abs…. She shook her head, trying to clear it. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">FOCUS</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. There was a split second where he was open, right before he got her to a point of no return. She just had to be quick enough to act in his moment of arrogance. <br/>
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She smirked, launching herself from the starting point, leading with her shoulder, stopping just out of reach and coming in low for a gut punch, ready to knee him in the calf when he moved to block her fist.</span>