Kaz's confidence was renewed with his successful strikes. The blows had landed, obvious pain had been leveled on his female foe, but he had not accounted for her quick recovery. Her shoulder spear had driven the air from his lungs as he was lifted off his feet. His eyes went wide with terror as he managed to blurt out, "oh shit," before his back went crashing into a pillar.<br/><br/>The impact was solid, the concrete pillar now had an imprint of his back in it. He still managed to stay standing on shaky legs, but his arms drooped at his sides. He gasped for air, he needed it to contonue this fight. He was dazed and stunned, his back hurt like hell. Never before had he been in such a battle and his mettle was certainly being tested. His eyes were unfocused, so what happened next was not too clear, but her heeled foot connected with his chest.<br/><br/>Kaz's armor may have been bullet proof, but that kick put a dent in the chest of his armor. His ribs stung, not broken but certainly bruised after that. He couldn't breath as his body slumped to the floor. He tried to take a few deep breaths, but his ribcage would not expand. On the third try he was successful, but the pain was intense and he cried out in agony. The hero had been bested in battle, a humiliating defeat for a man with such pride.