<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a yip as she found herself hanging, barely even seeing him move, jerking as her momentum caught up with her before he dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. She hopped back onto her feet. Rocking back on her heels for a split second before launching herself forwards, knowing it was a futile attack, she waited for him to block her shoulder tackle before attempting to drive a punch with the other hand into his gut again.</span>