Colleen had both skill and raw talent, not to mention a need to prove herself to her dead father and a rage that constantly boiled in her veins. She fought with an intensity that not many could match and it was clear that he couldn't as he just stood there and took her jabs. The only pleasure she had gotten out of it was that unmistakable sound of the faint cracking of ribs that would eventually cause more issues and leave him open again. The young woman still had her head on her shoulders for the moment, her rage still in check as they danced around the ring. He had far more mass than her and if he got his hands on her she would take a massive beating so she kept on her toes and at a safe distance. The more she watched him the more she sensed who he was as a person, what drove him to that point in his life. In another lifetime she would have felt sympathy for him, but she saw something cold and dead in his eyes as well.<br/><br/>Why wasn't he fighting? He had been so quick to charge and now it was like they were doing a dance competition to see who would drop first. If she wasn't careful she would expend all of her energy very quickly trying to bring him down. There was no skill in that, no honor in a fighter that will not fight. His actions were not only disrespectful to her, they were disrespectful to the owners of the pit and to the audience that had come to see a real fight. Isn't it odd how the smallest thing can trigger something deadly? The more he seemed to stall the more she could feel it rising, her head shaking a few times in an attempt to clear it from her mind. That was how it worked. First it started by clouding her mind, then her heart, and finally her soul. Once she was fully consumed by it there was no way to control herself, no way for anyone to control her until it ran its full course and she passed out. Her father had told her that it was the dragon blood that ran in their line, that was why they always saw red when it finally took full control, it was the dragon blood. He had also told her that he had been the only one that had been able to learn to control it. Now he was gone and she was alone with it.<br/><br/>Colleen started taking in deep breaths as she could feel her body being effected by the rage. Every muscle in her body was on the ready, her mind fully clouded as she went in for another strike. The look on her face as her fist didn't connect with any part of the mass that was Eymen was shock, but it was clear that the rage was already trying to recalculate her next move. The feeling of his huge knee connecting with her gut was one she would always remember as it was the first time she thought that she would never breathe again. Colleen had dropped to the mat clutching at her chest as she made gasping noises in an attempt to breathe, fists pounding the mat. It had taken over her heart and if it hadn't she would not have the strength to carry on.<br/><br/>The crowd went wild as the David and Goliath match seemed to be over. Colleen was still in the process of catching her breath, one hand clutching at her chest as she wheezed through broken ribs.<br/><br/><i>About time he did something. Watch yourself, don't get that close again, you got lucky this time.<br/>
</i><br/>Nodding her head she half grinned at him in approval before she took that opportunity to maneuver herself into position. Left leg struck out and her foot connected hard with the side of his right knee and as she moved around she swiped his other leg out from under him so that he was on the mat as well. The level of pain that she was in could have killed someone on its own, but the rage would not let up and it numbed her. That was a big issue, if she couldn't feel it then she had to remember that she couldn't take damage there again, but she was so out of her mind that it was hard. With him now on the mat with her it gave her a little better access to his more tender spots. Her arm had moved down to clutch her ribs as she crawled towards him and grabbed his right leg, her foot connecting to his knee again in an attempt to blow it out so that he couldn't get back up. There was no way she was going to get closer to his arms and get grabbed up, but she had heard the tiny fracture of his ribs before and knew that was another tender spot for him. Should she go against her better judgement and go for them or take out his other leg?