<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a sigh, rubbing her shoulder. She was sore, but not quite willing to give up the fight yet. She gritted her teeth when he said it would be the last one, but she knew he was right. At this point, continuing would mean that she would just get more and more tired.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Alright. I got this.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she said, sliding into her fighting stance again. This time, she didn’t wait for him to come to her, as soon as he signaled he was ready, she was on him, bobbing and weaving striking four times in quick succession before popping back a little to dodge the inevitable blows.</span>