The girl avoided his punches, moving like water. She'd strike, dart back, strike again. She never stayed too close to him for very long, partly due to her own fear of physical contact. Then he took a knee, as if allowing her to finish the game. Nyri circled the man uncertainly, waiting for a break in his defenses. She calmly tied back her long black hair. Suddenly she darted forward from behind him, aiming a knockout kick to the back of his neck. If unsuccessful, she'd use the impact to leap backwards to a safe area.