Nyri silently walked to the center of the ring, limping lightly. She'd sprained her ankle with the last attack. The girl calmly began meditating in the center of the ring, not moving an inch. Her hair swayed lightly on her back and she calmly hummed a soft toon, listening for any impending attacks. If there were any, she would back flip clear over her attacker and then slam her fist into the soft spot on their skull in a triumphant final blow.