She was quick, he’d give her that, but she was also overestimating herself. And Alliec could see it in the way she moved, the way she carried herself. He knew a bit about most civilian martial arts programs, they were tiered, the best fought the best, and so on and so forth, you were rarely pitted against someone you wouldn’t have at least a chance of beating…that’s not how Alleic was trained, he’d learned how to fight someone when you knew they were weaker, and how to fight when you knew you were weaker.<br/><br/>He’d taken his beatings to be sure, but they had taught him many things, and one of them was how to take a punch. Which is exactly what he did when Elizabeth, launched her upward palm strike. Rather than moving away he simple let the blow land. Wincing a bit as it did, but not stumbling or pausing.<br/><br/>He stepped forward and drove his own fist hard into the girl’s solar plexus,  one of the oldest rules, if you could manage it. One of the best times to strike your opponent was while they were attempting to strike you.<br/>