<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name: Scarlet<br/>Location: Unknown Dimension<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Mission: Unknown<br/>Mood: Apprehensive</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/>Scarlet let out a slight grimace as her punch connected with the man and he didn't even so much as grunt. She was truly in awe when she heard the shattering of his rib and he still didn't react. Did he have pain receptors? She didn't want to hurt him, just... stop him.<br/><br/><strong>"Course I'm holdin' back!" </strong>Scarlet snapped.<strong>"Ya daft? I don' wanna kill ya! What sorta loon would wanna fight me all out?" </strong>She eyed her opponent up and down trying to think of the best way to put him down without hurting him. She could tell by the way he fought he was probably mostly self taught. Skilled to be sure, but he hadn't spent years mastering the martial arts like she had.<br/><br/>As she leaned back from a quick blow she slid in close to him hoping to position her back to him and throw him. He had other ideas though and she was completely out of sync with his motions as he brought his hand down in an overhead blow. His entire body moving into the blow to put not just strength but body weight and height into it. Scarlet quickly moved to block the blow above her head but her positioning was such that she didn't have the footing to rebuff such a strike. He drove her to her knees with that blow.<br/><br/>Struggle or press as he wanted though Scarlet would not let go of that arm. Being lifted bodily from the ground by his great strength and size. She hung to his arm for several seconds before she smiled.<strong>"Aight," </strong>she said cordially.<strong>"Suppose I best step it up," </strong>she said conversationally. She let go but continued to float where she stood.<strong>"Yer sure this is what y--"</strong>Scarlet stopped in mid sentence as the man let out a powerful blow to her now completely exposed midsection.<br/><br/>The punch sent her rocking back slightly and she shook her head, landing lightly on the ground, she was getting cocky and careless. Carelessness was the enemy of a martial artist, she reminded herself. Her feet moving so they were shoulder width apart while her elbows tucked into towards her sides with her palms facing out. She tucked her chin towards her chest and grinned. Her stance was such so that her left leg and left arm were forward slightly. She lashed forward with a kick aimed for his center mass, straight legged, with just enough oomph that should it hit she'd be able to charge forward with her shoulder and then move onto pummeling his injured side. She really hoped he wasn't immune to feeling damage. She'd never fought anyone who was immune to blows. Would she have to start using nerve strikes? And if that didn't work would she need to Ki blast him?