Peaches got to her feet, her bar draining, refilling, and then draining partway again as Joy landed from her strike.  The light about her faded as she turned and rose to face the snarling girl.  Joy was beaming even as her own bar flitted down a level.  "That's more like it!  Don't disappoint me now, girl!"<br/><br/>She let out a cry and darted in again, her fingers again extended as if to stab Joy in each breast with one hand.  Joy stepped back as she came, hoping she'd come for her again.  But before she could complete her feint and strike, Aika was there.  The Tennin moved as if guided by fate itself, slipping in at the perfect time, her small fist cracking into the side of their enemy and jolting her.<br/><br/>It also left her wide open for the cross part of the cross counter.  Joy stepped forward and her right fist slammed into the girl's ample chest hard to make her gasp even as her tits bounced from the impact, her shirt popping a few buttons, "Too slow!"  The girl's bar drained further, now red and flashing.  The American's grin widened just a hair, the fighter looking almost wild now.  "Try again!  Come on, try and land a good one on me!"