Aisha allowed herself a moment to writhe in pain. Dislodging him had caused her ribs to grind like a chest full of broken glass -she had nearly passed out from the pain.<br/>She had never had so much trouble with an opponent before. She just couldn't get a read on him -his attacks were powerful and chaotic, and always what she least expected...<br/>Now it was time to do some series damage to him -she had no other option. If she didn't hit him hard and get the upper hand... she didn't know how much more punishment her ribs and head could stand...<br/>Looking in his direction, she could see Astur already preparing to rise.<br/>One way or another, it would be over soon...