(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/10315_GiaDiMarco_one08_zpsfxpyak98.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Level: 2<br/>Stamina: 26<br/>Climax: 22<br/><br/>Initiative : 4<br/>Accuracy: 4<br/>Defense: 5<br/><br/>Striking: 3<br/>Grab/Submission: 5<br/>Throw Power: 2<br/>Sex: 3<br/><br/>Trait: Escape artist</div></div><br/>Galilahi pummelled the punching bag furiously. The fighter had been in a foul mood ever since her first sparring bout and her ignominious defeat at the hands of Huy Huang. Luckily for Galilahi the method of his victory, by simply crushing the breath from her body in that training bout had left little lasting damage. A few dark bruises on her torso was the only evidence of the ease with which the muscular Asian wrestler had humiliated her. Galilahi was not one to be cowed by defeat, as soon as she had picked herself off the mat where Huy had unceremoniously left her she had called her manager. Swearing and cursing Galilahi had demanded that another fighter be found for her to spar against as quickly as possible. Brushing aside any suggestion that she should rest and wait for a bout to be arranged Galilahi had threatened to quit and find another manager unless a fresh opponent could be found to train against. Rattled, her manager had insisted that he would make the calls immediately and try his best.