This wasn't about skill so much as pure physical violence. Every hit she got in, and every hit he managed to return served as a release. The pain felt good because at least this was familiar. This was something she could deal with.

When he caught her in the ribs she was sure at least one was cracked. It took her a second to get air back into her lungs. A scream of frustration followed as her fingers found purchase in his shirt to introduce him to the side of the building.