Rose's expression became a sneer. The thought of admitting any amount of competency in the rookie made her feel ill. And yet, she'd done it. She'd acknowledged the rookie middleweight's resistance... And had committed to a change in tactics.
There was a calm tension between the two girls. Something that likely wasn't expected in a novelty bout like this one. Their eyes met. Rose's black and dialated with predatory urges. Arma-Gil-O's eager, perhaps even unintimidated. She was game.
"Fine. But when you're begging for mercy... Just remember that it was you who asked me to get serious." She rolled her neck as she spoke.
And the moment Gil's hands dropped to fix her Wedgie, Rose took off!
She sprinted at Gil in two long strides. By the third, she'd arrived. She was fast... The way that only Lightweight's were!
Her left foot pressed into the back of Gil's hand, pinning it to her thigh! At the same time, she used it to propel herself upwards as she swung her hips! Her right foot was sent crashing into the side of Gil's head! An athletic show of acrobatic violence known as a step-up enziguri!