*Momentarily stunned from the bombardment of strikes he had endured, Titus was more focused on recuperating what little energy he had rather than pressing an all out assault and potentially risking it backfiring on him. Fall, on the other hand, was much more committed to leaving a lasting impression on the humungous warrior, launching herself forward and slamming her weaponized body against his unguarded midsection!*
"Ggnnhfff!" "He aggressively huffed, feeling himself collapse backwards upon impact, brazenly swinging the match in Fall's favor! Down but certainly not out, the wounded tyrant attempted to tuck his knees into his chest to prevent the inevitable from happening, forcing a stalemate while trying to formulate a viable plan of escape!*