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No waiting for him to reset himself this time, even as Beelzebub 'pounced' at Raven, the redhead stepped in towards the demon, with a right handed uppercut aimed at his chin, and a left handed jab for his solarplexus.

And this time, she was putting all her inhuman strength into her punches... strength that could let her punch her hand through a car door.

He was rubbery, it was unlikely that she would even manage to break any of his bones but she figured that if she was lucky she could manage to knock the wind out of him and make his ears ring really well.

He was ignoring her hits, earlier they had landed and done some damage, and that was before she put her full strength into them. Now, he was taking them like a pile of dirt takes a stone thrown at it. That was .... annoying... anyone paying close enough attention might notice tiny flickers of light, dancing through her short red curls, turning the blood red locks to fire orange and gold... she was starting to have trouble concentrating on keeping her temper.

Not a good sign.

"I am..." a pause as she let him get in close enough to grab his right horn with her right hand reaching across her body to do so, kicking off from the mat with her left as she used him as a vault to set herself into a good high jump....high enough to easily bringing her right knee up to smash into his chin.

Her left foot would follow right behind the right knee jab with a push kick to his gut as she let go of his horn, pushing him back and herself away from him momentarily, to land back on her feet several paces away, back in her fighting stance.

"Raven. Hono'o Arashi Raven." Hono'o and Arashi were said with the traditional Japanese inflections, making them a title, more than a name.

Distance was really useful, you didn't need too much of it either, four or five paces could be just perfect. Raven didn't wait for a sign form on high, she reestablished her stance after the last hit, in case he managed to retaliate, and then she launched into her next move.

In this case, it was six paces between herself and the demon... and she took the first four of them at a run, dropping to the mat in a slide for the fifth. Her slide would send her skidding past his feet on his right.

If she managed to get past him, she would hook her left hand hand on his right shin, while aiming a right elbow strike at the back of his right knee.

Since he evaded her grab, she had two hands free, not to mention two feet of her own, and moving target was always harder to hit.

His foot went up, and she rolled into his left leg.

It wasn't perfect, after all she had been sliding past, and he was aiming at her head, so she was already mostly behind him, and since she had failed to stop her skid by grabbing his right leg, she was still moving towards his back.

She had previously mentioned that she did not grapple, but that was a lie, the old part of her just preferred to grapple without clothes. She had learned more than just boxing over the years, grappling just rarely worked, with an opponent who wasn't two times bigger than she was, for once, this might actually work.

Rolling so that she saw his left heel flash past her face she made another grab for him, his left leg this time as she twisted herself around, using Him as her pivot point so she could get on her knees to his left and bounce up into a shoulder strike for the bottom of his rib cage.

Remember those pretty little lights in her hair? They were getting brighter... and hotter. Like, literally hot.

Unless Beelzebub was immune to temperatures of around 800 °C, he was about to learn why you shouldn't touch a fire elemental's hair. It should be becoming more obvious why she had cut it so very short when previously Raven had always been known to wear her hair very long, it was very difficult to control and unconscious ability when someone was trying to squish your face into an icky boxing ring mat.

Anything the hair touched was going to start smoking, and lighting on fire in a matter of moments.

Hair aside, all he was holding onto was her head, since she had squirmed and shifted to her stomach the same as he had, keeping him off her back.

The smoke was the first indication she had that something was wrong, she couldn't feel the heat, it was a part of her after all.

Beelzebub letting go of her let her get a look at the problem. "oh bother." Frowning she shifted back to her knees and glared at the little fires, watching them wink out as they were snuffed by a localized sudden lack of air. "Sorry about that." The hair was getting longer by the second, and resembled fire more and more as she got to her feet.... and left the ring.

The game was over, her abilities would require too much attention to allow for more fighting in an area like this.

One moment she was there, looking over she shoulder at the oncoming ring, and then she was gone.

"You won.... why would you attack someone who conceded the match to you?" There was a great heat at his back suddenly, even if the words were soft, they were full of scorn and a barely checked rage.

If Beelzebub dared to look over his shoulder, he would find himself staring straight at the sun, or at least at something that blazed bright like the sun.

It was almost touching him, not even enough room for him to turn around without touching it..... The demon should be very, very careful now.

The match was over as far as Hono'o was concerned, anything else..... was personal.

And for once his kick hit.... too bad it was into a piping hot mound of Lava... that just happened to look like a woman.

Fire Elemental... reborn in the depths of N'Granek... Hono'o had gained a new form that day.

Safe bet was that the little demon was going to loose a foot.