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"It's not a retreat unless I run, feral, I don't run away." She said, he obviously couldn't tell the difference in their power, but it was all too clear to Emma who had the most strength here, and it wasn't her. The kick would have made anybody else start reeling from the pain, a kick in the chest was nothing fun, not Emma, she simply smiled, it was creepy as all kinds of things. "Are you satisfied, feral? You hit me, you changed nothing." Emma said, completely unphased, she stood up and got back in to a defensive stance, easily identifiable. "One last chance for you." Emma said impassivly, her eyes not leaving him for a second. She'd been kicked in the chest before, so what was this to her?

"I expected you to be smart, feral." Emma said with a shrug, it was his choice if he wanted to continue. Emma stepped backwards one more time to avoid the kick and saw what he was doing now. Emma ducked below him and moved forward to strike for once. She struck out with her fist as hard as possible toward his stomach, even though she was small she did know how hard she could hit, that's the reason she started fighting underground in the first place. Strong enough, fast enough, and certainly foolish enough.

Emma remained impassive and spit in Fenrir's face. "Try your best, feral." Emma said with another small smile. She noted that if she continued like this she was going to lose this fight, and that wasn't fun in the least. She grabbed his hand with both of hers and moved it far enough away for her to slid her fingers underneath. She was able to pry herself free pretty easily, she learned that if somebody had your throat you were going to be in trouble somehow, so free yourself as soon as possible. With herself free she ran an arc around Fenrir until she was right behind him, she wasn't risking that again. "Want a retry?"

As soon as Emma hit the ground she knew she wouldn't be fast enough to form a counterattack so she focused on defending herself while once again trying to gain the upper hand. She once heard that the only way to stop a dog from biting was to punch it in the nose as hard as you could, so she aimed all of her strikes for Fenrir's face. They weren't wild and she wasn't scared, they were focused and she used her calm to give herself extremely precise punches. If she hit him enough she assumed he would try to defend himself, or back away from her, all she needed.

Emma glanced to the side and saw that he obviously planned on kicking her, she was still trying to mount a good defense, no matter what. She rolled forward to avoid getting kicked in the ribcage and quickly sprung to her feet, pain was no going to hold her down, it didn't exist in her mind. "We're back on even terms when I'm not on the ground." Emma said, watching him still. Emma ran forward and her fist was behind her, she brought it forward with all the might she held in her body, trying to get offensive. Her offense wasn't her power, it was her speed, the rate at which she attacked would be her weapon. The massive strike was aimed like it was revenge, she aimed directly for his chest, like he aimed for her ribs. After the attack she would quickly move away from Fenrir to keep her defense up still.

Emma felt a small part of disappointment, but that was it. She still had the use of her other arm and use that to take the impact so her head didn't hit the ground as hard if at all. She easily endured the pain and sighed, that was a little too close, and she was going to start breaking her bones if she kept this up. "Unexpected." Emma said, injuries meaning nothing to her. With that she was on the extremely defensive, she wondered if she could really win this with no skills whatsoever, that's what she had to do anyway. "I will not make that mistake again." When she used her spare arm to protect herself she'd landed on that, she couldn't help but wonder if she broke it, she couldn't feel it so it wasn't something she could guess. But from the force, she guessed she at least fractured the bones in her arm.

Emma wasn't keen on losing, she didn't feel her arm yet so she could still fight unhindered. Emma was a little too close to get enough range for a good kick, but she could still free herself with one arm. She pulled at his fingers enough to get the air to speak. "This fight isn't over until I'm finished." Emma said, it was her choice to continue her fight, another emotion flickering across her face before vanishing in a flash, rage. "You won't beat me." Emma said, pulling hard enough to threaten to break the fingers unless he let go of her.