There were two ways she could play this. The first one was to fight the way she normally did as the Bandit: chaotic, disorganised, and with no consideration to anything other than getting the other person incapacitated (and preferably unconscious) as soon as possible. But that didn't make for much of a show, and while she didn't much care what the idiots outside the ring thought, she did need to make rent. No point giving them a reason to stiff her.

So that left option two. Before she'd ever been a real brawler, she'd learned to deal with her anger in her uncle's garage, with a punching bag and hand targets. Brawling was more of her habit, but she'd been a boxer first.

She ducked his first punch easily - it was obvious he wasn't really trying - and came back up with a sharp, precise jab at his jaw. She wasn't one for practice shots, even when she was looking to draw it out. She hit hard - not inhumanly hard, but she was stronger than she looked - and fast, and didn't wait to see whether it landed before darting back, both fists now raised in a surprisingly formal defensive stance.

"C'mon. Don't waste everyone's time with that weak-ass shit."