"Come at me," she ordered and I did.
I lunged forward, swinging my arm at her. She blocked the attack, grabbed hold of my forearm, twisting it, forcing my elbow in an awkward bend before swinging her left leg and toppling me over.
"Ouch," I groaned as I rubbed my sore arm.
"Again," she shouted and I was back on my feet.
I lunged, moving faster than I had last time, when she made a grab for my arm I ducked swinging my leg in a low kick. She jumped, avoiding my leg. She torqued her body, swinging her left leg for a high kick, I caught her leg, turning her own force against her. She laid sprawled out on the ground for a second.
"Good," she grunted before raising to her feet again. She reformed a defensive stance, with her knees bent in a crouch and her clenched fists on either side of her face. She gestured for to come at her again.