Fist fight

Yenne forcefully dragged Ken’s feet, throwing and smashing him on the ground.

Ken was, however covering his head, enduring the torment of Yenne. Ken forcefully turned the tide and got a hold of the ground and jumped. His right hook arched and swung right into her face.

Yenne was stunned. She let him go and moved back.

“You got some spunk.” Yenne responded.

She has the face of a thirsty warrior.

Ken was certain of it. The combatant in front of him is also a martial artist. Ken crunched his fingers and joints as though preparing for his fight.

“Are you a martial artist as well? Yenne queried. “I’m pretty sure you are.”

“What do you think?”

Yenne smirked. “This oughtta to be fun.”

There was a silence. Their eyes sizing each other. And when the leaf touched the ground, they sprung to action.