Victorie whipped her right hand over her head, the sword moved as an extension of her tightly muscled arm. Her opponent staggered back and blocked her blow as he did the next three before kicking her with the flat of his leather boot. She grunted loudly as she accepted the blow, barely feeling the solid thwack against her midsection. Not for the first time, she thanked the universe for her leather armor and smiled gleefully as she fell onto the ground, rolled over on her back and came up just in time to block a solid blow above her head. On one knee, she leaned sharply to the right, grabbed his blade with her hilt and pushed. Her movement sent him staggering to the side, giving her the second she needed to gain her footing.
A loud female scream from behind notified her of impending doom just as she was lifted from her feet and her sword was wrenched from her hand. She kicked and screamed trying to show the appropriate amount of outrage. Screams and applause along with chants of indignation filled the air. She was placed on her feet, but held tightly with both hands firmly behind her back. She was facing her opponent now as he walked slowly toward her. All fairness was gone from the fight and he took his time approaching. The yells and chanting got louder as a smirk slid into place on his thin lips. He stopped in front of her, grabbed her by the chin and with all of the malice of a true villain, punched her squarely in the jaw.