Boxing Slugfest: Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs. Kenko Nitai

Boxing Slugfest: Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs. Kenko Nitai

Rules: When the bell rings, box until the other girl can't beat a ten-count!

Kenko was surprised she felt so good about her first match. She was uncomfortable in Tokyo, uncomfortable around foreigners, uncomfortable under the bright lights of an audience of millions. She had only come here in search of a challenge, in search of those distant critics who had refused to fall silent no matter what Kenko had achieved back home on the island of Hokkaido. She didn't expect to have much fun.

But she thought she just might be able to in this match. Boxing was a sport that was beautiful in its simplicity, and whereas most boxing promoters tried to add in extra bits and pieces, like bikinis or oil, this match was just the opposite: no rounds, no judges, no excess equipment. The bell would ring, Kenko and her opponent would box until one of them went down, and that was that. The referee girl was only there to count to ten—and keep an eye out for any leather trying to sneak down below the belt.

Kenko made her way out to the ring with comparatively little fanfare, getting modest applause from an audience unfamiliar with her work up north. Other than a raised red glove, she did not offer any recognition of the crowd as she marched down the ramp and slipped into the ring. She wore a grey sports bra and grey-and-red shorts, which provided only scant coverage of her toned, impressive body. Add to that black boots and red gloves which she had spent most of the last week breaking in to her satisfaction. She tested the gloves out, now, throwing a few shadow punches: a jab here, then a big, bombing hook that could hit with enough force to shatter a jaw. An uppercut which rolled over girls like a bulldozer. Kenko knew she was strong, and she never, ever held back.

She waited, still warming up a bit, as the lights dimmed, signaling her opponent's entrance was about to begin. She was very curious to see what kind of girl she would be taking down tonight.

It was a long time since Cicilia had been craving a boxing match... even longer since she found and opponent willing enough to face her in one. Her raw power, aggression and stamina made her a beast most women were smart enough to stay away from, preferring to keep their options open in wrestling matches... if they were going to fight her at all. This was what Cicilia was thinking as she slipped on her gear, looking her own burning eyes in the mirror in preparation for her fight. Arrogance was a commonality among her opponents, people so sure of themselves that their own speed and footwork would make easy prey of the slower, less maneuverable Juggernaut. Almost every time, they would attempt to slip around her, to toy with her blindspots and each time, their overconfidence would leave them battered and broken, face-down on the mat with a cracked jaw and bruised ribs. It had been so consistent that the German had stopped looking up her opponents upon a match being scheduled, Cicilia instead honing her own skills and winging it rather than taking pointers from previous showings. Cicilia's hardened expression, what most people thought was simply her face, stared back at her as she pulled on her top, almost as if searching within herself for some kind of excitement. The sport Cicilia had honed the most throughout her life, her combat-style of choice had grown predictable, frustratingly easy sometimes and even forced upon her heart guilt over how brutally she ended up beating her opponents. De'Reignhardt blood flowed through Cicilia, acting upon her personality as it quietly turned her into her sibling. Slowly, she would transform into a giant, towering over the much smaller, much weaker bug-like boxers that would think themselves on her level, her mere gaze strong enough to squash them. To raise a fist to these individuals would be to take a hammer to a spider, a sword to a rabbit. Overkill was a word that could only scrape across the boundaries of what she would be doing to them. She had been trained to think that she was borderline unstoppable in the ring, that her might would go unchallenged in the AFW Momentum league. Long had it been since Margaux had challenged her, long had it been since someone had enough strength and bravery to fight her head-on. Pesky flies were all that danced around her now... and she had grown accustomed to swatting them.

The moment Cicilia stepped out into the arena where everyone cheered her name, Cicilia found herself instantly frozen, eyes locked on the woman in the ring. The first thing she noticed was her form, much bulkier than others. She wasn't a meat-monster, those hulks that paraded about Japan like they were human, but she was very toned, very strong. The next thing that became most obvious was this girl's face... There was nothing cute about it, nothing soft. She had eyes like forged-Sapphire, hard... and hot. The face she wore was one of a warrior, confident and mighty without having to boast. Her jaw was strong, defined, not at all the fragile face Cicilia had been expecting. Confusion wouldn't be the correct word to describe the German's state of mind fore that would imply she was expecting, even desiring some little angel to crush. No, it was more... surprised that AFW had found someone who actually looked like they could put up a fight after all the sacrifices they thew at her.

Cicilia's freeze would last only a moment before she continued on her way, moving with new purpose, excited purpose. Her expression would not change, a face like that of stone being heated by the lava beneath... but the life in her body betrayed the eagerness that dwelt inside.

This would be a fight with no rounds, nothing to stop the onslaught. This battle would continue until one of them was left broken on the floor, energy drained and body battered. This naturally played into Cicilia's favor, letting her momentum build endlessly throughout the fight, her stamina carrying her through to the end without ever having to stop. While she now foresaw a battle that might actually have her recovering for more than one day, Cicilia's confidence in her own skills also foresaw a decisive end in the mid-to-late fight.

Cicilia would stand across from her opponent, blue gloves on the german's hands, each one appearing to wear the colors of the other. Cicilia too took a few quick punches, her blows mirroring Kenko's almost to the detail. The Juggernaut could detect her strength from here, feel it through the air as it rippled across the ring. She wasn't just strong, this woman... She was comparable. Mighty. Perhaps the corners of Cicilia's lips began to curl upwards... perhaps it was merely a twitch. Whatever it was, it mattered little... fore the match was soon to begin.

Kenko was used to being underestimated. By anyone and everyone, with the possible exception of her immediate family.

It was a product of being an Ainu in a country which still hesitated to even recognize them as their own unique people. It was a product of coming from a small city in the wilderness that nonetheless seemed to shoulder the brunt of Japan's post-Nineties economic downturn. And it was a product of being the sort of girl whose interests never quite aligned with those of her peers, someone who had to fight tooth and nail to make even a single friend, from her earliest school years all the way into her adult life.

But she made those who underestimated her pay, typically with blood and broken bones. She did not set out to send her opponents to the hospital, but it was an inevitable consequence, as they simply refused to go down even when it became obvious that the dark-skinned, blue-eyed Ainu girl outclassed them. She didn't show remorse when it happened. She wasn't a sadist, but the privileged often deserved what was coming to them.

And speaking of privilege...the De'Reignhardt family name was synonymous with it.

Kenko did not watch as many boxing matches from abroad now as she used to, since she had long since honed her craft and had no need to glean strategies from the world's best. But when she had watched, she had learned the name De'Reignhardt well. Her eyebrows rose and her eyes drank in the entrance of the youngest scion of that distinguished family, a well-built girl who made a habit of eviscerating her competition. In the ring, Kenko and Cicilia couldn't have been more alike.

Outside the ring, the German's championsip pedigree was as far from Kenko's experience as anyone's.

They were in the ring together now, though, and as Kenko threw her shadow punches, she stared at Cicilia as she threw hers, the two of them mirroring each other down to very subtle movements. Muscles tensed in rhythm with each other as the two girls both warmed up and prepared for a war. As Cicilia smirked at her, Kenko remained stone-faced, blue eyes unblinking, meeting Cicilia's red ones. Her red gloves, dark attire, darker skin, shorter hair...all of that was in contrast with her opponent's image. Though they were built similarly and surely had similar strategies, they were not the same.

Cicilia surely thought she was on a different level. Well, Kenko would prove her right. But not in the way the German expected. Kenko's career had taken time getting going, thanks in no small part to discrimination. But she had the ability to be a world champion. She wouldn't let any rich girl like Cicilia stand in her way.

She pounded her gloves together and growled primally as she headed for a meeting in the center of the ring. Just the ref, and Cicilia De'Reignhardt, and her.

Something was biting at this girl, Kenko, something she didn't want anyone to know. People were always so dismissive and stupid, always believing that someone was the way they were simply because that was who they embodied at their core, that people were so shallow and simple, there couldn't possibly be anything else underneath. It was pathetic in a way, unintelligent and shameful to think of someone in such a way, a display of ignorance people seemed to adopt for their own convenience. Cicilia knew better, though, being an active practitioner of the craft. The creases along the woman's face, along the downward turn of her lips and along the furrowed, scrunched brow above her eyes, the way her gaze cut and burned into the opponent like a freshly forged sword, the way her body seemed to tense as if she were expecting some kind of cheap-shot. Cicilia knew it all so well, it was almost uncanny the reflection she saw in this woman. Of course, it would take a psychic to truly grasp the darkness the woman was keeping locked away behind that stone-like expression... but if she was any more like Cicilia than she was already displaying, she had a good, damn idea.

Whatever abuses she sustained from her family, whatever monsters stalked her through the shadows of Japan, it wouldn't save Kenko from the beast that stood before her now. The utter epitome of self-made strength stood before the darker-skinned woman in the center of the ring, her blue gloves slamming together as if reciprocating the challenge offered to her, the Juggernaut's sanguine eyes piercing at Kenko's... attempting to already plant the seeds of fear. Weak individuals, no matter how strong they tried to make themselves be, no matter how large they inflate themselves to appear, they were always vulnerable to psychology. To see someone stand to them fearlessly, who's power no facade, who's rage boiled and crafted them into a truly brutal weapon, these perceptions easily ripped through the balloon-like body the fakes hid within. Kenko made a convincing display of her power, her physical strength... but how tough was her mind? Was she truly what she wanted others to see?

They would soon find out, the two women standing toe-to-toe, face-to-face in the center of the ring, their mutual auras grinding against one another, threatening to consume the other. One could feel the tension in the air as the two fighters stood silently opposed to one another, mirror-refractions, equal in every way. Kenko's power, her presence was so potent, the German could practically smell it, her compulsion to fight to the fullest growing by the microsecond! A true fighter, someone who seemed to lack the evil some specialists were infected with, the weakness arrogant rookies were infested with, someone who could potentially beat the German and do so honestly...

...It was amazing the things people didn't know they need until they had them.

The ref would relay the rules meaninglessly to Cicilia, the German already raising her gloves about her head and face, her muscles tensing, filling with energy! The only thing that kept her stagnate, still was the sound of the bell... As if realizing the danger it would be in if it would not sound it's chime quickly, the DING would RING across the arena... And Cicilia would start swinging!

STEPPING into Kenko's space, Cicilia would bring her arm around in a BRUTAL hook, aiming to SMASH into Kenko's jaw and send her barrelling backwards! The Juggernaut was pulling no punches in this fight, putting her 100% into every blow she threw! She would quickly follow up with a series of piercing, 50-cal bullet-jabs, blasting at her eyes, jaw, stomach, Cicilia foregoing her defense in favor of a more dominating offense!

Kenko knew what she needed to know about her opponent. She knew that behind that De'Reignhardt smirk was arrogance to be shattered. She knew that the long-haired boxer thought quite highly of herself, of her toughness. If she didn't know it by reputation, she could have figured it out by looking into Cicilia's eyes.

The girl was powerful—that much was obvious from her muscle tone. Plus, Kenko could practically smell the strength emanating from her opponent in the air. But Cicilia, no matter what kind of a legacy she had behind her and what benefits she had to take advantage of, had not been through what Kenko had. Kenko had been toughened up in ways that someone with Cicilia's pedigree simply couldn't be, and that would be what proved the difference between a triumphant Ainu and a broken German.

The bell rang, and Kenko would waste no time. No need to circle. Easier to get straight to the point, unleash hell upon this girl right from the start. Kenko, as a southpaw, took a step forward with her right foot as she wound up with her left arm. Right away, the two of them clashed, and it had nothing to do with their gloves—Cicilia, an orthodox fighter, led with her left foot, and their legs smacked right into each other, booted feet coming down on the canvas pressed into each other, toe to toe. Kenko's eyes narrowed as she launched a left hook at Cicilia's face, aiming to CRUSH it right from the start of the bout and launch the veteran backwards.

Red and blue leather collided with a sharp crack in midair, sending a ripple of shock through Kenko's muscled arm. The two hooks, launched in perfect synchronicity, found each other rather than unguarded faces. "Rrk..." Kenko grunted, as she pulled her fist back and fired off a follow-up jab with her right hand—that also met a jab from Cicilia perfectly head-on, sending a shockwave through Kenko's other arm now. Kenko unleashed several more jabs each one ready to hit Cicilia like a freight train, but none of the flurry got through, as the blue gloves of her red-eyed foe moved just as quickly, every punch from each girl either meeting another head-on or getting deflected and flying off harmlessly into open space!

Kenko was tired of wasting her energy on this little game, so the next punch she threw was one which COULDN'T collide with Cicilia's: a sudden, twisting uppercut, gaining massive momentum through its wind-up and hurtling straight upwards at Cicilia's chin, aiming to slice into it, pulverize that jaw, and send the pale girl flying backwards!

"Tch." Cicilia grunted, her hook SLAMMING into Kenko's, both blue and red gloves colliding with such riveting force, their impact sent a visible shockwave of air RIPPLING outwards across the stage! Of course, the less-visible reprecussions of punching what equated too a brick wall would SHOOT into the German's arm, recoil shooting across tendons and joints like a bolt of lightning, the tiniest ache eminating from the German's knuckles as they PRESSED against her opponent's paddings! Arms quivered, energy spiked, Cicilia's sanguine eyes and Kenko's sharp blues glaring into one another as they observed their equality. The Crowd was stunned silent, not a cheer coming from their collective lips, their eyes widened as they were beholden to a true, powerful clash...

But Cicilia's momentum wouldn't die here. She refused to let it stagnate before it truly got rolling! Her volley of jabs would rain down upon her opponent like a hail of gunfire, quick and deadly, aiming to pierce holes in that tanned, toned form! Her blows would connect but fall short of their targets, hammering instead into her rival's blows, an equally aimed mirror-hail of attacks that SLAMMED into Cicilia's again and again! That smile Kenko was so eager to punch off her face...? It had been replaced with a frustrated snarl, the Juggernaut hammering blow-for-blow with this girl without a single attack going through! Each punch would be met with another, blue slamming into red as recoil would now inhabit the German's joints, beating down into them in punishment for these shattering collisions!

BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!

Their fists would would clash like two explosive shells fired from opposing mortars, BLASTING and flattening together before reloading and firing again! Sometimes their fists would slip off to the side, not truly connecting... most times their knuckles would clash, twin forces from a world of mirrors, unable to surpass the other! The German wasn't used to this... People were either much stronger than her or FAR weaker! She never truly had a rival in power like this, someone who thought so similarly! Blood boiled in the German's veins... not from rage... but from excitement! She could feel it in how her muscles strained, how her bones began to ache from these mutual clashes, how intense these first few seconds had been... A fight that was fit for her!

As if to annunciate that point, Kenko would suddenly step in, bringing her fist UP and under the German's jaw in a MASSIVE TWISTING UPPERCUT, her blow SNAPPING Cicilia's head back with an EXPLOSION of sound and fury.... but the juggernaut would not move a muscle! She would not take a single step back, nor would her guard drop, the Juggernaut SHOOTING forward to deliver her response, an overhand right aimed and SLAMMING that woman's head DOWN into the dirt, CRUSHING it against the floor! A small trail of blood dribbled down the corner of Cicila's lip, a scuff along the underside of her jawline... but she was hardly inhibited by the attack! Pain arched across Cicilia's face, perhaps even a tad stunned by the force... but she would not stop. She was as tough as she was strong! Following up her counter, Cicilia would bring her fist back and throw a swift jab HARD into the center of Kenko's face before bringing her hand around once more in a BLISTERING hook, aiming ot knock her sideways!

...All the while, Cicilia would advance, an unstoppable phalanx of strength and power aiming to FORCE Kenko into the ropes! She would get in her FACE if that's what it took to make her retreat!

Fist meeting fist was something that inevitably happened when two pugilists stood and exchanged blows, especially when lefty met righty. There were only so many paths a punch could take from shoulder height to impact an opponent's face, and most of those paths passed through the same square inch of space about halfway between the two warriors' skulls.

But to not be able to land a punch, even in the sort of ferocious flurry which Kenko was unleashing upon Cicilia, was infuriating. And it wore her arms down twice as fast as punches landed cleanly to Cicilia's pale, punchable face. Kenko's body involuntarily shuddered with every collision, feeling the bones in her arms rattle under the combined power of hers and Cicilia's punches.

She didn't let it last. That cute, anime-style exchange that left neither of them bearing any marks was not what she was here for! She was here for BLOOD—and she got it when she swung her arm around, red glove coming up from below, twisting BRUTALLY into Cicilia's chin, snapping her head upwards, face to the sky! The crowd remained in a stunned silence as the cracking sound of leather on flesh thundered through the arena, polluting Cicilia's mouth with blood, bringing just the faintest trace of a smirk to Kenko's mouth...

...until the German's gloved hand smashed into Kenko's temple from above, trying to bash her down to the canvas. Kenko grunted, head bending down slightly, neck getting wrenched forward—but she didn't fall, nor did she take even a single step backwards. Her head throbbed with pain from the powerful punch, a purplish bruise already forming where it landed, but she immediately went back on the offensive, throwing a jab that was aimed right at the center of Cicilia's face! That jab met one coming at Kenko from the German, gloves connecting head-on again, another ripple of shock tearing through Kenko's muscles. She grit her teeth, ignored it, and threw a hook that could have ripped through metal right at the side of Cicilia's face, aiming to send the heiress stumbling to the side!

Cicilia threw a similar hook of her own. This time, the two passed by each other in midair, and both found their mark. Spittle flew from Kenko's mouth as a blue glove briefly flattened her lower jaw. She let out a loud "urk," and her upper body twisted to the side, thrown by Cicilia's punch—but still her feet didn't move, even as blood dripped from her lip and jolts of pain surged through her mouth. She would just wind up, twist back the other direction, and launch her right hand, this time, at Cicilia's face, going for another brutal hook to send the girl flying in the other direction!

Cicilia's blow did about as much as Kenko's uppercut did to herself, their punches causing the world around them to shudder and bend... but not the beings they were connecting with. So stalwart and planted in their positions were they, not even their mutual attacks could stop their momentum-driven combinations! Kenko's recovery time was more than remarkable, taking a blow to the softest part of her skull and firing back with a jab that again connected with Cicilia's own! Again and again, shock-waves of recoil would BLAST through the German's arm, unapologetic recompense for punching something with little to no give! The German's scowl deepened, her expression darkened as the pain of repeated punches colliding was beginning to influence her mood. Her eyes burned, her jaw tightened, her muscles flexed with adrenaline as anger flooded her veins! This stalemate was getting tiresome, this inability to make real progress on her own end starting to wear on her patience!

In order to begin to establish her dominance the German would lash out with a blistering hook, her arm coming around like the scythe of death itself in order to plant its mark upon Kenko's jaw! Her glove ripped through the air like a wave of sheer force, the trail of her blue-clad fist trailing behind like the tail of a comet, marking where the epitome of destruction WAS on its way to its target! Kenko mirrored her movements almost to the letter, their speed matching perfectly, the look in their eyes as if staring into a perfect replica. With an explosive POUND, their blows would CRUSH INTO each other's cheeks, The German's sinking into that that tan, punchable jawline and Kenko's into her pale, firm German one! For a moment... Cicilia was stunned by the raw force, her head SNAPPING to the side, her eye shooting wide as spittle shot from her lips, her long black hair flowing behind her! The taste of copper in her mouth, the roughness of Kenko's red glove upon her face... the ache in her jaw... These feelings were so acute... It was almost disorienting how utterly painful punches could be! Cicilia had thought she was tough, almost unstoppable, that this kind of damage couldn't hurt her anymore...

...It was arrogant to believe that she wouldn't meet her match one day! Just as Cicilia was coming back to herself, Kenko had already cocked back a fist, prepared to deliver another hook! Just as that fist came around, the German's head would DUCK low, bringing her own fist up in an impaling SPEAR-of-an-uppercut into Kenko's stomach, aiming to SHATTER those hard-looking abs to DUST with one mighty blow! Whether or not her opponent was able to slip away like a reptile or take it like a champ, Cicilia would follow up with a quick combination of slicing jabs and crosses, pounding at that head relentlessly, attempting to make it BOB like a car hood-ornament! She was intent on keeping her rival down, suppressed, pressing into her harder and harder! Cicilia would step into her opponent's space with each punch, SHOVING into her with her blows as much as dealing damage! The ropes... a solid advantage could be obtained there. Cicilia could see them over her rival's shoulder, so inviting to cradle Kenko as Cicilia beat the stuffing out of her. That was her goal... Enough attempting to completely overpower this woman... Now she was going to try and out-think her!

Blue and red leather left purple bruises on both faces after the brutal exchange of hooks, both warriors already marked by this battle—earlier than Kenko could ever really recall being bruised before. She tasted blood, spittle flew, her whole body jerked hard to the side. Her face was aching quite noticeably now, an acute throbbing coursing through her jaw, but still she didn't go down. She didn't move a single step. She kept her foot pressed up against her right-handed opponent's as she swung back the other way, trying to turn the painful jerking of her powerful frame into rotational momentum for her next punch.

Cicilia ducked underneath it, and the rotational momentum instead turned against Kenko as her opponent used that low vantage point to launch an incredible uppercut that sliced DEEP into her abdomen. "Uuuunngghh!!" Kenko exclaimed, air being forced out of her lungs as that blue glove drove up into her innards, twisting everything it touched into painful knots, making it feel like Kenko's belly was on fire!

But despite all of that, one punch was not going to shatter the Ainu girl's incredible abs. Not even a hundred punches would. After the initial shock, Kenko managed to tighten them and save her stomach as that blue glove was removed. But Cicilia wasn't done, and, with that twisting, wrenching feeling deep inside her, Kenko couldn't avoid a jab that smashed across her face while her guard was down, snapping it to the side. Nor could she avoid a cross that sent her bobbing back, wiggling like a rubber duck on the ocean.

And, like she was riding out a wave, eventually she reached the trough, and she grit her teeth, growled furiously, and ducked low, letting the next punch pass over her. Her stomach didn't like being flexed as she squatted, but she could power through the pain. She wasn't the one who was going to get backed up to the ropes, no. If Cicilia wanted to battle with their brains, too, duck and dodge and strategize, Kenko was more than happy to oblige. And now, with the German's punches missing high, her torso was completely vulnerable, and Kenko would go to town on it from her low angle, SLAMMING a brutal left uppercut right into Cicilia's solar plexus, then following that up with fast, repeated jabs right into the center of Cicilia's tummy, aiming to break those abs down into dust and leave her completely breathless!

Cicilia blinked as her fists sunk minimally into Kenko's stomach, her abs hardened to near invulnerability, the German's failing to IMPALE the woman as much as she desired too! This was dangerously unfamiliar territory... A rising uppercut with her full body behind it and Kenko didn't give at all!? How tough WAS this girl, anyway!? At least tough enough to give the German's own iron abs a run for their money! This woman was something else... really something else! Trading blows with Cicilia was one thing... but being able to take one DEAD ON and not give a single inch...? Cicilia might've been interested before... but now she had her full, undivided attention. She was going to have to take her down fast if she wanted to go home to Sayumi worse-for-wear... and that meant she was going to have to push herself harder than she had in a LONG TIME! Following up that uppercut with a brutal stab into Kenko's face, her opponent's head would SNAP back, bobbing sickly upon its neck!

The German could sense blood in the water, see it upon the woman's lips. She knew that, despite Kenko's attempt at looking tough, that she had sustained notable levels of damage. Like a shark, Cicilia simply could not resist a chance to end this fight before it could become a problem, to brutalize her opponent before she could make some kind of a comeback. Blinded by her own desire to finish this woman, Cicilia would step into Kenko's space, her sanguine eyes focusing hard on that nose of hers as she brought her arm around in a crushing straight...

...Huh...? Cicilia blinked as her fist connected with nothing, Kenko seemingly disappearing before her eyes! The German's brow furrowed in confusion... before her eyes suddenly shot wide and her jaw dropped, a PULSE of sinking force ARCHING into her body agonizingly from her stomach as Kenko stole her move... and delivered it right back! The German's eyes would slowly flick down, catching sight of the red glove now pushing into her stomach!

"NNNnghuhhh!" Cicilia coughed, air rushing out of her lungs in a gutteral heave, Cicilia's expression scrunching with pain as her body naturally slackened, weakened by this fearsome blow! Cocking a fist back, preparing to counter attack, Cicilia would be left stunned again as a rain of lighter, yet still STRONG and mighty punches HAMMERED into Cicilia's stomach, beating into it like a drum... or a punching bag, as if she had every right to hammer there! For a handful of moments, all the German could do was take it, her eyes unfocusing, pain FLOODING her senses, her stomach BURNING with agony as her abs were being dismantled a punch at a time...

Suddenly, a pair of arms would shoot down, folding over the boxer's stomach like the gates to a castle, Kenko's punches deflecting off the German's mighty forearms as her defense finally rose to protect her! Obviously offense alone wasn't going cut it here... She was so used to being able to throw her opponents around like dolls without concern for her safety... Now she was reaping the costs of that mindset... and she didn't like it at ALL!

Being the first to retreat, to break from their clash, Cicilia would step to the side with one of Kenko's jabs hitting nothing but air, bringing her fist around in a complementary hook! Her sideways momentum would only add to the fierceness of the German's punch, aiming to SLASH across Kenko's jaw in punishing retribution!