Dynamite comes in small packages!

Lethe groaned, feeling lightheaded after the scissors. As Layla tried to stand up, however, she would yank her arm away quick, and roll away from the punk, in the hopes of scrambling back to her feet quickly.

Layla couldn't hold Lethe's arm, caught off guard by how fast the girl recovered. She watched as she scrambled to her feet, and she smirked at her again. "You'r not quitting on me now, are you?"

Lethe climbed back up to her feet as quickly as she could, and shook her arm out a bit once she was on her feet. "Just because I escaped your submission doesn't mean I'm quitting." She replied before putting her fists back up, and started to circle Layla slowly.

Layla raised her fists at the ready again. "It does mean you're a slippery devil." she hot bacl. Layla cautiously approached Lethe again, and then suddenly she would drop her stance, and instead tackle Lethe hard around the waist.

Lethe smirks at her, keeping her fists up, and circled around her. When Layla suddenly lunged at her, her first instinct was to throw a knee up and try to nail Layla in the jaw to thwart her attempt to tackle her to the ground.

"Guhh!!" Layla cried out as Lethe;s knee slammed into her jaw, just as she was about to tackle the punk. She was sent flying backwards and fell on her back ot the mats, cluthing her jaw as she rolled about in pain.

That was really painful while it hurts her so much. And what's next story? I think she needs more exercise and practice . Her contender is very strong to do that to her.

Lethe grinned as her knee connected hard with Layla's jaw. She watched as she was sent flying backwards to the mat, and threw a couple of punches at the air as Layla rolled around in pain. "Had enough yet?" She taunted, waiting for Layla to get back up. She knew this girl had more than that though. Somehow, she just knew.

Layla rolled onto her front, slowly getting back to her hands and knees, cluthing her sore jaw as she did so. "Not a chance," she growled stubbornly. SHe got overconfident there, charging head on was not her style. Maybe because Lethe was near the same size as her she thought she could brng her down. SHe would't make that mistake again.

As Layla got back up, she raised her fists at the ready again, smirking at Lethe, revealing a slightly bloody lip. "Bring it on then."

Lethe couldn't help but smirk as Layla remained stubborn, and watched as she brought her fists back up. She was starting to like this girl more and more as they continued to spar.

She nodded at her challenge before she stepped in close, planning on going toe to toe with her, and would start things off by trying to throw a hook up into Layla's belly.