Jenova vs. Snowman

As he landed, Snowman rubbed his chin again. She did hit him, but he actually liked it. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it just me or do I have a feeling that you somehow like me?"

"Tch! Get your head in the game and don't ask idiotic questions" She said feeling her face flush red. She covered it a little with her now angered glare.

"Idiotic? Hmm, I don't know. Your face changed to red just now." Snowman could see that and tries to intimidate her a little.

Her expression grew cold as she then started to tense her legs and chance into a different stance, her palms no longer open, but now closed into tight fist. She then brought both arms together and stood there tensed up.

Snowman began to walk to her slowly and said, "Hmm, it seems as though your feelings took a different turn. Could it be that you're hiding something?"

"I was protecting you" She said bluntly. "I never use this stance because that's when I start striking for real, and using my fist instead of my legs" She continued keeping her cold glare onto the male.

Snowman suddenly stopped when she finished her sentence. "Protecting me? What do you mean?"

"Me fighting with my fist is dangerous. I always attack too strong, and if I hit the wrong area... well you could die." She said cold like, still holding that stance.

Snowman said nothing for a moment and nodded. "Understood." With that, he'll get in his own fighting stance with his fists clenched tight. "Let's end this now."

She nodded and smiled, then dashed forward with a striking speed, her fist cocked back then thrusted forward, her fist coming at the male so fast and hard that it was cutting threw the air and making a friction noise with the wind.