Georgia tugged uncomfortably at the collar with little avail, she eyed up her opponent, not to large, though of a Corsair descent, his attacks were probably based on heavy hitting rather than agility...
She weighed up her baton, eying it with content.
She was banking on his overconfidence, hoping he would make a crutial mistake and leave his guard wide open for a strike.
She steadied her stance, awaiting his movement, after a few seconds, he charged, slipping to the left and swinging at her, she ducked and rolled forward, diving out of the way, swiping her own baton at his ankles, then rolling again to safety.
Rodent hopped uncomfortably, planning his next move and regaining feeling in his left leg. He lunged again, swinging to the left, then to the right, Georgia yelped as she avoided a very close strike. She lashed out her baton, missing his ribcage, he swung another blow at her, as she strafed to avoid it.
As he turned she jabbed, her baton stiking him in the kidney, shocking him. He made another swipe, changing the baton to his right hand for better speed, it clipped her shoulder as she moved, shocking her slightly.
She stumbled, and moved into a roll, avoiding another swipe at her upperbody. Upon correcting, she waited for another charge, predicably, he moved on her thoughts, lunging again. She moved left, and rolled over to hit his exposed back, causing him to stumble. She waited for him to turn then darted left, swinging but missing, Rodent's baton hit her own, the force of his mechanical arm knocking the baton from her grasp.
She ducked to avoid the swing again, then raised her wrists to counter attacks, kicking out with her leg and re-directing his own baton into his chest. She jumped back, regaining her breath, ready to counter once more.
He strafed, then dived at her, she jumped and kicked out, throwing him sideways, she rolled out the way of his swinging arm then hopped up onto his back, curling her legs under his arms, and her arms firmly round his neck.
He swiped up at her, as she moved her weight backwards, rolling off his back and throwing off his balance, she dived forward and pushed him, his defences down. He tumbled and tripped, landing clumsily on her discarded baton.
He rolled over and jumped to his feet,, with one final counter, she shifted to avoid the baton, then grabbed his wrist and twisted, throwing him onto his back, she then applied force, his own baton inches from his face.
She released pressure and stood up, regaining her breath...