Dynamite comes in small packages!

Lethe looks back at her for a moment, hearing what she said. "..Hardcore match. That's what I'll take her on in." She declared, then looked at Leyla. "I don't want advice. ...I appreciate the thought though." She said after a moment's silence, like she needed to add that on there.

Layla didn't see how a hardcore match would help Lethe when a cage match couldn't, but she didn't say it out loud. She doubted the other girl would listen anyway. "No problem," she replied to Lethe's small add on. "You sure you don't want some help though?" She briefly thought of a tag team with this girl, but again, didn't voice it.

Lethe looked over at her for a moment when she asked if she wanted some help. She pondered quietly, then shook her head. "I at least want to beat her by myself. ...Didn't you want to spar earlier though?" She asked curiously.

Layla grinned at Lethe. Finally they were getting somewhere. "I don't know..." Layla said idly, feining being interested. "I'm not sure you can handle me in the state you're in..."

Lethe smirked a little at Layla, feeling a bit better now that she actually talked about it. "Lets see what you got then.." She said, and started to head towards the ring. "Don't expect me to hold anything back though. Spar or no." She warned her.

"Wouldn't expect you too," Layla replied, and followed Lethe to the ring. She knre this would be an interesting fight. Very rarely did she take on someone who was near her own size. Normally only the tallest of girls picked fights with Layla, and she always put them down hard. She climbed into the ring, cracking her knuckles in her hands.

Lethe walked to the opposite corner, and started to crack her knuckles slowly, then started to stretch her arms up above her head, before raising her fists up to her chest. "Lets see what you got then, Layla."

Layla smirked, raisng her fist into a boxer's stance. "Be careful what you wish for," Layla replied. After that little tidbit Layla would move forward cautiously, approaching Lethe with fists still raised. Once she was close enough, she would throw a simple but fast punch straight into Lethe's face.

Lethe assumed a similar stance, curiously enough. She was a little surprised, but then again a boxer's stance wasn't THAT uncommon. She braced herself as Layla moved forward and tensed up once she was in striking range. She'd lean her body to the side to avoid the straight punch, then tried to counter with a left aimed for her gut, while circling around her to maintain her balance, backing away from her once her back was towards the center of the ring.

Layla's punch missed but she didn't expect it to hit anyway. It was only meant to test Lethe's ability, and the girl did not dissapoint. SHe grunted as her stomach was nailed, and Lethe hopped away before she could retaliate. She smirked at Lethe again. "Not bad," she admitted.