Open challenge by some little Mauler

Anya smirked at her early edge, but still managed to leap back suddenly, losing some ground but letting the smaller fighter whiff as she hit the air. She'd try to send a cross to her face while she was open from her own blow, but would have to cover some ground to do so

Sasha groaned with a deep sting of frutration. She then pulled closer and then jumped at her mysterious opponent. She faked a left blow with a slip of her shoulder. She stopped short befor she reached her opponent, turning her hip and thus her upper body. With her new shoulder in the front she aimed a fast right at her opponent's jaw in a classic feint.

Anya's guard faltered in trying to stop the feint, and the spinning blow crashed into her face, staggering the taller woman as her one foot even lifted off the ground, trying to rub her jaw and recover before trying to bring her guard back up as quick as she could manage, though perhaps not quick enough if the little one was stubborn.

Sasha was stuborn..if she was anything it was that.The kid made her suporting foot slide over the mat in a short lunge forth. Sasha ducked low, pulling her shoulders up a bit as she tried to pack some power for a hard left,low hook for the tall and mysterious fighter with a yell.
Sasha tried to hit her mark befor Anya would recover.

Anya's head gained its wits as Sasha drew close fast, leaning sharply backward with her guard up. She managed to parry the hook, but just barely, throwing a hungry straight at Sasha's nose, even if it was a rushed move.

The kid tried to turn her head but then the fist of ther Greek made it is way trough Sasha's guard, past her still up ward winded left and the close right glove. The cestus hammered into the girl's stubby nose, on the left side.
Blood did spray from the left nostril and for some precious moments Sasha's view was blurred by some tears and black dots, the coppery taste of a bleeding nose filling her senses.
Sasha tumbled back a bit, clutching her nose weakly with her left.
She was dazzed, her knees wobbly.

Anya saw her opening, despite a deep feeling of sympathy for the girl, and advanced for a low belly blow to the shorter Sasha, hammering her little abdomen rapidly if she could but crouching a bit to do so

Sasha tried to clear her view and mind, finaly fighting down the urge to press a hand to her nose as her upper body swayed a bit, blood rolling from her small nose to the pale lips of the kid.
The CossackKid, trying to defend, tensed her abs and growled.
The pain was bad.It grew and grew and she tried depseratly to get away from her opponent as a big, dangerous bruise formed on her side. With a gasp, turning aside,she tried to stop that assault with a quick left swing to her opponent's face that seemed closer now.

"Hnnf!" Anya swayed to one side with the strike to the face, shaking her head before turning back and swinging a wide cross at Sasha's face in reply, if she could stop her counter

Sasha let out a small moan and an angry growl as a heavy fist ploughed across her cheeck, right to her face. Sasha tumbled back, trying to put her guard together again, trying to face her opponent bravely while the kid knew that she was on the losing road.
Blood flowed from the kid's lip, with a typical burn, sweat stinging in her eyes and her nose throbbing.
Sasha narrowed her eyes and lunged at her opponent to aim aim a furious right straight at Anya, trying to cut the distance between her and the adult short.