And here she came! He was so much better at keeping out of the way of fists when he wasn't flying at them in the first place, so he did a excellent job of deflecting that elbow of hers. But she was quick, too- he'd have to keep an eye out for that. He doubted she was as fast as the fastest Turk, but she was easily more of a challenge than most of the opponents he'd had the pleasure of facing down one-on-one.

Her speed, after all, was what allowed her to get a pretty clean shot at his mouth, a shot which would have knocked a few teeth clean from his head if he hadn't clenched his jaw and turned his head when he had realized that it was coming. Being cocky was going to be slightly more challenging around a split lip, but he was Reno of the Turks. He'd manage.

"I'd hardly call a bleeding lip a victory," he mused as he spat out a gob of blood and saliva before spinning on his heel and trying to kick her legs out from underneath her before she could pull herself back into that cute little crouch of hers.