Harlem Hellfighter

Tamara's feet smacked the mat as she came down, her right fist soaring for Nady's face, putting the momentum of her leap and weight of her 5'7" frame behind it. However the blonde Russian's powerful arms and fit form flexed beneath the blue cotton uniform as she pushed her arm up to meet her fist, deflecting her punch over her shoulder, sliding back a step at the impact as she grit her teeth.

Tamara wasn't dumb. She had been in more than enough sparring matches and street fights to know that her long lead up to his attack would give her opponent the clue of whats coming, and that her own mass would definitely off balance her. And it worked. Now...