Cecil screamed aggressively as she slammed her knee one last time and finished it with a roundhouse kick that struck Godfrey's cheek, forcing him to stagger, his head tilting toward the ceiling as an ugly bruise appeared where the foot struck.
It seemed like he would fall, but at the last step, Godfrey held himself, discovering he was already at the edge of the platform.
"Still feel like running your mouth?" Cecil smirked. She enjoyed this, she enjoyed Godfrey graciously receiving a beatdown from her, and she would get to walk out of it without watching out for her back.
"You're not bad." Godfrey steadied himself, locking his eyes on Cecil. "But was that all?"
Hearing that, Cecil chuckled. "You're one good punching bag. All that and you still beg for more!"
She closed in, throwing a flurry of blows with kicks, but Godfrey began dodging them by a hair's breadth. Just when it seemed her blow would work, he would slip off.
It made Cecil grunt in anger.
