"You can't be taught to fight, only how to act on your instinct to fight. I've been trying to teach you that, but you haven't acted on it."

D'Artigo returned to his power stance. "So? Do you want to do this or not?"

Miv nodded and got into a defensive position.

"Alright. Then get ready girl."

D'Artigo's teeth scraped out again, his eyes narrowing upward. Letting out a small growl, D'Artigo charges forward lunging at Miv reaching out to grapple her.

Miv moved to the side and grabbed his shoulder, throwing him away.

D'Artigo stops and turns on a copper coin. Already facing Miv again, he lunges out in a similar tactic, though this time he stopped short so as to avoid the same happening. He dropped to a lower level and cracked Miv's knees together. Then he was instantly up on his feet again, waiting on Miv to make the next move.

She jumped back and crouched, dodging to the side and then lunging foreward, pulling him closer and throwing him again.

D'Artigo smoothly rolled after Miv's throw. From his crouched position, D'Artigo leapt into the air, managing to grab one of Miv's shoulders, and twists her down to the ground under him. He braces his arm against her shoulders, pushing down hard.

Miv growled loudly. "You bastard! Get off, you're squishing me!"

"To hell I'm getting off you. This is a fight. You have to get out. There's no free tickets in a fight, and I'm sure as hell not going to fall for 'I'm squishing you.' This is what I mean. I'm teaching you to fight, not to beg for pity."

Miv's hands left dents when they hit the ground. Way too fast she pushed up and threw him off. Her eyes were again fully black, and her fangs were needles barely jutting out. "Don't do that!" She spat.

"Don't fight you? Or what? You'll get a boo boo?" D'Artigo checked the straps on his mask. Still tight. Good.

"Miv, you asked for a fight, I'm giving you one. The sooner you treat me as an enemy, and not a friend, the sooner you'll find a chance of victory."

A guttural growl ripped through her chest and jumped, knocking him over.

From his prone position, D'Artigo extended his legs and placed them on either side of Miv's. Applying opposite force, D'Artigo causes Miv's knees to buckle, bringing her down to an equal level.

Miv instantly scrambled backwards. "What the hell was that!"

Rocking back then flipping up to his feet, D'Artigo looks down at Miv, and says,

"A little move I learned from a friend. It's a balancer. If I was going to use a knife, you'd have one hell of a gash down your back now."