Pain...
He saw it within her. He saw it stir up the moment he dashed backward. As soon as her body processed what he had done to her, her reactions were almost reflexive. In fact, they may have been true reflexes; her body may have instinctively reacted to his lips as if they were some form of torture. Torture that made her eyes look like an abyss. Pain that made the face of a stoic warrior grimace. If this was the affect his lips truly had, then it was just that much more interesting.
More interesting, however, was her ability to suppress all of those feelings and return to giving him some lecture that he quite frankly phased out. Her words didn't matter to him; her ability to say them did.
"You ignore what can make you most powerful," he responded. It was his only response. He settled himself on the ground after seeing her dash at him. She wanted to make this conflict a head-on brawl. If that was the case, he would gladly oblige. He maintained his standard stance until she threw her first punch which he met with with a block from his forearm. The movement was too close; his limb was still too rigid to get a solid hold on. What this first punch did, however, was not create an opening. It gave him a proper gauge as to her strength. He knew how much force she could exert in a standard punch; so he would do no more than roughly double that. Her next punch in the flurry was significantly more eventful now that he had an idea of her strength. Once her arm extended for the second time, Thrall met it with his own; in a fluid motion, he parried her punch with his forearm, but unlike before, his extended arm caught hers in a static lock. Not that it was impossible to move, but it was enough to throw off her momentum as he leaned in with a harsh elbow angled directly at her ribcage. Every movement he made was simple, fluid and efficient. There was no wasted energy. This was the exact type of training to expect from Diana.
@Epiphany
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