Snippet #2812703

Maeve grit her teeth, eyes fixed on Cannonade like a cat that had just spotted the bird which would be its dinner. Maeve's fingers left long gouges in the floor where she'd layed and a cloud of rubble exploding from the impact of her foot as she launched herself as her opponent, the stones in the air embedding themselves in the floor an instant too late.
Maeve's fist went wide over Cannonade's head as they ducked to avoid the blow, only for Maeve to bring her hand down on the back of their head and slam their face into her knee. She planted her foot square in the middle of Cannonade's chest on the rebound, sending them flying back several feet into the opposite wall.
Maeve cracked her neck and stretched the knee of the leg where the stone had struck her. This was fun. This was a lot of fucking fun. Holding back was more difficult than she'd anticipated, but it was definitely worth being sore tomorrow if it meant she could experience an opponent this exciting.
She spit out a glob of thick, tar-like blood from where she'd bit her tongue when being knocked to the ground, then charged her opponent, winding up another left hook.
"Don't break on me yet, Super Roma," she purred.