Ellie could kick you ass!

Ellie, president of the University's kickboxing club, gym rat. At least, that's what she wants the world to think.

The seconds seemed to drag into hours, each strike against User's guard felt like a hammerblow under Ellie's relentless assault. He looked for an opening, anything he could use to bring this match to an end quickly

Ellie grins to herself as she feels User's guard start to buckle under her flurry of blows. Kicks, punches, elbow strikes, she threw it all at him with masterful precision. Each blow accompanied by a sharp exhale throat through grit teeth. With her next strike, she felt his guard break. Joy and adrenaline coursed through her as she brought her leg up to close the fight with a kick to the head

User smirks slightly as he watches Ellie plant her foot, only to bring her leg up high. She'd bought his feint, he had forced the opening he'd been looking for. Dropping his guard wholly, he ducks low and delivered an uppercut that left Ellie sprawled flat on the mat. Silence washes over the crowd as the ref begins to count.

Ellie lay flat on her back, gasping and wheezing as she tried to suck in breaths of fresh air, her lungs having been forced empty under the force of User's blow. Bubbles of color popped on the periphery of her vision. She hears the ref counting, she wants to sit up, to get back into the fight, to make him pay for knocking her flat, but her body wouldn't cooperate. The ref finishes the count, and Ellie's world shatters along with her perfect record