After just a little over a minute, the fight seemed to calm down a bit. Arad was the first to move, taking a step toward the dancing Mathilde. His void has never stopped assailing her harrowing true self, but still, he didn't feel like he was making any progress.
Mathilde was larger, faster, had better control, and what's more, seemed to have a far larger martial experience under her belt than Arad.
Arad lunged forward, throwing his fist straight at Mathilde's face. She immediately shifted her moves, lifting her right foot up and blocking Arad's fist with her sole right in front of her face.
With one swift move, she pushed Arad's fist aside and slid forward, sending a drop kick straight at his chest. He was too tall for her to aim at his head.
Arad, of course, lifted his arms to block her kick. But Mathilde jumped at that moment, her foot flying above his guard and dropping straight at his skull, sending his face flying to the ground.
