It's time we "met" (Saya)

Allen would watch her, wondering how to reply to her comment of him losing. He wondered if she ever encountered someone that said that to her, then made it a reality. If she was just so used to winning in a casual fashion, that she wasn't used to someone stepping up and just shutting her down. He knew the likelyhood of his victory was slim but....did that mean he shouldn't try?

"That doesn't deter me from my present course. It was never about winning."

Her second question was harder, but before, when he tried to answer in a roundabout way, she ordered him to get out. He suspected that, unless he told her straightforwardly his real reasons, she would put an end to what they were about to do before it even began. So, he would answer honestly.

"You don't learn anything by fighting someone you know you can beat. The only way get higher on a ladder is to grab the step above you. If I want to get strong enough to protect my family, I have to fight someone and, eventually, beat someone who can. So....I will grow stronger by fighting you, mentally and physically. That's my intent- basic, and boring. But for a good cause."

Allen would nod, taking a deep breath. Okay. Okay so....he was going to attack her. Okay. He closed his eyes, got control of his nerves and forgot everything he had ever heard about her. He didn't care. He opened them again, analyzing her stance before launching himself forward in a head-on attack pattern. As soon as he was close enough, he'd throw a hard right punch for her abdomen.

Assuming she either stepped to the side or backed up, Allen would follow up in the same way. He'd follow her and throw a left uppercut, hoping she wasn't left with a moment in which she could mount an acceptable counterattack.

While normally, Allen was someone who could at least keep track of an opponents movements, Saya blocking and pushing was almost unseen entirely. However, one sensation that was faster than his muscles could make him was the sense of touch. So...when she palmed his chest and pushed, he wouldn't be able to stop her, but he'd know at least what was going on.

So, he'd try and lurch his hands up to try and grab her forearm and pull as he stumbled backward, hopefully hauling her along. If it worked, he intended her to be pulled off balance. Hopefully (and assuming it worked) he'd be able to regain his footing, to which he would let her arm go, drop low and spin, aiming to leg sweep her off her feet.

Allen grunted. No...more than grunted, he doubled over, sinking to take a knee. Damn....the force of the blow was far more than he anticipated. She was strong, like iron, and seemed to see into the future to anticipate his movements. Still, as he dropped, it wasn't like....it wasn't like he was shocked by it. He didn't think there would be this big of a gap but...it didn't really matter.

His right knee would hit the ground, and he moved with it.

He would throw up his free left arm, still holding onto her left forearm with his right hand. He aimed between her legs, intent to let the crook of his elbow hit her in the crotch. But it wasn't to do damage. At the same time he would pull on the arm, turning his body as he would attempt to lift with that left arm. His intent was to force Saya onto his back in a fireman carry. He would then stand and drop backward, hoping to slap her on the ground in a WWE move, called "shellshock".

Then, he'd lay on the ground and hold his stomach for a minute, trying to catch his breath.

'It.....hurts....'

Allen took two gasping breaths before hearing her words- similar to words spoken by her brother. Aaron....Aaron taught them to take pain. To take pain...worse than this. Allen clenched his eyes before opening them and exploding from his position, rushing at the woman who was only two steps away in an attempt to hit her in the midsection with his right shoulder and tackle her.

If it worked he'd try and scramble and mount her, then rain down punches from that position.

He had ahold of her, that was all he needed.

Her elbow hit the hard muscle of his back, earning yet another grunt from the male. Pain shot down his spine, and he had to wonder if she fractured a bone, knowing there would be a large bruise there. still, he would jump up, loosening the grip his arms had with the intent of slamming the top of his head into her chin and disorienting her. With their intense proximity, he hoped his speed and strength would be enough, and with him sliding up her body to do it, her elbow would side down his back rather than prevent him from moving.

Either way, his hands would still be clasped behind her back as she would probably have to deal with his attack on her face. Whether it hit or didn't hit, he would shift his left leg, aiming to put it behind the crook of her right knee. Using his other leg he'd push forward while pulling on his left leg, intent to use the crook of that leg to force her to fall backward as he pushed forward. 

This was a modified version of something called "The Reap", usually done when pushing someone away, but he wanted to fall with her, so that he could land on top of her in the previously mentioned mount position. From there....perhaps he could figure out ways to hurt her.

"ACK-!"

Allen choked on the grip, an involuntary spasm shifting his neck. He had no choice but to release his grip. Every attack had been foiled- it was like she say every move long before it happened. So, he would attempt a two pronged attack, hoping that he could at least....at the very least, lay a hand on her.

As he released his grip, his hands would come up, his right for her wrist, his left in an attempt to strike at her face while he had a focal point, hopefully keeping the hand on his neck to limit the mobility of her head. At the same time, his right leg would snap out a front kick for her left kneecap. He knew that neither would do any damage....he just wanted to hit her. Do...something, rather than flounder. He thought he had done pretty well so far, compared with someone like Leon or Xaier, both of whom had been destroyed but....he also understood if it didn't happen.

This was her specialty. Fighting someone with overwhelming force and response....it was quite intimidating. His brother was the exact opposite. He took blows and then laughed at you for them.

If, after the two strikes she didn't release him, Allen would probably begin to fade but....would try one or two more attacks.