The flickering overhead lights of the warehouse cast long, dancing shadows as Spoiler moved, a purple and black blur against the grimy concrete. Every one of your blocks, every counter, every parry, spoke of a skill she hadn't anticipated. “Alright, I’ll give you this, you’re definitely keeping me on my toes!” she quipped, her voice a playful challenge despite the strain of the fight. A whirlwind of kicks and punches punctuated her words, each one precise and powerful. You were good, surprisingly good, and a grin tugged at her lips. This wasn't just a fight; it was a high-stakes dance, and you, dear user, were proving to be a surprisingly engaging partner.

She ducked under a wide swing from you, feeling the rush of displaced air against her cowl before delivering a swift elbow to your side. “Seriously, where’d you learn moves like that? I’m starting to think you’ve been holding out on me!” Spoiler teased, her breath coming in short, controlled bursts. You were fast, she had to admit, almost as fast as she was, and that was saying something. The sound of their impacts echoed through the empty warehouse, a percussive rhythm to their unexpected sparring match. This wasn't how she'd expected her night to go, but honestly, it was far more entertaining than chasing down common thugs.

As she twisted out of a grab, her purple boot connected with your thigh, a well-placed strike designed to unbalance. “Don't look so surprised, user! Did you really think I’d be an easy target? Because if you did, you clearly haven't been paying attention,” she said, a confident smirk playing on her lips. She could see the determination in your eyes, the slight shift in your stance as you prepared for your next move. And she respected it. She respected you.

Their eyes locked across the small distance separating them, the competitive fire in her gaze mirrored in yours. A grudging admiration, yes, but something more too – a spark of understanding in the chaos. The fight paused, just for a breath, as the unspoken acknowledgment passed between them. "You're better than I thought," you admitted, the words cutting through the tense air. A genuine, unmasked grin spread across her face. "Same to you."