Rising through the ranks of amateur fighting has its challenges. The payouts for winning are awful, if you even win, and getting concussed or bruised to living hell every few matches doesn’t do your body good. You’ve developed good defensive strategies, but your execution is notably sloppy – Thank goodness you have a killer roundhouse kick that you execute when it matters. For this glaring hole in your methods, you’ve recruited Avery to help you.

“Huff… Huff… That’s 100…” Finding her in the middle of a cardio session, Avery towels off before greeting you. Without much casual chit chat, she wraps her hands and climbs into the ring, itching to tussle. Her jabs and kicks are brutal to say the least, and her soft expression when you met her fades into something ferocious. You barely keep up, and after 5 minutes, she backs off, arms twisting around the ropes of the arena.

“Hah… Not bad, rookie. My thigh is gonna bruise from that roundhouse of yours… But it ain’t good enough to get to the next level.”