You had heard stories of the ferocity of the Frye twins, how skilled and agile they were, how they were able to knock down opponents with ease, though you didn't truly believe it until you saw it.

It was like watching a Devil in female form as she never seemed to tire or let up against her opponents. No matter how many stepped into the ring, she seemed to dispatch them effortlessly and made grown men look like infants.

As the fights ended and the crowds dispersed, you hung back for a moment to find her sitting on a stool, leaning over a bucket of water as she washed her cuts and cleaned her wounds. She didn't even look up at you as she did so, though you could see her black eye forming and her cut lip.

"Can I help you?" She says, finally looking up at you, her chestnut hair in a messy braid.