Although she was not unfamiliar with scraps with others in the slightest, it sort of went without saying that as a general rule, Heather was more used to fighting monsters than she was at fighting sentient opponents who knew what they were doing.

But that said, she still wasn't bad at it.

He drove her back at first, but you bet she noticed the imbalance of handiwork. Squaring one foot behind her for stability, she wrenched herself to the side to avoid a punch and tried to snag his wrist with one arm in an attempt to throw him off-balance.

"Shore this!"