Whatever Heather made up for in lack of finesse, she made up for in stamina. She'd get out of breath, sure-- but it was obvious that even if she was a bit rusty, she was used to fighting (or at least moving around a lot) for very prolonged periods of time.

The first couple of blows hit, drawing surprised growls, but after that she ducked around them, and avoided the leg sweep completely by jumping-- HAH. Saw THAT coming!

As her feet hit the ground again, she sprung off once more immediately, trying to take advantage of the momentum of the leg-sweep to bull straight into him with surprising force.