If the woman was unaccustomed to men considering her a woman before a fighter, she would have to get used to it. Anatoliy did not believe that women should stick to popping out babies and running pack life. He was a pretty European liberal, sort of. He still saw women as delicate, even if they proved to be otherwise. Even if they did not consider themselves feminine, the Russo tried to see the beauty underneath the fighting titles, but it tended to make him a bit more blind to the strength beneath that.
So she caught him, easily. He winced as her hand caught his arm in her seemingly iron grip. Well, so she was a good fighter; she was not bragging before. Maybe it was safe to step it up a little bit. She almost knocked him off balance. He couldn't go down that fast. No way. "Vhatever you vant," he said, chuckling as he pulled out of her hands as best as he could, huge body picking up some speed as he twisted on his feet to try to grab at Anann once again, this time attempting to trip her up as well, if he could, with his foot reaching behind her.
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