Using the momentum of Luna's attack, Maria twisted with the agility of a cat. Her right hand, the one that had just deflected the blow to her stomach, shot up in a swift uppercut aimed for Luna's jaw. The movement was a blur, fueled by years of honed reflexes and strategic thinking.
But Luna, a seasoned warrior herself, was no stranger to quick counters. She saw the uppercut coming at the last possible moment, thanks to her years of sparring with Maria. With a sharp twist of her own torso, Luna dipped beneath the rising fist. The wind from Maria's missed blow ruffled Luna's golden hair as she used the momentum to launch into a spinning back kick.
The kick, aimed for Maria's midsection, was a powerful one, capable of knocking the wind out of even the most seasoned fighter. However, Maria, ever the strategist, anticipated this movement as well. She brought her left knee up in a block just as Luna's foot connected, absorbing the impact with a satisfying thud.
