Asher was already rolling to the side as Garnet made the threat. She refused to let up in the hopes she could draw inspiration from Asher's self made rag doll style.
The roll was enough to give Asher the momentum to get on to his feet. His hand was already up as a kick grazed him. Garnet was flawlessly tying her moves together to keep the pressure on Asher. However, the momentum he gained from the kick that grazed him went in to his own wheel kick.
The kick stood no chance of coming in to contact with Garbet, but it was enough to make her back away for a moment. She bounced a few steps back looking for her next opening. Her boxers bounce had long ago become her resting moving stance between attacking and defending.
Asher could feel the pressure that Garnet exuded, from her experience and skills were intense and did not let up. 'I need a way to even the odds. I'm too sore to give it my best.' Asher was wracking his brain for a solution to his predicament.
