Victoria never met anyone that could move like Vincent could. He was crazy good, and was instantly able to pick out her tells. He started to show her where she was weak or compensating. It wasn't weak as in she couldn't, it was just addressing her gaps in defending herself. Or the opening she would give if attacked. Which she appreciated and he was treating her like a capable trainee, not a female to be kept on the shelf. That she liked, a lot. It put points in his favor for her.
She had never felt so driven a she did to get one good hit on him. She still had not managed one good one. He was a guy, he should not move like freaking gumbie. She was getting faster at blocking and parrying blows. Being what they were neither was feeling it horrible, him less than her as Victoria had been working out prior.
