The tiger-girl groaned. She tried to pull on the chains yet again to no avail. It was like trying to pull a mountain, or a stake that stubbornly refused to budge. The worst bit in all this was the expression her opponent wore. Indifference, pure and unadulterated. So, she gave in to her anger, and tugged on the chain the best she could, surpassing all attempts she had done before.
It was heavy, I thought. I tugged at the chains, and tried the best I could to stand my ground. By lowering my center of gravity, I could defend myself from being flung forward. I looked at the tiger-girl, and saw that she exerted every little bit of strength she had. The difference between us being I had techniques on my side, and those techniques were enough to bridge the gap between our physical capabilities.
