What could be ten minutes or an hour later - there is no way to tell in the featureless room - you slam her back down onto the mat. She twists, her powerful limbs somehow tangling around you and reversing your positions. You snarl, wrestle yourself back on top, and bend forward, going in for the 'killing bite'.
She obviously has the same idea. Thankfully you both stop before your skulls collide... breathing hard, faces inches apart, skin glimmering with sweat.
"Is this a tie?" you whisper.
"Ten-ten," she whispers.
"So... maybe I know how to fight after all?"
"Maybe," she cedes with a flash of a smile. "Or maybe I was going easy on you."