"Now without your Elephant Fist, you're nothing but the average fighter."

  The flying armbar proved to effective, as Shreya started groaning in pain. Having her muscle being torned apart as each second went by, she tried to used her other arm to pull An away, but he just wrapped his leg around her neck.

  "Hah..." Shreya was gasping for air. "Hah...ahahahaha!" which turned into ughter.

  "I can't believe I get to experience the joy of battle after retiring."

  With two of the most important factors on her side: stats and weight. Shreya used her pure arm strength to lift An from his own weight up into the air, effectively escaping the armbar.

  "Try this!" (Hindi)

  With a grip on his shirt colr, not allowing him to escape, Shreya Mishra ran towards the nearest tree and used An as a gauntlet to sm him into the trunk. An responded by spinning the body so that his feet were facing the tree trunk, absorbing the impact by standing on it. As the momentum of Shreya's arm swing came through, An bended his knees to accumite all the residual force, using his body like a spring, the reactive force pushed him the opposite direction and he did another spin to give Shreya a knee to the nose, all while his shirt was still in her grasp.

  Shreya, this time more aware of An's irregur fighting style, blocked the knee with her other hand, though, the force he generated was rge enough that it pushed her hand backwards and still made Shreya hit her own nose.

  "You are an exciting man." said Shreya (Hindi)

  She swung her arm from above and threw An straight down to the ground, this time, there was no good counter to it, he tried grabbing onto her arm st second but was ultimately overpowered. Though never taken aback by pain, An quickly created a distance, far away from Shreya's effective attack range, and he got into a very low stance with both arms wide open.

  "On my signal, run." An said (Vietnamese)

  "What?" confused Tam

  "I need at least 2 more level to knock her out. But I can outrun her on this floor."

  "How do you- Who are- This floor- WHAT?!"

  "Do as I say."

  "But what if she can catch up to you."

  "She'll die."

  "Who are y-"

  "Signal!"

  An excimed, seeing that Shreya Mishra took one stride towards him in a fighting stance to close the distance, looking for a good ol' fight. But he just turned around and sprinted away.

  "Hey! C'mon now!"

  Shreya took that personally, of course. She started cracking her neck for some crisp popping sounds before getting into a sprinting position and...

  "Why are you still here?" (English)

  She looked at Tam, confused, who's sitting on the ground, bawling his eyes out like a little bitch. He thought this might be a trick and they're gonna pince her, but honestly it's just too sad to even fathom her being hit by this scrawny looking fel.

  "I'm... I'm-" Tam muttered, trying to say something, searching his English vocabury.

  "I'm like you, you are very beautiful." he blurted out.

  "???"

  Shreya, utterly confused, squinted in a slight bit of disgust at the young man, she isn't exactly the best at English but she knew for a fact that sentence does not make sense. Looking back at An, Shreya realized she had already missed an opportunity to try and catch up, so she shrugged it off and let go of a good prey.

  "What is you two's name?" Shreya asked in broken English.

  "I'm Tam, he's An..."

  "An... We'll meet again."

  Shreya Mishra turned around, picked up the unconscious Mountain on her shoulder, and walked away.