Throwing my knee at Erin's chest, this would be a fight ending blow should it land. Erin raises her left arm and angles my knee out of the way at the last moment, sparing her the consequence of a devastating blow. She throws a right fist at my crotch, but as she angles my knee away with her body, it turns me just enough so that her punch lands on my hip bone. I hope she liked how that felt. She doesn't seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed. As she recoils her hand, she opens her fist and scratches me down my left leg. "Ohhhhh, you bitch" Her nails raking down my leg definitely stung and burned, but if she thinks I am going to be stopped by some silly cat-fighting scratching, she has another thing coming.
Still in a standing position with Erin on her knees, and now fuming mad that she marked my body with her nails. I'm determined to make her pay for doing that. I reach down with my left hand and grab her by the hair, not yanking or pulling, just holding her head in place. With my right, I send down an open handed karate chop toward the side of her neck while holding her head in place by the hair. "Scratching isn't going to win this fight, Erin you stupid slut. Take this bitch!" As my blow is on it's way towards her scrawny pencil neck. "This is how we do it in Texas, bitch!"