[ It's good that she doesn't go down in one hit; it'd be less likely to count as a real fight if she did. He doesn't back down when she comes in for a swing of her own, raising an arm to block the blow with a vambraced forearm. It's beskar versus flesh and bone, and Fett's used to taking hits from bigger opponents than her, so he expects to be able to shrug off her attack like it's nothing. Yet, when the blow lands, it's magnitudes stronger than he'd anticipated—strong enough, even, to knock him off-balance.
He staggers to the side, and when the woman follows up with another blow, he dodges rather than try to block again. His mind races—not angry or frightened, but rather intensely curious. He's got a few theories for how someone of her size might be able to hit like that. But he needs more information first.
One thing's for certain; the metaphorical gloves are off now. He swings a powerful right hook straight for the woman's face. ]
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He staggers to the side, and when the woman follows up with another blow, he dodges rather than try to block again. His mind races—not angry or frightened, but rather intensely curious. He's got a few theories for how someone of her size might be able to hit like that. But he needs more information first.
One thing's for certain; the metaphorical gloves are off now. He swings a powerful right hook straight for the woman's face. ]