Slap! The foot made a pathetic sound as it made contact with the man. At her speeds, any normal foot would have been broken or been vastly hurt. Dale lowered himself down, widening his stance so that the hits would not knock him down, and used his forearms to cover his face. He'd only need to find the chance to strike again. Every fighter had a pattern, and if they didn't, Dale would attempt to hit any part of the woman with half strength, enough to put that part out for the count.