She means those that want to throw punches and win without doing much. Criminals, cocky martial artists, simpletons with muscle...

People unlike these two, clearly.

"Stuff like this makes me really happy."

"Thank you. You too, you're really strong."

She had taken her own stance but relaxed once he did, taking some time to adjust her hat and jacket.

"It's difficult to find someone to have fun like this. Lots of people want to 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, but I'm in it for the love of it, and I think you're the same." —

"Yeah, you really rock it. Especially that hair, it really works with everything else."

falling upwards, then as he was lifted fully, his own body's weight would rise until the moment he hit the ground.

Not enough to leave a crater or anything, but it would hurt a bit more than if she lifted him normally.

After that, she'd hop away from him, now actually neding a moment of respite.

He would find her difficult to toss, compared to her aspect and size anyway. But once she hit the ground, her arms would grab onto the one he used to slam her down, and after adjusting her step, she'd lift HIM up and do the same to him.

Once he got off the ground, he would feel himself light as if—

"Goes hard."

holes into his arms and then he either bleeds out or his arms just... fall off or something.

But the fact that his elbow didn't send her through the wall earlier was telling enough.

the lower side of his limbs and the joints, attempting to break up his position more directly rather than just pelt him with her palms until exhaustion or soreness take over... neither of which seem to be happening.

Normally this would already be over. She would use her claws, poke hundreds of—

He can't block forever. Eventually, his guard would be broken by either a well-placed palm, or the overwhelming speed and strength of this rush – which she CAN keep up for a long, long while.

She'd sooner get bored than tired, anyway.

As it went on, her barrage became more methodical, aiming for—

barrage of hard palms aimed at his upper body...

Parrying or dodging this will prove a lot more difficult, for most fighters anyway.

She can tell he's holding back now – he's just on another level compared to most, and she should treat this sparring exercise as such.

perfect position to land.

Something's definitely up with the way she moves around in the air. He must've noticed by now.

Her claws and feet rested on the floor, her pose reminiscent of the way athletes start a race – because it was exactly that, suddenly rushing him again though this time with a—