The bandage wraps covering her knuckles gripped tightly around her fingers, and without much warning Nymara dashed forwards once again! The larger man let out a war cry and did the same, bringing his massive hands downwards in a large arch, meant to completely shatter anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in their way. Luckily Nymara saw this coming, and at the last second she ducked and slid across the mud, right between the man's legs! Before he even had the chance to see where she had gone, he felt the hard punch to his ribs, causing him to yell in pain before swinging his fist around to hit the red head! At the last second she managed to bring up both her arms and take the full force of the blow! The action was strong enough to send Nymara staggering backwards into the edge of the arena, grunting painfully as the crowd got even more excited! It wasn't long before Nym felt their hands push her forwards back into the arena. Cracking her neck she dashed forwards once again, narrowly dodging a right hook from the fighter before responding with her own! Unfortunately for the red head, the man was a lot faster than he looked. He had caught her fist mid air with his hand, and before the dragon slayer could even calculate her mistake she felt the full force of his other fist across her jaw!
"And there you have it folks! The winner is Archibald Ironfist!" The crowd in the small underground room went wild, cheering the victor as Nym lay in the dirt, still recovering from that intense blow. "I'll.. G- Get you next time!" She retorted as nobody listened, slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position, holding her jaw with a wince. Despite the circumstances, Nymara was still smiling. Though it was hard to tell with the intense bruise across her lip and eye. "Aight you know the drill little lady. You lost, so scoot!" The shady announcer whispered to Nym as he shooed her from the arena. Grunting Nymara got to her feet and walked out, making her way through the crowd and up a small flight of stairs. The match in question was being held within a small basement underneath a tavern. Thankfully the magical liquid Nymara used to forget her pain wasn't far away.
Using a small handkerchief Nym spit a wad of blood from her mouth into it as she hesitantly unwrapped the bandage coverings around her hands. Her knuckles were beat, bruised, and bleeding but thankfully the bartender lent her a bowl of ice. Sighing she leaned forwards in her corner booth, letting her fist rest in the bowl as she downed a shot of whisky. "Oi! I'll get another over here!"