The next class was Unarmed Combat. "Sparring," said the Instructor. "Count off and pair up,"
Catlin's first opponent was Dipak BD-96. He was big, heavy, and really liked to win. They circled for a moment, watching each other's eyes. He tried to trip her. Stupid. She was faster than he was.
Then his big fist was headed straight for her face. Maybe not so stupid. She stepped off the line and smacked it aside, then swung a right hook and drove her own fist into his temple. He staggered back and hit the wall.
Got him. Sera would be proud.