"Depends on if you just want to beat me bloody and leave me for my crew to find," he answers with a roguish grin, using her own words. It's pretty obvious she's holding back on him, but while Jim is headstrong and reckless, he's not flat-out stupid. Most days, anyway. So he's not about to ask her to turn up the heat too much. Either way, he's under no delusions that he's going to legitimately win this one, and it seems bad form to cheat during a friendly sort of sparring match, especially with someone he just met.

But he's also terrible at throwing in the towel. Whether it's pride, persistence, or just plain bad at acknowledging his limits is up for debate.

He closes the distance between them again, as if he's going to try the palm strikes again, but it's a feint to cover the right cross he's throwing at her instead, ready to follow it up with another strike. Assuming she doesn't put him flat on his ass again.