The Hitmonchan recovers almost immediately though, decades of combat experience helping. He zips forward, jabbing Atlas with a Mach Punch before taking the acidic spit right in the chest. It sizzles a bit, but he's still up.

Yuuna, on the other hand, is engaged in a duel with herself, swords flashing and arcing through the air. Sparks fly, and the women grunt in fury and pain as they both take wounds.

"You can't win! You don't have the stomach for it!"