Me teach you better ways to smash

Tragedy and Comedy were sitting down, playing cards as Jessica finished ravenously eating everything out of the picnic in a jar and then went back to sitting down. She really had no idea what the test had been about. Stuff like balance and harmony was way over her head. Years of psychological damage will do that to a person. She looked up at Box Snack as she talked while Jessica ravaged food with the table manners of a twonk and simply stared at her for a second before swallowing.

"Jessica no know." She said honestly, which was the truth. She didn't understand what tests were like this. Her versions of tests were more of the 'well if you don't die, or don't get eaten by your uncles, you must be able to live.' Her grandmother's voice rang out in her head as she shuddered in something between fear and watching a real life horror movie. That was a bad memory. She grabbed another handful of eggs and sausage and stuffed it into her mouth as Tragedy smacked her on the back of the head. Jessica face planted into the food and came back up, looking rather distraught.

"Jessica sorry, Jessica dumb." She said frowning at Tragedy. The mask said something that was only vocalized to Jessica before Jessica suddenly started speaking back in what sounded like perfect understanding of some infernal and dead language. "Nand nid yiwr rhan fyaf bobl yn byd hwn yn siar'ad ein, hyaith!" She said in response before she suddenly looked angry. "SMASH TRAGEDY!" She said angrily in response to whatever he said back. She took a swing at the invisible man, and did nothing because she couldn't, then resumed pouting.

"Tai su?" Jessica said blinking as she shrugged while Ritz cleaned off her face. She smiled approvingly. "Tanks!" Then she leaned back for a second and wondered what that meant. Comedy and Tragedy had resumed their card game for reasons known only to them and Jessica kind of liked it that way. Don't bug us and we wont bug you vibe going. Though, Tragedy had been listening to everything the entire time and Comedy seemed to have no grasp of what was going on, either that or she just didn't care.

Jessica stretched out as she was happily fed and then literally went to doing calisthenics. Which was kind of just what Jessica did. Then again nothing Jessica did made sense to normal people. She hummed some out of tune song that probably wasn't a song at all and then took her shirt off to change all her bandages. She had a large medical kit in her backpack and spent a good five minutes meticulously changing everything. She had been beat the hell up by some tiny kid with superpowers a few weeks back and Jessica didn't need more scars that she already had. So, she went to fixing everything the right way.

She had learned combat medicine and field dressing from her uncle Nico, and definitely showed. She hummed until the half-naked woman had changed them all and went to look for a trash can to dump her old bandages and then tossed her shirt back on before wondering back to Ritz. "Redy!"

Instead of moving into some form, or something that made sense. Jessica just stood there and got hit. Repeatedly. She felt the palm hit her face and nose, which she wriggled in response before getting hit with an elbow and then leaving her soul behind as she got kicked in the side. The only thing she blocked was the kick, which she did by flexing her entire side. Jessica, dodge? She couldn't dodge anything. She was a giant walking hulk. It was like hitting the broad side of a barn, plus other people had magic and superpowers. Plus that one kid just flicked her along the road like she was a child's plaything. Luckily, Ritz didn't have the power to slam her around like a chew toy so she was in much better shape after being hit by a full combination of attacks.

Martial arts required patience, effort, zen, tranquility, and Jessica had none of those things she just got mad and hit things until they bled or beat her into a pulp. Though it was usually the latter for the most part. Plus, her traditional fighting stance was literally, stand there. So she blocked one of three attacks, and that was that. The large woman wondered why she wasn't using her masks, they were kind of pathetic without her anyway. The most she got out of wearing them was the ability to cackle and scream. Not like she could heal like other monsters, or actually get magic powers aside from being loud and annoying. Though both of which suited Jessica just fine. So, she resumed her pathetic straight up stance and waited for more instructions, or beatings.

"Jessica slow." She said to Ritsuko in response. It was at that point, that a lot of Jessica's combat problems could be picked up on by someone with decent amounts of combat experience. Jessica knew her limitations better than anyone else. If there was a variable for the amount of energy and intelligence someone could dedicate to staying alive in a fight, Jessica had most of her brain focused on survival. However, she also was completely realistic. If she couldn't dodge someone significantly faster than her, putting her hands up, or rolling with an attack, was a far better way to do it. She already figured that Ritsuko was literally exponentially faster than her. So, attempting to dodge, meant literally nothing. It would simply make the hit worse. Taking the brunt of the attack, meant she was dealing with Ritsuko's direct strength and momentum, which was better if she knew how it was going to impact her. Had she tried to dodge away, she could have gotten hit in a place that would have actually meant real harm.

This odd form of combat was simply from being beaten over her entire life. The devil you know is always better than the devil you don't. Jessica's family was full of devils, and she was full of knowledge that was useless in most situations. Then, Ritsuko asked Jessica to smash her. While Jessica already knew for a fact, Ritsuko could probably dance away from her blows forever, there was a love that Jessica always had for just, rampaging. It also proved that she was easily entertained. So Jessica ran straight at Ritsuko, which probably made her look like a lumbering moron to the quick woman. The giantess reared her hands back and struck out in a few quick jabs to the upper body as her leg flew in a direct kicking motion at Ritsuko's side. Once again, there was no style, it was just her hurling her limbs around dangerously.

Jessica reared back and continued hammering against Ritsuko as her fist became more animalistic with each swing. If someone was more or less used to specifics or marital arts, Jessica would have looked more like a jagged axe hacking at a tree than a fine cut from a chainsaw.

She panted once heavily between blows to force her body to shove more oxygen into her muscles. Then returned to a normal breathing rate, making sure to take her time to flex each of them as she backed off Ritsuko for a second and then resumed with a quick set of what may have been jabs if Jessica knew anything outside of flair harder than the other person. She slid another kick in though, this time towards Ritsuko's front leg.

If Jessica had a specialty it was the randomness in her movements, to most people it would have looked more life flailing than what modern society considers fighting. Though, Jessica didn't do blood-sports and didn't follow rules. The punch that flew out after she struck with her leg was aimed at the same location, for the upper legs of Ritsuko, hell bent on damaging them to slow the speedster down.