Me teach you better ways to smash

Jessica, showed little stamina wear, but being born into combat did that. It was something that was pretty much her only ability at times. It seemed to her that everyone had the ability to flick her with a finger and send her flying at times. God forbid they had magic or something else, that just made fights impossible. Though, Tai Su as the brutish woman called it was probably one of her best skills. If you could even begin to call Jessica's snapping arms martial arts. If there was a martial art it was closest to, it probably would have been muai tai just because she swung for speed and damage, not for precision.

Jessica flexed her numerous chest muscles as the small woman's fist slammed into her side. Leaving her wincing, as the pain shot through her side that had been pasted into the pavement a few days before. It was at that point she threw up her arms to block and lowered her stance. Taking an odd defensive position designed to let her get a high volume of air to her lungs quickly so she could take her mind and focus on dropping the pain. She relaxed as she guarded to try and get her muscles to flex out the pain as he moved on. Waiting to get the pain situated before striking again.

Jessica was clearly on the back foot as she found herself being thrown head over heels by a Ritz Cracker. Her back shuddered in pain as she slammed down, luckily her shoulder blades were flexed to soften the blow. "Tap out!" The large woman screamed as the pain shot up her side and she found herself rolling to make sure she wasn't dead and screamed in pain.

Tragedy and Comedy were also nowhere to be found because Jessica's wound from road rash had reopened, causing her shirt to begin to slowly turn red. Only a small part had done so but it had done it's job to incapacitate the monstrous woman as she cried in agony. The weird part was that Jessica only did so twice before her personal training kicked in to move the pain away and she simply curled up into a large fetal ball and protected herself from thousands of hours of torture at the hands of her family and everyone that had beaten her in fights. Which was most everyone.

Jessica resorted to being entirely quiet as she waited for whatever blows would come, the tactic coming from how she would relax and control the rest of the people she knew.

"Jessica Fine." She said as she finally started to sprawl out and get back up. She slowly stood up, one of her giant paws pressed against her shirt, which she unceremoniously stripped off and looked through her backpack for superglue. She found it rather quickly and then went to begin gluing her wound back down as she ignored the handshake or whatever far more human thing that Ritz was doing.

"Jessica fix." She said holding the wound closed, the numerous other scars along her body showing aside from the blocked area hidden by her sports bra. She was obviously far more used to pain and injury than most people could ever hope to be, but being who she was, it was definitely understandable.

"Jessica suck." She said quietly to Comedy before putting her fingers forward and flicking at the invisible hollow in her vision. Her other hand was still at her side and protecting her injury, in order to keep the pressure and close the wound entirely. It wasn't helping quite as much as she wanted too but that was alright in her mind. Eventually the blood slowed and she let go with a grunt as the glue took to her skin. She would definitely have another scar to show off in the future, if she cared about such things. Though, the stories associated with Jessica's scars were probably much less glamorous than others would be lead to believe.

She looked back at Ritz and nodded at her. "Now?" She asked quizzically as if to wonder what she was supposed to do next.

"Maf?" Jessica said questioning as she looked at Ritz. She understood a bit of what Ritz was saying. Slowing other fighters came from years of practice, sure her fighting style was completely unrefined and a huge back of nonsense, she was good at figuring out what she wanted.

She shifted her weight to make sure she wasn't going to open up and bleed out again before shifting her weight to the opposite side and grabbing herself. She already had quite a few bruises that had begun to erect themselves all over her skin. As for self-confidence, Jessica had none, wouldn't stop her from jumping at everything that wanted to fight, self-confidence had nothing to do with Jessica's monstrous lack of sense and varying amount of courage.

Jessica followed after Ritz as if she really didn't understand why she needed to learn math, or that she had no real idea what it could be used from her to apply it too. Comedy and Tragedy were now enthralled with something in the distance, as Jessica looked blankly at them for a second before turning her attention back to Ritz. "Kay."