Ilia growled in triumph when she managed to take hold. She was in more danger here, but at this point she didn't much care. Her adrenaline was shooting off the scales now and she wasn't backing down.

The ogre's fist managd to knock her shoulder, but she only gripped harder, her gloved fingers digging into the ogre's dark skin. Unless it actually yanked her off or broke her arm she wasn't going to let go. Using her other fist, she started pounding the oger at the base of the back of its head. If she didn't start scoring some points, she was going to have to give herself a zero for this performance. And Ilia Silvestri did not make zeroes.