While not as perhaps it might be, she does tire quicker than he may if not as quickly as most women of her size and training might. Of course, anger and pain can push a person far, and she lets it push her.

Taking every blow and knowing she'll pay for it later, but the pain and the force helps her, helps draw her back to herself. Though it's a sharp blow to the side, the flair of pain and then a flash of whiteness, of knowing she's likely got a separated rib perhaps, damage that she can only blame on herself because she wanted this, in a way she needed it. Glad for it, even as she bounces back, ducks under his swing and backs up further.

Hands still up and at the ready, expecting him to push on, to keep attacking because of how she sees him for his actions, and not the man himself.