Little Mac was insanely fast, but Samus was faster. It was clear to the boxer that Samus' training as a child hadn't gone to waste.
"Come on, kid," Samus smirked, bouncing on her feet with her fists raised, "stop trying to dance around me, just hit me!"
"I can't! You're too fast!"
"Sure it's not because I'm a woman?" Mac frowned and Samus took the moment of distraction to land another punch right in Mac's abdomen.
"Ow! Shit! I need a break…" He sighed. Samus smiled victoriously and relented.
"So, that's… Third round I win? Looks like the champ's getting a little rusty." She teased. Mac rolled his eyes and eagerly drained a water bottle. Samus sat next to him and took a big breath.
"Hey, I was wondering…" Mac muttered, wiping the blood from his busted lip.
"Shoot." Samus replied, toweling the sweat off her face.
"Would you be willing to come to my next tournament?" Samus looked over at the boy who was a good amount shorter than her, and she was taller than many people he'd faced. She smiled and ruffled his hair.
"Sure, kid. I'll try my hardest. Gotta see my little prodigy in action, right?" Mac smiled and looked up at her gratefully. Samus yanked the ponytail holder out of her hair and shook it free before pulling it back up again. Mac jumped up suddenly, imitating Samus' bouncing movement from earlier.
"Ready for round four?" He asked eagerly. Samus grinned and stood up, brushing the dirt off her shorts.
"Go for it, kid." And maybe, just maybe, she'd let him win this time.