It was an elegant dance, was what she was doing. Every time he tried to strike, she only moved back. It was a series of leaps, twirls, and cracks of her whip. There was one time that she honestly thought that the dance had come to an end, when she had established herself as the winner. It wasn't before the bat had hit her, and she recoiled in horror.
"How could you? I'm a woman," she whimpered. This caused him to realize what he had done, and he apologized, ready to come to her aid. That was when she took her chance. She couldn't help it. He was an idiot.
"As I was saying, I'm a woman," she couldn't help but smirk as she said those words. "And I can't be taken for granted. Life's a bitch, now so am I."
Admittedly, this wasn't the smartest thing for her to do. The bat had pushed her, and then rescued her again. And just as she was about to take advantage of the situation…he realized what she was up to and pushed her.
He killed her. She had died. Again.
He would pay for this.
The dance ended when she was saved by kitty litter.