Jo had the skills, she really did. Her reflexes were on point and she was normally very precise. She'd worked hard in both the military and her time with the Regiment to be good. This recent discovery had thrown her. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so anti-drinking for so long, maybe then she'd be accustomed to the affects. She could just hear her sister saying 'I told you so' in her head, 'let loose, have fun once in a while.'. She grunted at the strike as pain shot through her right side, things cleared for a moment as she staggered.
Drunken master, right? She took a deep breath, feeling the sharpness of the broken rib as he waited for her strike back, she could tell he was ready to deflect anything the threw. So she had to embrace the drunk. Maybe that was the only way to win. She threw a series of quick blows he reflected all easily and then struck back at her with his fancy, fine tuned moves. Her balance was off and this time she didn't try to fight it. She stumbled to the side, causing him to narrowly miss her and she used the sideways momentum to strike the brief opening, catching him on the left side, mid back.
Jo raised her arms as she regained her footing and prepared for his next move. The look of shock that what had just happened had just happened was clear on her face.