She was chewing on her busted lip as she struck out, grinning as Betsy stepped back from the first kick. There were definite improvements, over even the last fight they’d had that day. When the girl’s body moved in anticipation of Mystique’s next kick, she decided to go low instead, hopefully catching Betsy off guard. It wasn’t the most creative move, but it worked and she was smirking as the girl went down, eyebrow raising as Betsy kicked out in response, knocking Raven off-balance.
She didn’t quite connect hard enough to make Raven go down, but Raven let herself fall anyway, dropping down to straddle the girl with a grin, fist raised. She punched down, connecting with the mat instead of actually aiming the punch at Betsy’s face. The point stood without making actual contact, and she smiled down at the girl, ready to spring back should Betsy decide that the fight wasn’t over yet. “Much better,” she nodded. “You made me bleed.”