Mac was through with patience at that point. After her first strike, she noticed one of her men stand up as if he was getting ready to intervene if necessary. But he knew not to make any moves unless directly told to do so by Mac.
The insult wasn't a new one to Mac's ears but the threat certainly was. Seemed like the guy needed another physical reminder of who was actually in charge. Mac went for a left hook, aiming to even out Savage's face, but to her brief horror, Savage blocked her strike. Then came the knee to her ribs, knocking the wind out of her momentarily. Mac was crouched on all fours, her hands reaching out to catch her fall after the hit. It was embarrassing to admit to herself, but she hadn't been a real fight in a few months. She wasn't as quick or prepared like she wanted to be. But nothing in her told her to back down because Savage could actually be a better fighter than her. Mac was a stubborn bitch after all.
After a short moment to take a breath, Mac swiftly swung her leg back and hit the back of Savage's knees, causing a brief buckle, a delay so that she could get up and kick him again, hitting him in the same place to make him hit the floor. She made a motion to her man who was watching the fight and wanted in. "Fuck off," she ordered him. This was all her fight. She'd finish it one way or another.