He took the elbow to his solar plexus and doubled over with a grunt and stumbled back, scowling a little. Completely thrown off, utter discord. Danny closed his eyes, shook out his shoulders, and focused his breathing. He was the Iron Fist, dammit. When he opened his eyes again, he positioned himself in the Scorpion Stance and deflected her next blows before striking in succession; Goldsen Star Gouge, Drunk Wasp Sting, Bronx Sucker Punch. He danced back on the balls of his feet finally hitting his stride in their fight, finding unity with Colleen's style, and he couldn't help but grin at her.