Jarna stuck his head under the lowest rope and meowed loudly at Tony, like a trainer telling him to get back into it. "You wanted to be trained," Brunhilde replied to the complaint with an indifferent tone. She wrapped her arm around the punching arm as it hit her ribs, pinning him in place, and tap-dropped her elbow onto his shoulder joint. A hard hit would popped the arm but she let him go to keep going. "Seeing as jeans were only invented recently, clearly no."