Kimber pulled to the side, not quit getting out of the way fast enough. She'd been expecting him to block, and his attack had taken her just a bit offguard. The kick grazed her side.
Her focus sharpened, now. Maybe it was an adreneline rush from the pain, or maybe the moves triggering her motor memory sent her into 'the zone.' Either way, he wasn't a hot guy she wanted to make out with anymore; He was her opponent. Her primary goal was to knock him down, get him on the ground and--well, maybe he was kind of still the guy she wanted to make out with. But her focus had improved tremendously.
She leveled a kick--back straight, kick high, as instructed--at Ollie.