David cracked his neck, eyeing Kiara carefully as she observed him.
"...This ain't gonna be easy. In terms of power and technique...she's a top-class striker, and now that she's back in top shape, I can't count on being able to overpower her so easily. Her flames aren't anything to shake a stick at, either. They are versatile and hot enough that half-assed adaptions won't negate them so easily... " David thought. He shifted his stance slightly, rising up a few inches from the ground.
"...My best choice would be to endure her initial onslaught, and turn it into a battle of attrition. As long as I can avoid lethal damage, I have a leg up, in terms of endurance..." He thought. Slowly, he mutated his body, forming a thin layer of hardened skin underneath his muscles. It was akin to an inner layer of armor, serving to protect his vitals should his outer skin fail.
Suddenly, the muscles in his leg began to compress, before violently decompressing, the spring-like motion launching David forward at high speeds. Immediately, he attempted to grab Kiara's legs, performing a double-leg tackdown in an attempt to drive the woman to the ground, amplifying her gravity at the last moment to further increase the damage from the fall. Would this be successful, he'd immediately jump on top of her, before beginning to pummel her with punches.