Trixi’s face held a determination, her mind continually adjusting the proportion difference between them, as she kept walking. Her heart thumping excitedly, her breath quick and quiet, and her fingers tingling more fiercely with each step. Boots felt little resistance against the smooth arena causing her to note the lacking pebbles that would normally be found in a landscape like this. On drawing closer several details from the distance were made very clear to her. 

First off, his size. Large and tall would’ve been hard pressed to carry Gonad’s size. His hips coming to just somewhere below her chest but still high on her torso. It was pretty obvious he was way out of her normal weight class. Trixi was feeling more and more like the biblical figure David. The brave, little shepherd boy taking on the giant, Goliath, at Sokoh. Gonad was over 6 foot for sure but until she got within his range, she wouldn’t be able to make accurate estimates unlike ‘wolfie’ in her earlier match. There was no doubt in her mind that the man was huge, even by human standards, making her suspect he might’ve had some giant within his lineage somewhere. Not a surprised, she realized now, considering his behavior since the shrine and they weren’t known for their hygiene or manners. 

Next were the scars lining his body. This altered the image and made him more of an old lion who had won many fights, causing her paranoia to kick up another notch and definitely not to underestimate him. Even a dumb creature can be a challenge to beat when they were an unbeaten victor because something had to help them win in the end. If she was sloppy, this was assuming he depended a great deal more on strength than speed, that little talk wasn’t likely to happen. Win or lose, she wasn’t going down without a fight.  

Trixi smirked briefly at a phrase fitting to this situation fluttering in her mind, her walking slowed even more when he came into strike range. It might've seemed like she was hesitating due to his size but she wasn't. This gave her briefly enough time to brace herself for what seemed liked an incoming left hook at her face. Her eyes watched his left hand cock back and seemed ready to strike, a simple but effective move should it hit. If the punch extended past Gonad's shoulder a few inches and appeared to be dedicated to the motion, the woman reacted on instinct and muscle memory to counter it. 

Trixi would’ve moved to the right of the man’s extending arm, ended up on its outside, with her right foot leading which would've allowed her head to avoid his fist by a few inches. Her left foot-in the same well practiced movement- would've followed in behind at an angle, her dodge making one side of a V if seen above with the bottom being her start point. Her feet darted across the smooth surface and didn’t leave the ground far when she took a step deeper into his range. At the same time should his arm carry out his attack fully then his arm would be extended to her far shoulder's left. It would the moment just before when her weapon aimed to come up and then smack at the radius and ulna bones within the forearm. She wouldn’t be able to reach his head and doing so would’ve been too risky. It was best to damage what was closest rather than open herself up for an attack by overextending her reach. Despite her base strength being lower than Gonad (she assumed), the combination of the baton being solid, its weight and her force put behind it might been enough to heavily damage, or more likely break, the bones should it make impact.    

However, this early she could easily adapt her moves if needed at any point during her counter. Though it would only happen when he extended his fist far enough. He still had his other arm after all and she wasn’t about to let her guard down, her unarmed ‘guardian’ hand rested defensive around her chest level should/when his attack had been set into motion.