Why was it always hard to  use a stealth attack against someone who fought Demons? 

The answer was pretty much simple: Demons never played fair in a fight. There was never one instance Trixi ever recalled she had met a fair and honorable demon, one that was bent on playing by the rules and never took a cheap shot any chance they got. Never lowered their own strength or speed to play around their prey’s level, never played with the same number of limbs, and never revealed all their tricks or not use them. These experiences were enough to force her to make sure she capitalized on speed.  If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been here. If a hunter wasn’t careful, they were going to end up split from groin to chest or punched by an extra limb materializing from nowhere. This experience increased her awareness about her target’s movements, extra limbs or not, and her mind processed it faster then she should’ve been able. Though she hoped he couldn’t materialize a limb somewhere from space then again… it shouldn’t surprise her if he did. 

If Trixi had time to shudder and recall her past, she would’ve when it came to the Djinn hunt. 

 Pain was the best teacher of all to be cautious and something Trixi experienced well during that time, enough near death experiences and broken bones to never make the same mistake twice. She didn’t know all the tricks but it wasn’t hard to tell when one was coming or an attack was off, then guess at the nature of why. This made calling bluffs worth it. She was a squishy human after all so speed and endurance became her bread and butter.  So as long so as she had space to move, she would use it.    

At the start, they had been facing each other and almost lined up perfectly before the match progressed. Now their positions had changed based on their actions. When Gonad’s punch came out, edging past the shoulder, Trixi’s right leg stepped to the punch’s outside and brought herself to her foe’s left side, lining on the side of his planted feet. Her torso was angled at / with her left foot back and her right forward.  This gave her enough space between his arm and her body to lash out with her baton without being too deep into his range. It also allowed for a quick retreat. Her eyes hadn’t moved from their forward position which was raised to look in his eyes, taking in account his body and see movements without ever moving her head. Unlike Gonad, her vision wasn’t a tunnel. 

One problem happened. His arm wasn’t where it was suppose to be.  

Her baton had already risen to strike only to have nothing to hit when he veered his punch the other opposite way, his voice giving a sound huff in his effort to speed along. Exposing his back… One thing Trixi learned, no matter how subtle you made your moves, there was always a tell in the body and it helped Trixi was usually on guard for an extra movement somewhere she wasn’t looking. A tail or extra arm mostly. In this case there was too much weight on the left side for a backhanded fist even with the left hook.  Instinctively she there had to be an attack from below, recalling how often a tail had flickered out to wrap about her left leg or stabbed her into chest, and prompted a reaction at the last moment.  

Her left leg moved to the right, bring it more parallel to her right. This  brought her torso to let the back spinning kick- aimed likely for her abdomen middle if he intended to send her flying and not spinning like a top to the ground- almost skim her surface and brush by. If he continual through with the move that is. Unless Gonad was putting every ounce of his kinetic energy through an ability into his kick  that she knew nothing, even with the power force of a cannon ball passing over her surface and skimming wouldn’t break all the bones in her body. It would be painful as hell, taking layers of skin and damaging/seriously bruising muscle and even mostly likely knocking her on her ass. With his strength in mind, her baton hand jerked downward in reflex. It was angling from a right direction (where she held after his punch went left) in hopes to either alter the giant’s mind into stopping the attack or shift where he was targeting even more from her body and damage his leg while he had tried to send her flying. If it hit, the impact on a normal human could fracture bone and limit mobility when Gonad applied weight on it the next time.    

Though she had went on the offense and managed to avoid the attack, Trixi was still well aware of the guy’s other limbs making her slightly edgy and ready to adapt. Including beating a hasty retreat.