[@Doc Doctor]

Some people just bashed away at a problem using the same exact tactic over and over. They would never realized how pointless it was, merely expecting the move to work at some point and become a solution, rather than a crippling weakness. In the past Trixi had been one such individual. Until her life changed and her mentality no longer helped her, instead it often left her broken along some rain soaked ditch. Still, old habits die hard. So her process of learning had been gradual but her continual need to face and smack a problem in her way, usually upside the head, had never really went away. That’s not to say something her mentality didn’t adapt, her bullheadedness sometimes working in her favor.

Trixi was doing what seemed to be a right, straight punch to the giant’s side. When his hand lifted up to his face, her mind imagined the hand whipping out and over her outstretched arm, planting the hit right into her face side. The impact would likely send her straight into the ground with a daze and a headache at least, stopping her from getting upright for a long time. Trixi wasn’t lying when she was willing to block but it didn’t mean she would instantly. It didn't help that doubt lingered there in definitely at the man’s merits. Her trust was a difficult thing to both earn and apply, always had been due to fear of making the same mistake. When her weight applied to her rear foot, she adjusted it closer to her right foot for balance as she extended her arm for the punch. To Gonad, or at least anyone normal, she looked like she was about to take the knockout punch instead of reconsider her options.   

This wasn’t the case this time. 

Taking an obvious leaf from Gonad’s book, her arm bent at the elbow and turned into a hook shot that fell short of her target on purpose. It seemed she might’ve changed her mind after all as this would happen should his fist had punched and made it past her arm, aimed directly for her face. Immediately her head pulled to the side, tilting backward some, where she would possibly feel his fist graze her skin soon. But didn’t it impact directly. Her hips twisted when she felt his hand about to brush her skin, pulling her head away while she let it skim off. From his point of view  it would’ve seen like he hit her dead on and her own stupidity had gotten her KOed. She doubted this would fool Gonad. 

Meanwhile, her weight fell to the ball of her left foot while her right leg came up just when Gonad's fist nearly carried out its extension all the way to her face. If successful, and nothing changed or affected this, her kick would be directed at his upper torso side likely around his ribcage. A deep instinct stirred at the possibility he might actually grab on to her foot with either his right or left hand then crush it with a single reflex. If that happened, would prove her trust was ill placed, she thought with a sicken dread.