[@PaintLynn]


Several things happened at once. One Julia's kick was blocked. That was not surprising - it had been an easy kick to block. Two a heavy but small down pour had started over her. This was smart. The cold and the wet would tire her and give her more drag, making her movements slow and sloppy.  While Julia hadn't been trained officially she had traveled around and learned many interesting techniques. One was that people usually hated fire near their face, and that was enough to unbalance them. With a small flick of her wrists, her hands were engulfed in flame. While the rain did dampen them, her internal heat was enough to keep the fire going. She grabbed her leg back and threw a flaming fist, aiming for it to go right by her head. 

This intention wasn't to hit her in the face, no that would just be silly. The flaming hand was meant as a distraction. Her right fist sailed past Lynx's face, and her left, suddenly fireless hand, headed down toward her gut. If it landed it would be a solid punch.