Yang was not quite expecting this, and yelped in both surprise in pain when Beatrix punched her on her wounded side. Quickly recoiling back in surprise, Yang pressed a hand over her bleeding wound. The wound was throbbing, and stung when she applied pressure onto it. Yang would never back down from a fight such as this; not this far in.
Yang ignored the growing numbness in her side, the yellow flame-like aura in her hair beginning to get more noticeable. She once again stood up straight, then quickly slammed her fists together. As soon a her fists made contact with each other, she produced a burst of flame around her. Yang sent herself sprinting at Beatrix full sprint, her flame-like aura spreading to her fists.