"Techniques?! Kunt-fu?! What kind of mockery is this?!" a stoic, British voice asked.
Cinna turned to see a twenty-something black woman, curved like the neck of a crane yet built as mighty as a boulder.
"Mockery? This is no mockery." Cinna said as she got on the mat, "This is a new art form... one greater than any you've ever seen."
"I doubt that." this mysterious new challenger said as she slammed her foot against the floor, the bangs covering her eye swaying with the force like her DD tits.
"Bold words for someone in breast milk distance." Cinna smirked.
"What are you-? AHHHHHHH!" the new challenger yelped as Cinna squeezed her nipples and sprayed her in the mouth.
Cinna smirked as she walked over to her challenger, who was resting against her knee?
"Do you see the light of kunt-fu?" Cinna asked.
"NEVER!" she bellowed as she dealt a powerful uppercut right in Cinna's jaw.
"How could my techniques fail?!"Cinna asked in shock.
"Because it's not a warrior's way... besides, my girlfriend's tit milk is better than yours." she smirked as she rushed Cinna and jump kicked her through a screen.
"Yeah Tyonna, kick her ass!" a jogger in pink workout gear called from outside.
Cinna's last sight at that moment was a fist to the face.
Tyonna herself was transformed by the chonivac's influence, Cinna had no power over her...
Cinna and Jiran stood behind their new sensei as she bowed before the class.
The students bowed back as the amazons swished the refreshments around in another room, as part of Tyonna's convincingly delivered plan... and kicks.
"Let's hope this works.." Alice said as she wheeled out the cart.