Abigail blocked Rhonda's punch with surprising ease and used the half-dragons moment of surprise to connect with a counter blow to her soft body. Dazed from that attack, Rhonda couldn't react to the right hook and a few moments later her face made contact with the mat. She could hear Abigail’s gloating chuckle as she raised herself from the ground. Has the rich girl always been that good at fighting? Now that Rhonda thought about it, she had never seen Abigail in a physical fight before. The fights between her and Sofia always boiled down to magical beams of not-completely-death. That really was the wrong time to defy stereotypes.
“Since when do you know how to throw a punch?” Rhonda tried to trash-talk her opponent.
“Since when do you hate yourself so much you’d rather be a lizard?” said opponent replied.
“I’m a dragon,” Rhonda grumbled out. Well, that worked out well.
This time Abigail was the one to close the distance, throwing out several quick jabs. Rhonda blocked them with her scaly arms until her enhanced reflexes allowed her to dodge one and retaliate with a kick to her gut.
For the next few minutes the two girls equally traded blows, neither refusing to give in. After separating for the tenth time both took a moment to catch their breaths. Rhonda still felt it in herself to continue thanks to her improved endurance. More surprising was that Abigail seemed to be doing just as well. The latina was certain that something couldn't be right.
They charged again and after throwing a couple of punches Rhonda managed to catch one of Abigail’s fists in her hand. Unfortunately Abigail managed to do the same with Rhonda's other wrist.
“How about we just stop and call this a draw,” Rhonda offered as they stood in their deadlock.
“Pft, we know each other almost our whole lives and you apparently still know nothing about me. First, I never give up or settle for less than winning.” Suddenly Abigail grinned at her. “Second, I’m a pragmatist.” With that she lifted both her and in conjunction Rhonda's arms into the air to close the gap between them and planted a kiss on Rhonda's cheek.
Several of the viewers gasped at this development, Sofia and May the loudest of all, while Tiberia gave a wolf whistle. Most importantly though was Rhonda. Her small, gay, hormone-laden brain completely short-circuited at that kind of physical contact. In the meantime Abigail wrestled her arms free, gave Rhonda an elbow blow for good measure and sent the dragon girl to the mat with a perfectly executed shoulder throw. She planted herself on Rhonda's limbs and pinned her to the ground.
“How about we just stop and you give up?” Abigail tauntingly offered.
“Never,” Rhonda croaked out. Despite that she wasn't sure how she could get out of her predicament. The only ways out she saw involved her wings or tail and she refused to stoop down to that level.
“Well, then I’ll have to make you.” As Abigail said this, a small glow enveloped her hand and before Rhonda could react the (unfortunately already familiar to her) numbing feeling of electric shocks raced through her body. Weak enough to not leave any lasting damage, but strong enough to still be painful.
Rhonda grit her teeth. She knew she wouldn't hold out long against this pain and so with all her remaining power she forced out, “I… give… up…”
The shocks let up and Abigail stood up to bask in the cheers of her classmates.
“Well, look at that,” Tiberia said in perfect monotone, “The little princess has proven that you can beat stronger opponents with enough ingenuity, hurray or whatever. Anyways, lesson’s over, go take a shower or not, and do whatever you do in your free time.”
While most students filed out, Rhonda continued laying on the mat. Her friends surrounded her and gave her words of encouragement, but she was mostly deaf to them, trapped in her own mind and wondering how she could've lost against Abigail of all people in a fist fight of all things.
Then Tiberia approached the lying girl to give her helpful advice… just kidding, she kicked her. “Oi, stand up and leave! I can't enjoy my free time until the gym isn't empty.”
The pain in her rips freed Rhonda from her stupor and she stood up. “How could you let Abigail win? She clearly cheated!”
“Sorry to say that, hatchling,” Tiberia answered. “But in regards to pure skill she had you beat. Without your dragon enhancements she might have thrown you out the ring in half the time.”
Everyone's eyes went wide at that revelation. Rhonda always saw Abigail as a typical rich bully, but apparently she was also skilled in martial arts? She always took solace in the impression that she could easily knock her out if things got bad, but now she was told this might've been just wishful thinking on her part.
“Though that said,” Tiberia added. “Obviously Miss Priss cheated. She used a basic buff spell to match you in strength and of course there were the electro shocks at the end.”
“And you still allowed the fight regardless?”
“Another lesson you should learn, barely anyone fights fair out there. One of those idiots, who allow you to pick up your weapon when you drop it, is harder to find than a witch, who hasn't tried masturbating with her wand at least once.” –This led to five blushes and an innocent head tilt by Lichi.– “Especially when your opponent starts fighting dirty, you’re free to do the same. You easily could've freed yourself, if you used your dragon limbs. Pride means nothing if it leads to your death. A true witch has to be resourceful, ready to use anything at her disposal to ensure her own survival.” She got closer to Rhonda and said just loud enough for her dragon ears to pick up. “Though that doesn’t really apply to you, does it?”
With that Tiberia turned around and walked away, leaving behind a shocked Rhonda. “One more thing,” she suddenly spoke up without turning her back. “Allowing something and tolerating it are two very different things. Magical Barbie will have to run some extra laps next lesson for breaking my rules.”
By the time Rhonda and her friends reached the showers they were mostly deserted already, Abigail in particular long gone. They showered mostly in silence. The events of the lesson were still fresh in Rhonda's head to the point the idea of seeing May wet and naked didn't even cross her mind. They finished one by one with Rhonda being the last one (in part though because of her extra limbs). Standing alone in the school halls she wondered what she should do, now that lessons for the day were over. Should she try to forget what happened by spending time with her friends or should she try and find a way to improve herself so this won't happen again or will just something happen that will distract her?