As he watched the girl fight, he couldn't help but admire her lithe form, her muscles rippling slightly with every blow she landed. Her long brown hair danced around her, and her blue eyes twinkled at the confidence some of her opponents had. She was graceful and effortless in her movements, and Jason felt something stir in his pants the longer he looked. If he played his cards right, he'd be able to turn her into his fantasy girl.
He generated another sentence. 'Amanda is a martial arts prodigy'. No, that wasn't it. 'The girl is training against many armed enemies.' Again, not quite right.
'The fit, young woman easily overpowers her opponents in combat.' Now this he could work with.