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[Since he's upped the ante a bit, Wanda continues more aggressively, approaching quickly and going in for another kick, and a jab if he can't think quickly enough to block her after a fall.

Her eyes are watching him quickly, carefully as she does, however, waiting for any sign of a tell if and when he chooses to use his power again.]

[He needs a bit of room to recover; he blocks the kick but the jab gets through, and he steps (doesn't stumble, at least - Tyke's training has done well) backwards -

So he uses his power again, picking her up with it, lifting her off the ground. The grip of the power around her waist is - perhaps a touch comically - gentle and gentlemanly, the wrap of telekinesis holding her demurely about her waist and upper arms.

It's an expenditure of energy - there's a rime of sweat on his forehead - but it's less effort than fighting.]

[Okay, so it is is telekinesis. Wanda's hands go to the grip at her waist which yes, is firm but gentle. It's automatic to try and pry him off, but it only lasts a split second. She does better matching power for power, and sends a hex toward him.

Like the one before, the bright pink bolt is powered by an equation of probability, one that when it hits him will affect the chances of his gift failing against his best efforts.]

[And it does hit him; he tries to twist away to avoid it, but when it does his leg goes a bit too far and he loses his balance to fall to one knee - ]

Oof -

[It breaks his concentration; the telekinetic grip is loosed at once, so that Wanda will be loosed to fall to the ground.

He gets up, but a bit slowly; his physical attacks and reactions are slower by far than his mental ones.]

[Wanda pauses then, watching him drop and slowly get up once more. She lands on her feet when his gift breaks, expecting it would, and her knees bend with impact.

Her expression shows a faint note of concern.]

We never said when our stopping point would be.

[Which is to say, she'll keep going until he's seen enough.]

[He's breathing a bit hard, but he nevertheless bows immediately and responds a bit raggedly.]

Your advantage over me is clear, madam; perhaps a bit more, and then you will allow me to call an end when my endurance is spent?

[Wanda gives a quick, sharp nod.]

As you like.

[She would give him the opportunity to attack, but she is the one proving herself, and truth be told she thinks her advantage is far more than he's said. She lunges in to engage him hand to hand, preferring to let him stay upright and see if she can press him to try and use his gift against her as well. Considering its flexibility, she has to wonder if he has any other tricks up his sleeve.]

[He tries at once to increase the distance between them - but not very effectively. He has a technique that he can use where he can send himself hopping backwards quite far by the strategic application of his power against the ground, but he's not going to use it now; it makes him look ridiculous. So instead he steps backwards, blocking one punch and catching another in the shoulder.

He does, however, have enough leeway to spare some concentration. Experimentally, he tries using his power to form an invisible hand to grab her shoulder from behind, curious about her nerves and her gullibility.]

[The moment she feels the touch, she spares a quick glance behind her before she attempts to shrug the hand off. It's a brief move that she does in tandem with another solid kick toward his midsection. She doesn't want to use hexes against him if she can avoid it. Rather, she'd much prefer to simply test his own concentration when it comes to the power he never told her he had.]

[She's quick-thinking as well. He brings his power down on her knee, lowering it, so that she just hits him glancingly in the thigh. He has to concentrate on that, though, so he loses that grip on her shoulder; moreover, his intense concentration has caused him to forget about his fighting stance, about moving around.

He next pushes her backwards using that power, again trying to gain a bit of distance.]

[Wanda can feel the pressure of his power keeping her from hitting him hard, and the next push sends her stumbling backwards. Regaining her balance quickly, she decides that perhaps a more solid offense is in order. She's shown enough that she can counter someone and hold her own...that she can stall.

She summons another hex to her hands and sends a blast of power at Edgeworth, certain to hit him harder than any of the previous times.]

[And he tries to dodge - tries to bring his power to bear - but it has absolutely no effect upon that burst of light. It hits him full in the chest, and his leg twists and he goes down hard, falling on his rear end; it's only because of his training that he doesn't break his fall with his wrists.]

Ah -

[And then he shakes his head and holds up his hands.]

All right. Enough.

[Wanda immediately brings her feet together, pulls out of a fighting stance nods.]

Of course.

[She holds out a hand to offer him help up.]

You fight well for a lawyer, but then you're not just a mere lawyer, are you?

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