Charon bowed her head down towards the canvas but at the same time her eyes remained on Spade as she took a small step backwards, as she lifted her head Spade could see her grinning at him. They had a lot of history together but it didn't mean they would be going easy on each other.

Charon was not in the least intimidated by Spade and neither was he in the least by her and so the tense stand off continued. They circled around each other like a pair of tigers sizing each other up, trying to work out what would be their best point of attack and finally Charon made a move, so slight, so minute, that Spade almost missed it.

A small silvery disc whirred silently towards its target, its aim to bury itself anywhere in Spade's body it could find. Spade moved deftly to one side as the disc whirred past his left cheek and embedding itself in the shin of one of the lowest dangling corpses. Again Charon grinned and shrugged, almost apologising for the obvious assault.

Spade straightened up, mildly surprised at such a childish attack but eyed her warily as she had a habit of trying to trick people into making a wrong move or two. They circled a couple of more times before Charon lunged at Spade, this time she caught him around the midriff and propelled them both off to one side and crashing into the side of the cell. Charon drove her elbow into Spades face before he could bring his arms up, his nose shattering with a noisy crunch.

Spade recovered quickly, bringing his knee's up and thrusting his boot hard into Charon's chest, winding her and throwing her backwards, she hit the canvas hard and grabbed for her leg as though injured. Spade was immediately up but far too wise to rush straight in and try and capitalise on an apparent injury, not this early into the match up! He moved quickly once more as another silvery disc whipped close past his right ear. Charon had already rolled and got to her feet as Spade dived for her, she fell backwards before he had even hit and used her feet to push into his gut and propel him even faster and harder over the top of her and towards the side of the cell. Spade crashed into the cell wall as Charon sprung to her feet in a characteristic fighting stance. Spade was unhurt by the crash and rose slowly to his feet, his face a mask of anger and loathing.

They stared at each other again before the action resumed in a fierce flurry of moves from both wrestlers....