Charon watched the blood trail, she glared and seemed displeased that she hadn't thrown Kizmat further. Extra power was provided to the cybernetics as Charon stalked over to where Kizmat was trying to pry himself up off the mat. She grabbed him by the back of the head and brought her knee up busting his nose wide open. If he thought it felt like headbutting a lump of metal, he wasn't far wrong and for the first time in a long time he wondered what he'd got himself into.

He found himself flung across the ring by a vicious arm drag. Charon seemed to be in no hurry as she watched and stalked Kizmat, it was like she was playing with a new toy. Kizmat stood up once again, he laughed but there was no humour in it.