At this point, Bulla was very glad for Cliff's paintball dodging training. She alternated between dodging and blocking, occasionally letting out a little 'eep!' noise when a blow came dangerously close to her face. Gradually, as she was forced on the defensive, she realized something. He was very gradually increasing his speed and forcing her to do the same if she wanted to keep stopping herself from getting hit.

Unfortunately for her, she reached the point where she couldn't keep with him, and the blows started coming in. Compared to her father's punches and kicks, everyone else's felt like love taps by comparison.

She sincerely tried not to whine and complain. She knew what she was getting into sparring with him. But it hurt, and she eventually folded like a napkin. "...okay, that's totally enough to judge how much of a hit I can take, Dad," she said between coughs.