Pain listened to his words warily, trying to keep her fists hovering near her chin. She had regained some clarity and shrugged off the collision of her head onto the mat, but her body still hurt. His words rang true, but Pain couldn't focus on that right now. How was she supposed to control her anger if she gets hit in the face? Wasn't it only natural to get mad? She didn't bother thinking about it too much. What did piss her off was that smile of his. She'd tried to pound him inside out and he was still smiling.
The mat vibrated beneath her feet. Pain shook her head and blinked several times, momentarily assuming she had hit her head harder than she thought. He took another step forward, and she felt the same vibrations. What in the world...?
He was going to attack. Pain didn't know what to expect really, because since the onset of the match she had been the aggressor. She was ready, as ready as she could be. She intended to show him that she wasn't all just wild aggression, that she could be calculating, that she could be...
His attack came fast. It was a basic attack, almost bewildering in it's simplicity. Pain actually hesitated for the tiniest fraction of a second for the shear amount of counters, blocks, and grapples she could accomplish to nullify this move. Something small, in the back of her mind, chimed to her. Block. Nothing fancy.
Pain brought her arms up, but despite her right arm slowly regaining it's form, she was a bit slow. What happened next she could not explain. The impact of his palm on her arm was like an explosion of force, simply harder than she thought possible. She felt a lightning bolt of agony in her face, and her head snapped back along with her entire upper body. Her feet were shuffling backwards with her to keep her from toppling altogether, all the while her mind was trying to process what had just happened. He had hit her so hard her arm had snapped back. The knuckle on her thumb had smashed into the bone under her eyebrow, slicing it open. Her forearm was on fire. How had he hit so hard...?
Pain's view was darkening. It was simply one hard blow to the head too many. Pain was a tough woman, but she hadn't much experience in taking hits. She mostly only delivered them. She could only think of one thing.
"Don't go down like this. Don't make a fool of yourself."
It was either willpower, courage, or stupidity. Pain's torso came back upright after reeling from the blow, but her body was swaying. Her vision was going, and she could feel herself slipping. She still had her best weapon, her ace in the fall...
And in one last ditch attempt to save face, Pain shifted her weight onto her forward foot and began to swivel her hips. Her right leg left the ground, following the same motion technique Stitch would have seen during her pre-match warmups. Her right arm, rushing backwards for momentum. Her left hand, close to her jaw to guard her face. And her right leg, sailing towards him...
... Pain went black. Halfway through the motion of her kick, she lost consciousness. Perhaps it was shear willpower that had kept her up for those last few seconds, but Pain's reserves had dried.