[A rush of satisfaction goes through her when she feels how solid of a hit she just landed and when he snaps back with a grin she finds herself matching it, she can smell his arousal and knows that she is exuding the same scent. She's always liked a bit of rough and tumble, sexual sparring is what her and Dick used to call it but this is something even more primal.
Animalistic.

The flash of blood, the smell of copper in the air from the first blow makes the area between her legs throb and she unconsciously licks her lips as she prowls towards him. She had enjoyed hunting her prey but there's something so much better, tastier, about taking down another predator.

She doesn't strike the same way, to do so would be foolish and this time instead of a kick she rushes full on at him, intending to literally jump up and onto him.]