Aegle didn't let up for so much as a second. Though there were many things she had done wrong during their previous fight, Aegle perceived her greatest short coming to be other than her failure to spot Lily's feints. Rather, she had decided it was her own failure to dictate the flow of the battle. Aegle thought herself quite good at getting hit. One of the best, so far as she was concerned. But fighting Lily on her terms? That had handicapped her far just as effectively as tying one arm behind her back. Aegle determined she would not make such a mistake a second time. She was in constant motion and swung at nearly every opening Lily afforded her, in constant advance on the backpedaling faunus. Lily had already proved herself the more fleet footed between them, and it was by that virtue alone that Aegle did not overrun her entirely with her tireless assault. Her failure to disengage would have put her at Aegle's mercy, had she not been so fast as to keep literally one step ahead of the orange combed boxer. Except Lily did not keep backpedaling. Instead, and wholly without warning, she launched herself towards Aegle in the interest of some perceived opening in the unending stream of punches.  Aegle barely responded. In another fighter, there might have been a monent, or atleast the barest hint of an instant, of hesitation in seeing one's opponent suddenly invert tactics. No such moment occurred in Aegle's case. As soon as she perceived Lily's change of intentions, her own posture changed to suit it. Though she did not give up any ground. Lily answered this obstinate act with a swing of her own, one which all Aegle's training and muscle memory told her was aimed for her face. Yet Aegle did not try to block or dodge, nor did she commit to any effort to counter it. Instead, she followed Lily as she maneuvered, eyes not on the faunus girl's fist, but the very core of her body. By the time the punch failed to land and Lily slipped into her next dummy-strike, Aegle had postured up in a mixed guard that was much less compact than one might expect from someone trying to defend themselves. And again, she made absolutely no effort to block or evade Lily's jab at her ribs, even though she had one hand poised perfectly to block such a strike. 

Yet again, Lily failed to connect, and if this caused Aegle any impatience or confusion, it failed to show on her grinning face. Instead, she continued to follow the faunus girl deft movements while maintaining her decidely open guard and expectant stance. If there had been any question as to whether Aegle was spotting the feints or simply not defending herself, the answer made itself clear when Lily's fist, uncontested by any effort to impede or avoid it, chopped meatily at her collarbone. The whole blow crashed through Aegle like the ringing of a gong, for the thin muscle around her neck provided precious little in the way of protection from such a strike. For an instant, as surprise and pain flashed across her pale face, Aegle looked as though she might shy from the blow. Instead, her body stiffened and her fist, seemingly of it's own volition, lanced for the very center of Lily's face. In the same motion, Aegle loaded her offhand for a follow up gut-punch. Neither blow could be especially hard, given Aegle's sacrificed momentum, but each was thrown with the same alacrity and precision for which the pint-sized pugilist was known. 

Even as Lily broke off to escape the tireless swinging of Aegle's dangerous hands, the smaller girl advanced with implacable determination. Once again, she practically ignored her friend's first feint and answered with a swipe of her own which, had the faunus not broken off yet again, would have caught her full in the face a second time. She answered the follow up cross, a shockingly fast affair, with a spring-loaded piston-uppercut that, had Lily not immediately dodge away, would have caught her full in the gut. Much like before, Aegle mounted absolutely no defense to the knee which plunged into her side a moment later. Nor did she waste any time countering it. Though a shocked cry of pain burst out of her mouth, her arm reflexively dropped down over the assailing leg before Lily could pull away. Hooking the limb in one hand, she raised her free hand, fresh off it's attempted uppercut, and swung a hammer blow into the meat of Lily's captured thigh. A second blow followed, then a third, all three landing in rapid succession, but on the fourth Aegle lost her grip and missed altogether. A sharp, wheezing intake of air followed as she tried to side step around her foe and, eager to take advantage of any harm she'd done, threw a right hook at Lily's face. The effort was not a wholly successful one, however. Aegle's form, usually quite impeccable with respect to her chosen method of violence, was unsteady as she swung, and though she did not give up any ground, she managed to miss Lily's head entirely. A glance at the orange haired girl's flushed face would say why. Her smile, though still firmly set, was strained and tense while her emerald eyes were little more than slits. Even closer inspection would find those eyes to be nearly blinded by the tears rapidly amassing between her squinting eyelids. What was more, though she hadn't hesitated to respond to Lily's knee with her usual level of violence, she was now almost cringing as she moved. Indeed, her body language was quite characteristic of someone who wanted very badly to defend a recent injury.

Realizing her swing had gone wide, Aegle swiftly corrected and dropped a cleaving cross on the fast faunus. It was a dumb and brutal strike, which left her very much open to reprisal, but it had the benefit of threatening so wide an area that it was nearly guaranteed a hit if Lily remained close enough to punish her for it. That being said, Aegle's usually shocking accuracy was clearly suffering, and she could hardly be expected to make effective use of the strike if it did manage to connect. Lacking the stopping power or threatening edge of a conventional weapon, it was necessary for boxers like Aegle to make every hit count, and it was a terribly self destructive practice to swing wildly. Just as important as landing a blow was where the blow landed. Blows to the arms and shoulders of an opponent, while potentially debilitating in the long run, did not tend to end fights. To be at all effective, she needed to either tire out an opponent, or knock an opponent out. Thus, wild swings such as the one she'd just thrown were exceptionally bad form, for even if it did connect, it was unlikely to land anywhere vital. Still, it seemed especially apparent at the moment that Aegle was not thinking about where her punches landed, and was instead lashing out in a thinly veiled effort to make her opponent back off. Indeed, as she swung, Aegle switched into a south-paw stance, then dropped her new off-hand to guard the spot where Lily had kneed her.

The source of Aegle's anguish was made that much more apparent by the fact that, despite enduring two of Lily's hits, she had yet to tap into her aura. Neither had she exerted any energy in her own defense nor in bolstering her impressive endurance. Rather, she had endured both blows the way an untrained human, inexperienced in the aura and its usage, would have.

Aegle recoiled with a sharp intake of air when her nose crunched beneath the impact, and immediately things got a little fuzzy for the orange haired boxer. Pulling back, it seemed evident that she would have brought both hands up to defend her face, had she not already been guarding the last spot where Lily struck her. 
"I am taking this seriously." She grunted back from behind her guarding hand, upon the thumb of she wiped the growing accumulation of tears veiling her vision. The burst of aura that followed did little to embolden Aegle however, who was already about as calm as she could actually physically get. As she lowered her hand from before her bloodshot emerald eyes, there was not a hint of anger, only abundant aggression. Grimacing faintly as she forced her body to move, for both her head and side protested the sudden motion, she lunged towards lily as fast as her limping lope might carry her. It really shouldn't have come as much of a surprise that the smaller girl opted for a full on frontal assault. 

A split second before she engaged, Aegle brought both hands together with a savage crack that resonated even through the bandages that surrounded her knuckles. She dropped her shoulders, brought her hands up and began swinging for the fences. From a guarded front, she swayed left and swung right, then swayed right and swung left, each time using her own body as the length of a whip while her fists served as the knuckle at its end. She hissed in sharply with the highly mobile and aggressive assault, one which her previous injuries made especially prohibitive, but did not slow. A third and a fourth punch followed, alternating hands with each swing in rapid, as she plainly tried to put Lily on her heels by overwhelming her with an all out assault. 

A breath burst from Aegle's lips as she pressed her assault, which could almost have been a strained laugh. Back and forth with the young boxer swung, with no sign that she was even thinking about stopping. It was a remarkable display, given the peculiarities of what injuries Lily had inflicted. Even more so when one considered that her efforts were performed with only the most frugal amounts of aura. Still, her methods were plainly weighing upon her debilitated body, which rasped in air with shockingly hungry gulps, in spite of the scything pain which radiated up from her fractured ribs. It was for that reason that one might almost have believed that Aegle stopped short in her wild assault out of simple overexertion. After all, whatever explanation could there be for Aegle ceasing her assault, right as Lily resumed her own, if not that she was growing tired. Especially when she knew her opponent was intent of launching a renewed assault. And Aegle had indeed spotted Lily's intention to reengage, having done so nearly as soon as the decision had been made. For, while she might not have been the most insightful or sensitive of combatants, she knew well the rhythm of violence and had some practice in reading her opponents through their body language. At least in so much as it applied to knowing when one might attack her. Obviously, she still possessed some significant deficit in her capability to spot what made a feint and what made an earnest blow. 

Thus, as Lily resumed her offensive, Aegle immediately arrested her own. And, were it not by conscious design that her sudden pause left Lily's counter-strikes wholly unmolested, the timing was at least quite suggestive to that effect. Again, Aegle made no effort to so much as guard against her feline foe's first blow, obviously telegraphed though it had been. Nor did she so much as flinch, nor her hands raise, as Lily's second blow came within inches of her nose. Had it been Lily's intention to earnestly punch her in that moment, she might have done so quite easily, and scored a savage blow to boot. As it stood, the hit Lily actually did land was no less spectacular. As before, Aegle made no effort to allay the leg sweep, despite the critical wind up which such a strike demanded. Had she still been attacking, she may have even punished Lily for attempting such an attack, for Aegle had ingrained instincts to forbid any efforts to attack her legs. As things stood, however, Aegle neither dodged nor attempted to counter attack, and simply let the leg sweep happen. There was an instant after Lily's leg connected with her own, that Aegle tried to resist the sweep, but her light build and generally weak physiology left her especially vulnerable to such a strike, and her legs were promptly taking out from under her. 

In a moment, Aegle's strained but eager expression was wholly supplanted by one of surprise and dismay. Even the jarring pain of having her knees so roughly dealt with couldn't hold a candle to the outrage she felt at being uprooted. A sudden, shocked shout tore its way out of Aegle's mouth as her airborne frame, light even despite the metal brace that reinforced it, pinwheeled in place. That shout was cut off as Lily's fist drove into the middle of her back however and, with a dull clank, reversed her rotation to send her unceremoniously up, over and onto her face. Aegle smacked the ground, and she did so surprisingly hard for someone so light as she was, with force sufficient to drive most of the air out of her lungs. Her arms had not been up to the task of bracing him fall, and they were driven out wide on other side of her prone form, right before her face smacked roughly into the dirt. Light as she was, the force of her fall was enough to make her skid a small way before she came to rest, spread eagle and face down.

A few moments passed, during which time the fallen orange heap of Aegle Vitus writhed ineffectually upon the torn up sod. Then, from her fallen form, came a ghastly wheezing sound as her shocked lungs, commanded by sheer force of will, rapidly refilled with air. A quiet coughing fit followed, intermixed with a few more sepulchral inhalations, as Aegle uneasily manhandled herself into a crouched position above the spot where she'd fallen. Then, with sudden alacrity, she swayed to her feet, limped a step away from Lily and then, as if realizing she'd been going in the wrong direction, she turned to face her friend. Watering eyes regarded the taller faunus, as one bandaged hand moved to cradle her kidney following her coughing fit. A few scrapes on her cheeks and neck blatantly told that she hadn't used any aura to soften these blows either. Still, there was a smile on Aegle's lips as she limped towards Lily, though she moved with perhaps a little less alacrity and eagerness than was her custom. Breathing out slowly, as if to test whether she was even capable of doing so, Aegle gave a slight wince and then raised her hands back into the half-guard with which she'd met her friend's previous flurry of blows.
"Kay..." She croaked out quietly, grinning and a squinting through what was evidently quite a lot of personal discomfort. "Let's try that again."