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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/1/2017 12:58:50 PM
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[spoiler]lololol fist fight to the death[/spoiler]
"Melee only.."
[i]A single, looming figure would traverse through the surrounding crowds around the Huntress, standing beyond all of those who had taken to spectating. Soon, the crowd would part for the woman, as she entered the Huntress' clear view.[/i]
[i]She was.. a giant of a being, really. At six feet and seven inches tall, it was no surprise that she stood over the members of the crowd. With that height came a muscular frame, muscles showing through the black t-shirt that would encase her body. She wore black leather pants, kept around her waist by a belt. The light violet, usually curly hair of the woman was tied into a ponytail, as her scarlet red eyes met the pale green.[/i]
[i]Isabella Trayven had been pulled into the challenge.[/i]
"Melee weapons? Fists only? Fine with either, really."
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"Fists only, preferably. I don't exactly have any melee weapons, you see. I usually use my gun as some sort of club or staff, but we both see what I did to that." [b]The Huntress looked down at her, nearly a foot taller at seven-and-a-half feet. She walked over to her, very slowly.[/b] "There is one thing you must know before we begin. To kill me, you must tear out my heart and eat it. Raw."
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"Breaking your neck doesn't work.. great. Gives me more of a challenge." [i]While Isabella didn't consider how she would be capable of literally rip out the Huntress' heart, she would certainly begin an approach towards her newest of combatants. Her pose was that of what may have been a semi-decent fighter, with an orthodox position. Though she didn't underestimate her foe, nor limit her to the simple "big gal" stereotype.[/i] [i]Isabella was smart enough to know that all fighters were different.[/i]
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[b]And she was right to not lump her into that stereotype. For as big as the Huntress was, she was fast as hell. She swooped down to the left, and then slid her legs across her combatant's, trying to sweep her legs out from under her. This would not be an easy fight in the slightest. For either of them. [/b]
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[i]Isabella would kick into gear, while she didn't dare to jump over the legs, nor try to dodge back. She was heavier than basically all of whom she fought against, at least before she arrived to Tatakai, though she was still one of the larger fighters in the Dojo. No, the Huntress was a different case.[/i] [i]As the woman went down for the trip, Isabella instead headed down as well, grabbing the Huntress' legs as they slammed into her central mass. The impact knocked the air from her, yet Isabella wouldn't falter, using the momentum to throw the Huntress to the side.[/i]
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[b]The Huntress, in turn, also grabbed onto her arms, which sent them both sprawling to the wayside of the arena. The Huntress smiles a wicked smile, she hadn't got a fight like this in absolute ages. This would be quite the blast. As they fell, the Huntress began to laugh, like they were just two small children wrestling around on the ground. She seemed to be having a lot of fun. It was pretty clear that if Bella kept this up, the Huntress probably wouldn't try to kill her, rather just have a bit of fun. But the laughing soon came to a close. When they came to a stop on the ground, Huntress began to twist her arms counter-clockwise, no longer allowing her to effectively move them much. Her legs and torso, however, were now completely exposed for attack.[/b]
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[i]Isabella wouldn't go in for a kick between the legs just yet, oh no. In other melees, she admittedly had.. against men. Women, she usually would, except the Huntress was actually a remotely decent fighter.[/i] [i]Instead, the smaller of the two giant women would use her kneecap, slamming it into the Huntress' stomach, over and over. To the Huntress, it probably didn't hurt, thanks to the Hunter's training.. but it was likely a thought in her mind that something would go wrong if she didn't do anything.[/i]
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[b]If the Huntress knew that she'd played dirty, kicking a man between the legs being the dirty part, she'd probably have tried to kill her. She did appreciate cheats. But for now she was overjoyed that Bella was fighting her in glorious melee combat. The knee to the stomach did nothing, but stop her laughing, knocking the breath out of her. She stops twisting for a split second, but still keeps her grip. She kicks Bella straight in the knee, downwards from her meniscus.[/b]
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[i]Isabella's leg quivered with pain, yet she would continue to stand, a laugh escaping her gritted teeth. Fuсk, that kick felt good to Isabella. Being the usually merciless combatant that she was, and originating from the living hеll that was Khaom, pain and gain was all that the violet-haired woman knew in combat.[/i] [i]With the Huntress' leg outstretched, Isabella brought her other foot upon it, slamming her heavy boot down upon the woman's shin. This one was.. different. Her knee had halted the twisting, but nothing more. No satisfying cry of pain, no sharp breath.[/i] [i]Isabella already liked this fight.[/i]
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[b]The massive kick easily shattered the Huntress's shin bone, but she didn't really seem to acknowledge it at all, rather just smiling some more. She loved the feeling of exertion, the invigoration of the attack and defense of battle. She loved feeling adrenaline. Guess you could really call her an adrenaline junkie, or more accurately a pain junkie. Her time with the Vampire Hunter had shifted her from fearing pain to embracing it. She grabbed the leg as soon as it made contact with her own, and yanked it downwards with a majority of her strength. She wouldn't be able to effectively move around as fast, but that opened her up for more brute-force capabilities. After yanking the leg, she kicked upwards with her other leg, to Isabella's chin.[/b]
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[i]Well, with her arms releasing, Isabella would be capable of countering the kick.. not entirely, though. As the leg shot upwards, she turned her head so that the left side of her face would take the most damage. It was still going to fuсking hurt, hell yeah. But she'd lessen it, still.[/i] [i]As the leg came, her arms wrapped around the leg, halting it only slightly. With the Huntress' foot slamming into her face, Isabella yelled out in sudden flaring pain, as she felt her jawbone crack, the agony suddenly sparking like a bomb going off.[/i] [i]Fuсk, it felt amazing![/i] [i]Isabella's thinking was halted terribly due to the stun, but she had an idea of what to do now. With her arms wrapped around the Huntress' leg, she suddenly twisted, purposefully falling over to extend the vicious twisting of the entire leg. She ensured that the foot was kept away from her face so that she wasn't nailed again.[/i]
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[b]It seems she forgot that Huntress had hands. Very strong hands. Or, at least, she couldn’t think of a way to deal with them very quickly. The Huntress kept her smile the entire time, finding the entire experience exhilarating. She also quite enjoyed the immense amount of pain this would put her in. If Isabella would hit her and break her enough, there was a limit to her pain tolerance, just like anyone else. The Huntress leaned down, and brought her elbow across Bella’s face as many times as time would allow. Bella was getting sloppier, leaving more openings, in the Huntress’s mind.[/b]
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[i]The first time that the elbow hit, Isabella's head slammed back into the dirt, a tooth flying from her mouth as she made sure to keep her tongue back before clamping down. Seeing as the twisting had somewhat worked.. her arms would return, this time brought up to her face in an effort to defend against the elbow. Searing pain ran through her right forearm as if the bone within had cracked, a feeling that Isabella knew, yet she would attempt to not allow it to happen again.[/i] [i]The first step was getting up, though, and the first step to that was getting the elbow away. Isabella suddenly bashed the elbow away, directed it to the ground before, in her daze, stumbling back. Yet all the while, she kept a slightly bloodied grin, as she brought her fists back up to her face, tilting her shoulder to the Huntress. She had attempted to assume the defensive.[/i]
