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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/19/2018 3:07:39 PM
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Her initial reaction was to let him pin her, then forcing his arms out and grabbing his own wrists, shoving then backwards and pinning his arms at an awkward angle to force him to drop the grip. His legs would come later, for now it was making sure he couldn't do anything.
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Letting him keep the legs was a bad idea. The grip tightened to one of massive power, a hint at the strength behind the muscles of the man. Awkward angle or not, he pushed against the floor to lift his chest, further tightening the death grip around the woman's upper body. She would not be able to move her arms down with the massive legs blocking the movement.
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To his dismay, she didn't seem phased by it, instead focusing on something else; it was a cheap shot, but in war, there was no honor. She shot a hard punch straight for his groin, not holding back with it at all.
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With the now free hand, he caught her own as she let go. He grabbed with the same titanium grip as the legs, keeping it in place. Even if she had successfully struck the groin, it would have hit the less sensitive part, and seeing as her arms could not be moved with much momentum, not some much damage. It seemed Dale was trapping her in a web.
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She jerked her arms out then, spoderwebbing his own arms then as she forced herself upright. To lift both him and herself, was immeasurable strength, yet she did so Standing upright as best she could, she dropped then, body slamming him in a sense.
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The immense strength would come with effort, which gave him time to think. As soon as he felt the beginning of the drop, he twisted his body, so that both of them would land sideways, and on top of the woman's arm.
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Her weight in the fall made it difficult, and she kept him locked in place, making it impossible to move. Then the feeling of the ground hit, and her near quarter ton weight on top of him.
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The man landed with a grunt, before quickly taking advantage, and squeezing tighter with the legs, and extending his arms to grab the woman's head by curling up. He squeezed tighter, letting the woman know her fragile head and neck were in his hands. "I cannot snap your neck out of VR."
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She grinned. Then slammed her head forward, jerking free of his grip as her head made contact with her own, and metal was felt, painful metal. His own ears started ringing and his head swam then. In his dazed state, she forced herself free of his lazed grips, standing upright once more.
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Dale quickly acted, sweeping under the woman's legs so that she'd back off, before placing a hand on his knees and getting up. A red mark was visible on his head, from the previous impact. The man cracked his neck to get loose before speaking. "How long does this test last?"
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"Until I get a good assessment. MMA, go!" MMA was Olivia's turf, something the man would understand quickly as she assumed a sturdy stance, bouncing a moment, giving him a split second to assess what was going on. She lunged at him quickly, swinging a strong jab and feinting under it, twisting around to follow up with a powerful kick to his side. The giant woman was moving fast now, clearly not holding back anymore. Her movements where blurring at times, hard to keep up with. These soldiers, they weren't normal in the slightest.
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Slap! The foot made a pathetic sound as it made contact with the man. At her speeds, any normal foot would have been broken or been vastly hurt. Dale lowered himself down, widening his stance so that the hits would not knock him down, and used his forearms to cover his face. He'd only need to find the chance to strike again. Every fighter had a pattern, and if they didn't, Dale would attempt to hit any part of the woman with half strength, enough to put that part out for the count.
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She didn't seem to have any noticeable pattern, slamming an elbow into him then as she spun around his back. With his elbows up and focusing on reading, it gave her time to dance around him. She slammed her left fist into the base of his spin then, a hard jab that sent a shock up and down it, followed by kicking a knee out.
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His knees were bent, as he was in a lower position. Attempting to kick a knee that wouldn't be kicked out only gave him a burst of time, turning to grab the leg, but instead followed through to the ground, pushing himself towards the corner of the room, so only his front was vulnerable. He inwardly smiled to himself, thinking he was clever. Any frontal attack would be met with deadly resistance.
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With his already low stance, and having to get lower to actually grab her leg, he wasn't met with a frontal attack. Instead he felt Olivia's body slam onto of him, her elbow driving into his spine once more, sending another sharp jolt through his body. He may not be vulnerable to his front, but above was a different story. The woman lurched off him then, backing up.
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[spoiler]He went down to grab her leg and pushed himself to the corner. A fake out. She'd have to be behind him to attack his spine. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]To grab her leg and push out would mean he put himself even lower to the ground, which means she could body slam him[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]But he didn't grab her leg. (Assuming she saw it coming, she would have to back off for at least half a second, so she wouldn't be caught.) Should she not have backed off, her leg would be caught, and if she did, he would push off the ground and get into the corner. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Confusion, idk [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Basically he's in the corner now[/spoiler]
