sarcaskick | for pyrrhaicvictory

[ The leg catches her side and she can't help the gasp of pain, but she tries to flip him over by grabbing his sides and rolling him over her and into the floor ]

[ Whatever thrill he gets from feeling the strike connect is gone as he feels his world literally turn upside-down. He hits the ground solidly, but with a quick shove of his arms he flips back away from her and to his feet again, putting distance between them for a moment. A little sore, but far from finished.

He's in his stance again almost instantly. There's no smart remarks or snarky observations - he's into this, and gives a little wave of his hand as if to tell her to come at him. ]

[ She needs a second to breath, but she's not going to get that second. The minute she lets up, he'll be on her and it'll be over. And she's not ready for this to be over. She decides for a straight approach; punch it until it falls over. She rushes over to aim a few well-placed jabs to the stomach ]

[ It's hard not to get too into it - it was one thing when he knew everyone was watching, knew he had to keep his abilities in check, but right now it's just them. He's aching to go all-out, but he can't. Kind of a shame.

But there's no time to dwell on it - she's in his space in a flash, and he backpedals to avoid the first couple jabs. The last one's a bit too close, no way to dodge it - so he steps into it, letting the fist connect with his stomach as he aims a knee for her gut. He's not sure who'll come out on top if it turns into a blow-for-blow fight, but it'll be fun to find out. ]

[ She knows she doesn't have enough muscle mass to win a fist fight. Speed is her best ally here. She lashes out a foot to his side while she tries to catch his kick with one hand. It'll probably send her flying but it'll help her catch her breath.

Will she win the long battle or the fast one? It's hard to choose and no time to choose. ]

[ Fighting without actively using Aura... it's been a while, really, and he's forgotten what a rush it can be. The foot that connects with his side hurts. Really hurts. Good. That pain keeps him focused, keeps him motivated - because whatever he takes, he wants to give back.

When she's knocked back, he decides to go for something big - high risk, high reward as it were. The moment he has the space for it he leaps forward, thrusting both legs out at her in midair in a strike that'll either do some serious damage or leave him totally vulnerable when he hits the ground.

But that's the exciting part, isn't it? ]

[ That was a risky move, but there's no way she could block something with that much force. Even when she raises her arms to break the momentum, she is falling back, loosing her footing. ]

[ That's an opening he can't miss out on - he catches himself on the ground as best he can and vaults forward to throw himself at her, finally using his arms to try and grab for her wrists while she's still down. If he can be on top and have her arms out of the picture, he can probably take this. ]

[ And that was all it needed. The extra weight had her toppled over, with him on top . . . ]

Looks like I lost.

[ He heaves a sigh at that, that little-too-smug grin tugging its way back at his lips again as he looms over her. If it's a compromising position, he either doesn't realize or doesn't care. Maybe a bit of both. ]

To think, all it took was taking away all of your weapons.

I've gotten used to them. That's something I'll fix later.

From the way you threw me over your shoulder, I never would've guessed. Not half bad, Pyrrha.

That's all I get? Not "half-bad"?

I have to say, you were impressive too.

I'm sorry, did you want me to swoon and tell you how your combat style left me breathless?

... Well. It actually almost did, when you punched my stomach.

I was hoping it would do a little more than that.

. . . Any chance you'll be getting off me now?

--Oh! Right. That.

No.

Excuse me?

[ He releases one of her wrists, lifting a hand to her face... to flick her nose. ]

Kidding.

[ He rolls off to one side, remaining on his back for a moment to cross his legs, hands clasped behind his head. ]

Even I'm not that forward.

[ she leaps onto her feet, a smooth motion. ]

You could have fooled me.

I'm afraid that's simply wishful thinking on your part, champ.

I doubt I'd be wishing that hard.

I don't know - there was all that tension in the air. Anything's possible.

I think that was more to do with how hard we were going to hit each other.

And loving every second of it.

I did enjoy myself a lot. Thank you.

for pyrrhaicvictory

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