Irina vs. Rafeal
VS
The sound of a heavy object swhooshing through the air encroached upon Irina's ears. Rafeal's potent fist was coming her way. It would not be the first time it had come into contact with her toned, tanned and delicious body this match. She was on the verge of losing a losing battle, a one-sided fight that was coming onto the 15 minute mark now. Somehow she was still standing.
WHUMP! Rafeal's balled-up weapon slammed into her stomach, sending slight ripples up and down her solid abs, causing her to double over in pain. She felt worthless, this tall, powerful, golden-clad warrior in front of her, humiliating her in a duel. He smiled as he placed his hands on the side of her fragile head that bowed to him now and bent a little, bringing her close to his knee. WHAM! His sculpted thigh did all the work as he smashed her face on his knee, forcing a little blood out of her nose and mouth. Irina stumbled backwards, clutching her face, dazed. He chuckled and stepped powerfully towards her, throwing punches to her sensitive breasts, eliciting a numbed moan from his victim as he battered her girls around. To finish his combo, he threw an uppercut that connected square on her chin, lifting her off the ground! She snapped back as her heels hit the floor again, barely keeping her balance.
