I watch Sera enter the room, looking her up and down and smirk. "Oh, honey, I'm gonna enjoy messing you up!" I push off the wall and roll my shoulders briefly, and then get my fists up. "Let's go, bitch!" I rush right at her, swinging my fists at her face left and right.
My fist shoots skyward, instinctively shifting into a ready fighting stance. You rush me, a sudden charge, and I cross my forearm to deflect your right, but your left still cracks against my temple, a jolt of pain. 'Ughh, you bitch!' I snarl, the words ripped out as I unleash my right, a blur of motion aimed square at your face, then slam my left deep into your surprisingly frail ribs."
The instant your knee slams into me, a searing shot of agony rips through my core, but I swallow the scream, a fierce snarl twisting my lips. "Is that all, Brit? Pathetic!" Instead of letting go, I tighten my death-grip on your shoulders, using your own pathetic momentum to shove you violently away from me. As you stumble back, completely off-balance and looking lost, I pounce on the opening, unleashing a rapid-fire, savage barrage of short, brutal hooks to your unprotected face and those scrawny ribs. "You're done! You hear me? Done!" I won't give you a single breath to recover. You're going down.
Right away our fists start to fly. Even as I feel the satisfying thump my my fist against your temple, yours crashes into my cheek, whipping my face to the side. Then you slam your left into my ribs with a dull thud. "Nnnngh! Fuck you!" I groan, grimacing as my body jerks from the blow. I hold my side for a moment, but then swing back with a swift right cross to your jaw. I then grab your shoulders and pull you towards me, slamming a knee low into your belly.
The instant your knee slams into me, a searing shot of agony rips through my core, but I swallow the scream, a fierce snarl twisting my lips. "Is that all, slut? Pathetic!" Instead of letting go, I tighten my grip on your shoulders, using your own pathetic momentum to shove you violently away from me. As you stumble back, completely off-balance and looking lost, I pounce on the opening, unleashing a rapid-fire, savage barrage of short, brutal hooks to your unprotected face and those scrawny ribs. "You're done fucking bitch! You hear me? "
You rush at me with a vicious serious of blows. My face whips to the side and I bring my arms up to guard the next hit, but you fist thumps painfully into my ribs. "Ohhhh..." I groan, backing up as I take your punches on my arms and ribs. My left side is all red and starting to bruise and I'm really starting to feel the pain from your hits, but I manage to duck under one of your punches and launch a counter-attack. I swing a left hook, right hook combo at your stomach, then work my way up your body with a pair of jabs to your tits, and I finish it off with a right cross to your jaw. "Fuck you, Sera! I'm gonna fuck you up!"
You come at me with a vicious series of blows, and my jaw lights up with a sharp, burning pain, sending me stumbling back. "Ugh! You little rat!" I spit, my cheek already bruising and a fresh ache settling in my ribs from your earlier hits. I can taste blood, but I refuse to give you the satisfaction.
Instead of taking more, I lunge, tackling you low, arms clamping around your waist in a desperate, bone-crushing grip. "Let's see how tough you are on the ground, bitch!" I roar, heaving and twisting with every ounce of my strength to drag you down. We hit the dusty floor hard, a cloud of gritty debris exploding around us. We're a tangled mess of limbs, struggling, but I fight like hell, scrambling immediately to get on top of you, elbowing and kneeing for position. Your thrashing is wild, but I dig in, finally managing to pin your shoulders to the floor. Before you can even get a breath, my fists are a blur, raining down short, brutal punches to your face and head. "This is over! You're done, Bitch! You hear me? Done!"
Our bodies smack together and we wrestle on the dirty floor. Eventually you get on top, your body pressing down on mine, and your fists come flying down. They smack my face again and again, whipping it back and forth. "Gahhh! Fucking hell!" I feel my eye bruising and my nose starts to trickle with blood. I curl my arms over my face to protect myself, but then swing my legs up and wrap them around your waist. I squeeze your body with my thighs and twist, rolling us over and reversing our positions. "You're the one who's done, bitch!" I shout down at you as I grab your hair and repeatedly bang your head against the floor.
Our bodies smack together and we wrestle on the dirty floor. I eventually get on top, my body pressing down on yours, and my fists come flying down. They smack your face again and again, whipping it back and forth. "Gahhh! Fucking hell!" I hear you groan, feeling the satisfying give of flesh under my knuckles. I see your eye bruising and your nose starts to trickle with blood. "That's right, bleed for me, Brittney!" I snarl. You curl your arms over your face to protect yourself, but then, with a desperate burst of strength I didn't expect, you swing your legs up and wrap them around my waist. My eyes widen for a split second as you squeeze my body with your thighs and twist, a sudden, powerful roll that sends us sprawling, reversing our positions.
"You're the one who's done, bitch!" you shout down at me, your voice ragged but triumphant. Before I can even register the shift, your hand is in my hair, a searing pain as you yank. Then, the world spins and my head slams against the grimy floor, once, twice, a sickening crack that reverberates through my skull. A blinding flash of white, then stars. A guttural groan tears from my throat, my vision blurring, a wave of nausea washing over me. The smell of dust and old decay fills my nostrils. Every impact sends a fresh jolt of agony through my spine, but a raw, animalistic fury ignites within me. No! Not like this!
Even as the third blow rocks my head, I use the jarring impact to my advantage. My arms, though pinned, are still free enough to move. With a desperate surge of strength, I lock my legs around one of yours, twisting my hips with a sudden, violent jerk. It's a clumsy, desperate move, but it throws your balance off. Your weight shifts, and for a crucial second, the pressure on my head lessens. That's all I need. I arch my back, bucking hard, throwing every last ounce of my battered strength into flipping us back. My shoulder digs into your side, and with a grunt, I manage to roll us sideways, breaking your hold on my hair and sending us sprawling again. I don't care about getting on top right now, just getting you off me. I come up scrambling on all fours, spitting dust, my head ringing, eyes locked on you. "You wanna play dirty, BITCH? Let's play really dirty!"
