To paint The woes of Bast: Eshe Abdallah vs. Vorona

[ScoutLils]

Eshe’s fingers locked tight, her palm solid against Vorona as the two were locked in. The Crow was curling inward as their faces came close, the Egyptian was grinning ear to ear, already feeling the exertion as they slowly began to trek back. It seemed like Eshe was winning in their test of strength as she began to make that inch seem like a mile.

Meanwhile, Vorona felt it was an appropriate time to continue to speak negatively against the cute but mighty Sable. Eshe huffed in response, her knowledge ran deep as she pushed forward. ”They’re only.. aggressive when.. threatened and mating season!” She exclaims just as they took that deep breath to declare their preference for crows. “Danngit. I knew I should’ve gone with the bird angle.” She thought to herself, missing an oppurtunity but, thinking on it from the last couple minutes of events, Vorona came off more as a Sable than a Crow, which only made her double down on the nickname, it fit so perfectly, how could she change it?

Just as the Egyptian was about to back Sable into the corner, they’d switch their stance using Eshe’s momentum against her to swing her into the corner post. The sudden turnaround left her surprised but she wasn’t done just yet. She’d chuckle softly before using the corner as an anchor and stretching her arms out in an attempt ti push Vorona back. The thrill seeker didn’t have it in her to just suddenly back down when the going got tough. If she was lucky enough to put some distance between them, the Egyptian would switch up her tactics as her own back arches forward to push her away from the corner. She wouldn’t go for the post this time, instead of battling out in another test of strength, Eshe would instead attempt to use their combined momentum to sharply twist the Crow into a headlock, one she could exploit if her plan was successful.

[Monsy]

It looked like she won it. Eshe was back-first against the corner-pad, with Vorona pushing up against her. Their arms would spread, and Vorona’s arms would shake. “You…” Vorona said, strained and through tight teeth. A boot sliding back. “Would know.” Vorona’s spine bent when pushed on, arching with her feet firmly planted, only to find the shove destabilizing, sending her stumbling one foot over the other, then caught with a headlock. “Gh!” The pain spread across her neck as her body bumbled to catch up, getting her boots underneath and lowering her base.

“Let... go--” Two hands were grabbing Eshe’s forearm, with eyes squeezing shut and bearing the squeeze the Egyptian was crushing her cranium with. When she came around to her senses, she attempted to respond as quickly as possible. Her arms wrapped around Eshe’s waist, then with a big: ONE AND A TWO--

--She heaved! Up, up! Then back, down and planted on the canvas for a back suplex!