Sachiko vs Madeleine

[Lederface]

Sachiko while trying to return to her normal vision, she had left Madeleine unoccupied, and just like a poorly trained dog, if you don't pay attention to it, it will find a way for you to notice it, and when she was held by the hair, Sachiko would try to hit her, but a blow to her legs would force her to fall to her knees, although for anyone that would be a terrible situation, Sachiko from her kneeling position before Madeleine, she would try to grab the hand that held her hair, thus trying to free herself, all while a silence and a dead expression accompanied it.

[Malkavia]

Two layers of consciousness floated queasily in Madeleine’s head, one precise, radiating energy, the other fuzzy and stumbling. The two layers sloshed like oil on water over an unstable ground. It was the rear naked choke that had poured in the oil, the ignited gas, but now it was evaporating. The Countess heaved in one breath, then a second breath. She could feel the audience on her skin like clammy sweat.

Sachiko sat beneath her. This was the moment to extend a bridge—to say something unexpected, something to focus Sachiko’s attention on the Countess, make her wonder what Madeleine was thinking. The words wouldn't form.

Fury spiked in Madeleine's chest, and she lanced it, through a knee-strike, at the heel hunter’s face.

[Lederface]

Sachiko under her own methods, she knew that having some plan against her, it was clear that letting her get beaten and tired would not be the best option she could have, so trying to free herself with force was at least feasible, but when she saw how Madeleine moved in front of her, bringing one of her legs quite close to Sachiko, she would know that she was touching her, she would know what was touching her, as Madeleine's knee would crash straight into Sachiko's face, making her recoil from the impact, but only leaving a bruise mark on her face, while Sachiko under that opportunity, would throw a direct blow to Madeleine's legs, she would not let her do what she wanted without a punishment for it.

[Malkavia]

In the space of a breath, Madeleine fired a knee into her opponent’s face, then suffered a fist smashing her thigh. The blonde released Sachiko. Pain arched up her leg, then throbbed in her tailbone.

The Countess backed off, one, two steps, then put a hand on her knee and met Sachiko’s eyes with a radar-lock glare. Her body heaved with each breath, and each inhale expanded her sensations—the back aches from Sachiko’s earlier strike, the glow where her knee had crushed Sachiko’s face—as she raised a hand and made a motion towards herself with one finger.

(The gas was running on empty, she needed a rest, needed a breather, needed—)

"W…well?” said the Countess between breaths. “Are you going to bring your hunt to me? Or do I have to come and crush it?"

[Lederface]

Sachiko hit hard, clearly she wasn't letting Madeleine have a good situation when she took her and attacked, every move could be a punishment for that girl if she didn't choose her steps well, but when she managed to push Madeleine back with her blows, she would get up, her breathing was normal...... And judging by Madeleine, she seemed to have a little trouble keeping up, and although she saw that she shouldn't do it, the moment she provoked her, Sachiko just let out a sigh, and so she shot out like a flash against Madeleine, it was simple Sachiko's attack, a punch to the stomach, but if it hit, it would be a blow that wouldn't stop, since Sachiko would sink her fist fully into Madeleine's stomach, if she wanted to be hunted, Sachiko would give it to her.

[Malkavia]

Madeleine’s mind wandered out to her surroundings. Her whole body was coming untethered, and that seemed to include her concentration. She felt as much as saw the knife of the spotlight on the ropes, the rough heat of the mat under her bare feet, and the eyes—not just the brand from the audience but the insect eyes, the cold needle of cameras recording the way her shoulders swayed.

Sachiko landed her punch close to the center of Madeleine’s mass. Her feet left the ground. Her abs crumpled like the aluminum shell of a side-swiped sedan. From the point of impact, force rippled through the Countess’ meat, tenderizing muscle, jarring bone, fraying blood vessels.

The sound Madeleine made as she tottered into her attacker crossed a choke with a whimper. (And all the while the cameras spun, the cameras saw her, heard her—the cameras crystallized her). Signals flared from her brain. Panic. Instincts from training rushing to the fore, enraged animal fight reflexes—and her body refused to respond. All Madeleine managed to do was claw at Sachiko’s shoulders to keep herself upright and to heave in an agonized moan of a breath.

[Lederface]

Sachiko's punch was a resounding critical blow, everyone shut up, the girl who until recently seemed to have had an arrogance against Sachiko was gone, and now there only seemed to be one girl who was under the terrible situation that her body was incapacitated by Sachiko's actions.

Sachiko when she felt Madeleine's scratches, she didn't really care, it was just her pushing harder, she wanted to drive her fist deeper into her opponent's stomach, but not before hearing her speak a little bit.
You wanted this.... and I never give a second opinion.... give up before this ends with a bloody red on your hair and body...

Sachiko would say whispering in her ear, with a voice that didn't seem to express any emotion of fury or revenge that only gave the idea that she could perfectly kill her and even then there would be no emotion, being Madeleine the one who would have to see what she would do in this situation.

[Malkavia]

The hunter twisted her gut, eliciting spasms, moans, until, horrified, she felt drool drip from her chin.

The crowd saw Madeleine tremble, understood the frozen, open-mouthed stare—read her thoughts cycling from dead-end attacks, to the murderous monotone, to the monster breaking her—

“Die in a ditch...”

—and even the rubes could predict her kick, hampered by pain and poor positioning, lashing at Sachiko’s ribs.

[Lederface]

Sachiko could see it all, Madeleine was falling apart, I wouldn't blame her.... She brought it on herself, the drool landed a little on her shoulder, but Sachiko wouldn't care, it was just battle fluid.

He thought she would try to beg for mercy, but when Sachiko least thought of it, she was punched in the ribs by Madeleine, but that dead look Sachiko had said it all in one way....

So then she would remove her fist from her stomach quickly, only to throw it trying to hit Madeleine in the nose, if she didn't remove herself first, that would be an ugly blow to deal with

[Malkavia]

Wham, bam. Down.

Movies love the mat-POV shot. Overhead stagelight swallows the screen, ringing pierces the audio—only the movies don’t capture the experience. Not really. For one thing, there’s the pain, blaring, a siren. But there’s something even worse: the heaviness. If the boxer can just stand up, they can bounce back. So why don’t they? Because once you hit the mat like that, your legs and shoulders and neck turn to concrete, your own five hundred pound ball-and-chain of leaden bone and spent muscle.

Madeleine lay flat on her back, legs splayed, blood spouting out of her left nostril and forming a pool at her side. Eyes half-lidded, she waited for the death blow—for the crowd to cheer, like they had when Origa flattened her, or when Kiena groped her.

But the crowd was silent.