Return of the blue warrior (aoi fukiwara vs spectre)

[Dragonofdarkness]

Aoi managed to get Spectre's arm, as they both fell into the ground she would try to roll but spectre was tof ast as she moved in a better position and land elbows into Aoi's face "guh ugh ah!" Aoi cried out as she moved one of her hands around to defend her face she felt her nose bleeding but didnt care as she clenched her fist of her other hand and send a few punches inot Spectres side trying to hit her kidney to get the other girl off her.

"Get off !" Aoi growled as she punched at Spectre's side. she wasn't fighting like she should she was fighting more and more like a rookie. what the hell was wrong with her was she that rusty for being out of the fight for so long. She couldnt make heads or tails of thsi as she just needed some time to get her bearings again. but she knew this girl wasn't going to let her have any time to recover.

[Monsy]

"UNNF!" She bit her cheek, with one eye bugging out. A fist buried into her delicate side. Soft muscles crushed into her body, lighting up her senses. "Urg--Ung...UFf!" Three times, there was an audible smack as knuckles pounded off latex. Rapid succession.

Her mind felt mud and her arm locked up, stunned. Then she threw down another elbow, defying Aoi's flurry for a little longer. Then--Another was taken. "GH-!" And her spine turned off for a blip. She timbered, then smacked the canvas on her side. Her grit her teeth and held the punched area--with red marks just under the skin.

"Brat." With a slightly winded breath, hands on her side, she lifted her knee and THRUST her boot towards their gut.

[Dragonofdarkness]

"ugh " the boot kicked her off of Spectre as she fell back and rolled away getting on a kneeling position as she panted and whiped her bloody nose. she looked at the purple clad girl panting out still as she didn't think it would be this tough of a fight she wonder why she can't focus on the fight why she couldn't fight at one hundred percent. trying ot get up Aoi would wince the fear form her injured leg still in her mind as she clutched her knee defensivly as she was trembling from the imaginary pain.

[Monsy]

A wheeze refilled her lungs to half capacity before she rolled to her stomach. Both hands pushed down—a push-up form propped her up, then a knee slid underneath and another one was put forward and her boot's sole touched down. She was now in the same position as Aoi Fukiwara, but standing apart from her—staring, her head tilting to watch Aoi cater to a zone she hadn’t struck yet. Her nose scrunched into folds like it just received an awful smell. Her brows furrowed and lips forced plain. “Look at you.” Her arms fell limply to her side, sticking to holding her ground here. That tremble was a teacher, and her penchant for body language said Aoi was battling something. Physical? Mental? Nevertheless, the answer was the same: stalk her.