Clara Gaster vs Nerissa Labong III — Fight Pit Match

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Clara’s head was hurting. More than just from the hits she took from Nerissa in this match. The emotions towards the both women had towards the match were a whirlwind in her mind, the competitive will to win clashing with her care for her rival…much like how she imagined Nerissa felt at the moment…though unlike with the Echidna, the competitive will of Clara was winning out against her empathy, even as the match was wearing the Shadow Lord down.

Clara’s Superkick would find it’s mark as the Brit left her leg hanging for a moment, too fatigued to pull it back to her side quickly…but eventually, she pulled it back, to see Nerissa struggling to keep to keep her balance on the platform!

Clara shot her hand forward, her care for Nerissa briefly winning out against her competitive side…right up until Nerissa managed to find her footing, keeping her balance and stepping back up towards Clara, as she spun in place, the Brit frozen with indecision staring at Nerissa, as her rival rammed a spinning elbow strike into her jaw!

”…”

Clara tumbled, life leaving her eyes…but coming back just as quickly, as she stumbled towards the edge of the platform, but managing to catch herself in time before she tumbled downwards back into the ring. Surprisingly, the indecision, whirlwind of emotions…all of that was gone, leaving only one thought in her mind.

”FIGHT!”

Clara stepped towards Nerissa, before unloading strike after strike. First a Knife Edge Chop at her chest, then an elbow strike to her jaw, spinning in place to whip her other hand for another, much stronger chop to her chest. The strike to her jaw cleared her mind, and her only aim was to defeat Nerissa here and now!

…it was just a shame that her body was not willing to go along with her thoughts.

After the 3rd chop, Clara’s strikes got weaker and weaker, before finally finishing her now-petered out flurry with a punch to Nerissa’s chest…and subsequently dropping to her knees in front of her rival. Whatever spirit of battle overtook Clara for a split second was gone just as quickly as it had arrived, as Clara was left panting, exhausted…yet still with a single-minded aim of defeating Nerissa stuck in her head…

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The elbow strike that Nerissa sent to Clara's jaw turned out to be so powerful that it literally forced the British woman to turn in the opposite direction. The Shadow Lord's legs gave away and she began to fall. The audience excitedly gasped, believing that now Clara would simply fall from the platform on the ring. However, by some miracle, the black-haired woman was able to force herself to stop at the very edge of the platform.

The Echidna, who leaned forward slightly after the strike and put her palms on her knees, was breathing heavily. And when she saw that Clara was able to stay on the platform, she had to make some efforts not to let out a groan of despair.

Damn.

Why can't this woman just give up so that they can finally put an end to this match?

The Native American woman got the answer to this question after just one second. When Clara turned back to face Nerissa, she saw the indomitable determination in the Shadow Lord's eyes. That look literally pierced Nerissa, letting her know that Clara would fight to the very end. And that, in turn, meant only that Nerissa had to get ready.

When Clara took a step towards her, Nerissa straightened to her full height. The sweat covering her body had become so thick that it now looked like oil. The Native American woman was exhausted, but she tensed every muscle in her body, preparing to take her opponent's next strike. Gritting her teeth, she looked sternly into Clara's eyes, let her understand that if Clara herself doesn't intend to back down, then Nerissa won't back down either.

With a wave of her arm, Clara sent a hard chop strike into Nerissa's chest. A terrible slap swept through the arena, after which a bright red mark was left on Nerissa's chest. The Native American woman's eyes widened in pain and she staggered back a step.

“Guuuhmmm...” escaped her lips.

She gritted her teeth and prepared to respond to Clara's attack, but there was one problem. Instead of stopping and waiting for the Echidna's attack, Clara continued her offensive on the Native American woman. Nerissa didn't even have time to realize what was happening as a heavy elbow strike slammed into her jaw.

“GGUUUUMPHAA!!!”

Nerissa's head jerked to the side so abruptly that small beads of sweat flew off her skin. A white light flashed in front of her eyes and she staggered back another step. It was hard for her to believe that Clara would take such a step. She was counting on a fair exchange of strikes, but it seems she underestimated her opponent's desire to win. Nerissa's legs began to tremble, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and look at Clara again. It was at this moment that another chop strike hit her chest, this time much more powerful one.

“UUUUGGGMMMMMHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

This hard chop partially tore the skin on Nerissa's chest and small drops of blood appeared in several places. The Echidna felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips, which indicated that her body was at its limit. She felt a terrible weight that pulled her down.

But at the same time... she felt a strange lightness. Despite all the damage she had suffered in this match, she clearly understood one simple thing right now. Either she can withstand the entire series of attacks from Clara, or she will lose. Therefore, the Echidna forced herself to put her right leg back, thereby trying to take a more stable position. Her breathing was ragged, and there was a distinct mist in her eyes, but she still directed her gaze at Clara, waiting for the Shadow Lord's next attack.

Clara sent another strike into Nerissa's chest. And... it didn't hurt that much. Then another one. And... Nerissa almost didn't feel it. Clara swung her arm for another strike. And... the British woman fell to her knees in front of Nerissa, unable to finish the last blow. The Shadow Lord's strength had left her. Even though she had violated the unspoken rules of the exchange of strikes, she was the one who ended up on her knees while Nerissa was still on her feet.

“Pha... phaa... phaaa...” Nerissa panted.

She lifted her head slightly, gasping for air. Her muscles in both her arms and legs were barely twitching, showing that she had almost no strength left after her opponent's series of attacks. Nevertheless, a faint smile appeared on her exhausted face. She was able to withstand this exchange of strikes, proving to herself that she was capable of it.

There were only two things left for her to do now.

And Echidna decided to start by putting a bold end to this exchange of strikes.

Nerissa shifted her center of gravity to her left leg, and then sharply tilted her body to the left, while simultaneously lifting her right leg, bent at the knee, upwards. Showing incredible flexibility and a sense of balance, Nerissa made a wide arc with her right knee, thereby receiving a truly destructive impulse. Even if Clara had been standing on her feet, this knee would have reached the target anyway, but now the British woman was on her knees and this only made the task easier for the Echidna, who intended to ram her opponent's head with an uncompromising powerful knee strike!

Powerful knee strike