Fight Locale, Chosen! - Juri Han vs. Natsu Arisawa

[killcarrion]

*HELL YEAH!!! PAYDIRT!!!* Natsu's competitive smirk brightened after knocking one of the ballpark, or at the very least nailing a base hit, after completely whiffing two strikes at home plate. Matching Juri kick for kick was undoubtedly the reason why she seemed so thoroughly outmatched since first making creepy acquaintances with the elusive Taekwondoka. Yeah, that had to have been it. However, the plucky schoolgirl couldn't deny that Juri's salacious innuendos and teasing provocations weren't starting to make her see red to match the burgeoning blush on her facials, and Natsu's tendency to make rash decisions whenever clouded by anger was a bad habit frequently admonished by her older brother when they trained together. Still, the haymaker sunken into Juri's slimline abdomen was all the evidence Natsu needed to know that she wasn't out of the fight just- "Huh?" Natsu blinked curiously from faintly overhearing her foe's rasped words, noticing the faint adjustment to her stance before being absolutely plastered with an upside-down barefoot. A backtracking schoolgirl clutching her face with one hand in spiraled disorientation, a quivered instability to her athletic legs and free hand extended outward...

[BlackAkuma]

With all the taunting, one would be forgiven for thinking that Juri didn’t recognize Natsu’s skills. One would be wrong. She knew talent when she saw it, and she could say, even from this brief exchange, that the Little Schoolgirl That Could was practically brimming with it, well above what she would expect from someone her age. Well above the Young Lionesses, serious potential.

But she was facing the wrong person at the wrong time. This was just never going to be her day.

With the match firmly in hand, Juri moved after her target as she staggered back, giving her no space to work with. She threw herself forward into a somersault, sticking to low to the ground, and came out in a squat just below Natsu’s outstretched hand.

Juri's leg swung low and quick, catching Natsu at the ankle and tripping her up. She didn’t stop moving at that, either - as her opponent fell, she kept spinning about, rose up, brought her leg up high, then sent her foot crashing towards her opponent’s stomach, looking to pin the schoolgirl under her heel and grind her stomach.

[killcarrion]

Whatever misconceptions Natsu may have possessed about her righteous uppercut signaling a miraculous comeback and optimistic affirmations that the Blossoming Schoolgirl may in actuality have this match in the bag, were all summarily shattered by an upside-down barefoot that Nattie rightfully could have never seen coming. The unlikely dose of reality acting akin to a flashbang blinding the schoolgirl in white light with muddled senses as she backpedaled in dazed bewilderment. One hand masking the confused grimace, unaware of the predator darting in with a primal velocity to Juri's serpentine motions which Nattie may have trouble following even on her best day. "WAAH-" Nattie gasping and frantically flailing her arms from the spinkick sweeping the schoolgirls legs out from underneath her with no time to breath between being leveled to the floor and the savage stomp pinning her there. Dilated pupils and puffed cheeks being the obvious reaction to what felt like a steel beam mashed into Nattie's breadbasket. Rasped breathes and feeble squirms taken as Juri grinded her barefoot into her midsection, a defiant glare cast upward at her malicious adversary with one hand clenched onto the foot she was incapable of dislodging.

[BlackAkuma]

Juri never got tired of grinding her opponents beneath her foot. Call it a fetish, she’d own that. It wasn’t simply the domination aspect, either, though that was obviously a big part of it. For her, it was mostly about the sensations. That writhing feel beneath soles, flesh on flesh. She’d always had more sensitive feet than most, and this was the best way to get the most out of them. Nothing quite compares.

Little Nattie, in particular, felt good. Damned good. Juri couldn't kept her like this for hours, and she was sorely tempted to, but she did have other things to do with her day besides beating up cute-as-fuck schoolgirls, as fun as that could be.

”Oh, what’s that?” Juri smirked and pressed down a touch harder as Lil’ Natsu glared daggers her way. It was about as scary as Jason Vorhees plushie, butcher appreciated the effort. ”What’s wrong, babe? Things not going your way?”

Juri abruptly let up on the pressure and let her foot slide lower, subtly sliding her toes between the schoolgirl’s legs while she licked her lips. Her grin was somewhere between mischievous and feral. ”Bet I know how to put a smile on that face…”

[killcarrion]

Onlookers were rightfully confused as to why Natsu didn't merely swivel to the side out from underneath her spidery adversary, but it was those same onlookers who probably didn't notice the schoolgirls strained facials from what felt like a malicious anchor being callously sunken into her midsection. One that was swiveling and kneading into her mashed breadbasket like Juri was squashing a pitiful bug into the pavement. Being toyed with like this only tossing fuel onto the flared rebellion being directed upward at Juri, albeit it was merely her own immature frustrations given manifest. *Tch, I shouldn't feel this helpless...I...I can't be this much out of her league, right?...* Nattie lamented what was absolutely becoming an uphill struggle, but was nevertheless relieved from being given room to breathe as Juri dislodged her barefoot with croaked pants taken, splayed out and grateful for the reprieve until tickled toes were swirled over her bloomered sweetspot. Justified alarm bells beginning to ring alongside the crimson hue to her flummoxed facials. "G-Geez lady...Stranger Danger, much?" Nattie retracting one of her legs for an attempted jawcrack of a thrust kick, aiming for this to be her succinct version of No Means No...

[BlackAkuma]

In Natsu’s defense, she wasn’t bad. In fact, Juri would go as far as to say she was pretty good, and against most people, especially in LAW, she would be running circles around them with those little sneakers. She had good energy. Punchy. Fast. That sort of Go-Get-’em mentality that could get you far in a place like this if you had the talent to back it up. It made Juri want to vomit, but she couldn't deny.

She’d just pulled the exact wrong card out of the deck. Life sucked, sometimes. Juri was perfectly willing to make up for it in all kinds of ways, too.

Natsu, however, didn’t seem too keen on the idea. Juri was just getting to the good part when the woman lashed, shooting that sneakered foot upwards and cracking her clean on the chin. The blow straightened her out all the way and made her stagger backward, three whole steps before she got her shit together and settled back down.

Juri rubbed the sore spot on her chin with a smirk and savored the faint taste of copper on her tongue. The kitten had some bite to her. ”Not bad. Not bad at all.” She chewed on her lip and leaned forward as she beckoned Natsu on, her wild eyes growing wilder by the moment. ”Got another one for me?”

[killcarrion]

Although Natsu may have never technically attained any championship titles or reached any substantial feats worth being chronicled in the old wrestling history books, one streak she seemed significantly proud of at this very moment was never having been the mortified plaything for a sadistic psycho. And the Blooming Schoolgirl adamantly fought to continue that streak via the quaking realignment of Juri's jawline via the rigid treads of her Converse All-Stars. Nattie barreling backwards into a tumble roll that planted her feet on the floor before standing upright with a flinched strain from her battered midsection. She naturally assumed that Juri would be coping with her own anguished miseries given how clean her thrust kick was...except Nattie would instead balk from the feral savagery in the eyes of someone who seemed disturbingly enticed from having her chin smashed. A chilled frigidity trailing down her spine from ascertaining exactly what type of fighter she was dealing with now, but gulping down her tangible apprehension regardless. "I...I've got all you can handle and then some, ya psycho spider!!!" Natsu bellowed out with a tightening of her gloved fists before summoning up the courage to sprint straight ahead. White bandana fluttering as she attempted the unorthodox but effective technique of leaping atop her foe's shoulders with a mushed compression into her bloomered crotch as the prelude to the schoolgirl's Fallen Rose Petals Frankensteiner...

[BlackAkuma]

Juri was taunting Natsu, but it wasn’t merely a taunt - she meant what she said. That kick had been aces, and she was a woman who knew her kicks. Strong legs on this little rabbit. There was a lot of power in that form. Whatever school she was skipping to be here, she could only imagine that this one was the toughest girl there. Probably took out all the bullies.

But she was in the real world. Juri’s world. Juri’s ring. There was a way that this was always going to go, and she needed that dose of reality.

It hadn't sunken in yet, though, as Natsu surged forward like the good protagonist she clearly thought she was. Juri was just straightening up when the woman leaped at her, crotch first, filling her vision with those lovely red bloomers she’d been eying up all night. Her tongue came out on reflex, running along the woman’s most private of places beneath the cloth, but she wouldn’t have long to enjoy the taste.

Juri’s body flew in arc, one that ended with her skull smacking the canvas, driven in like a railroad spike. She flopped forward, came down on her knees, and simply…stopped. Her upper body lurched forward, her wild hairs cascading about her face, perfectly still save for the subtle rise and fall of her chest. The crowd had started to applaud Natsu’s comeback, but they went dead silent at the sight, not sure what to make of it. And injury? Concussion? Possibly.