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

[killcarrion]

Natsu was aware that showcasing concern for a fallen adversary may not have been the most prudent decision to make in the middle of cage fight as vicious as this one was becoming, especially considering that were roles reversed between them, Juri in all likelihood wouldn't exactly be demonstrating the same degree of compassion. Just a hunch, on Nattie's behalf. But ya know...old habits and junk. The schoolgirl now standing upright and panting with both hands situated on her knees as the referee started ascertaining whether this was a kayo victory, awash in waves of relief and adamantly cognizant of the fact she dodged quite a bullet-"..." Natsu's heart sank like a lead balloon from Juri's acrobatic return to form, gawking with saucer wide eyes at her adversary arising from the grave like a horror villain in their fourth movie. Avaricious and yearning for more physicality, as if Natsu's pummeling until this point had only accomplished the task of feeding kindling to a fire until it was practically a ravenous inferno. "...Like I said. All you can handle..." Nattie's steeled resolve and competitive scowl meant to hide the palpable unease and doubts within as she sprinted recklessly forward gnashing her teeth as she vaulted into the air with a cocked back fist and attempted Superman Punch...

[BlackAkuma]

Huh. The little shithead was about to do a Superman Punch.

Juri’s mind locked onto what it was about halfway through the move’s setup, recognizing the way she was coming in, the way her feet were being positioned, the subtle tells that were far less subtle when you actually knew what to look for. There was a reason you rarely saw this move outside of movies, even more rarely saw it executed raw. The damned thing came with warning flags.

But okay, she could work with that.

Juri waited for Natsu’s feet to leave the ground, for her to be fully committed to the move, before she made a single motion. The instant her sneaker left the ground, the violent violet spun about in a blur of motion, turning around in a quick circle to build momentum. She came out of it and shot her leg out behind her at the same time, shooting her heel up high with a spinning heel kick - one that would connect with Natsu’s face just as she was jerking forward to deliver the Superman Punch, using her own momentum to double the damage.

Again, all about timing.

[killcarrion]

*Never allow desperate situations to rattle you into making desperate decisions...* Nattie admitted that while she could remember every single syllable of sage advice her martial artist brother imparted upon her, actually implementing them in the middle of a fight was still a subject matter she struggled with. Especially when her youthful impetuousness blinded her to the obvious flaws of her approach. The schoolgirl's palpable aggression and rash impulsiveness compelling her to focus her attention solely on nothing except the smug smirk of an adversary she'd aimed to sink her gloved fist now that she was airborne and-*THWACK*-Blistering swiftness preceded the savage and unceremonious clobbering of Juri's barefoot smashed into the side of Natsu's facials, the school girl's flaccid figure sent into a spiraled whirlwind hurtled to the side with no control over herself or the barreled twirls on the canvas until settling onto her stomach. Uptick to her azure skirt and flattering showcase of her bloomered backside with the referee now checking on Natsu...who'd begin soldiering upward with fatigued shivers at a glacial pace if uninterrupted, criss-crossing her legs before standing upright in panting and half-lidded fatigue. Taking a wearied fighting stance with arms raised but with more holes than Swiss cheese...

[BlackAkuma]

Of all the people Juri Han had kicked in the face - and there was so, so many - she had to say, Natsu would hold a special place in her crooked heart.

There was no overselling just how satisfying it was to sink her bare foot into a human skull. Juri knew so many fightings who fought with shoes or sandals on, and she just didn’t get it. The foot had so many nerve endings, and when your sole connected with a body, it gave her sensations that nothing could quite match. You could feel the bones giving way on impact. Punching didn’t come close. It was better than sex.

Well, no, not really. But close. Close. And speaking of things that turned her on…

Juri, for a second, thought Natsu was out cold after that kick, but she learned different when she saw the woman trying to push her way up. Instead of rushing in to finish her off, she laughed and clapped as she strolled over. ”Looking at you, taking it like a champ! That’s my girl!” She skipped around her, staying just out of the woman’s reach. ”Natsu! Natsu!”

As soon as Natsu was back on her feet - her weak, wobbling feet - Juri suddenly rushed in, seized the woman’s arm, ducked under her shoulder, and came around behind her with a hammerlock, holding her in place and likely keeping her on her feet.

Juri’s spare hand reached around, seized Natsu’s jaw, and yanked it back as she ran her tongue along the woman’s neck, leaving a trail of hot saliva that only ended at her ear.

”You ready, little girl?” She blew hot, steaming breath into Natsu’s ear with every word. ”Here comes the best part.”

[killcarrion]

In hindsight, Natsu's choice in fighting garments may be more appropriate than she initially ascertained. In spite of her accomplishments within the squared circle, she may actually still be just a student in comparison to the savage strength and depth of expertise of other world warriors. Guess it makes sense considering these are the types of fighters her older brother contends with on a daily basis. Natsu just wished she didn't need to be served this confidence shattering bit of reality via a whirlwind kick sending her into a wayward spiral halfway across the continent, it felt. The battered schoolgirl shambling upward regardless, a valiant struggle encouraged by onlookers but perverted by her sadistic adversary's demented cheerleading as she pranced around Nattie. Tacked on embarrassment from a predator toying with her prey whose warbled vision didn't spy Juri anywhere until the snatched arm pinned behind her shoulder blades clued her in. Nattie gasped from the simultaneous shoulder stain as her head was yanked back, and salacious drawl of Juri's tongue trailed up her neck which may have tasted the palpable fear alongside the twanged sweat. "HGh...Mm...not...finished yet..." Shivered trembles quaked all throughout Nattie's figure now balanced on her sneakered tip toes with a blush coaxed out of her from the feral intimacy, and muttered defiance even in the arachnid clutches of an adversary who probably didn't have the words "mercy" or "restraint" in her vocabulary...

[BlackAkuma]

Juri laughed.

It wasn’t the usual, evil laugh she did. That wasn’t fake, no, but she usually added a little extra theatre to it, strained it, made it sound cackly than her pure laugh was. It was the laugh she brought out when she wanted to get a reaction - pissing someone off or scaring them or occasionally arousing them.

No, this was a full, hearty, belly laugh, one that came out the moment that Natsu said she wasn’t finished. She was struggling, she’d been getting beat pillar to post and this was the response.

”Oh, wow. Wow.” She snorted and brought it down to giggles. ”I’d been trying to figure it out, you know? Whether you’re tough or dense. But after that? Dense. Dense as a fucking rock.”

With Natsu’s wrist still in hand, Juri stepped around to the woman’s front, keeping her trapped but pulling the arm to an odd angle. As soon as she was face to face with her, she leaped up, wrapped her legs around her waist with a grip that could crack bones, and pressed their foreheads together, puting them eye to manic eye.

”Say it again.”

[killcarrion]

The schoolgirl was just delighted to learn that her adversary derived such depraved enjoyment from Nattie's anguished misery, but obviously sarcastic observations took a backseat to the pinched aches within her shoulder socket from Juri swiveling around while keeping the hammerlock applied. Evoking balked confusion on Nattie's facials until whatever questions she had were answered by the sadistic spider entwining her legs around the schoolgirl’s waist with the torqued constraint of a snapped beartrap. A quivered wriggle to Nattie's thigh's being the prelude to a slump taken down on her knees, sweat-swathed compression between their midsections with Natsu's squinting eyeline and weakened yet valiant resolve compelled to be the oppositional mirror of Juri's sadistic malice. "...not...fin...ished...yet..." Nattie uttered in a weaker tone and underneath strained breathes panted against Juri's lips, simultaneously terrified and tormented with a feeble resolve only becoming moreso.

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck. She actually said it again.

Natsu likely wouldn’t have to guess what sort of effect those sweet words had on Juri. She didn’t make much effort to hide the shiver that ran through her body, head to toe, and she certainly didn’t bite her lips to contact the raw, rough moan that came flying out as those whimpering words hit her ear. This was hardly the first woman she’d crushed between her thighs, sure, but Juri had to say that there was something so sinfully sweat about her prey being so brave, so stubborn, so utterly pathetic. The ones that gave in right away were just no fun.

But she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for long. The Little Engine That Couldn't only had so much fight left in her, and that was fading fast - in a moment, she’d be out. Best to let her go on a highlight.

Juri closed the distance between their lips, taking her with a soft, probing kiss, her tongue slithering its way into uncharted territory. Her hot breath worked its way down Natsu’s throat and she closed her eyes, savoring the taste, the moment, every fleeting sensation as her foe withered away, as if she were sucking the life clean out of her.

[killcarrion]

Although naive and wholesome were typically the keywords used in describing Nattie, the Blooming Brawler still wasn't quite so gullible as to not ascertain exactly where Juri's euphoric shivers and carnal wails were originating from. A pathetic plaything whose own shivers were ones of palpable fear and strained tension, incapable of denying the encroaching inevitably she'd been fighting against practically since Round One. Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly much to be gained from obviously ascertaining how futile her situation was and that her scrappy determination in the face of adversity was accomplishing nothing more than getting her foe's sadistic rocks off. Well, aside from carmine hued facials and the acknowledgement that now she knew exactly what a fly feels whenever caught within a spider's web. Captured within a predator's heartless clutches and dread abounding, except pouncing with ravenous lips rather than sharpened fangs. "MM!!" Nattie's peepers widened as she stiffened with pattered taps of her sneakered toes into the canvas and sideways sways to her bloomered backside, fatigued compliance eventually over-righting the justified repulsion from Juri's tongue wriggled relishment. Such feral intimacy continuing onward as whatever fighting spirit remained was seemingly siphoned out of the flaccid schoolgirl. Cigarette smoke and lolipops were the only aftertaste Natsu would recollect once awakened, slackening into the spider's warmth and attempting to blink the heaviness out of her eyes until fluttered closed...

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck. Something about sweet little Japanese girls in schoolgirl outfits, they just brought out the animal in Juri.

She would've enjoyed this position regardless, she was sure, but having her victim being this sweet, innocent, naive little fairy of a woman just set the Toxic Spider off even more than she would've been under normal circumstances, and she was pretty much honey by default. She shivered and shuddered as her legs closed tight around that beautiful body, her moans echoing down Natsu’s throat, and she had the supreme pleasure of feeling her for fading beneath her.

Let it go. Just let it go.

It would be all too clear that Natsu was out soon enough. The referee would call it, the bell would ring, the crowd would cheer. None of that stopped Juri from enjoying the moment, though, as her tongue continued to plunder and her legs continued to squeeze, starting a slow, subtle grind against the faded fighter’s body.

”Um, excuse me?” The referee cautiously neared, wisely staying just out of Juri’s attacking range as he did. ”The, uh…the fight’s over. If you could just, you know-”

Juri opened her eyes and peered his way from the side, silencing him with a harsh stare, even as her lips stayed connected with Natsu’s. For a moment, it looked like the only thing that might get her off was a well applied crowbar, but after another, tense moment, she finally relented and let go, breaking the seal between them with an audible pop.

”Next time.” She stood and let Natsu’s limp body fall below her. She took a few seconds to move a few hairs out of the sleeping beauty’s face with her feet, wanting to get one, final look at that delectable face, before she smired and strutted away with her hands on her hips.

Just another day in the life.