Sirya vs. Myka - Tracking the Trail

[CaptainL]

Despite the discrepancy in size between the two combatants, Sirya wouldn't back down so easily. She was perfectly well versed in fighting dirty to get ahead over beasts and beings alike that surpassed her in size, and it was those talents that were coming in handy for her now. The cries coming from Myka were like sandpaper to her ears, her teeth clenching in a grimace, but even still, Sirya was desperate to hang on for dear life, and to do as much damage as she could in the process.

"Do ya ever shut up-!?" she spat in an exasperated tone, struggling to keep her legs locked in place onto the rapidly bucking and twisting Myka. At times it seemed as though her balance was threatening to come loose, but Sirya had no intention of letting go - she wanted to stay as far as she possibly could from the thunderous trampling of the hooves underneath the centaur.

A few elbows flew back and landed against Sirya's ribs, each one causing her to cough and gag. Her legs started to slip down from her waist, but Sirya would respond by going for the next best thing she could think of ahead of her to grab a hold - namely, Myka's neck, as she tried to get her arms in place around it with a sleeperhold!

[DeviousAnon]

Try as she might, it seemed that the pesky girl was glued hard onto mykas back, the centaur growing more and more frantic as her very annoying rider squeezed harder and harder on her belly. Her panic on matched by her anger at this girl who seemed so dead set on making myka as miserable as possible. "Sh-shut up!" She'd cry, her fury only increasing as she struggled too buck this girl off her back. The aching in her waist growing almost unbearable.

Eventually, for a moment, it seemed as if her efforts were proving fruitful, her strikes slowly having an effect on Syria as she could feel the girls grasp in her weakening, only bolstering Mykas efforts too throw this girl off and hit her as hard as she could! Only... It seemed fate was not with her, as suddenly, just when she thought she had funny unseated this girl. She felt the small woman suddenly snake up, before wrapping her arms around her neck in a sudden sleeper hold!

"Gak!? Grrrk....." Her protests and grunts turning into choked gurgles, Myka would bring her hands up too try and pry them off her constricted neck, the air being forced out if her earlier by the body scissor working against her here, as her air starved body came too haunt her. While Myka had the strength edge Syria, had leverage, and a far more awake mind. All Myka could do was put up a rude entry struggle, as her shaking slowly died down, all four legs shaking as they struggled too stay up with weakening strength as Myka tried too endure the extremely tight hold.

[CaptainL]

At first, Sirya had thought that she would have trouble facing down Myka. She was sure she could do something about her no problem, of course; even if she might have been a fearsome opponent, Sirya herself was still practiced enough in taking down larger and stronger opponents. But she was still sure she was dealing with someone who might put up a good fight against her. Myka was, after all, big and strong, and any wrong move could mean disaster for Sirya.

But when the battle had actually gone on, it had been far more in Sirya's favor than the panther girl had come to expect. All she had had to do was to get in the right position and hold it for as long as she could, and the rest was practically falling into her hands. Sirya had to smirk a little to herself at the thought of it. But it wouldn't be enough to take her mind off what was really important here, as she kept up her grip on the centaur's neck. For good measure, she twisted her torso back and forth in place, wringing Myka by the throat! Clenching her teeth with both anger and focus alike, Sirya was committed to keeping things locked down as long as she could manage.