Lady Hannya vs Finlay Zeffer - The Gate Of Yomi Opens

[Deus001]

The crowd gasped in collective shock at the blow finding its mark on Finlay there. There was almost an air of shock at the brutality that the hannya was delivering to her opponent there. Yet none dared to leave their seats or yell, lest they too be possible targets of the mysterious woman dressed in her shredded gi whose visage could inscribe terror into one's very soul like the human that was facing her in the octagon just now. Her masked face would glance downwards at Finlay who lay there now......

"Haoooonnnnnn......" Hannya hissed out there as she tilted her head in contemplation at him, he lay there by her foot. The martial artist lady would crack her neck and then growl in a low tongue as she felt her mounted wounds ache up, it forced her to one knee actually now. Hannya's mask would then glance over at Finlay's prone form there and she put a hand on his chest, right over his heart even.

His pulse made Hannya hunger, she had to try something. So she resorted to a windmill punch series there as Hannya crouched and loomed over Finlay with her mask still bearing its jealous visage that sought to claim his spirit.

[Bare]

Everything was blurry for Finlay right now. As if the world was a blur, and the only thing he could focus on ironically was the lights above him which faded in and out as his vision danced with spots. Hannya's chop leaving him utterly devastated and stunned, unable to do anything he laid at the Hannya's mercy who loomed over him before getting even closer to him.

On instinct he tried to close his fists but he was only half able to do so, let alone try and punch at his opponent. Something which was not an issue for her in response as she began raining down blow after blow on him! "Nghhhhhhhh!" He groaned out in a long continuous hiss, managing to raise his arms up over his face in a weak guard, but it was evident he wouldn't able to last much longer against the demon above him!

[Deus001]

This was it. Hannya felt it in her mind to be the case. The human had provided the Hannya with great entertainment tonight, however now the moment came for the conclusion to this bout. There was a.......feeling in the air, that the crowd were about to witness a sacrifice to the envious demon. Hannya ceased her strikes there and gave a low hiss as she looked Finlay up and down. Then she'd push her right hand to his forehead to make him look at her visage, the mask that bore her demonic, mocking sneer.

Thus far Hannya had been silent in the entire bout, save for the odd hiss or grunt in response to being hit and the damage had been clear if the leaking of her facial blood seeping underneath her mask was anything to go by. Now however? Hannya spoke. It was faint, low and only done so that the human could hear it......

"Your soul.....is mine....." were the words spoken by the mysterious being before her caressing hand would then swiftly move upwards into a balled fist that sought to crash right down on the temple of Finlay's head and put his lights out for good in this bout!

[Bare]

Finlay had tried his best to put up a defense n the face of the furious spirit above him but damn it if she wasn't determined to get past him, and unfortunately she would do just that. After all his arms could only take so much and before long they fell, allowing Hannya to pepper his face with punches and leaving him stunned and disoriented on the mat.

Looking up dizzily at the woman, no the demon above him that had utterly conquered him.. and as she hissed out her first real words of the match he could do nothing but accept it as the final fist flew and connected with his skull, making him go stock still as the ref dropped down to check before immediately signalling for the bell and saying that the match had ended in a TKO!

[Deus001]

The final blow was struck there, Hannya had just struck it and drained the life out of the human who dared to oppose her. Yet there was seemingly no malice in the post strike state of the Hannya. In fact after putting Finlay's lights out the mysterious woman simply rested her fist into an open palm on Finlay's stomach as she looked him over in contemplation, that had been an enjoyable bout. Yes, very much so. She patted Finlay's chest there once, as if to signal a brief demonstration of respect towards Finlay for the excitement.....

She heard people yelling as they rushed to the octagon, turning around Hannya saw it was some of the members of the Ito clan running to the octagon. They had been tracing the Hannya since she had been first sighted in local underground fight clubs seemingly using their clan arts and their fighting stance, no doubt they were keen to strike while she was weakened. Hannya briefly considered remaining if only to protect the human who fought her. But decided against it as she felt the blood trickle from her nose to underneath her mask.

Swiftly moving Hannya would clamber up the top of the octagon, her muscles screaming in agony as she lept off it and into the crowd. The clan gave chase but the Hannya was ever elusive, before long Hannya was hidden in a locker room knowing she had given them the slip. She slipped the mask and now as simply Haruka Ito, the girl looked herself in the mirror. Nose busted, cuts from the mask digging into her skin, bruised cheekbones. But above all still having triumphed. She smirked and believed that she could do this again sometime....

Winner - Lady Hannya