Mikazuki Hayase vs Blair Dame - Run, Rabbit, Run!

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Shame on him for thinking she'd take things lying down. Mikazuki was a little worried by her lack of resistance as his heel dug into her shoulder. The glare focused on him proved that she wasn't done yet. Scary! So he could get under his skin after all.

“Careful.” Didn't want her getting up too fast and collapsing. Mikazuki was feeling rather smug. It laced his tone and was clear in the grin he sported. Blair was anything but frail despite his words. Still, he questioned the threat she posed after looking so dazed. He'd love to be proven wrong after his challenge for her to keep going.

There was a slight tenseness and pull of his muscles as his leg was hoisted up. His foe's full standing height made the position all the more awkward. Mikazuki could still work with it. Bouncing on his heels, her hold gave him the perfect setup for an enzuigiri. His plans were put on hold by the fist thrown at his face. The position left him open to retaliation. He knew what Blair planned the moment she pulled her arm back.

Nothing he couldn't handle. He'd copy her again, lean into the punch. Possibly stifling the force of it was only an afterthought. Mikazuki knew he could take it. And he did, just not well.

Oh. Mikazuki's head craned back from the force of her fist. Recoiling, he hopped once more on his foot, fighting to keep from tipping over while she still had his leg caught. He found an unstable balance by grabbing onto the front of her attire. Blinking did nothing to stop the slight sway in his vision.

Mikazuki threw a punch of his own right below her ribs, spurred on by an impulse to match up to her, to show he'd taken her attack far better than he actually had. The regret came immediately. It felt like he might as well have tried punching a wall. He might actually inflict more damage doing that. Mikazuki's smile had long since faded as he looked up to meet Blair's eyes again.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, yes, Mikuzaki was undoubtedly under Blair’s skin. She wasn’t sure he realized what an accomplishment that was, either. Blair prided herself on self-control in all things, a quality that had brought her victory many times, not giving into the stereotype of the towering, raging brute. Her wrath was a rare thing to see.

And yet, Mikuzaki had succeeded in bringing that about, in record time. She supposed he could be proud of that, but she more suspected he would regret it. Dearly.

She suspected he was trying to get an enziguiri going, but being bashed in the face ended those plans. Truthfully, he took the blow better than she had expected - while Blair’s legs were her best feature, her arms were nothing to be sneezed at, and the blow she gave him had floored men before. It clearly threw him for a loop, but he remained lucid, enough so that he was able to return fire, though his results were less impressive.

A shot to the ribs. Blair winced at it, felt the pain, but gave away no other reaction other than narrowing her eyes with a simmering glare. If that was the way he wished to be…

Blair let go of his leg for a moment, only so she could lower it and wrap her arms around it from above, tucking it tight under her shoulder. She moved it close and reached in his arm, grabbing his back and pulling their bodies together in a tight embrace. He might enjoy the feel of their body’s pressed together, he might not, but either way, he shouldn’t get used to it.

Blair lifted him up, took a few steps forward, then lifted Mikuzaki off the canvas, arched her back with a violent jerk, and sent him flying overhead with an Exploder Suplex, a move that would have him crashing upside down into the turnbuckle.

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Mikazuki wasn't scared by any means. Never was in the ring. Letting yourself be intimidated by a foe was the surest way to a loss. With that being said, trading blows with her guaranteed an even quicker defeat, and he very much disliked the thought of her raining more punches into his face. Against someone closer to his size? Sure. He wouldn't mind going at it until both their noses were bloody. Someone with Blair's power probably had something more painful in mind than that.

There was a minute bit of relief as he was pulled into her, from having something to lean into while he was dazed, and to avoid another strike by being too close. Mikazuki knew it to only be a moment of reprieve before Blair tried ending him. An exaggeration for sure, but he honestly wasn't too sure with how she'd looked at him. Having her chest pressed so closely near his face wouldn't be a bad way to go, however. The chance to cherish the warmth was quickly ripped away from him.

He was flying again and not by his own volition. Mikazuki landed roughly on his shoulders and neck, a weak cry escaping him from the abrupt stop against the turnbuckles. His body slumped against it, legs hanging above his head. The unflattering position was the least of his concerns.

Blair would take advantage of how painfully open he was, Mikazuki was vaguely aware of that after the disorientation his landing brought. His body wasn't in any rush to move. Sluggish, he'd tried to kick his legs out to correct his position and get up on his knees.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame did enjoy tossing around the smaller men. While strikes were typically her wheelhouse, there was something infinitely satisfying about hurling them away like this, using her raw strength to send them flying. She had not done much of it in her youth, back when her form was more slender and fragile, but now that she had the muscle, it felt as if she were making up for lost time.

It was even more satisfying when the recipients of this treatment. While Blair would not call herself a sadist in the strictest sense of the term, she did have some pleasure in hearing Mikazuki’s body crashing against the turnbuckle, as well as seeing the look of anguish upon his face when she looked over her shoulder.

Most unpleasant, she was sure, and his suffering was far from over.

Blair stood up again and dusted herself off as Mikazuki corrected himself, making his way up to his knees. It was tempting to hit the ropes for another attempt at the Meteora, but she had learned her lesson from that and was content to keep him close from this point. After his exploits from earlier, she had something more fitting in mind, anyway.

Before he could get all the way up, Blair moved in, gripped the ropes, raised his foot, and rammed her heels against his side of face - one, twice, three times, dragging her boot along his features. To cap it off, she bolted away from him, hit the ropes, came rushing back and brought her leg up for a Running Big Boot, crashing him clean on the jaw.