Geun Haru vs Senji Takijima

[ThatPolishDude]

Geun lessened the hold for just a moment but remembered the angle. Now seeing that Senji was moving in a way that would relieve the pressure, she moved as well to counteract it. Being the one keeping the hold gave her more mobility so a shift like that shouldn't be hard. Then she would engage the hold at full force but having had learned the breaking point she would not slowly build to it, instead getting there in one quick move.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji's eyes snapped to the leg where her knee was resting against the floor. There was his chance!!!! He looked backward, reaching there to grab ahold of her foot and yank it towards himself. The consisted of making it stretch back so that Senji could then wrap his arm around her formerly bent leg where the crook of his elbow rested against her heel - now under his armpit on the attacking arm's side. He locked his hands together in a gable grip, desiring to pull on it to send a sharp jolt of pain through Geun but then steadily apply pressure to the inverted heel hook-like submission hold. Senji hoped this would work out and get him the win. He could perceive the vertebrae under corrosion. Like Geun, he didn't want to break bodies. He didn't enjoy that currently since he wanted to be treated just as equally as anyone else. No matter what stood in front, Senji wanted to stay firm on his morals whether when grappling or speaking of philosophy. They'd so far stood unshaken....

[ThatPolishDude]

As soon as she felt her leg being grabbed, she was sure what would follow. Letting go of Senji's leg she put her arm on the ground for stability. Then a sudden flash of pain, feeling where it came from and knowing the position of her foot she now knew what she was locked in. Using the fact that her other foot remained planted she would pushed if the ground and stand up, now the angle for submission would be all wrong so she used it to turn around and kneel across Senji's back to free her ankle. That would be followed closely by her taking a mount on his back followed by laying on him, her right arm wrapping around his neck and locking with the left that would then loop behind his neck and rest on her bicep to lock in a rear naked choke. This she was able to do quickly, if one were to judge, quicker than Huan would be able to. She couldn't, however, get her hooks in yet, given her mounted position but she started to worm her legs to get them, if that would not be possible however she would be content in wrapping her legs around his abdomen.

[TheLoneWanderer]

At the transition, his eyes widened to their maximum volition. They resembled golden dinner plates. He was not expecting her to counter it. Senji kept his middle flattened out against the floor as a defense, obviously raised a bit so he wouldn't put unnecessary pressure on his groin. He could feel her legs at his sides, the ankles trying to wriggle into that extremely small place. Senji slipped his chin, as a defense for the choke, in front of the crook of the forearm she'd manage to nestle his neck into. His breathing took on a hastened pace. He was focused now that things might be at an impasse. He desired to keep his belly flat against the floor, otherwise she could creep her feet along his thighs and set up hooks or scissor him, whether tightly or lightly. If that happened and she managed to get him into a very late stage RNC, he'd be reduced to writhing until he slapped the mat, slapped her, or passed out. Senji pressed his forehead against the floor while feeling the exchange of sweat as they wrestled for dominance in the final round. He couldn't curl up like he wanted. On the off chance he wanted to tap out, Senji kept the right palm on the mat. His left palm busied itself with trying to dig his fingers between her forearm and that side of his neck. There, it'd serve as a minor barrier to prevent some mechanics of the RNC from coming to fruition.

[ThatPolishDude]

Geun abandoned the hook attempt. Instead, she worked her knees up to kneel over his back. Then she sifted her hands from a choke attempt to put her palms beneath his chin and pull up for a kneeling camel clutch. This was however only meant to expose his neck and as soon as it did, she would wrap her arm once more in front of his throat and reapplying her supporting arm behind his neck to lock in the choke, once more.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji then found his chin being forced upward. A disgruntled cough was directed towards the floor. His spine flexed more again, a low noise of bones moving indicating the effect it was having on him. Senji reached for the woman's forearm with both hands, trying to force his fingers into the space between her arm and his neck so that they'd cover it. That was a forceful pressing on his digits, but Senji elected to ignore it since he couldn't feel it having a major effect. The plan was to stop her from closing his arteries while keeping his front flat against the floor. If this didn't work, Senji's hands left that position in order to reach backward and pull on her supporting arm. Muscles flexed. Skin became tensed. His eyes were darting between the floor and what he could see of her limbs. As with Huan, his intentions weren't to lose. He could do more here but he was held back by the rules and his own judgements. He was relying on two arms meaning to overpower one and pull it forward out of her work space so he could try straightening it out.

[ThatPolishDude]

Geun wasn't going to leave Senji down on the ground. Using her kneeling position she would continue to arch his body up with a hold she had on his neck. She would also unwrap her supporting hand to chicken wing one of Senji's, making it so he couldn't use it to get out while her other arm would pull harder while she squeezed his neck even further.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Her arm found his left, and in the span of moments he found it outstretched. The silver lining was a "imperfect" chokehold. Senji still had energy, but this lengthy battle was finally starting to take a toll on him. Well, the draining had actually began around two minutes or so before. Stamina was something he had in spades but that didn't mean it was boundless. Senji needed to pick and choose what he worked towards. His right hand was kept on her forearm, no longer locked with the left, and he finally got a risky idea to go for. He could throw her, couldn't he? He could recall the motions easy enough. Senji went to point his right elbow to the floor and end up pushing off to help him lift back and up to his knees. Senji kept his right arm on her own forearm as he was desiring to keep it from fully digging into his neck. It looked as though she didn't know, or didn't choose to do, securing him with one arm more carefully. The chicken wing lock on his left arm probably got in that way. Senji then raised his foot up to go against the floor before the other one followed and now Senji found himself standing up with Geun clamped to his back. Using the unclasped right arm as a basis, Senji thrust his hips into her and tried to rip her over his shoulder and severe the chicken wing lock on his limb as a result. To help prevent hooks, Senji canted his knees inward beforehand to further close to gap he had between his two legs. The principle of the throw followed the usual concept of using his applied force and Haru's own weight against her so that he'd knock the wind out of Haru.

[ThatPolishDude]

There was no way for Senji to make that transition fast, after all, she has been sitting on his back. Still, he would start getting up but Geun would quickly go back to her idea from before and wrap her legs around his midsection instead of trying to go for the hooks. From there she remained firmly attached to his back, trying to pull him down to the ground with her own weight.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Having a Geun-brand backpack attached to him did wonders for his ill-fated satisfaction. Senji felt that Haru wasn't that heavy for him. She was very fit and filled out, but she wasn't out of his lifting range. Still, the creeping realization that he was wasting energy here by keeping her propped up did manifest itself akin to the messy soup that served as his struggling mind. One arm only being involved in the chokehold did help though, to the point where Senji could last longer despite his left arm being pinned near his head. Senji aimed to make his head point down, staring at the floor past his midsection and Haru's legs. It was an attempt to sift his chin underneath her arm and continue interrupting the RNC variation. As iterated it worked to delay Senji taking a quick nap. Slams didn't constitute as strikes, same with BJJ and Judo takedowns right? That's how it worked in the official grappling matches, usually. That meant he'd still be obeying the rules of this game so long as he did not bring her to the mat cruelly. Senji aimed to do a short hop before falling backward as to put most of his weight on Haru...hard. At best, Geun may be physically shocked into letting him go so Senji could sit up properly. If she persisted as usual, he had another tactic in the mental list....

"Get. Off....", He muttered in a hushed command.