Ember Days vs Achilles - Standard Match

[Monsy]

She lumbered there, still numbed, perhaps developing a slight headache. More annoying than anything too severe, but every flinch made her brain pinch. So she stayed, though that got her nabbed by the hair. The pull on her scalp commanded her stance, and she whipped around; her head tucked beneath his armpit, cheek meshed against the flank of his pectoral and her arm stretched overhead to hook over his nape. One good lift, and her feet tipped towards the sky. Blood rushed to her head, and she came down, flush on her back, bounced, and the aches exploded in her lower back. Her face tensed up, arms folded towards her chest, then thrashed at the mat as she groaned, biting back the discomfort as she turned on her side. “Guhh…Fuck.”

[Faeron]

"I know you got more fire in you." Achilles spoke with a flat, but deliberate tone.

"So I hope you bring that out more or else I'm gonna turn out your lights really quick!" As he said that , Achilles unceremoniously dropped his knee across Ember's face to keep the pressure on her.

[Monsy]

Her fingers fell into rank, squeezed together in pack formation. The delirium ran dry, and Ember’s eyes sparked wide to spot the knee. “Oh fuck!” She rolled once over and pushed on the canvas to take a knee, her right foot postured down. “Alright, bro, here’s the fuckin’ receipt you want!” A hand piled on the forward leg, then popped off the ground; her left foot swung and flicked, trying to hit him in the stomach to stop him from rising. She’d rush him, envelop his head with an arm, tuck it underneath the armpit then drop onto her back, and him onto his head.