To paint The woes of Bast: Eshe Abdallah vs. Vorona

[ScoutLils]

Her surprise attack, although a bit underhanded, ended in success. Bringing the Crow down to the mat was just the sort of push she needed to get her blood pumping. The crowd seemed to cheer from the impact as Voro struggled just a bit, Eshe didn’t pay them any mind though, she was focused; zeroed-in as she slowly breathes. Her ofd, little brain in its infinite quirky resilience couldn’t stop thinking about a frog, leaping across lilypads as if urging her on to follow. Ever the energetic thrill seeker, she followed suit, not a single care in the world on how anyone would perceive her odd behavior.

Voro had just managed to peel herself off the mat before the egpytian violet came downward in a splash, crushing them back down to the mat as her body flattens Crow like a pancake. All the while, her giggles erupt as a pesky frog takes over her thoughts again. The feline-like rabbit’s attention is snagged by a sudden thud, the impact having Voro curl from the leap as their boots met the canvas. She could’ve sworn they were saying something but she didn’t quite catch it in time.

Eshe pushes up on her palms, peeling her abdomen away from her crushed rival as she peeked over her shoulder. Their declaration to take their chances through a rough stutter made Eshe appreciate that stubbornness. A quality of her own when the going got tough. She pushes up on her hands and knees, the thought of going for the cover crossed her mind but, if she had anything to go on, attempting and end to the fun early just felt like a kick to her own shin.

The violet didn’t let their nickname go unnoticed though, she beams as she stands tall on her knees. ”Is that your nickname for me?! I love it, Crow!” She exclaims, reaching out to snag their ankle as she makes a bid to turn them onto their stomach. If she managed to maneuver the ground-bound Crow, she’d tuck their boot under her shoulder to wrench back in a single leg Boston Crab. ”I can feel it, you and I, plus Snowbird over there are gonna be best friends!” Eshe declares, excitement oozing from her person.

[Monsy]

When Eshe got off, Vorona felt the world come off her person. She filled her lungs double-time and greedily until she couldn't, then wrapped her gut with her arms, turned to her side and pulled up her knees. She coughed three times, then unwrapped one arm to place down on the mat, lifting her shoulders off to gauge the ground and spot Eshe still reeling in cheer.

"W-What..." The exclamation left her bereft of much logic. That did not make sense at all. So she growled, frustrated by their daftness... "That was an insult. A condemnatio--Huh?" Someway, somehow, in a means she didn't quite get, Eshe's momentum was non-stop from her cheer.

She twisted the opposite direction in, but it became no use. Vorona was flat on her chest, then came the stretch... "aaaAAAGH! Aaaagh! NnnNASTY-SPHINX! R-RELEASE!" Her leg became a crescent with the boot-sole pointed at her head. The stretch put flame in her hamstring, front of her thigh, stomach and especially her back and hips as Eshe's both bent and stretched her out. The leotard bunched until it became a wedgie in the middle of fishnets. "Graaaahhh! H-Hear me!" The lips on her trembled and she started to claw the canvas, initiating a crawl. Her brow sweat. "I--I'll p-paint you on t-this mm-mat after I-I'm f-free!"

[ScoutLils]

Just as she locked in her hold, Voro confessed to her nickname being an insult. It made the violet ponder if that was just a bashful cover or a minor joke. She couldn’t tell, least of all consider it an insult. Her teeth glisten as her lips spread for a hearty giggle. ”You don’t have to be so embarrassed, I think it’s a good nickname for me!” she replied, tucking their dark boot slightly further up her pit as her warm touch steadily grips their knee to keep her submission in tight.

She leans back with it, torquing their leg as she presses upward from her position to drive her deeper. ”C’mon gurl, you gotta focus. Calling me nasty doesn’t hurt my feelings, I bet you could get out of this!” Eshe beamed as Crow began to crawl. She dropped down, applying her full weight to their rump as her boots drag along the mat to add difficulty to her escape. All the while she worked over that leg in her grip, tugging at the muslces and joints that made up their anatomy.

”I-I’ll p-paint you on t-this mm-mat after I’m free!” the threat loomed in the air. The Egyptian’s heart began to race, her competitive spirit burning. ”That’s the spirit, Crow! She proclaims, many would think it odd to actually encourage your opponent but Eshe didn’t see it that way. They were getting chummy after all, who’s to say this isn’t just a friendly bout between newly found friends?

[Monsy]

Her voice felt stretched when Eshe applied her full weight.

The grip kept sinking in. Eshe kept finding new angles on her tendon and leverage to her grip that each new YANK gave her tendon a slightly different tug that she didn't accustom to. Her voice sprang in brief groaning yells till she beat her fist on the ground once, sweat, then tugged again. SO ANNOYING. She didn't needs words about spirit! It was on the display since the start, could that NOT be seen? She was going to smack them double silly in just a moment. ACTUALLY, she found that quite the motivator to ignore the splitting burn taking her leg.

The issue was her arms faced a burning against the crowd and she was finding her lungs growing new sizes to gain less ground.
She needed... Time!

But she also had a second idea. She put her elbows down in front of herself, reached up and attempted to take two handfuls of Eshe's hair like a curtain. A good TUG towards the mat. Nothing a short five-count won't fix, if this gains anything.