Fight Locale, Chosen! - Juri Han vs. Natsu Arisawa

[killcarrion]

Natsu was aware that showcasing concern for a fallen adversary may not have been the most prudent decision to make in the middle of cage fight as vicious as this one was becoming, especially considering that were roles reversed between them, Juri in all likelihood wouldn't exactly be demonstrating the same degree of compassion. Just a hunch, on Nattie's behalf. But ya know...old habits and junk. The schoolgirl now standing upright and panting with both hands situated on her knees as the referee started ascertaining whether this was a kayo victory, awash in waves of relief and adamantly cognizant of the fact she dodged quite a bullet-"..." Natsu's heart sank like a lead balloon from Juri's acrobatic return to form, gawking with saucer wide eyes at her adversary arising from the grave like a horror villain in their fourth movie. Avaricious and yearning for more physicality, as if Natsu's pummeling until this point had only accomplished the task of feeding kindling to a fire until it was practically a ravenous inferno. "...Like I said. All you can handle..." Nattie's steeled resolve and competitive scowl meant to hide the palpable unease and doubts within as she sprinted recklessly forward gnashing her teeth as she vaulted into the air with a cocked back fist and attempted Superman Punch...

[BlackAkuma]

Huh. The little shithead was about to do a Superman Punch.

Juri’s mind locked onto what it was about halfway through the move’s setup, recognizing the way she was coming in, the way her feet were being positioned, the subtle tells that were far less subtle when you actually knew what to look for. There was a reason you rarely saw this move outside of movies, even more rarely saw it executed raw. The damned thing came with warning flags.

But okay, she could work with that.

Juri waited for Natsu’s feet to leave the ground, for her to be fully committed to the move, before she made a single motion. The instant her sneaker left the ground, the violent violet spun about in a blur of motion, turning around in a quick circle to build momentum. She came out of it and shot her leg out behind her at the same time, shooting her heel up high with a spinning heel kick - one that would connect with Natsu’s face just as she was jerking forward to deliver the Superman Punch, using her own momentum to double the damage.

Again, all about timing.

[killcarrion]

*Never allow desperate situations to rattle you into making desperate decisions...* Nattie admitted that while she could remember every single syllable of sage advice her martial artist brother imparted upon her, actually implementing them in the middle of a fight was still a subject matter she struggled with. Especially when her youthful impetuousness blinded her to the obvious flaws of her approach. The schoolgirl's palpable aggression and rash impulsiveness compelling her to focus her attention solely on nothing except the smug smirk of an adversary she'd aimed to sink her gloved fist now that she was airborne and-*THWACK*-Blistering swiftness preceded the savage and unceremonious clobbering of Juri's barefoot smashed into the side of Natsu's facials, the school girl's flaccid figure sent into a spiraled whirlwind hurtled to the side with no control over herself or the barreled twirls on the canvas until settling onto her stomach. Uptick to her azure skirt and flattering showcase of her bloomered backside with the referee now checking on Natsu...who'd begin soldiering upward with fatigued shivers at a glacial pace if uninterrupted, criss-crossing her legs before standing upright in panting and half-lidded fatigue. Taking a wearied fighting stance with arms raised but with more holes than Swiss cheese...

[BlackAkuma]

Of all the people Juri Han had kicked in the face - and there was so, so many - she had to say, Natsu would hold a special place in her crooked heart.

There was no overselling just how satisfying it was to sink her bare foot into a human skull. Juri knew so many fightings who fought with shoes or sandals on, and she just didn’t get it. The foot had so many nerve endings, and when your sole connected with a body, it gave her sensations that nothing could quite match. You could feel the bones giving way on impact. Punching didn’t come close. It was better than sex.

Well, no, not really. But close. Close. And speaking of things that turned her on…

Juri, for a second, thought Natsu was out cold after that kick, but she learned different when she saw the woman trying to push her way up. Instead of rushing in to finish her off, she laughed and clapped as she strolled over. ”Looking at you, taking it like a champ! That’s my girl!” She skipped around her, staying just out of the woman’s reach. ”Natsu! Natsu!”

As soon as Natsu was back on her feet - her weak, wobbling feet - Juri suddenly rushed in, seized the woman’s arm, ducked under her shoulder, and came around behind her with a hammerlock, holding her in place and likely keeping her on her feet.

Juri’s spare hand reached around, seized Natsu’s jaw, and yanked it back as she ran her tongue along the woman’s neck, leaving a trail of hot saliva that only ended at her ear.

”You ready, little girl?” She blew hot, steaming breath into Natsu’s ear with every word. ”Here comes the best part.”