Unexpected Domino Effect - Brielle & Domino.

[Afterhoursclub]

For a moment, Brielle's smile turned into a pained expression, the Devilish goth held her knee briefly, trying to keep her balance. Even though it was her entire core, aching from the previous fight, what was causing her to stagger.

"Woah.. This... Sucks..." she said, keeping an unusual straight face until she managed to soothe the fleeting pain.

Then she turns back to Domino, fixing her eyes on the kneeling model. She was annoyed... Mainly with herself... Not being able to capitalize on what was a clear opening, at the same time she was convinced that it wouldn't be her only chance for that... She only needed to...

"Oughh..." the moment she saw Domino rushing toward her, Brielle tried to raise her hands to cover herself... Perhaps even attempt to counter him... But she was still too slow, his hand came to her chest and pushed her back against the wall, slamming into it with a loud thudding noise.

"Huff... You seem rather eager, Hon..." she snickered back at him, pinned against the wall. Struggling to break free...

Until that punch came. Domino's fist slamming against her already battered abdominal wall, his knuckles digging deep into her skin.

"Aughhh!" she wheezed. With a burst of air escaping her lungs. With all the strength she could gather in that precarious position, she placed her hands on the models chest and attempted to push him away. If she was lucky there would be some space between them, just enough for her to fire her own strike, a punch targeting his ribs while covering her gut with her free hand. However this one would be slow... Almost Telegraphed. Further evidence of her tiredness.