A stormy surprise- Gail vs Hira!

[SubtleRoar]

*Firmly huffing aloud from the slight amount of vexation she felt, Gail was starting to realize that she was becoming more and more dominant as the fight progressed- Her heavy structure allowed Gail to transform her body into a makeshift anchor, keeping the victim beneath her breasts relatively stationary. However, just as she was becoming comfortable with the prospect of superiority, Hira sharply reminded her that he hadn't thrown in the towel just yet, clamping down against her prodigious tits to cause the tiny titaness to shriek from the anguish.*

"Gaaaahhh!" *She wailed, struggling to push his hands off of her magnificently carved orbs, all the while her balance overtop of him began to waver at a rapid rate. Unbeknownst to her however, the crowd was beginning to applaud Hira's tenacity, gradually starting to chant in an effort to help build momentum.* "Y..you haven't..e..even bought me dinner yet!" *Gail chuckled, grating her teeth to try and assuage the unusual pain shooting through her spheres while simultaneously trying to keep him restrained.*

[SchierSchoch]

The deceptive plan worked. Haha, he laughs in his head. With a battle theme song playing in his ears, the businessman continues his tight grip on her breasts and pushes her off. Staggering to his feet and going over his mental list of stances, perhaps something a bit more open will do. I didn't want to pull out Dragon Style so soon, but you really are trying my patience Miss. putting himself into his Crimson Blood Dragon stance, he puts on a come at me bitch look. (Crimson Blood Dragon is a stance that keeps the user's legs tightly together and arms open to both sides.) All this information is quite exciting, the businessman thinks to himself, very interesting. I want to know something Miss, do you aim to take me down with just brute force? Or do you perhaps have intelligent thought when charging at your opponent? Usui taunts at his at opponent. Who needs grace or tact, all's fair in love and war.

[SubtleRoar]

"Ffft! this coming from the guy wearing business casual and trying to grope me." *Gail tossed a sliver of casual banter his way, however, she was adamant on remaining focused at the task at hand- She knew that Hira possessed a vast arsenal beneath that deceptive facade, at least, she was under that impression anyway. Her hefty frame could keep him immobilized for a brief period of time, but eventually her tactic was proven fallible by his unorthodox style, forcing her to roll away and recuperate.*

"Hmm..not bad, not bad at all." *She snickered under her breath, slowly rising to her boots while maintaing eye contact with her foe- She was quite amused at how he fought, the unique experience he brought to the ring was something she would add to the lexicon of knowledge she needed to survive in the world of LAW.* "But, I"m not the type to pass up an invitation to fight~" *She smirked, dashing forward before lunging in his direction for a cross body takedown!*

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[SchierSchoch]

Just as he thought, his opponent would go for a headlong attack at him. Wanting to try out a move that he really couldn't trial at home, it's either now or never, he thinks. Hellfire he breathes. In a mad dash towards her as she is coming at him, if he can connect with this move, then most surely she will fear him. However, if this does not connect, he really cannot afford to try it again. Hellfire is one of his unique weapon arts and in it, if it fails or succeeds, doing it multiple times in one match should warrant diminishing returns and damper any pushes with his unique moves in the future. I had plans for something else, but it looks like you want to get close again, how about this for close! closing the distance as fast as possible, Usui lunges out towards her with the intent of grappling her neck with his left hand and delivering as many blows to her stomach as possible, for the range of Hellfire is a close distance away and leads devastating results. I want to see if she can dodge this attack the businessman whispers to himself. Thinking to himself, he needs to grapple her hard and needing to be able to keep each other on their feet if this is going to work. I guess I'm just a fucking Mad Lad! Usui yells as loud as possible charging at her with intent to unleash Hellfire.

[SubtleRoar]

*Shaping her body into a living projectile, Gail felt the wind rushing through her mane and the audience gasping all at once from her daring maneuver- She hadn't noticed it yet, but the surrounding crowd was deeply immersed in the story these two were telling through their actions alone. One, a blitzing rusher that had every intention of proving herself to the world of wrestling, the other a calculating tactician who could strategically navigate himself through any endeavor he found himself in. Truly, this would be a battle of opposites. Just before she was about to connect with her crossbody, she felt herself ripped from the sky, unevenly staggering sideways from the impromptu return to earth before she felt the cruel pencil pusher send her hobbling backwards with a flurry of uninterrupted strikes to her gut!*

"Grrhh! Nfffh!" *Slamming her maw shut to protect her pearly whites, Gail wasn't expecting such power to ripple throughout the lanky figure easily manhandling her. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was tougher than he let on, but something seemed aberrant in the way he went about hiding it. No matter, she thought, as the blizzard of strikes was enough to keep her focused on the matter at hand- Spending an insane amount of energy, the verdant whirlwind lunged forward and attempted to land a solid, right blow to Hira's face!*

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[SchierSchoch]

Coughing a little bit, Usui manages to let out a little quip, Guess this dog does have a bite and isn't just bark, heh heh. Checking to see if his mouth guard is still in and lets out a sigh of relief that it hasn't fallen out, the businessman thinks to himself, I guess it's time to get a little serious about this. Boldly saying to his opponent loudly, Guess you can handle my Hellfire and seeming you can handle my War Style and Dragon Style, but now it's time to show you what I've been hiding. Although, Usui is starting to feel mighty thirsty and noticing that his manager isn't here, but does notice his proxy double. Usui makes a hand single to him, letting him know he needs to be hydrated or else this will lead to some health problems if he doesn't manage this soon. Walking away from his opponent and going towards the rope, Usui grabs out for the water bottle and proceeds to drain the entire bottle like it was nothing. Hydrated and ready to fight, with a dam full of energy rejuvenated, he slips himself into his Shield Guard Stance (Left arm folded up on chest vertically, right arm loosely hanging at side. Keeping a rhythmic pace.) Something dawns on him, what was that all about with getting the water? It was almost like all the momentum stopped and he just lost track of where he was, the punch definitely knocked him around, but also caused him to realize all the stamina he has been using up and how stiff and tired his body is. Sleep does sound good to him right about now, but he needs to endure on.

[SubtleRoar]

"Trust me, I have plenty more where that...?" *Tilting her head quizzically at what she was witnessing, the crowd following suit, Gail was dumbfounded by the strategy Hira was attempting to implement in his battle strategy; not one to break from her character, the emerald cyclone refused to interrupt his light respite, deciding now would be a prudent time to take a moment to recuperate herself, much to the audience's chagrin.* "Hey, get back to brawling!" *Someone shouted, as Gail casually waved them away, causing a chorus of chuckling from the surrounding attendees. Once Hira was ready and able, she knelt down into a three point stance before returning to the fray with redoubled vigor!*

"Alright, that's enough relaxing for one skirmish." *Gail muttered to herself, feeling refreshed and renewed as she galloped towards the center of the arena, body hopping from side to side while approaching her adversary. Her legs generated a slight amount of momentum between them, she spun around sideways before collapsing in on her foe with a catastrophically seismic swing of her right forearm, attempting to take his head off with a guillotine clothesline!*

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[SchierSchoch]

He sees her charging at him, he knows there is only one thing to do, a parry and a riposte. Prepping his left arm ready to deliver a shield bash to her and readying his right arm to deliver a medium level punch. The music has gone to static and the crowd seems to be dying out and yet he cannot shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen very soon, not with the imminent clothesline coming at him, but something more pressing. Nevertheless, this kind of thing is unimportant to him and rather he needs to worry about the charging brawd coming at him and just focus on his parry and riposte. Timing is key here, I am not sure if she is going to pull anything fancy, so before she strikes, I give her one heavy shield bash, see if she likes it. Delusions of grandeur need not bother him, but delusions of the mind is starting to tether their toll on him and how badly he needs to sleep. Silence is the real nightmare, without being able to focus clearly on her and having his mind wander, Usui is not even thinking recklessly anymore and is instead thinking aimlessly, without direction he isn't sure what is happening. What is happening, what is happening, what is happening. Blankly looking around, something feels as if it has taken a grip on him and without even realizing it, he has collapsed on the mat. Vertigo? Usui mutters as he tries to struggle himself to his feet, but the room feels like it's spinning and he can't seem to get a grip on the reality of what is happening... Where am I? He asks out...

[SubtleRoar]

*Knowing full well how hard she could hit, Gail wasn't aware of the severe lack of stamina Hira possessed- After sending the lanky businessman to the mat, the emerald maelstrom pounced upon her prey and asserted her authority over the scrawny accountant.* "Shh, don't worry about that right now." *She playfully whispered, thoroughly enjoying her current dominance as she shimmied around the flanks of his throat, synching in a strangulating headscissors while balancing herself upwards on the balls of her feet for leverage; even though Hira seemed to be on the verge of collapsing, Gail wasn't about to take any unnecessary chances with such an unpredictable opponent.*

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[SchierSchoch]

Haha, haha, haha, haha, this is what life is all about, thank you Gail. Usui says as his throat is getting brutally strangled. Couple thoughts are running through his mind, but the only thing that really stands out is how badly he just wants Gail's legs to continually strangle him. Guess, you can tell, I really am a masochist, gotta enjoy it while I can. Haha. The ramblings of a mad man experiencing pleasure from the power of strong legs. Instead of trying to kick out, Usui in a daze tries to reach up and stroke Gail's powerful legs. In the state of madness, Usui sees a strange figure out of the corner of his eye, wrapped up in rags and clenching a strange book, either this is some weird phantom or there really is a guy here, pondering thoughts rambling through his mind in how badly he wants to try one last move out on his lovely opponent. This man does not have stamina to spare, but is running on fumes and is desperate in trying something, regardless of his health he really want to do it. In a reckless attempt to kick out of Gail's powerful legs. Usui tries scrambling towards the opposite side from her and getting into a low stance. His music coming back on, but definitely something he didn't put on his playlist, but some extremely ambient music, droning sounds and dissonant feelings. As if touched by some twilight specter on his metaphorical death bed, thoughts of madness go continuously through his mind. Heh, heh. This is such a bad idea Usui thinks, but having a difficult time keeping himself up, he prepares his legs and makes a running start at his opponent with the intent of delivering his, Diabolus ex Ultimatum (A running jump attack, extending both legs into a airborn kick. Delivering a high impact attack. This Art leaves the user in a precarious situation) Heh, heh, this is so dumb. Usui mutters under his breath, but with the watchful eye of the strange man gleaming towards him, he just has to try or else be labelled someone for not trying, even this badly shaped, he has to try...