The Morning Commute

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Millie's lips curved into a vicious grin as her knee collided with the French bitch's side. The combination of Angela crying out in pain and the crunch of knee on ribs was just too satisfying to keep it down. But it couldn't last, as a spike of pain shot through her already wounded leg, clearly unhappy with the sudden force applied.

Sliding as her foot landed, the Briton's grin snapped back into a snarl as she locked eyes with her hated foe, hands out and at the ready. The Briton paused as Angela threw an insult her way, tensing up as if the Frog had just slapped her. "Fucken' Minger." She spat back, glaring bloody murder at the bitch.

As appealing as bashing the bitch right in the face was, Millie suspected that going on the offensive while still feeling the ill-effects of Angela's assault on her leg was likely a bad idea. So she stood her ground, watching her foe carefully for any move while slowly limping her way to the side.

[Devastated]

Eyes filled with nothing but hate for her Briton enemy...the two couldn't really be called rivals with how they saw each other or with how they went at each other. They were enemies as much as much as any enemies had ever been. Angela had her eyes narrowed and when she heard that insult of Millie be thrown towards her, she would simply grit her teeth and growl. Pushing through the pain in her side, Angela rose up with her arms raised!

That leg still looked as if it hurt, Millie was clearly favoring it. She figured that a quick glance down towards that limb would show her intent! She pulled back her right leg, as if she was going to send a kick straight towards that knee! Yet, it would never come.

Instead Angela had tried to psyche out her hated foe, moving in close instead to drive an uppercut into that solar plexus of Millie while she was hopefully caught off guard. Right after which she would throw a kick towards that hurting leg of Millie for good measure! " Sale Chienne!!" She'd insult the green leotard wearing fighter!

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Eyes full of burning hatred, Millie met Angela's gaze before physically spitting to the side as if to solidify her opinion of the frog bitch. She watched as Angela rose up, arms raised, and narrowed her eyes. The Briton's hands came in to a defensive position, clearly she was planning something - and the glance at her knee just proved it.

Millie shifted her leg back, arms going down to intercept the incoming kick -

"GRAH-!"

A scream of disbelief escaped Millie's lips as a burning pain shot through her chest, bust bouncing painfully as she stumbled back from the blow to her solar plexus. Her arms faltered for a moment as she stared at the blonde in confusion, expression a mixture of pain and rage.

"HRNK-!"

A second cry, this one more pained came in short order as the Frog's foot kicked into her already-injured knee, leaving the Briton to fall to the ground, crumpled up beneath the black and white leotard-wearing foe!

[Devastated]

Angela would move the back of her arm up to the side of her face, deciding to wipe some spittle from the corner of her mouth as she looked at Millie crumble from that kick to her knee. She wouldn't stop there, Angela was looking to wreck this limey bitch of a rival of hers. She would kick at the woman's side trying to make her roll over onto her front.

From there, Angela would take one handful of hair from the back of the woman's head, her other hand would reach back and take a handful of thighs from that green leotard ass of Millie. Deciding to pull her up to her feet in a doubled over position, Angela would take to a charge with Millie!! Aiming to use the limey's head as a battering ram....for Angela was charging at full speed and seeking to ram that head of Millie straight into a nearby vending machine!

Right into that plastic glass cover that blocked people from just taking what they desired from the machine without paying.