Nathalie Christiaens vs. Theodore 'Theo' Logan - The Devil In Blue

[BlackAkuma]

What was this style? It was hard for Theo to put a finger on it.

She had some training, it was clear. He’d come across a couple of completely untrained people during his MMA stint, guys who thought they were hot stuff because they won a bar fight one time, and the telltale signs always gave them away. Their stance was poor, they made a fist the wrong way, they fell for every little trick and feint, easier to read than a storybook.

By comparison, Nathalie was far better, though she lacked some polish, moved less fluidly than he would’ve expected from someone who’d been formally trained. He was surprised she managed to evade the jab clean; that was one of his best punches.

The right cross caught her, though. She probably could’ve avoided, but she tried to come in on the half-beat, not giving him the proper space. She was eager, too eager, and she paid for it with a good shot to the face. He’d remember that.

Theo saw his opening. He moved in and drew back his fist, only to find his momentum sharply halt when something hard and fast crashing into his side. It took a split-second to realize it was her calf, shooting out with a halfhazard kick as she retreated. Not even close to a full hit.

It didn’t need to be. He got another taste of her power, right on the ribs, and this time it was enough to make him cry out and stagger to the side. He planted his feet before he could go too far, but turned back with renewed focus - he needed to do something about those kicks. He needed to get inside.

A charge, then. He ducked low, tightened his guard, and rushed into her personal space, looking to bulldoze through whatever offense she had ready for him. He opened his arms as he came in, wrapped them around her waist, and attempted to push her back into the corner at ramming speed, hoping to limit her options there.

Felt like a smart move. Willy didn’t agree. ]”Geez, dude, ease up.” He called out from behind the post, probably there to get a good view of Nathalie from behind. ”Not that serious.”

”That is not helping!”