Re: [Tables Hardcore Match] Astrid Arvidsson vs Weiss Schnee - Like ice and fire
Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2022 12:25 pm
Any blow does not remain painless even for an attacking fighter. Every time, be it a fist or a foot, when the attack reaches the opponent's body, the attacking fighter feels pain. But, anyway, the human body, consisting of meat, muscle and bones, is quite soft compared to many other things. Sooner or later, a real fighter gets used to feeling pain during an attack and over time this pain becomes unnoticeable.
But it's completely different when the blow is directed not at the human body, but, for example, at a fucking metal chair, as was the case with Astrid. If this chair had been made of a harder material, then maybe she would have broken some bones. The impulse that went through her right arm was truly colossal. And it wasn't hard to guess that it made her angry. Anger and pain are a very dangerous combination. In the distant past, this led to very unpleasant consequences. Although the Norwegian woman learned to control it after some events.
Having found the strength to concentrate after this damn unsuccessful punch, the Golden Dragon wanted to put an end to this outrage, which began immediately after the bell rang. She really didn't have time to use a kick or even a punch to knock the chair out of her opponent's hands. However, she could still use her strength. The pain in her right arm was too significant, but Astrid was sure she could handle it. Throwing her hands forward, she grabbed the edges of the chair, stopping the white-haired woman's attack.
A white flash. Even if Astrid tried to understand how and why this happened, she would hardly find the answer. There was only a fact. Even before the blonde had time to do anything with the chair, her opponent pushed this chair forward. And the backrest of this chair crashed right into the chin of the descendant of the great Vikings. The fighters are not in vain trying to aim at this part of the head. Blows to the cheeks, cheekbones, nose, forehead and other parts of the head are extremely painful and effective, but every self-respecting fighter knows that a blow to the chin is the most hopeful way to stun the opponent, that's how the human body works.
This nasty blow was accompanied by pain, but the worst part was that it literally turned off the Golden Dragon's consciousness for a moment. Her hands relaxed and dropped. She involuntarily backed away. Her vision was blurred and although she was fully aware of herself, she could not raise her hands to somehow protect herself. And when she saw that the backrest of the chair was approaching her face again, only the instincts of made her turn her head to the side.
"Aaaahhhh!!"
Was it salvation? No, definitely not. The second blow was much more painful and this time Astrid did not hold back a scream. And this time there was no white flash. This time her gaze darkened. The Norwegian woman staggered, and then her body began to fall forward. The Golden Dragon dropped to one knee. Her head was tilted forward. She put her left hand on the floor, trying to somehow keep the balance. She covered her face with her right hand.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Even though she couldn't see much due to the severe stun, she felt something wet on her right palm. A thin trickle of blood was flowing from her nose. And it could be called luck in a sense. Because if she hadn't had time to turn her head to the side thanks to her instincts, then she would surely have received a broken nose. Although, of course, considering the fact that the Golden Dragon was in agony right now, she wouldn't be able to call it a consolation.
But it's completely different when the blow is directed not at the human body, but, for example, at a fucking metal chair, as was the case with Astrid. If this chair had been made of a harder material, then maybe she would have broken some bones. The impulse that went through her right arm was truly colossal. And it wasn't hard to guess that it made her angry. Anger and pain are a very dangerous combination. In the distant past, this led to very unpleasant consequences. Although the Norwegian woman learned to control it after some events.
Having found the strength to concentrate after this damn unsuccessful punch, the Golden Dragon wanted to put an end to this outrage, which began immediately after the bell rang. She really didn't have time to use a kick or even a punch to knock the chair out of her opponent's hands. However, she could still use her strength. The pain in her right arm was too significant, but Astrid was sure she could handle it. Throwing her hands forward, she grabbed the edges of the chair, stopping the white-haired woman's attack.
A white flash. Even if Astrid tried to understand how and why this happened, she would hardly find the answer. There was only a fact. Even before the blonde had time to do anything with the chair, her opponent pushed this chair forward. And the backrest of this chair crashed right into the chin of the descendant of the great Vikings. The fighters are not in vain trying to aim at this part of the head. Blows to the cheeks, cheekbones, nose, forehead and other parts of the head are extremely painful and effective, but every self-respecting fighter knows that a blow to the chin is the most hopeful way to stun the opponent, that's how the human body works.
This nasty blow was accompanied by pain, but the worst part was that it literally turned off the Golden Dragon's consciousness for a moment. Her hands relaxed and dropped. She involuntarily backed away. Her vision was blurred and although she was fully aware of herself, she could not raise her hands to somehow protect herself. And when she saw that the backrest of the chair was approaching her face again, only the instincts of made her turn her head to the side.
"Aaaahhhh!!"
Was it salvation? No, definitely not. The second blow was much more painful and this time Astrid did not hold back a scream. And this time there was no white flash. This time her gaze darkened. The Norwegian woman staggered, and then her body began to fall forward. The Golden Dragon dropped to one knee. Her head was tilted forward. She put her left hand on the floor, trying to somehow keep the balance. She covered her face with her right hand.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Even though she couldn't see much due to the severe stun, she felt something wet on her right palm. A thin trickle of blood was flowing from her nose. And it could be called luck in a sense. Because if she hadn't had time to turn her head to the side thanks to her instincts, then she would surely have received a broken nose. Although, of course, considering the fact that the Golden Dragon was in agony right now, she wouldn't be able to call it a consolation.