An Assassin's Attraction (For SubtleRoar)

[CyanDimitrik]

Yet another punch, Drake weathers. Finally released, he falls back and rolls away with a groan. She was screwing with him? The whole time? Why? What's the damn point? Just to get a few cheap shots in a match without an audience? A match that ultimately means nothing other than possible bragging rights? It's not only confusing, but irritating.

"What the Hell, seriously..," he mutters as he recollects himself. Lifting to his feet again, he turns to face her with a scowl. Match on.

He moves forward, hands raised to invite a lockup. And shoulder she accept the invitation, he intends to drive a knee into her midsection while her arms are raised, looking to open her up to get the ball rolling.

[SubtleRoar]

"Aww, don't tell me you actually fell for it? Just a little bashful blabbering and you were putty in my hands." *Relishing just how effective her cleverly orchestrated plan worked, Kieda ducked into Drake's guard and welcomed his ire-fueled attack.*

*His rising knee caught her eye, and her ribcage, as a anguished grunt escaped from within her. She floated sideways, generating a tincture of momentum before delivering a retaliatory kick to the back of his left hamstring, hoping to leave her mark and cripple him for the match.*