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 Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 5:41 pm
With each crushing blow Rosalyn felt an increasing sense of satisfaction. Her opponent was defenseless against the assault, and she had effectively destroyed the possibility for him to create another generation of warriors in his name. That was assuming that he hadn't already done so, but in her experience, most young fighters were too focused on perfecting themselves to produce offspring and balance the responsibilities of parenting. She was fairly certain that by the third blow to his groin the damage had been done, anything more was just to receive the thrill that came with committing the act. It was symbolic of her dominance over this man. She had just deprived him of one of his most important duties to his family, his village, and his own personal pride.
But there was something off with the whole scenario. The observations she made were immediately placed at the back of her mind in favor to focus on what was happening, but something was amiss. She had crushed plenty of genitalia in her day, but doing so always caused a specific reaction from the victim's body. Her opponent did not show any form of this reaction. And while each connection was more thrilling than the next, that doubt in the back of her mind grew and pushed itself her active thought. It could be that her opponent had already passed out, but that couldn't be true. Could it be that this was actually an ineffective means to harming her opponent? Before the thought could even finish in her mind, Rosalyn saw her opponent's signal that he was still very much alive.
Rosalyn hadn't place much strength into her next strike, her efforts were more placed on pushing herself up off of the ground to stand and to get away from her opponent who had just spontaneously sat up. She wasn't able to avoid the grasp of her wrist, and as she got on her feet she took a step back with the left foot for a futile attempt to free herself. At least her quick reaction allowed her to escape the range of his other hand. But this was pretty irritating now, her opponent would not just stay down. She figured he should had known that he was beaten, and the frustration showed as her face quickly flared into an angry expression. Her fingers balled into a tight fist, more ku was pushed into the hand and stored there as she yelled,
"Why don't you just die already?!"
As she shouted out at him her left leg was already exploding up just after the ball of her foot touched the ground as she stepped back. Her knee was raised high and close to her body, the foot angled to be parallel to his chest. Then the sole of her foot was thrust quickly at the warrior's chest, the weight of her body placed into it with hopes that connection would drive him back to the ground hard and pin him there.
[Hot Touch Degree - 3]
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 7:57 pm
So close, the monster felt anticipation growing within those few moments. Perhaps she felt too. At any rate it seemed he at least got half of his plan to the desired degree. Never grasping the mouth meant that he'd never released the energy attack. As part of the clause noted by the asterisk. Regardless, this range was fine. Still sitting wasn't so much a problem when she couldn't rightly fully erect herself. Being that she was currently under the grasp of someone who was quite well anchored in a sitting position.
Still; we'll entertain this kick as if she has room and leverage to do so. As noted the left hand was free. Being the un-thinking horror he was at the moment; Hakujou's left hand would easily real back just enough to catch the blow. Fingers locked around her ankle as he threw her arm upward, jerking inward on the leg to cause her balance to shift backwards. She may not have fell; but if she was annoyed at first, then by now she was probably raige face pissed. This wasn't to say that Hakujou would get much further then this. Even as his grip continued to tighten, insane pressure threatening the very integrity of the delicate make of her ankle. Even as her ability to sear flesh through heat threatened the grip, it would simply sizzle and refuse to release.
Within Haku's mind-
The very image and analogous 'build' of this world is shaking currently. The flames themselves threatening to burst through like some sort of daffy power spilling through and over the fourth-wall. Still; even as we the viewers see the image within that flame soaked white intense world; we simply and suddenly perceive it all to flicker away. Like a candle suddenly blowing in the wind and struggling to hold on, the image ultimately fails and goes black as the only source of light ceases to exist.
Back within reality-
Notably the man goes slack. The monster; whatever he is at the point of allowing his curse to devour the better half of himself. It didn't matter at this point anyway. It was very clear who was more beaten and damaged here. On top of that- it was scary to think that a mere mortal was allowed to compete with the likes of this succubus.
Even in all of Hakujou's miraculous achievement in the ways of the human body, spirit, and mind; there were limitations. Refusing to accept them wasn't the greatest long term plan in the world after all. So it's here- In a pile of blood from his legs and c**k that the 'heartless swordman' would simply and suddenly go slack and fall backwards. The energy field created by his flow and control of Ki would cease nigh instantly; the curse marking itself ultimately retracting and spinning back into the 'sealed, and propper position'.
Those cold brown eyes would lose what life they held within those moments as shock set in. Unconsciousness was a side effect of this unfortunately. And Haku was only a man. A damn determined man with a scary back round; but still just a man.
Let queen nut shot have the win on the floor...
Let's see what the judges have to say about all this.
[Status: TKO via Combination of blood loss, pain, and over expense of Ki in the face of these factors]
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 8:29 pm
Rosalyn wasn't expecting for her opponent to be able to catch her foot, which would explain why she wasn't able to defend against it in the most effective way. As her body leaned forward trying to force her weight down on top of him, she suddenly felt him throw her arm while twisting her ankle. He was successful with bringing her to the ground and she landed over his right leg. The warrior finally had managed to get himself in a favorable position against the succubus. She struggled in his grasp, but she didn't need to struggle for long as it seemed her opponent had finally lost his strength.
His wounds must have finally caught up with him and he was no longer able to fight. Quite the lucky break for Rosalyn, she got out of a tough situation virtually for free. After feeling his grip loosen around her ankle she yanked her foot away and stood up, brushing off her arms. Her whole side up to her torso had fallen in his puddle of blood and it stained her costume. That was fine though, clothes were easy to find. The fight was over and there was little reason for Rosalyn to stay around. If her opponent wasn't conscious to feel the pain from being tortured, there was no fun in it.
But still, Rosalyn had to do something to let it be known that not only did she not approve of her opponent, but that she had completely dominated him as well. She stepped back before swinging her foot forward to drive it at his groin one more time. And then after that while she stood over him, she inhaled deeply to spit on his masked face. Completely unsportsmanlike. With a satisfied nod, she turned to start for the exit, hips and tails swaying as she walked.
Just another day for the succubus.
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