[Flashback/Training] Wrecking Crew [Siiri]

[Koa]

In her attempt to get the stranglehold on Siiri, Koa was caught unawares and was gripped by the head. This didn’t look good. Immediately she had found herself in a compromising position, with her head clutched tightly and the blood flow cut off. It was tight, very very tight, and she could feel the heat immediately rush to her cheeks. Her eyes were dotting up with tears of frustration, but in her mind she was raging. Although she would not scream or cry or complain, she was furious.

Indeed, lucky for the girl, however, her sweat overcame the friction, and with as much strength as she could muster she had slipped her arm away from Siiri’s hold and pushed off the solid grown to twist her body and slide from the older Myrian’s faltering grip. She had, in that instant managed to release her head and bring the blood flowing to her brain, but her vision was dotted and blurred from the stress applied to her head. What a bitch, she snarled in her thoughts, but in that split second, she had shoved Siiri’s arms away, straddled her waist once more and delivered punch after punch to her chest, her cheeks and her shoulders.

Don’t. EVER. Do. That. AGAIN. Each punch seemed to emphasize her words in her mind, but she didn’t last long there, she knew Siiri would recover, and she needed to get off lest she be caught in that sickening hold once more. She danced away then, more secure, more confident, with a haughty expression and an icy glare directed at the other. She wouldn’t show it of course, but although Siiri was clearly getting the best of her, she was a force to be reckoned with, and she would learn much from this experience.

Siiri would become a great ally if she so chose.

“Come on, COME ON. This little duel is getting me pumped. Your little bluff was cute, Siiri, I’m sure you get along well with your little wrestling mates.”

[Siiri]

As Siiri had predicted, Koa did indeed get free from her chokehold, though not before turning her face red and leaving her dazed. The girl still bombarded her with several good hits before she could get her guard up however, one of them even tagging her on the cheekbone that left her seeing stars and and a bloody nose. Fortunately, Koa retreated to gather her wits, giving Siiri just enough time to recover herself. She stood up and resumed her stance, blood dripping down her chin. Both of them were breathing quite heavily now – the duel was turning out to be quite a workout. Siiri licked her lips, as if gaining strength from the taste of her own blood.

“Story of the Snake that took on the Weasel. Remember that bedtime story? Turned out the Weasel was a Mongoose,” she grinned, teeth red-stained, at Koa, excusing herself for misleading her earlier as well as reminding the girl once again not to take everything at face value. “Nice punch, but I got something better.”

Her guard went up, arms raised high to protect her head from any counterattacks, Siiri sprang forward and unleashed a salvo of blows of her own, a relentless assault of knees and kicks intended to batter down the girl’s defenses and, more importantly, her will. Each kick was aimed at the other’s thighs; if Koa tried to check it by raising her knee to block it with her shin, Siiri would punish her with a knee of her own to the girl’s unguarded side.

It was a brutal display of fighting prowess, and a lesser fighter would have folded at the onslaught already, but neither girl wanted to give in to the other and admit herself the weaker of the two. Siiri backed off then, nearly halfway spent and trying to catch her second wind. Koa still stood straight despite having soaked up all the damaging blows she threw at her. The girl was like a wall – immovable. She could tell Koa would have a hard time even taking a step though. It was a safe bet the girl won’t be walking properly tomorrow with the amount of kicks she absorbed – much like Siiri won’t have much use for her arms from blocking her punches.

“Fall, why don’t you?” Siiri huffed at her, grinning once more. Her tone was tinged with respect and admiration now where there was none before. “You want to call this quits or go sudden death? I’m near to passing out either way!” She laughed, a good-natured laugh and not mocking. Koa definitely deserved a spot in her sparring group.

[Koa]

There was something about the sight of blood that got Koa immensely excited, whether it be her own or not, it didn’t matter. She enjoyed it nonetheless. Siiri was coated in it, her lips, her chin, dripping down her chest, and it was oddly attractive. She grinned herself, noting she too had bloodied knuckles and blooming bruises down the length of her body. Ah, artwork of combat at it’s finest. When Siiri stood, she waited, watching to see what she would do, but to her surprise, she had chosen to speak first.

Koa scoffed at her words. “Sneaky Siiri, like a slithering predator just waiting for the kill. I love it.” Then at her next remark she rose her hand and waggled her fingers at her in invitation. “Give me what you got.”

Oh, and she showed her alright. Koa stood with her arms raised as well, expecting punches, but instead she received blows below her waist. Instinctively she had brought her knees up to block several of the incoming kicks, only to be battered on her other, exposed leg, but her teeth clenched and no sounds of agony escaped her torn lips. She took it in strides in her mind, clenched her muscles tightly in her thighs, her foreleg to absorb whatever she could. Of course it hurt like a raging bitch, but she wouldn’t reveal that to Siiri, although the girl probably had an inkling it was damaging her outright.

But she wouldn’t give in. She wouldn’t. It would go against her very being to succumb to anyone. Yes she would admit defeat, grudgingly, but never would she become submissive. She would kick and scream til the very end.

When Siiri backed off, Koa still stood upright, but her legs were dangerously on the verge of buckling beneath her. Keep still, she willed herself. You’re not done yet, Koa. She’s still watching, wait. The younger girl looked up, responding to Siiri with another grin of her own. “Not a chance.” She took a step forward, wincing, but she meant to clasp hands with the older Myrian in a show of respect and friendship. “That was amazing. I enjoyed it greatly. And here I thought I wouldn’t be able to duel someone who actual knew how to fight one on one, unarmed.”

She waddled her way back to her towel, as the incredibly tiny rag would soak up all the sweat, grime and blood coating her entire body. But it was worth a shot. “Ten minute break, how about it?” She called back.

[Siiri]

Siiri rushed forward as the girl Koa tried to take a step towards her. She could see it clearly; the damage has been done, the muscles on her legs were locking up from the beating they received. The Painted One's legs probably felt the same way her arms did: numb and unfeeling. But she didn't need her arms to be able to walk home. With adrenaline gone, all the hurts they inflicted on each other were becoming evident to them. She knew the girl would not admit to the pain – neither of them would, it seemed – but hell if she would let Koa fall on her face because of her battered limbs. She would certainly take it as an insult though if she was helped to walk around as if she was some old crone. She did not endure the assault of kicks and legs for nothing after all.

Covering the act of catching her by accepting the proffered clasp of arms instead, it was Siiri's turn to stifle a cry. Koa's grip remained strong of course, unlike hers which she thought must have felt like a baby's caress to the other girl. Shooting pains shot through her forearm as they gripped at each other. The flesh around it felt thick and swollen as Koa's fingers wrapped around it. It took a moment for Siiri to master the pain before she could utter a reply.

“There's no more point in continuing this, you've shown me what I wanted to know,” she said, a grin on her lips despite the discomfort she was experiencing. What she said was true; continuing the fight would only aggravate the injuries they had sustained and would more likely create new ones. Koa had proven her mettle and Siiri was impressed by her performance. And she was not sore about not winning to admit just as much to the girl. “You are very good, but I think your skills would stagnate with your current training group. You should join mine. They're all a bit older, but I think you'll fit right in. I know a particularly good wrestler you would want to meet. He's male but, eh, he's very good.” Siiri was part of a group whose members were several years older than her. In truth, they were about the same age with her older sister, Tala. Having fought them whenever they teased her sister when they were younger, she grew up training with them as well. “Hit us up sometime, you know who to look for.”

With that, Siiri gingerly walked away, left arm pinned to her side, heading for the healers. Koa had actually broken the bone on her forearm and she only realized it now! She could feel the bones scraping against each other whenever tried to move the limb. But she didn't mid, she had found another addition to her group, one that could help contribute in improving their collective skill. The girl was an excellent boxer. In her musings, Siiri actually thought up of a better name for the girl should she decide to found a clan of her own in the future, one very worthy of her abilities: Koa of the Fists of Fury.

-Fin-

[Cayenne]

The wrecking crew indeed. The up and coming generation of Myrians is ready to roar. Great thread! I hereby award the following: Siiri Unarmed Combat - 4 XP Wrestling - 2 XP Tactics - 2 XP Lore - Brutal Beatings Koa Unarmed Combat - 4 XP Wrestling - 2 XP Tactics - 2 XP Lore - Brutal Beatings