Amy and King- The Hunt

Amy watched King make his slow approach, and she knew she should move away, but she was having enough trouble getting to her own two feet. King secured his fingers in her hair, and Amy cried out, her hands grabbing at King's to relieve the pressure in her scalp. Once he had her hauled back to her feet, she would kick out at King's shins, hoping to cause enough pain to get him to release her. Nothing good could come of getting caught in his grip.

King approaching the little Amy until he can reach for her hair to pull up slowly close to him, he can think all the wrong doing to her and no one can really stop him in the middle of the night. Pulling her up and glares at her while breathing heavily, he want to put the fear into her eyes and back of her mind but before it would probably sinks in, he felt a sharp pain on his shin. "GAHH!"

Letting her go and kneeling down, clutching his leg, really mad at her even more this time, the beast tries to reach out his one hand for her kicking foot and yank her off the floor, hoping he could twist on her ankle as punishment.

Once King had let go of her hair, Amy had started to move. By the time he was kneeling, she had already slipped behind the steel beam in a preemptive retreat, putting the support between them and preventing him from grabbing at her again.

Amy made a mental map of known weapon locations- the shovel stood on a wall just across from her, but she'd have to get past King to get at it. The tool box was just a little further into the site, but, even if she was free from his clutches at the moment, Amy hadn't yet shaken off the hit that she'd taken to her head; she'd need a moment before she'd feel ready to run in a straight line. That left one option- go on the offensive.

Amy faced the beam and grabbed a side. Then she took a swinging leap, keeping hold of the beam and letting the momentum carry her legs back around front to deliver a forceful kick to the kneeling King's masked face.

King now got a hold of her ankle and start twisting onto it, make it hurt like a bitch for her being one. He was tucking her ankle as much as he could before somehow she was reachnig out for something, not sure she got but he doesnt expect her to grab something heavy and use it on him, but what she did instead is using the beam and leap using her free foot to smack him in the face. "Urgh!"

The madbeast gets knocked down backward and letting her go at the same time, hurts like a bitch, growling in pain. He tries to recover as he could hoping to get up to his feet, reaching to grab whatever to help himself up. "Damnit.... ughh...."

It was a good kick- it cracked him through his dumbass mask right across his dumbass face- and it must have hurt, because even Amy's shin was feeling it. But King was already struggling to stand, bloodlust uncurbed and cursing all the way.

Amy stood still for a split second, trying to decide whether she should make a run for the shovel, or to press her advantage. The smart move would have been to go for the shovel; her head was nearly cobweb free, and she'd be much better off armed against King than not.

But her opponent was at her feet and wide open, and, under any other circumstance, she would have kept on the pressure. Her instincts got the better of her, so she jumped up, turned horizontal, and loaded up an elbow, aiming to shoot it straight into King's abs once gravity had dropped her close enough.

King groaned from getting kicked in the face like that, of course the beast is mad fairly fast right after that happened, he tries to get up and willing to crush that girl between the steel beams somehow and knock her out before, he gets his dirty fun on her lovable body, fuck her up every way possible for her nightmarish reality to come true.

Though while he was trying to get up Amy come crashing down using her elbow to take him down to the floor with her on top. "Urghh!" Grunt from the impact, the beast tries to recover as he could but since that girl is so close to him, he tries to grab hold of her by the head to get it under his arm, sucking up the pain while reaching for her outfit of the waistline and yank her up to throw her over him and back down to the floor like a suplex.

What the fuck am I doing? was Amy's first thought as she landed on King's torso. Her elbow really buried itself in there, and King let out a terribly satisfying grunt as a reward- it was comforting to know that she could hurt him unarmed. But her game was keep away, and for good reason; this was a man who had thrown her by the head with one fucking hand, after all.  

Having recovered her senses, Amy tried to roll away immediately after impact. Unfortunately, King was a broad man, and she had lots of body to cover before she was truly away; plenty of space for King to recover, stand them both up with her head locked in, pull her in close by the waist of her jeans, then flip her handily over his head in a rumbling suplex.

Amy crashed into the dirt floor, which, while much better than concrete, was still fairly punishing to be slammed into by a giant man. She arched her back against the pain, then groaned as she slowly got to her hands and knees in preparation for returning to her feet, "Fuck, dude, watch it- there's probably stray nails all over the ground, here."

King got hurt yes, the girl pisses him off a lot yes, Amy tiring out the beast from chasing all over Japan yup, no longer now that both individual cornered in the construction site and shes really nailing him until her mistake for jumping onto King and able him to counter out by pulling her up in his hold and flipping her over and down to the dirty floor, hard, panting a bit before rolling to his feet, on his knee and hearing her complaining about something.

"Huff.... then you should of let me.... huff.... kick your ass way back there then!" He smart mouthing her before pushing to his feet as he could, hoping to reach for her hair and using it like a leash and take her a bit away, somewhere 'safe' while still in the construction site, possibly near the other steel beams on the grounds, seem a better spot. "Maybe here would be good huh?" Hoping that he could exchange his hand to the other hand, reaching for her throat, giving a quick lift and throw her down on top of the beam, giving her a second thought on what she did to him.

Just as Amy was about to return to her feet, King reached out and grabbed her hair again. His fingers snarled themselves around her blonde tresses and pulled her off balance. Then he started to drag her, caveman-style, across the dirt floor, making Amy cry out and try and grab at his hand to try and relieve the strain. He was holding her too high for her hands to help support her body weight by crawling along the floor, but too low for her to get her feet back under her. Not that it would have mattered much because he was moving too quickly for her to even try and trip him up with her legs.

Fortunately, they didn't have far to go. Without warning, King let go, and Amy fell unexpectedly to the ground. In the split second that it took for her to realize that she had an opportunity to escape, that window had closed; King swept forward, locking his mitt around her neck. Amy's eyes grew wide as her feet left the ground, her hands flying to his wrist to try and offset the pull of gravity on her neck. Suddenly, their isolation (and the absence of refs) was all too salient. Then the moment was over- King threw her so that she landed backwards on a pile of poor steel support beams that were just minding their own business.

Amy's spine cracked painfully against their edges, and she arched her back again. She tried to cry out, but all that came out was a hoarse wheeze. She couldn't move for the moment, so Amy could do little but take in her new surroundings; the shovel was no longer an option (goddammit!), but the toolbox was now close enough to see. Now, if only she could figure out a way to get it down from the top of that scaffolding...

King can feel angry slowly dying down due to beating the hell out of Amy right now, even worsen her body with a bit of a chokeslam slamming her down right on top of the steel beam, the poor pathetic girl would of scream from that impact but nothing girly yelp came out but just her wheezing and the sound of the metal ringing by her body slammed, course King let go of her throat right after and looking down at her, panting away just like him. "Grrrr.... I'll forgive you about all of this.... if I can fuck your body up!" meaning he want her body, have his way with her.

But since she might use other weapons around the construction site probably best to isolate and injure her hands so she wouldnt make any use of it. So the beast reaching down for her wrist and pulling it between his legs with his ass facing her, lock and trapping her arm trying to twist her wrist, see if she'll scream or not. "GRRRR!"