Warriors and Priestesses. (For killcarrion)

Chuang was known for his striking capability, moreso than his Sister Qi. The young man had broken his fair share of wooden planks in his training, and later him and Ms Lingxian had moved on to try their luck against large ice blocks. Although that required some handwraps after that sort of training. When training with others the parents of Qi and Chuang made sure they interacted with the other students, to help them socialise with others as well as train too. Although after several sessions most people had become a tad reluctant to go up against the Lingxian siblings, but remained friends with them to this day.

Mikoto's takedown had reminded Chuang of Qi, since coming to Friction his Sister had adapted and learned wrestling moves to bring the enemy down if her palm strikes and kicks didn't get the job done. As nice as the position was though Mr Lingxian knew he had to get out, drawing on his time in fighting where if he was knocked down he'd work to get back up as quickly as he could.

In putting his fists to good use the Chinese warrior had forced the Japanese priestess to get off of him, she had left her belly wide open. Painting the target more or less for Chuang to take advantage of, when Mikoto lurched over him the young man was trying to focus on only the task of getting her off him. Key word trying, the outfit under Mikoto's coat was of course exposing her ample chest.

Mikoto was still able to get up faster than Chuang, given her better vertical position over him. But still as soon as Chuang could rise up he would, his style of fighting required him to stay on the enemy as close as possible. But this meant that Chuang would end up rushing into the clutches of the priestess, that was a front headlock. Mr Lingxian grunted out as Ms Kusanagi locked it in, his head was close to her chest. Chuang recalled the time at the beach when he and Mikoto took part in a group photo, but this was no time to stand about gawking. The Chinese warrior considered trying to start swinging his fists again, but he didn't want to be too predictable. With that in mind Chuang tried to use his upper body strength and try to push and shove Mikoto into a ring corner, use what Qi suggested in his matches. Use the ring to his advantage.

Leaving herself in such an unguarded state for Chuang to capitalize on was an uncharacteristic lapse in judgement for the priestess, one she could already hear her father scolding her for in the back of her head. Perhaps it was due to prematurely patting herself on the back after having taken the lead in the match so early on, or underestimating how much sheer power was behind Chuang's dynamic strikes. But in reality it had more to with having him pinned down to the mat had caused her mind to mentally check out of the match at hand...drifting more towards how Chuang seem to be even cuter from this positioning...or how toned his abs felt beneath her rear...

All distracting thoughts that earned left her wide open for several gut punches, jolting her back to more pressing matters and a sparing match she had no interest in conceding to this day!!

The priestess bore down on Chuang's trapped head with several straining tugs of the front headlock, tightening the coil around his neck until she could feel his exhaustive breaths against the side of her torso. Despite losing her mounted positioning, Mikoto knew the importance of maintaining pressure in any way possible. Her monkey flip had given her an opening she didn't intend to go to waste. Though before she could chain this into anything more substantial, the Chinese warrior would once again put his well-honed physical strength to the task of getting him out of a jam by abruptly shoving her off him and stumbling backward into a nearby ring corner.

"Nnngh.." Her lower back took the brunt of the impact, but the padding on the turnbuckles in this old ring wasn't what it used to be. The priestess let out a small groan from the spiked pain in her lumbar, leaving her momentarily stunned and hunched over slightly in the corner with her arms grasping the top ropes.

Chuang's response to close contact with the enemy was to try and strike them, it was hotwired within him alongside Qi as part of their training. It had served him well in the various battles that the young man found himself in growing up, this was how the young man would want to have his matches go. Still he knew that of course the enemy wasn't going to just stand around and let him do what he wanted, Mikoto had proved as much with her skilful moves. The monkey flip and front headlock had served as reminders that Ms Kusanagi could control and lockdown the Chinese warrior if given the chance, there was one niggling thought in Chuang's mind about how he admired the view of her earlier. But he had to focus! Qi would probably chide him and tell him to keep focused.

Upon freeing himself from the submission attempt by Mikoto Chuang took the chance to take a couple of deep breaths, the priestess could sure put a vice grip around the neck. If she had gotten Mr Lingxian down on the ground and into a submission then he'd have doubted if he could have escaped from it, it was directly a counterpart to his preferred style of fighting. One that the young man knew he'd have to deal with and get around otherwise he'd never go forward.

Speaking of forward Chuang had managed to shove Mikoto into the nearby ring corner, and it was rather odd. It looked as if the young woman had a bit of a rough impact there, granted in the past the Chinese hero had hit the turnbuckle before. Still Mikoto's hunching over made him hesitate, something that he knew in a real battle could hamper him. But the Japanese priestess had told Chuang to perform at his best and he knew not doing so against any opponent was considered rude, with that in mind the young man would try to advance forward and apply a standing headlock on Mikoto while moving to the ring centre. Taking advantage of the fact that she was hunched over so and it'd get her away from what seemed to be an unsafe corner, plus it'd let the Chinese warrior try his hand at submissions himself with his toned upper body limbs.

Given Chuang's already well-established expertise in physical strikes, locking him into a front headlock that left his arms free to easily wail into her may not have been the wisest decision when continuing to apply pressure. This decision was primarily due to Mikoto not having enough time to think of something more effective since the Chinese warrior was already half-way back up to his feet by the time she approached him. It was a split-second decision she hoped would subdue Chuang long enough before she could attempt to wrestle him down to the ground and engage in more mat-centric submissions where hopefully his fists couldn't help him. A hope dashed when, despite the firm grip she had on his cranium, Chuang shoved her off him and back first into the thinly padded turnbuckle.

The sharp pain in her lower back came as a bitter surprise to her considering she expected to bounce against the turnbuckle with little to no bounce back. It certainly wasn't how she would have liked to have been reminded that some of the pads in the ring needed to be replaced, something she intended to get around towards once she felt she could afford to do so. She had checked beforehand and the ring was entirely safe otherwise, though now replacing the padding was at the top of her list of things to do.

"Hggh..." Being wrapped up in the headlock wouldn't come with much resistance considering the shock had left her hunched over and an open target. The priestess groaned from the flexing bicep tightening against one side of her head, wincing her eyes shut from what felt like a granite rock compressing her face against his sculpted pecs. Chunag's well-honed upper body strength was once again bearing down on her, the muscled constriction keeping her locked in tight while she was guided to the middle of the ring. Once there she wrapped one arm around his back and extended her toned leg far behind her just to steady her hunched over posture. If Chuang wouldn't capitalize fast enough on his clear advantage, Mikoto would resort to one of the few options she has at this point. Pelting his lower back with several strikes to hopefully weaken the hold enough to shove him forward with enough momentum to bounce him off the ropes in front of him.

Chuang was no stranger to doing a headlock like this on someone if it was called for, sometimes if someone was attacking one of his friends he'd get the attacker in that briefly and then shove them away. But it was more of a warning sort of thing than anything else, during sparring with Qi the pair just pretty much punched and kick each other with grapples being kept at the minimum. So the young man hadn't really put himself towards properly testing out how good he was at constricting his opponents breathing, in the fights back home Chuang had thought it wasn't too practical. But wrestling was something that required a different tact, the ring and all that.

In response to his sparring partner's grunting Chuang was thinking about Mikoto's current state, Mr Lingxian had been in a ring before and knew the corner was supposed to have turnbuckles that sort of put you there. But in this hold the Chinese warrior was reflecting on it, maybe the Japanese woman didn't hit it properly or something like that. Looking down at Mikoto's head, and briefly admiring the long and beautiful hair of the priestess. Slightly pondering on if he should maybe start growing his hair now too, Chuang spoke with "Um, Mikoto you alrig ghn!"

The Chinese warrior's thinking and checking on the priestess had made him a bit ignorant of the current situation, something that Qi would have pelted him with admonishments for. Mikoto was hitting him with strike after strike, normally that was something Chuang could hang with no problem. But again he wasn't paying attention, and that had also allowed Ms Kusanagi to get herself into position and free herself of the prison that was Chuang's biceps and toned chest. And the result was Chuang was going to be sent right at the ropes, barrelling at them like a runaway bus and giving Mikoto valuable time to do whatever she wanted if she could get it together quick enough.

With positions now officially reversed from earlier, Chuang asserted control of the match back in his favor himself by applying his own side headlock on the trapped priestess. If you were to tell her Chuang was fully capable of keeping muscle bound bullies subdued in this maneuver, she was now hard-pressed to think of a reason why that couldn't be the case. The rock hard muscles constricting her head made the pressure instantaneous, allowing not much room to squirm free despite her best efforts. Not having much recourse other than to follow him around towards the middle of the ring, her mind raced to formulate an escape plan.

She briefly contemplated using her grip around his waist as a precursor to lift him off his feet and attempt a back body drop, but the stinging pain in her own lower back from earlier made her hesitate as to whether she could handle the weight at the moment. Instead she would simply take a page from Chuangs notebook and deliver swift strikes to rattle the Chinese Warrior, enough to have him lighten up on the hold and shove him off and running towards the ropes.

"Phew..." A wave of relief washed over the priestess once she was freed from the headlock, having room to think and air to breathe once again. She wouldn't have too much time to appreciate her freedom given that Chuang was already on his way spiraling back towards her. When Chuang would come into position, Mikoto would leap up high with her legs extended to wrap her thighs around his head. There was an awkward moment when the priestess remained seated atop Chuang's shoulders for a second or two as she shuffled forward and tightened her leg muscles against his cheeks, all just to make sure he was secure before being sent flying head over heels as she yanked backward in a dramatic hurricanarana!!

Chuang was sent right for a loop towards the ropes, his lull in concentration combined with the concern for his sparring partner made it too easy for the priestess to escape from the prison that was his headlock. Mikoto had much better in ring experience than that Chinese warrior, and so she had the ring awareness and savvy know how. Despite Mr Lingxian fighting since being a young child, a squared circle was someplace he'd yet to really mix up in. So this was coming back to bite Chuang right here.

His momentum carried himself right to the ropes, the Chinese warrior knew that he had to turn around and bounce off of them. Chuang had learned not to turn his back on any enemy, so with that in mind once he got close enough he would let the ropes take the pressure. It held well enough, and Chuang was on the rebound. But he wasn't going on the up and up as one usually thought with the term, he was rushing right at the Japanese woman.

And what happened next was so sudden, Mikoto was lithe and nimble. And the next thing Chuang knew she had her legs right on his shoulders, those boots of Ms Kusanagi making it seem that she had the legs to go on for days. Mikoto's leap had taken the young man off guard, and he stood in place wobbling slightly. There was something that was giving the Chinese warrior pause, that was the soft skin of her legs that could be felt at the back of her boots. It all actually felt rather enjoyable, that is until....

Mikoto sent Chuang for a loop with that hurricanarana, his eyes had gone wide in response to the sudden jerking about that he was unable to see. "Aah!" Chuang shouted in surprise, the next thing he knew he was tossed right on his back. Giving a slight wince at the impact on his back, but for the moment Mr Lingxian could only look up at the ceiling. And just wonder what the hell hit him there, his eyes rapidly blinking.

Upon gracefully leaping upon his shoulders, Mikoto took the extra few seconds not only to make doubly sure his head was tightly secured between her constricting thighs, but also to peak over her shoulder and gauge the distance he would be sent flying across the ring. As the more experienced ring veteran, Mikoto knew it was her responsibility not to endanger a rookie's well-being when it came to more complex maneuvers such as these. Though she did notice how he seemed to ease up and become oddly tranquil from this position, she certainly didn't want to flip poor Chuang out of the ring in his first spar. Thankfully not being the case as he was sent tumbling and landed close to the ropes with a deadening thud.

The priestess propped herself up on her knees after falling on her front side, wiping some sweat along with one of her hair bangs out of her vision. She rotated her neck and rubbed the back of her head as she arose back to her feet, taking the time to enjoy her newfound freedom from the vice like grip of his headlock. She approached the sprawled out Chinese warrior from above his head, no doubt appearing upside down to him from this position. Chuang appeared to have his head in the clouds, practically having spiraling symbols for eyes.

"...*pant*...You took that bump really well, Chuang-san. How are you feeling? It looked like you spaced out a little back there. Feel free to let me know when you wanna take a break or call it quits for the day..." Mikoto hoped the compliment would go over well to soothe any bruising on his ego. Despite her suggestion to end the spar early, the smile on Miko's face indicated that she was thoroughly enjoying this spirited bout. A fiery spark of competition lit in her eyes that came from what she felt was an enthralling spar that really got her heart pumping...even moreso from the brief stolen glimpses of Chuangs muscled form and how handsome he was~...even with his eyes swirling like that.

Mikoto bent down to grasp Chuang by his arm and gently coerce him back to his feet, intending to hopefully soften him up with further flips and suplexes before attempting a pin or submission to close things out.

Chuang was sent for a loop by Mikoto with that hurricarana, her sudden leaping and the feel of her legs near his neck had caught him off guard. Despite Mikoto at times being shy and demure, she had shown that she had better in ring experience and was capable of dealing with the Chinese warrior and nipping his moves in the bud. To be honest her being able to do all that was something that Chuang couldn't help but admire, it went along with the things they talked about earlier before arriving in the ring.

On the ground was something that in Chuang's years of fighting had come to dread, submissions more so. All that just didn't really fit well with the young man, but he knew that there would come a time where he'd have to find a way to deal with that. Qi certainly did, no reason for Mr Lingxian not to do the same. But Ms Kusanagi was intent on continuing with this, speaking to the young man. Which only helped to stir him back up, Chuang could tell when someone was addressing him most of the time.

Still the Chinese warrior did like the view that he had of the upside down Japanese priestess, her long hair was just something he couldn't ignore. It was so well looked after, and upon hearing her words and processing it Chuang gave a small smirk. "Meh, I was only out for a second. Not much more than the blows I'm used to taking on a regular basis....." Mr Lingxian saw the light in Mikoto's eyes, and knew she was still wanting to go on.

That said her next move seemed a bit odd, she was grabbing Chuang by the arm and trying to get him back up. Which to the young man felt like a bad move, considering how when it came to verticality Chuang was able to launch effective strikes against the priestess. But he figured it was time to try and do something else, a submission hold. This was a spar after all, a time to try out new things.

The Chinese warrior would try to get his arm free, and then move right up to Mikoto. And wrap his arms tightly around her waist and set her up for a bearhug, it would put his strong arms to good use once again. That said however the closeness of the priestess would result in Chuang putting himself awfully close to his sparring partner, with his head close to her ample chest. And not to mention the sparring had resulted in some sweat from both parties, which Chuang was going to need to compensate for by keeping Ms Kusanagi in close and tight. Even as a small blush crossed his cheeks from this.

The ebb and flow of the match was beginning to become increasingly apparent now that the pair had exchanged blows and got a feel for each others fighting style. Chuang's intense martial arts training in Kenpo was reflected in the efficiency of his strikes and the relative ease when it came around to muscling his way out of dire situations. It made engaging with him all the more tenuous, knowing that the Chinese warrior could easily overpower her and reverse the momentum of the match if she approached him in the wrong manner. Since engaging in fisticuffs with Chuang was obviously a recipe for disaster, and seemed perhaps too violent for a simple sparring match, the priestess decided to rely on her own honed strengths. Namely counter balancing her opponents weight in discombobulating flips and throws.  

Leading to her decision to raise the Chinese warrior back to his feet rather than pursue in her extensive repertoire of grounded submissions. As unhinged as Chuang appeared after being flipped across the mat, the priestess still had an inkling that getting close enough to apply an armbar or a triangle choke right now would only result in more jarring strikes. An unhealthy re-enactment of what happened the last time she performed a takedown on him and assumed she could start bearing down on him with submissions before properly softening him up with one more disorienting slam to the mat. It may have been a case of once bitten-twice shy, but it wouldn't take long for Miko to immediately regret her decision. Audibly gasping once the Chinese warrior sprung to life and lifted her off her feet in a constricting bearhug!!

"Hugh!!..." Mikoto cringed once the muscled pressure of the hold was brought to bear on her slim waist. An unfortunate side effect of Chunag wrapping her up while she was assisting him back to his feet was that her right arm was caught up in the hold as well, practically cutting off her options to retaliate in half. The tips of her toes barely grazed along the canvas as she swayed her legs, adding to the growing feelings of both weightlessness and helplessness. The fact that she was so handily hefted off her feet didn't bode well for her chances once Chunag started to really clamp down on the hold.

She peered forward and noticed the ropes weren't as far away as she had feared thanks to the distance traveled from her hurricanarana. With that realization she would reach forward and attempt to grasp onto the top rope, merely inches away once her arm was fully extended. Though with Chunag's head nestled where it was, this meant getting a rubbing faceful of her soft, heaving chest. The thin fabric of the shirt beneath her kimono jacket didn't make her feel his warm breaths against her cleavage any less, her own blush forming from the soothing sensation as the ropes became ever so much closer...

"...Nn...A-almost...there..."