Mina Harker Vs. THE Cyclops

X-Men? Ex-Men... formerly multiple men... No, that didn't make any sense at all. She's barely one woman! Mine's center of gravity was low over Molly, her head cocked to the side as she leaned in to "feed" from her first victim. Long, pale curls tumbled down over the Cyclops and framed Mina's face as she hissed softly. Her warm breath rolled against Molly's skin and then... nothing.

The girl's final upheaval unseated the ghoul. While she wasn't exactly sent sprawling off of her, Mina was toppled to one side leaving her laying half on top of her opponent, a leg and arm draped across her as if they'd been cuddling. The thrall's head rested against the mutant's shoulder, still just inches from her beautiful throat. With an "oof" as she tumbled onto her side Mina hurriedly scrambled to try pushing herself up with one hand, the other occupied with fixing her top before her near lack of breasts were flashed to the likely uninterested audience. "Fool! I offer you immortality! You could have the sort of power reserved only for gods! How dare you refuse us!"

Mina was not known for her practicality and her current outfit was a testament to this fact. She was heavy on theme and light on... anything of substance. Once she was certain that she wasn't going to suffer an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction she looked up just in time to see the heavier girl charging straight into her. With no time to react, at least not as slow as her reactions are, she could only raise her arms in a shielding motion to protect her face from the impact.

Their bodies collided clumsily sending the little ghoul tumbling backwards with a pitiful yelp. Losing her footing she crashed down onto her shoulders, legs up in the air, to roll over in a display of petticoats, bare legs, and frilly underwear. Crawling up onto her knees with a little harumf of embarrassment she glared at the mutant freak with a crinkly-nosed sneer. "You will beg for slavery when I am through with you!" With that she would spring up from the mat to throw a wild slap towards Molly's cheek. Not the most effective move, but it just felt so right!

The resounding sound of hand meeting face was strangely satisfying, leaving a fiendish smirk spread across Mina's pale features. Her hand was stinging slightly, but that blow was well worth the pain. If nothing else being slapped like that must be absolutely demoralizing.

Lost in a moment of thought, reveling in her assault, she didn't think to put her guard back up. It's hard to guess what she expected to happen after slapping the other girl, but apparently she didn't expect to get hit back. Her head snapped to one side with a whirling cascade of silvery curls as Mina's cheek was left red beneath the thick layer of pancake make-up. Reflexively her eyes watered slightly, but she blinked the tears away before anyone could see.

Bringing up a hand she touched her cheek as she turned back to Molly with a look of great offense, her lips pressed tightly together. "Oh, you're going to pay for that. Freak!" Lunging forward again she would attempt to seize Molly by the hair, trying to push her towards the mat by the head. Unfortunately, Molly did still outweigh Mina, who didn't exactly have the strongest arms so this would most likely just result in some uncomfortable tugging.

In a savage, if somewhat feeble, attack Mina forced her enemy down to the mat by her silky hair. Panting heavily she fell to her knees, leaning over Molly as she pushed the girl's head against the mat. She didn't have a part 2 to this plan, just this. Without more training she continued to fall back on simple catfighting.

Letting go of Molly's hair she would instead seize the girl by the front of her stretchy outfit, lifting her up slightly from the mat. With her other hand she would throw out another slap, this one less deliberate than the last only glancing off of the girls head at best. "Stop fighting and just serve us!" She screamed between a sniffle, her eyes still watering now both from pain and runaway emotions.

Mina had her hand raised, ready for another shot when her victim cried out like a punished child. For a moment the Welsh Witch seemed almost confused. Could she do that? Slowly she let go of Molly and sat, straddling the girl's stomach, her hands lowering to rest upon her own knees as she panted for air, her make-up running with sweat and tears, as she stared down.

This was the first time she'd actually beaten someone. Part of her, perhaps the human part of her, felt bad for battering the other girl as she had. Slowly she dismounted Molly to sit at her side, and with both hands on the girl's shoulders would try to pull her up into a surprisingly clean and friendly hug around the shoulders. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd let her emotions, her anger mostly, run away with her that left her feeling so apologetic.