Meeting with the Crimson Eye (Phoebe and Seraphim)

Phoebe slowly rose to her feet, stirred on by Seraphim's taunt. "Tough talk from the girl who just barely escaped a hold," she replied while panting. Slowly, she shook her limbs out and assumed a stance.

Concentration was getting difficult, especially after that last hold. Still, shaking the cobwebs from her mind, she was once again focused on the clarity of battle... however tenuous that focus might be.

Seraphim had to be hurting now. There was no way she wasn't feeling the pain. Of course, Phoebe wasn't exactly in a better way, especially letting Seraphim get back on balance.

Too late to lament that now. There was nothing to be gained from caution except from letting Seraphim recover further. Closing in, Phoebe would attempt once more to try to test Seraphim's block. Her limbs were too guarded in her stance to grab and Phoebe didn't have the energy she needed to try to power through her block. She would just throw a few jabs, aiming to see if pain made Seraphim less cautious, maybe she might expose herself.

Or maybe she might go on the offensive.

Seeing Phoebe rise, it only made Seraphim's expectations increase, and the pained and confident grin had remained, watching as Phoebe got to her feet. "I-I was just faking it." She lied, clearly from the initial stutter being a little surprised by Phoebe saying that. She wasn't going to let her think any less of her for that!

Seeing Phoebe get closer, Seraphim remained on her toes, wondering what to expect. Phoebe had been pretty well rounded, so she wasn't aware of what she might see, but none the less, she kept up her defense, awaiting for Phoebe's attack. Then, as the violet haired girl threw her punches, Seraphim started to block, still mustering up a decent defense with her forearms to block most of the attacks. She didn't seem like the type to avoid them completely, instead letting her forearms take the hits as she would block. Though the last one in Phoebe's barrage had knocked Seraphim just below the breasts, causing her to cough out a little, nearly losing her breath again if it went any lower, but still standing. In retaliation, Seraphim threw a few punches of her own, deciding to go to where she was still sensative as Seraphim threw a strait right, and soon a hook left both towards Phoebe's breasts again. [size=85:28i3k557]...She wouldn't have minded going for a grab there instead though...

Satisfied to find her way to delivering a blow to Seraphim. The woman's counter blow nearly caught Phoebe off guard... the second one struck Phoebe's still-tender breasts. She hissed, steeping back slightly, reigniting the pain from the previous blows to her orbs. Motivated now more by a hint of anger welling up from the abuse her breasts were taking than anything more rational, Phoebe would lean back aim a kick straight at Seraphim's chest.

Once again, things were breaking down to a striking match; a strong preferance for Seraphim, and she wouldn't have it any other way. When her attacks hit, she gave a sly grin, enjoying the reaction she would get from her and getting an enticing desire to do more after seeing the pain on her face. She might hit there a fewmore times for good measure, it seemed to bother her after all, and Seraphim always did like to get on her opponents nerves.

Readying herself for a few more attacks, her guard dropped when something else happened and stopped her dead in her tracks. She saw Phoebe's slender leg rising up, and without time to react, her boot went right into Seraphim's chest, once again rattling her and making it difficult to stand. Or for that matter, breath as she felt the wind again become knocked out of her, and she doubled over, coughing a few times in desperate attempts to stand firm. She wasn't going to become vulnerable like that again! Even if the hit was now where near as powerful as the vicious double-fisted attack, the spot she hit was still sore, and Seraphim gagged as she stumbled back, getting closer to the ropes as she rubbed and clutched her pained chest, eyeing Phoebe just barely as sweat poured from her face and she bared her teeth through a clenched jaw, like she was going to viciously strike once this pain left her.

Phoebe wanted nothing more than to bring this match elsewhere. Normally, she preferred to strike, but Seraphim's stance belied expertise there. Never attack your opponent where she is strongest.

That the kick struck true was a blessing. Knocking Seraphim back, giving Phoebe another chance to hold the momentum. She capitalized eagerly, only taking an instant to eye her opponent with a tired but still calm look on her face, just as drenched in sweat as Seraphim, if not more so. She charged in once more, aiming to slam into Seraphim with all her weight using a shoulder tackle. She wasn't exactly built for throwing herself around, but it allowed her to get in past Seraphim's guard, which is what she wanted. Hopefully, she could slam Seraphim into the ropes and maybe deal a few blows to her stomach there.

Her mind was focused once more on just breathing, the thought more painful than one would think, as her lungs felt rattled and every breath she took started to hurt. Pain may have been something she could shrug off like it was nothing but a pinprick, but without even being able to breath properly, it made things much more difficult for the girl, and she was finding her tactics begin to crumble under the weight of this stress and agony.

Then, as she tried to recooperate, she could see Phoebe coming at her, quick, but not as nimble as she was before. Seraphim was the same though, unable to bring up a proper defense as Phoebe's shoulder slammed right into her chest, smacking into her soft breasts like they were a mass of pillows, and causing Seraphim to yelp in a higher pitch than a person would expect from her. She stumbled back from the blow, only to realize it was the end of the line, and she fell into the ropes behind her. Both turnbuckles were about an equal distance from her, so the ropes really bent back under her, and Seraphim was leaning into them with all her weight, not even facing Phoebe at this point. She was huddled against them, her whole body turned until practically her back was facing Phoebe, and both arms draped over the ropes like they were the only thing supporting her. This wasn't going to be the end though, Seraphim continued to tell herself to just get back up, there was still plenty she could do. But for this moment, she let the ropes help her remain, needing a few moments to recooperate and was panting for a solid breath, even though she doubted Phoebe would give her the time for that.

Exhaustion was catching up with Phoebe. She followed Seraphim into the ropes, Phoebe's arms reaching around Seraphim to also brace herself against the ropes, just barely holding herself from falling into Seraphim. This fight had taken its toll on both of them, but neither was willing to budge.

Phoebe had the advantage at the moment, however fleeting. Slowly, with a start of effort, she would force herself to pull one of her hands off the ropes and aim to drive it into Seraphim's side repeatedly. The blows would come slowly, but still forcefully. It was all she could do. She would probably collapse again after all this was over, but not before Seraphim.

'Come on Sera... this.. this is nothing.. you can continue. Just get up, one foot, then the other..' trying to push herself, even Seraphim was finding her limits. She was known for being unstoppable, impossible to knock out or fall before she took out not one, but several other people at once. It had happened before, plenty of times on the streets even. There was even a time where she had ended up losing consciousness while still standing after knocking around a gang of about six guys, giving her quite a reputation on the streets. But Phoebe was truly something else, and Seraphim could feel her limit coming in site.

Leaning on the ropes, turned away from the girl, she could feel the ropes give more way as Phoebe ended up using them too, both girls incredably close to one another, before Phoebe decided to press on, just as Seraphim thought. She barely seemed to make a reaction when Phoebe hit her, her side aching, and a small fidget as she struggled to raise her leg and block with her knee, but this came to no avail, each blow causing her to flinch, letting out a small yelp each time, but nothing more.

After the fourth hit, Seraphim once again proved to break the boundries as she started to push herself up, biting back this pain like no other. But it never came for an attack, and when Seraphim got to her feet after the last attack, the almost immediattly gave out, causing Seraphim to collapse forward, falling right into Phoebe. She was almost completely limp as she did, her sweat covered face falling into the girl's cleavage, and both arms falling onto the girl's shoulders where she had all her weight focused in, trying to keep herself upright, but probably putting enough weight into Phoebe to make her fall as well, Seraphim's entire body going into her at this point, unable to continue for the moment as she panted for breath, still concious but her crimson eye half shut by now.

Phoebe was getting desperate as she continued to pound Seraphim a third time, almost losing her balance once more. She was running on fumes at this point, motivated only by the desire to see Seraphim fall before she could turn this match around.

After the fourth blow, Phoebe's arms wavered. Her eyes shot open wide as Seraphim found the strength to push off the ropes and turn around, falling into Phoebe. Phoebe's legs could barely support her own weight, and Seraphim's added weight caused her to collapse almost instantly, smacking painfully into the mat, her arms falling out to the sides uselessly. Seraphim's head falling into tender breasts also caused flares of pain for Phoebe. Her entire body was sore, so this made her chest very sore.

Phoebe would gasp for breath, trying to find some energy, any energy, to get this woman off her. She could only muster the strength for her right arm to press uselessly against Seraphim's shoulder, trying to lift her.

Being nothing but dead weight at the time being, Seraphim as barely conscious as her face was buried in Phoebe's ample chest, barely even aware of what these soft mounds were until she struggled to raise her hand and try to push herself up and off of her. It was clear that Seraphim was in the same state as Phoebe, both girls barely able to summon the strength to continue, will and pride being the only thing pushing them by now.

Phoebe's body had helped break Seraphim's fall, but she barely was able to get anything in her body to move, and ust like Phoebe had, Seraphim was only capable of raising one arm at this point, trying to push herself off just as Phoebe was. Even then it was still difficult, and Seraphim hadn't been using the mat to push herself up, but instead pressed her hand into Phoebe herself to try and get up. Looking at nothing but darkness as her face was in the folds of Phoebe's cloths and between her breasts practically, Seraphim blindly placed her hand down, weak but still pushing behind it, as it mounted cleanly on Phoebe's left breast, using that to support her as she tried to get up. Unknowing of how she was groping Phoebe, and roughly at that, Seraphim slowly begun to rise, letting out a long, tired groan from the whole ordeal as her half shut blood red eye looked at Phoebe's, even now carrying a pained, but prideful grin from the corner of her lips, trying to decieve her that she wasn't finished yet.