Stone Age Aggression: Diana Accera Vs Sabre

Yet again her iron foe struck Diana; only this time, aiming to smash the wind right out of her, rather than another sharp limb shot. Letting loose a high pitched yelp, Diana would finally release her hold, but not before giving a forceful and spiteful nudge with her foot. Rolling in the opposite way to Sabre, she'd slowly try to rise-her palm coming up to her forehead to wipe some of the sweat from it, as the Italian wheezed and gagged.

Sabre gave two growls. The first when Diana seemingly pushed her foot on Sabre's face to get momentum to roll. The second growl came when Sabre tried to get up but found difficulty in doing so. He cheers of the crowd died down to amazed talks and conversation about how both women could go on for so long.

The skull-masked woman turns her head to glare at Diana with her red eyes. She said nothing, only giving off as mean a glare as possible.

Sabre's glare was by no means lessened by her exhaustion, shooting metaphorical daggers right back into the Italian's own eyes. Diana wouldn't respond with such a gaze, instead simply locking her own set on with a determined mindset.

Hands back up, she'd slowly teeter towards the cave girl, eyes still locked, but secretly planning to go low once more the moment her foe presented her a chance. If she did, of course.

if she, her opponent, was getting up, then Sabre was going to do the same and struggle up onto her feet. The two women were now both past their limits. There was no reason for them both to he standing tall still. Sabre went after her opponent, throwing a punch high.

But her opponent had other plans! Diana can in low and slams her body into Sabre's, knocking her back down!

Pushing into her foe, the combined exhaustion of the two meant that Diana didn't have the strength to push hard on her foe, nor did Sabre have the strength to really resist. Landing on top of her foe, she knew she had to put out an end, before Sabre did the same.

Turning her body so that the side of her sweaty hip was pressing into the top part of her foes chest, her hands would clench whatever they could of Sabre, mainly her head and shoulder, as she tried to force a last ditch effort at a pin by keeping her shoulders down.

"One!"

There was just no energy to continue.

"Two!"

Sabre growls, but cant do much else as the body of the other woman simply lays on her. Sabre thought she wouldn't have been bested...

"Three!"

...But she was. Her red eyes went wide upon hearing that number. Her least favorite number. At the same time as a loss came, it was almost a relief. Any longer and either woman would have collapsed and fainted in exhaustion.