So A Italian Walks Into A Bar...

Part of Diana wanted to smile, that stooping to Duffy's level even for a second got such a strong reaction. She didn't though, after all. She needed to focus.

Her smaller foe rushing her throwing caution to the wind, Diana brought her right arm up and wide, with a similar motion to her foe, albeit without clenched fist. Grunting into her bared teeth as the strike hit dead on to her chest, trying to resist the urge to wince, the arm circling her foe would try to latch around the back of her head, before trying to pull her close, aiming to press the side of her cheek to Diana's own side in a side headlock of sorts. Ironically, somewhat close to the chest Duffy had just struck!

"Gh!"

Duffy's fist struck true, but it seemed like Diana simply brushed it off. The ornery Scot was surprised, but she just showed anger on her face. Cocking back for another rough, she was yanked into the standing facelock, right against the Italian's plump breast.

"Rrrrgghh!"

Duffy growled in frustration and balled her fist and tried to drive it upwards into Diana's other tit to try and force Diana to release her.

Diana didn't exactly brush the strike off. She merely powered on through it, having been through enough matches and fights to know that tanking a hit now could mean control was yours. Case and point, as Diana held the smaller woman close, but by no means intending to smother, or turn the moment erotic.

She'd again try to tank the hit, this time to her other breast, somewhat lucky Duffy didn't decide to build on previous damage. That, or she simply missed, given her obscured view. That been said, even a fresh target taking a strike from Duffy couldn't ignore it fully.

"Little...fucker!..." She'd again mutter, baring her teeth, considering more and more a full on brawl with the Scot, over trying to restrain her.

If Punching wasn't going to release her, as the Scot was still clutched firmly against Diana's big breast and her powerful arm, Duffy thought maybe something else might work. She unclenched her fist and sunk her nails into Diana's plump breast and twisted her wrist like she was turning a dial.

"CUNT!" She screamed again and tried to drive a knee into Diana only to feel something grab her from behind. Finally the bouncers showed up and they were quite big. One practically tore Duffy free, while the other reminded Diana with his presence that he was half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier and that resisting wouldn't go so well for her either.

"Put me down ye ruddy poofter!" Duffy bellowed. "Me an the lassie'r just 'avin some fun!" She growled, though her normal joviality, usually presence even during a friendly brawl, was quite removed and as she was tugged away she tried to hold onto her breast claw as long as she could.

Whilst Diana's endurance was simply what you'd expect for a woman of her size and tone, she'd gained somewhat of a knack for baring her teeth through agonising moments, even when the pain was far too great to ignore. There were few moves that could outright make the Italian scream, especially without working away at her first. A breast claw was such a move.

Chest squeezed and twisted with outright brutal ferocity, Diana's arm would remain tense but by no means trying to stay locked; a simple reaction from the sharp pain running through her body as she let out a fierce roar. She soon found a new set of arms finding their way into the fray, hooking around Diana and trying to yank her away. She didn't start the fight, but she wasn't exactly making efforts to diffuse it.

To her outright agony, she still found the smaller Scot clad on her body in lewd fashion. Even amidst the pain, with distance being gained at the second as she was dragged back, she finally decided to fully stoop to Duffy's level. Roar turning fiercer, she'd shoot a fierce straight jab right at her foes forehead!

Diffy had a firm latch on Diana's big tit, even as security tried to haul her away. Despite the man's size, Duffy was like a wolverine and wasn't letting go now that her claws were in her prey. Diana, however, proved much more apt at disloding the Scot from her bosom as the meaty fist crashed into Duffy's head.

Duffy's head snapped backwards as her eyes shot into the back of her head briefly and she slumped against security. Her arms dropped to her sides and she huffed as she was dragged, groaning and shaking her head a second later. She looked up at Diana with a weary gaze, but behind her blurry vision there was still some fire in her eyes.

"Cunt..." She muttered. "We'll fuckin settle hits." She growled.

Diana's strike suffered a loss of momentum, considering a somewhat beefy figure was hoisting the Italian back. It wasn't a knockout strike, but it did the job. It made Duffy damn well feel it.

Part of Diana wanted to try to stay; to try and do yet another action to piss the Scot off. Ultimately she decided against it, given that she didn't exactly want a brawl with a small security team, nor did it feel like she could actually piss Duffy off more. Instead, she shot a cocky grin at the Scot, as she sent her threat. As she responded, she went with her somewhat signature response to pretty much everything that wasn't a kind gesture. Her arm still outstretched from the strike, she'd extend it once more straight, before giving Duffy a middle finger.

"Whatever..." She yelled, acting as if she didn't care for the womans threats. When she knew full well, she'd be seeing Duffy again soon, whether the Scot came to her...or not...