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"I've only just met you, Nya, but... how about a drink for me if I win, a drink for you if I lose?" she suggested, giggling a bit. "Unless you really, really want to get undressed in front of me~" she joked, as she made her way to her corner, her slow walk making her shapely butt look pretty good.

She hoped she hadn't gone too far with that one. But once she reached her corner, she turned around and smiled, putting her gloves up. "I'll try not to beat you too hard." she said, winking and waiting for her sparring partner to begin the match. "Ready when you are, Nya."

"Sounds good to me. Best of three then." she said, moving out of the corner and heading toward her friend, locking up to try and neutralize the boxers strikes. Launching her knee up into Lina's stomach, she aimed to keep her opponent off balance before she could bring those deadly fists to bear.

She pushed against Lina, aiming to back her into the ropes, but it was a struggle. She was just as strong as she looked.

With her gloves on, she couldn't exactly lock up, nor was it advantageous for her to try. A clash of styles... boxer vs wrestler. Mahalina skirted forwards, bouncing on her heels, moving similar to how she had when destroying that poor punching bag earlier. She kept herself moving constantly, to try and make herself hard to hit...

But Nya was a wrestler, and a wrestler's imperative was not always to throw punches. So that's why the knee caught her off guard and sent her stumbling backwards, clutching her stomach. "Oohhh!" she groaned, off to a bad start as Nya began to push her towards the ropes, too! She could only hope to stop it by slipping her glove out of Nya's grip (not hard to do, those things are hard to hang onto) and trying to send a hook flying at the Irishwoman's cheek!

The knees to the gut were just the start. Nya dragged the boxer along the ring ropes, trying to maneuver her into a headlock, pressing the woman's face against the side of her breast. Despite the awkward position, she held on tight, wrenching on the hold to disorient her.

However, to get the hold in she had to free her opponent's arms, which resulted in a glancing blow from her right hook knocking her skull. It wasn't much but it did stun her enough to break the hold.

Ah, perfect. The headlock, whilst painful (but rewarding her with a nice view), didn't last very long. Now Nya was a bit stunned, and Lina could take advantage. "One punch too much for you? Come on, Nya!" she taunted, grinning before sending a series of jabs into the stunned Irishwoman's face, and backing away.

She was back in her active, shuffling, bobbing state now. She wore a big, taunting grin. Who was to say she couldn't have any fun in boxing? "Try again, Nya!"

Now it was Nya who was on the ropes. Stunned by the glancing blow, she walked right into the fist of a taunting Lina, who sent a jab to her face every time she came forward. While not the destructive blows she had seen before, each added up to reduce the Irish Lass to a dazed state. Her legs felt like they were made of rubber, buckling as she tried so hard to keep her balance.

At her opponent's taunt, Nya aimed a wild swing and followed it up with a kick, praying she'd hit something.

Lina easily dodged the wild punch, simply ducking below it. However, she wasn't prepared for the kick, which slammed into her side and made her cry out in pain. Wincing, she'd retreat a bit, hoping that Nya didn't notice and wouldn't capitalize upon her side's apparent weakness. Sides. Those were something she would have to work on.

She now stood (hopefully) outside of the striking distance of Nya, bouncing on her heels and waiting for the feisty redhead to make her next move.

Nya did catch the effect her kick gave Lina, but to be honest, once the boxer moved out of striking distance, there was little she could do. SHe felt light headed from all the punches she took to her face, and to say she was a little off balance would be quite the understatement.

Stumbling forward, she threw a more well aimed punch with another wild kick to keep her opponent off balance, but with the boxer being in better shape than the Irish Lass, she had no idea if it would be effective at all.

Now Lina was in familiar territory, albeit with some kicks added in. Nya, to her credit, was an alright boxer. Lina most definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of those bare fists. Gloved strikes hurt enough!

Whilst Nya was decent, Mahalina had been boxing for most of her life. Once again, she dodged the punch, but not without giving her some credit. "Good try." she said, really meaning it as she was forced back by another kick. Although, it didn't hit her this time, she just stepped back.

"Don't quit your day job." the Filipina said with a wink, before trying to duck under any guard that Nya may have had and throw a punch into the Irishwoman's stomach.

Punch missed, kick missed. Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!!!! This was not looking good for the Irish Woman at all. To top all of it off, Lina was just taunting her. Not in any mean spirited way, but in a friendly, good natured sort. There was no ill will or intention in her eyes. She was just having fun toying with Nya.

Ducking under the redhead's guard, she gave Nya a wink, causing a blush to overcome her normally pale face. Before a word even left her mouth, the boxing glove slammed into her stomach with a heavy thud. Spit flew from her mouth, doubling over and leaning against her opponent to steady herself.