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Even though they were barefisted hits, Lina could take a punch or two. However, after the first punch landed and made her jaw crack in a cringeworthy fashion, she made sure that the number of punches from that volley stayed at one. Well, at least, she tried to, ducking under the second strike aimed for her face to try and pop up and nail Nya's chin with an uppercut. "Aha, not today!" the boxer taunted, her teasing self far more present than in the last round.

While Nya was certain her bare fist hits were doing more damage, the advantage was still with the more experienced boxer, hence why she needed to close the gap here and throw Lina around to soften her up.
The boxer was already incredibly agile, ducking under the second fist to nail her with a uppercut, sending the Irish Lass stumbling back into the ring ropes, rubbing her lower jaw. But the blow did nothing to wipe the smirk off her face. This spar was already incredibly hot between the two, sand the irsh woman was having so much fun going back and forth with the feisty filipina.

If an uppercut wouldn't get rid of that (admittedly quite sexy) smirk, perhaps a hook would leave her a little more shocked! Mahalina closed the gap, and had Nya in almost the ideal position. She was on the ropes, and it could only be better if the Irishwoman was in the corner or under her ass. She delivered her monster hook to the left side of Nya's face, hoping to send the redhead tumbling once more!

She, too, was having one hell of a time. While squashing her had been fun, going back and forth, trading blows, was even better. Now, if she could finish her off with a statement, a devastating volley of blows, well, she couldn't think of a better way to end their three rounds. "So cocky for a girl who's getting her ass kicked~"

Nya wasn't safe from the feisty Filipina, catching a sharp hook to her left cheek. The punch sent the redhead reeling across the ring in a desperate attempt to get away. Lina kept up the onslaught, unloading her punches into Nya's exposed gut. However, the Irish lass was not going down without making Lina fight for every inch she took in this fight.

Catching Lina's incoming punch, Nya decided to shut her up with a deep punch right into her solar plexus. A strategic shot would be enough to temporarily knock her senseless, and once Nya saw the opening, she'd leap up to nail her opponent right on the top of her skull with an axe handle.

Her glove was caught in Nya's hand, and she didn't have time to rip it out before the wind was knocked out of her lungs, causing her to stumble back, gasping and coughing. Getting hit there would hurt anybody, even a boxer like Mahalina. She looked back up at Nya, after she had finished retreating a bit, and frowned. "Ach..."

The longer this spar went on, the more bruised and battered the two women got, the more that Mahalina was liking the looks of Nya. She was redheaded— she loved redheads. That was a kink she got from her first girlfriend, in San Diego, a girl with brilliant red hair, a girl who was equally brilliant in bed. Maybe Nya was similar...

For what felt like an eternity the gloves were flying. A mix of uppercuts, lefts, rights, and gut shots intermingled with the grunts and gasps from both women. Neither were willing to simply la down for the other. Their pride was on the line here, each wanting to prove to themselves and to the other just how deep they were willing to dig in order to win. This went beyond a simple spar...this was starting to feel like a personal test of endurance.

Nya backed off from Mahalina, battered and bruised, but unwilling to fall. She had enough left in her for one more drive, enough to knock that sexy little smirk off her pretty face. The trick was making sure SHE wasn't on the receiving end of those dangerous fists. But that wasn't happening. She was gonna put this girl down for the pin, and then enjoy some nice drinks with her later. Short plan. Surefire plan. No way this was gonna backfire on her.

After what must have been half an hour of beating one another up, Nya broke it off. Mahalina had been generally on the winning side of their fight, landing loads more blows, but when Nya got a hit in, it really hurt. So they were both about that same by the end of the exchange.

That is, to say, drenched in sweat, bruised all over their midsections and a little on their faces, and panting. And yet, she still wore that confident smile. "Haah... phew... I'm still going to lay you out, Nya. Going to lay you out, then you're going to buy me drinks... and then I'm going to fuck you." she purred. She was beyond hiding it now.

"Oh yeah?" Nya panted, cocking her fist and stumbling out of the corner. One good hook, and she'd send this sexy Filipina off to dreamland. Taking a deep breath, the irish redhead fired off from the corner, running at top speed for her opponent. All her passion, her determination, and her will were going into this last decisive moment. Whatever happens now...well it was up to fate to decide what happens next.

Mahalina knew she wasn't fast enough in this state to dodge the punch currently rocketing at her skull. So, the only thing she could do was retaliate with a punch of her own, her hardest one so far, poised to combine with the momentum of Nya's red-haired head for what must be a KO.

Her punch connected at the exact same time that Nya's did, and Nya's put her on her knees. Her eyes rolled back, and then she fell forwards, onto her face. She wasn't awake to see if her spar-ender had served its purpose... she just had to hope it did.

The pair apparently had the same idea, making one last desperate swing in the hopes that it would be the finishing touch. Problem was, each of them managed to score a hit right where it counted. The moment Nya's fist came cracking against her opponent's jaw, the red glove socked her right between the eyes.

In an oddly comedic bit, both of them staggered as if the pair were drunk, before falling to their knees. Eyes fluttering shut, Nya pitched forward, falling right into Mahalina, who herself was knocked clean out. The pair slumped onto their side, bodies intertwined as they lay on the camvas, both out cold.