An Unstoppable Force (for Cicilia)

The two make their way towards the ring, both assessing each other. Pyrena was taller and certainly has more of a reach advantage and could probably keep Cicilia away. Of course, anyone that did fought the Greek would know that she's not all about power and reach. She has speed down and skill. Cicilia does have some power in her punches, as seen with the bag, a mental note to be wary about that.

Pyrena has a better chance against the Juggernaut but of course, never to underestimate your opponent. This might be Cicilia's first really challenge and she certainly was brave to step up. Then again, it was her idea. Both helping each other at the end of the day. That is if she doesn't hurt Cicilia too badly that she wouldn't show in any future matches.

Just a nice fight with a tough opponent. Nothing more.

Loosening up as she got into the ring to join Cicilia, she returned the smile to the German, bashing her gloves together, getting into a southpaw stance to match Cicilia's orthodox stance. Watching from her own guard.

"You too." Pyrena nodded before she would dash right in, not waisting time with the circling and just get right into it. Her right fist firing a quick jab to test her guard before she would fire a right hook towards Cicilia's side. Let's see how she would handle that.

Cicilia quickly ducked to the side as the woman came in with a quick jab, caught slightly off guard with how fast she sprung into action. Her punch was no joke either. Even though it was just a mere jab, she could feel the power packed behind her fist. Getting hit by a jab such as that wouldn't have been fun... she could definitely tell that... Speaking of punches, the juggernaut quickly stepped back as the greek attempted a quick hook to her ribs, her fist going wide but only just, grazing the boxer's arms as it passed in front.

She's no joke at all... Cicilia mumbled to herself, all her assessments being proven in these two punches. That hook? She would've felt that tomorrow if it hit and that jab? It was nothing to scoff at either... This woman was very nearly matching her in strength when she was in her slugger stance as WELL as possessing nearly identical speed in her swarmer stance! Was the best thing she could do to just keep playing defense until Pyrena got tired? Could she even last that long herself just dancing around the arena?

Cicilia gave the black-haired boxer one look and internally shook her head. No... She didn't look the type to have low stamina. Just look a that giant, all lean and in the prime of her life! She was practically all Cicilia's strengths in one beautiful package! How was she supposed to beat  the girl she was training to be? Well... you outsmart them. Test-time was over but she couldn't afford to go on the offensive JUST yet... It was too risky to seek out chinks in the woman's armor while she had her guard raised the way she did... Cicilia would have to wait for another attack.

Should Pyrena wait a bit before following up, Cicilia would slowly begin to circle her, watching intently. She wouldn't be goaded into an attack... she had to keep herself cool and under control...

Swarmer Stance

All to test the waters and make her own assesments, Pyrena went for that particular combo. And so far, Pyrena is witnessing much from the Juggernaut as she ducked to the side from her quick jab and barely grazing Cicilia's arms. Exhaling air with that hook, her emerald eyes watching the German as she moves. "She's pretty good..." Pyrena thought in her own mind. She certainly was no slouch at all. Anyone lesser would have been on their knees after that.

And maybe Cicilia knew that and was better to defend. She had hoped that Cicilia wasn't just gonna keep dodging her attacks, at one point, it would hit it's mark. They all do.

Pyrena watched as Cicilia changed stances as they would circle. Hmmm...a nice stance indeed, the Greek would have to be cautious on that one.

Waiting a beat longer before Pyrena would throw out a quick feint jab that starts a bit low on Cicilia's guard, before aiming a fast combination that is a little less on damage and more on speed, going for a left-right jab combo at head level, a right jab at the same level. The Dark-haired Amazonian goes low some, trying to land a hoot to Cicilia's side before going for a jab straight to the chin.

The two boxers took a moment to analyze one another, both having a good deal of respect for the other's respective skill. They circled each other slowly, each watching the other before Pyrena advanced again... Against Cicilia's better judgement, she joined her in the center, trying to cut the distance between her and the ropes by half. The last thing she needed was to back up 'till she felt the ropes at her back... If that happened, all this speed would be would be worthless.

Cicilia held up her hands as those jabs came in, the first deflecting off her fists, the second sneaking through and tagging her cheek, doing a bit less damage than it appeared, Cicilia ducked under the right-straight, throwing her own quick uppercut at the woman's jaw in response, hoping to get some offensive in. She'd follow up with a Strong-ish hook to the Amazon's side just as she attempted her own, the woman's fist striking Cicilia's rib with a strong *smack*, the force of the blow forcing out a good bit of air from the German's lips. She didn't lose focus, however, raising her guard to defend against that jab to her chin. Her gloves absorbed the impact well enough, allowing her to deliver her own offensive for a change. She'd throw a quick straight at the greek's jaw then following up with a hook with the same fist, pulling her arm away JUST short in the form of a faint. She'd duck low, hoping to snake under the woman's guard before letting loose a quick onslaught of uppercuts to the woman's stomach as well as hooks to her ribs, hoping that buy the end of this the number of blows she threw would compensate for their over-all lack of might.

Pyrena wasn't the kind of person to underestimate, one mistake and it could cost her. Plus it would probably make the situation sour and she didn't exactly need a Diana moment again.

Pyrena would probably be a bit of a special case for the German since her stance was balanced. It did not favor power, like the Slugger Stance, neither did it favor speed, like the Swarmer Stance. Not that it didn't lack the sheer power of the Dark-Haired Amazonian or the swift speed of course. Cicilia certainly respected that.

As Pyrena came in, so did Cicilia and what followed was a bit of a slug fest, ironic since the German's stance didn't fit. The first part of the jab combo hit Cicilia's leather fists but the second did tag the cheek of the raven haired German. The Right handed straight didn't hit it's mark, hitting only the air itself as Cicilia ducked under before retaliating and tagged the Greek with a quick uppercut, which although fast, did a bit less damage because of the stance.

A warrior in her own right, the Greek Pyrena carried on as she went for a hook to Cicilia's side, which in fact, the German went for the same move, the audible smack of the leather hitting Pyrena's side. That one certainly drove some air out from the lips of the Greek. Not deterred, the Amazonian kept on and threw her jab straight, but only finding the barrier that is Cicilia's leather guard, receiving a shot to the jaw for her attempts. Not looking to take another hit as Cicilia's, she made her upper body lean back a bit, pulling her head back just to dodge the hook. However, it would only serve to be a feint and soon Cicilia duck low and landed the first of the onslaught of uppercuts to Pyrena's abs. Grunting through gritted teeth, the swarm of punches was quick, true to the stance she was using and grunting as she took another while lowering her guard just to stop the low attacks from hitting clean. They may not have a lot of power on them but they certainly do more than sting. Pyrena wasn't gonna let the girl have her way though. If she wanted a battle, then she would get one with a strong warrior!

The Dark-haired Amazonian tweaked her balanced stance to be favoring power by just 10% more or so, her right fist soon came above and over. While it did meant she had to take a hook right to her ribs, Pyrena wouldn't allow herself to lose focus, this was a fight nonetheless. The Greek woman would throw a overhand right, going down right on top of the opponent, hoping that with her height she could go right over her guard and strike on the temple. Then she would duck low a bit just for her left fist to fire an uppercut a bit under the ribcage and a hard straight, body shifting so she would fire an actual straight for her jaw. Heart beating fast, a light sheen of sweat starting to appear on her forehead as she gets into the fight a bit more.

Cicilia worked HARD on Pyrena's body and she was getting punches in left and right. It seemed her drop-swarm technique was working for her TODAY! The greek's guard rose, deflecting her punches but the woman wouldn't let up. She had already established her dominance in this area and she couldn't just let it go! Well, her inflexibility let her land a solid hook, yes, but got smacked DOWN by Pyrena's retort. Cicilia's eyes widened as her head was smashed downward by her punch, stopping the boxer dead as the force SLAMMED her brain against her skull. She didn't have much time to recover as a ripping uppercut slammed into her gut, Cicilia very nearly doubling over the woman's fist as it impacted with her gut.

Th-this strength... Cicilia thought to herself, trying to clear the white-noise from her head. How does she have so much power...?

As if to answer that question, a powerful straight shot through the air, striking hard against the German's jaw, making her see stars.... almost. The German's expression darkened, her pain feeding into her anger. And her fed into her strength. Adrenaline flowed through her body, numbing the pain and sharpening her mind. As the punch ground into her cheek, Cicilia stomped hard into the canvas, keeping herself from toppling to the mat. Her stance seemed so much stronger... more solid... the slugger was in town.

slugger stance

Cicilia pushed through that brutal straight throwing her own hook right into the woman's jaw with the intent of knocking it right off. She didn't stop for anything, not pain, not safety. The German stepped in, regardless of potential attacks before hurling an uppecut with the strength of a glacier at the woman's jaw, working on smashing that face of hers and taking her consciousness with it. Cicilia was angry, but not sadistic. The only pleasure she'd take in this fight was from the struggle... and the win.

Pyrena did needed the overhand right to hit, she took a straight up hook to her ribs, knowing it will sting in the morning, her amazonian body and her resolve was at least tough enough to push on through. Her own experience with a brutal style of Kyokushin certainly hardened her body in the past few years. So a close quarter slug fest is what she was used to. And keep in mind, they do use bare fists as well in fights.

The overhand right punch shut down Cicilia's offense without any question whatsoever, her gloved fist slamming down onto the German's head like a meteor hitting earth, the Dark-Haired Amazonian went for a more slugger style offense with the combo that she was going to land, the uppercut came in after and drilled into her gut. Only thing now was the hard straight that would shoot out and that would rock Cicilia's world.

And it did! Although not enough to take her down.

Pyrena would commend the girl for her resilience and toughness as she took the shot to the jaw, the German ate that straight hard. But during that, Pyrena saw a glimpse of Cicilia's expression darkened. With her own arm still extended and following through with the momentum, Cicilia pushed on through, something in her that refused to fall to the mat. An Pyrena ate a nasty hook that almost spun her jaw round! Her head snapping to the side, blinking hard, Cicilia wasn't gonna stop for anything. The gym patrons noticed the action going on. It's been a while since Pyrena was pushed in terms of combat, last one to do that was the equal Italian amazon....

The Greek gave the German a lot of credit, she could hit hard. But like her last spar, she wasn't gonna back down. And if Cicilia wanted to take the Amazon down then she would go down swinging. Stomping down her foot onto the canvas, her muscles flexed as her hips and body turned, just as Cicilia charged right in and threw her own uppercut with such great power thrown onto it, Pyrena went with an attack of her own. Putting it into her right hand again, her fist soon shot out in a punch that was a mix between a hook and a uppercut, coming in under the guard before aiming right towards her jaw, keeping with the slight tune that favors power instead of a true balanced shot.

Although just as she threw her attack, the Dark-Haired Amazonian soon ate the brain rattling uppercut that struck right on her jaw, her head snapping up to the ceiling lights, making her see stars some. Her attack however still shoots towards Cicilia and just a case of if she gets the hit as well as the German did.

Cicilia's crushing hook didn't go unrewarded. Lucky her. Pyrena's face came into harsh contact with her fist to say the least, twisting it her neck hard as all that power shot right into her brain. There was seldom times when it felt THIS good to hit someone like this with such a powerful punch, especially with how well she took it. The LAST person she hit this hard went right to the mat and didn't get up until... like... 5 minutes later. She knew. She counted. This woman though took it with surprising grace and fortitude. She could respect that in spades... This Greek was really making the Juggernaut work for her progress, not even her the win! She didn't even know if she COULD win against such a speedy and versatile... BUT DAMN THE WORLD IF SHE WAS GOING TO GIVE UP BEFORE SHE FOUND OUT!

Cicilia brought her fist back before plunging it up in that crushing uppercut, attempting to shatter that jaw that took one of her more powerful punches...

The German's eyes went almost completely blank as Pyrena's fist crashed into her own jaw, a hybrid hook-uppercut that smashed her brain into into the top of her skull and filling the rest of the space with deafening white noise. Her tongue wasn't safe from the force either it seemed, cutting against her teeth brutally and fulling her mouth with the coppery taste of blood. She couldn't think... she couldn't hear anything but the ringing, stars dancing across her vision like a child's cartoon of the night sky, her feet actually being lifted off the canvas for a split second...

"Guhhhh...." She coughed, a slight spray of blood escaping her lips. It'd been a long... LONG time since a punch from anyone had done that much damage at once. It felt like both her hearing and sight were critically impaired by the force of the blow... but that wouldn't stop the Juggernaut! NOTHING SHORT OF A STRAIGHT KNOCKOUT PUNCH WOULD STOP THE JUGGERNAUT! And speaking of those...

It was inevitable that she would stumble back from the force of that head-popping punch, putting a moderate distance between the two boxers again as she leaned against the ropes. The German blinked and blinked, desperate to clean the smudges of darkness from her compromised vision, cocking her right hand back and raising her left in front of her defensively... Her right arm tensed and the muscles within bulged as she focused her energy into that one limb, a last attempt to end this match in her favor. If Pyrena was doing even a little bit better than she, this match wasn't going to go on much longer anyway. Her Train-Wrecker Punch was effectively her way of putting all her cards on the table.

Unfortunately, the punch that could dent metal took a LONG time to charge to it's fullest potential. Even with that punch Pyrena took, she couldn't imagine the Greek would give her that much time... She'd have to be ready to throw it early... just after the ring stopped rocking.

Cicilia definitely did struck the Amazonian hard. Although it was at the cost of eating a hard attack of her own.

Pyrena could respect her power well enough but she was tough in her own right and was gonna make sure that Cicilia worked hard for that victory. Throughout this fight she gave her the credit that she was a strong warrior and a tough one at that. Is she tougher than Pyrena herself, however? The Greek didn't think so.

Both took it right to the jaw, but Cicilia seemed to have taken it worse than Pyrena did. A hard hit from Cicilia that had the power of a glacier but Pyrena fought hard to keep her wits at her as her brain rocked inside her skull. Almost wobbling and bending her knee...but warrior's pride kept her up. But damn was that a hard hit!

Meanwhile, Cicilia took it the worst. Pyrena's tongue was safe but the Juggernaut's suffered a worse fate as it was cut against the teeth, her mouth full of blood. While Pyrena moved her leg back just to keep herself standing, Cicilia stumbled back. Blinking hard and shaking her head, Pyrena could judge that Cicilia would have to be reeling. That was a hard punch and it didn't have all of her power put into it yet! If she was to knock her out...she would have to put more into it. She was doing better than the German, but the Greek knew that any more of her punches taken would be game over.

Growling and shaking her head, the dark haired Amazonian would lunge back in, going for another push towards the opponent, seeing that the German's arm was cocking back and charging up the mega buster for her infamous punch. Dazed as she were, Pyrena was smart enough to know the imminent danger.

End it now. End it goddammit!

Putting a whole lot more to her stance, favoring way more in power as she looked to pick apart Cicilia's resilience, breathing in deep as she got in closer, her right fist cocked back as she came in. Once getting in range, Pyrena threw a thunderous straight in hopes to shatter her jaw. The left-right hook would fire out as well, exhaling hard as it went for her cheeks before a mighty uppercut launched right towards the liver, sweat flying as she moved. Another right straight aiming for her lips and then a left uppercut again, this time for the solar plexus. The Dark Haired Amazonian desperate to really have the girl hurting or to even break her focus as she charged up for the mega punch!

More power... MORE The German grumbled to herself, doing her best to work through her inhibited energy flow. Her brain was rocked, her stance unsteady but she wouldn't yield! Not until her body failed her and her mind was abuzz with deafening white noise would she fall to the mat! It seemed Pyrena was going for just that, rocketing towards her with the speed and power of a missile, almost too much for the stunned juggernaut to see, let alone react too. No... No she wasn't ready yet and she didn't have the strength for another slug-fest! How was she supposed to...

BAM!

Pyrena's left straight took the rest of her thoughts away, numbing the boxer's vision as she wobbled on her feet. Words jumbled in her head like aggrivated bees, trying to organize themselves into meaningful combinations as blood dripped out from the boxer's lips. Cicilia's eyes clouded heavily as her body struggled to keep up with the damage that one hit had inflicted, almost completely giving up when her opponent threw the next one. A hook right to her cheek, snapping her face to the side and draining a mighty portion of the energy she had already gathered for herself. Cicilia gasped, feeling more pain in her jaw than she had in years. Her eyes shooting open as more blood escaped her mouth, her muscles very nearly going slack from that hit, her mind full of fuzzy sounds... No words... nothing decipherable...

"AHK..." The German heaved, leaning forward limply as the Greek delivered an brutal uppercut towards her liver, delivering so much force, she could swear she felt it explode inside her... Of course, considering the fact she wasn't dead right now proved that perception wrong but nonetheless, it was all the German could do now to stand and take these hits. Waves of nausea washed over her, threatening to retrieve that light breakfast she had and splatter it over the mat... A humiliating feeling for certain but it wasn't like she had the time or the capacity to feel it anyway as Pyrena's unrelenting assault... unrelented, landing two more hits to her head.

That was all she could do... no more... Cicilia's personal desire to keep fighting was override by her body's survival instinct, taking away her strength so she didn't fight herself to death. The German leaned forward, ready to fall to the mat in a heap but not before delivering one last hit to her solar plexis, taking the last of her breath with her. Cicilia gasped as she fell to the floor face down, barely managing to catch herself with her forearms, gasping for air as her brain screamed louder and louder in her head, blood dripping onto the floor, the borders of her vision reddening and darkening.

"....Not....yet..." She coughed, attempting to force herself up even a little more... No progress was made... She couldn't do anything else... Unless Pyrena had a secret cruel streak that gave Cicila the time she needed to rip open herself and draw on more forbidden reserves, the German would lay there, defeated.