Leanna Reis vs Seren Morgan - Hear Me Roar

Her own style is one that is tailored specifically for the Wildcat herself,  her background of dance granting Leanna flexibility and agility, both helping to throw out attacks at any angle that the opponent wouldn't see coming.

As Seren has experienced when Leanna's foot cane from behind to strike the taller woman's face, the satisfying smack is what she was looking for. Flashy attacks certainly got the crowd excited, but still wary for the poor girl. It took a while but Leanna had gotten the first attack. Not that it was much of an achievement,  the Wildcat wanted to win.

Fuck drawing first blood.

Seren didn't fall from the kick, not that she could have moved any further with Leanna's grasp of her leg. Leanna herself didn't have much time to feel proud of that attack however, or even get her  foot to touch the canvas  yet as Seren ecided to cut her losses and turn this position around on Leanna. The Wildcat found herself going forwards as Seren pitches backwards. She couldn't stop herself from falling with the dangerous girl, the grip on Seren's leg proving to be something she would regret. The Raven haired girl performing some sort of One legged codebreaker as Seren's  other knee drove on Leanna's head, the knee that Leanna has a hold of speared into the woman's taut abs, making her grip weakened.

Which gives Seren the perfect opportunity to send the honey blonde newcomer flying over her, catapulting over the taller girl. That did prove that the Wildcat doesn't always land on her feet as she tucked her head and land back first.

"Damn..." Leanna muttered as she shook her head. Well, at least she was away from the girl, that was the good part... maybe. A small smile was forming on her lips.

Now this was going to be a fight.

"Alright..." She sighed to herself. Can't stay on the floor for too long, she would think. Bringing her legs up near her body, her hands planted on the floor to perform a kip up and get back to her feet.

She could feel the impact and strain against her knees as she dragged Leanna down into her world for a small taste of what was to come. It was impossible to assess the actual damage, but she knew she had hit both her marks by the respective force applied to her. From there it had been easy to fling the woman. She was lighter than expected, something that the doll maker would be certain to remember in the ensuing bout.

Seren had snapped from her back to her front in what was more of a spasm than a roll. She shoved herself up onto her knees, upper body swaying as she dragged her knuckles across the canvas. Her head canted slightly to the side she was grinning across the ring at Leanna, watching the girl rise with another fancy flip. One of the things she was most looking forward to was the degradation of this energy her adversary had.

The lively ones were always among the best to observe, like a beautiful bloomed flower wilting before your very eyes. Soon she would be more sluggish. Then her acrobatics would stop. Finally she wouldn't stand up at all any longer. In a perfect world she would add a few splashes of crimson to compliment her opponents attire as well. She was more than happy to tie the wildcat's look together.

As she lurched to her feet her sunken eyes momentarily shifted from the woman to something in the corner before returning to her foe. Her shoulders shaking faintly as she chuckled, suddenly finding something humorous about Leanna. Whatever it was went unsaid as she slowly began to circle the woman again, heel to toe as if tight rope walking.

An aggressive, non stop offense does have its results. Coupled with her athletic and flexible body, Leanna could certainly have her opponent wondering if they locked the door on the way out. It also has other benefits, like the crowd cheering on the Brazilian born, although still wary about the fact that she is still in the ring with the dangerous doll maker.

However, Leanna knew too well about letting the pace slow down a bit, as impressive and eye-catching her acrobatics were, it also is energy spending and she couldn't really keep it up if all she did was deliver powerful blow after powerful blow, as much as Leanna would like to finish this match off quite quickly.

Luckily for the Wildcat, she seemed to agree, after spasming over to her front, in which she probably looked like a fish in dry land, and getting to her feet, Seren didn't chase after her. Yet. Which, involuntarily or not, did give Leanna a brief respite to regulate her breathing. Alright, so far we established she's creepy. And she could fight. That's fucking greeeeaat...

While she did get her breath, Seren seemed to have found something funny behind as she circled her foe. Probably the first time she chuckled and/or smiled.

And it's goddamn creepy.

As The Wildcat circled her figurative prey, her eyes darted to the corner that she once was. "Is there a clown behind me?" She would joke. Turns out it was the corner where her little plushie audience was. Huh. Her eyes would look back at Seren, just ready to pounce from just a movement of muscle from the doll maker.

As one might imagine Seren was a pretty tough crowd when it came to humor, even on the best of days. Though truthfully even the most jovial of observers likely would have been unimpressed with the depth of Leanna's joke catalog. Nothing was funny about clowns. Ever.

The doll maker didn't even acknowledge the comment, though in truth she was almost certain most of what Leanna said this match would get drowned out. She was one of chatty competitors who thought themselves witty.

The smirk upon her visage never left as she circled step after step. The woman opposite her did much the same. A dreadfully boring exchange. It seemed the wildcat wasn't much of a hunter after all. Her head cocked curiously to the side as she drew inward, abandoning her needlessly dramatic walking to simply approach Leanna.

To the average Joe, it was a casual gait, her arms down at her side, slow steady steps. Anyone else could see the deliberate placement of each foot, the slight pivot of her ankle, the visible tenseness of her arms. She seemed mindful about the range in which Leanna might be able to hit her from with a quick attack, stepping in and out of her supposed range, making a game of it.

She hadn't been at it for long before she finally stepped in for real, a snappy kick whistling up to try to strike Leanna twice in quick succession. The first was purpose fully directed to her hip, high enough more shows of acrobatics in leaping it would likely not be possible, low enough to make it harder to actively punish. The second came without even a full withdrawal of her leg, though noticable weaker. By design it wasn't intended to for great harm, but instead back the girl at the knee, trying to hook the limp from behind and yank it away to pull her off balance. She would no doubt be looking to follow this up if both attacks landed as they had been intended, whatever came next was likely far more devistaing.

Leanna herself was no comedian. Not that this was the place for it either. So she didn't take it personally if Seren didn't howl in laughter. In fact it would have been goddamn surprising.

Never quit your day job.

Never too quick to pounce, gotta size up your prey first. To her, Seren was just some buffalo. A good fighter of a buffalo in fact. So careful attacks need to be in place, lest she would get gored by its horns. Everyone has a weakness, like the buffalo's hide. Once she gets her claws on said weak part, she isn't going to let her go.

Seren seemed rather bored of the circling and would just step in, the manner of her walking seemed casual. A natural fighter like Leanna saw more to that however. Not a single step was misplaced or out of line, looking tense. As if Yujiro himself was walking up to the Wildcat. Leanna welcomed it, baring her fangs each time the Doll Maker would step in. Left foot in. Left foot out.

In. Out. In. Out...Was her shoulders still shaking?

Come on now, don't be shy. Let's see what you got...

Seren might just be getting used to Leanna's acrobatic style, the first attack from the bigger woman came at her hip, one that is quite hard to punish and forcing the Wildcat to raise her leg up by the knee, her own guard moving to make a good block as her knee met with her elbow. Even being named the Wildcat, she has been trained well. One would probably expect the leg to flick up higher after that, kick to the body then kick to the head maybe. Seren seems intending to work from the ground up of sorts, working on the foundation. So there is a second attack, but instead it aims low, the dark haired woman hooking behind the knee of Leanna's leg, the fact that it's raised up already made it quite easy to move and yank it away. While it would do it's job in putting her off balanced, the Wildcat wasn't without some tricks under the proverbial sleeves.

With her leg yanked away from her, Leanna looked to use the other leg to hop off it, swinging it up towards the doll maker, attempting a good enziguri attack just aiming at the side of Seren's head. Sort of a last ditch attempt of getting some damage before she would eventually fall to the canvas.

It had become a fun little game for the doll maker, every time she got closer the other woman reacted. It was almost like a thrill game of peek-a-boo where the loser was the first one blooded on the floor. She could get behind this idea. Later though, for now it was all about business. She could toy with the cat once she had clipped her claws.

There was no evasive jumps of flips this time. She felt her kick strike meat and bone. Not where she intended, but even a block blow would come to mean something in time. This marked another time her blows were met with extremities however obnoxious it may be, she had already begun to whittle at the woman's arms with her earlier knees. If she wanted to keep offering up her limbs Seren would take what she could get without so much as a second though.

Her body twisted as her leg swept back to her, dragging Leanna's raised leg along with her. She had already lifted her arm, poised to strike when the shift in in the other woman's body was caught. her eyes snapping to the oncoming aerial kick. Her arms folded inward, meeting the wildcat's ankle with a forearm while her free hand snapped out to grab hold of the woman's ankle, attempting to hold it aloft as she dipped to follow the woman's fall. She moved deftly, dropping down to a knee on the side and behind of the offending leg to put her far from the threat of repercussion. She used the captured leg as a hostage placed between herself and Leanna it acted as a buffer between kicks and punches the other woman might have wished to make use of..

She'd try to keep the limb upright, hyperextended if possible, as she tucked her elbow inward with powerful strike after strike, trying to pound away at Leanna's knee from the side where the impact and unnatural bending force could do the most damage to the woman's vital limb.

It was worth a try and probably did worked out better in Leanna's head when she did went for the ariel kick that was sent hurling towards the doll maker, only to meet the forearm of Seren instead. Certainly didn't make the rough landing onto her backside any less stinging as it is.

A risk that soon turned sour, Leanna soon found herself in a bit of a dire situation when Seren has a hold of her upright leg and moved down to meet with her, keeping her leg high up, even as Leanna struggled to not have it perpendicular and kept to the side. A position more favourable for Seren, keeping away from any possible strike that the Wildcat could make use of. Great.

What's isn't is what came after when the doll maker started to damage Leanna's primary weapons and way of mobility with the elbow strikes to the side, the brutal impact making her knee bend in the most unnatural of ways. "Ahhh!" Letting out a yelp of pain as each strike sent more searing pain to that particular knee. "Shit!" Her teeth gritted, mixed of pain and irritation as she tried to pull her leg free. Strikes wasn't going to work at this point. No. The doll maker seemed to know that much and was frustratingly smart to start picking apart one of her favoured ways of attacking.

A change of pace would be needed. Despite being a fighter that favored strikes, she is without some surprises. The best idea would be to shift her body so that she is more vertical with Seren, instead of having her on the side, growling, quite feral in fact mixed with the Latina temper. Leanna's still has one more limb to offer to the Doll Maker and since she is in such a giving mood, the Wildcat kicks at Seren, just to stop this girl from damaging her vital limb.

If that hits, the Brazilian born would use the same leg to move it towards Seren's head, almost looking like a strike to the head, but something else intended entirely as she just aims to hook that head behind her. The Wildcat would try to use that leg to pull Seren towards her, if not, pull her upper body towards her, giving a fanged snarl, the arm of the same side also shooting up, again, not to strike at Seren but just so she could slide her arm under her chin and grip on the ankle of the same leg. Leanna may favor strikes, but she also wants to win. And doing so means using other methods besides throwing a fist at someone.

If her wild sneer the hissed chuckle spilling from between her lips was any indication, the doll maker showed no intention of stopping her relentless onslaught. Having placed Leanne in a vulnerable position favorable towards her campaign of dismantling her adversary, she took full advantage of it by burying her elbow into the tortured limb over and over.

 It was unclear if she had intended to just work over the knee, standard fair for a wrestling match, or if she was actively attempting to maim Leanna. Regardless of Seren's intentions, remaining at her mercy was like walking the path of ruin, it wouldn't end well.

She paid the woman before her little to no mind, tunneled in on mangling her leg. There wasn't anything that the woman could do to make up ground she was gaining like this. Leanna's kick thrust out at her, catching her in the stomach solidly. Reactively she released the leg she had been savaging, being bent forward due to the force of the blow with a wheeze. She lifted her head, glaring down the woman's body at her just in time to have herself drawn forward.

As she tried to draw back, a forearm was locked snugly to her throat, the hold applied. Her snarled fiercely. reaching her hands around to clutch blind where the woman's arm and ankle met to lock the hold, fingers digging in roughly as she attempted to pry herself free.

One would just had to expect a dangerous animal to lash out once it is backed against the corner. And while Seren might think she was clear from Leanna's strikes, especially as she worked to seemingly take that knee out of commission (may not be so but it sure as hell looks like it to the exotic woman) a Wildcat can be dangerous when it gets it's claws on you.

Or in this case, a leg and a forearm around your neck.

A weird looking choke hold for a weird looking woman, this seems to be a perfect match, Leanna would think. Her non damaged limbs were around that neck of Seren's and soon the hold was applied, and Leanna would waste no time applying the pressure. Leanna noticing that the sneer and chuckle from the doll maker soon turned to a snarl.

Not smiling now, huh motherfucker?

Leanna would return with her own snarl, a feral growl just as a feline beast would. And of course she would try to break free from the hold, her grubby hands grabbing that arm and ankle, both would struggle with Seren trying to pry free and Leanna trying to keep that hold locked. That shit ain't gonna fly here. Not with Leanna.

Difficult as her opponent may be, a hunt is more satisfying when taking a big kill. Now it's just having to weaken that big ass hare. With that in mind, the Wildcat soon saw her own way of paying Seren back for those painful as fuck elbows to her knee. Cocking her free hand, Leanna would soon be throwing her tightly clenched fist towards the doll maker, with hard strike after hard strike, trying to repeatedly fire away at Seren's face.

As Leanna drew back her fist, she has surrendered the arm that was keeping her steady and planted. Seren choked out a grunt as the woman's knuckle dug into her skull, but it wasn't going to many more times if not once more. She pushed herself up, with nothing stopping her now from rolling the other woman back onto her shoulders. While she was still locked into the hold, she asserted her weight, pushing the girl down into the canvas.

The doll maker clapped her palm to Leanna's backside to keep her steadily pinned. Despite one half shut eye twitching, she looked rather pleased with herself. An easy way to get the woman to surrender her hold and put her beneath her? If she were capable of laughing, she would have. Chomping at the bit to find freedom and rain down destruction on the girl again .

The referee came sliding down beside them, making sure Leanna's should were both down before starting a count. "One!"

While Seren wasn't holding back in an effort to get an easy pinfall here, she had hopes the woman would be able to kick out in time. She wasn't don't playing with Kitty. She had another leg that was still intact after all.