Kassidy V. Cicilia - ist es Schicksal?

Kassidy wondered if it was a good idea to give Cicilia a hint that she was about to strike. She had seen the boxers blows first hand, the way the heavy punching bag sway back and forth enough times for it to creak and scream, threatening to lose itself and fall of the hinges it supported itself on. It was likely a one-way trip to the hospital if one were so foolish as to take the mighty blow undefended and unprepared. Kassidy planned on being neither of those things should the time come, the uppercut merely being a test of Cicilia’s reaction time. The hunter was a little surprised, but not worried. Cicilia had blocked faster then she expected, but Kassidy passed it off due to the warning, and maybe some luck. The professional eye watched the fiery boxer, anticipating retaliation of some sort. She had gotten Cicilia in a boxer’s stance, so it was not hard to imagine what form the returning blows would be.

Kassidy avoided the left cross with time to spare. She pushed off the smaller girl, curving her body away from the first punch while taking a single step back. She had predicted this very strike would occur, and rather than counter, she let it slip right past her, the fist missing its mark by quite a bit. The crooked woman made sure to look into Cicilia’s eyes as she did so, conveying her boredom her opponents first punch.

The second cross was the one to get her attention. Kassidy had predicted more then one strike, a rough estimate based off Cicilia’s personality and what she could remember from the De’Reignhardt family fights she had seen as a kid. It was only because of that estimation and her own blinding speed she avoided the right cross the cut through the air her skull occupied milliseconds ago. Those cruel eyes widened slightly in surprise, but returned to a more focused state quickly. She had just learned a valuable lesson, one that was imperative in this fight.

This dummkopf is almost as fast…no, possibly just as fast as me.

As if the juggernaut had read Kassidy’s mind, she ducked down quick and came up quicker, a spear in the shape of a fist looking to impale Kassidy right through the stomach. The Crooked woman’s legs pushed back hard, letting her narrowly escape the torturous attack unscathed. The punch had come so close, Cicilia’s knuckles caught a bit of Kassidy’s tank top and forced it upwards, annoying the half breed.

Suddenly, there was a bit of distance between the two fighters, each giving each other an intense look. Almost instinctually, Kassidy landed in a different stance, one much different from the street wise gait she had mere moments ago. This one was much tighter, professional, her legs spread in a way that gave her balance and mobility, yet kept her incredibly low towards the floor. Her arms suddenly had purpose, the muscles turning taught and strong with practiced focus. If Cicilia’s fists were hammers, Kassidy’s had just turned into blades, just as deadly as the aura the hunter naturally emitted. The woman’s cold expression had hardly shifted since dropping her smile, like it was set in an eerie fashion.

No longer was it a trained boxer against a street punk, but a trained boxer against a trained martial artist.

Cicilia's strikes were avoided ultimately, but only just. She was so used to these women being faster than her (as annoying as it was). All she had to do was give chase and not give her any time to recover. The Juggernaut moved up as Kassidy retreated from her uppercut, lunging in with a vicious over-hand punch intent to bash her head DOWN towards the ground! The Juggernaut had taken note of her new position with her hands no longer as hammers... but like blades, fingers extended as if she intended to CHOP something... What a joke. If anything, that fancy little pose Kassidy took on invoked hilarity in the boxer! What, was she supposed to be afraid because she could fiddle with her hands? What good was it going to do her...? Nothing. Cicilia De'Reignhardt was a war-machine and she wasn't going to be defeated by some stupid upstart.

Whether or not her over-head punch connected with Kassidy's skull, the German continued to advance, to push forward, to keep that girl back-pedaling to the ropes where she would be destroyed. She lashed out with punch after punch, a controlled flurry of fists peppering at the girl's chest, stomach, face, each one light enough to be quicker than the boxer's normal strikes but still strong enough to belong to someone like her! With each punch she chased the half-breed across the ring floor, intent on bringing her down... Like a predator chasing it's prey, Cicilia was relentless... Hungry to inflict pain upon she who would challenge her.

If Kassidy attempted to dodge, Cicilia would attempt to read her movements and mirror her, stepping in her way if she attempted to flank, follow her if she intended to back-step. If she moved to block, the Juggernaut would hammer her guard with progressively stronger attacks, intent on crushing it beneath her fists like a roll of tin-foil! The aggression would've been tangible without the vicious fists of Cicilia honing in on their targets but now it was pungent to the point of feeling the air between them effectively catch aflame.

Cicilia really was not holding back in this spar, attacking Kassidy with a hateful fervor the hunter really could not match. Kassidy enjoyed what she called “The Hunt” of a fight, picking an opponent out of the crowd and tracking them, following them with an arbitrary goal in mind that she wanted to accomplish. Once she found them in a secluded area, that’s when she would strike, like a hunter taking down an elk, letting her prey tire themselves out until finally she could accomplish whatever crazy goal she set out for herself. Maybe steal a nose ring, take their driver’s license, maybe even snag a picture of their family if they had that in their wallet, or stranger, make them ingest things. Soda she had on her, sand off the ground, a coin, nothing was really off the table for her. She never really had any strong feelings towards those she hurt, just a sort of “Wrong place at the wrong time” sort of deal.

That was how Kassidy thought this entire thing would go down with Cicilia; Stalk her, fight her, wear her down, then finally finish it by accomplishing her goal. She did not expect it to be that easy and she welcomed the challenge of hunting a professional, half the fun in a hunt is the struggle to catch the prey, but Cicilia was turning out to be a bit more then even she expected.

The Juggernaut barreled towards her, looking to bash her skull right into the floor. Christ, she was like a rabid animal, Kassidy just barely avoiding the blow…and yet the boxer was still on her! Cicilia kept throwing punch after punch, these ones faster then before. It was taking all of Kassidy’s concentration to avoid the blows, moving left and right but steadily getting pushed back. Even with her full concentration, she could only avoid so many blows, taking some heavy punches to her defense, some even slipping past and nailing her in the chest, abs and even a cheek while giving up more and more ground with every punch she took.

Until finally she felt the ropes across her back, no where left to run. That little observation earned a swift punch to the jaw, Kassidy feeling Cicilia’s intense gaze on her the whole time. The hostile eyes that looked back at the German were scheming, watching and waiting for the next punch to come.

When it finally did come hurtling towards her, Kassidy moved in, looking to duck under the strike and wrap her arms around the boxer, pinning the boxer’s arm across her body, and moving very, VERY close, the half breed’s cruel face inches away from her raven-haired foe. Kassidy was not finished, looking to drive her knee right into her opponents’ ribs. If Cicilia was a concrete wall, Kassidy’s attack was the powerful jackhammer to would force it to crumple to bits.

Cicilia laid into her opponent like a wild beast, her attacks having all the ferociousness of a monster but with the skill of a trained boxer. She beat into Kassidy's defense, taking it away a chunk at a time until she was unable to run anymore... Then came down her arms in a futile attempt to defend herself, the Juggernaut throwing blow after blow into her stomach, chest and face, hammering into her skull in an attempt to bring her down. When you fight Cicilia, you fight to win or you get put DOWN. She didn't toy with her opponents nor did she treat them to any special benefits or handicaps. She fought to beat you as quickly as possible and if you couldn't handle that...? It was your mistake thinking you could fight her in the first place.

Cicilia had pushed Kassidy up against the ropes quickly and smoothly, much to Cicilia's satisfaction. It was almost as if this were too easy... Perhaps this half-breed was holding out on her? Whatever... She'd pay for her mistake... And so she did. Kassidy suffered a swift CRACK across the jaw, a sound that echoed out across the the gym! One could almost feel the depth of the impact from the registration-desk up front, even without looking or seeing the German's knuckles dig into her target's cheek. Boy... that actually felt good. As she started moving up the skill-ladder of AFW, fewer and fewer women managed to get stuck on the ropes, smart enough to avoid them... It was like visiting the good old-days where she used to steamroll her opponents into the side of the ring and just hammer them until they dropped...

Ah... Nostalgia...

But like nostalgia, it didn't last long. As Cicilia threw another punch, Kassidy slipped in so uncomfortably close, wrapping her arms around the boxer in some kind of clinch, pinning the retracted arm of the boxer to her side, the other hanging uslessly off to the side! Before Cicilia could even voice her protests, she felt the invasive knee of Kassidy digging into her stomach, forcing the Juggernaut's eyes wide as she gasped in surprise, her organs knotting up painfully in response!

"Guh..." She coughed... but she quickly recovered, her scowl returning in a flash as she brought her free arm back and threw it around in a wild hook towards the girl's face, aiming to nail her in the side of the temple!

The strong punch across Kassidy’s cheek echoed throughout the gym, causing a few of its remaining patrons to spare a glance over at the two women sparring inside the gym’s ring. Well, calling it “sparring” was generous. It looked like a full-on war was going on inside the ring, with each fighter exuding magnificent amounts of speed, timing, and technique. No one who watched them believed they were just two women practicing a bit of moves, but rather trained fighters going head to head. Some of the on lookers might have stayed around and watched to see who would emerge victorious…were it not for the eyes of the fighters.

One look at the two women’s expressions and it was clear as day they were not friends. Both fighters had a deadly look in their eyes, one possessed a cold glint that made clear her desire to beat the other woman down to the ground and possibly a bit further, while the other woman’s eyes burned in an inferno of controlled rage, looking to steamroll the taller girl into unconsciousness.

As if to emphasis their desire to destroy one another, right after the boxer smashed into the martial artists face, the trapped girl moved in and clinched her foe tight! Then as quick as a flash, the purple haired woman drove her knee into the boxer’s stomach with enough force that had it been anyone else in the gym, would have knocked somebody out and seriously bruised the abdomen muscles it abused.

But the power of the boxer was soon on full display, quickly recovering from the blow and already raising an arm in preparation to throw yet another punch to the other woman’s head. The other woman must have noticed the arm rise, as she seemed to abandoned the clinch, using what leverage she had to toss the girl to the side as she fled in the opposite direction, escaping the ropes and entering deeper into the ring.

Only one trainer continued to watch the two fighters’ brawl, ready to step in if he thought things were getting too dangerous or to stop the fight if they thought it was going too far.

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Kassidy knew the punch was coming before Cicilia had even finished lifting her arm in place to deliver such an attack. The hunter has a front row seat to Cicilia’s angry expression and burning eyes that clashed well with her own cold, hostile orbs. She also had a nice view of the boxer’s shoulders, and noticed the one that still possessed freedom was beginning to do something rather strong judging by the muscles that began to tense up. Cicilia was a boxer and incredibly mad…it really was not hard to guess what she planned on doing next.

Rather then stick around to get her head knocked off, Kassidy attempted to toss Cicilia away using the clinch and create some room for her, but Cicilia was stuck to the ground like glue was on her shoe, the hunter practically pushing off on the boxer in order to escape the tight corner of the ropes.

The hunter’s heart was pounding, just narrowly avoiding a blow that surely would have disoriented her and opened her up or a much more vicious blow. The fight had only been going on for a few minutes, and already Kassidy was sure this was going to be the best work out she ever had. The German woman had not let up the entire fight, and even now Kassidy was sure the Juggernaut was getting ready to resume her assault, just trying to catch up with the crooked woman. The hunter still had gas in the tank, but she was beginning to feel the burn in her stomach muscles, both from the blows they had taken and the quick and severe workout she put them through in dodging and moving so quick.

Kassidy turned back around after going deeper in the middle of the ring, going back into a stance as she quickly ran of a list of advantages, she had that she could use against her fellow German. Power was out of the option, but she had speed, and probably flexibility too. Cicilia seemed to favor her right side, but that could just be a feint to catch Kassidy unaware, and Kassidy might have some reach over the war machine, but she couldn’t rely on it for the time being, her foe was too strong. Kassidy had not even seen what the girl could do as a grappler, and had to keep in mind Cicilia might just change up stances in the middle of the fight. Could she handle that raw power?

The crooked woman…actually cracked a smile. She was taking this fight seriously, no more games, and no more extra goals to keep her entertained. It had been so long since she had this feeling, of needing to put her best into the fight if she wanted any chance of winning. It was almost euphoric to finally fight someone that would push her to the absolute limit, and punish her severely if she failed! Miranda had once told Kassidy that she considered her to be the most dangerous of the group…it was time to put that to the test.

Rather then flee, Kassidy actually took a few steps forward, approaching the boxer who was likely set to take her apart. Just as the two were about to clash, Kassidy fired off a quick left jab straight to Cicilia’s face…but the blow stopped mere inches away from its target. Anyone observing who had some idea of martial arts may be able to see what Kassidy was doing, but to her opponent, the fist would merely be blocking most of her view of its owner.

But that was precisely the point. The left straight punch was a distraction, while the real threat was coming around the side, Kassidy quickly and easily moving into a left kick intended to smash right into Cicilia’s temple as a petty form of revenge.

What did she tell me it was called? The hook and line? Block your opponents view with the fist, but make it look like a punch to raise their defense. That way, when you transition into a kick, they should be wide open…what a smart ass~

Before Cicilia's fist could drill a hole in Kassidy's head, the woman managed to push off the boxer and squirm herself free, barely avoiding the scythe that would send her head FLYING from her shoulders. The German quickly whirled around, ready to face her opponent as she circled her, the girl seeming a bit more cautious having just now avoided a certain K.O. If there was one thing in the world the two of them could agree on, they were not friends... There was no pretension of comradary in the way they fought, their viciousness on full display. The question was... Who could tear the other down first? Which one of them would be left standing? These were the questions that truly mattered. The Juggernaut was a boxer at heart and was hardly used to fighting anyone competent with their legs. Punches and power, footwork and landing strikes were the name of her game but Veronika played by a much more insidious rulebook, something much more dishonest and arguably just as effective.

The woman, instead of fleeing from Cicilia's obviously superior power, chose to approach her, to challenge the German's might or so it appeared. Fine... She would grind her into dust for thinking herself her equal... A quick jab was thrown at the boxer's cheek and instinctively a hand shot up to intercept it... but the blow never reached her guard. No, it stopped an inch short just in time to transition to a swift and unexpected kick to the side of the boxer's head!

Cicilia's eyes shot wide as the heel of the girl's boot dug into her temple, sending the Juggernaut stumbling to the side as her head whipped in that direction, stunning her, dulling her thoughts... It was as if the strike she had intended for her opponent was reborn as a cruel mirror redirected back on her instead... Cicilia hissed loudly, gritting her teeth as she stamped her feet hard into the canvas, forcing herself to stand firm. She blinked the disorientation out of her eyes, huffed loudly as the pain barked loudly in her skull and raised her guard quickly to prevent any counter attacks...

The old bait and switch... That bitch... Too much of a coward to take her on so she resorts to tricks... That blow... that was a meaningful strike, she couldn't deny but it would be Kassidy's last one... Cicilia charged her down without a word, throwing blistering hook after blistering hook at the girl's skull, hoping to pull her into a rhythm of dodges before shattering it with a crushing uppercut to her jaw! Should that blow connect, she would follow up with another hook... this one aimed at her ribs, to crush them while she was vulnerable from the first blow! With each punch she would step in closer, getting into the girl's face as she hammered her to pieces.

Kassidy knew the hook-and-line attack would work, and the was because it was surely far from what the boxer was used to. It was a martial arts tactic sometimes used in MMA, but it could never be used in boxing. The whole trick was to shock the person with the kick, not only delivering a powerful blow, but doing it while the opponent has his defense up. It was a great way to promote rash thinking, hurting a foe when they thought they were safe behind their defense, and Kassidy was more than willing to try and shake Cicilia up a little bit before continuing.

The Hunter did not even pursue Cicilia as she tried to recover from the kick and brought her arms up in defense. Kassidy just waited for her, shifting her weight from foot to foot so she could keep her heartrate up. Perhaps the boxer would notice that her crooked foe didn’t even care to attack her when she was weakened, though the look in the Hunter’s eyes made it clear it was not out of mercy, but rather a curiosity of what the German would do next after getting thoroughly rocked by her attack.

When Cicilia finally did counter attack, Kassidy was quick to avoid the first blistering punch that came for her head. The purple haired woman expected something else to come, and she was right, dodging yet another blow…and another…and another…until finally she seemed to cast a look of pity onto the German, as if her gaze said it all. Was this it?

The attacks were still plenty fast, and the power behind each punch was nothing to scoff at, but so long as Kassidy kept her wits about her, she was still faster then the blows and could narrowly avoid them. She had expected more from someone who came from such a prestigious line of boxers, but this was the best the little girl could come up with?

Perhaps that kick panicked her more then I hoped, and now she has gone feral…No, surely she has taken those types of hits before. She has to be up to something…

Kassidy ducked under another punch, using the opening to send a light jab to her foes face before moving again.

She’s pushing me…forcing me back. Is she trying to catch me on the ropes again?

Another blistering punch avoided, another quick jab sent in response.

If she does, she probably plans on taking me out with one blow before I can get away like before. If that’s the case I can’t get caught in that web again. So likely……the best way to deal with this is…

Another punishing right hook was coming at Kassidy like a comet, looking just as painful as the first punch the German threw at the beginning of the fight. If there was one thing Kassidy could give to her foe, its that she looked like she was capable of going on for hours on end. Taking a deep breath and steeling her nerve, Kassidy steeped forward rather then retreated, bringing up both arms in order to take the hard, cruel blow.

“Grr!”

It was like somebody smashed a hammer against her arms. She used both of them to even disperse the force, but both of them still stung like hell! Even Kassidy wondered what would have happened if she took the blow with anything less then her best defense. Would she have a broken arm right now? Or a shattered jaw?

Well, there was little time to think about that. Cicilia had as good a reaction time as Kassidy did, and she was already getting something set up for the crooked woman’s stunt. Right then, both woman’s defenses were wide open. Kassidy had sacrificed her defense to block one of the boxer’s powerful blows, while the other was preparing to launch another. It was if time slowed down as the two shared a glance, both of them physically vulnerable, but their eyes conveying a different message all together.

Each one had fallen for the others trap.

Kassidy moved in quickly as Cicilia’s fist came up hard. The crooked woman’s skull smashed into Cicilia’s face, focusing the force on that scarred nose the boxer had. It was one of Kassidy’s old prison moves, savagery and power all wrapped up into one! Next up was Cicilia’s turn, the uppercut slamming into Kassidy’s jaw and forcing her off her feet. She must have been knocked on conscious for a second, because when she opened her eyes her back was on the floor and her jaw felt like absolute shit. She did a quick check up, and amazingly still had all of her teeth, although she could taste a bit of copper now.
Well, nothing permanent. That should make Miranda happy.

Kassidy rolled over, and began to use the ropes to help her climb back onto her feet while sending another look towards Cicilia, wondering how she was cooping with the attack.

Cicilia's attacks went on avoided, each one deftly ducked under with admirable dexterity, each dodge, however, forcing her opponent to give up a little bit of ground. Kassidy sent a punch or two her way between each of her own, the Juggernaut simply walking through them as they deflected off her face. One cracked against her jaw, another struck her right in the forehead but she was HARDLY deterred. If Kassidy thought someone like Cicilia De'Reignhardt would fall in the face of such pitiful punches, she was SORELY mistaken! She didn't bother to defend herself too much, too focused on pushing the girl back with her offense. To the ropes this woman would go... then to dreamland soon after. She usually had to force this, make it impossible for them to find a way out but her opponent seemed oblivious to her plans... so far at least. It was rare Cicilia ever caught anyone by surprise, seeing how obvious and blatant her strategies actually were: Run them down to a place they can't escape, beat them until they cry uncle.

It was when Kassidy quit dancing around the ring did the Juggernaut realize that she had finally been found out, a small smirk spreading upon her lips. Fine. It didn't matter either way. One way or another, Kassidy would get pounded to read mist.... it was only a matter of how long she wanted to play keep-away!

The first hook the crazy freak dodged (as expected) but the second one, she decided to take! The Juggernaut could spot how she moved in, her body shifting to form some kind of solid pillar against the wrecking ball that came to destroy it, Cicilia's fist going in even HARDER than before in an attempt to SMASH THROUGH and dominate! The noise of the impact certainly seemed to indicate such, a crushing SMACK of flesh upon flesh, bone upon bone that indicated clear and decisive damage. The Juggernaut's lips curled up in a pained snarl as her fingers/knuckles took a great deal of blowback from the impact, but the pain she seemed to suffer didn't compare to the expression that flashed across her target's face. She heard her growl, a mistake that gave away the blood in the water. Like the predator she was, Cicilia honed in on that, hammering against whatever meager defense Kassidy could put between her and her destruction, going back and forth upon both sides of her head! She could feel the progress being made, the cracks in her armor being bitten wider and wider with each punch.

Both of them shared a look, a moment of realization as Kassidy lunged in and Cicilia's fist came up in it's uppercut, the two of them realizing that whatever evil plan the other had concocted, they had become vulnerable too it! Cicilia took the first blow, Kassidy's forehead SLAMMING into the German's nose just as the boxer's fist CRACKED up under it's target's jaw, shooting it skyward along with the rest of her! Cicilia stumbled back, her stalwart stance up-heaved as she fell against the ropes, her arms instantly shooting up to defend her head as her eyes clenched shut to bare with the pain....

"Gggghuh..." She snarled in disgust, the sense of a cool liquid running down her upper lip... So... she drew first blood, huh? Peaking out behind her arms, she spotted that her opponent wasn't doing much better, using the ropes to crawl up to her feet as Cicilia pushed herself back onto her own. Her jaw was clenched... so hard she might start to bite into her own teeth... before she let out a loud breath and allowed that hit to drop... Whatever... She was obviously doing better, seeing as she was the only one of the two still standing after their exchange. She pulled one arm down from it's protective stance, wiping it below her nose to reveal the sanguine that trailed from there... The mere sight of her own blood seemed to strike somewhere... personal with Cicilia as she quaked where she stood, some vain attempt to keep calm...

"Rrrrgh...." She growled like a beast, slamming her fists together in front of her in an open challenge before raising them back in her boxing stance. This fight wasn't yet over... Not while that woman could still stand.

Kassidy finally made it back up on her own two feet again, her sharp eyes noticing Cicilia pulling herself off the ropes and a small stream of blood trickle down her nose. A cold smile spread across Kassidy’s face as she watched the German wipe away the small blood streak, leaving a faint smear of red on her upper lip. It was clear the juggernaut could barley contain her anger, a fact that made Kassidy tilt her head in a pitying, almost smug kind of look.

“Well, I guess you must be human after all. That’s comforting to know.” Kassidy said, speaking for the first time since the fight started, “Hey, tell me something…has anyone ever knocked you out before? Like in a boxing match? Or did you get those scars from somewhere else?”

The questions were pointed, but apparently genuine, with the crooked woman actually waiting a bit for a response.

Whatever the answer, Kassidy would accept Cicilia’s nonverbal challenge from earlier and push forward, sending a flurry of jabs and kicks into Cicilia’s stonewall defense. The hunter was well aware of how ineffective her jabs were on the war machine, but they were simply a distraction, something to keep the Boxer’s attention and defense right were the crooked woman wanted them.

At the end of the stream of attacks was a bombshell in waiting. A low kick that looked similar to all the others was looking to smack itself against the boxer’s strong legs, but instead suddenly shifted directions and velocity, going from a decent kick to the shin to a powerful blow to the ribs in a modified crescent kick! If the crooked hunter’s attack worked, her crooked smile would spread across her face as the final part of her plan came underway. Her right hand would shoot forward, looking as if it was going to grab a handful of Cicilia’s black hair…but once again would stop mere inches away from the German’s face, Kassidy’s right leg coming around in yet another “hook and line” attack!

Whatever response Kassidy was waiting for she wouldn't receive. The Juggernaut simply stared quietly, steeling herself for the true fight. She had been holding back... a little she had to confess. She had been treating this girl as someone new to fighting, acting more like a brawler than an actual trained fighter... Leaving out the skill. Enough of that. Kassidy thought she was human because she hurt her... Time to rob her of the confidence that thought had brought.

Cicilia rushed in as Kassidy met her in the middle, peppering the German with jabs that deflected off her guard like water off a windshield! The boxer went on the attack, pushing RIGHT through that rush of jabs before unleashing a hook so strong at the girl's head, it was as if she were trying to knock it right off! She didn't stop either, already aiming to dominate the space she had taken! Punch after heavy punch, she lashed out at the martial artist, her attacks as strong as a brutalist, as fast and directed as an expert! She would lunge in, seemingly going in for a straight before suddenly ducking hard to the side, aiming to flank her! Kassidy had probably gotten comfortable with her direct approach by now... probably an effective strategy to try something new for once.

Should she manage to slip around her side, that straight would come... but from a different angle, aimed to crack her right in the jaw! Another slip around, Cicilia shifting position as soon as her knuckles found themselves either buried in dead-air or in the jaw of that girl. Taking up position behind her, The Juggernaut's fist would bury itself in her target's ribs, just barely missing her spine in a crushing uppercut! If Kassidy was unable to respond in short order, she would feel another blow strike her from behind, the sole of the boxer's boot kicking her hard in the small of her back! It was more of a shove than anything, a display of dominance. Should all these blows connect, the half-breed would HARDLY have the time to throw the kicks as she planned... But if she jumped back to her feet and tried... Cicilia would be ready. Yeah, that little trick might've been worth something when she didn't expect it but now that Cicilia did... It was starting to lose it's effectiveness. Should Kassidy attempt a kick at Cicilia's shin, The German would simply step back, letting the leg swing WIDE of it's target! She had been watching all of her since that last kick, upper and lower body... She wouldn't be so easily caught off guard a second time...

Should she follow up with her grab at Cicilia's hair, the German would simply stare her dead in the eyes, her own fist shooting out to CLOCK her right in the center of her face, a lightning-fast jab to the nose as payment for her little trick... She was starting to notice a pattern with this girl... She was utterly dishonest and couldn't be expected to hold any kind of reverence for honorable battle. Even freaks could have honor... But Kassidy seemed to favor fake-outs...

Whether or not Kassidy took the punch or dodged it to continue with her kick, Cicilia only glared hatefully at her opponent, an arm shooting down to intercept the heel before it could do REAL damage! The impact of that woman's foot into her arm... It sent a shockwave of power through Cicilia soon followed by the sharp explosion of pain and the fallout of aching... but she did not budge an inch... She would not... GIVE. GROUND! The arm she used to block the kick would slip around the leg that brought it, locking it against her side as her hand shot out... not in a punch... but as a grab at Kassidy's throat! Should she manage to get a grip, in one swift movement Cicilia would step into her victim's space, taking her off her balance as she lifted her in the air by her neck... and SLAMMED her into the mat in a merciless choke-slam! There was no strength spared, no holds barred. The impact of that attack would've gotten the attention of everyone in the gym, the here sound of a body hitting the canvas that hard like a gunshot going off in this confined area...