Cancelled

A powerful rumble came when Charlotte threw her opponent on the mat, using her momentum as a counterargument. Everything seemed to be going well now. Mistake. When the Frenchwoman knelt to continue, something cut the air before the girl's eyes widened.

- Blagh... - the pink-haired girl croaked, and her saliva dripped from the mouth onto the floor.

Charlotte grabbed her stomach and bent to half, almost touching the floor with her forehead. She could not breathe normally, each inhalation and exhalation were terribly short because her stomach and lungs curled into small tubes. Mistake. Was that a mistake?

“Is this a fucking joke? - thought the master of martial arts. - Why are my blows not affecting her?"

A fighter can certainly ignore a few hits that he missed. But what was happening now seemed to her something very far from reality. It is not right. It should not be. That's impossible. Charlotte never came across a person who simply ignores any pain in body. Her guess seems to be confirmed. And after that, another idea came to the head of the pink-haired girl. And this idea sounded like a court verdict. But now she was not ready to believe it.

Sand Lizard tried to take a deep breath and rise to her feet. Her mouth opened involuntarily, her eyes stopped being focused, and she collapsed to her side, covering her ears, although she perfectly understood that the ringing sounded in her head and that this would not help. During this short period of time, her rival again proved that she was not in pain, and had already managed to get to her feet, being faster than Charlotte. And therefore, nothing prevented her from slapping the ears of the Frenchwoman. Ironically. Very Ironically. This has already happened, and not so long ago. One girl that Charlotte took as an student used the exact same trick at the end of their sparring. And after that Sand Lizard dropped her chains...

“Why... why they are not obliged to fight like real fighters?.. - the thought ran in the girl’s head, - why are they all ready for any dirty things for the sake of victory?..”

Something caught fire inside Charlotte, but now she was not ready to use it. Last time it ended badly. And now she did not want to repeat it. In any case, now she was lying on the mat, unable to ignore stun. It’s sad. Very sad.

It seems that Charlotte's gesture was not seen. Although she perfectly understood that no one was obligated to notice at least anything. Like in her first match. At that point in time her opponent did not pay the slightest attention to the fact that the Frenchwoman had never grabbed her by the hair. The audience also did not pay attention to this. And it was a very small trifle. But it was such small things that formed Charlotte. She considered an attempt to grab an opponent by her hair an unworthy thing. And in the same way, she saw it unworthy to pounce on the face of a lying opponent with fists.

The girl watched as Cicilia rose to her feet and calmly listened to everything she said. And judging by her negative tone, Charlotte was not able to convey her thoughts correctly. She did not play for the audience. She really loved the Star Wars franchise and her association with the Jedi was the easiest comparison. Now she was even a little offended by the words of Cicilia.

- You don't care what I think of you... - Charlotte sighed, repeated the words of Cicilia, - I'm sorry. But is it really bad that I'm trying to open-mindedly treat you as a strong opponent?

Of course, she could not know why a German girl thinks so. And, it seems, trying to convince her that Charlotte was telling the truth was useless. But an even more incomprehensible thing for the Frenchwoman was why Cicilia asked Charlotte "Are you angry?". After all, now there was only one person in the ring, filled with anger, and it was not Charlotte.

“The path of perseverance”, - the Frenchwoman mentally switched.

The pink-haired girl closed her eyes for a second, chasing away her thoughts. She did not want to believe that everyone else was right. She did not want to believe that in front of her was really just an angry person. Charlotte's fists tensed and she headed toward her rival.

- Did I really deserve to be exactly crushed? - Charlotte asked.

Sand Lizard accelerated, but before the distance became suitable for attack, her right leg shifted a little to the right and forward, so the pink-haired girl changed her legs stance from universal to attacking. All the blows of Cicilia were strong, she was a great boxer, denying it would be just silly. Charlotte had never seen such outstanding physical strength, even from with the former champion she had recently encountered in the gym. It was only an assumption, but the thought crept into the head of Sand Lizard that Cicilia nourishes her forces with the help of anger constantly. However, Charlotte decided to try one tactic that only a few owned.

Her fists rose to the level of her cheeks and were in front of her face, and her elbows were pressed tightly to the torso. Her steps became short, but multiple, it seemed that she moves exclusively on toes. The peek-a-boo guard stance usually allowed the boxer to go to maximum defense. But with certain skills, this thing could be turned into an incredible attacking weapon. Charlotte knew that Cicilia use a stream of powerful blows to crushing her rivals, forcing them to step back step by step. Her wild and unbridled strength perfectly helped her to do this. Charlotte did not possess such enormous pure physical strength, but she compensated for this with her technique. And now she was wondering if her rival had ever encountered her own tactics of continuous pressure?

Because now Charlotte was going to make a pendulum movement down and to the left, sending a right hook directly to the guts of Cicilia. Her legs moved like a swarm of ants, each step was extremely short, but there were many of them and this gave her mobility. And she wanted to use this to shift to the right, even before she emerges from her dive, sending a left jab into the chin of her rival. Using a body to boost the punches was a good plus of this technique. But more importantly, Charlotte was going to disappear from the field of view of Cicilia in order to prevent her from effectively responding to attacks. And if technique was on the side of Sand Lizard, then after a new pendulum movement, she intended to send a left uppercut to the chin of Cicilia in order to push her back just as she was used to doing it!

To say that Charlotte was shocked is to say nothing. After all the words of Cicilia, the girl felt herself somehow... strange. All this reminded her of something. It reminded her of how, waking up in the morning, she looked in the mirror and saw a girl who wanted to use her fists only to hurt other people. One wise man said, “Do you know why people like to hurt? This makes them feel better.” She is fortunate that she has changed since then. It took time, but now Charlotte considered herself a different person. And now, Cicilia, to some extent, was a reflection of the past of Sand Lizard. Therefore, in a sense, Charlotte is now fighting with her dark side. And she was not going to respond with rage to rage. Not today. She was going to meet all the anger and rage of the German girl, if necessary, and stand up against it.

“Has your wolf mercilessly killed the second?” - thought Charlotte.

She heard this parable in the monastery. Her master told her about one wisdom of life, “In each person there is a struggle, very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil: envy, jealousy, regret, selfishness, ambition, falsehood. Another wolf represents good: peace, love, hope, truth, kindness and loyalty.” Charlotte, reflecting on these words, asked, "And which wolf wins in the end?" The master’s response was extremely simple, “Wins the wolf, who will cut neck of another.” Charlotte's second wolf left the first alive, allowing the use of negativity, if this was absolutely necessary. And in the case of Cicilia, it looks like the first wolf killed the second. Charlotte could not find other reasons why her rival was now in a rage.

Everything seemed to be very successful. Charlotte rationally took advantage of her sophisticated boxing style. She was confident and focused, her eyes seemed to exude impartiality. With the first punch, she made the intestines of Cicilia move. She should have continued at the same pace. Therefore, her blow to the jaw of a German girl was not long in coming.

"I will overcome your rage", - Charlotte thought.

She was ready to make her uppercut during the next dive. But when her fist had already begun to rise, there was a splashing sound. Cicilia grabbed Sand Lizard, clenching her fist. Charlotte's eyes flashed when she saw the brunette's fist approaching her from the side. Judging by the strength and fury that her rivel put into her punch, she was ready to kill Charlotte. Exhale. The pink-haired girl exhaled before the punch. She knew that she could not shy away from this, however, her second hand was in place and it was ready to protect the head of the Frenchwoman.

- GGgggghhhhhh!!! - burst from Charlotte's lips.

The fist of Cicilia hit the hand of the master of martial arts, but she had the feeling that this punch was almost not suppressed. Her own hand, which was supposed to serve as a barrier, hit her on the cheek, after which a large red spot and an unpleasant burning sensation remained. It was necessary to act. But at that very moment a punch came from the other side, and this time Charlotte was unable to defend herself. Her jaw filled with pain. A metallic smack appeared in her mouth and a drop of blood ran down her chin. This backpunch was unexpected, so she did not have time to turn her head to reduce damage. Cicilia was very strong. Due to her low position and unexpected blow, Charlotte sank to one knee.

“Inhale, do not stop, concentration, do it”, - the girl ordered herself mentally.

The lungs was filled with air and consciousness cleared up. She had no chance to rise effectively to continue boxing, especially since one of her hands was captured by a German girl. But she was not going to do it. Cicilia was strong, her stamina was on top, and she was good at resisting blows and pain. But…

Charlotte intended to clasp the nearest leg of Cicilia with her free hand, clutching it to herself as if the life of the Frenchwoman depended on it. If this was necessary, the Frenchwoman was quite capable of showing impressive physical strength with even one hand! And then, without losing a single second, she was about to rise to her feet and straighten herself to her full height, tearing her rival off the floor and lifting her into the air. Thanks to the height of Charlotte, head of Cicilia was supposed to be at a height of about two and a half meters. What for? Because then Charlotte was going to fall on back, sending Cicilia's body and especially her head directly to the mat with the help of her other signature move, which was called see you later! The rage of her rival was a very scary thing, but the pink-haired girl was not going to let herself be beaten. She was strong enough even without the rage that Cicilia used! If necessary, she will put out the rage of Cicilia from a fire hose!

But now it was starting to annoy. Charlotte was able to restrain her anger, which periodically tried to break out, but there were things that she could not control perfectly. And one of those things was annoyance. She felt it in the air. All this hung over her like a thick fog. Poisonous fog that soaks into the skin. Her rival were clearly proud of herself. And it annoyed the Frenchwoman. More than anything else from human vices, she hated pride. Despite the outward calm, a first flame appeared in Charlotte’s soul.

And now she felt how self-conceit of Cicilia fills all the space around. The fact that this German girl thought that her strength was absolute and capable of crushing anything cause the pink-haired girl to have a real burning sensation in the area of ​​the fifth point. Yes, Charlotte was an ordinary person who could not pretend that there wasn't blow to her face. But the fact was that not only Cicilia has outstanding abilities. Or at least her own powers were not as great as she thought. Because at least Charlotte’s captured fist was as far from real damage as Moscow was far from Sydney. And if this brunette thought that she could really crush the fist of another person with one hand, then... well, at least it's naive.

“Calm down, someone else’s conceit doesn’t concern you, be calm, abstract yourself from that”, - the girl reminded herself mentally.

Although Charlotte herself was a victim of naivety. She made a mistake when she thought that she could lift the person who was shorter than her in height and whose weight deserves to be called "average". Actually, her attempt to go for the signature move was unsuccessful and both girls remained on their feet. Although there was still something good in it, after all, Charlotte upset Cicilia's balance by her attempt to raise Cicilia and now she felt the palm that closed around her fist weakened. Meanwhile, the German girl managed to throw a few words. However, now Sand Lizard did not have the slightest desire to keep up the conversation. After a previous attempt at conversation, she had nothing more to say because she understood that this would not change anything. No matter how she tried to be polite, it only annoyed Cicilia. So now Charlotte has decided to simply remain silent, so as not to bring her rival to the edge.

“The path of flexibility”, - the girl mentally switched.

The Sand Lizard was about to jerk her hand down to free it from Cicilia's grip. Charlotte was still downstairs, and in order not to waste time, she was going to take advantage of this. Releasing the leg of the German girl, the pink-haired girl was about to slip in one motion by side of Cicilia to be behind her. And if she didn’t have problems with this, she would wrap her arms around the waist of her rival to lift Cicilia up, and then to fall backwards bridging her back and legs. This time, she hoped that both hands would be enough to realize the classic german suplex.