Adama Saadia vs Daichi Kurozu - Beguiled

Adama was often completely unaware of her figure, she was aware of she often just tended to rile up her opponent through mind games and verbal taunts however. The siren of the sands was more focused on her current state however than trying to get in Daichi's head at the moment, one chance to turn things around would be all she'd require to bring about her dominance she felt. The opponent was certainly noteworthy in strength it seemed despite his or her's lacking upper body power. That was a thing Adama frequently found herself dealing with it seemed.....

Daichi would decide to try and drag the maiden of the desert out of the corner, Adama was suspecting he might try this gambit. If she had been assaulted in the corner it'd have made it more difficult to escape, but here he essentially just let her out of the corner where she'd have narrow avenues. Perhaps a hint of inexperience? Adama played dumb, letting herself be shuffled out of there with a glazed expression. Her idea already forming in her mind as to a possible counterattack that could punish Daichi for his foolish effort.........

When suddenly as Daichi tried to edge in close for a pin attempt Adama's eyes would light up and she'd glare straight at him, hoping to swiftly wrap her legs around his neck and send him down into the mat with a lethal head scissor attempt!

Getting Adama to the center of the ring was easy enough for Daichi, after all, she was as light as she seemed. However, she was way stronger than that, as the Japanese grappler could attest, from back when she almost forced his grip. The moment he tried to go for her legs, trying to finish the fights early, he stared at her eyes, that appeared to gain a predatory shine to them. Before he had the opportunity to remember that he was supposed to pin her, she made a swift movement with her legs, locking his neck with them

"Gyaah!" The male fighter made a small (and girly) exclamation of surprise when his rival's legs made him stagger towards the canvas. Now Adama had the advantage over him, all he could do now was get a hold to the supple, toned thighs that where making it hard for him to breath. He tried to pry them open, even if the hooded girl had her fair share of strength and a more than decent grip on him, he would use his raw power to desperately make her let go.

Daichi's gaze turned into an intense expression of effort as his gasps where starting to sound more forced due to her Headscissor and his endeavor, his surprisingly small muscles tensed up as he tried to force her strong, toned and smooth thighs open.

Adama was usually one to just try and send her opponent flying with a well placed counter, to appear so composed and relaxed in battle that she appeared to be all knowing. But there would come a time when she would have to get down and dirty with her opponent, so a powerful mat game was important to know for when the enemy was taken down. Adama's mentor taught her to lock in an opponent and bring them to heel hard. In a way that could demean the opponent and lower their morale at the same time, such was the purpose of this head scissor. The maiden of the desert glared calmly at Daichi with her unique eyes as she cranked his neck as hard as she could.

Still with how early the match was and the surprising power Daichi possessed it was highly likely that he'd attempt to power out of the hold, lo and behold he was managing to make progress already. Making for the ropes was a futile gesture for him with that level of power right now, had the roles been reversed the siren of the sands would have gone for the break rather than try to escape the hold. But currently she was more focused on trying to milk this scissor for all it was worth.......

Eventually the sawing job broke and Adama knew that she'd have to forfeit the hold lest Daichi seek to reverse it, having already had a taste of Daichi's submission power the girl from Israel would rather not have to face it. So she devised an escape, a sort of last hit in. When Daichi felt he'd made a good enough progress in escaping Adama's legs would relent, before suddenly the maiden of the desert would shoot out a foot to kick him in the jaw followed by her attempting a backwards roll!

At first, Daichi started to feel the pressure in his neck starting to budge, he thought that maybe Adama wasn't strong enough to compete against him. This however, proved to be wrong when she used their positions to kick him square in the jaw. Anyone who has received a hit to their jaw can tell you that it isn't a good experience, the ones who didn't got instantly KO'ed at least. For a moment the only thing that the femboy could see was the blinding lights from the roof.

A few seconds later, the male fighter would climb up to his feet in a rather drunkish way. Still shaking the cobwebs from his head, he tried to look at the Israel girl. Try, mostly because he was starting to see three of her, with her yellow pretty eyes being the only point of his focus.

"Huughh..." Normally, Daichi would try to make a snarky quip at her expense, something he found himself unable due to his state of dizziness and the fact that maybe she wasn't the type of character that would be endeared by such acts. Instead, he opted to direct himself (in what he tried to make a straight line) towards her, he would try to get close enough to get some payback.

There was no need to tell that this feat would be hard on him due to his momentary lack of perception, but still. He tried to hit her with some hooks directed to Adama's face or upper torso, he might end up hitting the air, or touching something he didn't mean to hit, but actually hitting someone as dexterous as the maiden of the desert would take him no less than a miracle.

Adama was the sort that didn't mess around with her offence more or less, when she attacked it was with authority and intent. Not to mess around like some competitors, Adama would be no nonsense when it came to inflicting harm in battle. Even when taunting she didn't mess around if she could help it, that strike was like a desert snake jolting out at its target. Strikes wasn't something Adama would often employ, favouring having them sent her way than delivering them as she preferred the counter game.

The siren of the sands kept a wary and shiny eye on Daichi, she could tell by a glance that Daichi wasn't fully aware of himself at this moment in time. It was then that Adama decided to throw a calculated verbal taunt at him, even if he hadn't got his full senses together surely he'd hear her. "Your form is poor!" she shouted. A dry remark on Daichi's clear lack of skill. Not that would be likely to deter the guy currently in all honesty.

Her opponent was coming in swinging, perfect. Adama was hoping for something like this. This she could work with, she fell back on her master's training. Avoid and counter, be the sand that forms around the enemy. The siren of the sands would dodge two of the strikes, then launch her counterattack. Adama would seek to sway quickly to the side of Daichi on the right and swipe her right arm right at the back of his knee or heel of his foot to send him crashing back down to the mat with his own momentum giving the force needed!

Even if he wasn't looking (or walking) straight at the moment, something in Daichi's instincts warned him about something that would surely hurt. Unfortunately for him, he never was the perceptive kind of guy, so he didn't deduced this until he felt an outside force grabbing the leg that served for his balance, resulting in him falling down on his back with a very audible sound coming from both the mat and his mouth "Ooof".

When his eyes regained their connection to his brain, he saw Adama looking down, before that, he'd been able to hear her criticism, to which he replied with elegance and definitely not the voice of a pubescent boy "Y-your face is poor!"That little gem was followed by a kick directed to the golden eyed girl's feet with the intention of barring her stand and make her trip down with him. If he was able to make her go down, he would try to use his hands to force her wrists down to the canvas, leaving him on the top of her in what he didn't realized was kind of a compromising position.

Adama was fond of the use of momentum in her fights, all too often her opponents would leave just one opening. That was all she needed to turn things around, many a time she fought foes far bigger and more powerful than herself and brought them down before her in a way that could look laughable. The way Daichi fell from grace was akin to him stepping on a banana peel like some slapstick cartoon, the harsh impact and sound he made contrasting nicely with the comical scene. The maiden of the sands slightly smiled at her masterful handiwork, a textbook counter like her mentor would have expected.

Daichi would have felt the mental effect of Adama's game, if the way he had presently found himself wasn't evident enough then the remark Adama made about his lack of skill was going to hammer that point in. He tried to make his own retort, but to be perfectly honest he had just come off as a whiny child trying to engage in a petty argument. Besides many would care to disagree about the features of the siren of the sands with her exotic snow white hair and eye colour being proof of that.

Still though in that brief moment Adama would find herself being struck down, perhaps in that brief moment the desert maiden had lulled herself into vulnerability. Regardless she was sent down to the mat with a thud, with Daichi trying to scramble onto the girl from Israel. He'd managed to pin her down to the mat with her wrists, not good. However Adama's legs were still useful, in one smooth motion she'd wrap them around his lithe body to try and pull an uno reverse and attempt a pin!

Daichi's kick was a move that he did with spite in his mind, however, it proved to be effective in making Adama fall down. The feminine boy gasped in surprise upon seeing how his scheme worked, he wasted no time to get himself at the top of the ashen.haired maiden. He secured her wrists with his hands while he smiled childishly, it looks like things where  finally making a turn to his favor.

This situation wasn't long-lived, because the martial artist still was a formidable opponent, and the Japanese brawler still was a rookie. When he felt those legs squashing the life out of him, he got distracted, and he started to lose his position, it seemed that his rival still had her fair chances of making him eat the ground. Every harsh movement made by the golden-eyed fighter had the potential of releasing her and allowing her to flip the cards on him once again.

Daichi might not look or act like it, but he did had a sharp mind, so he knew that he had to change their situation if he wanted to keep himself on the top of the match. The brown-haired fighter decided to free his captive's wrists, but he had no intention of letting her walk out of this like that, instead, he decided to secure Adama's thighs to his waist with his own arms, couldn't have her escaping this. The small powerhouse stood up with their bodies still attached, the siren of the sand was light enough for him to try this out.

"Hope you're ready for the ride!" He claimed, and then he would try to start spin around, if to this point Adama wasn't able to let go, the spinning would increase in speed, making them both go very dizzy, because it looked like he wasn't intending on letting her go for the moment.

Adama delivered some hard submission holds in all honesty, granted she liked to rely on simply redirecting her opponents moves but her style and approach was more than suited for locking into the opponents joints and limbs and cranking them back as hard as she could. In spite of her dainty and mysterious demeanour the siren of the sands could more than easily make you suffer for mistaking her to be inept there. Sure Daichi managed to secure her wrists, but in his inexperience he forgot about her legs wringing his midriff hard. Adama titled her head and gave a curious glance at him, more so to get in his head as a calm observer despite the pain she was putting him through.

Truth be told Adama was thinking that she'd be lucky to score a pin, given that Daichi had surprising power behind his petite frame. But perhaps she could lower his morale through her mental manipulation, perhaps it might have had some effect. As he seemed to have released his firm grip on the hands of the desert girl, only to instead cling himself further to her and used his legs to stand up. Preventing Adama from realising her hold on him. Instead Daichi proclaimed something and started to spin rapidly around with the maiden in his arms.

This wasn't good Adama's eyes widened and she grunted heavily as they were spun together, she shifted in his hold. Her legs not being freed by his blockade, still Adama wasn't going to go down without a fight. So desperate was the siren to try and escape did she attempt to shift herself upwards into the hold, bringing Daichi again into close proximity with her ample chest concealed by those thin white strips of fabric as she tried to stave off the feeling of disorientation that was being brought upon her

While they kept going round and round, Daichi was starting to get dizzy, his intention was to make this girl get so sick she wouldn't be able to stand back up, however. Adama proved to be more resilient than that, she lifted herself up and tried to reach him,  upon seeing her boobs getting close to him, the pretty boy almost lost his footing. When she finally reached to hold him close to her torso, he kept going in circles with the hopes that she would release him once again.

At some point, the speed would be too much for him to handle, making him let go of her legs to send her flying to the ring in a violent manner. The brown-haired boy would fall in a seated position, his eyes rolling in spirals due to the move that he just finished. When his eyes finally stayed in place, he would look at the place where the Iran girl ended up, he would crawl towards her, still very sick himself and with a slightly green color in his cheeks to prove it.

"H-hey, are y-you ok? I didn't mean to let go of you like that. Did you hurt yourself?" He asked her in a voice that sounded concerned for her well being, but due to the fact of his state, he ended up sounding more like a drunk teenager.