Malina vs Lewa Kurosaka

Malina cringed as she was put in the armbar, her muscles now bending painfully in the wrong direction. She had to admit that Lewa was fast, but that wasn't the time for compliments. Kicking her legs, Malina would try to crawl and reach the ropes, which were not very far away from her.

Lewa growled and jerked at the arm, intent on forcing some pain from her foe. She'd sit up slightly to yank the arm back again with refreshed forced, but couldn't do much to stop her from thrashing to the ropes. After all, why would she want to?

"Break it!" the ref called, stepping in.
"I will," Lewa growled threateningly. The ref blinked and realized that she thought she meant Malina's arm, not the hold. It was just that, though, a threat. She was vicious but knew her moral limits.

"Lewa!" the ref insisted. "Let her go now or you lose the fight."
The tan little girl finally widened her eyes in comprehension, releasing the arm and hopping back to give her opponent her space, the ref firmly between them just in case.

Malina thrashed even more fiercely when Lewa pulled with renewed force. She noticed, angry, that Lewa wasn't intending to leave her arm even though she had visibly reached the ropes, and bit her tongue so to hold a scream of pain. Thanks to the ref, though, she was freed from the armbar. Instead of getting up right away, she would wait on the mat for some moments while the ref was between her and Lewa, using the opportunity to tend her afflicted arm.

Lewa frowned at the ref keeping her at bay as the official motioned Malina to get up and resume the fight. Lewa nodded eagerly and skipped on the balls of her feet, anxious to get another crack at her.

"Fight," she grunted lowly in challenge. "Come on!" She'd beat her breast quickly like a tiny ape.

Pressed by the referee and by Lewa, Malina got up, the pain in her arm already subsiding a little.Lewa's impatience annoyed her, but she didn't let this get over her. Still close to the ropes, she faced Lewa and resumed her grappler stance, ready for another bout with her.

Lewa let out an excited little noise something like a yip and a laugh, prancing a giddy little step towards her when the ref gave her the okay. Lewa slowed her pace as she moved in though, glad to have Malina cornered somewhat against the ropes. She'd try to thrust forward and shove her into the ropes behind her, hoping to use the recoil when she returned to grab her hair and swing her by it back to the mat

Unfortunately for Lewa, Malina was already planning to use the ropes for her own advantage. When she saw the girl thrusting towards her, Malina leaned back and drove her back against the ropes. She would then lift her feet off the mat, using the rebound to add extra force to a two-footed kick aimed at the quickly approaching Lewa.

Lewa didn't have the time for even her speedy reflexes to dodge, crashing into her little breasts and toppling her over backward, head over heels. She tumbled to a halt, holding her bosom and coughing a bit as she tried to refill her lungs. She stayed on all threes, her other hand rubbing her tender little chest as she slowly tried to get back up

Malina fell down to the mat and quickly got up with the aid of the ropes again. Not wasting an opportunity to strike, she would move swiftly towards Lewa and try to grab her by her hair, proceeding with a knee to her face if she managed to get a grip on her.

Lewa let out a girlish shriek as her white locks tangled in her foe's fingers, thrashing and grabbing her arms to minimize the pressure. The knee rattled her, making her close her eyes and wince painfully for a bit. If she had the chance though, she'd try to dig her nails into Malina's wrists to try and escape