The Devil of the Desert

Dark, thrilling, strange, and sweet. The flavors of Sierra were too interesting to turn away from. Even he didn't fully understand what led him into arranging this spar. All he knew was the spur of excitement he felt when she accepted rather quickly.

Lin was a man who was convinced that he could obtain anything with enough thought and the will to see it through.  He'd developed a keen sense of appraisal because of that, for food, entertainment, and especially women. Frankly, he couldn't stop himself from getting into that ring fast enough.

He stepped over to his corner, watching the Egyptian fighter prepare as he went. It was only Sierra's question that brought him momentarily out of his funk for some serious thought. He couldn't resist the beaming smile that grew on his lips after she accepted. She seemed to have the same idea.

“Best three out of five. No holds barred.” Lin spoke without hesitation. Might as well show off a little, since she was so kind. He shifted to the other leg after he was done, making sure he was limber for the mountain ahead of him. "That's how sifu preferred to do things in my dojo. Don't worry about holding back, either. I'm quite well-tempered for this sort of thing."

He said, being none too subtle about where his eyes were moving as the Egyptian finished stretching out.

Sierra didn’t pay any mind to Lin following behind her into the ring. Instead she took the moment to stretch out any kinks in her neck and shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to cramp up as she’s putting on or is in a hold. So the Egyptian focused on ensuring such an embarrassing event won’t happen.

As she was rolling her shoulders, she heard Lin answer her earlier question on what sort of match they would be having in their little spar. And the white haired man answered with the surprising idea of a best three out of five with no holds barred. Sierra would admit that when she asked, she expected something simple like a standard or submissions only match.

The Egyptian even quirked an eyebrow when she heard Lin add that it was the type of match his teacher and dojo did all the time. “Your dojo has some weird rules.” she muttered to herself before noticing that Lin’s eyes were going off on a little journey to other areas on the Egyptians body.

Rolling her eyes at the fact that she should have noticed this sooner. Sierra would step out of the corner and make her way to the center of the ring. “Well first of all, remember that my eyes are up here ok. And second, would you be so kind as to ring the bell?” she joked as she waited for him to do so before raising her arms and widening her legs. Her mind immediately focusing on the fight at hand.

Lin simply chuckled back, doing his best to appear even slightly embarrassed about being found out. The feeling didn’t come naturally to him, but he sold it as well as he could. He’d become accustomed to the women in his life being flattered from batting so much as a glance in their direction. He was better off keeping up appearances now that he’d committed to this.

Sierra’s physique was certainly worth admiring, but it wasn’t the only reason he had decided to give her another, blatant once-over. He had to take the moment to identify strengths, weaknesses, and gather whatever information he could not that she was geared for a clash. What he gathered over the course of about three seconds only reaffirmed his confidence.

“May the better man win.” The fight was underway but Lin didn’t appear to be in any rush. The Chinese fighter simply raised his hands and approached her slowly from the front. His fingers curled as he reached out, looking for all the world as if he was going to lock hands for a grapple. Maybe one of those tests of strength? It was his understanding that those were customary in these kinds of fights.

Why not? This was just a friendly spar. No need to rush into things so earl-

Sike.

Lin suddenly dropped his hands only an inch from Sierra’s and shot his left leg forward with a snap kick to her inner thigh. If he landed that flush and whittled her posture, he’d chamber that same leg and send it straight forward with a front kick to the Egyptian’s abdomen.

Sierra couldn’t help but roll her eyes once more when she saw Lin’s embarrassed reaction to her calling out the way his eyes wandered. Not just for the embarrassed look, but also because she could see his eyes beginning to wander once more not long after she just called him out for it!

However, when she saw his stance after her “rang the bell”. Sierra would begin to realize that his wanderings had another agenda aside from just ogling her. She had some experience with more traditional martial artists, which is why she was able to slightly recognize the stance that Lin had adopted. Though she would be hard pressed to remember the name of whatever it was.

What she did know at least, was that his eyes were just as likely to be undressing her as they were looking for weaknesses and openings in her legs, arms, and body. So when they would meet in the center of the ring, Sierra would take the side of caution and would raise her arms up slowly when she saw him offering the rest of strength.

Caution that would probably be the only reason she was able to react in time when Lin would suddenly drop his arms and snap his leg at the Egyptians thigh! Sierra was just barely able to twist her leg enough to minimize the damage before she saw him rechamber his leg for a kick at her side!

A kick she would allow to slip past her, his limb slamming into her tensed abdomen and causing the Egyptian to let out a shocked gasp at the power of it! But she didn’t leave herself open for no reason, as her arm would quickly snap down and lock his leg in place! All so Sierra could yank him towards her until they were chest to chest, and her arms would wrap around his sides! And before lin could even appreciate the feeling of pressing against her! Sierra would throw him over her head in a belly to belly suplex!!

He couldn’t help the slight grin that came to his lips after a successful attack. Man or woman, Lin had been wanting to get back into a fight for a while. His days of planning the next big break and staying one step ahead of the competition had been his job for so long, he’d nearly forgotten where he came from. Entertaining as being the most clever person in the room was, it did lose its luster without some fresh activity.

Sierra was just the kind of woman he needed in his life right now. Though she could use some better reflexes.

"Too fast for y-?" Lin just about managed to get out before he was reeled in by his foot. His body slammed into the Egyptian wrestler like a brick wall. Her arms constricted him in a sudden bear hug, the overwhelming pressure forcing a sudden grunt from his lips as their chests pressed together. The small semblance of comfort the sensation brought was swiftly overdone when the world flipped upside down and into a sharp plummet back toward the ground.

Lin's head slammed into the canvas from the suplex, eliciting a cry of pain from the Chinese martial artist. He would roll over to his side after his feet met the ground, going to stand up to two feet again and moving back into his defensive stance. Assuming he could get his bearings before Sierra rushed him down again.

Sierra wasn’t listening to whatever it was that Lin was saying. Not that she gave him any time to finish his sentence as she pulled him in close in a not so gentle embrace and proceeded to throw him over her head in a belly to belly suplex! The sound of him slamming against the canvas brought a smile to the Egyptians face as she rolled up onto her feet and surveyed the damage. Eyebrow quirking slightly at the quick recovery of the white haired boy.

“Oh I’m sorry. Were you trying to say something? I didn’t mean to cut you off. Though I should warn you, a match is not a great place to have conversation.” Sierra warned with a smile as she slowly made her way over to where Lin rose up. His arms raised in defense for a follow up attack that never came as it seemed that Sierra was interested on waiting for him to recover fully.

But if Lin fell for it. If Lin let his guard down and gave the Egyptian the opening she needed. He would find that she was faster than he thought as she would suddenly dash in full speed! Her body lunging in low before shooting straight up as her knee would try to slam direct into the Chinese man’s chiseled abdomen!

And if the attack landed? Lin would feel first hand that sierra’s muscles were for far more than just show.

Ayame Shirogane. The reigning Queen of Beatdowns from Shujin High. Lin paid a heavy price when their roles as the head of their respective gangs in high school led them into an all-out battle. Three bruised ribs and a busted nose, to be precise. That was the same day he’d decided to drop his reservations about meeting the fair sex mono e mono.

Martial arts didn’t discriminate after all. And frankly, if he was going to fight someone, he’d rather take an opponent that was prettier to look at.

He was starting to feel that intuition again when he slowly approached Sierra again. You know, on a very close second look, the woman could easily be confused for rather intimidating. Cast aside the pretty face, and there was a veritable mountain of lean, robust muscle to contend with. But that didn't necessarily make her slow.

The same instant he noticed her tense was the same instant Lin would find himself with a knee in his belly. He'd narrowly managed to tense his abdomen, but it did little good as she blew through him in one sharp motion. The force alone sent him off his feet and back against the ropes, hacking up a lung as he gripped the top rung for balance.