Claire vs Taylor

With all her senses alert, Claire waited for the enemy to come. And waited. Every second, she played on her mind a possible outcome of her counter, preparing herself for the real thing.

And waited. Wasn't this taking too long? Curious, she turned her head back, only to see Taylor standing at a distance. Did she see through her plan? Or was it that she only fought standing opponents? Whatever it was, the result was the same, and so she abandoned the farce and got up. At least, she had rested a bit, so facing Taylor again would be slightly easier.

Taylor got to rest quite a bit as well. Probably not as much as Claire, though, who was laying on the mat, in a much more comfortable position. Well, at least they could resume their match now. The fans wouldnt be any happy if their time-off would have taken any longer. The blonde woman stepped away from the ropes, slowly approaching her standing opponent, her arms up in a defensive stance, her eyes wide open, ready for anything. She couldnt lower her guard now. Not after all that has happened. One mistake, and she could lose. So now, she had to make sure it was Claire who ended up on the losing end. ...Yeah, that wasnt very angel-like, but she didnt like to lose. What kind of example would she be setting if she lost? Definitely not a good one for the rest of the angels.

Claire got closer to her strong opponent as well, looking at her between closed fists. Everybody, including her, had waited too long for the match to be restarted, and she wanted to know soon whether she was at an advantage, a disavantage, or neither before going for a possibly final offensive. She approached Taylor and, when she was just out of her punching range, she stopped and opened her guard, surprisingly offering a test of strength. She said nothing but looked at Taylor meaningfully, inviting her. This way,they would be able to tell which of them was more worn out.

Taylor gladly accepted to lock up with her opponent, holding her hands out in front of herself, her fingers intertwining with Claire's as she started to push, her forehead just inches away from her white haired opponent's. For just a moment, and if Claire was looking into her eyes, she'd see a red light flash inside her eyes. This couldnt mean anything good for the white haired girl...

The blonde woman'd push forward with all her might, but not only that. She'd also try and twist her opponent's wrists, in order to add some pain and make sure Claire couldnt overpower her. "Quit... now..."

As soon as their hands touched and started pushing against each other, Claire noticed that she was going to lose the test of strength soon. "It can't be! How can she still have so much strength?" She could still hold out against Taylor for a little while, but sooon she'd be overpowered. Looking fiercely at Taylor, she then noticed something dangerous in her glare just for an instant. She wasn't in a good place, by any means.

Before offering the test of strength, she had imagined this could happen, and had planned to get away from Taylor as soon as the difference in strength became clear. However, she wasn't able to back away, as her hands were painfully twisted and trapped by Taylor's. "Grr... never!" With her arms trapped, her only escape were her legs, and so she kicked strongly at Taylor right leg, hoping that she shock would make her let go before that position became any more painful.

Taylor kept torturing her opponent's wrists, an evil grin appearing in her face. This couldnt mean anything good. Well, at least she gave her the chance to quit. She wasnt going to hold anything back now. The blonde woman looked quite a bit more... uh, evil than before. She stared right into Claire's eyes, her forehead pressing against her opponent's as she kept pushing. Just then, she'd get hit by the white haired woman's kick to her leg, which made her hold on her opponent's hands weaken a bit, but she managed not to lose it.

"So be it...!"

The angel would exclaim before attempting a violent knee blow to Claire's stomach, attempting to knock the air out of her and take away what was left of her fighting spirit.

Claire sweated and struggled, trying to think of another way out as her kick hadn't made the cut. Taylor was seriously hurting her hands now, and all she was doing was push her further. She had to get away from her, and soon, or else that grin - that evil grin would-

"So be it...!"

Trapped in place as she was, the alarmed Claire couldn't dodge or block Taylor's attack in any way, and she was hit by the gruesome knee strike. "G-gah! Aahh..." Spittle left her mouth as her insides were turned upside down by Taylor's knee; the impact was so strong that it made her feet leave the mat for a moment as her body doubled up in pain. Stunned and breathless, Claire was again open to Taylor's attacks.