Queen of Brawl, Wolf of Battle (For Darius)

Ciara staggered upright, her ears still ringing and her vision spinning, but she leaned on one knee with the other still planted on the canvas and tried to recover. As the pain faded, she smiled grimly at Sarah. "Yeah... payback's... a real bitch, ain't she?" She inhaled and exhaled deeply after taunting her opponent, feeling the pain and disorientation steadily recede. She had to hand it to Sarah, she had the strength and the speed to fight well on the front lines, but if half the rumors about the Queen of Brawl had been true, she'd been on her own battlefield for most of her life before the AFW.

She managed to get to her feet, but still she bent over with her hands on her knees, not trusting herself to stand completely upright after taking a blow like that. Her smile tinged a little with grudging respect as she regarded the redhead again. "Guess Round One was a draw, then..." she muttered.

If there was one thing Sarah hated, it was her own tricks being used against her. And as she struggled against the pain between her legs her mind was filled with nothing but fury against the military maiden. "A draw?" she repeated in a growl. "Fuck that. I'm going to fucking wreck you, bitch."

In an incredible display of willpower Sarah stood up straight, grit her teeth, and with a feral yell charged straight for Ciara, looking to spear her hard through the waist.

Ciara's eyes flared and her lips drew back in a furious snarl. Usually she would have been impressed at a combatant's refusal to give up, a refusal to even imply defeat, but Sarah's belligerent tone fueled her spark of anger into a burning flame. Irrationally, a thought sprang into her mind: I'll get this bitch to acknowledge me, even if it's from a damn hospital bed.

"Then come get some, tosser!"

Dropping her stance like a football lineman, Ciara roared and rushed forward, meeting Sarah head-on. WHAM! The Spec Ops fighter grunted loudly as she was stopped right in her tracks by the force of Sarah's charge, but her lowered stance meant she took the heavy impact in the chest and shoulders rather than her stomach and waist. She felt the soles of her feet slide backwards but planted her heels in, determined not to let the Queen of Brawl gain another inch of ground. Laying her head firmly on the redhead's shoulder, Ciara aimed to lock up with the girl and force her back, then while she was preoccupied, disengage her right arm, clench her fist, and drive it up into Sarah's chest in a hard uppercut.

In another stunning collision Sarah slammed right into Ciara in the center of the ring. It was a wonder both where still standing after that but they were, and now pushing against each other to gain some kind of ground. Sarah grit her teeth, pouring a good deal of strength in an attempt to push Ciara back. She was aiming to push her into the corner, or maybe even take her to the mat. But to her growing frustration, Ciara would not budge.

The Queen of Brawl coughed as Ciara's fist slammed into her chest, an area that was beginning to become quite sore. BUt throught the pain Sarah eyes flashed malevolence, and shortly after Ciara's uppercut, Sarah would open her mouth, and bite down hard on Ciara's ear.

Ciara's eyes widened in shock and pain, then quickly gave way to unbridled anger. Sarah's teeth had already started to draw blood, and the warm trickle sliding down her neck flipped a switch in her. "HELL. BLOODY. NO." She growled out before her right hand shot up again, this time up and over Sarah's shoulder to latch powerfully onto one of the main locks of hair that flowed down a side of the redhead's face. Hauling cruelly upwards, Ciara tried to yank the other girl's mouth away from her while bringing her head up for retribution. Clenching her jaw against the pain, she tilted Sarah's head upward, then let go with her left hand and slammed a brutal palm point-blank into Sarah's throat.

If they somehow continued in their test of strength, spurred on by a big helping of rage, Ciara would try to take advantage and force Sarah all the way into the corner. If Sarah let go, however, she would only get a moment's reprieve before Ciara wrapped her in an anger-fueled bearhug and threw her into a corner instead.

The metallic taste of blood entered Sarah's mouth, and she grinned with her teeth still sunk into Ciara's ear. Suck on this, bitch! Sarah screamed in her head. The thought of drawing the first blood of the fight set off a lust for more of it. She wouldn't stop until Ciara was drowning in a pool of her own blood.

As a reaction to the sharp pull of her hair Sarah would actually bite down harder on Ciara's ear. When Ciara tried to pull her away she would find it wouldn't be so easy, and as it happened Sarah was still biting down hard, nearly tearing the girl's ear off in the process. It was only when Ciara raised her palm to strike her throat did Sarah react, releasing the bite and quickly catching the blow in her hand. With the momentary distraction it was easy for Ciara to overpower Sarah, and with an alarmed yelp she was pushed back into the corner, her back slamming into it painfully.

Wincing from the impact, a malicious smile formed on Sarah's lips, which were now stained with Ciara's blood. Slowly she licked the blood from her lips, never taking her eyes off the military girl, and chuckled darkly. She was mocking the girl before her....

Ciara growled in pain and frustration as Sarah bit deeper, then snarled as her throat strike was blocked at the last moment. She had slammed Sarah into the turnbuckle with a satisfying amount of force, however, but when the Queen of Brawl licked her lips of Ciara's blood, the raven-haired fighter saw red. Almost instantly, she forgot that the ring was a sparring arena instead of a battlefield, and her clouded mind demanded that she would not stay the sole bloodied combatant for long.

With a bloodthirsty cry, Ciara charged in, determined to beat the redhead bloody and beyond against the turnbuckle for as long as it took. She threw a vicious elbow with her right aimed at Sarah's face, then the rest of her body would follow with such momentum that she would crush her enemy into the corner with renewed force. Then the brutal infighting would begin. If the Queen of Brawl wanted out of that corner, she would have to fight her way out, toe-to-toe, inch by inch.

Sarah laughed as Ciara screamed and charged. The Qeen of Brawl took pride in the fact that she brought out the worst in people. Unfotunately for Sarah she did not anticipate the military maiden's next attack, and the elbow slammed right into her face. Her head snapped back with a cry of pain, right before Ciara crushed her between her and the corner.

Clenching her teeth Sarah started to push Ciara away from her, trying to get a bit of room so she can lanch an attack. When she did it would be devastating, launching a knee directly into the girl's crotch again. If Ciara hunched over as a result, Sarah would swiftly follow up with a knee to the face.

As soon as Sarah strained to push back, Ciara immediately pulled back, if only slightly, firing off a quick left at Sarah's stomach as she did so. She needed some room to beat her enemy into pulp as well. Then as the redhead rose her leg for another knee to the crotch, Ciara, determined not to take more damage down there than necessary, took a course of action that would embarrass both combatants later on, but for now, she was too intent of the fight to care.

She stepped in tight again, this time pressing her lower body closer to Sarah's, so that instead of a knee, her enemy's thigh would thrust upwards into her nether regions instead, greatly lessening the impact. Grunting as Sarah's powerful upper leg rammed into her crotch, Ciara grabbed Sarah's throat at close range with her left hand in an iron grip then thrust her right palm forward to crash into the brawler's nose. Ciara wanted Sarah to bleed as well, and she would have it one way or another.

Sarah blinked when Ciara moved in closer, not realizing she had done so to avoid the full brunt of her knee strike. She just found it kinda awkward at the moment. SHe clenched her teeth, about to strike back, when her throat was suddenly grabbed tightly. Sarah gagged in surprise, caught off guard by the attack, and that was all the opening Ciara needed to slam her dist into Sarah's face. There was a sickening crunch, and blood started to trickle from the Queen of Brawl's nose.

watching from the sidelines, Rika winced in sympathy. She was doing that a lot watching this match. She knew that Sarah was insanely strong, but this Ciara girl was giving it just as hard. How much more could they take?