A Mountainous Battle (Paul vs Ura)

"Umph! Okay then..." Paul would say, attempting to run up Ura by using her knee as a boost and then would kick her in the head. If that worked he would try to get behind her and then would kick her knee. "So, Ura, this fun for you yet?"

"Uhhh!" she grunted as her face was bashed across by his foot, staggering on her thick legs over the snow before the knee kick hit her. "Ahhn!" she yowled as she fell onto her belly, splashing snow and dirt from beneath her. "Uhhhnn..." she moaned dizzily, all the movement throwing off her senses. "Y... yea... this' great," she said a bit dreamily. "So fun..."

"Well good! Let's see if I can get a hold in now..." Paul would say, walking up to her and would sit on her back, he wouldn't be able to get a camel clutch on her, but he would try to get her in a headlock by placing his hands under her chin and would pull back. "Alright, let's try to get out of this one Ura!"

"Urghh!" she'd grunt out as she was yanked back by her neck, twisting it a bit to try and minimize his grip before putting her hands and knees to the snow, trying to push up and get herself upright. She'd hope to get to her feet before dropping backward to squash the smaller fighter behind her on the ground before he got off, or choked too much fight from her

Paul felt himself get smashed from the mighty bear girl, twitching a little bit as he tried to lift her off of him, but thenhe thought of something, why not hold on? Paul would hang on to Ura, but it was not the strongest hold at the moment.

Ura would lift herself up a bit, finding him still holding on to her surprise. Impressed, she would try to sit upright then slam herself backward again on the snow, splashing it up under her bulk. "Let... go..." she grunted out.

Paul felt himself get slammed into the snow again, and would let go, attempting to push Ura off of him, making sure that he would be able to get up quickly and would try to recover, but at the moment he couldn't and was stunned for Ura's next move against him.

Ura would budge from him with the push, but not by much as his hands shoved into her fat back. She'd be semi-upright when she spun around on her but, trying to shuffle up high and wrap her succulent thighs around Paul's neck, clamping her meaty legs around him in a sudden scissors with a "Gotcha!" outcry.