Mai Nagasawa vs. Seraphim Harmonia (Complete)

The following match takes place directly after this one: http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/the-ring-f8/lain-vs-cirno-t3656-10.html
Just helps explain a little. =P


Standard Match
Terms of Victory - PinFall, Submission or K.O.



Seraphim Harmonia





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Mai Nagasawa

She wasnâ€t going anywhere. She had no reason to. After the match between Lain and Cirno, a crowd would normally expect seeing the two fighters gone from the ring, walking out, carried out, or otherwise. But instead, only one fighter really had to make her entrance to the ring. For Seraphim? She was already here. The girl had gotten sick of watching Cirnoâ€s brutal beating of Lain, and decided that it was time to cut the crap. Even though her excuse was simply that Cirno was ‘waisting her time since she was anxious for her match up next,†Seraphim learned a whole lot from what really happened. Learning about a new organization called the Horus Heresy, finding out what happened to White Gale, and learning about how things had changed so much while she was gone.

‘Why the fuck did I even bother coming back…?†Seraphim thought to herself, as she was leaning back against the turnbuckle still. A cigarette nearly half burnt out now resting between her lips, Seraphim took a long drag, her head tilted up as she was leaning back, creating a sort of mushroom cloud above herself in smoke. She had been smoking more than usual, going from a few of these deaths sticks a day to a whole pack now, stress eating her up inside like no other. Ever since she had gotten out of prison for the second time, she had pretty much given up, the girlâ€s attitude right now really demonstrating it. She was just… drifting, feeling like her first comeback match right now wasnâ€t even anything worth doing. Heck, did didnâ€t even seem to dress properly for a fight! Sure, the same iconic black eyepatch was there, and her snow white hair was like a sheet of feathers, but her wardrobe seemed formal. A gray, long sleeved collared shirt, tucked into a pair of black loose dress pants, these tucked in at the feet into large black combat boots. Seraphim looked like she belonged in the city, not in the ring. But anyone who knew anything about the AFW knew Seraphim, and they knew that it didnâ€t matter what she was wearing or how she presented herself, she was still the unstoppable force, the Godhand.

But in her return, Seraphim was once again the Crimson eye. Never again being a Heel, but no longer her later Face status she attained from White Gale. The girl was just… there, willing to take a fight since this was all she knew in life. For now, she waited for her opponent, still leaning back against the turnbuckle with her cigarette. She was mostly hoping to see someone from one of these Heel organizations, so she could go all out. But overall, just about anyone who stepped into the ring was going to get an ass kicking. Her only hope was that she didnâ€t have to see a familiar face. Tracy, Sindel, Karina, Megumi, Masane, Minerva… she couldnâ€t dare to see these people again, the people that helped changed her life, and she had abandoned. She was… too ashamed to see them again.

Shaking those thoughts away though, Seraphim took another drag on her cigarette, waiting for her opponent. Any moment know her opponent would come. But from the uncaring glare in Seraphimâ€s crimson eye, it was obvious that she didnâ€t have much of a care in the world about her upcoming fight,unsatisfied and even a bit conflicted with herself after the fight she interupted before this one. She really hoped she could get her mind off of everything with this match...

The electricity was high in the air as the chatter in the crowd was a low rumble. People were talking and the scene was captured live on television! The ratings for tonight's program would be higher than ever. As Seraphim stood in the ring and awaited her opponent, the lights dimmed. The crowd murmured at who her opponent would be but when the music began to play, a chorus of boos erupted from the arena. the haunting echo of "Hellraiser" brought the crowd in uproar. They knew what it meant, It heralded the appearance of Friction's general manager, Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt.
The German domme strode out with a haughty gait and a proud smirk on her face. Dressed in a sleek black evening gown and a microphone in hand, she was excited with the prospect of tonight's main event.

She got into the ring and looked over Seraphim with a cool smirk. Another rambunctious woman who sought to dictate the order of things in her ring. As the lights came back on, Lukretia first addressed the crowd. "Guten Abend, Ladies und Gentlemen." The crowd reacted with harsh booing but Lukretia ignored it. "Und to you as vell, Frauline Harmonia." She smiled at the woman. "As alvays you know just how to make an entrance. I vanted to personally velcome you back to ze AFW." She tilted her head slightly. 'Und vile I appreciate your desire to compete, perhaps in your next match you could vat until your entrance music?" She gave a small laugh at her jest and waved her words off with a dismissive shake of her hand. "Anyvay, I hope you vill find ze competition I have prepared to your liking. It seems zere is another voman who has also decided to take some time off." Lukretia then smirked cruelly at Seraphim. "She, however, choose to take her hiatus. But she is feeling confident now und I told her zat no expense vould be spared in finding her good competition for her return match. Do not dissappoint, meine frau."

Lukretia pulled down her microphone and took a position, standing next to Seraphim. She would allow the woman to retort if she desired, but only at the convenience of a personal conversation. Seraphim would not be allowed the use of the microphone for the moment. And as "NOtaku no Love!" began to play and the crowd began to cheer, Seraphim's words, if any, would be heard by only Lukretia.

The crowd was in uproar as the song began playing. as soon as the vocals would begin, a louder version of them would be heard int he arena. Obviously sung through a microphone, the crowd cheered at the voice which held an unusual confidence and beauty to them. At the chorus, Mai Nagasawa burst into the arena. A spotlight shown upon her and she was really singing her heart out. Ahe ran down the arena., slapping the hands of all the people along the side and even going up to a fan and hugging them while she let them sing a line with her. She was really pumped up now. Her meeting with Chigusa had helped bolster her spirits and after a long talk with her manager Thomas Drake, she was ready to begin her climb to stardom. She slid effortlessly into the ring and bounced up. However, there was one thing that was missing from the girl. Her trademark ears weren't on her head! The only time anyone had ever seen Mai with her hears off was last match when Da Xia had stolen them. She then wore them in another match, further humiliating Mai.

When the song finished, Mai raised her fist into the air and the crowd burst into a cheer again. It was amazing! possibly more electrifying than any live performance she had done. The lights came on and Mai grinned. "Thank you! Thank you everyone! I..." She stuttered for a moment before suddenly tears began to roll down her eyes. "I'm sorry everyone! My last match... didn't end so well and I hid. I was so embarrassed to have my fans see me like that that I ran from them. I abandoned my dear fans and I just hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I received thousands of letters while I was away and I read them all. They were so touching and gave me the confidence I needed to come back. I promise you, I'm going to personally reply to each and every one of them and seal them all with an extra special neko-kiss!" She smooched a kiss to the audience with a big 'MWaaah!' as she pressed her hand against her mouth and then threw the big kiss out to the audience. "So thank you everyone! And thank you too Chi-chan!" She said winking at the camera. She then slid out of the ring and over to the announcer's booth. "Now, I know that most of you might find it hard to see me without my ears.. but.. I'm not just those ears. I'm Mai Nagasawa and I won't ever let someone take away who I am!" The crowd cheered again and she reached over and grabbed a pair of ears before sliding back into the ring.

"Da Xia!" She said giving an angry look at the camera. "I'm going to get those ears back from you!" She challenged. "As a matter of pride for myself and my fans, I won't let that stand but for now!" She said as she placed the new ears on her. "The Mecha-Neko is back! And she's going to give it her all tonight!" The crowd cheered as Mai bowed She then discarded the microphone and looked over at the two women. "A-arigatou!" She chimed, bowing low. "Please forgive me... I hope this doesn't reflect a bad opinion of me." She said to Seraphiim. That was who she was bowing to. She had nothing to say to Lukretia, who was partially responsible for this situation int he first place.

In all honesty, Seraphim didnâ€t know what to expect for her upcoming match. Aside from a few select people she was too ashamed still to see again, Seraphim didnâ€t care who it was, perfectly fine with any surprise to come her way. She just leaned against the back turnbuckle with a cigarette still blowing, taking a long exhale as she tapped her combat boot against the mat, getting just a little impatient, but still staying quiet. However, music began to play, signaling someoneâ€s entrance. …And it was annoying, some techno crap that Seraphim really couldnâ€t appreciate. It didnâ€t even make Seraphim budge. She remained leaning almost lazily in her spot, watching who she figured was her opponent making her entrance. And… apparently she was hated. The booing from the crowd clearly showing that the next victim coming to the ring wasnâ€t liked, all the better for Seraphim, sheâ€ll appeal the crowd by beating her to a pulp.

Seeing the girl, Seraphim didnâ€t show much interest, but… she knew who it was. Seraphim may not have been one to look up on files of her opponents, nor did she care. But back when she ran White Gale, she studied over the league in great detail, and even before Seraphim left for a long while, she had seen a great detail on this German bitch. She certainly wasnâ€t shy in how she dressed either, trying to appease the crowds clearly by her looks from the low cut top and skirt. Ugh, and she brought a microphone too, just great… Never budging, she didnâ€t make any reaction to the smile Lukretia gave her. She may have been meeting her in person for the first time, but she knew who this was, and she was not happy to see her here if it wasnâ€t for a match. Which clearly, hearing her on the mic, she was just making a scene, how annoying. Letting her speak, Seraphim was hardly at all interested. She did take note however that her opponent also took a hiatus. But unlike Seraphim, she was probably willing, where as Seraphim had been dragged away by the police of all things.

“So… what, Iâ€m guessing you want me to mutilate the opponent? Trying to strike a deal of some sort, Von Creuzfeldt?” Seraphimâ€s words were bland and flat, never budging from her corner as she kept it low and not caring for the microphone, not wanting to be heard. Exhaling a long plume of smoke from her cigarette as she did, she addressed the woman by her last name since solid memory recalled it, and she wondered what the point of her even coming was. However, before she got an answer, another song kicked in, one that certainly was a bit more… upbeat. The vocals sounded live too, not recorded. And it was… beautiful. If Seraphim was in a better mood, she probably would have been smiling and appreciated more. But instead, Seraphim watched from the corner of her at the woman in the ring with her as she spoke to Lukretia, her tone never changing as it did and keeping the cold, blunt aura about her. “Why are you coming to me, huh? Get to your point.” She had a bad vibe from this woman to begin with, even before they met. And she wasnâ€t going to play games at all, especially when she felt like she was dealing with a serpent right now.

As their conversation went on, the girl had begun to enter the ring, and Seraphim didnâ€t look her way. She was keeping her one and only crimson eye on Lukretia, not trusting in having her back turned to her for a second. A sneak attack, a prick from a needle and drug, an ambush of some sort, call her paranoid, but Seraphim had seen it enough times in prison and in the AFW, and when she had this sense of discomfort about her, a sixth sense for danger practically, Seraphim wasnâ€t going to drop her guard, actually being a lot more ready then she may have looked against the turnbuckle. She could hear the girl though off in the distance, and she sounded… awfully cheerful. She certainly seemed to have a good voice, and was definettly giving off this aura of a Face in the ring. In fact, for just a moment, as Mai was entering the ring, Seraphim briefly glanced at her. She was putting on a big speech though… it was rubbing Seraphim the wrong way, she hated these long species usually. However, it seemed like the girl had a lot to say, one of importance too about a loss from before in humiliation, her return, and something about… ears? Whatever, the kid had spirit and was glad to be back, Seraphim wasnâ€t going to interrupt that thunder. Instead, she had her attention on Lukretia, hardly even getting a look at her opponent yet.

In fact, as Mai entered the ring, she would find herself ignored. Seraphim didnâ€t even look at her, a narrowed gaze in her crimson eye and a grim expression on her face as she spoke to the German domme, waiting for her response. Insultingly, Mai might as well have been apologizing to the wind at this point, because Seraphim wanted to know just why Lukretia was here, not paying attention at all to her opponent …And if she didnâ€t get out of the ring soon, she was going to do it through force.

The smirk never left Lukretia's face even as Seraphim was frosty towards her. She watched the entrance of Mai with on eye while keeping the other on Seraphim. A loose cannon like her could pounce but the German domme was prepared for any situation that may come her way. "Hmmmm..." Lukretia said at Seraphim's first words. "I'm glad you already know meine name even zough we have never met face to face before. She waved her hand, talking in a friendly manner, contrasting Seraphim's surly yet apathetic tone. "Do as you vish, meuine frau." She said. "Your entrance und interference in ze previous match has already benefited zis organization quite nicely. In more vays zan just ratings. Neine, Frauline Harmonia, I did not come here to garner favor nor did I come here to strike a deal. In your current state I am vell avare of vat answer any kind of deal I vould make vould receive from you. I merely vanted to velcome you back in person und to let you know zat thing have changed quite dramatically since you left us previously." Lukretia smiled slyly. Actually. If you continue to behave ze vay you did previous, zen ve may be able to get along quite vell. Ze new AFW has little interest in contests between veaklings und you are quite strong. It is of little consequence to me vat you do if you are a pillar of strength. I vill have meine eye on you but I do not make deals vith loose canons. Nein. People like yourself do not need to be controlled to be beneficial to me, meine frau." She added before stepping out of the ring. "Good luck, Frauline Harmonia. I look forvard to zis match." Lukretia then made her way to her personal ringside seat where she was met by a few of her personal maids and sttended to with a cool drink.

Meanwhile, Mai stood in the middle of the ring, catching the last bit of the conversation. She had suddenly become meek as the two 'conversed' Her face blushed and she felt awkward in her own skin, something unusual for the idol. When she saw Lukrretia leave, she sighed. It was good that witch was gone from the ring and hadn't done anything to interfere with the match. She took a step forward. The woman she was up against looked pretty tough. Mai was nervous but not scared. She swallowed hard. 'Ano..." She said meekly before shaking her head. She couldn't be that way, she was the mecha-neko!"

She thrust out her right leg to close the distance between them some way before tilting her head. "It's good to meet you!" She said as she bowed to Seraphim. When she lifted her body up, she had a bright smile. "My name is Nagasawa Mai, the Mecha-Necho!" She then made 'V' Sign with one of her hands. "For the sake of all of our fans, let's have a good match!" She said it as though there were fans of Seraphim as well. Well, she was beautiful in her own right. A hard beauty but none the less, boys and girls alike would certainly admiere it. And she looked tough, rowdy punks and geeks who wished they were that tough could also enjoy Seraphim. And even more so, she seemed to give no quarter to AFW's hated General Manager. So she was standing up for herself. toughs and underdogs alike could certainly enjoy her as well. Indeed, as Mai pondered it for a moment. Absentmindedly bringing her index finger to her lips she gasped. "Oh my!" She said suddenly. "P-please save some fans for me...." Her fake ears twitched. She did not know this woman's name. She was embarrassed to admit but she caught her name from Lukretia. Still, she was hesitant. "H-harmonia... sama." She bowed low again.

Seraphim really couldnâ€t figure this woman out. She had read a profile on her long ago when White Gale was first formed, wanting to know her enemies, both current and potential. But she really wasnâ€t sure how to pin her in terms of what angle she was out. She seemed to come across with some courtesy, the two of them not holding any hostility towards one another, but the whole aura about this woman just felt… off to her. Not to mention what she was saying just rubbed Seraphim the wrong way, like a jab from a needle in the arm that was constant, and wouldnâ€t stop, or a bad itch perhaps. She didnâ€t seem to have a desire to make any deals, so then what was her point? Things changed? Big deal, she figured that much. Seraphim didnâ€t care about it anymore… She knew full well that things had changed after she saw Cirno and how another Heel organization was around, but honestly, Seraphim lacked the will to give a damn. Sheâ€d still crush any Heel in her way, but she had no desire to create some grand scheme and put White Gale back together to stop the madness. At least… not yet anway.

A loose cannon though? Heh, she was getting a lot of nicknames today. She heard her old title as Godhand be mentioned, she was called a Fallen Angel, a Heel, and now that? What-the-Hell-ever… she didnâ€t respond to Lukretia, just blowing out smoke from her nearly finished cigarette, letting the smooth smokey bliss put her at ease, finding the headache she had from her tussle with Cirno starting to fade as well. But fortunately, the woman started to leave, letting Seraphim turn away from her, and finally look towards her opponent.

…And Seraphim had to admit, she certainly was a cute but experienced looking opponent. She had a decent figure, a cheerful attitude, and looked like this wasnâ€t her first fight. Though the outfit made Seraphim actually turn her head to the side a little, the faintest little hue of redness along her cheeks. The bodysuit was one thing, seeing it hug the girlâ€s curves and getting a good idea of her body. But the fox… er, cat ears? Whatever they were, those and the tail combined with the tight-fitting suit threw Seraphim off a bit. She wasnâ€t going to let herself get distracted, but she found those particular things to entice the girl a little, almost like she had a small sort of fetish for the nekoâ€s fashion choice. But, letting her blander, cold persona remain, Seraphim shook it off.

Flicking her cigarette away, it burnt out onto the outside of the ring, and a plume of smoke left Seraphimâ€s lips, feeling calmer with Lukretia gone. Now, the crimson eyes, paler skinned girl looked back at Mai, running her hand through her feather-white hair that went down to her knees, and she took a long sigh, raising a faint eyebrow at her as she offered for a good match. Fans were cheering too, both still in Seraphimâ€s return, and some for Mai too, but Seraphim left Mai hanging, the words she last said trailing off, as Seraphim felt her emotions conflicting. Part of her was a little depressed from how things ended with Cirno. Another part of her was still brewing with rage from the fight too, and knowing that the AFW had become this corrupted. Another part inside felt… blunt still, doubting why she was even here. But because of Mai, another torn part in Seraphimâ€s mind felt a bit at ease, as if even though things were getting worse here, there was still some people with a bit of light and innocence.

Then finally, as Mai bowed to her, saying her name with such respect and nervous hesitation, Seraphim moved over to the girl with a small sigh escaping her pink lips. She reached out, and lightly put a hand on Maiâ€s left shoulder as she was bowing, patting here as if to put her at ease, as Seraphim spoke. “Itâ€s Seraphim, just call me that.” She then said, Seraphimâ€s words sounding a bit calm and even faintly reassuring. She could hardly even try to attempt a smile, but the colder look on her face lifted a little, almost casting a tiny smirk as she then jutted her thumb behind her, right towards where Lukretia just left. “And… yea, weâ€ll have a good match. Just relax kid, Iâ€m not associated with the nazi-bitch.”

Mai let out a squeak in surprise as she felt Seraphim's hand on her shoulder. From all her recent encounters she almost assumed that a surprise attack would be coming but it wasn't going to. Instead Seraphim's gruff but seemingly kind words rang out. Mai lifted herself up and smiled warmly at Seraphim. "Seraphim-S..." She brought her hands to her mouth. She was used to calling people by the most formal thing possible. Even now she had to hold back the "San" she so desperately wanted to say. She then nodded your head. "I'll do my best!" She exclaimed. 'Please forgive me if I am too respectful. I am too used to speaking so kindly of all of my precious fans that it's hard habit to break. I will try my best though, Seraphim." She said with a smile as she turned around and trotted back to her corner.

She turned back around and smiled at Seraphim once more. "Thank you,." She said again. "That's a relief. I've had a dealing with her previously but I did not suspect it. Seraphim doesn't give off the same kind of aura." She admitted. Though she didn't know too much about that sort of thing, she was a pretty decent judge of character if not a bit naive to think that she could ignore her good judgment and assume the best of people. "For the sake of my fans, I won't hold back though, so please be prepared." She nodded and pulled up her hands into a fighting stance as she awaited the bell.

As the bell clanged, Mai charged forward right at Seraphim. Her eyes were focused and she aimed to stop herself a ways in front of the white haired girl. A charge like that was particularly reckless but she believed she stayed out of reach. Mai's biggest advantage in the ring was her lower body. She had long powerful legs and she used them to her advantage. She hoped to send out a kick to Seraphim's chest to send her reeling. A kick that would keep the rest of her body out of harm's way.

Good, the girl was calmed down and starting to focus again. Seraphim may have been an intimidating figure in the AFW, and a powerful opponent, but she saved her wild side only for those who deserved it. A heel who took her status too far, a member of a darker Heel organization, or just someone who needed to be put in their place, Seraphim gladly took them down a peg and sent them to the hospital. But those who were here simply for a fight, or even for fame and fought with a sense of honor, Seraphim could respect, even if she had a tough way of showing it. In the back of her mind, she was still going through a deep amount of conflicted thoughts, her whole return not quite going as planned because of Cirno and this new organization, as the conflict she had just minutes before this match left her in deep thought. But, she put these issues to the back of her mind for now, focusing just on the match,

“No problem, just give it your best kid.” Seraphim said with a tiny hint of a smirk on her face, already looking forward to this now. This girl may have been rather innocent and upbeat, but she did look like she knew how to fight, so Seraphim wasnâ€t going to hold back either. Slowly, Seraphim got to her part of the ring as they were speaking, and she slipped into her unique fighting stance. One leg firmly on the ground, the other raised just slightly, enough that only her toes from the combat boot pointed down were touching the mat, knee raised slightly like a Maui Thai stance. But from the waist up, Seraphim held two clenched fists, one a bit out and ready to strike closer to her own face to attack and defend there, and the other closer to her abdomen, more defensively. It looked like a mixture between Boxing and Maui Thai, not too offensive or defensive, a unique but perfect balance between the two striking styles. “Show me what youâ€ve got!”

And with that, the bell rang and the crowd cheered, the fans also getting the hint that they were going to have a good match. Deciding to let her opponent make the first move, Seraphim watched as the girl dressed in silver rushed her way, her brown hair and tail blowing behind her from the swift dash. Expecting a hit anywhere, Seraphim kept her fists by her two vital points, the lower abdomen, and one by her head. And with a quick lash, Mai sent a kick towards Seraphim. She was fast! Seraphim had good reflexes too, and with little hesitation, she used her left arm that was keeping her body defended, and Mai would instead hit the girlâ€s muscular forearm. Seraphim gave a brief grunt, finding the girlâ€s kick to be surprisingly hard, but she managed to block it. Mai had time for a follow-up blow if she was quick enough. If she wasnâ€t, Seraphim would use her same arm that blocked Maiâ€s kick to instead try and grab the girl by her ankle with a tight grip, keeping her leg held up.

Mai's leg stretched taught when she unleashed her kick. Her sinewy muscles enhanced by the impossibly tight fit of her body suit. Her face had a look of hard determination on it and her eyes had a hard focus, looking through Seraphim to extend with her kick and follow through with it. She hit Seraphim's guard hard. It wasn't unexpected but usually the force of her kicks could break most guards and the fact that Seraphim barely even budged made her eyes widen. She paused seemingly in mid air as she was stymied by the block.

This gave Seraphim enough time to reach up and grab her ankle. Mai's face gasped for a moment but the grip on her ankle made her snap back into reality. Her back thigh muscles tensed and her face returned to a determined look as she snapped her other leg forward to try and execute an enzuigiri, hoping to send her other foot into the back of Seraphim's neck.

“Heh, good kick.” Seraphim said as she managed to grab the girlâ€s ankle with her hand. Mai couldnâ€t see Seraphimâ€s arm, since the collared gray shirt was long sleeved, covering the mark she was hit, but underneath, the girlâ€s skin was red and nearly bruised there. Seraphim felt the sharp kick, and she certainly was packing a cannon in those legs! But the white haired vixen was a brick wall, from nearly 4 full years in prison, and another few months just before her return, the girl had been around the block more than enough times in taking a beating, and of course, dishing it out. In the AFW, she was probably one of the most enduring fighters, able to take beatings for as long as it took, never having lost a match from her incredible stamina. The way she lost her right eye was more than enough proof of just how enduring the girl was…

Mai had to react quickly, as she would feel Seraphimâ€s grip intensifying. It was like a mechanical vice slowly clamping down, crushing whatever it held in the intense grip, starting to bring an intense pain as her pale white fist closed in on the girlâ€s ankle that she held. Carrying a determined expression the whole time, Seraphim was already enjoying this, the stinging pain in her arm that was already starting to fade becoming a firm reminder of what she missed. Pain not from having to fight for survival behind bars, but pain from a competition, something to be worn like a badge of honor! Seraphim was about to throw a punch, wanting to hit the girl in the calf or thigh to hinder her movement, but then, the neko-girl, was quick enough to send her other leg flying, spin kicking her free foot right towards the girlâ€s neck. Seraphim didnâ€t know she was so agile! Realizing she made a brief mistake in underestimating the girl, Seraphim didnâ€t have the chance to react. Normally, her other hand was blocking close to her face, but she was instead ready for a punch, leaving her pale face open. Her crimson eye widening a moment, she saw it coming, before the boot connected hard along the back of Seraphimâ€s neck.

“Ugh!” A dull grunt came from her like a wounded Amazon, and Seraphim felt the force against her daze the girl briefly. In an instant, she released Maiâ€s once caught leg, freeing her from the crushing grip and letting her land properly. Meanwhile, Seraphim was stumbling back, her hand quickly reaching to the back of her neck, as her head was tilted down, feather white hair falling over the front of her as it draped almost to the mat. The girl caught herself from falling, back close to the center of the ropes, and she stood still a moment. A second passed, and suddenly, Seraphim snapped her head back up, her hair thrown behind her like a white wave, and she looked right at Mai. “Seems the fox has a bite.” Seraphim said with a strange grin, a look of excitement on her, like she was actually happy about getting kicked. Sure, it hurt, but pain was about the closest friend she had, she enjoyed itâ€s company. Slowly slipping back into her stance, one leg raised a little to extend her knee, one hand close to her chest, and the other by her fist in a boxer stance from the waist up, Seraphimâ€s slightly unsettling smile stuck firm, crimson eye staring at the cute otaku before her, anxious for another go. “Come on… hit me again. I dare you.”