Jenova vs. Snowman

Snowman would then give a haymaker punch, but he turned it weak as he quickly spun and would suddenly go for a front flip kick to get on the top of Jenova's head.

This would have shocked the female, not seeing this coming the foot would have smashed into her head as she fell to the floor in pain. Grabbing onto the top of her head she would groan while on the ground, not have a high pain-taking level.

Seeing an opportunity, Snowman would quickly go behind Jenova, sit on her back, and pull her legs for a deep boston crab.

Feeling this she would wale out in pain, scratching the ground alittle she would grit her teeth. She needed to think on how to get out rather on the pain that was going to her, she just breathed in and out to try and calm herself down, then focused on ways to get out of this hold.

Snowman still had an emotionless expression on his face as he continued the submission. "Don't tell me that you are gonna give up now."

"S-screw that." She said still thinking of a way to get out, then she had pushed her hands onto the ground lifting her body up to lessen the strain on her legs, while holding herself up she tried to pull her legs out from the males arms with all her might.

Seeing that Jenova was trying to break free, Snowman would give some sympathy and release her from the hold. He backed off and got in his defensive stance, prepared for whatever Jenova has up her sleeve.

She would stay silent for a moment then look to him with an angry look, not even getting back into her stance. "Why did you let me go?" She said with a more like growling tone then a questioning tone. "Don't get cocky..."

Snowman answered with a calm though still no-nonsense response, "It was because I could've done more to you while in that submission. I would've broken your legs easily. But, I know you're much stronger than that and more importantly, I want to see what you got. I showed you mine since you denied my offer for you to get a first shot at me. Now, it's your turn."

She went back to being expressionless, or more or so cold now. Her gaze would be cold like a killer after having slaughtered without a care in the world, she would grant the mans wish and run to him with a quick pace, her speed being on par with that of track runners of famous speeds. She would have been training her legs the most in her life. Once getting into range of the male she would swing her left arm outward but her palm would be open, and she would have her right arm cocked back already.