Serena Light vs Claire O'Doherty

Serena already barely able to keep standing refused to let herself be beaten like this. But she was having trouble following through with her desires. As she grew weaker, Clare regained her confidence, smacking her in her dazed state with a punch to her face. The impact sent her flying right back to the ropes. The moment Clare realized that she was at the ropes, she followed it up with a heavy right to her face, snapping her head back once more, a stomach punch quickly forced the air out of her mouth.

In this state, one heavy punch would floor her, but Serena was not about to let that happen. Even though she could barely see straight, she knew that Clare was in front of her. Without thinking she used whatever bit of strength she had left to throw a heavy right punch forward, she didn't care if it hit her face or her stomach, anywhere as long as it hit.

Clare saw her weakened opponent cling to the ropes, it made her pleased knowing she had her on her last legs, Clare wasn't in the mood to gloat, she felt the victoy coming and wanted her opponent to know she was dominant. She landed he punch flush, waiting for the next opportunity, when her seemingly battered opponent fought back. Clare took a rough hit, but she kept in close. In an up-close brawl, Clare figjured she had the advantage, and preceded to punch Serena out with two rough right jabs and and an extremely hard let hook, wanting to put the smaller girl down for good. Clare was using all her energy, and prayed she got the victory here, otherwise she'd be contending with the small girls stamina.

Serena didn't know where exactly she managed to hit, but she knew that she hit something. She didn't feel it was hard enough, and she was correct. Because even without opening her eyes, she felt two hard punches flying into her face again. She cried out in pain as she opened her eyes only to get a left hook in the face. That impact was enough to send her flying to the ground, had she not been caught onto the ropes. Desperate for a final attack, Serena threw another hard punch towards Claire, this time round, even through her blurred vision, she knew she was aimming upwards towards her face again.

Clare saw that her opponent would just not give in. She was shocked to see just how resilient her opponent was. If she wanted to stay on her feet, Clare decided she would toy with her until she dropped. Clare was ready to strike out, but she had a hard punch to contend with. It led to her stumbling back a bit, but she regathered herself quickly. If Serena remained on the ropes Clare would come back in with a left-right-left combo to Serena's stomach, each punch as hard as she could muster.

"...eh...hhyhh..." Serena panted in weariness. She felt her last attack strike her opponent probably in the face or so. She thought it was enough, but thre solid punches to her stomach easily changed her mind.

"Ogghdh..ahg...guauhh.." Her eyes widen in shock as she was pounded in the stomach hard. She felt her vision going darker by the second, but with one of her arms drapped over the ropes, she wasn't able to break free, and instead she slumped down to her knees instead. The ref seeing that, quickly pushed Claire away so that she can start counting down.

Clare saw Serena drop. Her opponent was tough, she was wanting to deliver another head punch for good measure, but she figured Serena was hurting. She'd be a fool to get up again, as sore as Clare was, she felt relatively fresh from a stamina standpoint. She figured she at least winded Serena, and on her knees, she seemed out already. Clare was forced back by the referee as she began the count. Clare glared at her fallen opponent, only time would tell if she'd finally been broken, or if they had to go more. Clare owned up to the fact that the hard punches she did take in their latest exchange had made her a bit woozy. She would take the time of the count to shake off that effect, just in case it didn't result in a 10 count.

Sadly for both, Serena was a fool. She was no quiter. She was enjoying this, being a masochist at times like this only served to make this more enjoyable.

"1--2--" The ref started to count down, At this time, while on her knees, she coughed, trying to clear her throat before taking some breaths. "4--5" By the time the ref had reached half way through the count, Serena finally managed to untangle her arms from the ropes. She was tired and badly beaten. She almost collasped face first onto the ground, but she managed to hold out and barely kept on her knees.

"--6--7" By the time it was nearly over, she had finally began to stir, and slowly pushed herself up while stirring.

"--8--9--" It was at the very last second, that she managed to pull herself up.

It was hard to believe it, but Serena was still in the fight. The ref went to check her status, and even though it was getting dangerous. She still persist on fighitng.

The ref seeing that there was no way to end this until a knockout or so, quickly agreed to it. She bought Serena back to the centre of the ring and called Claire over.

"BOX ON!!" She would yell out. Though Serena was badly hurt, she was not going to give up.

Clare watched as the count began, so far so good. Clare didn't suspect Serena would get any joy out of the pain that'd been inflicted on her, and Clare in all honesty didn't want to do any serious harm to her. But the moment Serena began to stir, Clare sighed, she already saw it coming. Clare was enjoying the match enough that it'd be good to continue, even as battered as Serena was, she'd put up a good fight for Clare, who wasn't at peak health either. Clare stabilized though, her bruising was still clear under her eye, but she had caught her breath and calmed her nerves a good deal. The count was nearing it's end, Clare thought she might have been wrong, she might have not beat the count. Then it happened, she ended up on her feet in the blink of an eye, ready to go again. Stupid move lass.... Clare remarked to herself.

She didn't count Serena out, but she did know she was slowing down. Clare had to just box carefully, as painful as it was to admit, Serena was better in a toe-to-toe brawl.
Clare decided she'd try drawing Serena out, shooting two quick right jabs at her and backing off to hopefully antagonize her a bit and make her give chase.

If Clare thought that Serena was going to give her an easy time she was going to think again soon. For now, Serena focused on defense, she blocked the two quick right jabs at her face, and backed off a bit. She was too weak to chase her, if she wanted to turn things around, she needed to plan and be steady.
Though that was harder than it looked, if anything, her entire body was in pain, and while she enjoyed it, it didn't mean much. It only served to increase her endurance at most, eventually a few punches and she'll go down soon, no if she wanted to win, she was going to tough it out.

Clare was nothing short of astounded that her opponent hadn't lost the will to fight. Clare respected that, she respected Serena, and wasn't taking her lightly at all. She still displayed great execution of her defense, Clare felt her guard, still going strong as leather met leather. Clare saw her opponent seizing the time to recover. As little as Clare wanted to play the aggressor and open herself up, she had to get in and keep the pressure on Serena. Clare decided to give Serena a clever feint, charging in and faking a hook towards her ribs, hoping it'd drop her guard long enough to smash Serena in the nose with a crisp right cross.