Hardcore Bird Match: Deathbird vs. Anja the Raven

"Now you're just plain funny, you and the best."
Anja had a hearty laugh, even when her leg was hit by Deathbird. She treid to hold her grip around the other girl while falling to the ground, using her knees viciously to attack any part of Deathbird. She wanted to stay in the game now, not so keen of breaking this delicious fight so soon again.
"We're already flying? Nice!"

"Hey, I do my best." said Deathbird as she was able to take down Anja once more. She got a few hits from Anja's knees, but she didn't care about that. "Yes, we're flying! Isn't it wonderful? Too bad you're the one that's going to have wings clipped permanently!"

With that, she would back off and maintain her fighting stance, waiting for the perfect opportunity to rip the feathers off this little bird.

The smile on the face of Anja didn't stop, although she shook her head at the same time.
"...Shows what you know of birds..."
In a standard match, pulling back some punches and going slow and soft in certain situations was inevitable of you were not totally devoid of any genuine feeling for other beings, but in this hardcore matches, things were a little bit different.

She had still some problems with her arm, so she put her arms up for a defense and came in with a kick aimed at the hit of her opponent.

"Why? You know better?" asked Deathbird as she went in closer to Anja for an attack. But as she did, Anja put her arms up in defense while kicking at Deathbird's own hands. "DAAAAAAH!" Deathbird cried out as she immediately stepped back and shook her hands to try and relieve them from the pain.

Growling, she would say, "You're still nothing to me, little raven. I'll tear your feathers up like a ruthless farmer to his own chicken!" And with that, she would charge at Anja, preparing to tackle her and pound her face in.

"A clipped feather regrows in time. Maybe that helps you for future bird girls and you use plucking from the beginning."
It was a fun fight right now, causing her to grin in satisfaction as she hit her opponent with a kick.
"That hurt you? Funny."
The Raven girl was patiently waiting for Deathbird to come in with punches of her own, but instead she was tackled and the girl attempted to punch her.
"...Uhn...come on! You can surely do better than that!"
Anja huffed and puffed while she attempted to trade vicious blows with her opponent.

As Deathbird continued to bring some punches down on Anja, she would say, "Don't you think I knew that? I just wanted to see how tough of a bird you are and you don't seem to disappoint me." She then felt a few punches from her opponent and it made her grunt a bit, but she wouldn't let it slow her down. When she heard the raven say that she can do better than this, Deathbird responded, "Oh, surely I can do better! (NNGH!) But I must say (UGH!)...it would be to die for."

She would continue to rain punches down on Anja unless the raven can pull something off to make her get off.

"Yeah, yeah, nice talking with you while you go so soft on me..."
Anja had taken some punches of the kind that only a serious and determined contender would use on her, and she was loving it more and more. Although she was still on bottom, and although that was kind of likeable for some time, staying on top was always better.

So she tried to rake her opponent into the face with her fingernails and turn her around so that she could be on top in the funny *exchange of blows* game.

"Whatever." said Deathbird as she still punched at Anja's face. "You really got a smart mouth for someone who's under me right now." But she didn't realize that she had to eat her own words when the raven suddenly got past her attacks and raked her fingernails against her face. "AAAAAAHH!" Deathbird cried out as she covered her face from the pain, but at the same moment, Anja instantly got on top of her to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Though her face still hurts, Deathbird would try to defend herself from the coming blows from the raven.

The Blonde was madly laughing while she hammered away at Deathbird. She felt her own blood pump into her veins and her blood on her lips. Furious fighting was only possible between women in the eyes of the German, male genes seemed to instinctively know a border most of the time. She would probably need some time to heal when all was said and done, but for now that was of no concern for her.
"Bottom or not, communication is the key to everything!"

However unknown to Anja, Deathbird had a plan to try and get back on top. While she was still defending herself from the punches, Deathbird would try to raise her legs up and scissor around the raven's body without Anja noticing. She would say, "You speak of communication, how about you focus on your fighting rather than your yapping?"

If she was able to wrap her legs around the raven's body, Deathbird would try to push herself up and roll backwards to throw Anja forwards on her stomach onto the mat.