"Mad" Max vs Sabine Shanoa - POW at the Parking Lot

"Well...you don't know that you're going to lose.." Max would respond with a light smirk. However, before he could manage to do anything to back up his words, he soon found the Brazilian hook an arm around his neck as she locked a dragon sleeper hold. "Ugh..." he groaned as his hands clawed at the arm that was aiming to stop his airflow. Even as she explored his body, Maxwell had to keep his mind focused on the more pressing matter. His one hand would search for something, anything to grab ahold of to try and yank it and cause Sabine some pain of some sort.

"Fufufufu... just relax... it'll all be over soon." Sabine cooed, her spare hand tracing it's way down Max's chest and down to his pants. She'd like to have done more than trace an outline but unfortunately for the Brazilian: Mad Max had other plans. "Ahhh!" She yelped as her hair was grabbed, her clutch on the young man weakening as she tried to get him out of her hair.

As Sabine traversed Max's body with her hand, he had to keep focused on getting free of this hold of hers. He would have loved for her to have traveled a little further, but as soon as the silver-haired man got a handful of hair and yanked on it, he wasn't going to let go until he was completely free.

Feeling a little airflow returning, Maxwell tried to slip out of the Brazilian's clutches, pushing with his free hand while still yanking with his other. There was no way he was going to let this end so early on.