Sir Michael vs. Mystis. Hentai match

Michael watched Mystis rush at him. He braced himself for some sort of agile maneuver rather than a frontal attack as he assumed she was the quick and dodgy type. Once Mystis dropped to the ground, Michael knew what to do. He fell backwards, the idea being that he would land on top of her with his full weight. If he landed on her, he would quickly sit up and try to slide ontop of Mystis's face, cutting off her air supply with his ass.

Mystis let out a grunt as the air got pushed out from her lungs as Michael dropped right on top of her. She saw him scoot up and knew she had to react. AS his ass came up to slip on her face she'd shoot up her hands on to his ass gripping it tightly nails digging in. She'd bridge her body and push aiming to send him toppling to the side.

Michael's smirk quickly faded once Mystis got a hold of his ass. He cried out as he felt the nails dig into his ass. He quickly got off without the push from his opponent. Once he was off, he would quickly get up and try to pick up his for by the neck for a chokeslam.

Mystis was still sucking in air as her opponent got off of her but she couldn't help but smirk at his cry of pain. It didn't last long though as her opponents hand quickly wrapped around her throat and began to pick her up. Though as he began to pick her up she'd grip his wrist tightly with both of her hands and lift one of her knees and shoot out her foot hard aiming to bury it into his stomach.

Once the Paladin had lifted her up, all he had to do was slam her down. That was easier said than done when Mystis raised her foot. Michael let go of her while doubling over, the wind being knocked out of him from the kick. Mystis had just saved herself from half the equation as only gravity brought her crashing to the ground from about 5 feet elevation. Michael looked at Mystis while she was on the ground and he tried to stomp on her.

Mystis hit the ground with a thud, though luckily it didn't hurt to bad and she had most of the air back in her lungs. Still when the stomp hit, it hurt and caused her to cry out a bit in pain. Thinking quickly she'd grab the perpetrating foot and twist it aiming to bring her foe down onto the ground.

Michael didn't expect Mystis to counter so quickly when he stomped on her belly, so when Mystis grabbed his foot and pulled, He fell down, hitting the mat of the ring with full force. "Argh!" he let out "Damn girl, you're quick, but don't think that'll make you win, nothing will" he taunted, making sure he threw the compliment to make it seem like a friendly jab and less of a rude and pompous remark. Michael would try to break free from Mystis's grasp and stand back up.

Mystis let out a breath as her opponent fell down just grinning at his verbal jab. She'd move back to her feet as well, letting him get to his. "Well, we will just see about that, your strong but that doesn't matter when I get that cock of your in my hand....mmmm or my mouth." She giggled giving him a wink getting into a fighting stance ready to begin again.

"Heh, a girl who has bite. I like that." he remarked before rushing at Mystis with a fist raised. Mystis would quickly find out that Michael was not only strong, but crafty as just at the last moment, instead of punching her with the fist, Michael would drop to the ground and quickly perform a legsweep. If it connects, Michael would move in closer, but not to attack. Rather, he'd show off, and possibly humiliate his opponent by taking off her sports bra, or try to anyway. "Let's see those tits." If it did come off, he would add a flirt to it, "What, did you leave your wings at home? Also, are you an Angel or a Valkyrie, cause I like both."

Mystis watched as her opponent came at her getting ready for his punch...that never came. The leg sweep would catch her sending her crashing down to the mat again. She landed on her back, watching as her opponent gripped her sports bra. Not willing to make things easy for him she'd grip his hands and yank him forward, lifting her foot up so his stomach came right into it and she'd push him back hard. Though if he still had one hand on her sports bra it might mean it was coming off.