A Picture Worth A Thousand Words

It was a bit ironic that after her own attempts to keep Risako from lashing out in anger, Kishima had been provoked into doing the exact same. Panther was sent crashing into a table and chairs by her push, and now it was the Bomber’s turn to momentarily feel awkward about having taken it too far.

“Look...” Kishima said with a heavy sigh, starting to walk toward the other Angel. “Lets just calm--” BOOM!

Before she could even finish her sentence, a fist had come blasting right into her jaw, rocking Kishima’s head to the side and sending her stumbling back! The violet haired bruiser went right into a table and knocked it over, sending plates and buckets of numerous foods spilling all over the place! The floor around her was now decorated with chips, lettuce, various bite sized pieces of fruit and plenty more.

Kishima quickly pushed herself up and spat to the side, then put up her fists as she turned to face Risako. “Alright, now you’re starting to piss me off! I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re really asking for it.”

Punching Kishima felt like hitting a brick wall, but all the same, Risako still hit hard enough to send Kishima crashing back into a table. It wasn't enough to floor her, though, not by a long shot. Already, Kishima was simply getting back up, and before the Bomber announced the fact, Risako knew she was pissed.

"You've already asked for it!" Risako spat bat. She was in attack mode now, and nothing short of a miracle was going to get her to calm down. She lunged again, dropping low to hopefully avoid Kishima's raised fists and swipe a strike into her midsection!

Kishima never had any professional boxing training, but she’d been in enough scraps in and out of the ring to be more than confident in her ability to handle herself. And with the power she could get behind her shots, she felt like her best bet was to go for a quick knockout. Bring this mess to an end before it escalated even further.

The only trouble with that was, as strong as Kishima was, Risako was quicker. When she came in again the Bomber threw out a heavy right hook, but right at that moment the other Angel dipped down low enough to evade. And before Kishima could even retract her arm another punch hammered into her, this time right in the gut.

“Ugh!” she grunted, doubling over and stumbling back a couple steps. Hoping to pay Risako back, Kishima swung a wild haymaker straight toward the woman’s jaw!

Kishima's firm midsection felt like punching a brick wall, but all the same, it did the trick, eliciting a grunt from the Bomber and causing her to double over. Risako's initial attack had been wild and undisciplined, borne more out of sudden anger than anything else, but now that the fog was beginning to clear, Risako's wrestlers instincts were kicking in now, and a plan of attack automatically formed in her head.

Unfortunately, it formed far too late: Kishima's fist whirled in from out of nowhere, cracking across Risako's jaw. "GUUUHH!" she grunted as her head snapped to the side. She stumbled away, dropping down with her elbows against a nearby table, momentarily stunned for a few seconds with her back turned to her foe...

Lady Luck may have had a hand to play in it, but Kishima’s wild swing led her fist right to Risako’s jaw and sent her staggering back. The bomber had bought a few seconds to recover from Risako’s last punch, and seemed to have bought her an opening too.

While the other Angel had her back turned to her, Kishima strode toward her and reached out to grab onto the woman’s hair. If Risako failed to react in time, Kishima would then slam her head right down on the table she was resting against.

Stars were dancing across Risako's vision after that lucky hit by Kishima. Even a wild and random punch by someone like Kishima, however, still had a lot of force behind it, and Risako was left braced against a table, flexing her jaw and probing it with her tongue to make sure her teeth were intact. Damn, one of her incisors was a little wobbly after that--

"AH!" Risako gasped as her hair was suddenly yanked, her head pulled up hard. Knowing what was coming, Risako growled and tried to slam an elbow back into Kishima's face, hoping that would be enough to stun the bigger girl.

Kishima was fully intent on slamming Risako face first into the table in front of her, until the point of an elbow came crashing right into her nose! “Agh, fuck!” she cursed, immediately letting go of the girl’s hair and staggering back. The pain that suddenly surged through her face was pretty intense, and her hands went to cover her nose.

She could feel blood running out of one of her nostrils. It wasn’t a ton, certainly could’ve been much worse. But she was bleeding nonetheless. And now she was the one seeing stars and having her brain scrambled.

Risako's jaw throbbed from Kishima's punch, but she was still up and running. Turning around, she saw Kishima staggering back, clutching her now bloody nose. She had, in all honesty, been surprised that her elbow had done that much damage, but she wasn't going to stop and think about that right now.

Instead, she surged forward, launching herself at Kishima with the aim of nailing her with a spinning kick to the side of the head!

Moments ago luck had guided a wild punch from Kishima right to Risako’s jaw. But now the tables had quickly turned. Risako hadn’t been in any position to aim that elbow strike, but it struck right on the bullseye.

Unfortunately for the Bomber, that left her too dazed to see what was coming next in time to react. She looked back up just to see a glimpse of Risako’s leg that lasted all of a split second before an intense impact blasted into the side of her head, dropping Kishima straight to the ground!

Risako felt the shock of impact run up her leg as she rammed her foot into Kishima's head. The bigger girl fell as though poleaxed, stunned by Risako's sudden boot to the head. Under normal circumstances, Risako would have just walked away and let that be the end of it, but Kishima was a big girl, built like a tank, with the endurance to match. 

Dropping down across Kishima's midsection, Risako began a good old fashioned ground and pound, wailing down at Kishima's unprotected head, now wanting nothing more than to knock her out...