Delia vs Sasha

Delia screamed out in agony as her vision swam and her eyes watered, wincing and whimpering on the mat. She tried to drag herself away on her belly, quicker than a human might find themselves in such a position but still quite sluggish for her normal quicksilver pace. She spat up blood dizzily and nearly vomited as she clutched her aching lower belly, trembling but glaring daggers at the hardened, bleeding Russian. If she had a moment's respite, she might be able to surprise the berserking brawler...

Sasha, in her frenzy, winded up and fired her left fist as hard as she could into the snake girls side over the kidneys, hissing:"I hope you like to piss BLOOD!". She shifted some weight, leaning forth to keep on the downed opponents back, her blood sticky on her pale skin as she forced some breath into her lungs and tried to hit hard and fast.
She felt her own mind torn between consuming pain and even more consuming rage.

Delia didn't have near the time she needed to mount a counter, screeching beastially as fists struck at her organs. She gagged and wailed horribly, flailing random weak scratches at her opponent as she writhed in pain, one hand trying to cup her agonized belly region as her guts throbbed in pain, spitting up some saliva-coated blood in her retching, and even a trickle running down her thigh as the blood found its nearest exit in her inhuman anatomy

Sasha growled, skipping a bit to the left, after she coughed of some blood her self, it's coppery taste seemed dull to the human teen as she tried to hammer her fist into the very same spot on her opponents side again.
She turned her right shoulder around sharp to add more momentum to the blow, her rage fading slowly.

"AAAAAAHHAHAHAAAAA!" Delia sobbed and screamed all at once, her hands feebly cupping at her side and belly for weak protection. The fists ruined her insides, and likely not fatal to a magical creature like her, it hurt to hell and back. A particularly good slam caught her right near the ovaries, making her body buck and spit out a mess of blood and saliva over the mat. More of her inhuman blood seeped out between her legs, bubbling out in disgusting spurts. "Mercy," she choked out over her bloodied lips, stained moreso by her bloodied nose. "No more! Gods, no more!" She held out her hands in a pathetic attempt to ward her off and plead for mercy all at once.

Sasha slipped to her knees and growled, looking at the begging girl. She licked her bottom lip and tried to calm down. She slipped a bit forth and her fists where still clenched so hard that her knuckles turned white.
She tried to keep her opponent pinned down, trying to do her best. Then she asked Delia:" Would you stop if I would be the one on the ground?". She did wait for an answer but she was poised to strike.

Her mind was hazy from the beating, and working overtime to maintain her damaged body. Her eyes fluttered weakly at her opponent as she managed. "No... not unless I was bored..." she admitted, too dazed to manage a lie. So long as her prey squirmed, she'd enjoy them one way or another. She wouldn't necessarily kill her, as she felt at the moment, but she savored their writhing and the taste of their fear all the same.

Sasha leaned a bit back, trying to make her knees pin down Deilia's dangerous hands well. She hissed and then, after fighting down the urge to kill her opponent, aimed a solid straight into Delia's left breast below her.
"So you wished to make me beg or give up`?" Sasha asked with a growl as she punched downward with her left.

Delia let out a loud wailing cry, but it quickly deteriorated into a choking cough. Drool fell pathetically from her lips. "Y... yea...." she murmured weakly, trying to reach and cup her pained breast but held down firmly. She looked up miserably at her captor, knowing she was far too weak and her foe far too alert to try any hypnosis...

Sasha took a deep breath once more and stood up slowly after sending a furious hook to Delia's left cheeck. She stood there, her top ragged and unbuckled her shorts and rolled them down a bit, stepping over the downed woman.
Sasha's hand moved between her legs and she spread her own neather lips a bit. She rolled forth her hip and grinned.