Seraphim and Masane: Old wounds

The knuckle strike left her incredably dazed as she blinked a few times, trying to clear her head, still reeling from the blow. But, if there was anything Seraphim could tolerate more than anything, it was pain, and this, it wasn't going to stop her. Masane's taunt was enough to drive her to continue, and as she was on the mat, Seraphim's eyes slanted a bit with a deviant smirk, soon rolling to her side and getting back to her feet.

"Mmph... sorry about that." She said with a hint in her tone like she was planning something all of the sudden. "I'm just getting started; fortunately you rattled me awake." Her smile growing a little more, even as there was a red bump mark on her head, Seraphim stiffened her joints for a moment, causing a loud pop to come from her shoulders, before she resumed her stance, taking offense now. "Round two!" She yelled out, leaning in and charging for Masane with her whole body weaving in low towards the girl. She quickly went for an uppercut, hoping to sneak in and under her. But, if Masane dodged, she would barely have any time to react to the following strike of Seraphim's knee coming up next, aimed square to hit her in the gut with an iron force.

Masane smiles a little, shifting back into her stance as Seraphim stood back up, and was preparing herself for an attack. She cringed a little upon hearing her joints popping, and then leaned away as the uppercut came in. It was then she felt a fierce force slam into her gut and caused her to bend over, gagging out saliva as she was hit directly by the blow, and left her gasping for air.

When Seraphim's blow hit it's mark, she grinned with a dark smirk in success, ignoring the growing headache she had from the attack earlier, and continueing her assualt with her next manuaver. Normally, Seraphim prefered to do almost every one of her attacks as a strike or hard blow, but when she so Masane reeling from her heavy blow in the gut and bent over like that, Seraphim saw a golden oppurtunity. Quickly she grabbed the girl from the back of the waist, her strenth allowing her to easily pick Masane up, pulling her up with a forceful yank, and holding her up side down, the girl's legs over Seraphim's shoulders, and the back of her head pointing towards the mat. Looking down at the girl as she held her tight around the waist, Seraphim's grin grew a little further, before she blew a kiss with her lips, like she was saying 'goodbye.' After that, Seraphim put in all her weight with a sudden drop, bringing the back of Masane's head and neck down hard into the mat into a devistating powerbomb, releasing the girl as she did.

(Masane)

Masane blinks when she suddenly felt herself being picked upside down, and looked up in surprise at Seraphim. She frowned as she blew a kiss goodbye, and braces herself for the incoming pain.

"ARRGHH!" She cried out as her head was slammed down into the mat, and she felt herself blacking out, her legs draping over Seraphim's shoulders motionlessly.

Not expecting that to be the final blow, Seraphim had backed up, as she released Masane, quickly wanting to resume her stance. She found it difficult to though, her vision getting a bit fuzzy, not realizing how nasty the after-effects of her blow to the noggin had done to her until now. But, when her adrenaline rush was starting to cease, the pain she had mastered in blocking off so well was starting to have reprecussions, causing her to drop the stance and put a hand to her forehead, cringing a little. Seraphim told herself not to worry about it too long, because Masane could have gotten up at any moment. But, when she saw that she hadn't moved on the mat for a few seconds, and her eyes was closed and wasn't reacting to the pain, Seraphim raised a brow, -that hurting even a little too- before she counted aloud.

"3... 2... 1...." She said to herself, counting backwards instead, like her own personal count for her being knocked out. When Seraphim realized it was really over though, she sighed slowly, somewhat dissapointed that the match ended, but also releaved to have the victory. She took it slow as she approached Masane, still rubbing her forehead, before kneeling in front of the the girl, pleasing her free hand under Masane's bruised head, lifting it up a little, gently shaking her, hoping that in a few moments, she would rise awake from her unconscious state. If she didn't.. Seraphim would do the right thing and bring her to the medical bay, but for the moment, she stood by the girl's side, having no intentions of doing anything foul like she had before.

Masane groaned she felt herself being shaken lightly, and she started to open her eyes, and looked up at the white haired girl. "Ow... that.. was a hell of a slam..." She groaned, but she had a small smile on her face. "That took me completely by surprise.."

When she saw Masane open her eyes, Seraphim felt releived to know she was okay, even speaking fine and clearly. Sure, she was dazed, Hell, Seraphim felt pretty bad now too since her adrenaline rush stopped and the pain was soaking in, but overall, she was just glad things ended the way they had. "Eh-heh... yea I.. don't normally resort to slams, thanks." She said with a little sweatdrop and an awkward smile, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly before going right back to the obvious bump on her head. "Jeeze... though I nearly got my brains scrambled there. I thought I was the one with a cannon for an arm." She said as a joke, slowly getting to her feet now and offering Masane a hand to help her up.

Masane smiled a little, and reached up for her hand, and stood up with her help. "So I guess I'm now a member of White Gale." She smiles.