Open challenge by some little Mauler

Anya folded her arms, sweating from the intense attack and breathing heavy as her hard nipples rose and fell with them. She would stay put, however, until the girl was counted out or rose miraculously

Sasha rolled to her front weakly as the count went on, face pale exept for her blushed cheeks, rolled to a small pool of her own blood, saliva and pee. She curled up a bit, face down and spread eagle.
The count went on: 4..5...6..7..8...
Sasha not moved, only moaned and someone came closer to the ring.

Anya rolled her shoulders, wishing the fight to be over. It would mark her victory, that was most important, but it would let her weaker foe rest and recover her small but tough body. She had to respect the child for fighting as well as she did, not noticing if anyone was approaching

The ref girl counted Sasha out who lay destroyed at her oppoennt's feet.
"9...10..OUT!!" the ref girl counted finnaly and Sasha did not move. The ref girl stepped toward Anya and suddenly there was a big guy in uniform, the glared down at Sasha and growled:"Failure". He stomped into her side and turned to leave.
Sasha's little body was lifted , she winced, the ref girl shocked.

Anya looked over at the man at his speech, frowning at the kick at the downed fighter. "THOU!" she called out at him challengingly. "How dare thee strike a fallen warrior! Before an audience, and the body of one who fought so bravely!" She openly defended her beaten foe, feeling ready to get between them if the man made any more action. "Who dares lay hand or foot upon a downed child, sir?" she demanded

The tall blonde man in the uniform snarled at Anya, frowning down on Sasha as he hissed:"This weak failure is, sadly, my spawn and a soldier who fails is a soldier deserving punishment..got it?"

He looked at Anya with cold, blue, piercing eyes while Sasha moaned and coughed, still down and moving not.

Anya fumed, a flicker of respect for the man inside her but unbreaking in her stance against him. "I may punish her," she said plainly. "Leave her in my care as long as you wish and I will see she is treated to what she deserves. Afterward, do as you will. Is that not agreeable, sire of the loser?" she asked firmly.

The Major looked at the victorious woman, at his daughter again and back at Ayna, then he nodded and turned to leave the ring.
Sasha meanwhile lay there , not darring to moan or begg, or maybe even still too dazezd to do so as she lay there and shivered.

Anya watched the father leave, still stone-faced as she let him go. She'd kneel over Sasha and take her by the arm, hoisting her up by one arm and slinging it over her shoulder. "Come, child," she said lowly. "We shall see you get what's coming to you..."


She would lead Sasha from the ring, to mixed reactions of the crowd but mostly negative, until she was back in the locker room with the little boxer. She'd lay her out on a bench, going to her locker and getting a bottle of medical alcohol and some thick towels. "Disgraceful," she sighed, shaking her head and soaking a rag before dabbing it over the bloodier spots on Sasha, trying to clean her up. "A shame that such a proud little warrior must be disgraced so." She met Sasha's eyes. "I am not here to punish thou, child," she assured. "I have all means to help you. It is as a true fighter deserves, nay?"

Sasha, just returning to her senses, gave a small moan, feeling the cotton touching her sore skin. She blushed a deep red as her wetted undies felt cold and embaressing now and she looked down.
Her thoughts were racing back and forth as she not dared to say something she just lay there and waited, not moving and allowing the winner to do as she pleased, quite surprised that her wounds and scratches were taken care off.