Hardcore Match: Fathia Aiyn Vs. Deathbird

Fathia saw Deathbird try and throw up her hands and wondered if the girl was looking to get them broken. The thick dense wood of the donga stick was probably something better avoided than deflecting if possible but the pirate didn't care. That would make her job even easier. However, Fathia would be left vulnerable with such a commitment to her own attack if Deathbird succeeded, Fathia would be speared with Deathbird's palm.

Deathbird would hiss as her hands tried to catch and grab the stick. She knew that it would be painful, but she had to take risks in order to try and win. If this worked in her favor, she would try to pull to get Fathia closer and give her a spear to the stomach.

Faitha wasn't able to defend the punch to the stomach and when it hit, her eyes widened and she puffed out a breath of air. She staggered and clutched her stomach, losing the grip on her donga stick with one of her hands but trying to stubbornly hold onto it with her other hand. It was one thing in the world that she would never, ever give up.

(Uhh, one question. What kind of boots does Fathia wear if she's a pirate?)

Ignoring the pain in her hands, Deathbird would try to grab that stick and whack Fathia on the head with it as Fathia still held it with one hand. "Come on, let go of it, so it'll be a fair fight. I'll let you fetch this in the end." If her attack had worked, she would even try to grab one of her opponent's arms and throw her over her shoulder.

(She's barefoot)

When Fathia felt Deathbird clutch her donga stick, her grip suddenly tightened. The quick jerk made Fathia turn her head. She wasn't going to let this woman use her own weapon against her for sure. But she smiled at Deathbird's words.

"Who said I was lookin' for a fair fight, matey?"

When Deathbird grabbed her hand, she grunted and tried to tug it away, along with her donga stiick. It would be pretty awkward for Deathbird to try and do any kind of throwing in the position she was in though.

Deathbird gritted her teeth when she felt like she isn't going anywhere with this. But then she would smirk as she said, "Well, if you insist..." She would immediately release Fathia in the hopes of making her stumble backwards from so much force of the pull. If she did, Deathbird would charge forward in an attempt to tackle her down onto the mat.

Fathia did stumble as she was pulling with all her might. It was enough to give Deathbird the opening she was looking for and when she hit with the spear, Fathia let out a grunt as her donga stick rolled out of her hand and out of the ring, clanging to the mats below.

Deathbird's trick was a success and she had a fair fight now that Fathia's stick was out. "Now, we fight!" she would say as she tried to grab Fathia by the legs and make her fall on her back and pull her to the center of the ring. If this worked, Deathbird would get those legs under her armpits and turn her over for a Boston crab.

Fathia felt Deathbird pull her towards the center of the ring as she looked up at the girl. When she tried to pull her over into a Boston crab, Fathia struggled as best as she could, planting her arms and jerking her feet back and forth, looking to keep Deathbird off balance and maybe even make her lose her grip so she could send her heel between Fathia's legs.

As Deathbird was going for her submission, it only lasted for a little while as Fathia was beginning to move her legs vigorously. After so much movement, Deathbird would immediately release Fathia as she stumbled forwards a little. Getting back in her stance, she had to go defensive now.