Sabre vs. Wild Thing - Fearful Symmetry

Wild Thing's tumbling came to a stop as her back slammed into a massive tree, wide and tall. She was fine, able to stand up, and she could only look on as the mighty woman emerged from the shadows with bold and purposeful steps. Coming after her. Coming to crush her. Coming to destroy. Who was the hunter and who was the prey?

"Hide?" Wild spat off to the side as she stood up, keeping her back hunched and her arms low, her white eyes glowing in the darkness and peering Sabre's way. "Not from you."

She came darting out of the darkness at full speed, heading towards Sabre, her bare feet pittering and pattering along the forest floor with rapid steps. She moved left. She jumped right. She rolled about. With every step, she seemed to jerk in a different direction with a new move, trying to use Sabre's masked vision against her, going for the blindspots, until she finally came close enough to leap towards her with a long lunge.

Wild Thing dared to get within Sabre's deadly range, jumping in and throwing two punches to her hardened stomach with the sort of speed and ferocity that only a child of the woods could muster.

Sabre was pleased at Wild Thing’s defiance. She wanted a confrontation, confident that a solid grapple and a few hard power moves would put this feral upstart in her place.

Still, the change of tack surprised Sabre, and she was slow to react when her foe went on the offensive. Her visibility was lacking, she knew that now, she’d be forced to remove her mask at the next opportunity.

Now, though, she had to deal with Wild Thing’s advance. A crazy, waltzing advance, reminding Sabre of some kind of rodent. Sabre lashed out with her fist, only to find that where she thought the girl would be, and where she actually was, were two worryingly different things.

Sabre could only punch air, and in return got a hard fist to her stomach. She grunted in pain and doubled over. What her enemy lacked in strength, she’d made up for in speed and aggression, resulting in a bruising blow that left Sabre feeling sick and winded.

Wild Thing's grunts filled the forest after each blow that went into Sabre's stomach, and they weren't just from her exertion. This woman's body was like a living fortress, packed with such tight, raw muscle that even the simple act of hitting her took a toll on Wild Thing's arms and sapped her stamina. It was like striking a sandbag. Little give. Little movement.

But it worked.

Wild Thing hopped back as Sabre doubled over, surprised by her own strength as her fellow savage reeled. She'd done real, serious damage, and now she had to capitalize. She could give no mercy, knowing full well none of it would be returned if she did. Just the way she preferred it.

Moving back in, she reached out and grabbed hold of Sabre's mask, taking advantage of this brief moment when it was at her level. Wild Thing took a solid grip, even getting her index fingers in through the eyeholes, then pulled down while her right leg went up and shoot her knee towards Sabre's chin with all the alacrity and ferocity she could muster.

Sabre felt fingers through the eye-holes of her mask and for a second feared an eye gouge, the true mark of a savage. However it was just used to yank her head downwards, while a hard blow hit her chin.

She lost her footing completely and sailed backwards. Her skull was sorely rattled, having been pulled down, powerfully struck, then pushed back in quick succession, and she landed painfully on her ass.

Through the pain, the only thing she could think of was removing her mask. It was becoming a liability here. She would try and take off the bone faceplate, leaving just the sleeker black eyemask beneath. Rubbing her aching chin, she hoped that would make her less of a sitting duck in future. Although right now, that was literally what she was.

Bone to bone. Flesh to flesh. Wild Thing savored the feel of Sabre's chin against her knee, loved the sound of it connecting, and relished the sight of the cave woman falling down. She let out a feral bark in triumph and started to scramble up the nearest tree, looking she would once again take to branches for cover. She wouldn't. Wild Thing said she wasn't hiding and she meant that. This beast was better taken head on.

Instead, she leaped off the the tree's trunk, using it just like she would have done with a wrestling ring's turnbuckle, timing the jump to send her straight towards her fallen foe. She spun around in mid-air and tried to land on Sabre's chest with both of her bare feet for a double stomp, using what little weight she had to devastating effect.

Without her clunky mask, Sabre now had a slightly better range of vision, but that hardly helped when her foe was attacking from quite creative angles. She looked up to see the forest demon dropping down on her from the adjacent tree. Far too late to do anything other than take the full brunt of the hit.

“UNGHH!!” A cry was forced from Sabre’s lips as she suffered the painful, high-impact, two-footed stomp. Wild Thing’s dirty bare feet slammed into her chest, and although Sabre’s large breasts provided a degree of padding, her ribs still took a hard hit, and her boobs were badly bruised.

Being crushed underfoot and used as a landing pad was never a good thing and it left Sabre reeling, arms clutched to her sore chest. Presumably the watching fans back in civilisation would have cheered, but out in the forest the only noise was Sabre’s rasping groans, anguished and angry in equal measure.

Wild Thing let out a triumphant shriek as her feet sank into Sabre's chest and drilled her into the ground, as a visceral rush tore through her veins. She'd gone so long without this sort of thrill, the unmatched high that could only come from bringing a powerful beast down on her lonesome.

She wasn't done. Even in her wild haze, she knew it would take more than that to put a woman like this down and keep her there. But for the moment, Wild was on top, and she would enjoy it to the fullest for as long as she could.

"Mine."She dropped down on Sabre's chest and scooted up, getting out of the way while her fearsome foe nursed her bruised breasts and leaving a trail of dirt and grime where she slid. Wild sat down on the huntresses neck and pressed her crotch forward, thrusting into Sabre's throat and grinding into it with a lewd press, satisfying the heated fervor between her legs. At the same time, she reached down and grabbed a handful of lustrous white hair, gripping it tight and pulling her head up, while the other hand balled into a fist and tried to come down on Sabre's face with a vicious punch, as much force as her tiny body could muster."Mine!"