Fathia Aiyn Vs. Amy "Lion" Evans

Fathia grinned as she had Amy in a more advantageous position. The blonde even let go of Fathia's wrists and the white haired pirate smirked. She was about to continue the torture when a hard fist punched her belly. Fathia gasped and lurched forward.

"Hnnnn...."

Fathia growled and swung her arm forward to try and elbow Amy in the face before rolling off the blonde. She was eager to try and get her donga stick back as well as avoid more punches to her tight belly.

Amy continued to fight with all she had to get Faitha to let go and it seemed the belly punches were the ones to do it as Faitha got up and pulled away, but before throwing in one good elbow to keep her down.

"Rruugh!" Amy grunted as her face was knocked to the side while Faitha got up and away. Angry Amy moved away as well, after all there was an abundance of weapons around to use and Amy couldn't think of avoid reason not to.

Holding her stomach with one hand, Fathia scrambled over to her Donga stick and snatched it up. She then spun around and looked at Amy. With a cool smirk on her face, she grabbed the large stick with both hands and held it in front of her like a sword. She slowly began to inch her way towards Amy and looked the blonde over.

"I don't think you have anything that can beat this, matey." Fathia said and lunged at Amy. With the thick wooden stick being nearly eight feet in length, she was sure she had the reach advantage and, at the very least, was able to stay out of counter attack reach even if she missed.

Amy was looking around for a decent weapon when she heard Faitha speak up, she turned around to see her holding up her damn stick again. Althoug Amy had to admit it looked pretty freaking handy right now, it was bigger then anything she could find so she she looked for something that she hopped was stronger.

Quickly Amy grabbed the steel chair before heading in Faitha's general direction, chair in hand and out in front of her. "I don't need something better, I just need something good enough  to get it out of my way while I get my hands on you." She said as she moved in to swing the chair at her opponent.

Fathia grunted as her stick clanged against the chair Amy managed to grab. The pirate leaped backwards and shortened the haft on her stick to get a better grip on it and then bent her knees. Rather than swing it like a chopping motion this time, she thrust it forward trying to stab it into Amy and force her backwards, hoping to use her reach and expertise to overcome the heaviness of the chair.

Amy swung at her and the stick collided with her chair, the clang of the weapons made her hands uneasy but she kept the chair regardless and attempted to go for another one when Faitha changed tactics. Rather then swing it like a weapon she stabbed at her with it as she charged in, making the end of the stick ram into Amy's belly.

"Uggh!" Amy moans as she backs up and away from her opponent coughing, she raised the chair above her head to go for Faiths but she immedtyl put it down and in front of her to keep from getting hit again. "This isn't a sword fight you know."

"It's a stick fight, matey." Fathia said with a cool tone and with the grip and Amy hunched over, swung her stick to the side, trying to catch the chair with the stick and rip it out of Amy's hands. If she could do that, she would snap her arms the other way and swing the chair right back at the blonde, looking to hit her with both the chair and the stick at the same time.

Amy wasn't able to properly hold the chair after the blow, that damn stick hurt more then she thought. She merely kept it up in front of her to keep from taking another blow from her stick fight however feeble it was the chair was still wider and could act as a sheild when necessary.

Unfortunately it meant very little when the person holding it wasn't holding it very well, as Faitha just knocked it out of her hands and left her defenseless. Amy certainly wasn't about to stand there and take it as she ducked and rolled out of the way and tried to exit the rig to compose herself.

The chair whizzed past Amy as she ducked out of the way and Fathia watched it crash into the canvas. She smirked, still having a firm grip on her Donga stick. She lengthened the haft once more and began to stalk around the ring, keeping an eye on Amy like a prowling jungle cat. She retained her air of superiority while she patiently waited for Amy to realize the futility of her actions.

"What can you do?" Fathia responded coolly. "You have no trick to defeat me. We wrote the book."

Amy growled but other wise ignored her opponents taunts, she needed to find a weapon that could equalize the stick she carried, the chair didn't work out, a kendo was likely wasn't strong enough, and a sledgehammer would be to slow. Eventually Amy looked further under the ring and found a wooden table, good enough she supposed.

Pulling it out and leaving it folded up She pushed it into the ring before sliding in, making sure to immediately grab the table so she could pull it in front of her in case Faithia came in to attack her. If she got situated she would hold up the table in her hands. "Alright let's see how that stick of yours holds up to this." She said as she ran forward, looking to push against her with the table to both block the stick and drive her backwards.