Delia vs Sasha

Delia shrieked painfully as the tight fist smashed into the side of her belly, hammering into her ovaries through her soft flesh. She fell to her knees, holding herself up with one hand as her other held her gut, coughing and hacking miserably as her saliva spilled gracelessly onto the mat, her frantic but paralyzed mind wishing a hundred various curses onto the brawler.

Sasha stood there, pressing her left palm to her cheeck that was of a pale red now as she glarred at the snake girl. With a short roar she dashed toward the kneeling woman and then jumped off in a low angle, smashing forth her left boot in a kick that came in like a mercyless slash of a sickle as she aimed her heel for the snake girl's cleavage.
Sasha jumped forth hard and leaned back for some more momentum and power for her kick.

The kick crashed down hard on Delia's sternum, making her heave and lunge upward as a reflex, howling briefly in pain. "Ugly little slut," she wailed in painful rage. "I swear I'll gut you!"
Spitting her metaphorical venom, she'd lash out her claw to shred Sasha's top clean down the middle, potentially scraping down her chest and belly lightly as well. She had far more sharp edges than her opponent, and knew that was her main advantage here.

Sasha tried to dodge but failed, the claws sliced cleanly trough her top, leaving nasty crimson marks. The top didn't fell down but was open, the tomboy's flat breasts sticking out pale. Sweat shone on her pale skin and it stung in her wounds.
Blood flew down her tumy and chest as she pressed her left hand on the wounds, glarring at the vicious being, backing up a bit.

As she recovered from her claw attack, Delia would rush in a style of a running tackle, instead letting her body connect with Sasha's and trying to roll around her like a quarterback, though inhumanly more fluid. She intended result would leave her standing facing Sasha's back, trying to quickly wrap an arm over her head and arch her backward with her head tucked under her arm, forcing her pale little tits towards the sky.

"Poor runt," Delia would grin if she connected, eyes lingering at Sasha's chest. "Want me to scratch those little mosquito bites for you?" She'd take her sharp fingernails to Sasha's right nipple

Sasha gasped as she felt this strange woman coilled around her small, burly shape.Sasha's eyes narrowed as she whispered a curse,saying:"Don't dare it slut".
She felt the nails hovering over her small budding nipple that stood out in the cold air of the arena.

Delia grinned wickedly, flashing her fangs for a half second before tightening her body's wrap around the tough Russian girl.

"Wise men say not to call her a slut until you've tried her first," she whispered, teasing her nails over the stiff nipple with their tips, looking to excite and distract her victim before she considered any of the more brutal things she could do. It was just as fun to watch them squirm either way.

Sasha blushed deep red, a growl came from her mouth in a face of shame and anger as she tried to lean forth. She clenched her fists, then bowed her head forth and then smashed it back, trying to nail the back of her head as hard as she could into the snake girl's face.

Delia shifted as she saw her opponent's head go forward. "Not falling for that again," she chuckled, pinching her fingers more firmly over her nipple and rolling it between her fingers. With her neck exposed, she'd also try to press her head in the way of her descending headbutt, attempting to lick at her neck and run the sides of her fangs over its softly.

Sasha felt her headbutt missing and then she felt a completly different sensation then pain. It made her blush deep red as a warm feeling spread across her whole body for a moment. She moaned sillently and quite cutely.
Her small nipple hardened as she leaned back a bit, relaxing slightly.
She tried to keep her mind on fighting and this struggle was to be seen clearly in the kid's face.