Epic Clash! Ingrid Ulrich Vs. Okumi Masada

Ingrid was slower to get up than her eastern opponent. Not from injury but from savoring the moment a little too long. As she was half way up, she felt Okumi slam into her. She grunted as she was pushed back into the slop. She tried to bring her legs up and wrap them around Okumi's waist.

Kumi grunted and started to secure an arm lock on the Icelandic foe, but her legs caught her around the waist instead. "Uhh!" Kumi let out a soft grunt, clearly overpowered and squashed in the middle by the powerful girl's legs. She tried to twist her wrist painfully, but the position she was in left her little to use in terms of leverage.

Ingrid squeezed and grunted as her wrist was truned. She would then use her free hand to try and throw punches in Okumi's face to try and daze her.

The heavy fist smashed into Kumi's face, rattling her brains as she tried clumsily to yank free, pushing on Ingrid's thighs as she found herself panicking, nearly limp after the fourth punch or so

When Ingrid saw she had dazed Kumi, she released her and shoved her off. She couldn't believe the fierce warrior was already down for the count. She stood up and sent a kick at Kumi's stomach and would step back and eye the samurai carefully.

Kumi tumbled off the Icelandic fighter, throwing up her hands for a semi-successful block to the belly kick. It slowed the blow, but it still connected through her hands and tumbled her back, caking more of her dark skin and hair in the mud.

She rolled to her feet nimbly, taking up another fighting stance as soon as she had her breath and trying to clear her head. She met Ingrid's eyes, her breath heavy huffs of steam in their a few seconds before she straightened out her thoughts a bit and made ready for more, staying defensive this time against the bigger foe.

Ingrid grinned as Okumi rolled up and into a fighting stance. She slapped her fist against her chest again. "That's what I like to see!" She raored and charged forward. She pulled back her fist and aimed a punch at the Samurai's face.

Expecting such a simple attack thanks to regrouping, Kumi would rush her suddenly, diving to the ground and sliding along the mud. She'd lock her legs around Ingrid's ankles, letting her own weight hurl her into the mud and trying to straddle her back, pulling up on her leg to try and squeeze on some pain. "Stay down, you beast woman!" she snapped.

Ingrid was caught by the attack and landed hard on her stomach, grunting as she felt the kawaii straddle her. She grunted as her leg was pulled painfully. "Graaah!" She tried to disguise the pain as an angry grunt. "Pull harder!" She suddenly yelled. "That's giving my legs a good stretch!" The pain was agonizing but she hoped that hearing that would unsettle the fierce Samurai. Her fingers dug deep into the mud and she gritted her teeth to try and keep herself from yelling.

Okumi was indeed offset by the mood, but scowled at the back of the blond's head. "Have it your way," she said curtly. She pulled the leg slightly farther back, hooking an arm under Ingrid's neck to pull on that for extra leverage as well as partly choking her. "Does this satisfy your warrior pride, she-beast?" she grunts.