Epic Clash! Ingrid Ulrich Vs. Okumi Masada

Despite panting, Ingrid grinned and slapped her fist against her chest. "I'm always ready for battle!" She took a moment and surveyed the battlefield before fixing her gaze on the samurai. Crouching, she ran at Okumi once more and threw out her hand out but not to punch Okumi but to distract her as she lunged her knee up towards the samurai's stomach.

Kumi gave a fluid strike to deflect the blow, but her eyes widened as her stance was shifted to parry the heavy limb, leaving her fairly immobile. The knee crashed into her belly, lifting her off her feet for a moment before she stumbled back, holding her abs and coughing loudly as she tried to recover and throw a straight punch at Ingrid's stomach if she was able to get her footing back. Even then, it wasn't her best strategy

Ingrid was glad her knee sent Okumi backwards but it wasn't her intention to get into another brawl with the Samurai. When she backed away, Ingrid too jumped back to put even more distance between the two. She then darted away from Okumi and headed for the forest that was near the mud pit. She knew that running away was a cowardly act and not fit for a viking of her calibur but she wasn't running. She was repositioning. She needed to press an advantage and in the mud they were hardly doing anything that would end the fight any time soon. She dodged into the trees and hid behind one, waiting patiently as she panted softly to regain her breath.

Kumi blinked adorably in surprise when the barbarian ran for cover. "H... hey! You're supposed to charge ME!" she called, trying to run after her. The muddy foot prints left an easy enough trail at first, but she lost sight of Ingrid in the woods, and the snow was washing off some of the lower bits of mud.

"Sneaky...." she grumbled. "Father said I should go on his hunting trips, but no. I had to train more..." She had her eyes low, doing a fairly capable job of tracking the footprints. Of course, her lowered head made it hard for her to spot or react very quickly to the viking wannabe.

Ingrid would attempt to use the seeming disadvantage of muddy feet to her advantage as she moved from one tree to another, making her way in a sort of circle pattern, doubling back. When she thought she had sufficiently confused the enemy tracking her, the viking attempted to get behind Okumi and smash her fists into her back and slam her into a nearby tree.

Okumi's senses barely warned her before the heavy blow struck her back, letting out a girlish cry and her modest chest bashing into the tree before her, rattling a light powdering of snow over her as the hard bark squashed her tits against her ribs, shaking her head and holding her back to rub it.

"Nng... sneaky savage..."

Ingrid grinned sadistically at the samurai's words. She then charged forward to spear Okumi into the tree. "The land is our home, eastern demon! She is as much our weapon as our axes and as much our protector as our shield!" If the spear was successful, the viking would pull her fist back and throw punches at the back of Okumi's head.

"UGHHH!" The fit but slender martial artist was utterly crushed against the tree, crying out at the rough bark bit at her exposed skin. "Y...you foul ruffian," she sputtered, then grunted again when she was bashed in the head. She'd try to push back from the tree, using it herself to throw a speedy elbow at Ingrid's nose

Ingrid didn't think that Okumi still had enough fight in her to throw a punch and was caught off by the speed of the elbow. It jabbed into her and caused her to stumble back. She tried to shake off the pain but she would be dazed for a few seconds.

Okumi would catch her breath, holding the back of her head, though her top was pulled a bit loose from her chest, exposing a solitary nipple to the cool air that stung her injured breasts. She'd grunt quietly, trying to put aside her pain to whirl around the throw a straight kick at the viking girl, noting that she was strong enough that it seemed to have nearly leveled the playing field with just one move.