A... crush? (for luffy)

Malina was dislodged when Lewa bridged, rolling to the side. She was pleased with her partner renewed vigor, thinking she should keep the spar's pace like this. "Good!" She would let Lewa get up, but as soon as she did so she'd approach her quickly and try to lock up shoulders with her. "Come on, don't keep me waiting!"

Though she was indeed fired up, a little part in the back of her head did a little happy dance at getting the approval of her Alpha. It made her heat skip a beat in a way that wasn't like when she was on the hunt. "Lewa fears NO challenge!" she defied, flipping up onto her feet nimbly and rushing as soon as she had the balance (rather quickly too, with her acrobatics) to lock up and growl as she tried to shove her stronger foe back with momentum.

When they locked up, Lewa's initial speed pushed Malina back a few steps, but she managed to firm her feet on the mat before going all the way to the corner. "Gh... that's the spirit!" She growled as further encouragement; saying those things seemingly had a big effect on Lewa. Malina then started pouring all her strength onto the lockup, aiming to overpower Lewa and push her back. She wanted to see what kind of counter Lewa had against this kind of brute force.

Lewa growled fiercely in reply, eyebrows lowering in concentration and aggression. She seemed dead set on overpowering the one who had already established herself as the stronger fighter in her forceful pushing. This was, however, just as she hoped to come across, as she'd try to suddenly fall backward, landing on her back and balancing on her shoulders as she tried to pull Malina towards her and raise her knees to meet her belly, trying a sort of modified (and suddenly more accurate) monkey flip

Malina straghtened her vision while she struggled, wanting to push Lewa to her limit. However, she was surprised to see that Lewa was doing nothing but trying to push her back. The blonde had already experienced Lewa's speed and agility inside the ring once, and she believed that she was holding a good stock of tricks for situations lke these. She simply didn't believe Lewa would choose the straightfoward, but useless, approach.

Her hunch was then confirmed when she was suddenly pulled and started to fall. In surprise, she was hit on the stomach by Lewa's knees before being raised and flipped. Malina's back hit the mat; she let out a groan, dazed.

"Rar!" Lewa practically barked as she rolled backward, tumbling accurately to land on Malina's chest with her knees resting near her face. She'd spread them out and wrap them around Malina's head, taking her by the hair to pull it deeper into her legs to get a better grip on her neck. "Got you in Lewa's trap!" she insisted, more of announcing it than bragging.

Without any opportunity to recover from the monkey flip, Malina was soon put in a modified version of a headscissors. Not only was she squeezed by Lewa's legs, but Lewa's body also weighed down on her head and neck, making the move a formidable one. She'd commend Lewa, but her face was covered with her crotch and she couldn't breathe properly, so speaking was nigh impossible. She tried to wiggle her head to the sides, wanting to see where the nearest ropes were.

Lewa tried twisting her legs back straight when Malina tried to turn her head. "No! Lewa trap!" she insisted, either breaking her Japanese or naming her move nicely. She'd reach back to grab at her bottoms, grabbing them near the thighs to pull herself backward and wrench the hold tighter

Malina panted inside Lewa's legs, already feeling the lack of air get to her. Although the move was weird, it was very effective: the pressure on Malina's neck tightened every second, and she simply couldn't breathe with Lewa perched atop her. Her shorts were grabbed and pulled, making her body bend and hoisting her hips off the mat. Trying not to lose her calm despite the oxygen deprivation, Malina would concentrate all her energy on her torso and bend her body sidewards in an impulsive motion. As Lewa had her hands on her shorts, that would probably get her off Malina.

Lewa grunted, tightening her grip as her victim tilted but only balancing for a few split seconds before falling off, legs loosening briefly as she hit but trying to use them to reclaim her target in her toned little legs, unless Malina proved too quick