Queen of Brawl, Wolf of Battle (For Darius)

A savage smile spread across Ciara's face, taking in the sight of Sarah's blood. Growling in satisfaction, she pressed her attack, launching a barrage of punches and forearm strikes, aiming for Sarah's chest and abdomen with her fists and targeting the head and collarbones with her arms. More and more she threw her defense to the winds as a disturbing combination of bloodlust and battle instinct bubbled up in her. The two were fighting at pointblank range; if Sarah rallied and counterattacked, there was nothing stopping her from hammering her own attacks home. But the same was likely true as well.

The match had already turned from an heated spar to an angry brawl. Now it had begun to transform into a bloody unarmed duel.

Punches and jabs, elbows and forearms, Sarah took all of these as she was trapped in the corner. And she gave them all back in spades. It was brutal close-quartered fighting that Sarah enunciated with some harsh swear words. The Queen of Brawl gave it as good as she got it.

After a hard and brief slugging contest Sarah's left hand would suddenly whip out to claw at one of Ciara's breasts, digging her nails deep into the girl's fleshy orb. If Ciara was distracted by this Sarah would send a swift knee into her crotch, and finish off the combo with a brutal uppercut into her chin. If all went well Ciara would be sent stumbling backwards, and with her hand still clutching one of her breasts, Sarah would tear the bra right from Ciara's chest.

Ciara's mind was a disorganized mixture of anger, satisfaction as her blows struck home, and dogged perseverance as she pushed through Sarah's strikes. The blood trailing down her neck and the coppery taste on her tongue that indicated she had cut the inside of her mouth somehow spurred her on in her battle lust. She grinned and laughed harshly whenever Sarah cursed, and for a good few minutes, the two girls traded blow-for-blow, fueled by adrenaline and willpower, paying no heed to the damage slowly stacking on their bodies.

Then Sarah sunk her fingers into her breast, and Ciara, howling with fury, retaliated by driving a palm towards her enemy's solar plexus. Her clouded mind caused her to miss upwards by a margin, and her right hand latched onto the underside of Sarah's sports bra. She saw Sarah's knee rocketing up and knew she didn't have the time to dodge or block. But if the Queen of Brawl wanted to punish her pussy, Ciara decided to make sure that the redhead would feel it too. Using her grip on Sarah's garment for leverage, her own knee rocketed up and towards Sarah's nether regions. The two cruel strikes passed each other, and then smashed deeply into their targets. Ciara screamed in excruciating pain as she received her end of the mutual crotch-buster, her legs nearly buckling from the agony. But drawing on primal reserves that she had only used in the field before, she pushed through the pain, ruthlessly shoving her physical suffering into the back of her mind. Then Sarah's uppercut smashed into her jaw, snapping her head backwards. Almost automatically, Ciara kicked out with her left foot as she was sent hurtling back and her sports bra began to tear. Catching Sarah in the stomach, the frantic kick was more of a push-off than an attack, but her right hand's death grip paid off.

As her own bra was stripped away from her tortured breast and outwards, Ciara inadvertently tugged her hand upwards, tearing away a large strip of fabric and ripping open Sarah's sports bra, straight down the middle. Staggering back until she regained her stance, the raven-haired soldier winced as the pain in her crotch throbbed and slowly began to ebb away, then noticed her useless garment. Snarling, she ripped the rest of the ruined sports bra away and glared balefully at her enemy, awaiting the next move.

Sarah's eyes bulged as Ciara's knee slammed between her legs just as her knee collided with the army girl's crotch. A short and pained cry escaped her, the pain nearly blinding. Sarah had taken many hits to that particular area since arriving in the AFW, so she could take more damage down there than most. Still, no one could get used to a hit like that.

After nailing Ciara with the uppercut, there was a painful ripping noise, causing Sarah to blink. She looked down, and saw that her breasts were bare for all to see. Also, the ninja star tattoo on her shoulder was clearer to see. Sarah's eye twitched in irritation.

"You're just a big ole' copycat, aren't you?" she growled. She wiped some blood from her nose and then spat some more from her mouth. The Queen of Brawl removed the remains of her bra, tossing over to the alarmed Rika. "I am going to fucking rip your head off...."

Ciara's eyes narrowed as the word "copycat" snapped from Sarah's lips. She didn't take kindly to such a dismissal of her favored fighting style. "What's the matter," the Spec Ops maiden snarled, "Can't take what you dish out? I thought you were a fucking brawler!" She registered a new trickle of blood from her nose that the redhead had inflicted during their exchange and flicked a thumb across her upper lip, removing most of the blood.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what she had done as well, then regained her composure and licked her lips partly in appreciation, partly in sarcasm. "Not bad, Queen, not bad at all. Hey, after you fucking rip my head off, you wanna do something later?" She gave a harsh laugh, cracked both sides of her neck, then beckoned to Sarah, this time with her middle finger. "Come on, bitch, I've got ALL day to play with you."

Oh, now she was questioning Sarah's toughness? This girl was fucking dead!

Sarah rolled her eyes as Ciara attempted to make a pass at her. "I am so sick of these chicks coming onto me!" she growled under her breath. How long would it take these people to realize she was straight? Brshing off the comment with a dark mutter Sarah accepted Ciara's challenge, and charged her head on. Choosing to take a note from her wrestling experiences, Sarah leapt at the soldier with a dropkick to her chest, hoping to surprise Ciara with this move.

For the first time since Sarah's losing streak, Rika was starting to get worried about the Queen of Brawl. This girl was going toe to toe with Sarah, and they were getting more and more battered as time went on. And neither was looking to stop anytime soon. "Be careful, Sarah...." she whispered.

Ciara sneered, satisfied that she'd gotten her own rise out of her opponent, then hunched down as Sarah rushed in towards her. But she almost didn't see the kick coming until it was too late. She had to hand it to the Queen of Brawl, even without a defined fighting discipline, the girl instinctively knew how to fight, and fight well.

She had cleared her head just a little, even if the anger remained, and kept her eyes on Sarah's chest and abdomen for any change in movement. She thought the redhead had passed the point of no return and quickly hunched her body down for another full-on impact. Suddenly, faster than Ciara thought possible, Sarah's abs loosened and stretched from her hunched-forward stance and the hardened fighter realized her opponent wasn't going to do any striking with the upper body. The redhead was attacking too fast to dodge or even parry the attack and Ciara was hunched over in a stance that would take the damage full-on. She couldn't straighten herself up in time so she did the only thing she could.

She threw herself backwards.

She brought her hands up to block, but the raven-haired warrior only parried the force of the blow elsewhere on her body. The kick slammed into her left shoulder and even in swift backward motion, Ciara knew that a direct static defense would have been easily overpowered. She hurtled backwards, tucking her legs and head, hastily going into a roll, then kicking out with her feet, driving her upright and back. Her back pushed hard against the ropes and she quickly regained her balance, bouncing on her toes a little, but wincing at the bruise that blossomed anew on her stricken shoulder. Even though Sarah had dropped to the ground as well with the strike, Ciara brought her fists up in an MMA stance and began to circle the other girl before she even registered whether the Queen of Brawl was standing again or still on the canvas. She aimed to move closer, where Sarah couldn't launch another running kick, and see what happened next. Because of this girl, whatever happened in this match, Ciara was primed for most anything now.

With a grunt Sarah landed on the mat after the drop kick. That was the thing she hated about that move, the 'drop' part of dropkick. As fast as she had performed the kick Sarah was on the offensive again, not wanting Ciara to get a moment of rest. She rolled towards where Ciara circled, springing to her feet and diving at the soldier, going for a hard tackle at her legs to bring them both to the mat.

Ciara immediately spotted Sarah going for her legs and both her MMA and wrestling instincts kicked in. She shifted her weight forward quickly and tried to throw her legs back as her enemy closed in, attempting to bring her upper body down on Sarah's back. Her right leg managed to do so, but Sarah connected with her left leg. Still, Ciara bent her knee and trusted in her low forward stance to keep her from going down the way the redhead wanted.

She drove her chest and shoulders down onto Sarah's back and wrapped her left arm around her opponent's head. She would try to sprawl Sarah against the mat, with her muscled body bearing down on her.

Sarah suddenly found herself in an awkward position when she failed to bring Ciara to the mat. The military girl latched onto her before she could fall, and pressed her weight down to try to bring her to the mat. Sarah quickly used one of her hands to prop herself on one arm, now on her one hand and knees under Ciara. The other arm was still wrapped around Ciara's left leg to keep her own hold on her opponant.

Growling in frustration at the disadvantaged position and immediately reacted. Drawing on what strength remained in her, Sarah would go for yet another low blow, slamming her fist into Ciara's crotch.