Dynamite comes in small packages!

Lethe kept her fists up when Layla turned to face her, and couldn't help but let a small smirk play at her lips when she complimented her. "I've only just started. It's way too early to be giving out compliments.." She declared, then moved in, feinting to the left before trying for a jab to the right side of her waist, hoping to fake Layla out.

Layla watched a Lethe came in again, wathing her movements as best she could. SHe wasn't about to get into a fist fight with this girl, she probably more skilled than her in that department. SHe'd have to be more creative.

When Lethe sent the fake punch Layla was able to see through it easil enough. She grabbed the girl's arm, and would shift her back to Lethe so she could try to dlip her right over her shoulder.

Lethe was surprised when her fist was caught. Before she could do anything, she watched Layla shifting her back to her, and felt her pulling on her arm. The girl's movements were swift and fluid, causing Lethe to flip over Layne's shoulder and land flat on her back. "Oof!" She grunts, then looks up at her, with a look of mild surprise on her face.

Layla kept hold of Lethe's arm after the fall, smirking down at her surprised look. She onl learned a bit of boxing to learn how to throw a unch, it asn't her main style of combat. Her true strength lay in grappling, as Lethe wold soon learn. Dropping down Layla would quickly wrap her legs around Lethe's head in a figure four headscissors, still keeping a hold of one of her arms.

Lethe tried to pull her arm away when Layla kept ahold of it, but Layla managed to hold on, and before Lethe knew it, she was suddenly trapped between her legs in a figure four headscissors!

"Nrrghh!" She groans as her legs start to squeeze her tight. "Damn it... you're one of those..." She muttered under her breath, trying to fight her way out of the submission.

"Fooled you, didn't I?" Layla aske smugly, flexing her short but strong legs around Lethe's head. With Layla's small body she couldn't stand up in a stright up fist fight like most people. She had to resort to other means to dismantle her opponants. "You're going down hard, little Lethe."

Lethe glared up at her, then cringed as her legs crushed down tighter. "One of those... shameless women..." She said in a strained voice, not appreciating the insult either. "Grh... you're smaller than me.." She shot back, trying to pull her trapped arm out from between her legs, and at the same time, use her free fist to punch hard at her thighs.

Layla ignored the shameless comment, not even knowing what Lethe meant by it. She frowned when ethe tarted pounding on her legs. With only one fist it didn;t do a much damage as the punk would have liked. "Why don't you save yourself some pain and give up?" Layla asked with a smirk. "Or you can pass out. Your choice."

"Grh... with the first move? Not a chance.." She said, and continued to swing her fist into her thighs again and again as hard as she could, knowing her legs had to give out sooner or later.

At first Layla could ignore the poundings of Lethe on her legs, but after minutes passed it was starting to hurt. She winced, and after one last tight squeeze of the punk's head Layla ould let her go, but she would still keep a hold of her captive arm. She would take it as she stood back up, and once she was she would press her foot don on Lethe's throat, pinning her down to the mat.