Hela vs Pammy; It's a Very Kawaii Christmas! [Charlie Brown]

Hela couldn't help but laugh at the way Pammy looked with the box in her head.

"Zat vas fun! Lets try anoter, ya?" Hela said as she grabbed another box, this time full and quite heavy and prepared to ram it on top of Pammy's head. But right when Hela held the box over her head Pammy landed a blind kick on her belly.

"Oufffff!" Hela groaned and she staggered back letting the box fall to the side. Before Hela could recover Pammy got to her feet and crashed into the blonde fighter. Both kawaii's went down hard on a mess of boxes at the base of the Christmas tree.

"Ficken hure!!" Hela yelled as her back crushed a handful of gifts, someof them digging painfully on her ribs. Hela would wrap her legs around Pammy to scissor her opponent and then would rain slaps on top of Pammy's head with one hand, while she yanked one of Pammy's pigtails with the other.

Pammy yowled in pain from the slaps and hairpulling, trying a different approach as she reached up and clawed at Hela's chest, the other trying to pull at her ribbon-dotted hair.

"Crazy little kraut!" she snapped at her.

"AIGHHHHH!" Hela screamed loudly as she felt Pammy going for her breasts and yanking her hair.

"let go, hure!" yelled the German girl as they rolled on the mess of gifts. Finally Hela managed to push Pammy away and rolled in the opposite direction breaking the huge.

Pammy stumbled up, regrouping and rubbing her aching head a bit. She stumbled through the mess of (some smashed) gifts, then grabbing one from underfoot and tearing away at it, hoping to get some revenge inside

**GIFT NEEEDED!*
**go ahead and post some counter-action if you like**

Hela kept rolling to put more distance between herself and her opponent. Finally coming to a stop, the German girl got on her knees and raised her head to see Pammy opening a gift. Hela growled and quickly grabbed another gift box, tearing the ribbons and opening it hoping to get something better than Pammy.

OOC: two gifts needed. ^_^

And what revenge Pammy did find! Inside the hefty package was a plastic monstrosity! None other than one of the finest armaments known to man! From the famed kids foam ball gun manufacturer Foosh came the powerful Ball Bazooka. Clocking in at about half the size of the diminuitive domme herself, the Ball Bazooka provided six foam ball loaded barrels of pure power, rotating pump action shot mechanism for rapid blasting action, sturdy plastic construction to withstand the fiercest of horseplay from wild little boys and psychotic oversexed little girls (No assembly required!), and not just a full load of 24 balls, but also an additional two packs of spare balls (a total of 48 spares!) to ensure you would never be short on ammo.

Unfortunately, the cases for the spare balls had ruptured in the match horseplay, causing the balls to spill everywhere around Pammy like packing peanuts escaping a hastily opened parcel. Fortunately, the reassuring heft of this formidable piece of firepower would ensure Pammy knew that it was locked, loaded, and ready to rain foamy death upon her foe!

Pammy looked over her present a moment before realizing what she had.... and what she'd just lost.

"My balls!" she yelped, grabbing at them to desperately try to load them as quickly as possible. "Now I know what Fritz here must have felt like before The Surgery..."

The box was wrapped in plain red paper, there was a small card, "happy christmas " written on it with a chibbi version of Sasha Brenshov's face, smiling.
The gift box held a matroshka, a russian wooden puppet in six layers.
It was the only puppet Sasha ever owned.

Hela looked at the card and raised an eyebrow wondering who was that chibi. She tore the red paper and slide her hand to grab the present. She pulled out the beautifully crafted Matroshka. The German face twitched with a mix of expressionless dissapoinment and rage that was enhanced by the frustration she felt when she saw Pammy holding a bazooka.

The Nazi kawaii came to the conclusion that she hated the Russians above all other people on Earth. Fortunately Pammy was having problems gathering her ammunition. Hela was about to toss the matroshka away, when an idea struck her head. Maybe there was something inside it. So while Pammy got hold of her balls, Hela estarted to open the matroshkas.

The first one poped. Another doll inside.

Hela opened the second. Another doll.

The third. Doll again.

Hela sweaty hands started to have trouble opening the smaller and smaller dolls. They were all tightly locked and in her desperation they started to slip.

Fourth doll. Doll inside.

"*aagggggggghhhh scheibepuppe!!!ich hasse dich, stuck scheibe!!" Hela cursed throwing the dolls away.

Pammy stuffed the foam balls into her gun, only gathering 5 before she settled on this and pumped the handle, not quite catching why Hela was so distracted and angry but glad for it.

"Nazi-so fast, bitch!" she teased before unload the balls at high velocity at her foe, looking for the surprising use of long-ranged attacks in wrestling to pelt her silly. She'd aim for the little girl's face first, then if she raised her guard shoot at her bare midriff and belly