Priss and Sarah: Confrontation

Priss remained fully on her guard, quickly dodging and weaving from each of Sarah's punches, wanting to get under her skin more before the fight truly started.

"Scared of you? Oh please. You're a fucking bully that beats on girls weaker than you. Face a real woman in a real match, and you'd see just who's fucking scared of you!"

With that, she suddenly would throw herself towards Sarah, aiming a single, swift, right hook to the her face.

Sarah's punches were easily dodged by Priss, who apparently had quite a bit of skill herself when it came to fist fighting. It took a special kind of experience to dodge some of Sarah's attacks.

"UGH!" Sarah grunted, Priss' counter attack snapping her head to the side. Sarah would pause to wipe her lip, bringing her hand back to look at, seeing that Priss had actually managed to cut her lip open.

Sarah frowned at the sight of her own bloodm turning to look at Priss with an even fiercer glare. "Alright then," Sarah said. "You're slightly better than her." Sarah raised her fists at the ready again. "My turn." Sarah would then unleash another barrage of punches on Priss' face again, only this time with much more speed and intesity. Even if none of these managed to hit, Sarah's real attack would come in the from of a swift kick to Priss' stomach. If that managed to double the biker over, Sarah would swiftly follow up by sending an brutal elbow to the back of Priss' head.

As Sarah's second volley of punches came in, Prisss dropped back to focusing on dodging them, trying to avoid them. This of course, left her wide open, as Sarah's boot found a new home in her stomach. Her eyes went wide, the biker doubling over towards Sarah, as that elbow suddenly struck her. Priss dropped to her hands and knees, crying out with a grunt, but that alone wouldn't be enough to stop her, the biker already trying to push her way back up to her feet.

After her sucessful series of attacks that sent Priss to her hands and knees before the Queen of Brawl, Sarah was now in the postion to deliver a major pounding on the biker. If Priss wanted to mess with Sarah Gatt, she was going to learn exactly what that meant.

Before Priss could get to her feet again, Sarah would rear her foot back, and rocket it back at Priss` face, hopping to cacth her in the jaw with her boot.

Sarah's foot would find a firm home in Priss' face, causing the biker to be slammed to her side on the hard concrete.

She hit the ground hard, rolling to her back, one hand naturally running up to her jaw to rub it. That had hurt, damnit, and she intended to pay Sarah back for that. If the so called 'queen of brawl' had thought that was enough to keep Priss down, she was nuts.

Again she would try to sit up, slower this time, but more careful in case of another attack by Sarah.

Sarah snarled as she took Priss down again, now running on the pure anger she was feeling. If Priss had the nerve to call her out down here wearing her jacket, she was gonna get everything she wanted. Sarah Gatt on the rampage was what she was getting.

WHen Priss started to get up again Sarah was already rushing at her, and once she was high enough the Queen of Brawl would attempt to deliver a running knee strike straight into Priss' face.

Priss was at the disadvantage now, no doubt about that. Still though, she knew quite a thing or two about brawling herself, having been in quite a few nasty gang fights of her own in the past.

So, when Sarah came racing in with that nasty knee to her face, Priss' hands would naturally shoot up to try and block it. Not just block it, in fact, but she would actually try to catch it, trying to fall back and use Sarah's own momentum to throw her down to the concrete floor with her.

Instead of Sarah's knee meeting the soft flesh of Priss' face as Sarah had oh so wished to happen, the Queen of Brawl's attack was blocked before being used to send Sarah crashing to the floor.

"Ugh!" Sarah grunted, falling to the hard pavement on her back. The back of her head bounced against the concrete, momentarily stunning her, but this wouldn't be for long. She was already attempting to get back to her feet. "Grr...fucking bitch..."

Even as she was trying to get up though, Priss would be trying to roll back towards her, trying to actually roll atop of Sarah, with a big, hard fist aimed right to her face.

"Stay down!" She snarled, her voice dripping with hatred for the so-called queen.

Sarah's attempt to get back up would be thwarted when Priss suddenly rolled on top of her, pinning her down beneath the biker's weight. The sudden pin left Sarah off guard, leaving her open to take yet another punch to the face.

"UGH!" Sarah grunted, her head again bouncing off the concrete again. Sarah refocused her gaze on Priss, and rather than bark at the girl atop her, Sarah fized her with a sneer. "Ugh....you hit like a girl."