Estee vs Rou

The Bulletin Board Wrote:

WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. A tall armored figure finishes pounding the last tack into the bulletin board to hold up the match postings; using a fist instead of a hammer. Among the other items posted on the board are couches for sale, lost dogs, and one instance of "have you seen my jar of leeches?".

The bulletin board is fixed onto the side of a hallway 7 feet wide with waxed linoleum floors and incandescent lighting. Windows? Windows are for outside.

General - A hallway much like you would find in any public school.

Natural Element Resource[/b] - Drywall and rusty water from a knee-high drinking fountain.

Weapons - An industrial-sized floor waxer against the wall near the end of the hallway, a wheeled rack full of steel folding chairs, and a janitor's closet conveniently located.

Bonus Effects - Don't forget your Hall Pass.

KA-c*k KA-c*k KA-c***k

The clattering of chains rung and echoed in the hallway as Estee's opponent walked opposite of her down the hall, accompanied by the soft clomping of her black boots on the linoleum floor. Rou's body was tightly clothed in her red and black bodysuit along with her elbow-length black gloves, which contrasted to the glinting silver of two shackles bound around each of her wrists. Chains hung about six inches off of her wrist, the lines disconnected from each other.

Brushing one hand across the pocketed toolbelt on her waist, and the other to push her long black ponytail behind her shoulders, the buxom bandit took a moment to size up her foe. Her golden eyes shone from beneath a curtain of black bangs, pondering what would be her fate. Rou's weapon would surely decide it in due time.

A voluptuous body, and a pretty face. What a pity that the thief would have to ruin it. Rou's painted lips curled into an almost malicious, yet entertained, grin.

Rou raised her right hand, but not with the intent of battle.

"Hiiiii~," she cooed and gave a wave of her fingers, feigning innocence as the chains jingled at her side. She laughed in a terribly girlish fashion, hiding her mouth gently behind her hand. "Estee, right?" Rou asked, and put her hands on her hips.

"A princess as pristine as you certainly doesn't seem fit for such ruthless and unrelenting battle... even less against me. Beg for mercy and withdraw, and I might just spare you," the buxom bandit taunted, although her tone was high and feminine.

Her grin grew wider, and only then did her voice run cold. "I bet you'd look hot on your knees."

Rou chuckled, finding some entertainment in her opponent's sense of humor, and closed the gap between them to about eight feet. "If only it were that easy, right?" the buxom bandit asked, and flashed her a grin, "Unfortunately for you, I've got a nice, fat paycheck coming in if I douse your shirt with blood instead of water."

KA-c*k KA-c*k KA-c***k

The buxom bandit held the chain attached to her right wrist, and began to swing it in a circle at her side. "It's nothing personal, okay? It's just business."

Those were Rou's last words of warning. As the chain she swung hurled backwards in a fast loop, the thief's energy flowed to her weapon, and the chains glowed a bright orange, and then promptly ignited. A thin stream of flame nearly six feet long trailed from the end of the red-hot chain links, making her circle swing much longer as it dragged across the floor, leaving a path of small flames along the linoleum beside her right foot.

As the revolution of her flame whips drew upward, Rou changed the momentum as it cleared over her head. Dashing two steps closer as she thrusted her right hand forward, the flames came back over her head in a Cattleman\'s Crack directly over her head, aimed at the center of Estee's supple chest.

The lash was fast, and was assured to be deadly.

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((My apologies for the delay. Work and school have left me with little to no computer time these last few days.))

Mid-lash, Rou's eyes widened as Estee dashed toward her, putting the buxom bandit in range of what appeared to be the French woman's own whip. Unsuspecting of her skill with lashing, the whip swiftly curled around her knees. "She won't get me so easily!" she thought, baring her teeth as she tried to pour her strength into the whip. Pull.

She knew she was going to fall. With the whip's momentum completed just before her pursuer sought to interrupt her, she jerked the whip with a snap of her right wrist to alter the whip's crack to a Flick, even during a fall. She turned slightly as she felt her knees give way, so she might fall on her left side. The fire whip would extend past Estee's shoulder, as the momentum would carry it around her neck as it finished it's spiral.

With any luck, now that Estee had proven herself closer to Rou, her momentum already completed, and having turned to the side, as fast of a lash as Estee had bequeathed to the buxom bandit, the French woman would find the length of the flame whip curling around her beautiful neck.

The buxom bandit bore the pain as she hit the floor, keeping her head in, towards her shoulders, and tensing her muscles to keep hold on what would be a burning, strangling hold on Estee. The close-contact with the heat would cause blistering burns, choking her victim with her unrelenting grasp. The longer she stayed in contact with the flames, the worse it would prove to be. Rou would feel quite guilty if Estee's pretty hair caught on fire-- but let's just say you make sacrifices to get your way.

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Quote:

1. Estee's whip wrapped around Rou's knees.

1. Rou continued whip's intended path, to let her whip wrap around Estee's neck, to choke and burn her.

1. While falling, Rou turned onto her left side to absorb the shock of the fall, protecting her head and keeping tense on her whip.

Estee's head was blazing, yet the French woman was still coming after her. Rou couldn't get up in time to avoid being straddled by her opponent, but luckily the twaron-fibered bodysuit and gloves that she wore prevented her from being burned by the flames as the embers of her hair divested themselves from her scalp. The smell of burning hair stung her nose, making Rou grimace as she tried to fight off Estee above her. The distractions around her prevented her from keeping focus on her fire whips, which caused them to douse themselves, the flame whips fading at her sides and becoming only ordinary chains.

At this point, the whole thing looked like a catfight. Estee was on top of her, grabbing, punching, and her hair alight with flame.

Just as Estee gripped the buxom bandit's wrist, Rou jerked it around in a clockwise circle, which would bend her opponent's thumb inward, causing Estee's grip to falter. If she'd tried to persist with the grab, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't break her fingers from getting stuck between the shackles and Rou's skin to maintain her grasp.

"Gyhhhurk!" she sputtered, the punch hitting her square in the cheekbone, turning Rou's face to her right. Damn, that hurt. She guaranteed that she'd find an attractive purple bruise there, later. Her mouth bled, leaking out of the side of her lip.

Rou's brain kicked into panic-mode. She didn't care what lengths it would take, she just needed to get Estee off, and now. With Rou's left hand, she extended her fingers into a flat palm, right next to her chest. With a swift, upward blow, she quickly and forcefully thrust the heel of her left hand into Estee's stomach, to knock the wind out of her.

Next, the buxom bandit's freed right hand went to her waist, just above Estee's legs that were straddled over her hips. She pulled at the head of her smithing mallet and released it from it's holster, dragging the handle from underneath her opponent's thigh.

Rou gently allowed the head of the mallet to slip in her grasp along her hand by gravity, gripping the end of the handle as it reached her palm. Bringing the mallet out to her right side while Estee would have to draw in breath to recover from the thrusting of the buxom bandit's palm-strike, she used her strength to pull the mallet back in, to quickly strike the left side of Estee's head by her ear and top of her jaw, even over her opponent's arm if she hadn't reclined.

For the slightest of moments amidst her strike, Rou's panic-stricken face would be removed by a bloodied, maniacal grin...

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Quote:

1. Straddled by Estee.

1. Escaped wrist-grab by rolling wrist clockwise.

1. Punched in the cheek.

1. Thrusted the heel of her left hand into Estee's stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

1. Withdrew smithing mallet from utility belt holster and struck Estee's left ear and jaw.