Shotgunpenguin
I have become haitus, destroyer of RP's
Connor took quick and measured breaths as he bobbed in place, fists clenched tightly in a guard as he eyed Cassie carefully. She seemed to finally be taking him seriously if her eyes were any indication, but it looked like she had gotten too focused on him. Donavan quickly approached her form behind, dodging an elbow and stepping into her guard, grabbing her by the shoulder and bringing both down to a knee. What followed was a quick and brutal exchange between the two, ending with Donavan throwing Cassie across the floor of the dining room. She was down, but certainly not out as she quickly retaliated, delivering a devastating looking kick straight to Donavan’s back that sent him crashing to the floor. He recovered quickly, but it was clear that the kick had done major damage, both to his back and to his head.
He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, the blood slowly oozing down towards his eyes as he wiped a knuckle across his brow. A cut like that was going to be bad, not only because the blood would seep into his eyes and affect his vision, but it also gave Cassie a rather big target to focus on. Moving forward, Connor rushed in and cocked back a hook as he approached with a shout, drawing her attention away from Donavan briefly. His first hook was dodged with room to spare, but he wasn’t worried about landing any of his blows right now. He just needed to give Donavan some breathing room.
He continued to throw out wild hooks, each one missing as Cassie backstepped away further and further from Donavan. Each punch was wild and wide, leaving himself open as he continued his pursuit. If she wasn’t winded from Donavan’s assault, she probably could have slipped in a few strikes of her own, but that throw probably knocked the wind out of her. Eventually however, she seemed to catch her breath enough as she swayed backwards, avoiding his hook and lashing out with a kick that caught him just below the knee. He let out a hiss of pain, gritting his teeth and firing off a right straight that missed her cheek by a hair.
Those kicks were dangerous, his leg ached with a dull pain as he narrowly avoided another kick to the same leg by pulling it back. “Gotta get closer. Push into her with everything I have.” He pressed forward, eventually managing to drive his shoulder into her chest. He drew back his left arm and fired off a hook that landed square on her ribs. Two more hooks landed against her body before she was able to push him away, but he wasn’t about to let up. He stepped forward, ready to throw another hook, only to have to dodge at the last second as Cassie threw a punch aimed straight at his nose.
He slipped his head to the side, dodging the punch, only for his eyes to widen as the hand clasped around the back of his neck. Her other hand reached out and found his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “A clinch?” Connor wondered why she would be trying to clinch, from what he’s seen her legs were a lot more powerful than her arms. In a battle of punches, he was sure that he’d come out on top, and he was sure that she knew that too. She needed room to throw her kicks, so why would she be trying to keep him close?
The only warning he got was a sudden manic smile on her face before her knee surged forward, and Connor’s world exploded with pain. Every muscle in his body locked up as his body bent forward, hands coming out to weakly rest on her shoulders as his legs buckled slightly from her ruthless low blow. In the crowd, multiple men let out ‘ooos’ in solidarity for the pain inflicted on their fellow man. Her hold on his neck was quickly released as she stepped to the side and pulled him forward, forcing him to stumble on unsteady legs to keep from falling. She didn’t give him any time to recover, as a powerful kick impacted the back of his legs and sent him toppling backwards.
He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, the blood slowly oozing down towards his eyes as he wiped a knuckle across his brow. A cut like that was going to be bad, not only because the blood would seep into his eyes and affect his vision, but it also gave Cassie a rather big target to focus on. Moving forward, Connor rushed in and cocked back a hook as he approached with a shout, drawing her attention away from Donavan briefly. His first hook was dodged with room to spare, but he wasn’t worried about landing any of his blows right now. He just needed to give Donavan some breathing room.
He continued to throw out wild hooks, each one missing as Cassie backstepped away further and further from Donavan. Each punch was wild and wide, leaving himself open as he continued his pursuit. If she wasn’t winded from Donavan’s assault, she probably could have slipped in a few strikes of her own, but that throw probably knocked the wind out of her. Eventually however, she seemed to catch her breath enough as she swayed backwards, avoiding his hook and lashing out with a kick that caught him just below the knee. He let out a hiss of pain, gritting his teeth and firing off a right straight that missed her cheek by a hair.
Those kicks were dangerous, his leg ached with a dull pain as he narrowly avoided another kick to the same leg by pulling it back. “Gotta get closer. Push into her with everything I have.” He pressed forward, eventually managing to drive his shoulder into her chest. He drew back his left arm and fired off a hook that landed square on her ribs. Two more hooks landed against her body before she was able to push him away, but he wasn’t about to let up. He stepped forward, ready to throw another hook, only to have to dodge at the last second as Cassie threw a punch aimed straight at his nose.
He slipped his head to the side, dodging the punch, only for his eyes to widen as the hand clasped around the back of his neck. Her other hand reached out and found his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “A clinch?” Connor wondered why she would be trying to clinch, from what he’s seen her legs were a lot more powerful than her arms. In a battle of punches, he was sure that he’d come out on top, and he was sure that she knew that too. She needed room to throw her kicks, so why would she be trying to keep him close?
The only warning he got was a sudden manic smile on her face before her knee surged forward, and Connor’s world exploded with pain. Every muscle in his body locked up as his body bent forward, hands coming out to weakly rest on her shoulders as his legs buckled slightly from her ruthless low blow. In the crowd, multiple men let out ‘ooos’ in solidarity for the pain inflicted on their fellow man. Her hold on his neck was quickly released as she stepped to the side and pulled him forward, forcing him to stumble on unsteady legs to keep from falling. She didn’t give him any time to recover, as a powerful kick impacted the back of his legs and sent him toppling backwards.
Connor landed hard on his back, the back of his head cracking painfully against the floor and causing his vision to swim. Lights danced in his vision as he blinked, hands planting on the ground to try and scramble to his feet. He was too slow however as Cassie moved forward, one of her knees slamming into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and pinning him to the floor. Her fists reared back, coming down and landing three punches that threw his head from side to side before he was able to bring up his guard. Gritting his teeth, Connor brought his arms up in front of his head as she continued to beat down on him from her position on his stomach. All he could do for now was try and weather her blows and hope for an opening.
Condition: 91 -> 49 (Pinned)
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Condition: 91 -> 49 (Pinned)
Mentions: BakaTheIdiot