Post by Lily Pond on Apr 13, 2022 0:40:12 GMT
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[attr="style","color:#C0C0C0;"]A swift rap of knuckles knocked her jab out of the way as the Antichrist pushed herself further, charging at Lily. Unfortunately, her strength betrayed her, driving the girl onto Lily’s fist. The wheeze of air being forced out of Kore’s lungs reached Lily’s ears, and she fell in place as Kore took her half step back, reeling, looking to land a devastating blow to the back of her head, hoping to put her out of commission. Unfortunately, she regained her senses quicker than most, and managed to jerk out of the way. As Lily darted away and ran her mouth, she noticed something change in Kore’s disposition. Her grip stopped shifting, her eyes stopped darting around, a look of calm passing over her face. Lily narrowed her eyes and grinned.
Now we’re fucking talking.
Kore rapidly approached, once again gripping her staff like a sword. Lily’s dissipated as she brought a hand down and out, absorbing the impact of the staff into her forearm before shoving it up and away. Unfortunately, that left her completely exposed for the follow-up. A wicked crack rang out as elbow met jaw, sending Lily stumbling back a step. Her mouth immediately filled with the taste of metal and her eyes squeezed shut. Kore’s words echoed through her mind.
Lily was a fighter first, and a martial artist second. And in a street fight, anything goes.
Lily’s eyes snapped back open, a closed grin across her face as she lunged at Kore before spitting the bloody contents of her mouth at her opponent, attempting to blind her with the fruits of her own labor. Two fists quickly followed, the first aimed at the devil’s face, looking to return the favor of a broken nose. The second, a lightning-fast follow-up, was aimed directly at where she assumed Kore’s heart would be. Where her other strikes had some form of refined nature to them, these were hard, direct blows looking only to cause damage. This wasn't a spar anymore. This was a fight.
Now we’re fucking talking.
Kore rapidly approached, once again gripping her staff like a sword. Lily’s dissipated as she brought a hand down and out, absorbing the impact of the staff into her forearm before shoving it up and away. Unfortunately, that left her completely exposed for the follow-up. A wicked crack rang out as elbow met jaw, sending Lily stumbling back a step. Her mouth immediately filled with the taste of metal and her eyes squeezed shut. Kore’s words echoed through her mind.
Let’s treat this like a street fight.
Lily was a fighter first, and a martial artist second. And in a street fight, anything goes.
Lily’s eyes snapped back open, a closed grin across her face as she lunged at Kore before spitting the bloody contents of her mouth at her opponent, attempting to blind her with the fruits of her own labor. Two fists quickly followed, the first aimed at the devil’s face, looking to return the favor of a broken nose. The second, a lightning-fast follow-up, was aimed directly at where she assumed Kore’s heart would be. Where her other strikes had some form of refined nature to them, these were hard, direct blows looking only to cause damage. This wasn't a spar anymore. This was a fight.