Ambitions of the Bold (V/Elyss)

She felt her fist dig into V’s stomach, her knuckles burying themselves into V’s abs in an attempt to rip the woman’s internal organs asunder with agonizing pain. However, Elyss’ adversary decided to show an extreme tolerance for pain. Though, Elyss knows how shrugging off damage goes. One will take hit after hit and keep moving because of their adrenaline, but eventually, they’ll give. That’s all she has to do. Make V give. Easier said than done obviously, and Elyss couldn’t help but let her curiosity get the best of her. Already feeling agitated by the taunts, the redhead has yet to feel any true attack from V. Maybe that’s why she allowed herself to get grabbed by the wrist and pulled forward into a hold. Elyss didn’t expect for the sudden close proximity, and this position made it difficult for her to actually punch V full force so she didn’t even try to as she’s lifted up. Ah, she’s seen this move before.

With a satisfying cringeworthy crunch, Elyss’ face felt the pavement commit with her nose in a sickening union between soft cartilage and cement. Her nose is far from okay, much like some of her face. She could feel the stickiness of her blood soaking the ground beneath her face spreading to her cheeks and into her eyes. Luckily, her red hair meshed well with her own blood. Hanging limply, her legs rose into the air, pulled by the momentum of the slam. It’d seem as if Elyss had gone limp, but her arms launched themselves quickly pressing against the ground as the sheer force of her hands cracked its surface. Suddenly, her legs snapped to the ground around V, who most likely still held her, and in moments, the air around them popped as she used her legs and arms to literally throw both of them up into the air which exploded the ground under them with a minor eruption.

Up they’d go together, unless V desired to let go of Elyss. However, the redhead is quick to wrap her arms around V’s shoulders and neck, a tight hug that one would find passionate if not for the context around it. So gentle are her arms, but one look at her disfigured face would tell another story about to unfold. Her face is coated drunkenly with her own blood, her nose dripping it down her chin and onto V, her eyes reddening with fire. However, the strangest thing about the redhead isn’t her broken nose that twisted to the side or her bloody visage. It’s her smile, the way the corner of her lips twisted upwards, her canines like fangs in her mouth, bloodied and red. “Nice one…” Is all she had to say before her forehead shot forward looking to collide right into V’s own face to burst her nose just like the dark skinned woman did for her. There was no plan up here at all, Elyss just wanted to throw the both of them for no reason than to have more fun. She can feel herself losing it a bit, and if that’s a good thing? Well, it’d be unwise to ask.