Wrestling With Lions [Amaranta, Sola]

Target acquired. You know the drill by now. Our little legend of a pugilist, an up and coming star is out and about in the shitty wastelands looking for people to fight and boy did he hit the jackpot in this one. There's a lot of tough babes, don't you know? Kizuna, that white-haired bitch that kicked his teeth in, the... damn that was all huh. Well this one looked pretty spicy. Skin like her's you could tell she was far from home.

"Hey, chocolate slice. Whatcha doin'?"

He called out at the figure from afar. The cold air had become pretty whatever to him now. He remembered when he first came to this place with Kizuna, damn it was freezing! He was sure that he'd passed out in the icy water many a time to push his limits and the cold air felt warm compared to that experience. The best way to get someone's attention was to really antagonise them and you know what? That's exactly what he'd do to this fine piece of ass too.

Perquisa was a fine tool for assessing anything or anyone that intended on approaching the leonine woman, and Sola was no exception. Amaranta didn't even regard the approaching luchador with anything but a cocked eyebrow. For her part, she was merely training and tempering her skills. Sure, she'd enjoyed all that fun time in the public eye and the hustle and bustle of the living realm, but she wasn't going to let herself rest on cooking up new toys for her overall repertoire. This wasteland was interesting. It was cold as hell. Empty. Outside of this bold fellow who stood before her, there wasn't a single existence in sight to bother her... until now, of course. Chocolate slice? Really? That one was pretty humorous. There really wasn't much pressure she sensed from this guy. Appearances could be deceiving, though...

"Heh, chocolate slice? Those eyes workin' correctly, boy? I'm a whole damn cake. Anyway... I'm training. What about you? Bored?"

"Cake? You think? Someone's a little big for their britches."

He was one to talk of course, Sola was the king of being too full of himself and no amount of beatings would get it out of him either. So he leaned forward with a smug grin, he was pretty right on that though. She was a bit big for what she was wearing down there.

"Training? Don't look like ya trying very hard, I thought you were just dancing like a girl."

Yeah, she'd hate that. Calling someone's efforts crappy always got under their skin and provoked them. He loved that, encouraging conflict and competition was always a great thing.

Oh. Ohoho. This guy had bark. Amaranta knew what this was. Hell, she was a walking antagonist herself. Starting shit was the name of the game in her books, and here she was, standing a few meters of distance away from a man who was clearly trying to get under her skin with that last comment. Truth be told, she liked em' bold. Judging from lack of imposing energy, Amaranta wondered about how much he'd entertain her. Even so, why not humor the kid? He was clearly trying to get a rise out of her. Might as well get some entertainment in being in these wastelands when she could, right? Yeah.

"Tch... And you think you could do better, boy? Well, then, come over here' and dance with me. Or are you just a barking dog looking to stir up shit with the first person you see?"

She stepped forward with a grin, approaching the luchador with a mild degree of interest in her eyes. His current level of strength really didn't bother her, honestly. She was more interested in the grit he might possess. Hopefully, he was as resilient as he was bold. Otherwise, she'd flame the shit out of him.

"Pfft. Yeah, alright. I'll definitely bend you over one way or another. Let's go chocolate slice."

He shot back, he was stupid or incredibly brave but courage came to the stupid quite easily. The difference in their power didn't mean anything to him, as long as he pushed himself to the limits he wouldn't quit in trying to take down an obstacle. Plus, he had the spirit of Kizuna on his person. Did this chick really think that she could topple the strength of his motivation and determination?

No chance, he'd fight her with all his being.

So rather than waiting for a bell he ran towards her, no sonido and nothing fancy to get nice and close. A completely idiotic move except for the fact that he kicked some of the frozen over dirt up at her face as he got closer to try and open up some space for a punch.

"Heh, well I'd certainly like to see you try, boy. I just might surprise ya."

That was all that needed to be said. Bending her over was only really reserved for those who entertained her enough or had some measure of strength she considered eye-opening enough. Who knows. Maybe he'd prove entertaining enough to keep around. He didn't give her a moment to prepare herself, but that suited her just fine. She loved when her dance partners played dirty. A kick of the icy dust was splayed up to cloud her vision before that punch came racing in. Amaranta raised a hand up to grab his fist before roaring in with a haymaker to his head. For extra measure, she'd sweep her out leg to trip Sola up, keep the luchador on his toes.

Damn, this bitch was fast. Even after trying to blind her with some dirty tricks she was still catching his hand and using it to leverage him into an ideal spot. Kinda hot though even though he took the full brunt of her punch to the face and could feel a couple of bones break in his jaw as he felt his neck want to snap and his head fly all the way out of the wastelands and into the ocean far out.

Kicked in the legs to try and he staggered. Alright, he had to get a bit dirter than just throwing dirt in her eyes it seemed. You know what was good about being tripped though and dangling in front of her? Gave him a pretty good shot at some pretty sensitive areas.

"Bitch."

He said and gave her a sucker punch right to the crotch. The snap of his speed making it strike her with all the speed of a bullet to try and get her back for screwing up his pretty face. She wanted to be all tough well he could compensate too.

Amaranta grinned as that haymaker connected with Sola's jaw. The sweep was pretty successful, too. Nothing flashy, but they really didn't need to be for the barking dog. The leonine woman was grinning from ear to ear, prepared to transition into her next move until she felt something she didn't expect. Well, felt was a tame way of describing it. Experienced was a more apt term. Durable as she was, she clearly never accounted for an aim below the belt. The fact that she'd be struck in her fucking CROTCH of all places had made her eyes widened as she stumbled back and grabbed at her lower area, grimacing as she growled out and glared back at this luchador bastard. On one hand, she had to commend the bastard for being crafty. On another, her vagina was in pretty immense pain.

"Y-You motherfucker..."

Success, and now the follow-up as she was staggered. He used his low position and took hold of her calf. It wasn't really the part with the most meat on it but he knew enough about leverage to know this was the best way to yank her footing out from underneath her and put her ass in the dirt. Bring her down to his level for a moment so that he could follow up with a couple of good punches into her pretty little face.

"Wuss."

He muttered out through broken jaw and teeth at her, the white-haired devil that he fought last time carried way more to her attack on his dick than he gave her. Clearly she never really fought dirty but he'd show her how badly he wanted to win, overcome everything in front of him through whatever means through burning pain in his face.

Even if he couldn't win his goal was to punch her face as many times as he could before she recovered. If he got that far then there could be another goal after that. Tiny little steps and challenges with each success fueling his aim to become stronger, better and greater than the person he was moments before.

"Tch...!"

Being hit in a place she hadn't expected, Amaranta didn't have an immediate counterattack. He wasn't stronger than her by any measure of the sense, but that didn't matter. He had an opportunity to take advantage of the opening, and he did, yanking her onto the ground as he piled on punch after punch against her face. Left, right. Left, right. He was laying into her pretty good, but she'd certainly had worst in the past. He got her good, but no shot was she going to take a third fucking loss to another person below her level.

After that initial pain died down in her lower area, Amaranta shot up, aiming to lift Sola up with her and slam his body against the ground. If the move proved successful, she'd attempt to hold him in place and swing her knee forward towards his own crotch. Return the favor for her bruised clit. Was she angry about that? Of course. It hurt. Did she respect the drive to win at any costs? Hell yeah. Maybe he wasn't just all bark, after all. But she could commend him after she caved his face in and kicked his ass. She couldn't let him walk away without a proper beating now.