Damn boredom... damn it to hell! (Tash)

[Tash]

She should have thought a little farther ahead. He was stronger than her and of course, she wasn't going to be able to hold him down for long. Not once he recovered. She berated herself mentally for that a bit, as she found herself wrapped in what basically amounted to a full body bear hug.

Alright, so she had limited motion and he was stronger than her. So there was nothing she could do to directly break his hold. He had her arms and her legs demobilized so kicking wouldn't be any good and her arms could bend at the elbows but they couldn't reach anything. Her midriff and hips however...there was nothing he could do to keep those still. She remembered a basic bear hug defense from Krav Maga. This was a little different, since she wasn't standing, but it might just do the trick. Thank goodness she was fairly flexible.

His weight kept her from vertical motion, but she had very little trouble jerking her hips to the side, her back curving and body bent sideways like a bow. This was no party for her knees but it wasn't a position she'd have to hold for too long. The halfmoon curve of her body left his pelvis, stomach, and ribs open and Tash jerked her arms backwards along her sides, going for an elbow jab to the stomach or solar plexus. She wasn't as strong as he was but she was banking on the fact that the gut was a tender area. Body shots weren't ever her best option, but this might surprise him enough - maybe wind him even for a second. There wouldn't be any damage that would last for very long. She knew that and it wasn't what she was going for. All she wanted was enough of a distraction, be it through pain or a little motion to get him to loosen his grip. If he did, she'd be able to twist her body, wriggle out of his grip. He'd probably be able to retain his hold on her feet but if she had her arms free she could deal with that. He wouldn't be able to afford to keep her legs locked with his own if she had her upper body loose.

If her technique to release the lock on her arms worked, she could reach up and around his neck, locking him in a stranglehold that would force his chin down over her forearm. Were she to succeed in freeing her legs around the same time, she would bring her body around his and hold him from behind, bracing the first arm in its hold with the second, and locking her legs around his ribs. She had strong legs from her training and from hours of bareback riding as a child: if she could do this he might be able to knock her around but she could take a hit. And her strong thighs would let her hang on as well as crush some of the air from his lungs.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break felt her wiggling around beneath him, he could feel her muscles tense, he saw what was coming miles down the road before it was actually going to happen. He flexed his well defined abs and gripped a little tighter, when he elbow launched back into his gut he didn't even blink. Still he let go, acting like he felt it and got up, completely releasing his hold. He wanted to blow some steam off not be in a crappy wrestling match. he rolled off of her and sprang to his feet, getting down in a defensive position and bobbing lightly in his boxing style. He wanted to see what she could do, and really have some fun.

[Tash]

She rose quickly to her feet, shaking hair out of her eyes. Her weight balanced on the balls of her feet, torso angled again, leaving her mobile and presenting a smaller target. So he wanted to box. She let out a huff of breath.

"Dammit Break, I'm shit at boxing!"

She complains, laughing, but squares up anyway, one arm up to guard and the other, her left, at the ready. This wasn't her area of expertise: she wasn't strong enough to be too much good at the kind of hits you were supposed to dish out in boxing. Her saving grace might be that she wasn't bad at dodging attacks and she could take a hit. But there was no way in icy cold hell she was going to make the first move.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break laughed heartily at her quote. watching her bob, not a bad form, definitely not orthodox, but still not bad. he watched her, she wasn't going to move, guess it was up to him to take initiative. He dashed forward, he was fast and strong, he started with a deceptively slow left hook, toward her unprotected side. If she went for the bait to block it or dodge it he would charge his right fist much faster into her upper chest

[Tash]

As she had said, Tash was no boxer, but one of her strengths had always been predicting attacks. While she wasn't sure exactly what trick he had up his sleeve she saw that slow left hook coming and smelled trouble. Her mind whirled: he'd want her to go for it...but why? And what would he try and trap her with. If she could only come up with something to get out of the way of those fists...

Then it occurred to her. He wanted to box, let him box. There were no rules in combat: no one ever said she'd have to box back. Okay Tash, get yourself out of the way. Instead of dodging to the right to avoid the left hook, she took advantage of the fact that he'd slowed the punch and plummeted into a crouch, throwing her weight slightly forward. This placed her in a crouch beside and slightly behind his left leg, braced lightly on her hands. It was a quick enough move, and hopefully, unexpected enough that he'd still be recoiling the punch he'd thrown - facing the spot where she would no longer be. If that was the case, she would push off the ground with her hands and rear up and back, driving her left shoulder and throwing out her elbow into the backs of his knees in a solid attempt to buckle them. If this worked, he'd go down hard and fast, in which case, she'd have to get out of their fast or be sat on. If it didn't work, she'd still have to move quick, because he would be imbalanced but not enough to gain her a lot of time. A second or two at most.

Now that he'd brought it off the ground, she'd have to be on the defensive. Not something she particularly liked, but not something she had too much of a problem with either. Not if it got the job done. She knew she'd probably take a hit or two: they were pretty evenly matched in coordination and speed, but he was much stronger. She'd have to rely on her ability to take a hit and predict attacks to perhaps tip the balance in her favor...

[Tash]

ooc: sorry it took me forever! my posting has been spotty for a while. i have a lot of family stuff going on and this week was hell: i had a term paper due and a massive in class three-essay test.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

(OOC: No worries, welcome back, good luck on the term paper, hope things go well)

Tash ducked down, that was off-beat, vicotr liked this. but it seemed as though she hadn't realized that his entire plan was resting in his right fist. As she ducked the left hook stopped entirely and the speedy right fist launched toward the small of her back as she sidled up behind him. Little did he know she was going to go for his legs. It was either this punch landed, she rolled clear out of the way, or break was going down, the fast way.

[Tash]

As she sat up hard and quick to buckle his knees, she inadvertently drove herself into his right fist. He must have torqued his upper body to throw the punch. No way she could have seen that coming; she didn't exactly have eyes in the back of her head. Because of the angle he was at it, hit her off center - her left shoulder. Oof. Motherfucker, that would bruise.

However, the momentum wasn't enough to stop her shoulder and elbow from connecting fully with the back of his knees. He could thank her, though. Her backwards motion was what had carried her into that punch. Fortunately for her, by the time she got to his legs she still had pretty good momentum going. She felt them buckle. Maybe he'd catch him self, maybe he wouldn't. Tash wasn't going to stick around to find out. She dropped to her right side, rolling. Her lip curled slightly as her weight shifted onto the shoulder that had taken the hit from break, but she followed through with the roll, springing lightly to her feet again and at the ready.

[Tash]

ooc: btw, i'm starting another thread completely unrelated to this in which tash needs help moving a fridge into her apartment. would it be okay if i took the liberty of saying that tash had texted break to ask him for help but he'd been busy (purely for exposition for the thread, but i still thought i'd ask)

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

(OOC: of course, do you actually want me in that thread or no?)

He felt the punch land, almost helping her fall and shove into his knees, whith his body completely twisted around he fell hard right on his face with no chance of catching himself. he felt her roll away and much the same sprang up himself, rubbing the dirt from his cheek. He smiled to see her back with her fists up for more. he brought his own dukes back up, but this time no formal stance, this was a brawler, bouncing lightly he had one hand forward to catch punches, moves protecting limbs out of the way, and his right hand was ready to follow anything he did with a strong follow-up.

He ran at her, his left hand shooting out toward her right wrist, he was going to grab it and quickly bend it behind her back, the uncomfortable way, grabbing her right shoulder with her right hand as she would turn with his forceful movement, from there his hands would switch so that his right hand would hold her right wrist and his left hand would grab her still free left wrist and twist it behind her too. then as a joke mostly he would kick her butt, litterally, letting her go (possibly making her fall) as he did so. It was all going to be very fast, no nonsense.

[Tash]

ooc: it's a closed thread with nick. but tash is closer to break than to nick (a lot of it has to do with the fact that break doesn't hit on her 24/7 like nick does and she likes that he really talks to her) and so she'd have called him first in the scenario i'm writing...so to make it work character wise i have to have an excuse NOT to have break in there so the plot important stuff with nick happens. lol. thanks! (i know it's not big: just didn't want to take any liberties)

sorry i'm not posting a reply yet! it's just late-ish for me and i'm uber tired and don't want to rush it and do a sloppy job

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

(OOC: sorry, I hate to be impatient, but are we going to finish this one? if not thats cool, I just want to know...)

[Tash]

ooc: no, we are. i just have too much on my plate right now to have to deal with a fight. lol. and strategy.
i have finals and i'm trying to deal with my Customs paperwork and financial stuff for my trip to Europe this summer.

i'll get to it, hopefully tonight.

i'm so sorry for the delay!!!

[Tash]

He was quick and stronger than she was, so when she saw his left hand snap out and snag her right wrist, she didn't fight back. It would only cost her energy and she knew what he was going for next. Just as she had expected, he twisted her arm behind her and she caved with no resistance: fighting back would be pointless and would only make things more painful. Then...there it was. He moved to switch hands, attempting to imprison her left hand as well. But that half a second shuffle would cost him and Tash whipped her left arm up and back, out of his reach and aiming to grasp all the way around the back of his neck. This would his head down uncomfortably, limiting his vision and pressing his throat into her shoulder. She also angled her one captured and restrained arm so that her elbow was pointing at his side. Now he could kick her over if he wanted, but he'd get dragged down with her. There was the remote possibility that the momentum would even carry him over her shoulder.

Even if he landed on top of her - again - her elbow would probably drive into his side and she could still wriggle out from under him fairly easily even if it didn't, seeing as she would have control of his neck and head and by proxy, the upper hand. If she managed this, she would move to pin him on his stomach, holding down both hands and placing a knee on the back of his neck. He was stronger than her but she wouldn't be relying entirely on strength to keep him down: she would be using more of her weigh. And 120-some-odd pounds on your upper back in any circumstance, especially if you were winded from a fall, was going to be hard to just shake off.

This was, for all intents and purposes, "friendly fire" so she wasn't about to really hurt him. But if she could her her knee on the back of his neck she could, theoretically, crush very valuable things. She might, essentially (she hoped), have him at a draw.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

It all seemed to be going smoothly, right up until he reached for her left hand, it shot up, scooping around his neck and dragging his head down into an uncomfortable position, all pressed against one side, he still had hold on the one arm though, and he felt her elbow sticking out toward him.

sadly for her, to break 120 something pounds wasn't even a warm up. He let go of her wrist, making both his hands free, and as she pulled on his head and neck he would wrap his arms around her torso and lift her up and at an angle where he could return his head and neck to normal position. her legs would be pointing away from him so she couldn't reasonably kick him (unless she was able to kick at people behind her from the front, which he supposed was possible). his next move would usually have been to simply throw her down and pound her, but he knew that this was a friendly fight, he shouldn't cause any real damage to her. He would rip her off of him, throwing his arms out so she was his arms length away (he has long arms...) and then drop her relatively safely back to the ground for another round. He didn't know about her, but this was certainly a lot of fun, and it was taking the edge off...