All your base are belong to us (Sara Quinn)MATURE

[Sara Quinn]

As quickly as Sara had tried to move, she couldn't avoid the leg that dropped down on her shoulder. And although her punch connected, the hit to her shoulder threw her completely off balance. She managed to keep her feet, continuing as best as she could with her attack, but she knew that she was screwed now. The kick was sent to his side, only to be blocked by his left fist which then grabbed her onto her leg.

She flinched from his touch, letting out a small cry even though the pain had not yet hit. The problem was knowing what it would do to her. Shit... There was no way in hell this was going to end well. She was going home injured... Badly. The bloody fucker had better be planning on helping her get home, and he would have to explain to Travis why her face was burned up. And whatever other part of him he was planning on burning.

She pulled against his hold, his fire already burning through the leg of her pants, melting the fabric to her skin. Now she did cry out in pain, wanting him to let go. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his right fist slam forward towards her chest and she collapsed her left leg under her, letting her body drop to the ground, hoping to avoid it. If it was burning through her pant leg, it would burn through her shirt to. She kinda wanted to keep that part of her clothing... And keep the skin free of burn scars.

"You're quicker, your attacks are a bit stronger, but you are still kind of predictable."

She landed hard on her back, her leg still in his grasp. All she could muster was a "fuck you" as she glared up at him. She needed to get him to let go. The pain was getting more intense as she pulled against his grip trying to tug her leg from his grasp. He continued talking, telling her she could give up. Hell no she wasn't giving up! No... She wasn't done yet, she needed to use her Qi again.

Another shock of pain through her leg and she cried out loudly, words tumbling from her mouth begging him to let go of her leg. She refused to give up. She kind of hoped he would assume her begging was her giving up, but when he let go? She would attack again, because she had not said anything about giving up. Her left leg lifted and she kicked out at him, aiming for the wrist that held her ankle. She would kick at it, over and over, burning her bare foot if she had to until he let go of her.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

She kicked at his hands several times, having fallen on her back after he punched her in the chest. He would throw the leg down hard and drop forward onto his knees, he would be sitting on her stomach, he would have aimed for his knees to be on top of her shoulders. His fists would go down in front of her face, not touching it. The flames would hopefully make it harder for her to breathe, hopefully having them so close to her face would asphyxiate some of the oxygen. In open space like this he couldn't do it to all of the oxygen, but he could make her sweat, he could make it harder on her.

"This is NOT a game," He would yell at her, "This is your training. Now you will LISTEN to me." He continued to yell, trying to get through to her, "Know when to give up, know when to run away, know when you've been defeated. If you can't do this you WILL die. There is no maybe about it, you will be killed. Fights will be won and lost quicker with Qi, injuries will be greater, and defeats will probably be more frustrating. But look closely and know what these flames could do."

Matrim would lower one of his hands to her chest and direct a palm attack downward towards the center of her chest. He would keep it there, "Give up. Now." He'd say, and keep his hand there until she gave up.

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[Sara Quinn]

Sara kicked at his leg until he finally threw it down to the ground. She hissed in pain. He had held on to it for so long that the fabric of her pants had melted to her leg, and the skin had been burned badly. The melted material was only serving to add to the pain as it was hot and still continuing to burn her. She knew it was going to scar. And she hated him for it.

Before she could move to look at the damage he had done to her, he dropped onto her, straddling her, his knees up by her shoulders. She coughed as his weight pushed down on her stomach. And then she felt the heat. She froze, her eyes opening to see his flaming hands right in front of her.

She was stunned. This was to much. He was really going to hurt her, she knew it. And it scared her. She could barely hear him over the pounding of blood in her head, the sound of her heart beating was like a gong in her ears. But at the same time, she could hear him. It was more like her brain just simply couldn't understand the words he was speaking. The heat was intense and was affecting her breathing, like it was sucking all the air away from her.

He wanted her know what those flames could do. Hadn't he already shown her? The burns to her cheeks and ankle had shown her. And yet she still continued to fight him. There was something wrong with her. She knew that. Her earliest memories were of situations like this. She couldn't back down. Refused to. Even knowing she was wrong. It just... Wasn't something she could do. Why didn't he understand that? He wanted her to give up. Well she couldn't. It was next to impossible. But maybe... He could teach her to? Was that what this was? Him breaking her until she learned to give up? And just when she didn't think it could get worse, it did. His hand pressed down on her chest, causing the same damage to that, as he had when he grabbed her ankle. Immediately, her shirt began to burn, and so did her skin.

"Give up. Now."

"I can't!" Her back arched in pain, actually pressing harder into his hand. Her head pushed back into the dirt as she cried out. She lost her mind in the pain, her arms lashing out at him, her legs kicking up trying to knee him, her body wiggling trying to knock him off. She punched at him, beat at him, anywhere she could reach as she screamed for him to get off of her. She was going to kill him, tear him to shreds. Make him pay for doing this to her. If he was going to leave scars on her, she would try to leave them on him. Where was her Qi?! What good was it doing her right now?! NONE. Thats what. "Get off of me!" In a last ditch attempt, she turned her head, trying to avoid his other burning hand, and tried to sit up, reaching for his hair, trying to grab onto it and pull him off of her.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

She was beating on him all over, but he just put his weight onto that hand, and with his knees on her shoulders it was all too easy to keep her from sitting up. His free hand hovered in front of her face, and using his free left hand and move it around, absorbing some of her punches. Of course, with her pinned to the ground like this he'd imagine that it was hard for her to get punches towards him above the abdomen. Still, a flurry of attacks were hitting him, she was strong and fast, but he was determined as ever, pressing that hand into her, unaware of what that might be doing to her wardrobe.

Speaking of which, when she reached to grab and pull his hair, she got a fist full of his shirt instead since he leaned back away from her hand, when she pulled on that shirt it ended up ripping it off of him, tearing it apart. Now his entire torso could be seen, glistening in sweat as his hands were exhausting him slowly but surely.

"Did I ever tell you about Alex Hikari?" He would say, as he leaned forward, hand still pressed into her chest, his face would be right in front of hers, "Died fighting a battle he should have run away from, all for nothing. I buried one of my best friends already, I won't bury you. GIVE UP!" He would yell, while he was leaning over with his face right in front of hers he'd be an easy target.

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[Sara Quinn]

Nothing was working on him. He wouldn't get off of her. His hand pressed harder down on her chest, the burning becoming more intense. She couldn't even scream anymore it was hurting so bad. Her mind had gone completely blank, the urge to escape his hold and the pain he was inflicting on her were the only thoughts in her mind.

She was so pissed that this would scar. Travis would kill him for this. But not before she did. She would punish him. Make him pay. She continued to beat at him, the thoughts of paying him back, the fear of the scar, the intense pain, keeping her going. Her hand fisted in his shirt, ripping it off of him. She looked up at him, his torso covered in sweat. She could imagine her nails tearing at his skin. She had never wanted to hurt someone more then she did right now. And yet. She knew, he was only doing this to help her. And that somehow only made it worse.

He started to talk, his face dropping down to hers, his hand pressing more into her chest. She screamed again. She didn't give two shits about that kid. It wasn't her, and therefore, he didn't matter. What did she care? His face was so close. She knew it was her opening. And she would use it.

"GIVE UP!"

"NO! GET THE HELL OFF!" Her fist slammed at his face from the side, every ounce of strength she had going into the punch to get him off of her. She prayed to god it worked.

If it did, she would spring to her knees, her hands pulling at the fabric on her chest, trying to stop the material from burning her further. The shirt would be gone at this point, a terrible red hand print burned into her chest, right through the fabric. Her bra and shirt were destroyed, and it would fall away from her body easily. She barely registered this fact as she whimpered in pain at the print on her chest as she kneeled there, now shirtless in front of him.

The pain on her chest would be to much and she would turn her attention to her ankle, pulling what was left of her pant leg from her ankle, and then her attention would turn back to her now naked chest, fingers running over her burnt flesh. Oh yes... She would kill him.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

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"NO! GET THE HELL OFF!" She said and hooked him. He rolled off of her, his hands were no longer on fire. He got up slowly, she ripped off her shirt and he grinned. They were both topless, and for the first time he saw her naked. He had been close before, but now he saw her, and she wasn't a bad looking girl. Not to mention, the burn he gave her would be a pretty damn good scar, almost like a sign that she was his property, except she wasn't.

"Why are you trying so hard. Is it to impress me?" He asked, looking at her, confused. He wouldn't attack her, he would walk up slowly, but keep out of her range so that she'd have to make a move to hit him, "You know I can't help but thinking I know you better then you think. Personally I'm willing to bet I probably know you a little better then Travis. You are brave, you are strong, you are beautiful, you are all of these things and more. And for a fighter these are great qualities. But as your friend....."

He would take a quick step forward and aim to slap her across the face with his right hand, "... You are a stupid girl..." He'd say, a lot of disappointment in his voice. If she continued to fight, he would to. He'd fight and he would break her, he would wreck her horribly. He would do unspeakable things to prove to her how stupid of a girl she was. That she needed to know when to quit. And if he had to break every bone in her body to keep her from making this mistake, he would do so until she learned the lesson.

[Sara Quinn]

She continued to run her finger along her burnt skin. She wanted to cry both from pain and humiliation. The burn had to be the most painful thing she had ever felt, more painful then her broken ankle... Which he had also given her. Her face hardened. Why was she friends with him again? He was just that type of guy. Even now, his hand print permanently burned into her chest, she would probably continue to be his friend. She hated herself for it. And people told her she wasn't loyal. She was going to kill him.

"Why are you trying so hard. Is it to impress me?"

His voice startled her. Her head turned to him, the anger and shame clear on her face. He was keeping his distance. Smart move. One step to close and she would attack. Her ankle was hurting to much for her to make the first move. It was to risky. No matter. She could wait. No matter what. She wasn't backing down this time. Not now. She couldn't. She didn't know how.

Her eyes remained on him the whole time he spoke to her. He thought he knew her? He was full of shit. If he knew her, he would know she wasn't back down. He stepped forward, slapping her across the face.

"... You are a stupid girl..."

She took the slap, her face slamming to the side. At least his fists weren't on fire anymore. Her head slowly turned back to him, her eyes full of anger. She was going to hurt him. She wasn't stupid. She was anything but. She just... Had a problem. If she was going to act, she needed to do so now. Her hands fell from her chest, not caring that it was exposed now. She wouldn't have cared if she was stark naked. She was beyond caring, only the need to continue to fight him fueling her.

She pushed herself from her knees to her feet, her ankle throbbing with pain. She ignored it as best she could. And then she threw herself at him, her fists drawing back for two straight straight jabs at his face, a right then a left.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

She threw two jabs towards his face, they both hit, and the force made him inch back into the dirt a bit, absorbing the blows but attempting to stay upright. She caused a lot of damage to his face but he was ready for damage. He took the hits, and then something inside of him just... well snapped wouldn't be the correct term. More like some part of him shut off. Like somewhere in his mind he went blank, "What are you searching for........."

And then it clicked again, the reason he was fighting. But he didn't show it much, he just kept where he was. Not moving an inch, "I've never seen what happens when you win a fight..... what happens when you win a fight I wonder?"

He stayed where he was, not moving.

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[Sara Quinn]

Her punches both hit and she smiled. Actually smiled. That had felt good. She wanted to keep going. Keep hitting until he hurt as much as she did. But he had stopped moving. Something in her mind clicked with this. His fists had gone out. But how had he lit them? They had caught just after he had done this last time. Was this a 'tell' of sorts? She looked at her arms, the strange wind blowing over them. This was her 'tell'. Was his that he suddenly stopped moving?

What was he saying? She paused, but only for a second before she completely disregarded it and threw another punch at his face. If he wasn't going to move, then she was going to take advantage of it. She threw another punch, and then one more to his chest for good measure. She stood in front of him, panting, her breathing ragged.

If her punches landed she would pause, catching her breath, feeling the anger surging through her body again before delivering a final blow. A slap across the face. And then she would try to make her escape, backing away from him to get out of his range of attack. She wouldn't be able to move very quickly, limping on her injured ankle, but she could try.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

His hands reignited, and she slapped him on the face. He watched as she baked away. She didn't seem to be moving very fast, but either way he would sit there and speak to her, "Some day you're gonna get hurt, or you are going to hurt someone you love. You'll go too far one day. I know, I've done the same. I'm about to do the same thing now....."

His eyes closed for a moment, he looked calm, but he had to end this fight. He knew that he needed Qi to do it, even if his Qi was causing him to be weaker the longer he used it. His flames weren't as strong as before, he could tell. But he'd keep trying, he would try to knock her out or force her to quit.

He took a charge at her, both hands reaching out to grab the sides of her head as he stepped onto his right foot, his left knee would come up, as his hands would pull down on her head if he got a hold of her, and he would attempt to slam that knee into her forehead as hard as he could muster in an attempt to cause a KO. If this didn't work he'd have to think of something else.

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[Sara Quinn]

She backed away from him, her eyes on his hands. And he proved her right. His fists ignited. She paused her retreat, waiting to see what he did. She listened to him this time, but it was like he was speaking in riddles now. He wasn't making complete sense to her. She understood what he was saying but couldn't see how it was relevant. Until his last sentence. At that point she knew she was fucked.

He charged but she wasn't fast enough to dodge. His hands grabbed her head, slamming it downwards to meet his knee. She felt a snake of fear crawl through her, but it ws short lived. His touch to her head and hair had been to short and her hair was relatively fine. Her head was thrown back and she dropped, landing on her back with an oomph as the air was knocked from her lungs. Her vision swam, going dark for a second but coming right back. She looked up at him, one hand moving to her head, the other moving to her chest to lay across her bare breasts as she tried to orient herself.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

As she fell back, Matrim couldn't help but notice her. He was tempted to jump her for some reason, maybe it was still that addiction in him from before, or perhaps it was the fact that he and Reira never got together like that before she went away. In any case, she was far from his mind right now, as he looked down at Sara, he started to take a step forward towards her, and managed to trip on a tree root that was coming up through that particular part of ground. He came crashing down, but threw his arms to the side so that he wouldn't put his flaming hands on her.

Instead they touched the ground, and nearly lit the grass on fire, he quickly canceled out his Qi so that it wouldn't set it on fire. He was hovering over her, "Sorry....." He said, and looked down at her chest from where he was over her. His body was starting to react to this finally, and it showed. He was embarrassed by this but he wanted to make sure her attention wasn't downward, so doing the only thing he could he would move to kiss her.

Yes in the middle of a fight Matrim would kiss the girl. And sure he was feeling a little strange, a little weakened from the fight. And maybe all this adrenaline pumping got his mind to start thinking this way, but something about the topless sweaty bodies going at it, while he was barefoot in the grass. Memories of the night in the restaurant coming back to him, it all just seemed to click. He just hoped she didn't kill him for doing this.

Sara... I'm sorry....

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[Sara Quinn]

She looked up at him as she held her head. That had hurt. A lot. Her head dropped back to the ground and she sighed, her fingers rubbing her eyes. It seemed he wasn't going to attack her right off, so she took the chance to take a breath before opening her eyes again just in time to see him falling towards her.

She flinched, throwing her arms in front of her face, her head turning from his falling form. A second passed and nothing happened. She heard his small sorry, and she opened her eyes slowly turning her head to look back up to him. Her stomach gave a silly little flop, heat building in the pit of her belly as she looked at him holding himself over her, looking down at her. His hands didn't concern her as she looked at him. This was... Her eyes traveled over his shoulders, slick with sweat and the tensed muscles of his arms, traveling back to his face. She knew where his gaze was, and she blushed deeply. This was... This was Matrim. This was the guy who had just burned his hand print into her chest... Another blast of heat, this time lower... As though he was branding her.

She was... Lost. His lips met hers, her eyes opened wide in shock. Her mind was spinning, running through everything they had been through. The time at the beach... The time at the bar... The bar when they had both been high on that drug, touching each other. The feeling of his skin under her lips...

She was suddenly extremely aware of the lack of shirts between them, the sweat that covered them both, his hand on her chest, even if it had been on fire, and now his lips on hers. She gave in. Her mouth opened to his, her tongue darting out to meet his, her back arching against the ground as her mouth pressed harder against his. Her mind stopped working. She hadn't known how much she had wanted this until it was finally happening.

And then her mind slammed back into reality, and she froze, her lips no longer moving against his. This wasn't what she was supposed to be doing. She was supposed to be killing him. Making him pay for scarring her chest. For marking her like this. The heat in her stomach shot lower again. Her hands pushed against his chest and without even thinking about it she instinctively 'burst' again, sending him away from her.

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[Matrim Gallagher]

When she kissed back it was as if a light bulb had gone on. It was like it felt right almost. As if it were natural to be kissing her, yet at the same time, it felt wrong. But he didn't focus on the wrong. He focused on all the ways that wrong made it feel so right. That is, until she stopped. She stopped but he took a moment to pull back slightly, teeth grazing her bottom lip as he nibbled a bit on it, pulling slightly as a blast of air hit him. He suddenly came to the realization that she couldn't do this before.

When I was burning her, she couldn't do it.... she could now... maybe there is a time delay...... in which case I have about as much time, possibly less, but definitely no more time then from the first time she did this till now.....

The blast of air pushed Matrim off of her, but because of where it came from, it ended up pushing him in a way that arched him back onto his feet a few feet away from her. For a moment it was like somebody pressed rewind on a remote control to see the fall reverse itself. But in fact he had now been on his feet, and he had a plan....

Matrim ran back to where she was, he would grab and pick her up from the side of her arms and throw her towards a nearby tree so that unless this didn't happen her bare back would hit a tree and possibly get scratched up badly. He would chase after her, grab her right shoulder with his left hand, throw a right hook to her left cheek, using his left hand to keep her pinned to that tree. After the punch he would go to plant another kiss.

[Sara Quinn]

The blast of air knocked him back. It was perfect. The only problem? Because they had been laying, he landed on his feet and he didn't go very far either. Dammit.... She tried to push herself up but he was already attacking again. Her eyes closed and her body tensed, preparing for his attack.

She felt him grab her and then she was thrown. Her stomach roiled at the sudden change from stationary to moving. And then she slammed into the tree, the bark cutting hard into her back. The air was knocked from her lungs. She went to drop, her legs unable to support her, but he caught her by the shoulder before she did. Her eyes opened to look at him, both fear and hope in her eyes. Was he helping her or attacking?

Her hope was dashed when his fist slammed into her cheek. Everything went dark again and when she came to, his lips were on hers. She didn't push him away, instead she let him. This was so wrong, and it only served to make it feel that much better. They were supposed to be fighting. He had been ready to kill her. She was still ready to kill him. He had hurt her, permanently marked her. How was she ever going to face Travis with his mark on her. She was with Travis, his friend.

But she found that every reason she listed off only made the heat, now between her legs, worse. She pushed against his chest, wondering where the hell her Qi was, but she gave into it, knowing she wanted it. Her hand went from pushing to pulling, trying to take more and more from him, her mouth opening to him again. Her arms tried to wrap around him, pulling him closer to her. She had felt his teeth on her lip. She wanted that. Nothing gentle. She didn't want gentle. She bit his lip, his tongue, gently, only enough to show him what she wanted.

At the same time, her mind was freaking, reeling at the idea of what she was doing. Her pride was screaming to fight, her body wanted a different sort of battle. After only a few moments of the kiss, her pride won and her knee slammed upwards towards his groin while her hands continued to pull at him.

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