Again?! =D? [Rem]

[ChocoRem]

"Oh no you don't!"

As she let herself fall, Rem would tilt backwards slightly with her movement. He gripped his hands tightly on the linoleum floor and countered the force with his lower body, using every last ounce of his strength to lift Sara up and over.

He could feel that his attack had worked, a sickening thud resounding throughout the corridor. He would unwrap his legs and whirl his feet around to spin to his feet. Standing up straight, he'd dust his trousers off and stare down at Sara, while taking stock of the damage he had taken. His head hurt like a bitch. His abdomen was still pulsating in pain.

She'd done some damage indeed. With a pained smile, he'd lean forward and offer her his hand.

"Was that sufficient enough, m'lady?"

[Sara Quinn]

Even as her legs collapsed under her, Sara knew it wasn't going to work. She hadn't factored in his strength. What a stupid mistake.. He tilted back from her movement and pulled her upwards with his legs. The force of the movement and instinct had her pulling her head towards her chest and tensing herself for impact.

She slammed into the ground on her shoulders, pain ripping through her neck and back. He unwrapped his legs and she fell downwards, laying on the floor, breathing heavily. That had sucked. Big time. And it had hurt. Bad. She hurt all over. She wanted to go to bed. But not until this was done.

She forced her eyes open and looked up, seeing him standing above her. She blushed in embarrassment, realizing that she had taken a huge hit there. He leaned over, offering her his hand.

"Was that sufficient enough, m'lady?"

She dropped her gaze and reached up, grasping his hand. This was to much for her pride to handle. "No."

And then pulled him forward, throwing her legs upwards to slam them into whatever part of him she could reach. Preferably, his head.

[ChocoRem]

"No."

Given Sara's personality, Rem would have to be retarded not to expect this. He wasn't retarded. He would stand his ground, having already braced himself for her trying to pull him down. Instead he pulled her up toward him, her shoe smashing into his chin, whipping his head backwards with the force. He'd stumble backwards, but simultaneously pull her toward his body as though for a hug, but his other hand, balled tightly into a fist, was waiting. He'd hammer it into her stomach, all the while spitting out blood.

[Sara Quinn]

Well... Again he surprised her. She tugged downwards on his hand, trying to pull him towards her, but he didn't budge. Instead, he tugged upwards, catching her off guard. Her head slammed into his chin. The force had pushed her head downwards, and it had collided with the top of her head. And it hurt more then one would think. She let out a cry, but before she could gain her sense, he had pulled her back, tugging her towards him.

She braced herself, but it still hurt when his fist slammed into her stomach. She coughed, doubling over, her hand reaching up to grip his wrist and keep him from doing anything with that hand as she tried to catch her breath. Shit... She knew she needed to think of something, and fast. Both her hands were occupied, so she would have to use her legs. But he would probably be expecting that, so she would need to move fast.

She stepped quickly to the left, planting her right foot, and drawing her right leg up. She bent it, locking it in place. She would tighten her grip on his wrist, and push his hand away from her stomach. Then her body would turn, her upper body dropping to the side slightly, and she would throw her leg at his side, aiming for either her knee or thigh to hit him. If she could just keep a hold of his hand, it should work...

[ChocoRem]

Her feet, Rem's eyes were planted on them from the get go. With both hands occupied, they were the only things she could possibly count on. Right? Again, he was correct. She brought her knee up. Perfect! Rem would begin to pull her up again for a final blow. Then she tilted to her body to the side. A simple movement really, but for some reason shifted his center of gravity off kilter for a second. And a second was all it took for Sara's knee to rocket into his side. Hard. Rem's body moved with the force of the blow, and would have probably crashed to the side like a rag doll if they still hadn't been holding onto each other. He flinched in pain, growing slightly impatient with himself. He was messing around with her. Then again, he'd accepted her little challenge. Through the pain, he chuckled, holding onto her tightly and once again driving his head into hers, simultaneously using his free hand to clutch at her hair. If successful, holding onto it tightly, he would lift his own knee between them whilst forcing her head down to meet it.

[Sara Quinn]

Her knee slammed into his side, but she had forgotten to consider the fact that they were still holding onto each other. Wow, she was not thinking properly today... Fighting stupid... What the hell... It seemed that her movement had thrown him off center and thus her kick landed. Well that was good, it was what she wanted. Her leg dropped back down to keep her balance as the attack hit. With her arms the way they were, her balance was off, and she had almost fallen.

As she gained her feet again, she heard him chuckle. Her head snapped towards him, only to meet his. She cried out and dropped to her knees. Which didn't help at all as his hand fisted in her hair and his knee slammed forward. Her head was pushed downward, and the two met. She slumped as everything went dark for a second. It was one hit to many to the head.

She came back quickly, her head pounding insanely. Her face hurt to. That sucked. If he had bruised her face, she was going to kill him. No doubt about it, he was a dead man. No. He was a dead man either way. She vowed he would live every day of his life in fear of her. Not that she hated him. She had initiated this fight, and had wanted him to not hold back. But shit... She hated losing. It had been small stupid mistakes that had cost her the chance to win. She was extremely pissed with herself. She tried to look up at him, her face scrunched in pain. She looked at his face, wondering if he was done yet. She would continue to fight if he wasn't, but damn... Her head hurt.

[ChocoRem]

His attacks had landed, they had separated. Rem had backed away from her, his shoulders heaving with heavy breathing. He had acquired a large amount of collateral damage. It really had been a long time since someone had gotten him to this state. His lips curved in a small smile as he brought a hand up to wipe the blood from it.

"Give up, Sara. You fight admirably... but you've taken a lot more damage than I have. Any more and I fear that I may seriously injure you."

Even as he said this, he knew she'd never give up. Not, at least, till one of them was either unconscious or dead. Better the former than the latter. He gave her a warm smile, hoping to disarm her angry mood.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara dropped her gaze as he backed away, wiping blood from his mouth, distancing himself from her. Her hand slowly lifted to her head, gently touching the throbbing spots on her face and head.

She listened to him talking without looking at him. She didn't want to look at him. She didn't want to lose, or give up. Ok, maybe this wasn't the end of the fight. He thought he might seriously hurt her? Her ego was already bruised more then her body. ~awww, Damn her ODD... she would just have to finish this~

She pushed herself to her feet, leaning forward slightly as she adjusted to the pain. This was going to be tough. Really tough. She managed to straighten, but couldn't keep the look of pain off her face. Her vision swam, and she felt like she was going to fall, but she held her ground.

She knew she had to close the distance between them, and the only way to do that was to run at him. She wasn't going to be able to run very fast, and it would hurt a lot. But for her pride? She could do anything. She took a few tentative steps forward and then took off at a run towards him.

She drew her right fist back, hoping to lull him in a sense of security by making him think that she was going to try the same attack again. But the truth was, she was wasn't. To pull her body to a stop like that would be to hard on her. This time, she would draw his fast back at shoulder level, and keep it there. Perfect height for a shot to the chest. She would not stop as she ran towards him, nor would she throw the fist forward at him. Her aim was to simply hold the fist where it was and slam it into as she moved, using the momentum of her moving body to strengthen the attack.

[ChocoRem]

Rem arched an eyebrow in response to what appeared to be Sara's last ditch attempt at a win. She was a proud young woman, that much he would definitely be willing to admit. He sighed, digging his hands into his trouser pockets as she drew closer to him. He'd wait until she was almost upon him, then he'd strafe to the
right, taking him just out of range of Sara's punch and lazily lifted his left foot up at her face level. The result: he'd simply catch her face with the sole of his shoe as she ran past him. At least that was the plan.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara may be rash and impulsive, but she isn't an complete moron when it comes to fighting. She watched closely as she closed the distance for any sign of an attack. She needed to be more careful right now that ever before. A strong enough attack and she was down for the count. She needed to watch herself.

When she was close to him he stepped away to the side. She had to much momentum to stop and change her attack. But when his foot shot up, it opened all knew possibilities. For the first time in this fight, she put all of her efforts into a good attack. Sara was no good at starting attacks, but she could counter.

The foot was aimed for her face. With all her speed and strength, the threw her upper body back, to dodge the foot to the face. She landed hard on her back and tried to slide along the ground. Her arm, now straight out, aimed to catch his leg, and bring him down. The only leg touching the ground. He would be off balance, and it would be easy enough to catch him.

[ChocoRem]

The knee of his standing leg had been partially bent, and for good reason. As she came sliding toward him, Rem kicked off into the air. It wasn't a very high jump, just enough to clear the distance between him and her. Time to let gravity do its work. He'd remove a single hand from his pocket, draw it back in a fist and as he fell atop her, sitting astride her as though they were in the middle of a more...intimate activity. He'd shoot the punch as soon as he landed.

[Sara Quinn]

Everything seemed to happen very quickly. Sara was aware that he had suddenly jumped, and he attack had missed him. Her last ditch attempt at a win had failed. Her momentum stopped her from turned her head fast enough to see what he had planned, and she felt him land on top of her.

The air was knocked from her lungs, and then something exploded in a shower of pain, and then there was only darkness as she fell into an almost sleep like state. It had been to much for her. The final shock of pain had been to much for her, and her mind shut down. She had lost. Again. She could only hope, briefly, that he didn't just leave her here.

[ChocoRem]

Sara had lost consciousness. Rem sat astride her, his fist still embedded into her cheek. His shoulders heaved with heavy, labored breathing. This girl... was admirable. It was a long time since he'd fought someone this tenacious. He sat there, atop her, broiling and mulling over the fight for a few minutes before the silliness of the situation and the way it would probably look if someone had come across them. Though he was a pervert at heart, he surely didn't want that reputation spreading across the school. He picked himself up off of Sara and then pulled her into a fireman's hold over his shoulder. If he left her out in the open like this in such a vulnerable state, there was no telling what would become of her. The punks would have their way with her. Sick fucks. He sighed, making his way to the nurse's office.