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Post by Serafion Awren on May 11, 2009 7:22:31 GMT -5
A good kick to the ribs woke Serafion up, he was flipped over and straddled once more. This time he was trying to divert the blood flow to his thinking head, so that he could come up with something but the truth was that she had him by the head with one hand, and his ribs were sore from that knee. He didn't think he could last much longer in a fight with this girl. At least, not without getting a hold on when they were fighting and when they were fooling around. He would attempt to throw a right punch towards her throat, and then if that got caught he'd throw his left fist at her throat knowing that one hand was holding onto his head.
This way if she blocked he'd have a second attack ready. Still, he was in a tight spot, if he were a smart man he'd knee her in the small of her back along the spinal column..... but he's not a smart man is he?
"You will regret that."
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Post by Kate on May 11, 2009 7:29:41 GMT -5
She probably would regret that, in sooo many ways. Fucking torment, that's what this was. The gods way of punishing and testing or some shit like that. DAMN SHE WANTED A PIECE OF THAT RUSSIAN ASS. That arm rose to block the first hit, and she didn't dodge the second. Her throat would probably have a bruise and it was a pretty good it. She winced, it hurt.
However, it wasn't enough to stop her, now was it? She slammed her fist into his ribs again, trying to get him to pass out from not being able to get a breath or from pain. One or the other. And then she could have her way with his passed out body.
God... she was turning into a real big pervert, wasn't she? The blonde really did want a piece of Russian ass. She had to blame Valekin for this attraction to men like this. Though Fion was more of a tough guy than Vale's vibe. She loved a manly man, that was for sure.
She'd keep punching him. In a slug fest? Kate would win for sure.
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Post by Serafion Awren on May 11, 2009 7:45:01 GMT -5
After a few punches to the ribs Serafion's teeth gritted, his eyes started to haze over a bit as they looked almost tired. He would bring his fists up to his face trying to guard in case she attacked his head, but after several hard punches the blinding pain made his body want to give up. He was tempted to tap out, but he was caught with his defenses down and certain other bits of him up. Eventually he breathed out of his nose, his head and body went limp.
Well.... except for one certain muscle.
Otherwise, he was out like a light. his eyes shut, his breathing went to regular, and his mouth slightly open, his teeth no longer gritting in pain. His ribs were pretty fucked up, and he was definitely going to need to put ice on that wound eventually. Still, his body was at this girls mercy now.
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Post by Kate on May 11, 2009 7:59:21 GMT -5
And it was apparent that the poor boy couldn't take anymore of the pain Kate was dishing out for him. He passed out. The blonde removed herself from where she was and stood. And noticed a little something about what his body was exactly doing. Kate couldn't help herself, she giggled. It turned into a laugh.
Soon enough though, she had gotten his shirt... up. Had gotten some bandages and ice put on those ribs. That's right, Kate was actually going to take care of Fion. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Who else had she done this for? Not too many people to be honest.
Kate ran a hand through his dark hair. His head was propped by a pillow, to make him more comfortable. She flicked strands of hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She was waiting on him to wake up. They'd go from there.
Oh. And she still wanted a piece of that Russian ass.
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