Sara Quinn vs. Gabriel Seran

[Sara Quinn]

Sara felt her sweeping leg connect with him and he began to fall. She continued to turn, ready to smash her foot into his head when his arm wrapped around her neck, pulling her down with him. He began to choke her, holding her in a headlock. For a moment, her mind went blank. She had a problem with being choked. When people choked her, she got mad. This... made her mad. She sucked in as much air as she could. The only good thing, was that she had been pulled down on her right side, not her back because he had caught her mid turn. This meant she was laying on her right side, facing his head.

She tried to calm herself as her hands gripped at his arm. She wasn't going to get out of this by letting her mind go wild. She normally acted on instinct. And in some cases it worked for her. In some it didn't. She had a feeling it wasn't going to work here. Her eyes closed and she tried to focus. The idea of being choked was making her mind go wild.

Opening her eyes she drove her left fist into his right side in the area under his arm, directly where his ribs would be. And then again for good measure. If that didn't make him let go or let up on her, maneuvering her right arm out behind her from between her body and the ground, she managed to turn her body slightly so she was more on her stomach, and she pushed her left hand into his lower stomach, pressing harder and harder where she hoped a vital organ would be. Even if she wasn't pressing on an organ, it would still be uncomfortable and slightly painful. At the same time that she did that. she attacked his face again with her left hand, her fingers going for his eyes again.

The moment she could squeeze her head out from between his arms and body, she was gone, rolling out of his grasp and gaining her feet, going again to slam her foot down on his head. She wanted this over, NOW, and she didn't intend to lost to him.

Posts till next 'burst' - 2
STR +5, DEX +5

[Gabriel Seran]

He had Sara right where he wanted her now, the control of the situation was in his field of play. His move his choice of where it was to go and he saw the end goal every thing was in mind and every step just inches from that realization. His breath quickened and then slowed to gain better control as his grip clasped around her head. He'd hoped she'd pass out before he'd have to kill her, he didn't want her dead but if it was up to that or yielding he wouldn't hesitate. Proving he was weak was poor team dynamics.

She stopped struggling and moved to sock him in the ribs just below the arm. At first Gabriel flinched letting up his guard but soon enough he clamped back down with more force, now he was breathing just as hard trying to control the pain in his ribs. Time,how much did he have left, there was a decent amount left in him ready to spill some more blood. Now was a pivitol moment of control and he needed to capitalize.

As soon as Sara moved to poke at his stomach hoping to pierce vital organs he flexed his core tautly and decided it was time now was it. He heaved back still in control of his limbs though he let his balance falter and threw his weight back with all his strength into Sara as she lie tucked beneath his arm. The bulk of his weight would come down on her with imminent force from the fall. If only it would be enough.

[CAW]

At the end of a very nice, well-balanced fight, the winner is Gabriel. Great job both of you. This was close.

CAWCAWCAWCAW!!