Atlanti
Graduated
Posts: 138
Power Level: 18,538
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Post by Atlanti on Feb 22, 2017 21:39:17 GMT -6
Yay kickball, the other intergalactic sport! Aisuko's kick landed surely, sending Atlanti rolling and unable to get the ground beneath her. The Namekian winced with a muffled sound of pain at the blow, feeling the air rush from her lungs like a kid finding a candy store across the street.
It was the exact opposite of what she'd been recently taught; she just wasn't sure how to change that. She reached out as the leg collided with her side, hoping to grab hold of the other woman's foot and knock her off balance with her momentum.
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 21:54:00 GMT -6
While Aisuko was holding back on her attacks, it didn't necessarily mean she wasn't generating a significant amount of power. So she did jerk forward slightly as Atlanti managed to grab hold...and that piercing gaze slipped down to watch before she stooped and grabbed a fist full of her hair...
...and proceeded to use her face as a punching bag.
PL: 2250
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Atlanti
Graduated
Posts: 138
Power Level: 18,538
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Post by Atlanti on Feb 22, 2017 22:22:05 GMT -6
One's inability eventually catches up with them! With the firm grip on her hair keeping her in place, Atlanti couldn't get anywhere while she was taking the beat down. She focuses on trying to keep the worst of the blows from her face by crossing her arms in front of it!
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 23, 2017 8:09:02 GMT -6
She knew how to block, which was a good thing.
Aisuko, then, changed tactics. She suddenly released the Namekian's hair and thrust her knee into Atlanti's abdomen, figuring her arms were probably feeling the blows.
As a bit of an understatement.
She wasn't out to kill her...just hurt. And right now she was gauging just how much she was hurting the Namekian, and whether or not she had to...amp things up.
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Atlanti
Graduated
Posts: 138
Power Level: 18,538
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Post by Atlanti on Feb 23, 2017 20:41:09 GMT -6
Her arms were screaming in protest with the beatdown, shaking as Atlanti kept them up to prevent the worst of it as long as she could. At least for now, she could see the other woman; bruised, swollen eyes wouldn't help with that. Her arms were discolored from bruises that were chaining together.
The knee collided with her abdomen, the Namekian unable to effectively block the blow while her arms still felt more like stretched rubber than her own limbs. The air tore itself from her lungs with more force than the last blow she'd taken, turning Atlanti into a bit of a ragdoll. She gave in to the reflex to protect her torso with one arm as she fell to her knees, trying to stand back up before the next blow came. But she wasn't asking Aisuko to stop.
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Post by Vo Lang on Feb 24, 2017 23:23:32 GMT -6
Calling this match in favor of Aisuko. You may continue this match however you want but officially Aisuko moves on.
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 28, 2017 10:20:35 GMT -6
The call was made, but Aisuko's faint hiss was probably a hint that she wasn't really through.
She appreciated the silent resolve the Namekian female had.
Good. Good. Plenty of potential, here.
Without leaving her time to stand again, though, Aisuko would plant her knee in a solid blow against the bottom of her chin, intending on lifting her up enough to be able to work over her body with plenty of blows.
Her aim was to work Atlanti over to the edge of the ring, and then deal a final, decisive, roundhouse. If successful, Atlanti would be lifted through the air one time, to skid over the soft grass.
And end the match.
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