[The Colosseum] Cage Matches Womens match 1- (Viskyia VS Svetlona)

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10th Cryxatum
Season of Spring, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIII Post Fractum. The First Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne

A buzz filled the air around the Colosseum as the day of the Nexus Prime Cage Fights arrived. Finally... even after the numerous small crisis that Gaston the promoter had to overcome. Guild laziness, a surpring shortage of iron on the market, and the thousand other little fires he had to put out. He looked worriedly at the sky, but the gray clouds soon parted and the sun shone upon the dusty arena. It was time.

The crowd roared as the first fights began. Everyone seemed to place a bet and they were looking for their investments to pay off.

The Cages were magnificent; 20 feet tall by 15 feet wide. Thin, yet strong bars rounded the cage to allow a better view from the crowd. The ground was the dirt of the arena, and two stools sat in opposite corners for the fighters to recline upon in between rounds.

Gaston, the halfling fight promoter announced through a megaphone the next match.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to produce the first fight in the Women's Division.... Viskyia "Little Deer" Crow Versus Svetlona "Thunder" Legovska!"

Viskyia could see her opponent...

Svetlona was square, meaty and mean looking. She snarled upon seeing the more nimble Viskyia. Svetlona was about 5'10, 230 pounds, and with short hair.

"I'm going to chew her up and spit her out!" She announced, waiting for Viskyia to walk into the cage with her.

[Viskyia Crow]

Viskyia had started the morning with a run to limber up her muscles, then had spent numerous minutes, almost a full candlemark stretching and getting her mind into a semblance of calmness for the battle ahead. She felt good as she dawned a simple knee-length cage match tunic that concealed no weapons and walked into the ring. She admired the cages, but felt almost like an animal as she slipped inside. She didn't spend useless time mocking or commenting on her opponent. She didn't even waste the time to listen to what the woman was saying.

Instead she was studying the way she was moving, how she lumbered into the ring, and the toughness she appeared to have. Viskyia was quick, and knew she could hit hard when she chose too. This would be one of those times. The key was to not let Svetlona get her hands upon her. The plan was simple... blow upon blow upon blow, dancing out of the woman's way, and hopefully taking her down as quick as possible until the match was called. Viskyia wasn't a tough fighter. If Svetlona hit her (Which she was envisioning the woman unable too...) something likely would break. So she focus, remembered both Nydardomond's words and her saurid Shaasskah teacher, and faced the big bold woman in the ring waiting for the buzzer to call the start of the match. She'd be ready and not take her eyes off the opponent until then.

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Viskyia was indeed an exact opposite of the meaty Svetlona. The powerhouse flexed and attempted to stare Viskyia down. Rather noisely she cracked her knuckles, and smiled widely.

*DING!*

Svetlona rushed forth, her trunk-like feet stampeding across the ground. Viskyia followed her course and darted out of the opponent's way, just inches from her outstreched hands.

They circled around each other again, and Svetlona made another lunge....

[Viskyia Crow]

Svetlona didn't live in her entire body. Viskyia could tell immediately as the woman lunged the first time and forced her to step back out of the bullish woman's way. Her body lumbered, and the big woman's mind was obviously trapped inside the tiny confines of her head. Regardless of the outcome of the match, Viskyia would pity her. Life was about so much more.

Then the second lunge came.

Viskyia knew the woman had no balance, so she attempted to step to one side and sweep the woman's feet out from under her using the sweep technique she'd practiced on Nydardomond repeatedly. It had worked well for the big half-orc, knocking him off his feet and putting him in a vulnerable position for Viskyia to rein blow after blow down on him with her fists. And the way the move worked, it would put Viskyia back on her feet with enough alacrity to turn and start punching the woman. Viskyia could only hope Svetlona went down just as hard as her sparring partner did. If Svetlona went down, Viskyia's next plan was to use straight punches on her sprawled form in any vulnerable facial area available to her.

[Selena Ile Andra]

As Svetlona lunged for the second time, she was confident that she would slam her large bulk into the smaller woman and win the match, victory already rang in her small mind. So when Viskyia was able to move so quickly and both avoid her lunge and sweep her feet out to try and trip her one a few graceful moves, she was more then surprised.

She saw the move coming, but was unable to do much to avoid the move, she took a small step back but Viskyia was able to catch her other foot and Svetlona started to go down.

She let out a cry of pain as she landed hard on her back, momentarily seeing stars as her large head slammed against the floor. She was in a vunerable position and knew it, so she thrashed around with her large arms in hopes of hitting the tiny woman off guard.

[Viskyia Crow]

Svetlona's trunk like legs were an apt description.... because when she went down, it seemed to Viskyia that the woman acted a lot like a tree would when felled. Her arms waved about trying to force punches and get lucky, and all Viskyia could think of was the way the crown of a tree kept bouncing even after it fell. She knew she wanted to keep herself out of the reach of those massive fists, especially on and around her head... so as she moved forward to start the punch attack she had planned, she lashed out with her left foot in a hard kick aimed at the huge woman's ribs. If she landed it, she'd advance, hoping Svetlona would curl up, to protect her ribs or in pain, putting her head more in Viskyias punching range and those massive arms with their fists attached more outside of it.

And as she did so, Viskyia tried to work on her focus and concentration, narrowing down the distractions of the crowd of the cage and the other woman's hurled scornful looks. She'd do what she had to, hurt the woman if necessary, and walk away hopefully to advance to the next round. She wanted that prize money... it would mean a home of her own and no more sleeping under the forge.

[Selena Ile Andra]

Svetlona growled angrily when none of her punches landed on Viskyia, she could hear the jeering shouts and taunts from the crowds which made her blood boil. She would not let this stick of a woman humilate her in front of all these people. She recovered a little from the fall and turned in time to see Viskyia's foot coming towards her ribs.

Knowing it would deal a possible match deciding blow, she moved quicker then she had before and grabbed Viskyia's foot before it hit her ribs, although it hurt her hands to catch the hard kick, it was better then taking the blow to her ribs. Catching the foot in her hands, she used her strength to twist her foot and throw Viskyia back away from her. She didn't know if she twisted her ankle hard enough to break it, but she knew it would be sore and would hinder her quickness, perhaps putting the fight better in Svetlona control.

Svetlona climbed back to her feet, albeit still shaky from her head hitting the ground. She got in a unbalanced fighting stance before taking a careless lunge at Viskyia again, hoping her speed had been cut in half and she would be able to break the woman's face in.

[Viskyia Crow]

Viskyia definitely hadn't anticipated the move. The woman's massive hands grabbed her ankle, whipped her back and around, throwing her easily from Svetlona's immediate vicinity. The pain was excruciating as the ankle gave slightly to the force of being a pivot point for Viskyia's full weight, and screamed its painful protest. Viskyia relaxed into being thrown, trying to minimize the damage, though at the very least her ankle was sprained. She came down rolling, and was up on her good foot, balancing her weight there, not trusting the throbbing ankle that was even now darkening with the beefy woman's abuse.

Viskyia was done playing. Absolutely done. She wasn't angry, she was just very conscious that this woman wanted to hurt her, and if possible tear her limb from limb. After all, wasn't that was she was trying to do just now? Remove her ankle from the rest of her leg? Viskyia grimaced, breathed deeply, focused, and waited for the charge.

When the lunge came, so did Viskyia's crane-kick. It was a vicious move, designed to confuse the opponent or aid the artist if one of their legs... mainly a knee... was damaged. She waited, as was her style, until Svetlona was in range, and leaped upwards with her good leg, bending the knee of her bad leg, and thrusting the good leg out, heel first, trying to smash it into her beefy opponents face. Landing the crane after a blow wasn't easy. The move was designed to have the artist land on the same foot as the artist lashed out with... but in this case, if Svetlona ensnared it, or didn't get a crushed jaw like Viskyia planned, she'd fall straight down, trying to land on her rear, and roll out of range at the same time.

If she did land the crane kick, she'd be able to come back to a full stance on her good foot, and she'd lunge forward, fists up, ready to finish the girl off with several blows to the forehead designed to rob her of consciousness.

[Selena Ile Andra]

Svetlona watched as the stick woman, as she called her in her small mind, rolled along the ground and came back up. She was surprised that the ankle wasn't broken for she had twisted the ankle hard. Before the fight had even begun, Svetlona knew it was possible that she may hurt the other woman, but she didn't care, now she wanted to hurt this woman for humiliating her in front of all the people.

Although the ankle wasn't broken, she could see the bruises begin to darken on the skin and she smiled.

As she lunged, she was confident that the woman wouldn't be able to dodge as she had before and she would land a crushing blow on her. She didn't expect the stick woman to make such a visous move and she was unsure if she would be able to dodge it in time.

Knowing she was quite slow because of her big bulk, she would not be able to completely dodge the blow, but she could lessen the damage. She brought her beefy arm up in front of her face and cries out in pain as the heel of her good foot slams into her arm, she is sent back a little ways, almost falling over from the force of the blow. She stumbles back but manages to stay upright, however her right arm in which she defended her face is now completely useless, hanging limp at her side.

She waited until Viskyia would land, then she would take another careless lunge, aiming her good arm at the stick woman's face, not caring if she killed the other woman or not, she just wanted to cause Viskyia as much pain as possible.

[Viskyia Crow]

Viskyia almost smiled. Not because of the fact that she broke the big woman's arm. Rather, she almost smiled because no matter how much pain she was in, she managed to land the kick and stay on her feet. It was a small victory, but she'd take what she could get.

Damn. The woman was so predictable. She lunged again. Again? Enough. Viskyia thought to herself. Absolutly enough. Instead of waiting for Svetlona to come to her, Viskyia ignored the pain in her ankle and moved forward, arms up, shoulders back, and brought her left arm in a block that was something she'd practiced day and night until it was as normal to her as breathing. The woman was at a full lunge again, good arm ready to smash into her face, and Viskyia saw it coming. Thats why she used the block, attempting to sweep the arm aside, open the girls face up to her right fist which would land a brutal forward punch if the block was successful. The force of the forward punch should be enough to break the girls nose, or lower jaw depending upon where it landed... if it did.

[Selena Ile Andra]

Svetlona's anger blinded most of her already cumbersome moves, her lunge was off kilter, she expected her lunge to knock into Viskyia off balance and knock her to the ground, but the stick woman surprised Sveltona yet again and moved forward, even with her bad ankle and brought her arm up to block her lunge.

Unsure of what really to do, she continued her lunge, hoping that it was strong enough to break through her block and floor the stick woman. However her hopes weren't good enough and to the surprise of Sveltona and the entire crowd watching the match, the strong beefy arm coming at Viskyia's face was stopped and deflected her arm and bringing her other arm around in a brutal punch. The punch landed squarely on Sveltona's right cheek and broke the cheekbone completely. She stumbled back for a moment, the pain was excruciating and her vision blurred as she fell back, landing on the mat hard.

The entire cage seemed to rattle when Sveltona went down hard, the crowd stopped altogether for a split second before coming to a roar when they saw that Sveltona wasn't getting up right away, maybe the match was over.

[Viskyia Crow]

Viskyia wasn't done, even though Svetlona went down. It wasn't enough to drop the opponent. It was only enough when the opponent was unable to continue and thus taken out of the equation of danger. She felt no joy at the other woman's fall, or at the feel of bone breaking under her fist. Instead, she watched with the cold calculating way she'd been taught to fight, and indeed to live... and realized that the woman wasn't quite done yet. Viskyia had to make sure she was down completely, without killing her outright.

There were two moves that she knew that could accomplish such a thing. One was the 'knife hand', and the other was a move called 'out of breath'. Viskyia knew that knife hand alone could be enough to kill Svetlona had Viskyia been a more experienced artist, but that wasn't her purpose nor her skill level. Instead she wanted her unable to breath completely, and the best way to do that was to crush her sternum using a combination of knife hand and out of breath. So, Viskyia flattened her hands, both right and left, and advanced even as the brutess was falling, and lashed out viscously with her hands, first the right, then the left, aiming her fingers into the girls sternum as her training had been directed. If successful, the girl's tiny dangling bone between her rib cage would shatter, and her breath would rattle in and out of her lungs, causing the girl to focus all her energy on breathing... having none left to fight.

Once she moved in, struck the one-two maneuver... she'd retreat back, to access the damage and stay out of the way of Svetlona's one good arm and the rest of her enormous body.

[Selena Ile Andra]

As Sveltona was falling, her vision wavered and she couldn't make sense of anything, then suddenly pain ravaged her sternum as she took hit upon hit from her opponent, each hit causing more damage as Sveltona was unable to defend herself from the attacks. Her large body made it harder to inflict such pain on her, so it took a while for Viskyia's blow to finally break the sternum.

Sveltona went down hard and was in such pain, she fought to control her breathing, practically forgetting that she was still in a fight, she was so focused on her breathing. She never fought an opponent such as this and it was irritating as much as it was astonishing that such a small stick figure could take out such a large strong opponent.

Sveltona lay there on the ground stunned for a few moments, her eyes opened slowly as the pain had caused her to black out for a few moments, her vision was blurred as she looked around, but she did not get up nor did she attempt. She saw the stick woman watching her coldly and guessed how happy she must be to have felled her opponent.

As much as Sveltona wanted to continue the fight, she didn't think were able to, her body was ravaged with pain, but the taunting from the crowds drove her to once again stand to her feet, her arm and sternum broken and her unbalance so obvious it was amazing she was able to stand at all. She was dizzy and disoriented, but she knew enough not to lunge at Viskyia again, those lunges hadn't worked so well, so she would wait and watch while trying to regain her regular breathing.

To the crowds around the cage, the match would soon be over with a clear winner in sight.

[Viskyia Crow]

Viskyia hadn't thought Svetlona would get up. She was in fact very startled that she had managed to climb to her feet. Honor demanded that Viskyia stand there, not attacking as she made the attempt. It was a mark of the woman's courage and determination that she'd managed to struggle to her feet with so many injuries. There was a glimmer of respect for her now in Viskyia's estimation, though. "Call the fight." She said softly, so only Svetlona could hear. "You've proven yourself more than capable this day. I do not wish to hurt you further." It was true, Viskyia realized suddenly. A tendril of emotion was creeping back into her consciousness.

If Svetlona did not call it, and made any sort of movement at all that indicated an attack, Viskyia would resort to her usual reliable move. She'd launch herself forward, both arms throwing forward punches... first right, then left, then right, then left, then right again, not giving an ounce of ground, attempting to drive the woman backwards, bring her pain fully into her awareness, and land enough blows about her face and shoulders to end the fight. Viskyia's ankle was no trouble. It was only a sprain and the pain and weakness easily compensated for. Had the wound been worse, she'd not be doing such an aggressive forward move.

[Selena Ile Andra]

Svetlona regained her senses after a moment so she wasn't so dizzy and she began to breathe a little better, though it still hurt to breath and her head ached worse then it had in a long while. This fight had been hard and the stick woman had proven herself a hundred times over and she was obviously going to advance, Svetlona knew she was in no condition to continue the match, her anger giving way.

She just barely heard Viskyia's over the near defeaning roar of the crowds, a look of respect in the stick woman's eye, why would she repsect a woman who had tried every way possible to hurt her? Although Svetlona wouldn't admit it to anyone else, she respected the other woman fighter, she was a magnificent fighter, using her speed advantage to outweigh her strength disadvantage against her stronger opponent.

Calling the match would be the right thing to do, but it was also the harder thing to do seeing as how some may call her a weakling or a coward, she needed to decide right then if she would continue her fight or back down to the clearly dominant woman.

Rather then taking a fall the hard way and possibly dying from her injuries, she decided it was better to live to fight another day. She walked over to Viskyia, her movements slow and unthreatening, some fighters would use that to their advantage and attack their opponent when they let their guard down, but regardless of her fighting methods, she was an honor based fighter and would not dishonor herself in such a way. She held out her good arm to Viskyia, a small smile on her broken face, she was not angry for the damages she had taken, it all came with the territory and she would get more in other fights after this.

"Well done fighting, you bested me and I give in. You are the winner of the match." Once Sveltona stepped back, an official walked into the ring to declare Viskyia the winner of th cage match by default.