Women's Bracket -- Raisa vs. Katina

[canhazcookie]

Who: Raisa and Katina
Where: Imperial City
What: SECOND ROUND FIGHT
When: Whenever the second round of the Spring Court Tournament goes
Warnings: Violence

One fight behind her, and Raisa was feeling fairly confident of herself. Much more so than she had coming into this beorc festival, when she was all wound up with nerves—even intimidated, as un-laguz and disgraceful as that thought was.

But no longer. It’s with that new confidence that she strides out into the sands, carrying with her neither weapon nor armor—not anything but a set of simple clothes and well-traveled sandals. Her tail betrayed her new anticipation, however, swishing faster than her steps.

“Beorc! Will you not come to fight today?”

Perhaps not all of these non-laguz traditions were nonsense after all.

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[canhazcookie]

Well, that was unexpected.

Raisa stumbled back when the tension on the halberd abruptly wasn't there anymore. The weapon was hers, now, but...what was she supposed to do with it?

Then her numbed arm slipped and the beorc had turned the tables on her--and had produced a sword as if from nowhere. A short one, but so much the better for this equally short range. The sword hit Raisa's numbed arm, so she barely felt it--but she did feel the beorc's weight crashing into her and bowling her over. As comparitively slight of frame and off balance as she was, there was little resistance as she went down.

Raisa dredged up a bit of energy left and shifts forms again as she's on her way to the ground; she doesn't make it in time to escape being pinned crosswise in the dust. Raisa's spine curves to bring her claws to bear again, this time on the beorc's back and side, and entirely abandoning the halberd.

Her claws catch and make a hideous sound as they pull the chainmail open at the rivets, but the armor does precisely what it's supposed to. Katina is spared anything more severe than bruises, but the armor will have some interesting battle scars on it later.

She wedges her hind feet up and underneath Katina's torso, to kick and throw the beorc off of her. Something. Anything. Because by Fortune that hurt.

[grandtheftmecha]

Now that she has the advantage, even with Raisa shifting back to her laguz form, Katina has nothing in mind but finishing the battle. She can replace chain mail easily, and even without protective magic in place she could fight through the wound as long as nothing important was falling out of her body.

Bearing down with all the strength in her body, Katina locks her knees around her shifted opponent, taking the kicks to her back with a grimace. Weathering the blows, she draws her arm back - she's not quite sure what would happen if she simply slammed the tip of the blade straight down into someone, even in an arena like this, so instead she puts all of her strength and weight into swinging the pommel of the sword straight down at Raisa's head. Hopefully a blunt strike like this is enough to knock her clean out, and if it isn't, at least it might keep her from bucking Katina off.

[canhazcookie]

Ow ow ow ow get off get off.

Raisa disengaged her paws from the chainmail to bat at her opponent again and again--on her back as she was, she would normally be able to bring all four of her paws to bear, but she also had to work against the excruciating pain in her torso. While the blows left bruises, they didn't remove the beorc.

The cat snapped her head forward and clamped her jaws around the beorc's hand and fingers, biting down very hard and stopping the pommel from directly hitting her head.

...but all that force from the blow had to go somewhere. Even garbed with sand as it was, the arena floor was still quite hard. The last things Raisa would recall later was the beorc's hand--then stars, then black as her head bounced against the ground like a child's ball.

[grandtheftmecha]

ALL THE BRUISES IN THE WORLD ARE ACCEPTABLE. Mostly because, despite the pain of those jaws closing around her hand, she's able to slam Raisa's head against the ground. It might be a different story if they were able to more seriously hurt each other - actually losing her hand would be awful - but like this? Katina could deal with a bit of bruising.

Grinning as she saw the cat relax against the ground, obviously unconscious, Katina rolls off to the side and onto the ground, panting to catch her breath. She won. SHE WON. "That's... just the start!"