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Left, right, duck, follow up! This dance was something Nymara was all too familiar with as the red head elegantly made her way across the mud soaked pit. The constant chanting of the onlookers was enough to fuel her adrenaline as she stared across the small arena to the much larger man. Both were sweating intensely as they took a moment to catch their breath, but Nymara knew that the endless cry for blood from the audience meant one of them was going to be knocked to the ground soon. Just the thought of it made her blood pump, enough for the dragon slayer to crack a wide grin. She wore little but some black pants and a bandage wrap covering her breasts, exposing her bruised abs and muscles as she held up both her arms in a fighting stance. Both her fists curled and ready to strike at any moment, though she restrained them as she carefully watched her enemy's movements. The man was far taller than she was, and a lot more muscular too! To most this seemed like an easy fight for the male, though Nymara was confident her speed could match his strength and she'd be able to use his own weight against him. That was after all the only realistic way to win this fight. Without the use of magic, Nymara needed to switch up her strategy a little. It was something she had always appreciated doing. Sure the force of her fire was enough to topple most of the foes she had come across, but being forced to defeat an enemy without it caused the red head to think twice about every strike. She could no longer rely on her pure ferocity as she normally would, but instead needed to use her speed and agility.
The bandage wraps covering her knuckles gripped tightly around her fingers, and without much warning Nymara dashed forwards once again! The larger man let out a war cry and did the same, bringing his massive hands downwards in a large arch, meant to completely shatter anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in their way. Luckily Nymara saw this coming, and at the last second she ducked and slid across the mud, right between the man's legs! Before he even had the chance to see where she had gone, he felt the hard punch to his ribs, causing him to yell in pain before swinging his fist around to hit the red head! At the last second she managed to bring up both her arms and take the full force of the blow! The action was strong enough to send Nymara staggering backwards into the edge of the arena, grunting painfully as the crowd got even more excited! It wasn't long before Nym felt their hands push her forwards back into the arena. Cracking her neck she dashed forwards once again, narrowly dodging a right hook from the fighter before responding with her own! Unfortunately for the red head, the man was a lot faster than he looked. He had caught her fist mid air with his hand, and before the dragon slayer could even calculate her mistake she felt the full force of his other fist across her jaw!
"And there you have it folks! The winner is Archibald Ironfist!" The crowd in the small underground room went wild, cheering the victor as Nym lay in the dirt, still recovering from that intense blow. "I'll.. G- Get you next time!" She retorted as nobody listened, slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position, holding her jaw with a wince. Despite the circumstances, Nymara was still smiling. Though it was hard to tell with the intense bruise across her lip and eye. "Aight you know the drill little lady. You lost, so scoot!" The shady announcer whispered to Nym as he shooed her from the arena. Grunting Nymara got to her feet and walked out, making her way through the crowd and up a small flight of stairs. The match in question was being held within a small basement underneath a tavern. Thankfully the magical liquid Nymara used to forget her pain wasn't far away.
Using a small handkerchief Nym spit a wad of blood from her mouth into it as she hesitantly unwrapped the bandage coverings around her hands. Her knuckles were beat, bruised, and bleeding but thankfully the bartender lent her a bowl of ice. Sighing she leaned forwards in her corner booth, letting her fist rest in the bowl as she downed a shot of whisky. "Oi! I'll get another over here!"
The bandage wraps covering her knuckles gripped tightly around her fingers, and without much warning Nymara dashed forwards once again! The larger man let out a war cry and did the same, bringing his massive hands downwards in a large arch, meant to completely shatter anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in their way. Luckily Nymara saw this coming, and at the last second she ducked and slid across the mud, right between the man's legs! Before he even had the chance to see where she had gone, he felt the hard punch to his ribs, causing him to yell in pain before swinging his fist around to hit the red head! At the last second she managed to bring up both her arms and take the full force of the blow! The action was strong enough to send Nymara staggering backwards into the edge of the arena, grunting painfully as the crowd got even more excited! It wasn't long before Nym felt their hands push her forwards back into the arena. Cracking her neck she dashed forwards once again, narrowly dodging a right hook from the fighter before responding with her own! Unfortunately for the red head, the man was a lot faster than he looked. He had caught her fist mid air with his hand, and before the dragon slayer could even calculate her mistake she felt the full force of his other fist across her jaw!
"And there you have it folks! The winner is Archibald Ironfist!" The crowd in the small underground room went wild, cheering the victor as Nym lay in the dirt, still recovering from that intense blow. "I'll.. G- Get you next time!" She retorted as nobody listened, slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position, holding her jaw with a wince. Despite the circumstances, Nymara was still smiling. Though it was hard to tell with the intense bruise across her lip and eye. "Aight you know the drill little lady. You lost, so scoot!" The shady announcer whispered to Nym as he shooed her from the arena. Grunting Nymara got to her feet and walked out, making her way through the crowd and up a small flight of stairs. The match in question was being held within a small basement underneath a tavern. Thankfully the magical liquid Nymara used to forget her pain wasn't far away.
Using a small handkerchief Nym spit a wad of blood from her mouth into it as she hesitantly unwrapped the bandage coverings around her hands. Her knuckles were beat, bruised, and bleeding but thankfully the bartender lent her a bowl of ice. Sighing she leaned forwards in her corner booth, letting her fist rest in the bowl as she downed a shot of whisky. "Oi! I'll get another over here!"
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