"Mousey" Minerva Vs. Lethe Cherry

Minerva was too much in shock to be able to dodge Lethe no matter how slow she was. "Owww!" She screamed as her scalp burned. As she was pushed off onto her back she began to whimper. "I-I'm sorry Lethe-chan!" She said. "I..." She fumbled for the words flailing about uselessly. "Please ... noo!" She begged. "I-I Know that you're sensitive about it! I wouldn't have done it on purpose I swear, no matter how much I wanted too!" Her eyes widened and her face went instantly red. She couldn't believe how this ring made her say things she would never ever say in a million years. She forced her eyes to look at Lethe and after sparing a glance she shut them tightly knowing she could only have sparked the girl's fury even more.

Lethe clambered on top of her during her sniveling, and straddled Minerva's chest, keeping a firm hold of her hair and pulling it left and right, seeming like she was trying to pull some hair straight out of her scalp despite all of Minerva's pleading.

"Nyaaaaa!" Minerva flailed as Lethe climbed on top of her, holding tight onto her hand. Tears were freely streaming down her face now. "Lethe-chaan it huuurts!" She pleaded. She weakly grabbed at Lethe's wrists to try and get Lethe to release her iron grip on her hair. When it failed she began to flail once more desperately groping around to find some way to get Lethe off of her. She once again found Lethe's chest but this time instead of groping at her breasts she curled her fingers around Lethe's top and tugged it as hard as she could hoping some how she could throw Lethe off of her.

Lethe was all business tonight, just trying to make the poor girl hurt however she could. Her jaw then dropped in bewilderment as Minerva reached her hands back up for her top. She ended up getting tugged forwards before she could do anything, and felt the fabric of her shirt tearing some after flopping on top of her.

"N..no... not again.." SHe said through clenched teeth before trying to roll away to escape.

Minerva felt Lethe roll away and looked up at the other girl. "Whaa?" She said and looked at Lethe. "Oh no!" She gasped. "I-I'm sorry Lethe-chan!" She said and scrambled forward. She reached out her hands towards Lethe. "I think I can fix it... I learned how you can take two pieces of fabric and rip it a little bit and then tie them together..." She would reach out for Lethe's top again in an attempt to try and fix the slightly torn material. However if she was able to get a hold of the top, most likely she would just end up ripping it more.

Lethe got back onto her knees and glared at her as she started to approach her. She swung her hand out to slap at her hands, trying to keep her away while struggling back to her feet.

.oO(Damn it... Damn that huge bitch for doing this to me...) She thought.

"Nyaaa!" Minerva said as Lethe slapped at her hands. "Lethe-chaaaan!" She said in a very dotting voice. "If you're sensitive about it, then let me fix it for you." She leaned in to whisper to Lethe. "I think they're beautiful though." She blushed deeply. "err... ahhh..." She stuck her tongue out and pushed Lethe's hands away. "But you don't want them popping out in front of everybody.. I understand that... let me help you!" She said as she redoubled her efforts to try and fix Lethe's top.

Lethe blinked when Minerva tried to compliment her, then saw her trying to reach for her top again and slapped her hands away once more, trying to roll away and stand back up.

Minerva sniffled when her hands were slapped away and she stumbled back. "I was just trying to help." She said softly. "If your top comes off then you can't get mad at me!" She nodded. but it's still a match right? She thought. Minerva chased ater Lethe and attempted to tackled Lethe. It was more of a clumbsy hug but it was the best offense she could muster.

Lethe said nothing in response to Minerva's warning. As she stood up, she was swaying left and right a little from exhuastion and dizziness. She saw her opponent charging at her, but it didn't click in her mind until it was too late that she needed to dodge.

She took the tackle and was knocked back to the ground after JUST managing to stand back up. Lethe clenched her teeth, struggling to fight back and stay conscious by reaching for Minerva's hair to slowly start throwing blow after blow at Minerva's head.