Amy and King- The Hunt

Amy was encouraged by the reaction and swung again at the same target. But even if the blow had hurt King, he was made of sterner stuff than the board was, which snapped in two upon the second enthusiastic blow on his poor shoulder.

"Fuck." Amy threw her half of her weapon away and slipped into the shadows before King could turn around and track her. She began to move deeper into the site. She needed another weapon. Preferably one with a little more reliability than a piece of wood.

King couldnt believe he was struck by surprise to the weaken shoulder, not sure what hits him but who hit him was an obvious answer, that Amy was waiting for him and smacked him hard with the weapon in her hand, forcing him to drop down and clutches his sore shoulder.

But after a minute top, he slowly raise to his feet and start looking for Amy again, hiding like a bitch she is, the beast tries to sniff her out though not as good compare to a real animal, but he is as deadly as one, if he could find her and play with his prey. "AMY! GET YOUR SWEET ASS OUT OF THE SHADOW! NOW!"

Amy found some concrete blocks stacked in a neat pile by the wall, but she hesitated. That seemed like a little much, even for a giant asshole like King. "C'mon, c'mon..." Weapons weren't really her style, but if she had to pick, she'd have gone with a nice, reliable aluminum baseball bat. Classic. She didn't expect to find one in a construction site, but she'd have settled for anything with a handle, really.

All of a sudden, King bellowed out into the darkness, and, despite the ferocity of his roar, Amy could only respond by laughing. 'Sweet ass?' Her laughter was bright, a stark contrast to its surroundings and the challenge that drew it out, but it was made eerie by the way it bounced off the walls and ceilings and seemed to come from all sides at once.

Amy crept to the edge of the darkness and peeked out from a corner. King hadn't moved from where she'd smacked him at the entrance, and... was he sniffing the air? What a weirdo.

Amy stepped out from the pillar she was hiding behind into the light and smiled. She stuck out her tongue. "If you want a piece of this 'sweet ass,' you're gonna have to work for it. Come and get me, kitten." Then she turned and started to run- she had every bit of confidence that she would escape; she was already about thirty feet ahead, for starters. It was her plan to draw him toward the back where she'd seen the toolbox up on the scaffold. She'd have to fight him bare-handed for a bit, but that wasn't an altogether unappealing idea.

King shoulder isnt in very good shape after that surprised attack by Amy that weaken him further and increasingly making him more madder than usual, wanting to punish her but she kept running away like a mouse seeing a hunter.

Not much choice but to keep hunting her down, shes pretty much trapped where he is in the construction site anyway. He can hear her, no see her from the distance as shes taunting him and runs away some more. He goes in to follow her, pushing his legs as much as he could to charge towards her, hoping that his good arm, his good shoulder, could catch her with a tackle from behind.

Amy strategized how she would fight him as she ran. Hit and run was the way to go, but she’d need to make each punch count- that shoulder was a good target; he was sure to be feeling it by now. She’d have liked access to his nose, but that mask would get in the way. His balls? Okay, but only as a last resort; this was a test of herself, after all, and she wouldn't learn anything by taking a dude down with a nutshot. He was big, he was tough, he was relentless, but with patience her fist could wear down any…

Oh hey, look. A shovel.

Amy skidded to a stop and turned, all plans to fight King barehanded suddenly forgotten. She stepped toward the weapon...

...only to be suddenly rocketed off her feet as King plowed aggressively into her side. Amy hit the floor with King on top of her, shocked. "Fuck!" She began to struggle wildly, punching out at him, looking desperately to escape his clutches.

The man beast comes charging right at her as quickly as he could, his shoulder hurting and just exhausting from non stop chasing, need a drink of water or something, but his thirst for beating her ass up is enough to quench him, hopefully.

By the time he caught up to her and jumping in using his large body to spear her down on the ground, he caught her, finally, now all he needs is having his heavyweight body to weight her down while shes punching at him, avoid the best he can to keep her from hitting his shoulder. "GRRR BITCH!"

For some payback while panting to catch his breath, he can use his free hand and reaching down for that pretty face of hers, giving a firm grip until his fingers can slowly pressuring in, putting her in the Iron Claw, wrenching her face up!

King was heavy.

King looked heavy, so it wasn't any wonder that the weight that bore down on her now flattened her in the way that it did. But it was really hard to appreciate a figure like "three hundred pounds" until it was lying down on top of you and trying to keep you from escaping.

Amy continued to struggle, fists shooting out every which way, body writhing looking to pull out from under King. Then a massive hand came up around her head and started to squeeze, and Amy cried out. "Jesus Christ!" Her fists retreated, flying instead to King's giant fingers, looking to pry them open so that her head could slip out of his grip.

King finally gotten himself lucky with himself pouncing on top of Amy preventing her from doing anything foolish to him, though with several punches to his body, yet he put the stop to it with his massive hand reaching for her face and squeeze on like crushing a melon, can hear her crying out in pain which he loves to hear.

"How does it feel now? Huh?!" The beast is fueled with anger and pleasure right now, mostly angry and glad he caught her, hoping he could pull her up by the face and trying to throw her right into the metal beams since she wanted his grip to let her go.

Amy had never been tossed by the head before. The sensation was difficult to describe- pain, naturally, and not just from the landing. It was disconcerting that she couldn't see what was happening before it happened, what, with King's dirty mitts covering her eyes. She didn't like the way her body couldn't do anything but ragdoll behind her head. Overall, the experience was not good, and she'd prefer it not happen again.

King's throw was true; Amy flew backwards into the steel support beam head and shoulders first, making the beam sing out with their collision. Amy hit the steel high, but still slid down to her ass afterwards, her head ringing out. So that's about what she could expect if King happened to get his hands on her, huh? But she was free, now, and she struggled to get to her feet, her back to the beam, and her eyes slightly unfocused, but trained on King.

King using his powerful arm, the good arm that isnt fucked up by her assaults, flinging her in the air with one hand on the face and send her flying until he can hear her body banging into the steel beam, the loud metal ding sounds echoing in the dark of the night, clearly, it was very enjoyable tune from the beast.

Panting a little consider it does take a lot of energy and power just using one hand to throw that girl. The man beast slowly up to his feet as he turn his head to stare or glare, whichever, right at Amy where he could see her barely able to get herself up, a good sign that he did some good damages to her.

King turn towards to Amy and taking step by step, closer and closer, like one of those horror or action movie where the villian is getting closer to destroy the other character, King is like that, except its real life and shes in serious trouble. "You're... in serious big ass trouble bitch!" King hoped he get close enough that he would use his free good hand to reach down an handful of her hair, pulling up to her feet and up against the metal beam.