Cicilia De'Reignhardt VS Yumi Kuroushī

Yumi let her rage take control for some time as she seemed uncontrolable. Maybe what was burried in the past was better to stay that way, burried. She hated those times from the bottom of her heart, not finding happiness in any circustance. Pain was her solution to forget it all and hell, Cici was the best one to make her feel it. Almost like a perfect partner, her strength and apparent fury matched her need for pain, but maybe that was just it, just to fill her needs. But these last seconds were nothing but sadness and anger from the twisted woman.

Yumi almost caught the German and still squirm like a wild animal for a couple of seconds. Noticing that she failed and the boxer backed away, there was no need to keep raging, as she slowly calmed down. Looking at Cici, she wanted more and show what she was capable of. However upon looking over to Cicilia, she quickly noticed on the bad state, too tired to face her, almost like she wasn't worth the effort. Yumi was looking up for this, she was excited and all, but now everything was diying down, the excitment, the rage, everything...

But she didn't mind it, anyway. She would still keep going not matter.

...However it was a different matter, when Cicilia was turned around and moved to the exit, leaving her behind. She was immediately shooked, not believing her opponent was giving up. "W-Where are you going?!" Was she too boring, couldn't go any more... Yumi started to get frustated as time passed. The German was exiting just like that, as if it was nothing and making all this meaningless... Yumi felt hurt, she felt Cicilia was making her inferior to everyone else by not even finishing their fight. "Am I not enough for you?! I though we could have something...You'll see!"

Yumi was annoyed, frustated and sad. This all brought anything good to her... just was empty inside her. She left like her opponent, however she was depressed, having to fill her emptiness with her own methods and alone...

"No. You're a joke." Cicilia growled without missing a beat. She wasn't enjoying this at all... AFW had ignored her requests for opponents ONE TOO MANY times and now, this was her breaking point. She tossed this girl around enough... screw her if she was mad. Without another word, the boxer pushed past Yumi and made her way out of here... So she could go home and bury her face in a pillow for the rest of her life.