Nina and Anna versus Sarah and Rika

Anna was not in any mood to accept Rika's "clinch". Right as Rika yanked on Nina's hair, she'd slam another punch into Rika's crotch. Then Nina's cry stung her as if it was her hair being yanked.

The momentary disruption of her poise tore a hole in Nina's defense. She clutched at her throat, wheezed, deprived of a rejoinder, vulnerable.

Rika screamed in pain, Anna's powerful fist once again driving into her crotch. It became too much to stay on her feet anymore, and she slumped down onto her front on the mat, holding her crotch and moanng in pain.

Fortunately Rika's sacrafice would not be in vain, as her last move had left Nina exposed and vulnerable, easy prey for Sarah Gatt. Rushing in Sarah would quickly incapacitate Nina, and in keeping with the theme of the match so far, would send a swift but strong kick into her crotch.

Anna shoved Rika away too late. She saw Nina crumple to the mat. Then she saw red.

"That's it!" she snarled at Sarah. Her violet eyes smoldered. "I'm going to kill you!"

No longer bothering to jog, she stomped towards Sarah.

Sarah watched with grim satisfaction as Nina crumbled to the mat before her, smiling grimly. She then turned to the enraged Anna. "Kill me?" she repeated innocently. "That would certainly be exciting, wouldn't it?"

While this went on Rika, through excrutiating pain, managed to prop herself on her elbows, and before Anna stomped out of reach, she would reach out to grab her ankle. If she managed that she would immediately bite down on her leg, sinking her teeth into the flesh.

If this distraction proved useful Sarah would rush in, and nail a clothesline across Anna's neck that could damn well take her head off.

Anna didn't even glance when Rika made to grab her by an ankle. She stomped the hand grasping for her foot without a glance. Her eyes remained fixed on Sarah's face.

"You fight to enjoy yourself," the redhead growled. "I fight to protect my mistress. And when I fight for real, I hospitalize people."

Nina stared helplessly at her furious maid through tear-rimmed eyes. Oh, no... Anna... She couldn't find her voice in her pain. It shamed her. Al she had now was Anna. All she ever had...

Sarah frowned as Rika retracted her hand howling in pain after getting it stomped on. "What a coincidence!" Sarah laughed, spreading her arms wiide. "I hospitalize people when I fight to enjoy myself! We have som much in common." Sarah's fist would then shoot out like a bolt of lightning to nail Anna in the face, and would then unleash a barrage of punches on the maid's face and body, knowing she couldn't block them all.

"We have nothing in common."

So saying, Anna inclined her head out of the way of Sarah's initial punch. But instead of dodging the rest, she braced herself, tensed every muscle in her body, hardened her will, and took all those punches front and face on.

Sarah's last punch would finally lash Anna's head to the right. It would even draw blood from Anna's lips. But the redhead slowly looked back at Sarah and asked almost calmly, "Is that all you've got?"

Nina fought down the pain between her legs to slowly push herself up from the mat. She still couldn't speak, her throat feeling like it had been caved in. She needed to get to Anna...

"Nope!" Sarah cackled, not letting up in the slightest. If this girl wanted take a beating to make some kind of point who was she to argue? After her last punch Sarah would turn, and deliver a powerful spinning kick to Anna's chest.

Rika meanwhile had recovered enough to get onto her hands and knees, clenching her teeth through the pain. She was angry. Angry at their opponants and angry at herself for doing so poorly in this match. She had to pull it together! Rika saw that Nina was still down, so she would quickly crawl over to her, grab her by the hair, and slam her face into the mat.

Anna arched backwards so that Sarah's leg would sail over her. Still in that position, balanced on her feet, she'd smash both her fists into either side of Sarah's knee, her cool purple eyes judging distance.

The scrabbling behind her warned Nina. She rolled out of the way of Rika's hand, but she wasn't in the mood to kick, or had the strength to respond offensively. "I... don't... have time for this..."