Talimaya vs. Rudolf

Not finding her, he swiped his hands in a wider radius to try and catch up with her movements. Where could she have gone now? He took a few steps forward again to try to find her, but her catch of his arm caused him to stop. With her hand on his wrist, he quickly found it twisted behind his back. "Jyu bitch!" he growled as he fell onto his left knee seemingly under her command. Very slowly, he tensed his arm, and began to out muscle her. He could, with one arm, lift her weight, but now he would see if he could move her body with his arm in a strange position.

Feeling him trying to muscle out of the hold, she'd smile. He was definately as strong as she had thought. Likely even more so. It made things interesting, since it would eliminate a lot of moves she could do. Moves that, with his strength, he could easily counter. Slipping behind him, she'd lean forward to wrap her arm around his head, pulling back in a dragon sleeper hold to try to bring him to the ground. She hoped that this move would make it hard for him to utilize his strength, wanting to have him submit to her.

He felt the arm wrap around his neck, surprised almost by its warmth in this cold weather. What the girl did not account for was his other arm. With one almost fully arrested, he'd need to rely on the other, and now that her body had gotten closer to his other side (to begin the choke) he wrapped his right arm around her right leg, and pulled her forward. This time, it was not an act of his arm alone, but also of his abdomen, curling a bit forward to keep from going backwards at her command. He didn't plan for where this would place her, he just needed to get her off of his neck and arm, and this would at get her out from behind him where she had free reign to get his neck and arm.

As he pulled her forward, she'd curse herself for not counting on him being able to grab her with his other hand. She'd end up being pulled slightly over him, her hold on his head and arm keeping him from pulling her to the side. She had to release his head from the dragon sleeper, but she kept hold of his other arm, pulling it forward as he pulled her forward, likely hurting his arm more as she held onto it. Trying to keep herself from being stripped of her advantage, she'd try to pull her leg free. If she could manage that, she'd lock both legs around his other arm, hoping to neutralize his arms for now.

Her refusal to let go of him was growing ever more irritating, especially now as her legs wrapped around his one free hand. "Fine, jyu cen heff vet jyu vent," he growled in every worsening English. He pushed off of the ground harshly with his left foot to fall over. There was little difficulty in angling himself so that his newly heavier side (the side with her hanging on it) would hit the ground first and he would *slam* her into the ground under him.

"Es tut mir leid," his false sympathy for slamming her was bleeding through even the language barrier.

"Huh? Hey! Wait! You ca-" The sudden impact would knock the wind out of her, leaving her hold on his arms weakened enough that he was likely to have no trouble freeing himself. They had said no strikes or slams. But without a ref present, it was hard to enforce the rules. And with the match started already, it likely wouldn't seem fair to most to set penalties now.

"Damn you..." Groaning, Tali would try to pull herself out from under him, knowing if she got far enough away that she could likely keep out of his reach while she recovered.

He laid upon her for a few moments after he had freed both of his arms, rubbing his left arm consolingly with his right as he did so. This sentiment did not last long as she began to squirm for freedom. "Eccident," he growled as his arms wrapped around whatever parts of her body he could find, having a good feeling it was her hips he had. Of course, he couldn't be sure because of the stupid blindfold, but there was no chance to complain about that at the moment. "Is cold out todey, jyu reaty to be neked?" he chided, feeling like he was gaining enough control over the fight that he could begin taunting again.

His hands had indeed found her hips, making it hard for her to pull away. But she'd grimace, kicking her right foot back and aiming for his neck. She'd hit him in the face, but she figured that was hard as stone. "Opps. Sorry." Like him, she couldn't be counted to truely be sorry for that. But in her eyes, he'd broke the rules first. She just hoped the match didn't turn into a slugfest. It was the last thing she needed against someone like him.

Not caring about her skirt, she'd pull away, letting him take that in his hands rather than keep ahold of her. She didn't mind not having her skirt on. She planned on beating him anyway.

As she tore out of his grip, he alternated holding tightly with one hand and grasping for more of her with the other. If he lost her... no... he lost her, and now he did not know where she was at. Her skirt was kept captive, though he crawled in the last direction he felt her moving, trying to catch hope, reaching and hoping for an ankle. Once again, his blindfold had been his downfall.

Tali would be getting to her feet when she felt a hand grab hold of her left ankle. Still a bit winded from the slam, she tried to pull herself free of his grasp. But he still proved as strong as she thought, and she'd come crashing down onto her chest, once more having the air knocked out of her. The match really wasn't going her way at all.