Lethe Cherry vs Duffy Macbain

Duffy grinned when Lethe roused. She still remained seated while Lethe spoke. "Nae, lassie. Judges scored th' round 8 ta 10 me onna count a th' knockdown. Sorry A had ta be rough on ye though. One or two brass kisses ta me dob an we'd be tradin place, aye."

She then stood up and cracked her knuckles. "Now we can have a right proper go. I know yer 'ard but A'm itchin fer a real proper donnybrook." She bounce on her heels. "Whenye got yer wits about ye, come on then."

Lethe narrowed her eyes as she picked herself back up to her feet. "I'm fighting a complete moron.." She grumbled to herself while she slowly stands back up.

Duffy stepped forward. "Ye guid wit best two a three knockouts? Well just call that one th ol weapons round, aye?" She said with a grin. "Dobs only but lets get pig shite rough. A'm lookin fer some real fun. Unless bein behind is makin ye pisser?"

"No." She replied calmly. "The first fight is still on. No bell has been called, no end has been signalled." She explained, and then suddenly darted at her fast, and tried to slam her hard in the sternum. She would make this woman regret taking her lightly.

Duffy sighed at Lethe's words. "bugger little cunt." She mumbled. She hadn't been taking Lethe lightly at all. She wanted to see the girl's real strength in a good ol fashioned slobberknocker. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to react fast enough and gasped as her sternum was slammed. She was forcedback, stumbling and put up her guard, ready to try and block a new attack.

Lethe followed after Duffy as she staggered back, trying to reach up for Duffy's hair with one hand, and would try to yank her down hard and slam her face into her knee, keeping one arm free in case she tried to attack during that time.

"Geh!" Duffy said as Lethe reached for her hair. She would try and bat her hand away with one hand while throwing a jab with her other. If she wanted to grabe Duffy's locks, Lethe would have to work a bit harder than that.

Lethe stepped back when she wasn't able to reach her hair, and then tried to reach up to grab at her fist when Duffy threw her jab. She would try to pull her off balance from that, yanking hard on her arm, and if Duffy fell to her front from the yank, she would hold Duffy's arm up, and would try to stomp down on her arm while holding it at an angle, looking to try and fracture the bone in her arm, if not, break it!

Duffy's eyes widened as her jab was grabbed and she was pulled. She stumbled forward and fell to the ground but still being held by the arm She tried to pull away but Lethe's boot stomped down hard on her. It felt like her arm might be breaking. "Nghaaahhh" SShe cried out and balled her fist. "Cunt!" She barked and threw her other hand out to aim a punch at Lethe's womanhood.

Lethe glared down at her opponent, feeling bone crack beneath her boot. She was about to go for another stomp when her attack was suddenly cut short by the upper into her sex! Her devilish red eyes lit up like christmas tree lights, and she let go of Duffy's arm. She could feel the pain, it burned fiercely between her legs, but all that came out of her were a few suppressed grunts of pain before she went down to one knee, resisting the urge to cup herself between her legs, despite her body screaming at her to. "Gk.... kh....."