Investigating a call (challange closed answered by Tanosh)

Faith laughs very pleased that she was able to caught you off gaurd and get you down to the ground. She then tries to turn only to feel a hand grab her head.
"Hey what let go" she yelled and moved her hands to the hand on her head trying to get it off. As she struggels and fights she is suddenly is put over your knee.
"what are you doing?" she lets out as she tries to roll off your knee and to the ground

The other hand went to her hind as the hand on her head forced her face to the carpet. The fingers on her rump grabbed the fabric there to keep Faith from rolling away. Pity she wasn't wearing a skirt as he would have flashed her panties to one of the many night vision cameras recording their fight.

Regardless, he spanked her bottom for as long as he could maintain her across his knee.

She struggels and curses as she can't seem to roll off your knee. Suddenly she feels your hand hitting her ass. This got her real angry at the humiliation off being spanked during a match. Faith decides to make a fist with her hand and aimed right for your tight. Then she repeated the punch at the same place several times while her other hand grabbed some off lifted the leg off your trousers and uses her fingers to grab some off your skin and twisted, pulling hard even willing to pull the skin off iff you didn't let go soon.

Each spank was not in itself intense, but the repetition would change a kindling to an inferno upon her rump. Her resultant stuggling was a nuisance, particularly when she decided clawing his flesh was an acceptable form of attack. "Stop that!" He growled as the next spank turned into a downward punch and its target shifted to her exposed right kidney. He hoped it would distract her just enough so that he could stand (and thus roll her off his knee) and retreat far enough away to give her room to stand.

Either way, a small wound formed on his leg that began to leak red blood, "you want the gloves to come off then?"

She grunts as she feels the punch on her kidney and then yelps as she gets thrown off your knee in surprise. Quickly she decides to get up and lifts her arms holding her hands in fists.
"Yeah lets get this fight started for real you whimp," she says and grins as she then runs forward and then rolls at the last moment. As she finishes her roll she came out right infront off you and sent an uppercut up right between your legs.
"Lets see how high you can scream"

"You fool!" He growled as she charged and rolled in again. He felt like he had an eternity and a year to choose a counter attack, maybe consider the pros and cons of a nice brute champagne, even think of a new decor for his London flat. As she dropped into the tumble he side stepped into the wall. As she rolled to where he was, he lifted his right boot... Something she couldn't possibly see as mid roll there was no way her eyes could have remained on him. As she got into the crouch to deliver her uppercut, his boot was thrusted out and downward into the center of her mass. He dropped his whole body weight and strength into the kick. It even twisted to his left so that his thrusting leg could have full extension into and through her body. There were snap kicks and thrust kicks. The former was intended to be quick, distracting, and stunning. The later was a bit slower, but devastating on connection. It had the capability of shattering bone and organ alike. This was the later of these two types of kicks.

Of course, the collision of impact would send her into (and maybe through) the wall to her left long before she would be in danger of breaking her bones as the crushing force of his leg was transfered into kinetic energy... Which would then transfer into a second collision with the wall.

Thinking she was doing a good thing she quickly completed her roll only to hit by your kick. This sent her flying back and she connected with the wall making it crumble behind her and send her falling into the room. She lets out a few coughs from the dust that came free. Faith lifted her head up and looked forward to see what your position was right now. Slowly she crawled back a little and rubbed her back.
"This isn't over yet. I have still got a few tricks up my sleeves"

Looking around she decided to lift herself up by a bookcase that was standing near the opening off the wall.
"Come on what are you waiting for"

Twenty-four inch studs... Not really up to building code, but useful for the effect of sending people through walls. Also, a damn sexy name for a troupe of male pornstars. He didn't drop to hands and knees to follow through the hole to get to his victim, but instead opted for the door. The room she fell into was his.

"I'm waiting for you to stop acting like a gymnast amd start acting like a fighter." He responded as the door was shut behind him. His room was filled with shelves filled with books. His bed was simple and against the sole window in the room. There was a desk with a computer on it.

As she had just lifted herself up she forced herself to focus and listened very carelfully. It was not long untill she heard you come closer. Faith got close to the door and then as you opened and stepped inside she decided to take advantage and sent a kick to your lower leg and then sent a higher one to you back. Finally she spun her body around and sent a kick right at your chest which should leave you catching your breath for a second.
"Like my combo you bastard."

The kick to his leg caused it to slide back against the carpet, his body tensing as he brought up his arm to block the next leg, catching it with his bicep rather than letting it hit his back. Of course it still stung, but he wasn't about to slow down just because of it. The final kick of hers to his chest caught him in the chest, knocking him backward, but it was not without retribution. Both hands reached out as he stepped backwards and went to grab the ankle of her extended foot. Through the door he would drag her into a split, and she couldn't just jump spun kick him in the face (highly likely with this gymnast of an opponent) since the spin would be caught by the door he was dragging her through.

If she was on the path to doing a split by the time he was back in the hallway, he would stomp his left boot into the ground and bring his right foot up into a side snap kick to her spread loin. The pain in his left foot from her kicks was intense, and to counter it, he let out a roar.