Investigating a call (challange closed answered by Tanosh)

She gets a big smile as she sees you go down. Then feels the second kick get blocked but she doesn't react to it and just follows through with the third. Suddenly she curses as her leg is grabbed and she is pulled forward along with you. Quickly thinking off something she decides to slide her other leg towards the direction off her other leg and by this way kick your shin.
"There you thought I was going to do a split guess again" she yells out as she then follows by kicking your hands to get them off her leg.

His grip on her remained as steel as he pulled her backwards and into the hallway. "Shut up," he growled as his hands twisted her leg with enough force to dislocate a joint, either at her knee, hip, or ankle, depending on how she struggled to get free. This would likely either deflect or redirect her shin kick enough to save him from it. Further, without any feet on the floor, there was no way for her upperbody to maintain a sort of standing position, so she'd be falling and without any source of power to fuel another attack. Either way, after the twist, he let go and took a step further back into the hallway.

Magnus was not one of the meek and cowering boys that had come to Sex Wars to get molested by women they couldn't otherwise get. A flighty opponent like this one would simply be worn down as they lacked the shear power and strategy required to break his defense. Soon, she would recognize this, and for all the damage he's laid into her, he himself has only sustained seemingly minor wounds. She would recognize the inevitable, that there was no way for her to win this fight. Taking another few steps to make sure a solid two meters were maintained between them he opened his mouth again. "I'm going to enjoy using your mouth," and with that he grabbed his crotch so she would have an idea of what he planned on doing to her after she was beaten.

Faith lets out a loud yell as you start to twist my ankle. Suddenly once again she feels you let go. Before getting up she feels her ankle but it doesn't seem to be really damaged so she decides to get up. Seeing you make the movements she shakes her head.
"Oh please, you really think that is gonna happen well I am not giving up!" she yells out and decides to move forward.
Beginning to run she fakes a punch at your face only to go past you at the last second. This gave her the chance to put her foot on the wall and send her flying into the air as she sets off. She went flying right at you with a punch to your jaw while her knee was aimed forward right at your lower ribs.

The spear always drives forward. Words of wisdom from one of his old teachers. Rather than standing still and accepting the initial punch (fake or not), he stepped into it, raising his right and left arms to great it. One hit a lovely pressure point about midway between the elbow and wrist, a pressure point that by itself caused no pain, except that the other arm hit about a quarter of the way down from shoulder to elbow. This pressure point caused a reflex in nearly all humans, to twist the body away from where the punch was initially going. Since these two arms turned from blocks into grabs, she'd twist out of whack. Now there was no denying the rest of her body would continue through the motions of stepping on the wall, and bringing her knee up, but all connection between mind and body was momentarily lost, and her lower body would simply continue with its last command. Her knee hit his stomach, but he was much closer than he should of been, which meant it hit long before its prime point and gave him minimal damage.

He stepped his back leg through where she had would have been if she hadn't pounced off the wall, so as to get behind her in her moment of confusion, and guide her to the ground with the arm he now owned. And yes, with both hands on her arm, it would not take him long to lock her joints and threaten a snap just after she collided face first into the ground. People always think that flight makes might, but this plainly was not true. Grounded techniques always packed more power and control, and while high flying styles like this gymnast's made for beautiful cinema, they were all but ineffective against a well trained combatant.

Faith yelled very loud in surprise getting frustrated that this guy seemed to be one step ahead off her. Feeling you grab her arm and twist it. She reacted on reflex rather then actually thinking it through but it wasn't long that she was confused and decided to turn it right here as you tried to get me down to the ground. She turned and twisted her whole body to turn the situation around and kick you on the shin from close range that you couldn't have avoided it. She followed up by twisting the arm she was still holding and then used her leg to sweep yours while she was holding your arm. This should sound you falling to the ground which she would use to her advantage and get on top off you sending several punches to your face

As he guided her downwards, he moved to try and keep her on her stomach, but obviously this failed. First clue that this failed was that her kick collided with his shin. Strange thing hitting shins: bone on bone collisions was murderous pain to both parties involved. This was made very apparent as he howled from getting kicked in the shin. His leg was not swept, as she was still on the ground and had little in the way of grounding strength to manage such a task as to move his leg that supported half of his 200lb weight, more now that he was favoring the leg that got kicked in the shin. He did come downwards as she had wanted, but instead of falling on his side, he maintained a grip on her arm, the dominant position, and dropped his left knee inward to catch her in the soft stomach. She may have been facing upwards, but that didn't mean he would give up his advantage of keeping both feet on the ground. If his knee successfully landed, he would then shift more the three quarters of his weight to his left leg. Of course, how could he miss since he held her very still with the arm he still grappled with (though she was now grappling against his arm, twisting, but again she didn't have the more advantageous position or stance).

Faith was furious by now and decided to do anything she could to get free. Suddenly she grunts as the knee hit her stomach.
"Oh this isn't over not by a long shot" she says and uses her free hand that grabbed her stomach and sent it right forward to connect with your jaw. After this she would once again twist only this time she would twist her entire body and took over control off your arm. Quickly she twisted it and then send a hard elbow to your elbow and then once again trying to use it to drive you to your knees

The errant fist caught his jaw and snapped his mouth shut. Even she could hear the pop as his upper molars collided with the lower ones. His head turned and for a moment it seemed like he was going to release her. But the moment was fleeting and instead he redoubled his grip, bending his elbows for leverage over her body. As she threw her free elbow into the attack, he grunted and simply soaked the damage. The arm ached as it became her focal point, and while he knew he could win in a war of attrition at this point by constantly counter twisting own arm, he knew that for the next week his arm would ache.

So, as a long term planning decision, he began to rise, still not letting go of her arm. Both wrestled for control back and forth, but ultimately she was kept on her back under him. Once about a foot up, he would drop again, slamming his knee right back into her stomach.

She kept fighting and struggeling. Her confidence started to grow once she knew the punch and the elbow had hit there targets. Eventhough she was still trapped giving up wasn't part off her plan. However she is caught off gaurd by the sudden elbow that connects with her stomach. Faith coughs and grits her teeth but decides once again to slam her head forward to make contact with your nose. After that she quickly used her legs to slide them in between us and then used them to push with all her strength to try and throw you off hard.

The elbow went awry, as she was simply held to far away from him for the boney joint to catch anything above his own elbow... Which she did manage to strike again. Finally, his grip loosened from the pain enough that she could get her feet between them. The kick was more of a shove, which he contested by flexing his abdomen, hardening the muscles there to resist the pain as he tried to hold onto her arm. She would find the pain excruciating, but he eventually was pushed back onto his feet.

Not wanting to rejoin a grapple he backed off a lot, stretching his left arm to work out the ache.