she swings her legs over the side of the bed, and twisting her arms from side to side to stretch. pins her hair back in place, and steps toward Nero on a long arc to circle her, head tilted to look her over from head to toe. ]
...you know I don't like to fight, but that's, ah, a motivating challenge, isn't it.
[Nero steps away from the wall, rolls her shoulders and stretches her arms taut behind her - the robe parts just enough to give away the hint of shibari rope and lace underneath, as her joints crack.
She doesn't enter a stance, staying casual despite her intense aura. Awaiting challenge.]
[ hey first of all how the fuck is she supposed to focus when girl hot; she's being oppressed
fffffuck okay she's gotta win. she can do this. she closes the distance between the two of them, still circling Nero slowly like a dancer—
—and then lashes out, both-handed, attempting to both get a grapple hold and pin Nero against the back of a velvety couch, but—is that a hint of a smile on her face? ]
[Well, there's definitely a smile on Nero's face - one of dark thrill and fire.
Being smaller and faster, she ducks low as Shirke tries to pin her, wraps her arms around Shrike's midsection, hefts up-- throwing her over the couch's back and onto the plush seat on the other side.
If she doesn't get off the couch fast enough, then Nero's pouncing on top of her.]
[ she yelps at being tossed over the couch—that just doesn't usually happen to her??? but also, that's hot
while normally she'd be down for pounced on, she's got a distinct purpose here—she rolls off the couch sideways, landing on one knee and pushing off again to meet Nero head to head when she follows over the back of the couch, angling to reel her in by the shoulders. ]
[Shrike grabs her by the shoulders, but - there's no rule saying Nero couldn't make an attack on her clothes right back. Her hands dart out for Shrike's significantly longer kimono sleeves, Nero's right crossing to yank the right sleeve and the left in her left. She pulls the sleeves hard to twist Shrike's arms together and tangle them into a knot.
It's too hasty and too much loose fabric to make a real knot, but gosh wouldn't it be easier to wrestle without those fancy outer layers?]
[It's really very impressive how fast one can strip when motivated by Pure Thirst,
Nero reels back from the headbutt - luckily it didn't break her nose, since nasal bleeding might not be the height of seduction, but she's got a sizable bruise on her forehead now, and it dazes her just long enough for the dress to blanket her face.
She tears it off her with a growl, instinctively going low against a taller opponent - rolling to grab her by the legs.]
Shrike drops backwards onto the couch, scissoring her legs to try and free them from Nero's grip, and tries instead to get her legs around Nero's torso to pull her in. ]
I can think of some better places for you to grab—
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Re: 217 AFTERNOON
she swings her legs over the side of the bed, and twisting her arms from side to side to stretch. pins her hair back in place, and steps toward Nero on a long arc to circle her, head tilted to look her over from head to toe. ]
...you know I don't like to fight, but that's, ah, a motivating challenge, isn't it.
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
[Nero steps away from the wall, rolls her shoulders and stretches her arms taut behind her - the robe parts just enough to give away the hint of shibari rope and lace underneath, as her joints crack.
She doesn't enter a stance, staying casual despite her intense aura. Awaiting challenge.]
Now... show me just how motivated you are.
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
fffffuck okay she's gotta win. she can do this. she closes the distance between the two of them, still circling Nero slowly like a dancer—
—and then lashes out, both-handed, attempting to both get a grapple hold and pin Nero against the back of a velvety couch, but—is that a hint of a smile on her face? ]
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
Being smaller and faster, she ducks low as Shirke tries to pin her, wraps her arms around Shrike's midsection, hefts up-- throwing her over the couch's back and onto the plush seat on the other side.
If she doesn't get off the couch fast enough, then Nero's pouncing on top of her.]
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
while normally she'd be down for pounced on, she's got a distinct purpose here—she rolls off the couch sideways, landing on one knee and pushing off again to meet Nero head to head when she follows over the back of the couch, angling to reel her in by the shoulders. ]
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
It's too hasty and too much loose fabric to make a real knot, but gosh wouldn't it be easier to wrestle without those fancy outer layers?]
So close!
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
[ at which point she just reels back her head and headbutts Nero while in the process of untangling her sleeves from each other. ]
—get too cocky—
[ ...and uses any bought time to strip out of her dress with some impressive speed to throw it right at Nero's face. ]
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
Nero reels back from the headbutt - luckily it didn't break her nose, since nasal bleeding might not be the height of seduction, but she's got a sizable bruise on her forehead now, and it dazes her just long enough for the dress to blanket her face.
She tears it off her with a growl, instinctively going low against a taller opponent - rolling to grab her by the legs.]
Re: 217 AFTERNOON
Shrike drops backwards onto the couch, scissoring her legs to try and free them from Nero's grip, and tries instead to get her legs around Nero's torso to pull her in. ]
I can think of some better places for you to grab—