PKA: Fitness Course (Vy vs Matt)

My opponent hits the ground with a tud and even the surface I lay on has become warm to our touch. The air seems to be so hot by now that it"s hard to breathe. I"m panting because I'm having a hard time adjusting to the sudden onset of heat.

Vy doesn"t seem shy of physical contact either as she flings herself on top of me with a witty remark. If she was any other girl this could easily lead to something competely different but I don"t fancy her pressing herself against my length to hold me down at all. Her weight is clearly not enough to keep me down either.
So I reach for her left wrist that she's got her weight on and wrap my fingers around it as tight as I can before yanking it out under her. For a moment our chests connect.
Then I grab her collar from behind and loop my leg through my own arm. With the leverage of my leg I push back hard and easily pull her off me.
Then I roll over to use the moment.
Our fight is clearly a level lower now. No need to get up.
My hand never leaves her wrist that is now painfully twisted behind her back.

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5187 -- Gash/Bruised Left Wrist -- 3.0 damage
(Unarmed)

My damage 11200+5000

With the heat blasting in our faces, sweat dropping from everz pore and that broekn knee Vz really doesnät seem to stand a chance anymore.
I hold her twisted arm behind her back feeling her skin twist against my fingers. It would be so easy to pull up and twist a little more against the barrier of her joint. Nobody would be able to figure out that I didn't accidentally dislocate her elbow like she did to Kyanite. I might even get her out of the program this way. My fingers are twitching with the urge to hurt her.
Yet I don't.
Vy's struggling hard to get away from me and tries to throw an elbow in my face but I block it with my free, now weaker arm. Who wouldn't see this coming? Elbow or head knocked back...a classic.
I grab that arm as well and with one swift motion knock it hard against the corner of the elevated dojo floor just near the screen. Both of her hands must be close to unusable.
The screens and vents in the floor let out so much heat in this spot that I have to draw our hands back so we don"t get burnt.
This is the craziest set up I've ever seen. If this is day one it makes me wonder what comes next. I definetly don"t plan to go home now.

"You do fight like a little girl" I whisper on her ear while still holding her in place.


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5185 -- Bruised Right Arm -- 2.0 damage

My points 11
(Unarmed)200+5000

I can tell that my words are making her crazy. She's struggling so hard against my grip now that I'm worried she might pop her own elbow out. Oh well, not my fault if she's a little wild cat.
Somehow her sweaty slips out of my grip, I bring my arm up in case she wants to elbow my face again but instead it lands right in my ribs knocking the wind out of me. Whatever air was left in there just evaporated with a tud. This one hurt like a bitch making me want to let go of her arm and clutch my ribs but I resist the urge and just groan instead, jerking hard on her left arm.

I swing again trying to hit her in the shoulder this time but she slips from my grip and stumbles away from me so my fist hits nothing but air. Great!
At least this gives me a second to figure out whether she broke a rib and I cna breath normally.
Despite the burning hot air, that makes small droplets of sweat run into my eyes, everything seems to be fine.
I don't recall ever fighting like this. No severe hits are being dealt out, no weapons used. It's mostly shove and push with the odd half assed punch. Is it due to the heat?

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5180 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
(Unarmed)
My points 14200+5000

This fight is making me more and more frustrated. I can't believe that I can't get any better hits in on this girl. Heck I fought much bigger and tougher guys in the pregames.
The frustration combined with the heat quickly turns into violence. After all this is a sparring match not a Kindergarten party.

Vy's face is bright red and sweaty by now but she seems to be just as frustrated as I am and resorts to using her elbow that she's also used against Kyanite, as a weapon and against my foot.
It gets smashed right on the front of my foot with as much force as she manages. I'd be lying if I'd say I don't feel that. The pain spreads like lightning and makes me grimace.
It's the other foot than the one that's already got a bloody shin, that's soaking my sock.
"Bitch." I mutter under my breath so only she and I can hear it.

The pain only fuels my anger though. Little did she know that pissing me off will unleash the beast in me when it comes to a fight.

Gloves are off so I don't hold back one little bit when I haul off and kick her as hard in the knee as I can while standing on my throbbing foot.
The kick even hurst my own foot through the boot. I can only imagine what it feels like for her.

Before she can clutch her knee or kick back I tackle her once again and throw her back on the ground to keep her in place below me. I don't give a damn if she's hurting like hell now. She deserved every second of pain for what she did to Kyanite.
Unfair move? Sure. Satisfactory? So much.

"Mission accomplished." I whisper in her ear leaving it open what exactly my mission was.

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5193 -- Broken Right Knee -- 7.0 damage (no break due to rules)
(Unarmed)

my points 16200+5000

Simply another grin spreads across Vy's face as once again the label bitch is given to her. This time it's a lot easier with only an elbow to his foot instead of an entire broken bone. A sort of chuckle yet cough for air faintly escapes at the idea of how pathetic it feels to have this guy craving such revenge because of something he only witnessed. Clearly he doesn't know the full story of Kyanite has yet to pass on the message they have a sort of agreement. Maybe they haven't seen each other since then, which doesn't even make it more understandable. This guy's clearly out for blood though because his next attack goes straight towards her hardly healed knee once again.

Pain, lots and lots of pain shoots in every which direction from her knee. A sort of rumbled yelp forces it's way out even with as much effort as she's putting towards silencing any signs of pain. It's impossible not to though. The kick Matthew managed in the same spot earlier feels like air compared to now, and Vy's certain it feels as if it's throbbing even more then the original break. I didn't mean to, he claimed at the first kick that's weak after this one. That's clearly all a giant lie as this time he doesn't even allow Vy a second to coax her knee before he jumps right on top of her to pin her down again. Now it's nearly half of her right leg that is screaming like a toddler demanding attention.

"Mission accomplished." The whisper brings a shiver down her back as if spreading the disappointment. She couldn't of lost, not to him. There's such regret towards wanting to seem as cocky as the guys by changing along with them to show her lack of being intimidated. It was only helpful towards Matthew by being reminded of the broken knee that weakens her currently. She tries to remind herself he probably would of found out some other way, but the anger does fade for a second. Of course there was hope that not even a wounded knee could make her weak, it did though. And now who knows what damages it holds.

"Congrats." Vy replies in a hushed voice just before they're told to stop. With all of the pain consuming her from that one little spot, there was no point in even trying to pull herself free again. Cause more discomfort, maybe twist something else around her knee, great idea. And even if she did manage that, getting a better hit then Matthew just got? So fine, he does win. "Wanna get off me now?" She mumbles after it's clearly called off and the room begins changing back to normal.

Numbers are spat off between the two higher ranks who appeared to not even of broken a sweat during the whole thing. Vy doesn't even bother trying to figure them out, as she concentrates all of her energy on keeping her face cold just to hide away any traces off pain. To be honest she's pretty sure her knee's kill her more then it was during the initial break, or maybe the first fight just held plenty of people to distract her. With the room nor appearing like a normal training or sparing room, and only them four occupying the entire area, the adrenalin is fading and quickly. The final scores are finally given off, and of course the winner gets a number higher. What truly pisses Vy off is the tone of voice her three's given in. It takes all that she has to refrain from shooting any nasty looks. Now getting kicked out will just be the cherry on top for Matthew certainly. As if she's willing to give any more satisfactions.

There's nothing new about getting a bone broken, nor having them messed with while they're still in the process of healing. An immunity to the pain, or maybe every break hurts less then the last, doesn't happen though. In all truth Vy's simply managed to cover it up better each time. Forcing an angry or blank expression instead of a harmed one has become one of her talents. After the few bangs in the hospital, and these two kicks she's nearly positive her knee's going to be permanently broken, forever in this pathetic brace. Maybe if she'd suck it up and get an actual cast, or use a crutch for longer then a weak. But no, keeping her image is more important.

So she doesn't bother to stumble up to her feet. Waiting until everyone leaves and hoping her way out sounds perfect. Possibly she'll be lucky enough to be handed a crutch. The most surprising thing occurs when Matthew comes over to offer Vy a hand. It takes her a second before she realizes he's only putting an act on for the higher ranks though. Either that or he's bipolar. Judging by his greeting when she entered the dorm it's all an act. Well two can play at that game. As much as she hates the idea of getting help from him she actually takes it. At least there's a little benefit of getting to the nurse's faster, even if he does leave her as soon as the exit the room.

"Thanks." Vy pulls out relatively kindly, though it's through gritted teeth as to hold in the pain still pulsing through her right leg. Despite how difficult it is to even think off accepting help, she's unable to deny the gratitude towards not having weight on her now screwed knee.

"Good thing I'm not a real girl." Vy comments back in a soft voice just going by Matthew's lead of whispering this sarcasm around commando. A small laugh follows her words. Well at least he agrees that she's not a real girl. And of course all of those stories she's read to Brooklyn has now intertwined with her brain, and she's unable to not think of that stupid puppet desiring to be a real boy. Or maybe the light giggles and distracting thoughts are nicely helping with the pain. Either way she'd rather stumble out of the room then be carried by Matthew. Hell, losing to him in front of all of the cadets would be less embarrassing.

As if Matthew & Vy were only professionally sparing, he kindly offers where she would like to go while helping support half of her weight. Of course he adds in going straight to the hospital. As if you can get rid of me that easily, she thinks and keeps to herself. Lets see if they get out of the room without him leaving before requesting where they go.

The prediction of being ditched once outside the door is spot on, along with the knowledge that all of this anger is over the underground fight Matthew wasn't even in. He mentions he cheap shot as he releases her to lean against the wall. "I could say the same about your last kick." Vy mutters because she has no energy or care to protest with him any further. So he hates her, there's nothing to do about that. "I made nice with with your friend Kyanite." She lets out a slight chuckle as she shakes her head. "But hey, I'm glad you got your payback. Revenge feels sweet, huh?" A cocky grin plays on her lips as if to brag that she's still not phased by him.