< affairs. "

She went about as far as she could before her legs gave up on her , now just holding onto the other for support.

" I figured it would be -
Nngh , better to take care of any potential threats before they become a problem. "

Wincing and whimpering , her head bobs down tiredly.

She wasn't in a position to be shaking off help.
Especially when she was seeing triple of everything , hardly able to move and yet still forcing herself to try going forward.

" I w - was picking fights with people I presumed to be vigilantes because I didn't want any meddling in my >

< onto hands and knees , then starts trying to get up to her feet to walk it off.

Only to crumple and collapse a few steps in.

The hospital may have to comply with authorities , which would make things messy.
She's not getting locked away again. . .
That can't be an option.

" D - damn it all. "

She curls up more and hugs herself with one arm , the other holds and rubs at her head.
Legs felt pretty bad too.

" A - ah , ow -- "

Being asked if she needed a hospital , she perked up and shook her head as if suddenly afraid.

" God no! Not the hospital! "

The injured woman forces herself >

< side of the puddle of viscous.

" . . . . . . "

Part of her wanted to start crying in pain but her body was physically too tired to.
Can't even crawl away.

All she can do is hope the world stops spinning and that her opponent doesn't decide to go further and kill her.

< virtually limp there in a heap.

Weakly , her arm shifts up to push the broken helmet off her face so that she doesn't puke in it.

Motion sickness caused by being thrown about is a bitch.
Far too dizzy to do anything other than get the helmet off , vomit , then collapse back to the other >

Being played with like a toy.

This quite sucked.

She found herself tossed about and pulled , then yelping once she was yanked down helplessly to drop onto the hard ground below.

The front of her helmet cracks at the collision , chest and legs crashing horribly against the pavement as she goes >

the face beneath the mask ;

< right up so that all she can do is writhe in the air.

" Aah!!! Put me DOWWN !!! "

This was going horrible for her to say in the least.

She found herself flying into the ground again , rolling to nurse her midsection almost to a point of holding back vomit.

Oh and she's teasing about it too , huh?

Cocky bitch.

She was about to roll onto her hands and knees when those arms shot out to grab her again , lifting her >

[ I like this bracket method of OOC, feels like I can slip fourth wall shit into RPs this way without it being too distracting. ]

< in a manner that prevented escape , she'd find her opponent's feet closing too rapidly to avoid them being planted into her stomach. . .

" O - ooofff !!
Hhhng. . . "

Ouch.

She was pretty confident in her plan , until both arms shot out at lightning speed past her -
Leaving her stunned and confused as to what the goal here was.

The hug direction seemed somewhat plausible even for a moment there.

" What are you -- ?! "

Trapped between the other's arms >

< spring - loaded punch once again. . .there's a last ditch plan in mind to try and get the upper hand in this match.

< footing again before slumping down onto a knee.

Only for a moment though , as she would eventually get back to both feet.

" . . . . . "

Beginning to approach again with clenched fists , tense and clearly riding adrenaline now.

She was actually hoping the other girl would attempt a >

Letting out a surprised grunt when her arm is gripped tight to the point of pain , she finds the other kicking up onto her torso and slamming into it to send her rapidly coursing backwards.

" Augh! F-fuck! "

She found more blood rushing to her mouth while she stumbled , shakily trying to gain >

< piston against her stomach.

" You're p - pissin' me off. "

She said shakily , clearly rattled from the blow to her head.

An unexpected blow to anyone's head would be pretty damaging , no matter how experienced one is.

Her head snaps down and she groans , wobbling in place.
Seeing double but still up close , she took note of the other's supposedly weak midsection and reeled a fist back only to slam it like a >

< let that create distance.

Nor go unpunished.

She swings her arms down to wrap behind the spring - fisted fighter's neck , yanking her down to absolutely ram her knee as hard into the shorter girl's gut as she possibly could.

There was metal plating from the boot covering it for extra damage. ~

Her eyes narrowed into daggers , clearly frustrated by the preparedness that went into the other girl's armor.

" Rrgh. . . "

Her frustrated growl would be followed by a punch to her mouth , that most certainly left it bleeding and her face twisted in pain.
Grabbing her mouth , she refused to >

< palm right to her foe's chest plate.

If this goes right , there will be a Shockwave ripping throughout that metallic conductor of a suit.

" Try not to fry , will you? ~ "

Her solution to this is to twist and bounce as meticulously sideways as fast as possible , letting out a gasp at the spring arm plunging towards her initial position.

Was that metal? ~

Goblin's gloves illuminated with electrical currents before she closed the distance and maneuvered to put her >

" I'm terrified. "

Snickering with a surprising closing of the distance between them , she throws a pretty lightning quick sucker punch at the other's face.

"Let's see how long it takes to break you. "

" Nothing.

. . .

Good enough of a reason for me. "

🫵

" How about I bust your nose? "

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿

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" . . . . . "

She's back to break some noses.

Not dead , just low muse.