Badly

The sky begins to darken as clouds come in but the change of weather does little to change the battle. Miceal continues his advance, each step made with confidence and purpose of someone who has repeated the motion a countless amount of times as he maneuver into well practiced positions before delivering a powerful serious of punches into Fiona's guard. The sound of flesh hitting and hurting skin and bone echo on the field as Fiona's hands struggle to move into proper positions in time as they have to make a conscious effort of remembering where they should be. Fiona is **** backwards as she's only able to block roughly fifty percent of the time, the other blows connect with her body and on occasion her face. She lashes out, occasionally with a low kick or a hook but Miceal body moves fluid and instinctively out of the way of her attacks or into a defensive position to block them as he continues to press and push Fiona back.

It was like Jesse was watching a movie, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen his sister get pushed back like this much less by a guy that was the same size as him. Wait, there was something but he couldn't quite place it. Unable to grasp the idea he focuses back in on the fight or what was left of it.

Fiona coughs out blood as she stumbles backwards, blood dripping from her noise as she feels her right eye already swelling. Rage gripped at her heart as she felt her own powerlessness. She hadn't expected this nobody to be a season fighter but by god he was, she could tell from the way he move to the power of his hits that everything about this guy screamed of someone who practiced and trained regularly. Meanwhile Fiona herself only worked out and rarely practiced her martial arts against someone of equally or higher skill level, using it mainly to bully and beat up the school kids she didn't like. _My vision's getting blurry, _she thinks as Miceal gets in another blow to her face. She still hadn't even touched him yet. Circuits in her brain fired all over the place as her thoughts became jumbled, she looks like she's about to fall, she could hear the cat calling of the other kids and their cheers at her defeat. Can't lose, have to be strong, won't go down like THIS!

The consuming thought fires in her brain as she grinds her teeth so hard that they begin to bleed and slams her foot back onto the ground, forcing herself to stay conscious. The outcome of this fight might be obvious but she wasn't going to go down without getting in at least one hit. She charges at her enemy before her, abandoning her defense completely as she puts everything into this one attack. She stops just in front of him and spins her hips as she brings up her right leg for a roundhouse, her secret weapon. Sticking to low kicks and arms throughout the fight, subconsciously training her opponent not to look out for a high kick, a trick that had one her several competitions back during her competitive days. She'd bet it all on this.

Miceal's hands, no his whole body moves as if its acting on its own. His hands form a cross-guard blocking Fiona's kick with ease, his body spins while blocking as his own leg moves right past her open defenses before delivering a powerful kick directly to her spine. It all happens in the blink of an eye, Fiona's are wide open as it hits home for her how naive she had been to think that trick would work against someone of his level. Her legs immediately give out as she collapses to the ground. unable to continue. This fight was over, she had clearly lost. Panting, facing up to the sky she feels the first drops of rain fall onto her face as she hears her bitches cheer her defeat. Pathetic weaklings, they couldn't beat her themselves no matter what they tried so instead they ran to get someone stronger. It turned her stomach just thinking about how she might have to apoloARHGFL

Fiona's thoughts are interrupted as another kick sends her flying into the mud. She weakly looks up in surprise as she sees Miceal, calmly and uncaring, walking towards her. He delivers another kick to her stomach, indicting he has no intention of stopping as Fiona helplessly rolls away. _What the hell? Why is he still attacking? Shouldn't he be taking **** pics of me or doing other stuff to me now? _Fiona thinks weakly as Miceal picks her up roughly by her hair and punches her in the face. Fiona's pain senses had long sense turned off as her consciousness drifts from her body. Miceal's words echo in her mind for a moment, he said he was reality come to crash her porno. _Shit is this fucker really going to kill me? Am I really going to die here all because of what I did? _Part of Fiona wanted to scream that he was overacting, that she didn't deserve to die for what she did.

But looking back on all the damage she had caused and destruction in her wake, the honest part of her couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was in the right. What if this was how she deserved to end? She was feeling colder now and with that coldness came an undeniable overwhelming animistic fear, fear of the end. She was scared, so scared, she hadn't felt this scared since she was a little girl and had her first fight. It was raining that day too, she remember that the other bigger kids had gang up on her but at the last moment her father had come jumping in. God he had been so cool and awesome, her own personal superhero who tore into the bullies like a madman. Afterwards he had picked her up in his big arms and carried her home, nursed her back to health. _Dad's dead, you made sure of that. Now stop acting like a fucking schoolgirl and face your end strongly. _Part of her screams out as another blow hits her.