Fight! (but lose)

Kitten decided to fight off the Hunter before moving on but before she could act first Francesca had braced herself and reeled in the Hunted. Gritting her teeth as she was dragged to the feet of the Hunter Kitten closed her right hand into a fist to arm her electric cestus. Placing her left hand on the nearest table for leverage she surged to her feet and took a swing at Francesca’s stomach, it didn’t have to be hard it just had to make contact.

But the tall blonde moved like lightning dodging to the side she grabbed Kitten’s wrist and slammed it down of the table, on top of her other hand. The young Hunted just stared in horrified shock as her mag bracelets snapped together, Francesca took the opportunity to pull her upright and into a ferocious kiss. A muffled shriek was all she could manage as the Hunter’s tongue invaded her mouth accompanied by a strong chemical taste that made her feel light headed.

Releasing her captive from the kiss Francesca draped her face down across the table and pinned her hands to it with another shot from her grapple launcher. Only now that she was immobilised and at the mercy of Mysterious Francesca did Kitten snap out of her stunned inaction.

While the Hunter stepped back to admire her handywork Kitten maneuvered her legs under herself to try and push upwards and **** her bindings loose. But the Game was over, she had been caught and it was time to pay the price of losing with the stakes this high, which was something Jennifer knew as well.

“I’m so sorry Kitten, I should have spotted her sooner, the tracer just updated and she was right there and …”

“It’s OK Jen, really, i’ll cope.” She cut in with a resigned whisper, her friend sounded pretty distraught, but calmer when she next spoke.

“Alright, stay strong, i’ll be there to pick you up when it’s over.”