Dodge!

You have no idea of the where or when with these "Gale Winds", so you ready yourself to deal with them wherever they come from.

Unfortunately for you, this was quite an underestimation of Janna's capabilities, as the Gale Winds erupt across the entire ring! The wind spirit's form is divine, her hands causing the ring to creak and bend due to the pressure of the current.

You're immediately thrown into the air, caught by some controlled currents. Janna rises to your height, as you are suspended at least a dozen feet in the air.

She floats towards you, a hand resting at your chin, "The little rookie was far too unprepared for the hurricane."

Her other hand brushes against your concealed cock, "Now, let's see how I'll play with you..."

Janna takes off the hand resting on your chin, and thrusts it downwards. The winds around you pull downwards, and you immediately start careening towards the canvas. Having no time or chance to stop your inevitable demise, you brace for impact in what few ways you can.

You slam into the canvas, and somehow remain conscious. While you lay on your back, you can see the bottom half of Janna step back onto the canvas, just a few inches from you. You feel a slight poke from her, likely her foot nudging you, almost as if she's checking if you're alive.

You can barely hear the wind spirit, "And the rookie has fallen to their queen. But there never was another outcome, was there?"

You feel a soft mass press against your face, Janna's foot, as she poses above you. She puts a single arm in a flex, her lean figure showing the small amount of musculature that dominated you in this match.

The fateful count comes, Janna's sultry voice on full display:

"1..."

"...2..."

"... and 3!"