The combatants feel each other out

Valerie and Anya circled each other as they closed the distance between them, each wanting desperately to win but neither willing to be reckless and make a mistake.

Valerie tried to put away the memories of her humiliating defeat at the hands of her opponent the last time they met. You were naked and surrounded when it happened, she told herself. This time, it will be different.

Anya had a confident grin on her face. She unsheathed a knife, her grin widening when she saw the look of alarm on Valerie's face. "You're mine.", she said, lunging towards her opponent.

Valerie sidestepped the swipe, but the movement caused the vibrator inside her to, well, vibrate. She lost her footing for a split second, her face turning pained as she quickly steadied herself, taking a step back.

"What's the matter?", taunted Anya. "Giving up already?"

Valerie steeled herself. She readied herself as Anya advanced upon her again. She dodged another swipe - barely this time - and threw a sharp jab which hit her opponent square in the side of her stomach. Anya let out a small wheeze as she stepped back, dropping to one knee as she recovered from the blow.

"Giving up already?", Valerie taunted back.

"You may want to look down before you try to be clever.", Anya sneered. "I didn't lose that exchange."

Valerie felt a rush of air near her chest, and glanced down. To her shock, she saw that the swipe she had dodged had managed to connect - not with her skin, but with her suit. A large tear had opened across her chest, right under her boobs. She grimaced, resisting the urge to cover herself as she put her hands in a fighting stance.

"Typical Valerie.", taunted Anya. "No underwear, ripped suit. It's like you want to be naked - don't worry, I'll grant your wish.", Anya finished, advancing upon her.

"You're one to talk.", Valerie snarled. "With your fetish outfit. You look like the test subject of your boss' serum."

Her words seemed to strike a nerve with Anya. She screamed in anger and lunged at Valerie, who had to frantically fend off a few blows before she was able to put some distance between herself and her enemy.

"DON'T. YOU. DARE.", Anya seethed. "You have no idea the humiliation I've had to face because of your little escape. I wear this because it's the only thing I'm allowed to, while you strut around like a slut because you can."

"And you think that makes you better?", replied Valerie angrily. "I'm not the one who betrayed my friends! I'd rather never wear clothes again than be what you've become."

Anya screamed in rage, running towards Valerie - who was counting on it. She confidently sidestepped her opponent, knocking the blade out of her hands with an expertly timed kick. The knife skidded to the edge of the room, under a low table.

Anya growled in frustration, pouncing upon Valerie like a deranged animal. She fended off the blows initially, looking for an opening, but Anya was in a frenzy. She overwhelmed Valerie, tackling her to the ground and sitting directly on top of her. She landed a solid blow directly below Valerie's chin, dazing her and causing her vision to blur for a moment.

In a fit of rage, Anya began grabbing fistfuls of Valerie's suit and tearing it with only her hands. Valerie tried to struggle with unconsciousness as she realized she needed to do something fast - or else, it would all be over for her.