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  In a flash of golden light, Yang had completely taken the control of the bout. Stronger, faster, brushing off Cicilia's punches as if they were insect bites, Yang had become a MONSTER. Cicilia had made it to her feet... only to get a black glove CRASHING up under her jaw! Blood splashed out of the German's mouth as her head shot skyward, her eyes nearly blanking as she was THROWN on her back again! ...It was as if she weren't wearing gloves... Hell, it felt like she took the a BRICK and hid it behind the leather! ...But again, Cicilia would rise. She refused to lose. No... losing didn't EXIST to the Grey Wolf! Muscles burning? Her jaw possibly cracked, Yang's punches cutting DEEPER than nearly ANYTHING she'd ever felt...?

  ...Irrelevant. Pain was immaterial, Elfride had taught her that. So long as she could still stand, as long as she had energy left in her system, Cicilia WOULD. NOT. STAY. DOWN.

  ...And she paid for that. For at least a full minute did Cicilia endure the beating. It only ever took one or two serious strikes from the cat to knock the German off her feet and yet... every time Yang had thought that THIS was the last time, Cicilia rose to challenge her.

"What...?" The German smirked, coaxing Yang to come at her. "...Getting tired...? You don't get to walk away from... this."

"This is stupid." Yang spat, shaking her head. "You're beaten. Give up already. You're embarrassing yourself."

"What's embarrassing..." Cicilia spat back, literally. A glob of red hit the canvas near her boots. "...Is that stupid tunic you wear. You look ridiculous."

...Well, that got her going. Yang LUNGED for the German, only Cicilia's arms keeping the screeching cat from knocking her block off! Each of Yang's blows sent Cicilia reeling, even when they struck her guard! It was like some mammoth cat was batting her around, each swing like a massive paw slapping aside an arrogant pup! ...But with each swing, Yang would notice, it was getting harder and harder to move her opponent, as if she was getting heavier... sturdier... unlike the rag-doll she had been tossing about earlier. With a mighty uppercut, Yang's gold-clad-glove SLAMMED into Cicilia's guard, throwing the grey wolf against the ropes! Steam hissed off of Cicilia's skin where her forearms were struck, the skin scorched an enflamed pink. Yang stood over Cicilia like a disapproving sibling, cocking back her fist for one last climactic punch. CLEARLY she thought she had this won!

"...Sucker." Cicilia DUCKED under Yang's SWING and SLIPPED around behind her in one graceful step, red electricity starting to arch through her arms! Yang spun around awkwardly, stumbling over herself in an attempt to make the momentum from her failed swing turn her to face her quarry... Only to see a...

BAM!

The sound CRACKED through the arena like a cannon-shot as a sanguine-clad fist SMASHED across Yang's jaw! Red electricity arched through Cicilia's fist into the shape of a wolf's head, the wind ROARING through the blow as it were a howl from the animal! Yang CRASHED to the canvas like a sack of bricks, hitting the ground hard enough to cause the ring to rumble! Cicilia smirked, proud of her little deception... until her face contorted in a snarl of agony. Her arm... There was a reason why you NEVER put all of your power into a single blow. Aside from the fact that if it missed, it was a LOT of wasted energy, but if it hit... then physics would make sure you paid for it then, also.

"Damn..." Cicilia grunted, her punching arm pulsating visibly at her shoulder, veils bulging in protest up and down her muscles! "...That hurt..." She hissed and flexed her arm, suppressing the urge to scream as she FORCED the aching limb to begin the processes of healing. She wasn't going to let her muscles knot up... not while there was a chance Yang could get up from that blow!

...If she would get up from that blow.

"...How does it feel...?" Cicilia bellowed, enjoying her turn towering over the cat. "...Does it hurt, feeling all of those blows dealt RIGHT back to you...?"
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Cicilia belongs to me!
Yang belongs to Gexon

Ohxs outdid himself YET AGAIN with this piece! I love it soooo muuuuch!

Description
  In a flash of golden light, Yang had completely taken the control of the bout. Stronger, faster, brushing off Cicilia's punches as if they were insect bites, Yang had become a MONSTER. Cicilia had made it to her feet... only to get a black glove CRASHING up under her jaw! Blood splashed out of the German's mouth as her head shot skyward, her eyes nearly blanking as she was THROWN on her back again! ...It was as if she weren't wearing gloves... Hell, it felt like she took the a BRICK and hid it behind the leather! ...But again, Cicilia would rise. She refused to lose. No... losing didn't EXIST to the Grey Wolf! Muscles burning? Her jaw possibly cracked, Yang's punches cutting DEEPER than nearly ANYTHING she'd ever felt...?

  ...Irrelevant. Pain was immaterial, Elfride had taught her that. So long as she could still stand, as long as she had energy left in her system, Cicilia WOULD. NOT. STAY. DOWN.

  ...And she paid for that. For at least a full minute did Cicilia endure the beating. It only ever took one or two serious strikes from the cat to knock the German off her feet and yet... every time Yang had thought that THIS was the last time, Cicilia rose to challenge her.

"What...?" The German smirked, coaxing Yang to come at her. "...Getting tired...? You don't get to walk away from... this."

"This is stupid." Yang spat, shaking her head. "You're beaten. Give up already. You're embarrassing yourself."

"What's embarrassing..." Cicilia spat back, literally. A glob of red hit the canvas near her boots. "...Is that stupid tunic you wear. You look ridiculous."

...Well, that got her going. Yang LUNGED for the German, only Cicilia's arms keeping the screeching cat from knocking her block off! Each of Yang's blows sent Cicilia reeling, even when they struck her guard! It was like some mammoth cat was batting her around, each swing like a massive paw slapping aside an arrogant pup! ...But with each swing, Yang would notice, it was getting harder and harder to move her opponent, as if she was getting heavier... sturdier... unlike the rag-doll she had been tossing about earlier. With a mighty uppercut, Yang's gold-clad-glove SLAMMED into Cicilia's guard, throwing the grey wolf against the ropes! Steam hissed off of Cicilia's skin where her forearms were struck, the skin scorched an enflamed pink. Yang stood over Cicilia like a disapproving sibling, cocking back her fist for one last climactic punch. CLEARLY she thought she had this won!

"...Sucker." Cicilia DUCKED under Yang's SWING and SLIPPED around behind her in one graceful step, red electricity starting to arch through her arms! Yang spun around awkwardly, stumbling over herself in an attempt to make the momentum from her failed swing turn her to face her quarry... Only to see a...

BAM!

The sound CRACKED through the arena like a cannon-shot as a sanguine-clad fist SMASHED across Yang's jaw! Red electricity arched through Cicilia's fist into the shape of a wolf's head, the wind ROARING through the blow as it were a howl from the animal! Yang CRASHED to the canvas like a sack of bricks, hitting the ground hard enough to cause the ring to rumble! Cicilia smirked, proud of her little deception... until her face contorted in a snarl of agony. Her arm... There was a reason why you NEVER put all of your power into a single blow. Aside from the fact that if it missed, it was a LOT of wasted energy, but if it hit... then physics would make sure you paid for it then, also.

"Damn..." Cicilia grunted, her punching arm pulsating visibly at her shoulder, veils bulging in protest up and down her muscles! "...That hurt..." She hissed and flexed her arm, suppressing the urge to scream as she FORCED the aching limb to begin the processes of healing. She wasn't going to let her muscles knot up... not while there was a chance Yang could get up from that blow!

...If she would get up from that blow.

"...How does it feel...?" Cicilia bellowed, enjoying her turn towering over the cat. "...Does it hurt, feeling all of those blows dealt RIGHT back to you...?"
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Cicilia belongs to me!
Yang belongs to Gexon

Ohxs outdid himself YET AGAIN with this piece! I love it soooo muuuuch!