Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

The tribe had warriors. Tough cats who were ready, if not eager, for action. Razel has seen it, guards trained to fight and then set to defend in a place that would see little actual trouble. They wanted that readiness to pay off, to prove their worth and contribute. This man was not one of them. He didnt look at her, didnt stand like shean armed outsider clearly ready for a fightwas a threat. He didnt even walk up like he was there to challenge her, prove his strength over her. Hed come to flirt. The effort to show off definitely landed. His friends didnt expect the display, and for a second they looked like they thought he was going to eat it. The catwho shed learn later was named Odatetook the axe and by the way he handled it, was at least familiar with weapons. He shifted it to test the weight, a shadow of a swing to see how it was wielded. The metal blade was far more interesting to him, but he passed it back. And then she proposed to spar. That took the ocelot off balance. Odate had expected this would be a challenge, hadnt been intimidated by her size and dangerous baring, but not a fight. And he knew when using weapons, he was screwed. Then Razel said no weapons. After a second, a grin spread across his face, one that said this was going to be fun. I accept. Do not hurt me too much though, my friends are watching. Odates stance changed, not that of a fighter, but certainly one of preparation his hands held out at waist height, his movement bouncing on the balls of his feet. Razel knew the type of fast little shits, dodging and coming in quick, feints and the like, and he was clearly waiting for her to make the first move. When she did, she found out Odate was a good abambe player. Abambe was their sport, a simple game. Someone on a team had to carry the totema stick wrapped tight in a peltto the opposite teams zone. The other team had to get the stick, or get the holder on the ground. And while you could tackle, you could also grapple. When she punched, Odate dodges and latched onto her arm, hopped up so he could fold his body around her arm, and dropped his weight. She had to either go down or get her shoulder dislocated. The next time he caught it, she squatted, putting her center of gravity low...and he ran around her like a kid on a maypole, turning and pushing her till she was off balance. It ended on a stalemate, him not strong enough to get her down, she not at an angle to hit him. Razel hadnt trained to deal with something that wasnt trying to hit with weapons or claws or teeth. He didnt care about hurting her, or even about not getting hit in the process, but he was always inside her guard, never letting her superior reach and height mean anything, and too low for a good headbutt. She could knee him in the stomach, and that dropped him once. When she tucked her elbows in tight, dropped her shoulders, and used her knees, he pounced at her shoulders, tried to get his legs around her anywhere he could, and fucking climb her like she were a willow tree in a wind storm. When she realized he wanted to get on her back so he could bite her scruff, a real sensitive hold, she stopped fighting like a soldier. Wrestling wasnt an alien concept in Ulchark, but it was strength for strength, usually equal matched oppponents. This was new. Unless you had brothers. And you were a mustelid. If she were any other species, hed likely have won or turned it into a draw. But mustelids had spines like a bow, meant to bend even more than a cat. She could turn her upper body around almost 115 degrees when warmed up. Folding on half was as easy as sitting down. So Razel stopped trying to stay tense and instead bent with him. The real flaw was Odate only cared about getting her on the ground, not pinning her. So Razel let him, then went for the pin, an elbow on his throat. Or she twisted so he hit the ground hard and she on top. That last one knocked the wind out of him, and Odate was done. I think..I have beaten you enough...Do you surrender? he huffed, grinning.