Thread: Rekindle the Flame (Razgriz x Umbrale)

The very second that the words left his mouth, giving her freedom to choose whichever style so struck her at the moment, Elise's lips curved into a wicked smirk. Instantly, she relaxed her pose, and her feet sunk slightly closer to the ground. Not much, as the heel of her foot hovered an inch from the ground. One of her too legs, however, shifted slightly backwards, as if to brace. However, while the front one seemed at ease, that back leg stiffened to a rock-solid flexing position, while maintaining the curve of stance. Her arms lower to her sides, and her body relaxed into what was almost a slouch hands barely risen from her hips to face Scott. But, even more curious, her hands formed neither fists, nor open-palms, the thumb and forefingers formed circles, as if holding cups, with the concurrent fingers only semi-curled. Prepare for my own mix of Systema, and Drunken Fist, then, Scotty-boy. With that final taunting of a nickname sent his way, the sparring went on in earnest. To his credit, Scott landed the first blow... technically. His kick made contact, but it seemed as soon as his leg made contact with her skin, her body shifted with it's force, pivoting on the flexed back leg. With an almost graceful pirouette, she spun around the back of his kick, and mid-spin, let an arm almost casually fly out, catching him with a slap directly across the mid-section. It was easily enough to send him back within a respectable distance, as if their match hadn't yet started. Oh, come on, Scotty-boy, you got more than that, right? Once more, she taunted him with that name, even as she resumed the stance at the beginning. But this time, that flexed leg snapped straight propelling the Ogre to him. Instead of maneuvering, however, that leg remained straight, and only the foot shifted to plant her weight upon the ground her body whipping at the hip to propel her casually-resting other leg diagonally. Only a quick block on Scott's part saved him from a solid blow to the side of his abdomen. Directly upon impact and block, however, the leg pulled back via her knee, and the straight-leg scrunched to pull her right back into the position she had once again been at start. Come on, boy-o. We're just getting started... , she explained, and the spar went on. Most of the time, it went directly like that, with blocks and kicks being exchanged blocks on Elise's part meaning the dispersal of said forced by clever maneuvering of the body. Any particular stretch that would add force to the blow despite her moving, would leave an opponent precariously off-balance, while getting in close to deliver a blow like that would leave them open to an easy retaliatory knee, via the leg casually posed at a bend in front. But, it'd be boring if everything was the same way. So, promptly, Elise threw a hook into her formation. Literally. With a sudden snap of that flexed leg, she threw herself back at Scott, but this time whipped her arm into the classic left-hook, hoping to catch him off guard. Credit, where credit is due, of course, as Scott slipped the blow, pivoted, and lashed his arms out for the all-time classic hip throw... Pffft. You're joking, right? Against Scott's arms, so poised and tensed in a movement to heft and throw, the Ogre's musculature simply tensed, and her foot shifted to plant her center of gravity. Almost casually, a laugh roiled up. But mirth wasn't to be long enjoyed in a sparring match. The arm he tried to flex and used to throw her, pulled easily from his grasp, and wrapped about his neck by the elbow. A quick tug sent the male cascading to floor onto his back hard enough to let from his lungs. Not to be left behind, the Ogre pivoted, and dropped over him. Not so simply, of course. Being knocked so senseless had spread his legs a bit and her calves dropped over his thighs, spread-wide and a bit low, by his knees. With a testament to her full-body strength being the flexation of her feet to pose her knees to the ground over his legs pinning his lower half down via her calves, to each of his knees. And to further it, her hands dropped to his wrists, and pinned there, clamping him to the mat. Pro tip numero-uno, Scott don't grapple an Ogre, eh? She playfully explained to him. Once again to his credit, though, the Ogre was breathing slightly heavily. Actually, Scott would notice, pretty heavily. Her breath was coming out in slow, controlled, but definitely heavy pants. Like the exhaustion of a trained martial artist, it wasn't hyperventilation, but a controlled, heightened intake for oxygen. But... why was she blushing? And why were her eyes, locked upon him, so suspiciously narrowed? Of course, his answer would come in the realization that she was practically straddling him. Well, practically was an understatement. He could feel the curve of her body over his crotch, fitting against him. A tiny shift-- clearly she was just getting more comfortable in her pin, or tightening it on him-- sent her hips forward slightly, rubbing their lower forms together. I'll give you as much, though you're pretty good. For a person who took judo back in highschool, you still can throw some mean kicks. And your reaction speed is damn on-par.... Her compliments were courteous, of course, and meaningful coming from an Ogre, that would never lie, but another shift of her hips...