Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Jack knew that Miranda was excellent when it came to evasive maneuvers, so she didnt entirely expect any of her Shockwaves to hit her maybe clip her, if Jack was lucky. But it was making the other biotic dance around enough so that Jack could slowly make her way closer and closer. The Convict was positive that she could beat Miranda if she could just get her hands on her. Because lets face it the older woman was a goddamn pussy. In firefights shed always be in the back, safely shooting her shitty little pistol from cover or throwing nauseatingly precise warps at enemies. The fact that the Operative knew how to do biotic slams had surprised the hell out of Jackbut the younger woman wasnt particularly worried about that. Miranda was still a pussy that probably couldnt take a hit. Hell she probably hadnt ever been smacked around, period. So if Miranda was a smart pussy, shed stay the hell away from Jacks fists. But apparentlyjudging by how Miranda dared to move forward and close the distance between them, she was a fucking cocky idiot. Jack had spent over half of her young life fighting in a pit that was even smaller than the ring they were in now. And that brawler-style of fighting had followed her everywhere she went through her late teenage years as she committed growingly more violent crimes, all the way to her early 20s spent in prison. She knew- that she could beat Miranda this way, and now she was positive- that she could do so, because Miranda didnt even seem to entertain the idea that maybe- she could lose. Big mistake If there was one thing that Jack knew how to do, it was how to take a hit. She saw Miranda wind up with a blow aimed for her stomach and instead of dodging it, she stiffened her abdominals, tightening her muscles so that they absorbed the brunt the blow. Fuck thats going to leave a mark later Nnngrf. Jack grunted, faltering for a moment but quickly regaining herself. As much as it hurt to get socked so hard in the gut, all Jack cared about was the fact that Miranda hadnt been able to crush her diaphram and knock the wind out of her. And now, most importantly, Mirandas entire body was right infront of her, less than a foot away. She quickly grasped the Operatives wrist in an iron-tight grip, yanking her closer so that they were chest to chest. All fights eventually end up on the ground. Its just a fact. Someone gets knocked out and lays there unconscious, one person gets thrown and has to fight from the floor, or both fighters end up struggling and rolling around all over the place. If Jack could control how they went to the ground, she knew that she could get Miranda. So she hooked her one leg around Mirandas and then abruptly let her own body go limp, forcing an off-balance Miranda to bare Jacks weight and put them both on the ground. No onerespects you. Jack grunted as they struggled around on the floor. They fear you, barely. They fear Ceberus more. The younger biotic growled as she struggled to try to flip Miranda onto her stomach so that she could climb onto her back and have the upper hand. Jack was very spry and scrappy, and she was very well acquainted with her own bodys limits. For example she wasnt particularly strong, not as strong as a man anyways, but she knew how to move so that she wasnt using her muscles but was instead using her entire bodys weight. You are nothingwithout your stupid fuh-fucking Cerberus to hide behind. Jack was panting now, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she finally managed to get Miranda facedown onto the floor and quickly scrambled to lay down ontop of her and force her to bare her weight. The entire time they had been struggling, Jack had refused to let go of the delicate wrist that had belonged to the hand that punched her before. Now she yanked that wrist up, forcing Mirandas arm behind her back and pulling it upwards so that it strained against her shoulder from the unnatural angle. Cry mercy. Jack snarled into her ear. Say it or Ill break it, Princess. To emphasize her point, she applied a touch more pressure to Mirandas arm, enough to make the ligaments and tendons in her shoulder scream in protest.