Life's a Gamble

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Explosions and gunfire abound. In the outskirts of a smaller city was a devastating conflict evolving to a catastrophic crescendo. Neither side was letting up. Nether side would. Bullets streaking through the air, shooting down soldier after soldier, unrelenting before the carnage. But at the center of it all was the real battle.

Death would not come to these two warriors. One towering well above the other, the other striking with such vicious impacts as to rend and break the concrete beneath their feet. Trading blow for blow, some of which should have been an instant blow to send them to the afterlife.

And yet they stood firm, emboldening their troops with courage and motivation to persevere regardless of the losses. The Donna of the Haan family, Stella Haan, jumped to deliver yet another earth-shattering impact against her rival's skull. He had grown. Adapted. He was infinitely difficult to overcome. But there was no other choice than to do so. This man of the 13th seat have stood in opposition of her since the first day, restricting her to the 19th despite having both the prowess and force to go beyond that. She would not have it. "Just die already, you fuck!" She shouted as the fist was about to collide.

"Not a chance you half pint dwarf." The man shouted, Ebon Hawke, the Don of the Hawke family, blood stained his snow white hair and his golden eyes were wide. The smile on his face made it clear that he was getting some degree of joy out of this fight even as red trickled down his chin from the myriad of blows he'd recieved from the tiny woman he fought against. Her blow landed, a sickening sound rang out as it did so, but his skull did not give way.

Having taken the punch on purpose to give him an opportunity while she was in the air he reached out, intending to grab hold of her ankles and slam her to the ground with all his might. He had decided that this would be the day this would end, regardless of outcome. One of them would stand over the other.

Her legs got grabbed as Ebon proceeded to swing her downward to cause her to crash into the hard and cracked concrete. But as he swung downward, she managed to get a hold of his scalp, pulling him with her as she got body slammed. With him falling with her in the momentum, she did not let go even as she crashed down.

Yanking him backward, she pulled him into a roll until she sat on top of him, fists at the ready as she delivered punch after punch to his chin. "Get it through your skull! I am the Goblin Stella, and I WILL. NOT. BE. DEFEATED!" She shouted at him, hoping that one of these fists would cave his handsome face in soon enough.

Her first punch to his face busted open the skin, his blood trickling down onto her, but each subsequent punch seemed to do less and less as though his body was rapidly adapting to the force and soon enough it would feel like she was punching a solid wall. Ebon grabbed her arm and pulled himself close to her so that they were face to face. "I don't want to hear that from someone I could punt across state lines with a little run up. The only things you've got going for you are a nice ass and the ability to take a punch or two. That doesn't mean shit out here in the streets, Bitch!" The man raised his free hand to try and bring a fist down square into her face.