VIXEN VS MILITIA
Vixen, angry from all the sexual harassment decides to fight this SOB and Smack the s**t out of him. "This is the last straw, prepare for your doom"
Militia is slapped across the face and he readjusts his gasmask. Militia began to smile under his mask. In one quick movement Militia pulls a combat knife and swings at Vixen's midsection.Vixen, angry from all the sexual harassment decides to fight this SOB and Smack the s**t out of him. "This is the last straw, prepare for your doom"
In a split second she put on her special diamond sharped gloves and grabs his knife. She smiles "Naughty..." she flips backwards with a kick towards his face.
Holding onto his knife, Militia is kicked in the face and he falls back a few steps. "Oh this will be fun..." He said muffled through his mask. Miltia reached around with his left grabbing his riot shield. He charged forward looking to give her a bash with his shield.Vixen landed on her feet and saw Miltia running towards her. She ran towards him in attempt to kick the shield and to knock him out off balance.
Milita skidded to a halt as she counter attacked, blocking the kick with a swing of his shield. Milita stepped forward bringing back his knife into play, giving a few crossing slashes at Vixen.She avoided some of the attacks and felt a pain in her arm, she got scratched. "Ow...blood" she looked at him "Nice." She grabbed her Scythe and pointed at him "Be prepared" she said with a crooked smile. She ran towards him with the Scythe in her hands and disappears and reappears in back of Militia. She raised her Scythe and slashed his back.
Militia had raised his shield to counter her strike, then she disappeared. "Wha?" Militia said in surprise. His head swiveling to spot her. Out of his peripheral vision he barely saw her. As he spun to defend, her scythe slashed through a weak point in his torso armour. "Gah!" He grunted and staggered back a few steps holding his side. As he pulled his hand aside he saw blood. He smiled under his gasmask. "She's good..."
Militia threw his comabt knife at Vixen and went for the crowbar at his back.
She saw the knife flying at her, she grabbed the knife with the tip of her gloves and threw it aside. "Ohhh, trying to distracting me, eh?" she smiled at him."Flying knifes and shields are not going to work against me..." she positioned herself in a fighting stance.
Militia pulled the crowbar it hung loosely from his hand. "You know I'm actually trying to be nice here. I could be using this thing." Militia waved his crowbar hand at the sub-machine gun at his side. "If you want me to kill you, I could oblige." He said banging the crowbar against his shield.She looked at him intensely "A machine gun? Not my kinda style...I like hand combat better, shall we?" She took off her gloves and her Scythe and threw them away. She knew she was making a mistake throwing her weapons away but she liked the thrill. "Shall we?" she smiled.
Militia was surprised by this offer. "Hands eh?" He liked the idea, "Alright..." Militia peeled of his shield, seting his crowbar, and gun aside as well. Militia turned to Vixen and raised his fists in a boxing like stance. He approached with a small bob and weave. "C'mon then..." He beckoned to Vixen to take the first swing.She had a crooked satisfied smile "Alright then" she ran towards him swinging her fist into his face.
Milita bobbed out the way of the punch with ease. He stepped in and went to deliver a 1-2 punch to Vixen's midsection.She saw his move but she underestimated him she was going to avoid it and grab his neck, but his attack succeeded. She fell to the floor gasping for air "Damn it....*cough*" she choked.
Militia's combat expertise in the military showed itself here. As she was bent choking Militia went to knee Vixen to the side of her temple.Angry at her self, she remembered the times when she was little when she had to fight men three times her size and beat them. No matter what the challenge was, her job was to succeed and never to fail. If she did, they would not give her food for days and torture her. She would cry alone and never received love. Day after day they would brain wash her "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION! FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!" Vixen felt numb, she had a cold look on her face she looked towards the ground and she screamed "I CANNOT FAIL!" she stood up avoiding his attack and disappeared and reappeared straight at his face attempting to remove his gas mask. Vixen eyes were cold and twisted.
Miltia felt her hand grasp his mask, "Agh!" He yelled in surprise. Militia broke away from her. His mask was out of place, temporarily blinding him. He fell back a few steps his hands reaching up to his face trying to fix his mask. He grunted trying to adjust his mask angrily. In a second she appeared behind him whispering in his ear "I cannot fail..." she smiled and threw a punch at his skull. "BLEED!" She laughed hysterically
She laughed, she saw blood on her fists and she licked it. Vixen was going insane "I need to win, I don't want to starve again" her eyes became watery. The pain in her mid section was hurting her, she ignored it and pointed at him "Come and get me" she continued to lick the rest of the blood seductively.
Miltia stepped forward feigning a right hook. As he swung he instead went into a full rotation and directed a roundhouse kick with his left leg about neck high at Vixen.She blocked his right hand and flipped over him missing his kick attack. She grabbed him by the neck and wanted to choke him. This was not Vixen, she had her defense mode on and she is willing to beat the enemy no matter what even if she was half dead. Tears filled her eyes as she constantly remembers her past.
His head hit her face, she is stunned for a second. She felt pain in the right side of her cheek and she touched it with her hand, she was cut and bleeding. She jumped on top of him angry trying to throw him to the ground with her.
Miltia fell to the ground with Vixen struggling. His training had prepared him for this. Most fights went to the ground, and they taught him to captalize. Militia swinging his weight around behind her as they struggled. Miltia attempt to put her in a sleeper hold with leg scissors on Vixen's torso. Militia was going to try to put Vixen unconscious to end the fight, and her tears.She knew this position before, and she remembered one trainer did it to her. She could not lose she desperately moved, she felt dizzy. She grabbed his gas mask attempting to remove it.
Militia did not care about his mask now. He just wanted to end it, to end Vixen's pain. His mask was being pulled of from his face. His mouth and nose shown as the mask was pulled upward. He whispered audible for her to hear keeping his hold, "Just go to sleep... You don't have to keep fighting... There nothing here to lose... Just go to sleep." He silently whispered to her. She was shocked hearing this words, and looked up at his face. She only had a few seconds before she passed out "I...will never forgive you for this..." her masked was blurring up her vision and she wanted to see a clear view of the man who defeated her, so she took off her mask and passed out.
Militia released his grip on Vixen as she drew limp. Keeping his head down, Militia grabbed his mask from her hands and shoved it on. Had she seen my face?... Militia thought to himself. Militia looked down on the unconscious woman, his breathing was rough from the struggle. Militia turned away and walked over collecting his shield and his weapons. Militia held his gun close to his side and approached the beaten Vixen. He raised it pointing in between her eyes and sat there in silence. A minute passed and Militia lowered his gun, No, she is not a threat... Militia dug something from his pocket along with a pen. He scribbled on it, then placed it in her hand. A shred of paper,and written on it... No forgiveness... Find me. With a hidden location written on the back. Militia turned and left with a slow hum of 'Yankee Doodle,' echoing off the walls.
TO BE CONTINUED...
