(RG1) Kappa T

>Kappa, Tails
Choukria 4, 1, 2; Hanska 3, 2, 2, 2, 5,

"You can't just hit me with a rock and kidnap me. This shit ain't gonna work.", growled the Order soldier. Hanska prodded his sore scalp. The sticky patch of drying blood beneath his fingers was a good sign. He would wait for the sharp dizzy pain to pass before escaping from wherever the Hell she'd dragged him.

The Kappa rolled her yellowish eyes while twisting her full lips in disgust. "I didn't hit you with a rock, dumbass. You did."

"I hit myself with a rock?", said Hanska in disbelief, already feeling his anger growing. The Kappa smiled devilishly around the vegetable she was playing with.

"I blocked your kick and pulled. You're the one who decided to hit your head on a rock.", said Choukria, her green skin flushing. She was still unnaturally tall and almost as bone-thin as she used to be. Gaining a few curves and a new species didn't make her any less irritating.

"Decided! I fell and my head hit the rock!", growled Hanska, recalling his poor recovery after being yanked into falling on the rain-soaked and muddy battlefield. The rock hadn't been visible in the chaos, but it didn't excuse his failure to break his fall. That had been his last memory of the battle. It must have knocked him out.

"Okay, you fell. Just like you fell into that tree earlier.", said Choukria teasingly. Her hooded yellow eyes boring into him aggressively as she dragged the vegetable along her neck. Hanska's head throbbed painfully as he recalled the complicated spinning throw she'd used to hurl him into a tree trunk. The painful soreness across his ribs surged before sinking beneath his continuous migraine.

Her thin coltish body was no measure of her actual strength, some mamono were stronger than the human norm. More professional than the average soldier, Hanska felt no shame at that.

But his Order training wobbled beneath the weight of something else. That smirking taunting smile of hers. Years of childhood when she'd constantly prodded and poked at him pulled at his mind. Dozens of childish arguments from when they were still village urchins scrabbling in the dirt, too poor for toys.

The human soldier's temper flared. Why was she always like this? "Yeah. Like you fell onto my fist, repeatedly." snarled Hanska unthinkingly, losing control of his anger. He'd done well enough early in the fight. Her strength meant little if she couldn't grab or strike him firmly.

The yellowish scales covering Choukria's torso receded into her. They vanished leaving her bare. Her form was all too human, but for the greenish tone of her flesh. Her torso was spotted with a multitude of light bruises. Hanska had known that she'd easily win if she got past his guarding stance, or within grappling range.

So he'd made her pay painfully for every attempt to close the gap -- her decision to push into the blows and past his striking range had been unexpected. It was stupid of him, really. Why did he expect Choukria to become less pushy in any context? He sighed. His final knee thrown had been a desperate thing. As soon as she'd firmly laid both hands on him the fight may as well have been hers.

Choukria strode heavily towards him and dragged the saliva coated vegetable across her bruises as her other webbed hand idly toyed with a tightening darkly greenish nipple. Her voice was rough with frustration and lust as she spoke, moving forward once again. "Yeah, just like you'll fall into my cunt repeatedly."

Hanska stood unsteadily to meet her, bringing up his fists in a boxer's stance. He was outmatched, injured. Wherever this house was reeked of humidity in the air. He really couldn't care less. The Hell if he'd just lay down and roll over, Overgod damnit -- certainly not if she couldn't bother to ask nicely.

Fin.