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What happens when you put four deadly, dangerous, and stubborn female fighters from the PCA together for the night? It ain't giggly gossip and nail painting!
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A/N: Next part up! I’ve never written a fight scene before—let alone with Pokemon—so forgive me if I didn’t put in a lot of moves or whatnot. Hope its okay.
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It was around seven that Saturday night when the Femme Fatales of the PCA arrived—independently of one another—at Ishtar’s home.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” Ishtar smiled as she opened the door to let Sam, Tenebra, Nubia, and Weaver in.
“Are you sure your parents are okay with having us all?” Sam asked. Ishtar nodded.
“Oh sure, they love company! Come on, we’ve set up the guest room for you four to sleep in.”
As the four of them settled in, Ishtar offered them a bowl of food. “Snacks anyone?”
“Thanks.” Sam said as she took an apple and tossed it in the air. A quick slice with her claws later and a half-dozen apple slices fell neatly back into the bowl. “You should see me toss a salad.”
Ishtar looked around. “Oh I forgot to buy the chips and soda! I’m gonna ask my parents for a lift. Be right back.” After Ishtar left there was an awkward silence at first that was broken by Sam clearing her throat.
“I think I may need a glass of water.” She grunted.
“The bathroom is down the hall on the left.” Weaver said, almost automatically.
“You’ve been here before?”
Weaver nodded at Sam but her eyes were clearly on Nubia. “Yes…Ishtar’s my girlfriend.”
Nubia gazed back unblinkingly at Weaver. “You don’t deserve her.” She said bluntly.
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly and—surprisingly—Sam and Tenebra traded a glance that seemed to say “What in the world have we stepped into?” As one they got up and promptlys found somewhere else to be.
“And you do?” Weaver growled, her general atmosphere of apathy crumbling around her.
“Without a doubt.” Nubia shot back. “She’s kind and clearly interested in something other than an overweight, overwrought drowzee who’ll bring her nothing but trouble!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Weaver shot back. “I’m not the one with a grudge against the world!”
“No just your family which amounts to the same thing. You’re just going to weigh Ishtar down with all your problems.” Nubia snorted. “Your issues with your mother alone—”
“Don’t talk about my mother.” Weaver said her voice full of deadly sincerity.
“What? You don’t want me to talk about how you’ll never hold a candle to her or how you’re too chicken to even try?” Nubia asked.
With a snarl Weaver leapt at Nubia and they crashed together on the floor. They rolled on the floor until Nubia kicked Weaver off her and they both climbed back to their feet. The room they were in wasn’t a proper gym arena; it was small and cluttered with objects and furniture that inhibited freedom of movement.
Still Nubia and Weaver were fighters: they could adapt. Nubia, who was very sleek and sinewy leaped atop a desk and used it as a springboard to launch forward and catch Weaver in the chest with her foot. Weaver went down hard but soon recovered.
With a flick of her wrist, Weaver sent her beloved yo-yo hurtling toward Nubia. It hit the corner of her eye and then clipped her ear on the way back. Nubia winced and retaliated by tossing one of the pillows at Weaver. Her intention, however, was not to transform the fight into an innocent pillow fight.
When Weaver battered it aside, it exploded in a shower of feathers that got into her eyes and irritated her nose. She sneezed, closing her eyes and bending forward, giving Nubia a golden opportunity to punch Weaver in the snout.
Bloodied and battered, Weaver toppled over. But she wasn’t through yet. Panting heavily she climbed to her feet and glared at Nubia, who stood in a prepared stance that seemed to say, ‘Bring it.’
And Weaver obliged.
&&&
“Glad we got out of that.” Sam said as she heard things start to break. She and Tenebra were standing outside, behind the house.
Tenebra didn’t say a thing, she just snorted. “I’m sorry do you not speak when your owner isn’t around to give you permission?” Sam asked sweetly. “Or are inarticulate grunts the best you can do?”
“What?” Tenebra snapped. “What’s your problem?”
“I dunno. I just wanted to know what it’s like being the world’s biggest tool.” Sam wondered. “I was going to ask you but forgot that you’re such a tool box that you can’t even speak without Nicole here.”
“That’s it!” Tenebra snarled as she leaped at Sam.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Sam said gleefully as she swung at Tenebra. Tenebra ducked and crashed into Sam’s chest, sending them both down to the pavement.
Sam tossed Tenebra up and scrambled to her feet. She whirled to face Tenebra just as she also regained her footing.
Now this is a battle. Sam thought with a certain happiness anyone else would’ve found strange. She enjoyed this kind of physical workout. No psychic powers, no elemental forces, no worrying about damaging the weaker sex when she fought guys; Sam was free to cut loose and use all her strength and stamina against an opponent who fought a lot like her.
Tenebra struck the first real blow, landing a solid punch right above Sam’s right eye. Wincing, Sam countered by raking Tenebra’s muzzle with her claws.
Tenebra flinched but still managed to knee Sam in the stomach. Sam, not deterred, slashed her claws across her opponent’s belly. It wasn’t a very deep wound but it was designed to cause pain and debilitation whenever Tenebra moved.
It achieved its objective: Tenebra grit her teeth together and growled in pain as much as anger, but that didn’t stop her from head-butting Sam under her jaw so hard that she thought her carapace would break.
Tenebra followed up by locking her leg behind Sam’s and pushing Sam on her back. Sam lashed out with her foot as she fell and managed to catch Tenebra with a glancing blow to her hip.
Quickly, Tenebra leaped at Sam with her claws outstretched. Sam pushed her feet up and used Tenebra’s own momentum to carry her over Sam and land face first on the ground.
When they both got to their feet again they looked at each other for a moment and paused, studying the other. Then, as one, they charged at each other and began pummeling one another. The fight soon bogged down to a slugging match, blow was met with counterblow: punches, head-butts, and several dirty moves that were definitely NOT allowed at the PCA.
Both girls were big, strong, fast, and durable…the fight probably could’ve gone on all night. However, Sam had other plans.
Attracted by all the noise, Ishtar’s faithful pet meowth Blynx came wandering outside. In a flash Sam grabbed Blynx by his scruff and held him in front of her just as Tenebra was about to throw a punch that would’ve knocked half the teeth out of Sam’s mouth.
“Reeow?” Blynx gulped as Tenebra’s punch stopped a hair short of caving his head in. Sam nodded to herself as she saw Tenebra’s awkward halt.
“I thought so.” Sam dropped Blynx down where he promptly scampered back into the house. “This fight is over.” Sam said off-hand to Tenebra as she walked away.
“What do you mean?” Tenebra growled as she wiped some blood off her muzzle. “Why the hell did you just stop a fight that YOU started in the first place? What is your deal?”
Sam paused in the doorway. “I stopped because I found out what I wanted to know.” She answered, turning back to face Tenebra.
“And what’s that?” Tenebra snarled.
“That you’re a good person.” Sam replied softly as she turned back around and went in, leaving Tenebra alone and confused in the night.
To Be Continued…
&&&
Ishtar, Blynx, and Weaver are © to Kae
Nubia is © to Shawntae
Tenebra is © to Carlito
Sam is © to me
&&&
It was around seven that Saturday night when the Femme Fatales of the PCA arrived—independently of one another—at Ishtar’s home.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” Ishtar smiled as she opened the door to let Sam, Tenebra, Nubia, and Weaver in.
“Are you sure your parents are okay with having us all?” Sam asked. Ishtar nodded.
“Oh sure, they love company! Come on, we’ve set up the guest room for you four to sleep in.”
As the four of them settled in, Ishtar offered them a bowl of food. “Snacks anyone?”
“Thanks.” Sam said as she took an apple and tossed it in the air. A quick slice with her claws later and a half-dozen apple slices fell neatly back into the bowl. “You should see me toss a salad.”
Ishtar looked around. “Oh I forgot to buy the chips and soda! I’m gonna ask my parents for a lift. Be right back.” After Ishtar left there was an awkward silence at first that was broken by Sam clearing her throat.
“I think I may need a glass of water.” She grunted.
“The bathroom is down the hall on the left.” Weaver said, almost automatically.
“You’ve been here before?”
Weaver nodded at Sam but her eyes were clearly on Nubia. “Yes…Ishtar’s my girlfriend.”
Nubia gazed back unblinkingly at Weaver. “You don’t deserve her.” She said bluntly.
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly and—surprisingly—Sam and Tenebra traded a glance that seemed to say “What in the world have we stepped into?” As one they got up and promptlys found somewhere else to be.
“And you do?” Weaver growled, her general atmosphere of apathy crumbling around her.
“Without a doubt.” Nubia shot back. “She’s kind and clearly interested in something other than an overweight, overwrought drowzee who’ll bring her nothing but trouble!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Weaver shot back. “I’m not the one with a grudge against the world!”
“No just your family which amounts to the same thing. You’re just going to weigh Ishtar down with all your problems.” Nubia snorted. “Your issues with your mother alone—”
“Don’t talk about my mother.” Weaver said her voice full of deadly sincerity.
“What? You don’t want me to talk about how you’ll never hold a candle to her or how you’re too chicken to even try?” Nubia asked.
With a snarl Weaver leapt at Nubia and they crashed together on the floor. They rolled on the floor until Nubia kicked Weaver off her and they both climbed back to their feet. The room they were in wasn’t a proper gym arena; it was small and cluttered with objects and furniture that inhibited freedom of movement.
Still Nubia and Weaver were fighters: they could adapt. Nubia, who was very sleek and sinewy leaped atop a desk and used it as a springboard to launch forward and catch Weaver in the chest with her foot. Weaver went down hard but soon recovered.
With a flick of her wrist, Weaver sent her beloved yo-yo hurtling toward Nubia. It hit the corner of her eye and then clipped her ear on the way back. Nubia winced and retaliated by tossing one of the pillows at Weaver. Her intention, however, was not to transform the fight into an innocent pillow fight.
When Weaver battered it aside, it exploded in a shower of feathers that got into her eyes and irritated her nose. She sneezed, closing her eyes and bending forward, giving Nubia a golden opportunity to punch Weaver in the snout.
Bloodied and battered, Weaver toppled over. But she wasn’t through yet. Panting heavily she climbed to her feet and glared at Nubia, who stood in a prepared stance that seemed to say, ‘Bring it.’
And Weaver obliged.
&&&
“Glad we got out of that.” Sam said as she heard things start to break. She and Tenebra were standing outside, behind the house.
Tenebra didn’t say a thing, she just snorted. “I’m sorry do you not speak when your owner isn’t around to give you permission?” Sam asked sweetly. “Or are inarticulate grunts the best you can do?”
“What?” Tenebra snapped. “What’s your problem?”
“I dunno. I just wanted to know what it’s like being the world’s biggest tool.” Sam wondered. “I was going to ask you but forgot that you’re such a tool box that you can’t even speak without Nicole here.”
“That’s it!” Tenebra snarled as she leaped at Sam.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Sam said gleefully as she swung at Tenebra. Tenebra ducked and crashed into Sam’s chest, sending them both down to the pavement.
Sam tossed Tenebra up and scrambled to her feet. She whirled to face Tenebra just as she also regained her footing.
Now this is a battle. Sam thought with a certain happiness anyone else would’ve found strange. She enjoyed this kind of physical workout. No psychic powers, no elemental forces, no worrying about damaging the weaker sex when she fought guys; Sam was free to cut loose and use all her strength and stamina against an opponent who fought a lot like her.
Tenebra struck the first real blow, landing a solid punch right above Sam’s right eye. Wincing, Sam countered by raking Tenebra’s muzzle with her claws.
Tenebra flinched but still managed to knee Sam in the stomach. Sam, not deterred, slashed her claws across her opponent’s belly. It wasn’t a very deep wound but it was designed to cause pain and debilitation whenever Tenebra moved.
It achieved its objective: Tenebra grit her teeth together and growled in pain as much as anger, but that didn’t stop her from head-butting Sam under her jaw so hard that she thought her carapace would break.
Tenebra followed up by locking her leg behind Sam’s and pushing Sam on her back. Sam lashed out with her foot as she fell and managed to catch Tenebra with a glancing blow to her hip.
Quickly, Tenebra leaped at Sam with her claws outstretched. Sam pushed her feet up and used Tenebra’s own momentum to carry her over Sam and land face first on the ground.
When they both got to their feet again they looked at each other for a moment and paused, studying the other. Then, as one, they charged at each other and began pummeling one another. The fight soon bogged down to a slugging match, blow was met with counterblow: punches, head-butts, and several dirty moves that were definitely NOT allowed at the PCA.
Both girls were big, strong, fast, and durable…the fight probably could’ve gone on all night. However, Sam had other plans.
Attracted by all the noise, Ishtar’s faithful pet meowth Blynx came wandering outside. In a flash Sam grabbed Blynx by his scruff and held him in front of her just as Tenebra was about to throw a punch that would’ve knocked half the teeth out of Sam’s mouth.
“Reeow?” Blynx gulped as Tenebra’s punch stopped a hair short of caving his head in. Sam nodded to herself as she saw Tenebra’s awkward halt.
“I thought so.” Sam dropped Blynx down where he promptly scampered back into the house. “This fight is over.” Sam said off-hand to Tenebra as she walked away.
“What do you mean?” Tenebra growled as she wiped some blood off her muzzle. “Why the hell did you just stop a fight that YOU started in the first place? What is your deal?”
Sam paused in the doorway. “I stopped because I found out what I wanted to know.” She answered, turning back to face Tenebra.
“And what’s that?” Tenebra snarled.
“That you’re a good person.” Sam replied softly as she turned back around and went in, leaving Tenebra alone and confused in the night.
To Be Continued…
&&&
Ishtar, Blynx, and Weaver are © to Kae
Nubia is © to Shawntae
Tenebra is © to Carlito
Sam is © to me
Very rarely. They are seniors after all, nobody maintains a perfect record for four years. Tenebra has lost solo matches due to disqualification a few times but she's never actually been beaten. Keep in mind she has about eight years worth of experience fighting on the streets and in the same kind of illegal pit fights that Felix used to fight in. Bring that into the "civilized" world of the PCA where most of the students are still learning their moves and how to fight, and she's just a beast.
Hehe I was listening to the Undertaker remix of Godsmack's "Awake", which is now Tenebra's theme song just for the line, "I don't like you, I don't respect you, and I sure as hell don't fear you." and of course, "Bad things happen in my yard. Bad things have been happening here for a very long time..."
I didn't realize how much she reminded me of the Dead Man until I stopped to think about it. Could be worse influences I guess.
I didn't realize how much she reminded me of the Dead Man until I stopped to think about it. Could be worse influences I guess.
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