Challenges

[Omio]

Len took a more natural stance, looking as if to not be ready. "No, I'll let you have the first shot in any spot. Choose wisely, because I'll allow only one shot before attacking back." Gain the lead, and take no risks to assure your victory. If you never learned this lesson, you've a long road to travel.

[WolfEnchantress]

With a shrug, she nodded, pondering the best first hit that wouldn't do much damage.

"Whatever you say," She said, then she was gone, running the few steps forewords. She drew her arm back as if to punch, then ducked behind him and swept his legs out from underneath him with her leg, jumping back lightly to where she started from within only seconds.

She gave the impression of relaxing her stance, but actually prepared to sidestep or dodge his coming blow.
"There. Now it's your turn." She frowned, thinking for a moment. "And don't hold back because I'm not a male, either."

[Omio]

Len took the fall, and rolled back to a stand, rather nicely. "I'll hold back my jumping, but none else." And that was when he walked towards her, looking outright peaceful until he blurred, him having turned, aligned his arms, and began for an elbow. However, that seemed to be a feint technique as he opened his arms. That, too, proved to be a feint as he went behind her, and merely slid his arms under her arms, and connected his hands behind her neck.

The grappling technique had no name, but its effects were known - it could disable a person's arms, if held for long enough. It cut off the blood circulation, which, in turn, made the arm unable to respond due to a lack of oxygen and nutrients. The parts would be alive, but numb and unresponsive. Like jelly, almost. Better a friend subdued from a fight than actually hurt.

(( Master Lock, as those in wrestling might call it. ))

[WolfEnchantress]

Saira didn't move as he went for her, watching his every move, how he faked more than once. He grabbed her arms, pinning them back behind her, cutting off circulation so they began to tingle almost immediately.

"Well, you would have me there. But you only have my arms pinned, remember." From there, she wrapped her legs around his and kicked forewords, again sweeping his feet from behind him. Slipping out of the grasp, She landed lightly on her hands and sprung backwards to land on her feet only a few inches from him.

Reaching down, she placed her knee on his back and grabbed both hands, bending them so that an easy move would break them. However, she didn't, of course, pull them that far, and suspected Len would have an easy time getting out.

Fine by me, She thought. I still have to see how he fights.

"You can't get away with holds forever," She told him. "You're going to have to hit me, at least a few times. Give me a range of what you know."

[Omio]

"So you want me to be merciless? Very well. I'll likely send you out like a light." He moved his arms forwards before launching them upward, rolling aside to break the hold-down. That left his legs free - free enough to launch Saira straight up. There was one slight problem, though. He didn't launch her up a short distance - it was the equivalent of the height of one of his jumps. ...crap. Guess I'll just have to chain things together.

He got to a stand while Saira was in the air, and he seemed to be waiting for her to come back down. It was hard to tell whether he was going to strike, or going to merely catch and let her down.

[WolfEnchantress]

Saira smirked.
"Really," She said, though only to herself. "You think you can take me out?"

Then she was airborne. It did take her by surprise, she was nearly launched half the distance up one of the trees. But she'd fallen off of a dragon before from far higher. Quickly, she twisted in the air as she fell and pushed off of a tee branch so she'd land a bit to the left of where she was expected to land. When she did, she fell hard, buckling to her knees, but she recovered enough to deliver a solid kick to his chest before stumbling forewords.

Upon regaining her balance, she turned quickly to face Len again and see where he was- her kick may have been a last-minute blow, but in no way was it gentle. Not too hard, but hard enough to knock wind away. She paused-after the next blow by Len, she'd stop going slow, stop going for only one attack at a time.

"Your turn," She said simply, an innocent grin on her face but a determinedly off look in her eyes.

[Omio]

Len noticed the flight path change, and from the kick, he used the momentum from that impact to flip backwards, creating more distance. He had a plan now.

The knee. The ever-known knee strike of his that had put cracks in cement walls, with enough metal protection on his knee. However, there was going to be one hitch - landing it. This was when he'd have to employ two strategies again. It took him a quarter of a second to get them in line, and after Saira spoke, he had it all ready.

"And the last turn, too."

This time, he rushed in, closing the gap as he first took a low stance. He tossed out a left-handed punch, but only shot it half-way as he pulled it back, as he went back to stance, and soon launched himself - knee for her forehead, at this rate - at her, knowing she'd probably watch the hands or feet, but not the knees.

(( Yes, SSB:M reference. Capt. Falcon's forward aerial, to be exact. ))

[WolfEnchantress]

She expected the false punch, but not the attack that came after. She dodged sideways, but was a half second too late-his knee connected with her with force enough to send her onto her back. She stumbled to her feet, blinking away dizziness, and touched her nose. Her hand came away stained crimson. She took a second to recover, letting the spots clear from her vision.

"A good strike. But definentally not the last," She said. From there, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She ran towards him, stumbling, feigning being hurt far worse than she was. Once she got up right in front of him, she deliverd a knee to the stomach-but wasn't going to stop at one blow this time. With almost unmbelievable speed, she flipped backwards, giving a kick to the chin. Upon her right foot touching the ground, she spun clockwise, giving yet another kick to his temple, and used her momentum to drive her forearm into his chest, giving a powerful shove backwards. She hopped away. The last combo was a blow that would knock out most anyone, but she couldn't be too certain.

[Omio]

The gut barely did anything since she shot went a little too high, as Len remained low in stance. The kick was a matter of a slight movement to the right - and to throw things off, he caught it.
"Right..." He then swung himself under the leg, and with a quick bend forwards, he would probably fling Saira forwards - possibly unfortunate for both of them, he was aiming a tree, and he didn't seem to really know that whatsoever.

(( Dun combo liek that. [Has T1-ed before many times. Knows what exactly he was doing.] =C ))

[WolfEnchantress]

She scowled as he caught her leg, then blinked in a bit of surprise. He was a better fighter than she'd expected, she'd admit. She put her hands on the ground and lifted her other foot off of the ground before Len had time to do anything. Using he entire body weight, she twisted and rammed his stomach again, making sure to aim correctly this time. With an easy twist of her ensnared leg she managed to free herself.

"If I can say something?" She said quickly, stepping back. "on your last attack, with your knee, following up with a kick or a punch to the side of the head will likely take anyone down. Well, most anyone, anyways."

And she slipped away, behind him, locking him in a headlock with one hand on a pressure point that would put someone to sleep wiithin seconds.

(T1-ed??)

[Omio]

Headlocks. His strength. He bent forward once again, and once Saira was at a peak, he tried to move back. However, his body didn't respond at all. Before he knew it, he only saw black, his senses failing him as his body soon went limp. This resulted in him doing a sort of faceplant. His plan was probably invisible.

Now it wouldn't even be recalled.

(( 1) T1: Paragraph, text, turn-based fighting. Something I've always lost in. There usually is a struggle much alike this one, but the result is, more-or-less, the same. ))
(( 2) Looks as if Len's missing dinner. =/ ))

[WolfEnchantress]

Once Len fell, Saira slumped to her knees bedise him and turned him onto his back, checking for significant injury, which she couldn't see. She was rather surprised-the fight, though short, had left her exhausted. Rising, she fetched a cloth, which she wetted, and wiped Len's face with it. Even asleep, one cold overheat. It wasn't likely, but it could happen. She checked breathing and heartbeat before nodding to herself, noticing a tiny throb in her head warning an oncoming headache.

She cast a glance to their campsite. They had moved quite close to it. she stood and removed the meat, which seemed done, from the flames, keeping them close enough to keep warm but not hot enough to burn. She then re-wetted the cloth and returned to Len's side, sitting cross-legged. Gingerly, she touched her nose, which had bled enough to coat her face, and even down her neck, staining her shirt. It wasn't broken, to her relief. Using the wet cloth, she began to wipe her face free of blood, awaiting Len's awakening. It never took long, not unless she wanted it to, but she'd let go fairly quickly this time.

(( Oooh I knew that. Well, I didn't, but hey. I do now))
((Saira can keep dinner warm : D ))

[Omio]

Pain. Lots of it. Neck - sore. Shoulders - sore. Gut - most sore. Memory - fuzzy. Headache - present and strong. Reaction time? Not existant. His eyes didn't open for a while, though he groaned, upon coming to. He'd rather be out like a light yet. He coiled a bit more from his position - he couldn't feel his face at all, either. He didn't blush at all, either - he merely ended up a bit depressed, though his face didn't reflect his emotions. It merely reflected the pain he was in.

What... ...happened...?

(( Oh, joy, slight amnesia. ))

[WolfEnchantress]

Sarora let her mind wander off into a hundred directions, never really focusing on any of the thoughts that came to her mind. She yawned, the only movement she made in a while. If she was paying closer attention, she would have been able to tell, if only barely, that Saira was in a fight of some sort. But she wasn't, and therefore, probably for the better, had no clue.
She waited.

**

Len groaned, and Saira immediately dropped the rag halfway through her cleanup job. She rose to her knees with a slight gasp-even sitting for that short time had allowed her muscled to tighten and grow painfully sore. She hadn't fought like that in a long time.

"Len?" She asked, concern seeping into her words. She rose to her feet and stumbled with the sudden rush of dizziness before fetching her cloak. From within it, she took out a small vial of a honey-colored liquid and returned to him.

"Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better, I promise," She said, offering the small glass container to his lips. She'd no idea what it was-Len probably would if she'd shown him, it was made from a bunch of plants-, but it was a lifesaver in situations like this, relieving even the wost of pain to something very manageable.

[Omio]

Dream-honey. A good pain reliever, but it had one nasty side-effect you paid for later: Nightmares. He had the energy to move, but barely, as he slowly grasped the vial, and popped the lid open, before getting 5 drips into his mouth. He knew better than to overdose on this stuff; it was POWERFUL. Nonetheless, after that, he closed the lid, shaking his head a little as he began to get up. Some of the bruises were showing; they were a bit worse than even he expected.

"Thanks, Saira... ...don't be scared if I wake up a few times in the middle of the night, though." ...Dammit, I'm going to be yet another bother... ...and to think I got beaten so easily... ...dammit...