Fight Scene- Nick VS Shay

Kay, the only thing you really need to understand for this is that Shay's wings are invisible. XD That's... about it.

Characters (c) Me... and Genie. XD *Shot*

“Oomph!” the man fell backwards, slamming hard against the ground.

“And once again, the win goes to Dane!” The man grinned, but it was forced. Dane was too good; nobody was willing to fight him anymore. And for good reason. At six feet, seven inches, the man stood formidably over the rest of the crowd. “Does anyone else want to challenge the undefeated champ!?” Probably not. Dane was rough with his opponents. He hadn’t broken anything, but he’d left a few bruises. The crowd was silent, some people glancing doubtfully at each other. “Nobody wants to face Dane in a sparring match?”

“I’ll spar,” piped a voice from the crowd. There was some movement as someone made their way to the front.

“Finally, a challenger!” The man exclaimed. “Well, let’s get a look at you-” He stopped short, his eyes widening. The challenger was a girl, for one thing. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and her green eyes sparkled challengingly. But she was so small! She looked to be about five feet tall, and the baggy sweatshirt did nothing to emphasize her height. “um… What’s your name, miss?”

“Shay,” She answered, pulling her sweatshirt off over her head. Under it was a white tank top with a low set back.

“Are… are you sure you want to fight, miss… Shay?” She wouldn’t last two seconds against Dane.

“Well, I said I was gonna, didn’t I?” She dropped the sweatshirt on the floor, walking out to the center of the floor.

“Well, erm… Dane can be a real tough opponent, he-”

“Look, I said I was gonna fight him. I’m aware of how tough he is, ‘kay? It’s my problem if I get hurt, so quit acting like my mom. Who is, by the way, way more cool than you’re being.” His face reddened, making it evident that he was unaccustomed to being spoken down to like that.

But she ignored him, making her way confidently out onto the floor.

“Erm, right. Okay, three, two, one, let this match begin!” He stepped out of the way, now eager to see the mouthy teen get whipped.

Shay assumed a fighting stance, shifting her weight to her knees, lowering her center of balance. Her hands moved to her front, one defending her chest while the other was curled into a fist. Her eyes focused on his arms, though she was carefully taking watch of his legs.

Dane didn’t wait for her attack, he was gonna finish the runt off quick. He roared, lunging towards her with exaggerated movements. He brought one fist down to her face, and she quickly sidestepped, twisting with quick, small steps until she was behind him.

Without slowing down, she shifted, her short steps cutting off abruptly as she delivered a kick to the back of his ankle, then twisted to nail the back of his knee with her palm. He let out a howl of surprise, falling backwards as she struck him off balance. She leapt out of the way, a grin crossing her face as he fell to the mat with a reverberating thud.

The announcer was speechless, his dropped jaw evidence of his shock. Dane. The insurmountable Dane, the one who’d been fighting almost every day undefeated, had been decked. Worse, he’d been decked by a puny teenager! And she hadn’t even broken a sweat!

Shay turned around, glancing amusedly at the announcer’s stunned look.

“So I guess I won,” She commented, smirking. “Anyone wanna spar me? Genie-wa? Oh, Richard! I’ve never seen you fight!” But Richard shook his head.

“And there’s a reason for that,” He answered smiling. “I’m horrible at it.”

“Aww,” She whined, putting on a sulky face. “You’re no fun. Micky?”

“Pfft, last time I fought you I was sore for a week.”

“I’ll fight you,” Offered a voice from the crowd. Shay glanced over at the boy, curious. He was tall, about five eight, with dark hair and an olive complexion. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen, and his skintight top left little to the imagination.

Struggling to ignore the heated color that had sprung up in her cheeks, Shay dropped back into her fighting stance, giving her head a quick shake to clear it.

“Your name’s Cheyenne, right?”

“Just Shay.”

“Right; Shay, got it.” He smiled, dropping into his own stance. “Mine’s Nick, if you care.” She smiled, nodding.

“Ready,” The announcer cast a quick glare at Shay, then an encouraging glance at Nick. It was clear whose side he was on. “fight!” He scampered out of the way, turning to watch eagerly.

Neither of the two moved immediately, each waiting for the other to begin an assault. Finally, in an almost hesitant attack, Shay moved towards her opponent, curling her hand into a fist to deliver a simple punch that she hardly expected to land.

Nick reacted immediately, grabbing her wrist and moving to deliver a kick to her stomach. She twisted to the side, avoiding the kick while simultaneously wrenching her hand free of his grip. As soon as she was loose, she whirled to face him. He had charged, and was getting ready to deliver a punch. She leapt off to the side, stumbling as her balance left her. But she skidded to a stop, turning to face and scamper towards Nick, who hadn’t quite reacted to her previous dodge.

He looked back just in time, leaping up over her fist to land behind her back, where he planted a blow in the center of her back.

Shay let out a cry of pain, barely managing to somersault to wind up on her feet. The second her feet were on the ground she dove off to the side, cartwheeling to escape a kick. She dropped low, shifting her weight to her knees, waiting for his next attack. Her breath came in short, harsh bursts, and sweat trickled down her face. Studying Nick gave her the small satisfaction of her not being the only one getting a workout.

Nick’s already tight shirt was plastered to his chest, and his toned arms shone with sweat. Some of his hair was plastered to his face, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re not half bad,” He commented, smirking. “Maybe I’ll lose.”

Instead of answering him, she took a deep breath of air, charging him again. But this time she had an idea of what she was doing. She shifted her weight right in a subtle feint. Nick took it, leaping to the left. Fish bait. The second he moved, she shifted her weight back over, spinning into a roundhouse kick that connected with his shoulder. Finally, a hit! The sheer force of the blow sent him skidding backwards, a grunt escaping his lips. He clutched his arm, leaning forward significantly to keep from losing his balance.

Taking advantage of the first blow, Shay followed up the move, charging him again. But this time, he was ready. She aimed a kick to his chest, hoping the simple move would be enough to send him to the floor. Immediately he abandoned his arm, grabbing her leg with both hands. Her eyes widened as he spun her around by her leg, sending her flying across the room.

“Oomph!” She crashed to the ground, skidding a couple of feet until she came to a rest. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and the breath had been knocked out of her. She gasped for air, forcing herself to sit up slowly.

But then Nick was in front of her, offering her a hand up. She stared blankly at it for a second, briefly incomprehensive of the gesture. Then she offered him a weak smile, accepting it. He grinned, pulling her to her feet while simultaneously wiping sweat and damp bangs from his forehead.

“Nice fight, Shay,” He commented, his grin widening. “I haven’t had one that tough since… I don’t know, awhile.”

“Same,” She tested her knees carefully, silently grateful that they held, allowing her to keep some of her dignity.