[Log] Challenge to Six
Neither one of them were getting out of this unscathed, but Urania had expected nothing else. Remy had underestimated her, but he was a larger man than she was a woman. - even if he was still a small man - and he packed a hard punch. Her ribs were bruised at the least, she thought as she rolled her shoulder and waited.
It was supposed to be a fight to knockout, his idea again, but the roughness of the match almost necessitated informal “rounds.” She’d caught his knee with her heel with her last kick, putting most of her power behind it, and Remy was with Eli, seeing if it was dislocated. It wouldn’t be. She hadn’t had the right angle for it, but it was going to slow him down, and he was already a slow man. The limp was going to let her win.
Urania straightened off the post when Eli nodded, reaching back to make sure her growing hair was still tied back and twisted up. She didn’t trust Remy not to be a hair-puller when it came down to it, and muay thai was already vicious enough without being eight year olds about it.
They danced around each other. Urania was doing most of the dancing, of course, both of her shorter legs still uninjured. And she was faster anyway, fast and small and knew how to dodge and duck and get in strikes when Remy didn’t expect it. That’s what made her better, but it also had a downside, because it made Remy angrier. His rank was slipping away from him, and to a woman who was a hundred pounds soaking wet and barely over five feet, and who’d been a Four since she was twenty. He hadn’t challenged her four years ago when he’d been aiming for Four himself, but he also hadn’t watched any of the Threes that challenged her. Her skill with swords was well-known; but few knew that she was nearly as skilled at hand-to-hand.
Nearly.
The blow that sent her to the floor was aimed for her shoulder and landed, but that wasn’t the end of it. Urania barely had a moment to narrow her eyes at the vicious grin on Remy’s face - just what was he doing? - before he shoved again and her arm cracked against one of the ring posts with the blinding pain that comes with a fracture. “Try another Six,” he hissed in her ear.
Like hell. She couldn’t put weight on her arm, but she surged up, catching him by surprise as she slammed her knee into his crotch and then followed it with a hard heel to his knee that finished the job she’d started earlier. It might not be the most legal maneuver, but God, was it satisfying, and she smiled grimly as he swung again, stumbling on one knee. His back was to the post now, and Urania knew how to end this. She spun on one heel, giving him her back, but before he could grab her to attack, her good arm went back with precise aim and as much force as she could manage. Remy’s nose crunched under her elbow, but a broken nose wasn’t what ended the match.
It ended with the dull ring of his head smacking against the post, and Remy Lazaresco sliding unconscious to the floor. Urania stumbled forward, finally letting herself cradle her arm to her chest. Six.
[[OOC: Remy Lazaresco is unconscious and Urania has a broken wrist and a cracked rib or two. Isaac probably gets to be first on the scene, after that, have at it.]]