>>19524341"I used to see you that way, for a long time. But not anymore."
>[Sola can't think of anything else to say. But she finds herself smiling again in genuinely enjoyment when Priscilla talks about if their roles has been reversed. If Sola Fire was the WWA World Champion... huh.]"No closed fists, okay. 'Purple Warrior', got it. Ha-ha-ha, whatever that is. Huh, 'Gustavo'... I know that name. He was on the stream from the hosp"--
"Uh, nevermind. Yeah, our own counts."
>[With one last deep breath, Sola centres herself, and the two lock up.]Sola can't help but notice Priscilla's attire... 'is she trying to psych me out?' Bouncing off the ropes, Sola ducks a clothesline, but is caught on the rebound with a jumping back elbow. Maybe it was an uppercut. Whatever it was, it hurt. 'Get your head back in it, Sola. This chance doesn't come around often.' Sola scrambles to her feet, backing into the corner where Priscilla is immediately on her. As Sola gets pushed back into the buckles, the look in Priscilla's eyes make it clear this is no sparring match. Sola eats a pawing right at her face, but blocks the left, and ducks under a third. She risks it all and --
CHOP.
One knife edge, right across Priscilla's ample chest. It rings out like a gunshot in the empty gym, and time stands still. Priscilla eyes grow wide, and if there was any pain it is hidden behind something else. Is Priscilla going to fight her, feast on her, or f... well, the fight continues. Sola plays rope a dope, attempting a low kick which Priscilla expertly checks. Striking is not going to work, and Sola isn't willing to bust out her surprise just yet -- she's saving that one for Amy, so it's time for a new tactic. Sola lowers herself and leaps forward, attempting to catch Priscilla with a quick roll-up pin. Bending Priscilla onto her shoulders, her arm buried tight between Priscilla's legs, Sola starts mentally counting.
