>>5188467>>5188468>>5188471>>5188493>>5188589…this wasn’t ever gonna be a fair fight, was it?
Well, that’s too damned bad for Pierce. Two can play at that game.
He leads in with a one-two combo, aiming high before jabbing at your midsection. Rubber squeaks on metal as you pivot away, side-stepping to riposte with a jab towards his side. A kidney shot! The driller recoils with a grunt, but recovers to make a kick aimed towards your extended knee.
You leap back, skidding back towards a pile of crates. Friction stops you before a nasty crash, but you have barely any time to recover. Pierce presses the advantage, charging in with a haymaker to knock you flat across the platform. Who the fuck is he trying to impress with that?
The attack comes from a mile away, and you make an easy enough dodge. The wind of its motion brushes almost gently across your face as you lean into the attack, and take another shot at his ribs, then a kick towards his groin. Even as it connects with a pained wheeze, he retaliates with an uppercut, smashing your guard into your face.
You beat a retreat, maneuvering through the platform to put a cargo pallet between you. With only three inches and about a dozen pounds of muscle over you, you need the time to think and plan. He curses, ultimately forgoing a leapfrog motion to come around the side.
“Hold still, you slippery fuck,” hisses Pierce.
You meet him head-on, body angled to meet his charge with a shoulder check that would’ve made Alex Ovechkin blush. He stumbles back, the wind nearly knocked out of him as you sweep the leg. But as quick as throwing a chain, his heel catches your foot, and stomps your ankle. The bastard recovers quickly, steaming and hissing mad as he puts his weight down, and slams you onto the platform.
By some miracle, your back takes the worst of the fall, leaving your head clear enough to see the next move. Pierce catches your reflexive kick, and twists hard. He gets a scream, but not as much as he would’ve liked, and he stopped just short of fracturing the bone. He lifts a foot, steel-toed tip aimed towards your groin as his goons cheer raucously.
You twist at the last moment, cursing up a storm as it smashes into your thigh. But you trap his leg in a scissoring motion, and pull him down to the platform. You tumble over each other, smashing into cargo loaders and other assorted tools. A finger gets into your ear, and a thumb comes dangerously close to your eye. You bring your knee repeatedly to his gut, but he clings onto you like a demented limpet.
His size and weight gives him an advantage. But you’re fighting with knees and elbows, which brings it back to you. You bloody his lip with an elbow strike, and knock at least one tooth out of alignment. Pierce snarls, drawing a razor from his belt, and nearly extends your award-winning smile all around your face.
“Are you fucking insane!?” you growl, recoiling back. "The price for maiming a PUEXO pilot-"
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