Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time [Dominique]

[Doc]

Doc saw Enver throw a punch, and then he witnessed that tell tale straightening of Minx’s backbone. Doc winced in a giddy manner. Enver just pissed Minx off. He saw minx speaking.. But due to the din of noise in the room, he couldn't hear what Minx said to him. But he did see the lightning fast move as Minx grabbed him, threw him up and slammed him down. The crunching snap of a broken bone was heard.

Ouch. He grimaced. Then he grinned. “That’s my girl!! Show that prick you wont take that ****!”

Doc wore a proud look as he said to the person next to him, “That’s my kid.” His tone was proud. “I learned the hard way, not to piss her off. I guess he did too.” He snickered.

But Enver managed to get back up, on his broken leg. ****. Doc figured Enver healed it automatically. He was about to call out to Minx it was alright, that she had the upper hand, when Enver retaliated. Doc wasn't sure what happened. Minx seemed off. Hesitant, even. That was not like her.

What the ****!? Had Enver managed to break his Minx?! Oh **** no!

“Focus Minx! You’ve got this! It was a lucky shot. Wait for your kill shot!”

[Dominique]

And then no surprise he comes barreling at her for more. As if he can afford to blow out a couple hips at his age. She wondered what it would take. HOPE and LESS went for him. As  she did his hands found the space needed to get at her face and …seriously. He went and pulled that move? Once again she was in the dark like Cubby was known to put her in for entirely different and rather twisted reasons. Of course, this hardly had the same effect on her. But she was familiar with it enough that she could shake it off and use the force within her which was strong. Visual field gone would just take a little adjusting to. Lights were now out and she stumbled around before gaining her footing once again.

“That isn’t going to gain you any leverage if you are grabbing what isn’t yours and poking school girls in the eyes.” She growled at her missing her shot to get her hands on him. It was still early in the fight. She could bounce back. Anyone that knew her counted on her to do just that. "May just need to relieve you of your other leg."

[Enver Marshall II]

"I was surprised I even got anything to grab, sweetheart. You're a walking carpetner's dream up top." Okay, so maybe she wasn't that flat chested, but the little girl lady liked to **** talk, just like the old man who must be her daddy. Yuck. That was what was wrong with the world today. Girls and 'daddy's.' Enver shook his head and moved in for another punch at the lady girl, only to feel the pressure of his leg buckle as he moved again, and the one that she managed to break a handful of seconds ago, shifted and he was going face forward. Into her...chest!

Enver tried to push away from her, or rather, push her out of the way, but instead he found himself face first in what was more than board material and he couldn't help but grumble out, "******* hell!" As he tried to regain his footing and get away from the girl lady. What a ******* night.

[Dominique]

She couldn't see him coming or where he was going to land but she certainly was ready for the distance between them to close up. Once it did and he face planted into her chest she took full advantage of the opportunity to strike while she could. HOPE and LESS came together quickly with the force of the jaws of life trying to extract the living from a metal tomb. Her hands delivered a bone crushing impact that had the sounds of more pops and snaps giving way beneath her fists. She let that work for him while she stepped back regaining her distance needed to prepare for his next move. Blind but hardly defeated she was feeling things were balancing out rather nicely so far.

"You seem to have trouble finding your way out of my tits." She clearly appeared to be blind as her head moved just enough to the side so she could draw in the air and the clues around her. He would be a fool to think this was slowing her down. His leg and ribs were just the beginning. "Let's try this again, shall we?" Her fingers wiggled as if she was no where close to lacking patience that went with certain defeat.

[Enver Marshall II]

Punches were not his thing. Enver learned that this round, and wasn't going to try that again. No need for a third time to give him the result he already knew was coming his way. Instead, he went with what seemed to work. Powers. Since she was as blind as a bat, though could feel just fine with his face in her chest at some point, Enver reached up and grabbed the side of the lady girl's head and focused on giving her one hell of a night to remember with a nightmare she just couldn't shake off for hopefully the rest of the night. Hey, he wasn't above pulling out any card to win, at least he still didn't hit her!

You cast a lingering illusion on Dominique, which taps into their deepest fears and plagues them, dropping their willpower.

The crowd was starting to go restless, apparently broken bones and gouged out eyes wasn't entertaining enough and soon they started to boo, and complain about wasting their bets on the wrong match. "Hey, ya Hollywood Has-been-****! Fight like a real man, or let the lady kick your ***!" Someone tossed something at the metal cage that surrounded the arena, causing Enver to look. Had that been a shoe? Tough crowd.

[Dominique]

The clasp of his hands had her head flooded with the nightmare she thought had been worked out of her system, nearly forgotten but it appears that was not the case. The shots rang out all over again, the scents of the night came to mind and the sound of a voice she had not heard in so long came to her head. The crowd around her roared in disappointment but it was no match for the one between her ears cursing her for what she was. He had no place there anymore. She would not accept the words, the condemnation, the pain it could deliver if it took up residence.

Instead anger started and she countered. She struck out with the spin of her body that had the violent force centering in her foot as it connected with the side of his head. The impact left a tingle working up from her toes to her hip as she landed. It was another crack that confirmed she made good use of her move.

"Be careful. There is more where that came from." Just as she finished her warning taunt a splat of something soft and juicy hit her in the head. Was that a tomato? "Who the **** threw that?" She called out ready to add them to her list of *** to kick.

[Enver Marshall II]

So, Enver had to keep distance between them for two reasons. The first, she was kicking his *** in hand to hand combat. The second was because she was jail bait. Not for a single second did he want anyone getting a picture of him grabbing or motor boating her 'tits.' Jail was not a great experience for Enver, no mater how much he tried to shrug it off and play it as no big deal. One too many times he got a broken nose, or a battered chest, like tonight.

"Three feet rule!" Enver said before he started windmilling his arms around like an airplane, the broken leg being shot out, whipped around like a pissed off cobra trying to find an escape route. The crowd had enough of it and started throwing more things at the cage, and calling the match 'rigged.' He didn't care, no way was he getting a picture in the tabloid being anywhere near lady girl's tits, even if his hands smacked her, anywhere and everywhere as they came propelling at her.

[Doc]

“Focus!” Doc called down to her, but mentally he spoke to Dominique. ~Minx.. Remember how you bested me. You plotted, and planned. You lured and executed.~

Doc began to wonder, was it within ethics of the games to send to inspirational thoughts? Was he wrong for telling her to buck up?

Doc cast his gaze around the ring. Was there someone within their midst that was damning her, as he was praising her? Sure he could tell if he read every single mind. But should he? No.

Enver started.. what the actual ****? Windmilline? What the hell was he doing? That was a grade school gesture. Really?!

“Shake it off. Dom… you have this! You have his weakness in your grasp.. Strike!”

[Dominique]

Sometimes one of the sense being gone meant the others strengthened. Dominique had to only hope. She was banking on it in fact. The follow up to her round house should have been epic. A back and spine snapping pile driver to the floor perhaps. What did come was anything short of a bizarre version of Drunken Monkey Kung Fu that truly had no true place in her move to hit him. Especially when he was applying his own, which she could not see. If she had she would have been torn between putting him out of his misery or laughing her *** off. Either way neither of them managed to connect with the other. If only the same could be said for the crowd growing volatile around them. Tomatoes were quickly upgraded to oranges. Just when she decided to give up on her wobbly and gross motor movements that had her resembling a chimp that just climbed out a barrel of one hundred and twenty proof bootlegged liquor a hard piece of metal hit her.

"Now we are getting somewhere!" She wasted not time going after it. It had to be a weapon. She could shoot a fly off the side of a barn from eighty yards with her eyes closed. Okay, so maybe not quite that but pretty damn close. "Pretty sure that isn't from one of your fans." She pointed out as she took what she discovered in her hands. She knew what it was all too well.

[Enver Marshall II]

People were getting pissed off and maybe if Enver were a betting man, he'd be pissed too. this was not the fight of a life time, hell, not even the fight of the century. People were not getting what they had paid for and it was riling them up.

More things were thrown in their direction, some soft, some paper and some that made some clanging noises as it hit the ground after being bounced around. The people wanted blood, not broken bones. He heard her say something, then make a move for something shiny. If she got a weapon and he didn't, well, Enver would be up **** creek. Guns were a good friend for him, something he was familiar with handling in a lot of ways. He spent most his nights building them, not necessarily using them, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to shoot the machines that could kill, if he wanted it to.

Enver tumbled into a lot of garbage and splashed around in it like a fish out of water, searching for anything. Something! Tomatoes, oranges, cups and then finally, a gun! He grabbed it, rolled on his side and let off just a couple of shitting* bullet rounds, right in lady girl's direction.

You fire a few rounds at Dominique, and one of the bulletshits* them in the shoulder with a thud, knocking them back.