Wrestling With Luchadors[Amaranta, Sola]

Amaranta was honestly pretty impressed by the grit this arrancar, Sola, had displayed. It kind of reminded her of her old days back when she was a mere cub trying to pick fights with those who exceeded her several times over as far as power was concerned. She could have left him out in the cold in that wasteland, but where was the fun in that? He got in a pretty good sets of blows, took knees to the crotch like a champ, and fought till the end. It reminded her of those entertaining movies she'd been watching. Some tough upstart trying to make it big, and they eventually do through hard work and tenacity. Did that make her a little sentimental? Maybe. She wouldn't admit. Point of the matter was, she brought him to a cave since her house was some miles away, and she wasn't in the mood to make a trek all the way back.

Amaranta had actually set this cave up to retire into beforehand after she trained hard enough, but she didn't particularly mind having a house guest. There was a fire in the middle to keep warm, created by yours truly, and there were a couple of portions of meat she brought along that she grilled and cooked along the flame. Leaning against a wall, the leonine woman started tapping away at the luchador's head to strike him back into the conscious realm.

"Oi, oi. You awake yet, Sola?"

Amaranta chortled at Sola's reaction and the accompanying expression as his eyes surveyed the cave they were settled into at the moment. She wasn't an empath by any degree, but she could certainly see that fire in his gaze, as though he were rearing to go for a second time to restore his honor. He finally got one thing right, though. Chocolate Cake. Not a slice. Good boy. Brownie point one for the luchador. Kizuna... the name sounded interesting. Did she happen to be another Arrancar that Sola picked a fight with and got his ass kicked against? She could ask that question in a minute. For now, the leonine woman shifted her head to the side, avoiding that punch with relative ease. She'd gladly fight him again, but half of the purpose in bringing him here was to propose just that. Wasteland visits and throwdowns to level the guy up so he could REALLY give her a show. She shot a hand back in response, pushing him down for a moment as she handed him some food to chew on to calm him down.

"Oh, shut up. You think it's easy for someone my size to find outfits in this realm? Least ya' called me cake this time, so progress. Anyway, yeah, it's me, and not Kizuna... though the name sounds a little interesting. That another one you picked a fight and got handled by?"

Amaranta would pull another piece from the warm fire in the center as she leaned against a wall, offering for him to find a place to get comfy so they could talk.

"If you're wondering where you are, it's just a cave I set up in the area. if you run fast enough, you'll be back in those wastelands in no time'. As much as I'd like to fight you again, I think you and I know you're no match for me right now. And... That's precisely why I brought ya' here. Willing to hear me out, or does the chocolate cake gotta spit some more mud back in your face?"" She quipped with a grin.

"Whatever you say, Twink. I'm not tryin' to keep ya for long. From the sounds of it, sounds like she kicked your ass pretty good, and now ya' want to get back at her, or fuck her... or both," she humored, shrugging her shoulders with quiet curiosity, unfazed by being called a skank, chewing on the food he ignored. She already got a feel for this guy from their battle. A shitstarter who enjoyed picking fights and testing their overall limits as a fighter.

In a way, they sort of held a similarity or two, but his felt far more reckless, far more do or die. He could have theoretically been turned into paste if Amaranta was truly trying to kill him. Her blue eyes curiously followed his hand movements as she tilted her head. Of course she knew what it meant.

Big breasts, huh? Well, that wasn't a lot to go off of if she wanted to meet Kizuna, but that was neither here nor there. Something about being a second thought irked her, but she kept it at bay.

"Nah, I would've purred if you put up a fight. I might of even crushed your pelvis. Alas, you were pretty lame outside of those crotch shots. A real bore." She grinned in his direction, flipping a middle finger in his direction.

"Stupid insults aside, I was impressed, though. Put up a good fight despite the difference in skill. So, I'mma shoot it to you straight. You like starting shit, and I like starting shit to entertain and test myself against strong enemies. Shit talkin' aside, I think your pretty cool'. So, I figure... why not fight each other more often? Not spars, but battles that test you every damn step of the way. Free combat for no price at all, especially when your bored and others ain't tryna' deal with your shit... You followin' me so far or you still fantasizin' about your crush?"

"That's not what I meant, how would you even begin..."

How did one train their pelvis, for one? The leonine woman contemplated that idea with genuinely legitimacy. What was he going to do? Pelvic thrust exercises? She supposed he clearly missed the implication, but she wasn't going to press that any further. She simply chortled in response. Funny kid, this one was. Definitely someone entertaining to keep around. And judging by that reply, he seemed fine with the idea. He was right. No need to ask. A real predator took what they want. Shaking her head, another chuckle following, she leaned in flicking a finger across his head. She seemed to understand the language he liked speaking. Fists and kicks. None of that negotiating.

"Straightshooter, heh. Just like I like it. Friends with benefits is certainly one way to describe it, snowflake. But, If it's a promise, I'll hold you to it. I'm going to keep fighting you until actually kick my ass."

Amaranta rolled around, languidly stretches her arms out and canted her head to the side.

"Well, I guess that's that. You can stay here and admire the view, leave, or start fighting me again. None of those options are particularly disagreeable to me."

Ho, well now. It looks like the snowflake had chosen his option. Out into the frying pan and back in, eh? Well, it's exactly ss she says. She finds no option disagreeable, and the thought of asserting dominance over this feminine-lookin' luchador is too enticing to pass up. The tackle is an interesting choice, though, and Amaranta finds herself playing along as he crashes into her tall frame.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sola is already reigning down a series of blows against her face. Using her exceptional physical strength, Amaranta lets those blows ring true as she hands seized his hip, attempting to forcibly rolling him forward so that she's mounting him like she owns him, aiming to disrespect and entertain. Striking him across his face with a fierce haymaker, the leonine woman chortled.

"I see you've chosen your answer. C'mon, entertain me pretty boy."

And like that, she's throwing out her own flurry of strikes to that stupid face of his. His climb to the top ain't gonna be that easy.