Wrestling With Luchadors[Amaranta, Sola]

What the hell? He was totally caving in now. Asserting dominance was fun, but it was clearly abundant after the flurry of hits against his frame that he was trying to survive, resorting to his arms to shield her attacks. It's no good. It's not fun. She didn't mount him to turn him into a punching bag, even if she understands the strategy here. Survive and live to see another day. He couldn't die here, after all. Even so, it's not the approach Amaranta admires. Where is the antagonist that decided to fuck with her at random? Those petty insults? That's what she desires. Winning no matter the cost. She seizes him by his bruised arms, aiming to slam them against the ground as she leans in, peering into bruised eyes.

"Oi. Didn't you just say you were gonna have me eating dirt one day? I'm not going to keep bashing your head in. You ain't my personal punching bag, even if I get the intent here. Sometimes, you just gotta push through, no matter how strong your opponent is. Just like in the wastelands."

And then, she does something to annoy him. To play with him. A peck against the cheek, leaning her entire weight against his frame. To her, it's all about drawing out more than what she's seeing now, presenting an opening for him to do something. Maybe he views it as disgusting. Maybe he gets aroused. She doesn't care. The leonine woman wants to see more than what she has now. Even some bark will do.

"It's a shame. With some improvement, you'd actually be my type."

He could tell he was a hard-headed sort, but she wasn't going to stand for letting him play the long game. If he was half of what he said he wanted to be, then she viewed him as something far more capable. Dominance was only entertaining in tandem with resistance. She wanted absolute victories. The minor ones mattered little.

Kabasm!

He gave up trying to mess around with his arms to protect his face, she'd seemed to ease off anyway. Instead he put a hand against his side and charged a cero. No point shooting it at Amaranta though, he shot it right into her pretty little thing she had going on here. That's what she got for dragging him into her house firstly. More importantly, he wasn't strong enough to even roll her off him so he needed to have a little extra force.

Like an explosion below him to try and lift her enough so that he could take her stable position away and flip her.

"I don't care if I'm your type or not."

Sure she was cute and all but Sola didn't want to be her type, If he was going to get with her then it'd be a challenge. He wanted to be as far away from her type as possible and still get her at the end of the day.

There it is. The defiance she's looking for. To her, it really isn't about him being her type. If she truly wanted him at the moment, then she'd take him. There was little more to it than that. Nothing complicated about it. Any man trying to bark up her tree has to meet her criteria. Currently, it's clear Sola isn't there, but he's entertaining right now. He's displaying that bark she was humored by in the wastelands. The cero carries out it's intended purpose as Amaranta is flipped off of his body enough to create a distance. Landing on all fours, Amaranta's grinning from ear to ear. Good, good. She's having fun now, far from offended at the damage the arrancar had caused in her place.

"Oh? That's a shame. You're pretty cute when you're barking at me like this."

She's clearly fucking with him, it's evident in the mocking tone. Like a predator, she's already waiting to see what he'll do next. Sure, it might mess up her abode a bit, but that's secondary right now.

Yeah, he was pretty good looking. He didn't need her to tell her that and now he was going to climb that tree, he didn't care how but someway he was going to get the goal she'd put before him now. So he stood up and grabbed at his shirt, let's get this thing off here as he threw it off to the wayside and reached into his pocket of his pants. Still there? Yep, good.

He's not gonna bark at her, he's going to bite her. So he leaned forward in an attempt to match her all fours before pouncing with his sonido like a sprinter that was off at the sound of the gun. He lunged into the air above her and kicked off the ceiling to collapse on her. Arm were hastily trying to get under her shoulders to lock behind her neck while his legs tried to coil around her knees and ankles to lock them up.

Just to really emphasise his inner dialogue here, he did in fact try to bite the bitch on the back on the neck. Hollows apparently got tougher by eating so he'd just try and dig his teeth into the piece of chocolate he was trying his best to hold down.

A wide smirk lines her lips as she sees him throwing off his shirt, matching her all-fours stance, sprinting in for an attack. She already recognizes that she can handle him pretty easily, and that's obviously no fun for her. if it isn't challenging, then it isn't entertaining. From now on, until he's up to par, she'll only use about half of the force she'd naturally exert, since she isn't trying turn him into a punching bag again. Already, he's collapsing from above like a mad beast, vying for position.

Now, this is her idea of entertainment. He's actually asserting himself by trying to lock a lion in place. Since it's no fun if she repeats what she did earlier, she's offering enough strength to make it difficult, but far from impossible to hold her down. She's about to speak up to taunt him, but then something happens that causes her to raise an eyebrow. He was biting into her neck. First, he'd landed a haymaker against her lady part, and now he was resorting to biting. How adorable. It really did remind her of a rabid beast.

"Well now, did I hurt you so hard you started regressing or are you just trying to get a free sample? Come on, I'm not gonna let you get it that easy."

The next moment, her hierro is setting in to resist the penetration of his teeth. It's all a game to her. She wasn't at all fazed by him trying to leave a mark. It was bold. He was trying to add bark to that bite. Shifting her body backwards, she's now trying to press him back through pure strength. If he wants to taste some chocolate, he'll have to do something to impress her. As of now, he's simply not there yet.

"Come on. Let's see how far you're willing to go to sink your teeth in, doggy."

Damn, she was really playing annoying right now wasn't she by not letting him bite her? He'd need a new tact to beat her so he gave up on trying to resist the pressure that she was putting on him. Eventually it'd just lead with her breaking his arms anyway and Sola wanted to keep those in a decent state for now.

He rolled to the side and scrambled to his feet with focused eyes on her. He'd tried biting her, no good. Probably wasn't any good to attack her in the groin anymore either. No good.

Was he really just going to make this a challenge of outlasting her? If he could tire her out and make her waste all her energy then she'd be a wimpy little pussy cat crawling around meowing instead of roaring.

"Hey, you're supposed to be tougher than me right? I bet you can't do a cero that could blow up that outside."

Sola changed the topic from their fight to point in the distance. It was a pretty decently sized rock formation that could easily be twenty metres high and a good width.

"I mean, I'm sure you couldn't. It's not like your Kizuna or anything. She's way tougher than both of us. That little rock formation, boom. Gone at the snap of her fingers."

Take the bait you bitch was what went through his head as he tried to bait her into stupid decisions to make his life easier. Be an idiot with an ego and too much pride with too little to prove.

"What're you goin' on about this time? I'm having fun right now~"

Amaranta blinked curiously the moment Sola relented on his attempts to bite into her neck. Following the luchador with her eyes, she listened to him voice what may as well have been a challenge in the eyes of the burning lioness. Turning her head towards that rock spire, Amaranta rolled her eyes at the mention of that woman he kept on going on about. Man, he really knew how to kill the mood. Kizuna this. Kizuna that. It was already enough that she was being challenged, but being told she couldn't do it compared to someone else?

Well, that almost made her punch this snowflake out of reflex. Rising up, she gazed towards him and then that rock. Way tougher than her? Hell no. He was probably hyping her up like a fanboy or something. The leonine woman certainly had nothing to prove to a woman she hardly knew, but she always longed for a victory on all fronts. She wasn't going to back down even if it was obviously bait. Pride comes before the fall, or however that goddamned phrase went.

"Ya think so, huh? Heh, just watch me, then, snowflake."

Stepping out, Amaranta extended her arms forward, generating a significant portion of energy into a cero. Of course, she was far from adept, and so what she produced and launched towards the twenty meter formation had caused a slight dent, and nothing else.

"...Shit."

Now this bastard was going to laugh it up at her expense. Like a fool, she'd casually revealed that her one weakness was the ability to produce effective beams of energy. Even so, she wasn't about to admit that to him! Without even giving him a moment to commentate, she's producing several more haphazard beams that, quite simply, aren't amounting to anything, as if they were more akin to bala than anything one could call a true beam of destruction.

"Damn, is that it?"

He said through a smug grin. Now he didn't actually expect her to just suck at using cero, it suited him better for Amaranta to not be very effecient to deplete her stamina and energy reserves a bit which he wanted so really it was just the icing on the cake.

"Okay so just tell me when you want to give up on breaking that rock, then we can resume fighting. I can't do it because I'm not really good with cero but I'm happy to sit here and watch you keep practicing. You know I'm learning so much right now."

Learning what not to do and how to use his brain a little bit more. He didn't have that in his conscious mind though, it was just an instinct that helped him come to that conclusion. So if she was happy to keep wearing herself down and throwing away her energy into something that wasn't him, he was happy to take a seat behind her and get a nice view of her dumb ass from behind.

God he was so clever. Kizuna's gonna love to hear this story, right? Maybe he can trick her like this too. Food for thought and always worth a shot.

Pride was a bitch, and Amaranta was certainly allowing Sola's plan to go smoothly simply based on her own ego. This girly looking fuck was probably having the time of his life right now, watching her make a goddamn fool of herself. Even so, he wasn't even the first thing on her mind, and as much as those comments agitated her - she wanted to blow that damn rock formation down and show him who the true apex predator really was. Exhaling softly, she repeated the process again and again, working herself into a sweat and a gradual exhaustion as she fired cero after cero in rapid succession.

There was no grace to it, no technique, and as expected, the result ended the same as it did several times before. Dent after dent, but far from anything that was truly effecting the formation's foundation. A punch or two and this thing would go falling down. So why couldn't a goddamn series of cero bring it down!? To hell with admitting she couldn't destroy it. After several efforts, the exhaustion was building up, and the energy drain was becoming noticeable, but if she could hold on to one damned piece of ego, she wasn't going to let him see that.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, snowflake. This is probably better than anything you've ever done..."

Winner winner chocolate dinner, or something like that. While she made a total idiot out of herself Sola enjoyed the view until he assumed he had waited long enough. What could she expect otherwise, really? This was the same guy that took advantage of dirty tactics such as crotch shots and shoving dirt in her face. So of course he would wait until she was thoroughly exhausted and said something before he took advantage of the exhaustion weighing on her body, mind and spirit.

So she said it was better than he'd ever done, he was already using his sonido to jump a little above her. With all the speed of a bullet he kicked her in the back of the head like it was a nice soccer ball on the green. Ideally he'd knock her out with that super kick to her head or concuss and daze her. He was looking for a decisive win on this one. She might've took their last bout but he was happy to even the score a little bit.

Then if she went down like a sack of potatos he could really have her wake up really mad.