Get It Straight ( Adam )

[Adam Silver]

He wasn't known as the Counter-King of the streets for nothing, no the move was planned every motion in a fight for Adam was planned despite his shortcomings as a man, as a fighter he was certainly something unparalleled. As she yanked his fist past her body she'd set him up to trap her. As he fell back his right arm would loop around her neck entirely using that left hand that was pulled to garter and catch his own wrist locking his arm around her like a padlock and pulling hard. The action itself was probably one of the hardest fighting moves to break out of, one had to be flexible and on even height level with the one imposing the lock, which gave Adam a stern advantage.

A crushing blow to the ribs would be reduced due to this lock the the force itself would make Adam go into a stance of labored breathing catching his breath while he firmly held the lock, it was probably his best chance at beating someone who was all around stronger than him.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Well this was a definite predicament she found herself in, unable to really get out of the hold due to the fact she was so much smaller than he was.

But that did not mean she would stop trying or give up. He thought he was stubborn? Pft! Jerking her hand free, she did not hold back now when she slammed her fist into his stomach, rapidly drawing it back to slam it once more into his ribs.

She was hoping that strength would play into things here and get him to loosen up on his own hold long enough for her to slip free. Though she was betting with the amount of force she had just used he would end up on the ground, with her atop him.

Whatever got her free of his hold would work for her. She was not being picky in this situation.

IF for some reason he did not go down and he did keep the hold then she would have to resort to more deviant tactics, though she was hoping to be able to hold those back for now. It sucked never having a good fight these days.

[Adam Silver]

He grinned victoriously as his grip around hr throat tightened further cutting off her airway. Yeah Adam might not have the abilities as far as Kevala had them but he knew how to fight and even if it meant playing dirty though in Mixed Martial Arts this was a common maneuver for finishing opponents. Now Left Adam with the curious predicament that would spell out his victory which was.

A) Keep holding onto her till she passed out, and risk certain rib damage.
or
B) Drop weight into back and mess up her pretty face and probably give her a concussion.

For now he'd stick with A. allowing the blows to crush his ribs with each snap, but with the lack of air flowing in her lungs it was inevitable that the hits would weaken with each blow and for that he was thankful despite the hard time he was having with his breathing.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Okay yeah, breathing was getting much harder to do given the grip he had around her neck and the way it cut off her supply of air. Fuck, she hated being so small sometimes, but what could she do?

Honestly there was not much, and she knew well that just because a person was weaker in strength did not mean that they could not win.

Not that she really cared all that much, instead she was rather impressed. Heh. Go figure. She knew when she was losing and she took a bit of interest in the fact he was a determined fucker, even if he was a perve.

Drawing her hand back once more she would feel a gust of wind forming about her fist, the power of her bracelet activated with the spike of her emotions that he brought forth.

This time when her hand collided with his ribs, her hit had the force of the wind behind it. Though all in all she was indeed growing weaker. Her only thought was that she was gonna have to give him her fucking name. Awww.....

[Adam Silver]

*Crack!*

the force to his ribs with that last punch undoubtedly broke something as Adam felt the blood surge from his lips and spray forth unto the back of Kevala's top. Yea he wasn't cleaning that up. With the force Adam felt himself slowly drop, his grip still firm so he'd bring Kevala down with him to his knees as he jerked his grip once more extremely tough to get her to pass out. If she did so he'd release and fall back exhausted managing to hold his ribs keeping them from caving in.

He couldn't move, and breathing was hard. Quickly he'd notice the surrounding presence of the track team overhead. Apparently they'd been there the whole time watching keeping just enough of a distance to not be involved when the coach suggested he take them to the school Infirmary.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Just before she passed out, she felt that spray of blood over her back, the warmth of it soaking through her top. She may have lost this one but in the end he had taken more damage.

As he hit his knees she in turn felt that grip continue, dragging her down with him and soon enough causing her to lose what bit of consciousness she still clung to.

Her small body being released as he rolled away, her own form falling onto her back and laying there as her breathing finally came back to her.

Unaware of what was going on around her, she was soon picked up and carried into the school, laid out upon one of the beds in the nurses office. There was not much they could do for her other than give her time to come back from the state he had put her in. She was otherwise unharmed. Which was good. At least she would not be in pain when she woke up like all the other times before, at least not more than a sore neck.

Slowly, after a bit of time spent regaining her breath and the blood flow back to her head, she would start to shift, her eye lids fluttering open to look up at the florescent lights that hung over head.

A little hiss of pain as somebody had removed her shades and the light in turn hurt her pale colored eyes. Turning her head to avoid the brightness that shone down upon her she looked about to see where he was, sure that he had been brought in here to. She did not forget the feel of his blood on her back. She had damaged him, rather badly at that.

[Adam Silver]

Breathing as it was certainly was the most difficult part of life now. As he woke up with a ragged cough in the medical room of the school his chest ragged coughing in certain pain holding his chest which by this point was now wrapped in a tight band. His fingers raised up his ribs gently feeling each one of them wincing as he did so. Certainly they were broken but there were no tears from this man. An uncertain shrug as he pulled himself out of bed roughly sagging to the side as he looked about.

Nobody there, what a surprise, there'd never been anybody in his life why should he feel anything now. A short grimace as he stepped up grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head with sheer pain. Each shift of his arms letting the light shirt drop unto his skin he'd wince.

Eyes trailing to the patch under the bands seeing the horrid purple color.

"....bitch."

Adam would murmer seeing the girl in the next row over a small sheet covering between their "rooms". Slowly a grin would appear, at least he'd won that match. Still meant Adam was a badass. A shrug as he'd slowly make his way out of the room would he be stopped or be allowed to make trouble once more.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala heard that little murmur of a word and just grinned in response. Somebody was up and somebody was not too happy. Not that she could blame him...he had won, she would give him that, but she had done the most damage in the long run.

Fucker should have let go of her head.

As she felt the wave of pain and then heard the sounds of him moving she would push herself up to sit on the bed before slowly letting herself drop down to stand, her head feeling a bit light at first and making her grip the table for support, though she was quick to regain herself and push away from it toward the door.

As her icy hues fell over him she would tilt her head and cross her arms over her chest lightly.

"So you always leave before you get your prize?"

Her brow raised, unsure what this guy was all about..but now more curious than ever to find out.

As she sauntered over toward the door, clearly moving faster than he could, she would cut off his exit and press her small hand flat against his chest.

"The name is Kevala Katashi...I figure you will need to know that if you are gonna be taking me out to dinner."

She nodded, in a very matter of fact way. She figured the guy had just beaten her badly, the least he could do was take her out to eat. Right?

Not moving from her current position she cast those icy hues up to his own as she waited for a reply.

[Adam Silver]

Limping was an easy enough way for sympathy, though with a chest wrapped up and the girl back in front of him blocking his way, yeah right about now he was screwed. He could take the chance of fighting her again and probably wind himself up ass back in the bed he'd just taken the initiative to rise out of or he could stay quiet, hell maybe she'd not pms all over him this time.

"So you always leave before you get your prize?"

His brow would raise to match hers feeling the heated palms scratch against his chest. The good part was however she wasn't tugging a rib out. or perhaps thats what she was intending to do should he disdain her offering.

"The name is Kevala Katashi...I figure you will need to know that if you are gonna be taking me out to dinner."

A mild tinge in the back of his head as he remembered the fact that he was considering taking her out. Well rather more like just a quick lay, he wasn't the sort to get into relationships; which always ended in a man's balls shriveling up and becoming pussies.

"Mmmm Dinner, how about I take you to a club, get some dirty dancing and sex."

He wasn't much the charmer but Adam wasn't a liar either, blunt and to the point people knew what he wanted and thats how he liked it.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She giggled softly and reached her hand up from his chest to brush against his cheek in a gentle and somewhat soft manner.

"Alright. Works for me I suppose...."

She grinned and leaned up, a brush of her lips to the corner of his own before she bounced back away from him. She honestly didnt figure the "date" would end with sex, but then she was more interested in actually getting out of the freaking house and having fun for a change.

Seemed like every time she went everywhere bad things happened. But then this could not possibly go wrong. Could it? Heh.

As she stepped back to allow him to leave, she would cast her eyes up to him and smile a bit more as she brushed her tongue slowly over her lips.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I could always use some decent fun and some amazing sex. If you are sure you are up for it."

Ducking into the nurses office she grabbed a pen off the nurses desk and then darted back out, grasping his hand and writing her number down on it along with her name.

"Call me.."

Pulling back she placed the end of the pen between her teeth and lightly nibbled upon it...casting him one last look before she would move to stand against the wall so he could leave as he so desired.

[Adam Silver]

He feigned ignorance, twas a specialty when people considered you dumb, for all she'd get is a monotonous stare back as she seemed to giggle like the free spirit he'd expected. No wonder she'd lost, he wouldn't have been able to do the same thing, not after something like that.

"Alright. Works for me I suppose...."

She'd move out of his way a curiosity to him made the man linger there for a moment, had she just agreed to such a controversial statement, hell he'd only gotten away with something like that a few times before and more often than not the people thought he was joking, she had to be one of those people. She'd learn well he kept his word.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I could always use some decent fun and some amazing sex. If you are sure you are up for it."

A low grunt would be heard the speculative idea of simply bolting, this girl might've just been a hyper maintainence one or a psycho stalker.

"Call me.."

A grimace as he stared at her chewing on the pen, of all pet peeves he wasn't allured by it but rather found it rude. He'd much rather she suck his.....yeah Adam would shrug his way out leaving the girl to her business a cradling hand on his chest.