The opponents carefully sized each other up. The people had placed

their bets and were getting restless. After a few minutes he finally

started to approach her, and she started to back up slowly. The

predatory look in his eyes made him that much more intimidating. She

continued backtracking until her back hit the wall of the cage. His

clenched fist found its mark, hitting her solidly in the abdomen. She

was actually lifted up by its force of impact. He delivered three more

devastating hits in succession, each one finding its mark.

He backed up slightly, this time aiming for the face. This time

however, she managed to block his shots. He tried once more, and

missed completely this time. Satisfied that he had hit her four times,

he backed up to the center of the ring. It made sense to be cautious,

for no one made it this far into the tournament by chance.

Once more, he approached her. He aimed for her flank, and delivered a

devastating kick. His shin found its mark, and she made an audible

grunt. He delivered four more kicks, hitting her on opposite sides

each time. After the last kick, she actually ended up slumped on the

floor of the arena, clenching her sides and gasping for breath.

He could have continued attacking her, but he wasn't absolutely

ruthless or unchivalrous. She wasn't like most of the opponents he had

faced. There was something different about her, but he just couldn't

put his finger on it.

He backed up and gave her time to recover. After ten minutes, she got

up but with difficulty. She looked into his eyes brown eyes with her

own large sea green eyes, and seemed to smile and thank him with them.

He tried his best not to let her gesture effect him, and focus on the

task at hand. Once again they resumed their fight. This time they

carefully encircled each other, looking for an opening. Once again, he

went for her face, and once again he missed. She seemed especially

concerned with her face, much more so than the rest of her body. That

made sense to him however, given her angelic features. He decided to

focus on her body once more, his reasoning being twofold : he would

feel less guilt hurting her that way, and he would be dealing with a

large target. He spent the next several minutes pounding her

midsection and flank areas once more, eliciting painful gasps and

groans from her. Once more, she ended up on the arena floor, holding

her bruised abdomen and flank regions. again.   His chivalry granted

her a few minutes reprieve. She got up and backed up to catch her

breath. She looked into his eyes once more. They almost had a

mesmerizing quality to them.

They found themselves approaching each other once more. Oddly enough,

she took the initiative this time. He had always favored using his

fists, so once more he aimed for her face. She had anticipated his

move however. Not only did she successfully avoid his punches, but she

initiated an attack of her own. Placing her hands on his shoulders,

she brought her knee up forcefully and connected solidly with his

abdomen. She delivered seven rapid shots in succession, each of them

accompanied by a feminine gasp or grunt. Still in pain from his

earlier onslaught, she backed up once she had delivered her seventh

hit.

Her move surprised him, but given his chiseled physique it hardly

phased him. In fact, her knee had hurt more from the impact than his

abdomen had. She needed to rethink her strategy. By know she knew he

possessed tremendous strength, so exchanging blows with him was going

to be out of the question. She didn't have that much time to think

however, as she saw him come towards her once more. During the next

five minutes, her body was pounded in the flanks, abdomen, and back.

His blows were beginning to hurt more this time, causing her to scream

and cry. Her girly cries and screams were the most feminine sounds he

had ever heard, and they had this strange effect on him. He couldn't

help himself, he had to back up and give her time to recover.

She spent the next fifteen minutes gasping, crying and moaning on the

mat. Her magnificent and curvaceous body was starting to bruise up

considerably, with blue and purple spots covering her natural bronzed

honey colored skin. This only added to his guilt. How could he

possibly hurt such a magnificent creature ? His combined sense of

guilt and chivalrous nature was causing his head to spin. He tried his

best to block out the feelings, telling himself that he needed to

focus on the task at hand. Once more the opponents approached each

other. This time however, she had come up with a new strategy.

By now, she had learned more about the nature of his attacks. When he

tried once more to punch her in the face, she ducked downwards, and

did a leg sweep. He fell downwards and backwards, landing on his back.

This took him completely by surprise, and he was stunned momentarily.

She sensed this as well, and knew she only had seconds to act. Jumping

into the air as high as she could, she came downwards with all of her

weight and landed with both of her knees on his midsection. Since he

hadn't had time to tense his abdominal muscles, her sculpted knees

made quite an impact, and she heard him groan and grunt audibly.

Having knocked the breath out of him, she repeated her move twice

more. This time, she also felt the pain, but unlike the previous time,

he felt the impact of her moves much more than she did.

She had expected him to be incapacitated much longer than he actually

was. After about five minutes, he got up and shook off the cobwebs.

Was he indestructible ? Again they approached each other, somewhat

cautiously this time. He took the initiative once more, and this time

managed to connect solidly with her face, not once but twice. Despite

his best efforts, he held back when punching her. He just couldn't

bring himself to hurt her in the face that much. However, his ego had

been severely bruised, and she still needed to be punished.

She couldn't believe it. He had finally managed to punch her in the

face. She screamed out an gut wrenching 'aaaaaahhh' when she tasted

her own blood. He had managed to cut her lips open. She tasted her own

blood, and it had this strange effect on her. Her lips weren't

bleeding profusely, but enough that she spent some time licking her

own blood until her lips stopped bleeding. She could also feel them

beginning to swell. She locked her eyes onto his once more. The look

in her eyes had this uncanny effect on him. They almost begged him the

question : 'how could you ? how could you cut my lips open and make

them bleed ? especially someone as chivalrous as you ??" She started

to cry again. Her eyes had welled up with tears, and they were soon

flooding down her high cheekbones, and onto her pouty lips. She now

tasted her tears and blood at the same time. Suddenly the look in her

eyes changed. They changed from a look of sadness and violation to one

of a predatory nature. It was now she who was approaching him. Any

trace of fear in her eyes were now gone. She made this primitive

scream and charged him, and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to

his face, followed by a drop kick. He landed flat on his back, and she

followed up by jumping into the air and landing on his chest with the

balls of her bare feet. It took a few minutes for him to regain his

senses, and when things finally came into focus, he saw her standing

on his chest, looming down at him, her arms crossed on her chest.