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Johanna_Amalia: I smile as I look around the room. The halls were full to the brim. On the left side, people huddle around a large fireplace that casts light and, most importantly, warmth into the rather cold room. I sit on a windowsill, my hair flying out in the cold air. I turn to look over my shoulder, and the stars are shining bright tonight. The moon wove gentle light down onto the quiet courtyard below. The Castle city had grown quiet by this hour. Only up here, light still shone out from the halls into the surrounding darkness. I enjoy the cold of this early summer night that tugs at my back through the shimmering green dress. I have a book in my lap. I am not the most social; feasts like this one take a toll on me. One could guess that, considering that I sit far away from the main part of the party. But that would change soon. I am slated to fight soon. Bare fist versus bare fist to solve a dispute that the men and their egos couldn't. The Von Hessen had been offended by some distant house of the Greeks. And we do not stand for slander, especially not from those false Romans. I tug a strand of my golden hair behind my ear and jump down from my elevated position. I wonder who my opponent is. I swallow hard as I move back to the crowd. This will start soon. I moved back to where I left my cup with my Mother and sister and quickly emptied the Wine I had left inside while waiting for a servant to refill it. The leader of this Fighting Society, Lady Maria, rises from her seat at the centre of the table. I smile politely to the servant who refills my Cup swiftly, and I slam it all down in one swift motion. The fight is about to be announced. "Today we are to settle a dispute..." Lady Maria speaks the room quickly falls silent as her voice cuts through the noise of the crowd. "Our first contender..." she points at me. I quickly fix my posture, straightening my back and lifting my chin as those present and not yet passed out drunk turn to look at me.
Johanna_Amalia: "The young Lady Johanna von Hessen is here to defend her family's honour..." I give a courtly curtsey to the room, lifting my gown a bit as I do. I smile confidently and nod as my opponent is about to be announced.
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Bold_catfighter_Lina: The heat of the fire is a poor substitute for the sun of my homeland. I stand close to the hearth, letting the flames lick at the silk of my sleeves. Cyprus clings to my bones still – the scent of jasmine, the weight of ripe olives, the warm breath of the Mediterranean. Here, in this German castle, even in early summer, the air bites like a reproach. I do not shiver. I refuse to. My fingers trace the gold embroidery on my cuff – a small cross, stitched by my mother’s hand before we sailed west. She told me to remember who I am. A daughter of the Byzantine Isle of Cyprus. Not a barbarian. Not a slanderer. The hall is a sea of pale faces and darker furs. They stare at me as though I am a curiosity. A Greek woman. A Byzantine. I hear the whispers – they think I do not understand their tongue. But I have learned it. I have learned their words for whore, liar, false Roman. That last one stung most. My people have held the eastern throne while these Germans painted themselves blue and worshipped trees. My cousin Nikolaos touches my elbow. “Do not shame the family,” he murmurs. I pull away. The men could not settle this with their grand speeches and their sealed letters. So now a girl must bleed. Very well. I have watched the women of Cyprus defend our hill villages with stones and kitchen knives. I have broken a boy’s nose for calling my father a tax-collector (true, but offensive). My hands are smaller than Johanna von Hessen’s, I think. But I am faster. And I am angry.I am shorter but stockier. I glance across the room. There she sits on her windowsill, golden hair blowing, a book in her lap. She looks like a saint from one of our icons – serene, untouched. But I saw her gulp that wine. She is afraid. Good. So am I. Fear is just the body preparing. Lady Maria rises.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I'm wearing a burgundy dress, with the sigil of my house and I slowly slide off my shoes and drag my soft steps across the room. I set down my cup – spiced wine, too sweet, but it warms my throat – and roll my shoulders beneath the embroidered green-and-gold tunic. No dress for me. I wear a man’s riding coat, belted tight. Let them scoff. A skirt will not save my ribs. “Our second contender,” Lady Maria announces, and her hand sweeps toward me. “Lady Lysandra of Nicosia, of the House of Dositheos, here to answer the slander cast upon her kin.” I step forward. I do not curtsey. I place my right hand over my heart, then lower it – a Byzantine gesture of honour. My dark hair is braided tight against my skull. My eyes are the colour of Cypriot copper. “Let the dispute be settled,” I say, loud enough for the rafters to hear. “Flesh to flesh. No steel. No lies.” I clench my fists and my knuckles look white. I slowly bring them up and start moving towards you. "Fight!" Lady Maria announces. and I move closer to you narrowing my eyes
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Johanna_Amalia: I scratch my forehead as I see my opponent step forward. Lysandra? What an interesting name...I turn to my mother and scoff, "Sie weiß nicht mal, wie man einen Knicks macht..." The tension is growing amidst the crowd gathered to watch us solve this. I look at my Sister Anna, she has fury written on her face... we are fighting because one of the Cows of house Dositheos stole a marriage from us. Poor Anna was meant to marry a high Byzantine noble, but now she is here and eager for me, the Older sister, to claim vengeance. I give her a big, wide smile. "Ich kann das, Anna, versprochen..." My mother gently pulls on my shoulder "Unterschätze sie nicht, Kind, Hochmut kommt vor dem Fall." I give my mother a small smile before I slip out of my shoes as well and leave her at the table. I glance sideways and can see you waiting for me to turn towards you. I leave the book in my mother's hands and now step towards you and muster you up and down, wonderful. I scoff at your choice of clothing, so inelegant. I shake my head, but that skin texture, the tan to it, is quite fascinating and like nothing I have seen too often. I let you feel my distaste, though, make sure the pride glows out of my blue-hazel eyes. I throw my hair behind my shoulders, letting my locks curl behind my head. "Nice to meet you, Goat... I fear you will look even worse once I am done with you.." I smile at the end. Lady Maria gets upset with me for delaying this by taking my time, and finally calls for us to fight. I put my hands up and keep my distance as I start to circle you slowly. I take a half step towards you before moving back, trying to keep you guessing with my footwork... my feet hidden by the falling green gown are a mystery to you, but I must be careful not to trip down. As I have my hands up in an orthodox guard, the guard falls down from them, making it look quite elegant. "I feel merciful today, why dont you try and hit me... Metus te tenet?" I ask with a smile on my face..
Bold_catfighter_Lina: You scoff at my curtsey—or rather, at my lack of one. I catch the words you throw to your mother. She doesn't even know how to curtsey. I bite the inside of my cheek. Let you think me a barbarian. Let you clutch your German manners like a shield. A shield can be broken. I watch you move. The way you slip out of your shoes, the way your gown pools around your feet like a green tide. Clever. Hiding your footwork. But your eyes give you away—you glance down once, twice. You are afraid of tripping. I file that away. Your sister, Anna, glares at me from the table. The "bride" who was promised to a Byzantine noble. The marriage my cousin allegedly stole. I do not know the truth of it. I do not care. Politics is a spider's web, and men are the spiders. We girls are merely the flies. But tonight, I will sting. You approach. Your hair is like spun gold, your eyes like a winter sky. You are beautiful. I hate you for it. Not because I envy beauty—Cyprus has taught me that beauty fades, but a sharp tongue and sharper knuckles last longer. No, I hate you because you look at me like I am something you scraped off your slipper.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: Lady Maria calls for the fight to begin. You raise your hands—elegant, practiced, orthodox. A dancer's guard. Pretty. I raise mine too, but lower, looser, my weight sinking into my heels. My feet are bare. I kicked off my shoes the moment you did. A small mercy—the stone floor is cold, but I have danced on Cypriot marble in winter. This is nothing. Metus te tenet? Fear holds you? You ask if I am afraid. In Latin, no less. Show-off. I begin to circle left. You circle right. We are two wolves, tails up, ears flat. The crowd exhales a held breath—I hear the clink of cups, the rustle of skirts, a man coughing into his fist. Torchlight flickers across your face. You look confident. Relaxed, even. I dart forward—not a wild charge, but a sharp, short burst. My right fist snaps out, a straight punch aimed not at your face (too obvious, too easy to slip) but at your raised left forearm. I want to jar your guard. Force you to react. My knuckles connect with your sleeve. The impact shivers up my wrist. Pain, bright and brief. I ignore it. I smirk. I drag my right foot on the floor swiftly and swing a right hook to your chin. COme on Northern whore I whisper to you, I'll make you my goat girl.
Johanna_Amalia: I see you coming for me. You look eager. That makes me wonder who I agreed to fight tonight. I know that fighting is about the mind as much as an actual physical contest... I was never too strong, but I like to think my wit carries me quite a way through. I try to look like I have understood it all, like I am calm and unworried by your approach. The stinging cold creeps up on my bare feet, travelling high into my legs and to my heart... it's good, it gives me energy and stings like small needles. I drag my feet around the dark stone floor, which is quite uncomfortable beneath my soft soles that are not used to this. I see you come through me, and I get ready to duck out of the way of your straight jab. But you dont aim for my head but for my elbow instead. You hit against it with your hard knuckles, dragging, digging, pushing against my bone, as a small creak is heard. My guard is up, leaving me open, as my right is out of line, exposing a path to my head. I can feel a bite of pain cling to my arm as your fist pulls back into a resting position, wanting to rock my world with another attack. Then it comes forward a Hook. I still have my head clear. I avoid it by stepping back, causing it to whish into the air. My feet scramble beneath the green gown. I avoided the first real attack, but it is clear you intend to bite and hurt me tonight. "Pff, I am no whore! And no mountain goat like you are" I spit back at you louder then your whisper. I can hear the first person gasp after the first punch has landed and the follow-up missed. I try to pay back my hands back in position I move into you again trying to close the distance before you recover from that miss. My right shoots up at your face a hook like the one you just did, aimed at proping your own guard, but more so in keeping your hands up high. As soon as my right leaves, I try to swiftly dig into your side with my left, performing a body hook aimed at your ribs.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: You see me coming. Good. I want you to see me. I want you to know exactly what is bearing down on you. My first punch clips your elbow. I feel the bone shift beneath my knuckles—a satisfying creak that travels up my arm. But you do not crumble. You step back, and my follow-up hook cuts nothing but air. Clever girl. You are faster than your gown suggests. I hear your spit-back: "Pff, I am no whore! And no mountain goat like you are." Louder than my whisper. The crowd gasps—not at your words, but at the first landed blow. They are hungry now. I see their faces in the firelight, flushed with wine and anticipation. I do not have time to smile. You are already moving into me. Your right hook comes at my face. Sloppy but fast. I raise my guard—and block your attack. But your left hand is already digging into my side. The punch slams into my ribs. Not the soft floating ones—lower, harder. The blow folds me slightly, a sharp crack of pain radiating through my torso like lightning. My breath leaves me in a rush. I stagger one step to the side, my right arm dropping, my left hand clutching at the spot where your knuckles found their mark. This is different. than pain from blows while training This is intimate. Your fist against my body. Your hatred made flesh. I grit my teeth and curse you... "defututa"....MTC
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I try to ignore the pain in the ribs and stand my ground feeling my toes gripping the cold stone. I slide closer to you and fire a straight right aiming at your chest at the upper part of your concealed breast hoping my knuckles will cause you discomfort by hitting some nerves there. But I want it more personal. Sliding my right foot under the long dress my left fist swing up for something like a shovel punch to your belly, a personal strike knowing that giving birth to children who grow in the belly are women's greatest honor and I want to strike you there. My eyes full of hatred facing you
Johanna_Amalia: Things are really getting started now. I can feel a drum beat rising inside of me, loud and clear, and for a moment, I cant hear the crowd. I just see you and think of how badly I want to see you ruined on the floor. I move in and know that I need to hit you! Or else this fight will have me leaving the initial phase as slightly worse for wear. I strike out, and my left aimed upwards just hits right off your guard, a small burst of pain spreads along my hand. Hitting somebody with your bare fist is quite a sting! But then my right hits its mark clearly, and my knuckles smash into the side. I can feel my fist press into the coat, which makes it harder. It was very smart of you to wear something like this... But still I can feel the rattle the brush on you as I sink my fist into you. That crack, audible only to us, means I must have hit something right. You grunt and stagger. I can hear your air escape you, and I chuckle, "Haha, weak Greek whore did you really think this would end well for you?" I'm back on my feet after I hit my mark. I know that this will just make you even angrier and will give you energy for now. I feel a growing confidence awaken within me, but we shall see if it swells or is snuffed out by you. You go on your counterattack. I knew something was coming. You are too fierce to buckle from one punch. You swing for my chest, and I am lucky that I can bend backwards just a bit. I have a keen sense of balance that helps me avoid it. My boobs are quite sensitive to both pain and pleasure. But if you move in again, I can see and hear your foot drag across the stone right under my gown. I dont know what it does there, but I smile. I have a plan. I lift my right foot up and stamp down hard on it... But then your bare fist strikes into my belly. “Mmph—!” I gasp out loud, moments later, the breath leaves my air as I buckle over “Whuff— haaaah…” I try to breathe and give you a big shove with both my hands, trying to gain some distance.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: You stamp down on my foot, and for one white-hot moment, the world narrows to a single point of agony. My toes crunch beneath your bare sole—the delicate bones grinding against cold stone. I bite back a scream, but a ragged gasp tears from my throat instead. My knee dips. My vision blurs at the edges. That clever trick of yours—hiding your feet beneath your gown—has paid its toll. I shove you off me, stumbling backward, my injured foot dragging, unwilling to bear my weight. Each heartbeat sends a fresh wave of fire up my ankle. I grit my teeth until I taste blood from my split lip. I feel my punch hitting your tight abs and I hiss angrily... I step back feeling my foot sore as I step on it on the cold stones of the floor. "Whore' I whisper to you "Damn you"
Bold_catfighter_Lina: You shove me back and I take 2-3 steps back away from you. I shake my head and reset my guard. "You fight dirty von Essen whore" I hiss at you and move faster this time towards you, my burgundy dress whooshing as I move. Getting closer to you I swing my right for a straight punch to your dirty mouth and follow it up with a left hook aiming at the side o flour right breast eager to strike another symbol of your womanhood as I try to stay close and keep the pressure on you
Johanna_Amalia: I stamp down hard on your feet, and I have a wide smile as I see you fighting for control with yourself. I wink at you, I want to hear that sweet, sweet scream leave your mouth so bad. I smirk as I can see you dip and that breath spacing you, what a weak girl. Then you stumble backwards, with a slight limp in your step. I can see you bite on your lip, but it's more than a bite, more like you are chewing it, hard, until blood bursts from it and starts to trickle down just a bit from your mouth. I keep silent as you taunt me, and I shove you some more. You seem to have caught your bearings as you shake it off for now. "It's von Hessen, not Essen!" I shake my head in disbelief at the audacity to call my family by the wrong name. That leaves me distracted, concerned with the fact that you seem to be too stupid to even pronounce a name correctly. Your fist swinging right for my head, though, sure is a wake-up call as I try to raise my hands, but I am too surprised....a loud WHACK sounds through the halls as you hit me right on my pretty face. You aimed straight for my mouth; thankfully, my mouth was closed.... but the hit rattles my jaw. As my head is forced to snap back and I stumble backwards, “Aaargh—!” I take a step back- “Mmmph— haaa… can’t see straight…" I mutter as my vision is a blur, I luckily manage to avoid the second strike you had cooked up by my hands, managing to catch your hand and slip it sideways just in time. Cheering is heard as you land such a clean and powerful hit on me. I shake my head now and lick my lips, tasting coppery blood on my tongue. I keep holding back for a while, taking steps backwards to avoid being close to you, as I try to at least be ready to react in time if you come close to me again. "Verfluchte Dirne!" I shout at you in German, not knowing that you understand me....
Bold_catfighter_Lina: My foot is still sore from your stomp. I curse you through gritted teeth but I come back at you. I try to hide the pain on my foot and move back at you fast. My first punch catches you by surprise and I feel my knuckles hit you square in the lips. Your head bobs back and I smirk with satisfaction for clocking your head. A clean shot there shows I have the advantage here. But my second punch misses as you move back instinctively. " Lupa scelerata!" I yell back at you as you curse me in German. My cheeks are flushed and have turned red from anger. I try to focus on the fight and insulate myself from the crowd around us, cheers and shouts from relatives and friends. I try to keep my forwards movement and not let you recover from my punch. I want tp push you back and I can see you stepping closer to the edge of the long table. "LUPA!" I yell at you releasing something like a war cry as I get close enough. I flick my right fist feinting another punch to your face. My right foot is in front of my left and I try to use my footwork hoping your attention is on my fists. I lift my left foot off the floor and swing it to deliver a quick low kick with my sole to your right shin. I can't kick high in these clothes but probably this low level push kick can hurt you and disturb your balance. Then I quick jab my right fist aiming at the bone between your breasts in an effort to hurt your breathing and make you spit air, I see it a bit exposed over the upper rim of your dress and it has attracted my attention as a targetI breathe out hard as I swing my fist. Hoping to start hurting the German girl and taking the fight out of her
Johanna_Amalia: You wiff the second punch right past me, and I am glad to have some distance for a heartbeat. "More like a wolf in sheep's clothing!" I retort sharply as I feel the adrenaline ebbing my pain. A ring in my ears still betrays the impact your direct hit had. I breathe deep, trying to recover as best I can before you close back in. Scheiße, you close the distance fast, and are right back up at my face! Then you flick your hand again, right soaring up. I cant react in time, still stunned, but luckily it's a feint, and you then raise your feet for a kick. I can see you move your body, a shift betrays its intention before it comes out. I dont know where that kick is going, but currently I am caught reacting, and I cant have that, not after the hit you just landed. I move in before your kick pulls through as I smoother the distance the kick is more of a weak graze that does make me sack just a tiny bit. I reach around you, trying to grab that wonderfully tied braid with those lush black strands of hair, and then I pull hard on it as hard as I can, trying to jerk your head back. With my right pulling your braid. My left meanwhile tries to do the devil's work and deliver a short hammering gut punch into you, a bit weak from the non-existent distance, but still like a hammer shooting down upon an anvil. "Leo non curat de opinione ovium." I whisper into your ear as I hope I can show you and the crowd I am not out of this just yet!
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I fire my kick hoping to hit your leg and break your balance making you easy target for a punch. But you move cleverly and instead of trying to avoid the kick you step forwards and my foot hits your legs with much less impact. I grunt nervously as you get close to me so I can feel your breath and I can see your facial features from a close distance. You move fast and I feel your right hand on my braid. The braid is a symbol of nobility and chastity in my place. GRR! I growl at you feeling a deep sentiment of insult in your hair pulling attempt. You yank my hair and force my head tilt back, my face grimaces in discomfort. Your short range punches make me gasp as I can't see them to block. I take a step back as I hear commotion in the room. But I know nobody will dare to intervene. I move my left hand to bring it on your exposed throat and grab. it with my fingers. I squeeze it hoping this will give you something to worry about. I slide my left foot and try to touch your right foot then try to grind my left heel on your toes as a payback for your earlier stomp and at the same time I throw two short range hooks with my right to your ribs hoping to bruise them and disturb your breathing. Tu, meretrix sordida! I growl at you in a louder voice cursing you and trying to energize myself with the curses
Johanna_Amalia: I am glad it calms me when I see you suprised by me moving into close close range. I giggle like a little girl would as your head is forced back from my pull on that braid of yours. I can see in your eyes fury darting alive. I seem to have you all the more angry with this good. I can hear them to the people gasping muttering about my dirty play. Your darting eyes betrayed that you looked and listened to them. I catch a glance at your cousin Nikolaos as he roses from his chair and is grappling the table in anger. I wink at him and blow him a little kiss before returning my focus fully on you. You move you hand to my throat seems you are ready to get dirty yourself in this fight good. I feel you slide your foot under and at mine first a soft touch as your toes brush against mine. They mingle for a second as they rub again each other I have a feeling i know what is coming and I manage to slip my right geet out just as you push down escaping that attempt at payback. What I can’t avoid is your fist hammering into my ribs twice I can feel a shake go through my ribcage “Hrrrngh—!” I yll out at the impact. “Mmmph—! Hrrk… hrrk…” I grit at my teeth as the second punch sinks in in quick succession. I look at you with vengance in my eyes I try once more to stomp down on that feet you wiggled under my dress. I then try and pull you back harder again trying to set up your chin for an uppercut coming with my left that had been busy on your rips now shooting upwards trying to hit you really good and shut up your cursing.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: Your grip on my braid makes me hiss in rage. I feel it getting loose and start unfolding losing its perfect shape for which our servants spend hours to achieve. I grab your throat and give it a menacing squeeze while trying to push you back a bit. I need to make you relax teh hold on my hair as it has made my hair tilt into an angle I cannot see the action of the fight. and my neck muscles are getting sore. Once more you take advantage of my attempt to stomp you. My hardened heel grinds against the stone floor but my move has betrayed teh position fo my foot. So you give me yet another stomp and compress my toes under your heel. I moan deeply now and grimace in pain but I quickly grit my teeth. I Hamme your ribs with my fist and bruise them good. You land a punch to my chin which is exposed in this position of my head. I hate you! I let your throat go and bring my palm on your face then scratch down at it, raking my nails on your face. I try to fight through the pain. With a guttural cry I throw my hands into your blond hair and shake your head left to right and then try to hold it bent to the right with my left hand and give you a short range right hook to your left eye with my right fist. I know I have to fight dirty to beat this bitch...
Johanna_Amalia: I can hear that sweet moan coming out of your mouth as I hit down on your feet again... I can see the pain on your face! I will teach you many a lesson tonight. I can feel your Braid loosening, oh, how you will be ruined by the end of this.... Then my punch connects with your chin, and I can see pure hatred fill your coppery eyes. "Enjoying this beating ?!" I spit at you just as your hand leves my throat. A small reprieve as my breathing is unhindered again. But my happiness is short-lived as you rake your hand across my face, your dirty nails digging into my skin, leaving some soft scratches across it, blood is drawn in some spots, and I feel tiny stings hum across my pretty, pretty face. “Oooow… blood…” I gasp out as I can feel some drops of blood make their way down. Anger is burning inside me. I cant believe she is willing to go this far! Then your hands turn, and you start throwing my head around with my hair! Pulling on my precious locks, the hair is being shaken to its roots as I can feel the burning pain descend across my scalp as you push and pull harder. Then you stop and I can see your fist coming right for my eye I move my left up from your ribs and grab you by the arm bend just in time you can feel my hand seizing around your arm bend. My fingers claw into it as I put as much pressure on it as I can. Hoping to make an impact on you through your clothing. I am relieved I managed to catch the fist in time, or else my head would be ringing and turning again. "Dumb Cow!" I sneer our into your face as I spit at you again, trying to shoot my saliva right onto your face. I decide it's time to retaliate as I step in closer and try to hit your right foot again with a stomp, hoping that my concealment through the long green dress makes it come as a surprise, but I am mostly guessing where your foot is. Then I let go of your hair, the pretty braid now a total mess, as my right instead moves to your shoulder.
Johanna_Amalia: My right grabs onto your shoulder and pulss aside the Coat and the tunic and then I move my head forward ignoring the stinging pain on my scalp as I do and bite down as hard as I can into the bare skin trying to draw blood.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: My feet feel sore from your stomps as do the root of my hair because of your yanking of my braid. You hit me in the face but your fist is small and the distance is short do it is not a devastating blow, it does make my lips bleed though. I cross the Rubicon and turn into a wildcat mode and rake my nails down your face. I want to hurt you and hurt your face, make it harder for you to find a husband with your face marked by my nails. You curse me as you block my coming punch aiming at your eyes. I grunt and yank your blond lock even harder. We're close to each other now and I can feel your breath but also your dress as you move. I feel you're lifting your foot again and I shoot my right foot sidewards widening my stance in the hope to avoid your stomp. I feel a tingle in my lower abdomen. But my respite is short lived as you surprise me by getting close and biting at my shoulder. I url in pain as your teeth sink into the flesh and draw blood. "You dirty German whore" I roar in anger mixed with pain. I let your hair go and throw my hands on your cheeks. I grab them and squeeze them sinking my nails into them and then I hook my thumbs against the sides of your mouth and pull outwards and back to force your mouth open and then pry it off my shoulder. If I manage to pull you back off me I smirk and try to swing my head and hit you with my forehead into your face trying to destroy your beauty fighting like the lowest of people, like a brutal barbarians but fueled by my hatred for you, my hair is dishevelled making me look like a mad woman, furious and wild
Johanna_Amalia: I can taste the blood as I bite down on your shoulder. The taste feels strange, but I do relish it as it feeds into me. But you dont let it happen for long, you grab onto my face and try to pull me off your fingers, invading my mouth ewwww. As I feel you fight to unhook me, I try to stay right there, with those teeth in your shoulder, but I can't keep this up. The stings on my cheeks hurt too much. I let myself be pulled of and I need some distance I cant keep this up. I reach my right upward at you, trying to rake my nails across your face, and then I take a couple of steps back, and my choice of dress finally backfires as I stumble on the green fabric and almost fall backwards, unelegantly managing to narrvolwly catch myself on the tables that surround the fighting ring. I keep my eyes fixed on you. I actually smile for the first time and blush a bit at how awkward this stumble just was. I glance to my right and see a cup of something... I grab it and gulp the fluid down eagerly... lucky me, just Wine pfff bad wine, but still it is refreshing, and I can feel the alcohol dulling my pain. I breathe hard, this is so intense, and we have been at it for quite some time now. "Water break", I say, swirling the wine in the cup as I take another sip. I also throw my hair back to make it fixed in some semblance again my right, trying to fix what you had ruined with all that pulling around. I can feel some bastard cares about my back, but I dont care for now, I have bigger issues with you.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I hiss like a maniac woman as I try to pull your face off my shoulder. Your teeth leave their marks on my skin and my shoulder is bleeding . As I pull you back you prevent me from hitting you with my head by scratching at my face. I turn my head to the side and then step back away from your vicious claws. I feel teh sting of your scratches on my face. I take some steps back panting and feeling the sting from the marks you've left on my body. I take a breather as you don't get back to me straightaway. I limp my way to a nearby table and drink some wine, then pour it on a cloth and place it on my shoulder. I don;t want my wound to be infected. I take another pint and drink, some ale which tastes like piss (what do these German people drink?) I make a disgusted grimace but swallow the ale. I need some alcohol into my body to make me forget the pain. Then I turn to face you and without warning I swing my wooden pint and throw it at you. "Break's over German swine" I growl at you and after fixing my dress a bit I take steps towards you. I move faster not to let you get away from the table much, so I can corner you there. As I get closer I swing a right punch to your left breast followed by a left hook aiming at your right cheek, eager to target teh body parts of yoru womanhood and your face again and bruise it badly. "I'll mark you and nobody will even want to look at you where" I roar at you.
Johanna_Amalia: I enjoy this little break, the brief respite it lends me. I put the cup down behind me. I can see you putting some wine on that wound...smart of her, I think. I just stare at you, breathing raggedly, then you announce that the break is over as I duck out of the way, wooden pint as it smashes into the guy that was touching my back the entire time. I smile at his misfortune. I keep one hand behind me, holding the goblet ready to use as a surprise tool. I dont run or move. I want to take you head-on, see the surprise on your face. You swing a right punch at my breasts, but I use my free hand to protect the region instead, first meeting fist in quite the painful collision. Your second punch comes to my face, and I try to get my hand up in time, but I am too slow. At the same time, you go for my face, and I, with my left, smash the goblet right into your face, wanting to ruin your face just as you are ruining mine!
Johanna_Amalia: Then your left hits my face bad my head is rooked to the side as I close my eyes “Uff—!”I gasp in pain. I briefly open my eyes while swigging my head back around and can see a worried look in my mother's and sisters' eyes. But I have it all under control; they need not worry. I turn back to you, but I am feeling lightheaded, and my cheek is on fire; your knuckles really left a mark on it. “Aaaah—Fuuuck—!" I gasp as I turn back to look at you, trying to gauge what impact my dirty attack had.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I throw t a chalice to you and then move to attack you again not leaving you much time to recover. My would looks ugly but it should be okay and it doesn't affect my movement. You stay at the table and make me walk all the way to you. I grit my teeth and target your breast with my right but once more you protect it and defend yourself effectively. Ungh! I grunt as my punch rises its target. But as a good fighter my second attack is already on its way. I swing my fist to hit your beautiful but hated by me face again. But this time the moment my knuckles hit you, I gasp as I get a glimpse of the goblet coming down to my face and getting smashed there. I must have hit you hard as for a few moments I cannot see and my forehead bleeds. A big gasp is heard in the room the moment the goblet is smashed on my face. I step back dazed and holding my face, unstable on my feet. I try to wipe the blood off my face and look at you. At first you look blurry and I shake my head to clear my vision. I look at you and my eyes are throwing daggers to you. "you filthy, despicable German swine..." I say to you in a rasp voice. I step towards you and spit at your face a mix of saliva and blood. then I throw my hands on teh side sofa your throat and in a crisp move I drag my nails down aiming at the top line of your dress as I draw red lines on your upper chest in an effort to start ripping your green dress.
Johanna_Amalia: I see you with slight darkness lingering at the edges of my vision. I can see that I got you good. "Haha, want to surrender now?" I ask arrogantly.
Johanna_Amalia: I try to straighten my back and move away from the table to come after you again. But your spit-blood mixture hits me right in my face, and in disgust, as I wipe it off me first. "You are such a goat!" I yell out, trying to voice my disgust. I can see you coming for me again, you aren't done yet.... a shame, I wonder how much more you can take before submitting. I cant believe that this Greek harlot got so much endurance if it wasn't for that little break I cheated myself, I might be done. But you are not intent on going easier on me now. You come for me, and I put my hands up expecting another punch, but instead you claw at my throat and start to tear on my beautiful green dress! "DONT TOUCH IT YOU WHORE IT WAS A GIFT FROM THE KAISER!" I yell in rage, taking me over as I drop my jaw. I need to exploit how close we are, and as you start ripping there, I will start ripping somewhere else.... I look down and scan for your feet, locking in on a target and trying to deliver a full-on stomp with all the bent up anger, just as I let my teeth dig into your throat you liked the first bite you will love the second... I go hard on it again, eager to taste more of your blood and get your hands off my dress! I also try to remember we are fistigfhting and With my hands deleiver short but hammering punches into your ribs aiming and looking for that sweet spot with your liver.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: The fight has taken a barbaric turn as we both try to destroy each other with everything we've got. I spit at you and then attack you to get my hands on the beautiful and rare fabric of your clothes which I can feel mean something to you. I scratch your body again and try to tear tour dress. I start ripping the fabric which is harder than I had anticipated. The white, pale skin of your voluptuous and curvy breasts starts getting exposed. But as I lean on you my dress is lifted and my white feet are exposed. GHHAAHHH this time I hold as your heel stomps on my foot and the pain radiates in my body. Like a vampire demon you go for my throat. The moment I feel your teeth on my skin I shriek in anger and throw my hands onto your ears. I twist and distort them and press my thumbs against them. I howl with a she-wolf and use my energy to push your head back and maybe try to hit the back of your head against the table forcing yor back to lean against it. Your punches hit my body and when you hit my liver I wince in pain and feel nauseated. Fortunately it's a short-range punch but it still turns my face color yellowish. I try to hold you on the table and lean on top of you. With a roar I try to bring my knee on the table and see if I can topple your body while banging your head against the wooden surface. I feel my dress getting ripped in parts with my bold moves but I don't care much anymore.
Johanna_Amalia: I chew down on your throat and can feel the blood flowing into my mouth. Hmm, I am starting to like that taste, but more so, I love how you react to the pain I inflict on you. Hearing you shriek like you just did is a tasty treat. I can feel you holding your ground with your feet, so I shift my full weight onto you, trying to crush and break your feet against the ground as I even step on top of your other feet. Being so close to you, my balance is kinda shifty, but I hope that between the pain from my stomping and the bite into your throat, you would be too hurt to use it. Your fist slams down on my ear, and I can hear it ring loud as it explodes in pain! Such a delicate body part being misused like this! "AHHHrghh~" My screams are muffled into your flesh as I am still pressed onto you. My head throbs in pain from every point on my scalp from all the pulling from the rest of your scratches and the two stray punches. You push my head back, and I slip off really easily, considering I had just attached my full balance onto you! I stumble, and my butt slams hard against the wooden table. The collision nocks the breath out of me as I pant and spit out blood... at least its not mine I think as I look at the red pudlle on the ground. I then can see you pushing into me and grabbing onto me, you are trying to lift me up and pull me onto the table, chairs, and onlookers quickly make space as you drag me up onto the table, my back coming to rest on it as you put your knee up. The snap of the fabric can be heard. As my back is now exposed, thanks to your ribbing on my dress, kisses the cool wood. It is relaxing if there wasn't the clatter of forks and knives and goblets as you push me up. I am in a really bad position if I cant get out of it then I am done. I reach my foot back and try to hit your now a bit exposed Pussy with a powerful kick, trying to hurt you and push you away from me.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: we're both bruised and bleeding and our dresses start getting destroyed. I push you back hard and try to hurt your head against the wood of the table. But as I start moving to go for the straddle you pull up another dirty trick. Suddenly I feel your foot between my legs on my womanhood and I gasp. the next moment you kick me hard and give me a powerful shove. OOHHHH I howl in pain, anger and shame for having let you touch me there. My body is shoved back hard and I stumble and fall on the stone floor of the room, My hair and dress are in a mess and my eyes are wet from the pain. I take a sharp breath in and then out a technique my trainer taught me to absorb the impact of vicious blows. My womanhood is throbbing I can feel my virgin labia swelling from your dirty blow. I get on all four and stroke my aching womanhood then shaking I spit down on the floor and slap it as I get back onto my feet trying to ignore the pain. I am hurt and limping from the pain. I look around for something I could use as a weapon against you. I see a pot of water and I grab it with a roar I swing it towards you trying to pour the water on you before I move to attack you again.
Johanna_Amalia: I kick and feel your wet lips squished under my glorious feet as you are forced to back off. The room gasps as you go down to the ground. I quickly jump from the table back to my own two feet. "Oh no, did that hurt Byzantine porne?" I ask with the little Greek I have heard around before. I move closer to you. I want to beat you, but I still feel respect for you as you are more than a worthy opponent, and I really need every breather I can get. I keep my distance and rub some blood and sweat off my face, and only now, with no longer being in the full rush of adrenaline, I realise that you have exposed my breasts. I look down in shock, and I try to pull the dress back up, but it won't fit as it did before. "You will replace this dress!" I say angrily while you are rubbing your lips, your lips. I keep my distance while watching intently just what you're doing. I wonder if it's over as you stay down quite a while, the halls are silent, looking intently at just the two of us. I know I could have ended it right now, another kick in there or to your head, and this would be over. Honour dictates I dont. You give your lips a firm slap before you raise to stand up, a lip now in your step. You have fallen silent, and as you go for a nearby Jug of water, I am worried that you won't just be drinking. I move back some inches as you are moving over to the jug. I need to think of something. I see a knife resting on the table right behind me. I dont seek to kill you, but a knife to the throat tends to make people surrender much faster. But that would dishonour me greatly, using a knife in this almost ritualistic combat. I will keep it in mind should I really need it. You're coming at me with the jug, and as you swing it, the water shoots out and comes right for me, making me wet and the fabric drippy, though it does feel very refreshing and washes the blood away. I do see that swing coming.
Johanna_Amalia: I try to sidestep it and move behind or beside you as I grab the back of your head and throw your head down towards the table, trying to make your skull kiss the wood.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: you kick me in the sensitive spot and I fall back in pain. Your continuous blows to my body including my liver, you bites and your stomps have taken a too on me I try to get back onto my feet as fast as I can but my whole body I aching. The pain from your kick to my pussy radiates into my body and I feel sort of paralysed, I manage to get back to my feet without you attacking me but I hav enough Tim etc process this now. I throw the water towards you and then the jug itself but you sidestep and get on my left side You grab my hair again and drag me towards the table. I feel your push to slam my head against the wood and instinctively I bring my arms in front of my head to cushion it. I sing my left elbow blindly trying to hit your body and I attempt a mule kick at your legs. I curse you with a hoarse voice and try to turn my head a bit. I have already seen you are bare breasted, your proud breasts have been exposed. I reach back with my left hand trying to grab at your left breast and sink my nails into the soft flesh, go for the nipple if I can in a desperate attempt to hurt you and make you back off me.
Johanna_Amalia: I am disappointed when my move to make you kiss the wood doesn't work out for me. Your hands are protecting it in time, saving you from the worst. As I am about to try to slam you down once more onto the pretty wooden table, you shoot out with an elbow and hit me right in the side with the sharp bone, digging into my softer flesh. In surprise, I let you go, you kick out to the side, and "Oww~hrh-" You hit my knee, and FUKCCCC it burns. I am to back off a bit, but you are not yet done. You reach out with your hands to squeeze on my precious Breasts... Immediately, a sharp burn of pain and pleasure shoots through me as my sensitive chest is finally attacked by you after I had managed to protect it time and time again. My legs quiver when you dig against my nipple face goes agape in a silent yell as I try to hold it back, "FALL DOWN ALREADY!" I shout as I am now fully enraged. If I cant get you off my boobs, then I am in big trouble. I throw a hook right for your chin, then try to twist my body and shoot my right elbow into your core, just below your smaller breasts.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I turn into a barbaric mode as I feel you are about to finish me. I protect my head from your slam and then land a nasty elbow to your ribs. I kick your knee and a cherry on the top I finally grab your curvy, voluptuous breasts. They feel so firm but at the same time so... juicy... My cheeks turn red from the feeling of my hands on your breasts. It's teh first time I place my hands on another's woman's breasts. She must be so fertile.. I think bring in mind books I have stolen from a local monastery library on human anatomy. I squeeze your mammaries and pinch your erected nipples making you howl in pain. You are enraged and land a punch to my chin knocking my head to the side. The punch brings me back to reality. I try to grab you by the throat when my jaw drops and I cough out air as you hit me in the solar plexus and make my breasts bounce. I am stunned for a moment. You've hurt me again. Should I look for something to hit her with? You have me cornered. I try to recover my breathing. I need to hurt her, somewhere where it hurts. My mind is aching as I try to think, next second my right knee swing under my long dress hoping to hit you in the pelvis or the low abdomen or somewhere it hurts. GWAHHH I growl at you and spit at you as I try to knee you.
Johanna_Amalia: I squuze in pain and rage as my hit hammers home on your head and then the elbow docks you, and I can hear you coughing and wheezing... but it doesn't seem to be enough, you keep your hands on my chest, squeezing firmly, and I feel strange. Something else stirs in me beneath the pain I feel. I enjoy the feeling of your hands touching the soft, white flesh and squeezing it like so. It is tasty to say the least. I saw the look in your eyes; you are enjoying this to some extent as well. I try to reach for another hit against your skull, but your knee drives up first, the mobility you have gained by ripping it previously coming to full effect as it sinks into my lower lips, the strong bone grinds against them, and ohhh I let out a breathy moan of pain “Nngh—! My pussy—!” I say stumbling back then I feel the pain spread and turns even worse. "Nnnngh… it’s throbbing…” I whisper, and I slowly buckle, as you can see my legs are shaking from the aftermath. “Haaah— haaaah—! Can’t… stand…” I lower my head, breathing deeply. I collapse to one knee as my left hand holds the lips gently. I rest my head on your leg. I feel all the pain and the exhaustion come over me at once. I can hear some in the crowd wince as chairs are being pushed back, as my sister jumps up and stands looking at me with deep worry in her gaze. I flare up angry and Bite forward drowing my pain as I move beetween the tears in your dress and bite down on your thigh looking to bloody you even more.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I squeeze your breasts and as I do so I feel butterflies in my loins and my pussy spasms. Our eyes meet and I know you have felt the same. You hit me like a professional brawler and cut my breath but I manage to knee you in the labia and make you drop on one knee. I am still panting and trying to recover my breathing but you are down. I try to reach down for yoru hair when you bite me in the inner thigh WWHHHOOOOWWW!!! I howl in pain as your teeth sink into a sensitive spot. My face a broken grimace of pain. My body shivering from the pain. I inhale with a broken breath... Get off me you German pig! I yell at you in fury. I grab your locks and try to yank them back and up trying to pry your face off my leg. The wound is deep and it bleeds, As the blood drips down my legs it looks like I have just lost my virginity. My nails scratch at your skull and frantically try to push you off me.
Johanna_Amalia: I can feel the blood start dripping down your leg as my teeth hit their mark. My hair is yanked badly, but I am not going to give in, not now, when I have just realised what a prime target I am facing. I let you pull me up just a bit so my teeth can find something else trying to gritt through the pain I push my mouth forward and my teeth sink into the flesh of your lower lips I bite hard enough so that it will hurt but not like I bite into your neck or thigh.... it feels kinda scarry but I need to do this or else it may be over for me.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I feel your teeth on the tender flesh of my inner thighs and I howl in pain. I grab your hair and start yanking it hard as hard as I can, trying to pry your teeth off my thigh. But you are persistent, you don;t back off. On the contrary I feel your teeth on my labia. My jaw drops and my legs shiver. Oh you! I yelp and instinctively I bring my hands down to my crotch. I let my body collapse on its knees in a sudden drop of panic. I drop on my knees and try to roll away hoping you will let go of my womanhood.
Johanna_Amalia: You drop to the hard floor; we are both now on an even level. My teeth on your labia felt so strange. I did enjoy it; it had quite the nice taste. I have never seen another woman's well bits up close before, like this, and it was quite intriguing. I see the panic in your eyes. I am pulled off you as you manage to roll away from my hungry mouth. I jump after you, not wanting to give you a shred of distance. I scurry across the floor, hoping to fall down with my full weight on you to pin you beneath me.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: The feeling of your sharp teeth on my sensitive labia makes me yelp and panic. I drop down and I feel your face off my womanhood. But as I try to roll away you lunge at me and get on top of me. I look up and I see your pale body and your breasts towering over my upper body Without giving it much thought I shoot my hands at your breasts in an attempt to maul them again and make you get off me.
Johanna_Amalia: I roll on top of you, I'm on top of you, pressing down on your chest as I take a seat on you. My breasts sway under my breath, and that goes heaving, moving my chest up and down. They, of course, become your obvious target. I grind against your belly with my behind, moving up and down, smacking on it rhythmically. "Give up already!" I demand then. I raise my right to start pummeling your face into oblivion. But then your hands cup my Breasts not gently... your nails dig in, you pull and twist my nipples. I shudder from the pain flooding over me “Mmph—! Stop pulling—!” I twist under your strong hits, digging into me and waver in my offence as I instead try to pull your hands away from my breasts, gripping them at the wrists and trying to overpower you and get them off.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: You get on top of me and some thing the end is near. I see your curvy breasts bouncing as you move and straddle my body and I feel teh same tingle in my loins. You punch me in the face some times and it bleeds, it gets badly bruised. I am pretty sure I won't be chosen by any noble suitor now, my father will have to offer big dowry just to get rid of me. My hands grab your breasts and squeeze, my nails scratch at them hard before you grab my wrists and I feel you prying them off me. I swing my left knee to hit you in the back if I can reach you. Feeling your power on my hands I try to bridge my body hard trying to shake you off me.
Johanna_Amalia: I really think you are just about done with that ruined face of yours. We have gone far fuck to far... But it's too late for regrets now. I managed to free my bruised and redened Boobs from your prying, painful hands. The crowd has moved in closer to us, eagerly watching what started as a simple fight and was supposed to be a simple fistfight, has turned into something much worse. I gasp in surprise as you start to buckle up again and shake my back is rocked by your knee, not the most painful thing, but still unexpected. I feel myself slipping off you. I stop fighting it, simply giving you a slap with the back of my left hand across your face before you manage to shake me off, and I fall to my side quickly, trying to scramble up and away from you.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: You rain punches on my face and break it. I feel you pinning my hands on the floor and I arch my body in an effort to shake you off me. Your slap echoes in the room and stuns me as I manage to make you roll off me. Painfully, I roll on all fours and spit blood. I sob hard feeling my face and dress in ruins. I crawl on the floor and grab the edge of a table use it to pull myself up into a standing position. My body is badly bruised and my dress ripped in places. I reach back and grab a goblet and in a desperate effort I growl as I attack you with it.
Johanna_Amalia: I see you start to stand up again, I do, raising with the slightest shiver in my legs as I do. I turn to look at you, and I see the tears streaking down your face. I hold my battered chest as I look at you for a second as you pull yourself up by the table. "Maybe.... we call it a draw?" I ask cautiously, feeling myself giving in to tiredness. I lean with my left hand on the closest table. I raise my left hand, trying to seem diplomatic. I can hear you growl and see you taking a goblet. "Come on now, this has gone on for long enough..." I whisper softly, hoping to appeal to your reason as you close in.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I move on instinct an prepare for the worse as my legs can barely hold me. I wait for your attack but as I turn to face you I see you holding back. My eyes fix on your proud, magnificent breasts. I let the goblet drop from my hand on the floor. I look at you and sob, becoming aware of the damage inflicted on my body and on yours. I stand there indecisive for a few moments. Then drag my feet forth and attempt to hug you, sobbing hard.
Johanna_Amalia: I give a deep sigh of relief as the goblet clatters to the ground. Closing my eyes and being surprised myself. I was half sure you would more so want to beat me to death. I wanted to do that at one point in this fight, but now fuck it went too far. I see you start to tear up more, and I am no longer able to hold back. My own tears start to move across my hurting, bleeding face. And I join you as you drag yourself forward, and I embrace your hug. Pulling you in tight as I feel your upper body squish against my bare breast. I lean to your ear for a whisper. "Melius est inimicum amicum facere quam vincere." I whisper into your ear and give your cheek a small kiss, tasting your blood again, but due to a different reason. I look at Lady Maria, and she seems a bit furious; at least her glance doesn't seem happy with us. Well, it was I who turned this fist fight dirty, and now, instead of a victor and one vanquished, we agreed on a draw.
Bold_catfighter_Lina: I get close to you, not bothering about anything else. As I feel your breasts pressed against mine and our toes touching I stroke your golden hair and softly press my swollen lips on yours... I love you, I whisper to you....
END for now....
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