Kenna hadn't got up in time for the elbow drop, but she manage to roll out of the way, scrambling to her feet in the process. While Ragnar was still on the ground, she ran forward, kicking his head like a football.
Ragnar snarled aloud when Kenna's foot slammed into his face. Now that had hurt. He snapped his right arm upwards. driving the back of his knuckles into the side of her knee with enough force to wrench it out from under her.
"Well, if the smaller one doesn't manage to get away from the bigger, I suspect she might be finishing very soon..." Malcor responded to Eddie, watching with interest.
Ragnar rolled sharply and scrambled to his feet, but then held back rather than grabbing Kenna's ankles to drag her back. "Do you want to fight to the death?" He asked. "Or would you prefer me to show restraint?"
Kenna stood, dusted herself off as she turned to face Ragnar. "I'd prefer it we didn't end up killing each other, but other than that, give me all you got spaceman." She got into a fighting pose, smiling cockily.
"If I go all out, I will end up killing you. If you're sure though..." With that, Ragnar surged forward, lashing out with a ham sized fist aimed towards Kenna's face.
Kenna dodged Ragnar's arm, and grabbed at the wrist. "Don't go that far. This, however, is fair game." She twisted the arm sharply, trying to break the wrist.
Ragnar's dense, mineralised bones did not break, but he did strain to resist the torque on his wrist, arm shaking as he began to force it back the other direction. "I was right to think that you were not as fierce as I had heard." He said, growling with effort. "But no one mentioned that you were so strong!" He brought his other fist around and hook punched Kenna in the ribs.
Ragnar's fist connected with Kenna's ribs, winding her and knocking her back as she let go. She tried to recover, talking inbetween breaths and backing away from Ragnar. "Like I said... I try to control it... I like a good fight... but killing people? That'd be mad."
"Maybe so. We do not die for long here, but those machines... I do not know if I trust them." Ragnar replied, advancing and aiming a casual, quick blow at Kenna's chest. "I do not say that you are tame though, just not as savage as the general conversation and commentaries have suggested."
[color=80bb00] "Ens Yi...?" [/color] Pix repeated, her face on the side of the armor twisting a small bit. [color=80bb00] "Even if the meaning makes total sense... it sounds a little too... alien for my liking." [/color]
The goo girl tilted her head a bit as she continued to think on it. [color=80bb00] "Maaaybe something like 'Viscoid' would work?" [/color]
Well... Ragnar grunted as he took Kenna's jab to the gut, before pushing past it with a quick step forward and a hammer fist sweeping down towards Kenna's shoulder. "I just heard it the one time. It was after one of your fights, and someone was talking about the match. I did not look to see who it was."
"The daemon? Yes, it may have been." Ragnar replied with a noncommittal shrug, before he saw Kenna's punch coming and quickly leaned back, pulling his jaw up out of her reach. At the same time he brought his back leg around for a snap kick to Kenna's hip.
Ragnar's kick would impact hard enough to stagger Kenna, so that when she pushed back Ragnar would be able to keep his balance and recover. As he pivoted back to a balanced position he brought his opposite arm around, planted it firmly in Kenna's side and thrust her sideways hard enough to lift her off the ground.
As Kenna touched down on the ground, Ragnar went in for another series of swift, painful blows to the body, with a few lighter ones thrown at her face to put her off balance. "A question, Kenna." He said mildly as he advanced. "What is your opinion on the highborn looking woman who's been walking around with the green slime on her all day? Solaris?"
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