She looked on as he took his stance. His hands were open, he was clearly opening with akido. If she was too fast to dodge, he'd redirect the strikes. "Smart" she thought. She opened with a high kick that he easily blocked - with the forearm that was fractured at the wrist no less. Her surprise turned to shock as that same fist reeled into her cheek immediately after. A fractured wrist only prevented him from holding a sword, he could still use the arm for most things. She launched a fury of blows, half of which made contact but he was too well conditioned and shook them off. They traded side kicks to the gut. Again, he shook it off while she was flung back and moderately pained. Her core wasn't as steeled as his, but plenty tough enough.
She began thinking, "What kind of background leads to such strength and durability, yet no refinement? I'm going to have to find a way to soften him up somehow." Her green outer coat was in shreds and just in the way now, but the leotard she found was quite durable. She tossed the tattered coat aside. She was aggravated at how revealing the found clothes were. This was basically an undersized one piece swimsuit with boots. She asked herself "Who ever thought of this as battle wear? No wonder they left it behind..." Then she figured out a plan. "He's still late adolescence, I can use this outfit to my advantage" she thought.
After more rounds of hand to hand combat, her outfit began to take its intended effect. His blood rushed to a certain area which meant less oxygen for his tiring muscles. His movements began to slow and his focus became fixed to her figure and not her attacks. More of her blows were landing, but he was still shaking them off. The white leggings under his tunic revealed the cause of his slowing movements and Cassandra took notice.
"Its working" she thought. "Time for an attack he can't shrug off." And with his blood flow diverted from oxygenating his muscles and his attention on her figure she made her move. She swung her right leg back and then with everything she had, she reeled her foot up between his legs. He screamed as he fell to his knees clutching his pair of writhing organs. The tables had turned and turned far. The fight was in her control now and she took a moment to rest as she enjoyed that feeling of satisfaction. He wouldn't be going anywhere fast anyway.
After what felt like a few minutes, he struggled to his feet. And before he could stand straight up, Cassandra locked her hands around the back of his head. She pulled his head down tightly into her chest and drove her knee up into the same excruciated area with enough force to lift him off the ground. "Did that hurt?" she asked sarcastically as he fell to his knees again. Then she launched her knee square into his unguarded face knocking him on his back. Despite his now bloody nose and mouth, he continued to clutch his stones on the ground.
"Poor, weak men" she scoffed. "I guess I'll be taking this now. If you woulda just listened, you wouldn't be on the ground right now. Oh well, at least it was fun." He braced against the wall and lifted himself up. "I getting annoyed now!" she shouted. The atmosphere that the Soul Edge had enveloped the world in was making her sadistic. Her breasts bounced as she stomped towards him. He swung his right fist but he had no energy left and she caught it. "Here goes your other arm" She held onto his right arm and sent three hard kicks to his stomach which was noticeably softer from her attacks to his soft spot. As he lifted his free left arm to guard his stomach, he left that very same soft spot open and that's right where her fourth kick went. As he lurched forward, she continued to hold on to the right arm she caught as she brought her legs up around it and spun. The combined motion flipped him forward and he landed on his back. With Cassandra still holding onto the arm, she now had him in a perfect arm bar. As she pulled, his hand was pulled into her breasts and his upper arm sank into her crotch. This sent him into full arousal which increased the pain from the groin strikes exponentially.
She continued to pull on his arm. Her right leg across his chest, her left was across his shoulders. The traveling with ankle weights paid off and she pushed down with her legs as she thrust her groin into the back of his arm. With that, his shoulder finally gave way and popped out. At this point, she couldn't stop herself. Another thrust and his elbow cracked backwards. Still in the arm bar position, she lifted her left leg and brought it down like a guillotine on his face. She did the same with her right leg on his abdomen. Then she alternated back and forth faster and faster, harder and harder. She finally let go and stood up. He put his limp right arm over his stomach trying to cradle his stomach and groin at the same time while he held his right upper arm with his left hand. He rolled over like this and tried to stand.
She helped him up by his hair. As he stood wobbly, she lunged forward and drove knee into the lowest part of his abdomen. The shot hit right in the bladder and it released. As if being beaten by her wasn't humiliating enough. A wet spot grew down the inside of both legs. She snickered, "awwww, couldn't hold it?" She grabbed his shoulders and drove her knee into his stomach several dozen more times. She held him up as each strike made a sickening sound. With the last three, he coughed up blood. She let go but before he could fall, she threw another hard kick up into his bruised testis. As he lurched forward on his way down, she spun around and thrust her posterior into his face knocking him onto his back spread eagle. Before he could get his one half good arm up to guard anything, Cassandra threw her hardest kick yet square between his open legs. As he screamed, she watched a red spot grow over his nether region. Whatever fight was still going, it was over now.
She set her foot on his face and slowly twisted it. "And that's the lesson for today" she laughed. "You can't pass out yet, beating you down has me all excited" she scoffed. She bent over his half conscious form and kissed him deeply. She savored the taste of blood in his mouth. To her, this was adding insult to injury and she loved every bit of it. She mounted his face with her knees on his shoulders. She began to rock back and forth as she looked down at his half conscious eyes. Her womanhood swelled with pleasure as she mashed it into his helpless face. As she neared climax, she slammed her groin up and down on his face with great force, almost knocking him the rest of the way out. She pressed down into his face as she finished, her juices rushed through the crotch of her leotard soaking his face.
Her legs quivered as she stood. He layed there motionless, a broken mess soaked in blood, sweat, pee, and her nectar. She walked over to the alter and took the Soul Calibur. "Its finally over" she panted. As she walked toward the exit with her prize, she looked down at her opponent. "Rrraaaaagggghhhh!" She threw one last kick into his black and very very blue balls. "Here I come, Sophitia." she said victoriously as she headed off.
