Cas just shook her head at her opponent’s verbal antics. The ‘Kiss of Death’ was not going to get a kiss from Cas no matter how hard he pleaded. Despite the fool’s foolish words, they had ushered in a bout of laughter from the audience. The crowd was easy to forget when you were focused on that which was trying to beat you in order to win them. Cas heard them now, listening to the applause and the cheers, the hollers and the hoots and the howls, like the floor was filled with animals as much as the cage.
“Oh, I won’t be sleeping here tonight...friend…” She craned her neck from side to side, hearing the pops, catching on that Laren would be waiting for her to attack first. “I’ll be sleeping in a penthouse suite with that reward money, though you won’t be sharing my bed.” She nodded toward the Human still knocked out following Laren’s whipcord. “You’ll be sharing his.”
The audience laughed again, this time at the Kiss of Death, but Anvil did not leisure. She could see what her opponent was expecting so she would give it to him. Advancing quickly and head-on, Cas kicked her left leg toward Laren’s crotch. If he was maximizing his efforts on defending this area then he just might lower a hand or two to defend his crown jewels.
However, the kick was just a feign. Before Cas’ foot could even reach Laren’s crotch she quickly retracted it, followed with another swift kick toward Laren’s back with her right foot. Her legs had moved in a fluid rhythm, coordinated and not confused. Meanwhile, Laren's back would be completely open to his opponent's attack given the sideways orientation of his stance. If he was maximizing his defense on his crotch then he would likely buy her feign and focus on deflecting her left kick.
“Oh, I won’t be sleeping here tonight...friend…” She craned her neck from side to side, hearing the pops, catching on that Laren would be waiting for her to attack first. “I’ll be sleeping in a penthouse suite with that reward money, though you won’t be sharing my bed.” She nodded toward the Human still knocked out following Laren’s whipcord. “You’ll be sharing his.”
The audience laughed again, this time at the Kiss of Death, but Anvil did not leisure. She could see what her opponent was expecting so she would give it to him. Advancing quickly and head-on, Cas kicked her left leg toward Laren’s crotch. If he was maximizing his efforts on defending this area then he just might lower a hand or two to defend his crown jewels.
However, the kick was just a feign. Before Cas’ foot could even reach Laren’s crotch she quickly retracted it, followed with another swift kick toward Laren’s back with her right foot. Her legs had moved in a fluid rhythm, coordinated and not confused. Meanwhile, Laren's back would be completely open to his opponent's attack given the sideways orientation of his stance. If he was maximizing his defense on his crotch then he would likely buy her feign and focus on deflecting her left kick.
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