"Let's head to the basement, it'd be bad form for us to spar outside and caught in an attack...should one happen." Otto spoke as he walked through the door and towards the main stairs of the building with Saharah following behind. "
We will start with hand to hand...it'd be a little lopsided if I used my shotgun or pistol while you used your blades." Otto enjoyed fighting with his fists anyway and it had been quite a while since he last got to do so.
Saharah chuckled and smirked.
"Dont underestimate the power of my blades." She told him as they headed downstairs to the basement. Her weapons might seem like just blades on a ribbon, but she could do way more with it than people thought. Hand to hand was going to be challenging, but a challenge she would gladly accept. Otto was a lot bigger and buffer than her, but she was sure she could get some punches and blocks in there, Apollo had taught her everything she knew after all.
"I ain't underestimating anything but buckshot is buckshot." He said as he moved to his own side of the basement making a space between the two of them, he took off his shirt revealing a large collection of scars and healed wounds.
"Hope you don't mind, don't got many shirts here yet and I would hope to not damage this one if I can help it." He looked to her as he popped some joints and rolled his shoulders.
Saharah looked at Otto's scars and knew he had been though enough shit in his life just like the rest of their gang. He would fit perfectly in their group of misfits. Saharah undid her braid and put her long hair in a tight bun. Otto seemed like the kind of guy who would be evil enough to pull her hair if he could reach it. Once her hair was up, Saharah stepped in her fighting posed, her hands up in fists by her head.
"Bring it old man." She said with a challenging smirk.
"Yep, thirty is crazy old in this line of work." Otto said as he rested his hands at his sides.
"By the way...nah I'll let you find out yourself." He spoke as he moved with a quickness that really shouldn't of been possible for a man of his size. He was pushing into Saharah's space rather fast, trying to take away any range advantage she would have with her blades. His first punches were lightning quick.
Saharah's eyes went wide when she noticed how fast Otto was and she could guess what he was trying to do. If she had her blades she probably would have tossed them. He got her with the first punch, but she quickly managed to block the second and third before she jumped back, putting some distance between them again. She took a second to take a breath before charging at him, jumping up to jump kick him in the face.
Otto grabbed her foot as she was in the air and moved with her momentem and his own to throw her away from him back towards where he had started the match at.
"Gonna have to try harder then that dear." He spoke as he faced her again, waiting for her next move.
"I do hope you aren't helpless without those blades of yours, that'd be a real shame if that were the case." Otto was baiting her, to see if her temper would be a large issue, he understood why she had been so angry at the meeting but if it was a constant issue it would need to be corrected.
Saharah got back in from when Otto tossed her back into the spot where she had started. If it was her knives and him thinking he could bait her with her blades, he was wrong... He baited her since he said that one word.
"Dont call me dear!" She snapped at him and charged for him again, her foot pushing him back with the momentum as she growled. She hated being called dear, though that had mostly to do with her past.
He took the push with his arms, his eye peeked out between his arms to stare at her. He pulled her closer to him using her leg before throwing three quick jabs at her exposed ribs.
"Anger will lead you no where." He spoke as he pushed her away again.
"We have much to do if this is the best you have to offer..." He was tempted to call her dear again but at the same time he needed her focused on fighting not enraged.
Saharah huffed and placed her hand on her hip with a slight glare as he trailed off, daring him. He wanted a real real fight? Fine. She looked at him, getting back in her stance. Otto was taller than her by a lot so he had to fight down which she supposed was an up on her end...
"I'm just waiting for you to do your best. Dont want to hurt the new leader." She said with a teasing grin. Oh yeah, he was gonna get it now.
"I mean if you want broken arms and other limbs but then Sebastian might be a little angry with me..." He trailed off, he didn't need to be here that long to notice Sebastian eyeing Saharah any time he thought she wasn't looking and even times when she was looking.
"But if you insist." His stance changed, away from the loose boxing stance to something much...different.
"Come if you dare." He challenged.
"You wanted a real fight, you really think I'm going to be the stupid one and charge first?" She asked him. Saharah wasnt stupid. She was clearly in the disadvantage and she had to let him to charge first. Best thing she could do was defend and find holes where she could hurt him. He was a fucking bear and she was a little fox, there was a big difference between them. But! She wasnt going to let it put her in at a disadvantage. She was flexible, he would see that soon.
He stared at her, he did not charge but instead began to walk towards her, slowly. He kept her eye's locked with his as he raised his open hands up, a grappling stance was taken up by him. He was close now, less than five feet before he lunged and tried to get a hold of Saharah.
Saharah watched Otto carefully as he walked up to her slowly. What was he trying to do? She stayed alert, she knew he had something up his sleeve. She took a quick step forward as he grabbed her and headbutted him before moving away quickly again. This was the reason she put her hair up, damn men and their hands.
"My head is a bit harder then that." He spoke as he pushed into her space again and again grabber her, by the arm this time and took the fight to ground. He moved to straddle her torso and started to rain down strikes.
Sneaky motherfucker! Saharah was able to dodge some punches to the face, but he just kept raining down on her with his throws. Fuck! She had to come up with something. She couldnt throw him off, he was too damn big and heavy! Saharah lifted her legs and scooted more under him so she could get higher and wrapped her legs around his neck neck before managing to pull him backwards, face first into the floor.
He sprung back to his feet in an instant and tackled Saharah back to the ground before dropping a knee into her solarplex before standing and hiking her up with him and throwing her away. He noticed the blood streaming out of his nose and the odd shape in his vision, he reached up and popped it back into place with a crunch though blood still ran down his face, he cleared his nose of blood with a quick snort.
"First blood goes to you then I suppose." His tone was decidedly...neutral for what had just happened.
"All the same though, we ain't done." He began to advance on her again.
At least she got first blood, which Saharah was happy about. She was small but fierce, but she had to be able to do more than just that. When Otto charged for her again, Saharah jumped backwards and tried to avoid his throws. This was where her blades and ropes would come in handy, but she was sure that a gun was easier in a fight to. Saharah stopped for a second and kicked Otto from below in the jaw, though she knew he was going to grab her foot, she needed a comeback for that.
He took the hit but instead of grabbing her he answered with a kick of his own that came up and contacted her other leg as he pushed her into the wall pinning her with his arm against her neck and his other fist hammering blows into her stomach. His eyes were cold as they stared into her own.
"Having fun yet?" he asked before headbutting her himself.
As Otto stared into her eyes with his cold ones, Saharah could see that Otto had been through some real tough shit. She didnt know what it was and maybe she wasnt supposed to, but she felt sorry for him in a way. When he headbutted her, she split open her eyebrow and spit out some blood.
"Tons." She said and used his arm as leverage and wrapped a leg around his neck before elbowing him in the face.
He pulled her away before as she was wrapped around him, he used that fact to pick her up and slam her into the ground...multiple times, his grip around her also tightened as on the fifth slam he put his foot on her head and started to push on her, either let her neck break or get her leg off of him. Her choice.
Saharah didnt want to admit it, but fuck, she was in a lot of pain. It got worse when Otto stepped on her face. She didnt want to though. She probably did the meanest thing a girl could do to a guy and kicked him in the balls with her free foot.
He saw that coming a mile away and took his foot off of her face and blocked that shot.
"Kinda mean there don't you think? How would you feel if I tried to kick you in your chest, like I could do in this position." He spoke down to her since she was upside down and had to look up at him.
"You were stepping on my face, motherfucker." Saharah huffed.
"I didnt know you wanted to play nice." She growled and this time moved her free leg again to kick him in the face as hard as possible.
He wasn't expecting the kick and it sent him off ballance and back, as he felt himself tip back with Saharah's leg still around his neck he did what most people do when falling, he reached out for something to hold onto...though the feeling of fabric and the sound of ripping was not what he expected as he must of grabbed her shirt.
Saharah yelped when Otto didnt let go of her leg as he fell backwards. They fell, her one leg was still wrapped around his head causing her crotch to be right in his face and she was only in her bra too.. Well this was awkward.
"Well...I didn't know this was your plan Saharah..." Otto teased with a bit of a blush on his face.
"I mean, you gotta at least buy me dinner first."
@Dakota K5
(Written by the both of us before someone thinks I'm controlling someone else character x3)
