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[ It's what he does. The Wolf shaped amulet that he always wore around his neck was proof he was from a renowned Witcher school; The School of the wolf. They admired the beasts, thought like them, and fought like them too. Hence his speed and agility upon changing direction mid-fight.

Geralt hadn't been expecting her to be able to move like that though. he was impressed, if not a little confused by it. Ren was no ordinary human, he could tell that right off the bat, his amulet needn't even trembled to alert him of such, it was clearly obvious. ]

Neat little trick tha-aah!

[ Groaning as he was kicked in the back, skidding on his feet, doubled over as his palm scraped across the floor to slow him. Oh if only he had his Witcher Signs right now, he could have really messed with her. But he doesn't so he can't. Instead, Geralt walks calmly over towards her, peeling his shirt from his torso, topless with fists up close to his head, clearly indicating he wanted to throw a few blows. ]

No point in pussyfooting around with a game of tag. Let's get serious...

No? Thought you were goin' to give me a real fight, Geralt? Can't do that if you can't even keep up with me.

[Taunting is typical of her, but, she was never above needling people if it meant she got a better fight out of them. Ren shifted into a close fighting stance, hands up and ready to deflect a strike if he chose to lash out first. Her stance was careful, indicative of someone who had been trained to remain on her feet, no matter how hard a blow might be, weight kept low and center of gravity carefully maintained.]

Just sizing you up, sweetheart.

[ He chipped back in, sounding cocky with a little extra spice in his tone. Geralt copied her stance, bouncing on his toes, more nimble than he looked. Though, the Witcher might have been cheating juuuust a little bit, using his heightened senses to feel the room for her heartbeat, waiting until it was at its slower thumbs, hoping that's when she was most relaxed before lunging towards her, fists lashing out in different directions.

When a few of them scuffed past her face or even landed on her, he'd take the opportunity to dazzle her and get in nice and close, so that he was ready to pounce! ]

[A few things were painfully apparent when facing Ren head on.

That was was literally born and bred to fight. Everything from the lithe way she moved to the strength of her deflections was utterly instinctive and honed from strict training. She gave ground to allow her to block strikes as they came, having to dodge and weave out of the way with increasing speed until she feinted the wrong way and Geralt landed a fair blow.

Which, by the way, fucking ow.]

[ Oh, don't think Geralt hadn't noticed! Ren was a fucking delight to fight! It had been a while since someone was able to keep him thinking fast on his feet. She even got a few smirks out of his as he blew an errant hair out of his face.

There was more here, the Witcher was sure of that. She wasn't usual or normal in the slightest. Sure, she might have passed for it, but fighting with her now? Geralt got to experience it first hand.

Ha. The look on her face. Perfect. Chuckling, a little cocky as he shook his fist, it hurt him too, so lord only knows how that must have felt. Then again, she was still standing... Just how fucking strong was she anyways. Geralt sucked in a breath before moving to attempt a tackle on her, managing to get behind her, now he just needed to grab and overpower her. After all, she wanted to feel the strength of someone who could pick her up and toss her about right? ]

[How fucking strong was she? Geralt was about to find out.

Ren's attempt to evade his grab through some clever grappling went quickly wrong as she ended up getting caught around the waist and twisting uncomfortably. Getting frustrated with her own poor battle plan Ren gave a growl that emanated from deep in her chest.

Right. Fuck this.

No shirt to grab onto meant that she had to go slightly dirtier than she would have liked to. It wasn't honourable but she was struggling to grapple him. Ren used the full advantage of her strength to post off the floor, sweeping his leg and sending both of them falling backward, forcing Geralt with her so that he landed hard with her weight ontop of him. She had to break that hold somehow.

Which meant throwing her head back to crack against his jaw.]

[ Slippery little shit, isn't she?!

As she twisted and bent around him, Geralt locked his arms in tight, crossed across the wrists, pulling her flush against his body. Her writing back grinding his pressing crotch and torso.

Okay, so what if he was a little aroused by all of this? The kid could not only take a punch but throw them too, and now? Now she was displaying to the Witcher just how bendy and flexible so was. It was incredibly hot...

Feeling an opening as they squirmed and struggled just after being knocked to the floor. Geralt pressed his mouth against the nape of her neck. A grunt of a moan passed her flesh as the Witcher gave a small testing bite, followed by a kiss shortly after. His hands pawed as he tried to keep her in his grasp, only heavily they groped at her chest, the top of her thighs. ]

Ugh-- Fuck!

[ Wincing out feeling his head rattle as it hit the floor, the crown of Ren's having jolted his jaw as he hadn't been paying attention. ]

Hmm. A dirty fight is it? Alright.

[ Okay, enough was enough. Geralt rolled them, only just managing to hold onto her. Kneeling between her legs as he frantically tried to block any incoming shots. His goal? To pin those fucking arms up above her head on the floor. ]

Too fucking right it i-- [Ren yelped as she was flipped over.

There was a split second where her willpower waivered because between the bite awakening a very primal element of her and being flipped onto her front; it would be easy to submit at this point, let him pin her arms and let nature take it's course. But it wasn't in her nature to take anything lying down - no pun intended.

And well, there was more than one way to fight dirty. Ren let him take the pin, curving against him, grinding her ass back against his crotch.]

Can't fight proper sportin' that.

[ Geralt chuckled at that little yelp, such a satisfying sound to hear.

Being somewhat suspicious as she seemed to let him pin her without too much of a fight, the Witcher wasn't ready to take any chances. She wanted to be overpowered, pinned down, and fucked after all, didn't she? So, even as she pressed her hips back and started to grind against his clothed arousal, Geralt pressed a heavy hand to the back of her head, pinning her face to the Dojo mat floor by her cheek. ]

Hm. Can't can I? Let's do something about that then, huh?

[ With a thrust of his hips, Geralt used to moment to try and knock her off guard, sweeping a hand to grab her by an elbow and tug an arm behind her, before bending it up in a submission hold and pressing it against the small of her back. Leaning back down as he kissed her temple, attempting to push as much of his weight against her, letting her know who was in control here. ]

[There is a split second where Ren considers continuing the fight. Considers the various ways she could snake out of the hold - dislocating a shoulder, one arm-pressing to try and shake him off her, wolfing out and causing an actual problem - but the balance tips when she feels him, warm and solid above her and that famed weak Fianna willpower crumbles to dust. Yeah, she could fight, but this isn't life and death and she doesn't need to go to those extremes.

Her whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and excitement at the prospect of someone who at the bare minimum was an equal combatant if not significantly better than her. Not just physical might but actual skilful combat. Which had no good right being as much of a turn on as it was.

Ren felt the switch in her body from combat alertness to submissively pliant under him, the tenseness in her muscle softening as she canted her hips up towards Geralt, turning her head as much as she was able to in order to bare her neck to him.] Bite my neck. [There's no elegant way of explaining the very wolflike behaviours that the request had sprung from. But what Ren did know was that she needed that in order to be able to cede to him fully. And after a second she added;] Please.

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