Vent Escape [Austin]

Austin would keep his initial plan intact. He had he had never gone through with the Overhand Right. It had curled just as he previously planned, before it had came close enough to even hit and he had dropped into a low shoulder thrust. This meant her uppercut would likely land upon his shoulder due to his shift into a lower stance.

It might sting, but Austin was still attempting to ram his shoulder and body weight against the female he was fighting. If it connected, he would probably knock her away. She might keep her footing, but she would find an unrelenting Austin following up quickly.

He would keep moving forward and if Phoebe was still standing, his left side would shift toward her as his left arm rose and he aimed to lift her up with an uppercut to her stomach. If she had lost her footing, he would take the extra step and try to punt her like a football across the gym floor.

Austin watched as she moved around toward his backside,  the only adjustment to his moment had been to straighten up. So when he felt her foot hit his rear, his lead would slide forward so that he could shift his weight and save himself from falling. He would pivot on that leg, bringing his left side counter-clockwise as those hazel hues turned to look at her again, that cocky smirk still present on his face.

"If you wanted to touch it, you could have just asked.."

A chuckle would escape his lips as he began to walk toward her again. As he approached striking range, his walk turned into a quicker stride as his hands lifted into his loose boxing stance again, elbows raised and hands resting near his jaw-line. A stiff jab would be sent toward Phoebe as he approached. This time, he was going to pick his shot carefully.

She was nimble and she knew how to move. That served her well, but he had yet to land anything solid. He was unsure of how she would react when he actually did. But he was enjoying it thus far. And he was sure it would warm up before it died down.

Austin watched her movements and had been prepared to react this time on a more serious note. The jab had been sent with less intent to hit, more so to bait the girl and pick apart her reactions the best he could. She moved toward the outside of his left jab and using her forearm to knock it inward.

Austin would react by retracting his left jab and pivoting on his left leg as he brought his right side counter-clockwise, knee's bending as he would look to drive his right fist into her stomach, thrusting as if he was trying to punch through her.

It was likely her kick would be on it's way around the same time he sent his punch. Her foot would probably connect to the side of his knee, but he would remain standing in his lowered position. If the punch landed, Austin's fingers would look to grasp at her shirt and lift her up as he twisted back the opposite way and looked to throw her like a rag-doll by her shirt.

If all went well, he would begin moving toward her immediately, not giving her much time to prepare. It was time to keep he pressure on her, make her sweat. Austin was interested in seeing how she fought when her opponent took a more relentless approach.

Austin wasn't able to grab her because his punch, along with her foot to his knee, would send her away from him. His balance was off-set a little, but he would recover quickly, kick off his hind leg that caught his weight. He would push himself toward Phoebe once again.

He would move directly toward her, shifting toward his left just before he's reach her. His left arm curled defensively near his head as he dropped low and then threw his body toward her. His right bicep looked to slam against her chest as his right arm would attempt to curl over her shoulder. Austin was attempting to lifted her up and essentially clothes-line slam her backwards and onto the gym floor.

If it worked, and he hand managed to slam her onto the ground, he would be resting at her right side. His right arm would look to keep her pinned and that left fist of his would shoot a couple quick punches for her face. He was holding back a little power in his punches, but he didn't want her to know that. This was just for fun, though.

Austin would be unable to clothesline Phoebe as he had planned, due to her ability to dodge. Knuckles was beginning to see that she was rather slippery. She would successfully trip him up, his left hand catching himself before he would hit the ground, landing upon his knees. His head turned immediately back toward Phoebe to make her location known.

"You sure know how to bring me to my knees.."

He'd chuckle slightly as he pushed himself back to his feet, watching over his shoulder incase she was feeling froggish. If not, Austin would turn to face her as soon as he made it to his feet and begin to move toward her. He was going to have to figure a way to get her to play his game instead of dancing around.

Taking a few quick steps toward her once again, Austin would throw a simple left jab, lowered to aim and hit her in the chest. However it would be retracted shortly after as Austin hunched low. His was looking to get a reaction. Movement in any direction or her trying to intercept the blow. Either way, he was going to adjust and throw his body toward the girl, pulling his right knee up to thrust it in her direction, to try and find Phoebe's body.

Austin had not been expecting her return fire, when he knew he probably should have, it had cost him a punch. But he had landed his knee at least, sending her stumbling before falling to the ground. Austin would suck some air in, stretching out before rubbing at the spot the punched, briefly. Beads of sweat had begun to drip his forehead, the tank top he wore beginning to absorb.

It had been fun thus far and he knew he could go on a little while longer if he wanted. But that really depended on whether or not Phoebe wanted to continue. He wasn't trying to hurt her and he was sure she wasn't aiming to do so either. He would begin to step toward her slowly, arms dropping to his sides as spoke.

"Heh, you're pretty tough.. For a girl."

He would give a chuckle at his playful words. She was tough, regardless of her sex. He still felt like teasing. They had been pretty even. Austin was glad he had got to see her in action finally. A smile appeared on his face as he extended both his hands toward her.

"Get all that angst out?"