Purgatory Round 2 Cereza vs Austin

[OOC: The outfit is black and grey leather and neoprene. The heels much lower and a little thicker for argument sake]

--- It was a safe bet to assume Jinx was annoyed. A little more than annoyed actually but still completely maintaining her cool. In Damien's announcement he was completely right she was itching for it. For a good one at that. Denial wasn't even the word she would used. She was straight up robbed. A infamous thief like her robbed ain't that some ironic bullshit. Music started playing and had to take up the mantle of Jinx once more. Persona and all despite her annoyance. She zipped her suit up a little so the cleavage wasn't really out that much as one expected. It was comfortable. She was coming into this as a completely unwounded fighter. Not even remotely fatigued. Don't think she was thrilled about that cause actually she wasn't. The first thrill was gone and now well her next opponent wasn't exactly someone she wanted to particularly see. Let's just say she had been avoiding Austin since Christmas. But this wasn't Cereza, this was Jinx. He wouldn't be able to recognize her this time. All that hair was completely tucked her and her face was hidden behind those goggles including her beauty mark.  

--- She played to the crowd throwing a kiss. Lots of people in the underground knew his thief. Loved her or hated her they still knew her. Now all she had to do was wait for Austin to get in the ring while she rested her back against a part of the cage. She hadn't gotten the chance before to test it, she as she rested she bounced it lightly to get a feel of how springy it was. It was standard not to springy yet not too firm. She'd let him do whatever he wished as she would lean off and wait. Her head cocked to the side a little waiting. She had a feeling he had some smart comment to say. He'd disappoint her if he didn't.

--- And he didn't disappoint with the banter as expected. Her voice was altered so he wouldn't pick up that it was Cereza. Funny thing was the only legit clue to Jinx was that she was a student at 552, considering this tournament was catering to the students of those halls. No way she was hiding or lying about that. Damien was pretty strict when it came to certain things. Jinx smirked at his first remark, masking her voice behind a smooth low cajun accent.

"Maybe that should tell you something sugar."

--- That they weren't nothing to be smug about. Again difference was she had no fatigue because she didn't get the chance to do anything. One had to think how fucked up someone in the head had to be to actually be upset about that. She really wanted to get into with someone not just pass along with such ease. Damien knew she was annoyed, he probably was too. This was his tournament after all. Naturally he continued as she strolled to the center of the ring gracefully with that same smirk on her face. She paused just a little outside of melee reach settling into a stance where her left was leading and her right was her back leg knees slightly bent. Her hands up loosely with open palms facing him on different levels. The left a little more forward than the right.

"Mon cher you've read my mind. I promise not to be gentle."

--- Her last words came out like a purr. She'd throw him a wink if it would matter but he couldn't see her eyes so instead she blew him a kiss. Twisting her left hand so the back of it faced him briefly she motioned him with a finger to come for her. It was well noting that the finger she did the motion with was her middle finger. =] If he choose to still not come only then would she decide to be the aggressor. Shouldn't be too hard.

[OOC: Thought I had posted so sorry. My bad on the wait]

--- Hidden eyes watched him more than well. She was always a focused individual and highly adaptable. She was more than careful around new opponents. Little did Austin know they've crossed paths before and though they hadn't exactly fought they did have a small tussle. In that tussle she proved herself to be one slippery, trickery girl. A rather tough one that wouldn't go without a fight. She warned him then and she meant that. Now they were face to face sorta. She knew but he was unaware. He would need to come in a bit as she made sure they were originally out of real melee reach. 

~Southpaw? Nice.~

--- She was familiar with it but she wouldn't deny she barely used it herself. She was still fiddling with that stance personally and wasn't so proficient with it. She hadn't come across to many fighters but the concepts she understood regardless. As he came in she watched his form. She watched for the ticks catching one in his right shoulder that would normally be given away. She had options. Some were too predictable and that wasn't necessarily her way. As Austin approached her lead left leg pull back just a little to arch her foot on the front of the toes. As Austin jabbed she shifted the weight ever slightly of her left foot her head moved to the left. Everything done in complete unison her shoulder would actually raise, pushing forward and away like a shoulder strike to the right side of his fist deflecting it to the right and causing a disruption in retracting it a little.

--- In that brief moment there still was no pausing on that momentum, the rolling of the shoulder sent a synapses to the leading leg to push forward, pretty much sliding the body forward and ending up on the outside of the jab. Somewhere in the middle of his arm. Before the jab would retract completely, as the hit should've stun, and new direction it was sent would possibly disrupt the draw back. Entering the space close enough, releasing a sharp elbow quick hard elbow to the front of his rib cage had all gone well. The elbow didn't need much as the shoulder hit deflection already placed it in perfect positioning to just shoot out. It was quick and the close proximity gave little time but maybe enough to brace or something else. She wasn't completely without a plan 2. She was adaptable and still ready to do more even protect herself at this point. She wasn't as open as one could think.

[OOC: Any questions. Uncertainties  hit me up anytime.]

--- A massive amount of strength is not necessarily needed when striking vital areas. But even then so she did strike it hard and dead on, no matter the person the blow should've hurt. Not crippling yet but hurt at best especially if one didn't even bother bracing for it. Clean hits with sharp parts of the body to vital areas weren't something to snuff at. Not even Cereza in her best conditioning would. She didn't underestimate anyone and if they thought that they played into her game. It was far to obvious what one would do in that situation and she knew the elbow was coming. What he didn't know was CQC was her forte. She trained vigorously to be in close with people to deliver strong short strikes.

--- That being said she was also prepared for what she deemed to be the predictable strike in this situation. She never expected the shoulder strike to divert him very much though she expected the clean hit to the ribs to give a pause as it should've considering. Her face wasn't too far from the middle of his arm though a little lower since her knees were slightly bent. A little lean forward and she bite it if she wanted that's how close. With the way her face was situated it was facing him so she more than saw what was coming aside from expecting it. In her initial attack her elbow wasn't her only strike or movement. No way she was going to be stationary and no plan. Her right was always ready for a guard of any kind as well. Too close to not want to protect her face against a strike she knew would come. Her right hand was up close near her face still open palm. When boxer's go in for a strike they always, if their smart, make a high guard at the same time. This is what she had done, hence the elbow would hit her hand but naturally push her hand into her face. She had been facing him so it wouldn't be hard to watch the shift that she knew would come. She would've done the same strike so.

--- She moved with the strike purposely forcing herself to that left quickly like she was falling, placing her left on the ground to guide her side roll. This roll was akin to a volleyball player roll which would easily and quickly bring her back to her feet facing him. However she would take position with her left bent and her right a little extended (not as far as the picture), her hands like claws. Jinx was a slippery one and would remain so throughout much of the bout if need be. Her hands would be open and ready expecting him to follow suit after his miss. On the contrary Jinx was fairly strong, no one could take vital point blows especially for too long. She knew when and how to strike and that was enough. She flexed her right hand a little as it did indeed sting, and moved her mouth a bit to loosen up, at least she soften it so it was like she mushed herself.

--- As she settled into the stance that provided a little bend to both knees in a low stance, this gave her options. He came to her leading with his right again. Southpaw once more it would seem. In her stance any attack of his would have to be aimed a little downward which gives more way to travel. But that was a minor factor. Seeing his approach she watched again for the ticks. His right shot out at her face in the form of a feint. The thing about it was he was doing too much movement that made it easily to see. Had he not attempted to pivot and then strike out with his left maybe he would've caught her a little more off guard. But the more movement the more that is given away.

--- Nevertheless at his feint sliding back and in between his pivoting, Jinx had already quickly dipped down by a small lean back, to the ground placing herself out of his range once he pivoted and went for a grab. Bending on her right leg, placing her hands behind that leg for added support as her left bent and snapped out hard to connect with his right knee cap. Due to her length, she would reach it easily cracking it on the weakest part. She couldn't really see how that leg could move out the way when the weight was shifted on it. It all happened in the middle of the retracted and pivot. Once connected or if she missed she was in position to roll away which would be forward to her since her back would be to him a little. And pop herself back up. If he went down from the hit to the knee cap she'd briskly step forward and attempt a left knee to his falling face. Not gonna lie her head still kinda hurt from that elbow.