Snippet #2551442

Petra

She did not imagine how strong the small body of this insane convict was, as Petra collapsed to the ground. The back of her head ached while roughly hitting the floor, but with the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she did't care. Keeping her arms up, guardian her faces she felt as the girl shredded skin off her limbs. Petra was on the bottom with the girl onto, she was now the underdog, she had to get on top. When Petra spotted an opening in Alva's attack, she jammed her fist right and with another right after. Smashing against the girl's nose, Petra no longer felt sorry for her, and was indeed not going to give her any free chances to winning.

Petra didn't want to lose, she always hated to lose, competitive in everything she was. She wanted to win to show Mei her strengthens, but also to the prison she hadn't gotten soft. With the striking to the face, and with Petra's speed Alva's face began to leak blood from the facial holes. And Petra on the other end, knuckles were past just a color of reddish skin, no they were now bruising. But you couldn't tell that with the blood painted on her hands. Petra finally was able to break from her position against the ground, Petra lifted herself against the ground and back on her feet. Her arms stung and burned like hell from the scratches, but she didn't care with her eyes targeted on her an enemy. This time she was ready.