<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/69/ed/ab/69edabaa24c1c4bfb8d284d571f34a5a.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her body in fitness clothes (https://i.imgur.com/iWAsYtt_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium), but with spandex shorts, (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0006/7118/7062/products/Colorvalue-Stretchy-Hip-Up-Fitness-Sport-Shorts-Women-Elastic-High-Waisted-Gym-Workout-Shorts-Quick-Dry_7602f13c-59f8-46ca-9952-05d52bd0f122.jpg) black ankle socks and black sneakers.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>6:30 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Gymnasium<br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong>First Round goes to....!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><hr/>The kick to the weight rack he summoned brought a knowing sneer to the woman’s face, a knowledge and understanding that she was getting to him, and quickly. Damian always prided himself on his self-control, always trying to reach the bar his infamous father established, but his anger....it exposed more to the woman than perhaps he wanted.<br/><br/>Leaping down to her level on the mats, Helena instinctively turned her right side to face him, creating a smaller target and planting her feet very firmly on the padded ground. Right foot forward, left foot back, she watched his fury blaze as he traipsed his vision across the weapons. It was a touch troubling to see him so close to the edge, and despite training on his level, there was hardly a competition between them when a sword or blade was in Damian’s hands. But he resisted the urge, and it brought her hands up when it was obvious he wanted to put his hands on her.<br/><br/><em>Good</em>, she thought.<em>Let’s make this intimate.</em><br/><br/>Damian faced off with her and she hissed at his words of her apparent pathetic mentality. “Chit chat, baby bat. How about you take your father’s dick out of your mouth and start displaying something worthy of making a lasting impression.” That must have did it. He removed his bandages revealing quite an impressive set of injuries from a recent fight. The sight of his weakness actually irritated her,<em>it</em>would receive the credit for when she actually and successfully kicked his ass into the ground.<br/><br/>“Yes....yes....your infamous research. Do I look like a woman pressed about anyone’s opinion?” She chuckled when he sent the first set of kicks her way as he had started by still standing too far away to actually reach her. Despite her words, his threat put her a bit on edge: did he know something she<em>wouldn't </em>want Brion to know? There was a huge chance he did. Flexing her abdomen, focusing her eyes and recognizing his fight pattern, Helena buckled down to feel the adrenaline flow through her. Her vision almost slowed his actions down, and when Damian was within kicking range she jolted forward, bracing her core to take his right kick to her side. But it was planned for; she was ready.<br/><br/>Helena grunted at the impact, his strike a bit harder than she remembered coming from him, and wrapping her left arm around his thigh, she halted his attack and advance. Now keeping him off balance, she prevented him from taking his leg back. Her muscles were warm, ready to be used, her actions just a hair quicker than he may have anticipated. Ducking down and thrusting her right shoulder against his sternum, Helena bent at the knees as his body fell over her back. The powerful woman than bodily lifted the man entirely off his feet with a cry before twisting at the waist and dumping him savagely onto the mat on his back.<br/><br/>There was a meaty sound when Damian’s bare skin slapped upon the floor, a satisfying clap of impact that made Helena grin in triumph as she pressed her right shoe directly on his chest to pin him down. Leaning over him with her signature smirk, her eyes narrowed dangerously as they both knew she only won this round so quickly because he was acting off his emotions, his anger.<em>And they call -women- the emotional ones.....</em><br/><br/>Helena cocked her head to the side as she loomed over Damian, foolishly keeping her foot on him as she became distracted by the lure of taunting him once more.<br/><br/>“Let me guess, during your little background check of me you searched ‘Myrtle Beach Spring Break 2017 Topless Hotties’, safe search<em>off</em>and finally saw these fabulous tits?” She shrugged casually. “I admit, I -may- have had a few too many body shots that week. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you take one off me since you’ve finally seen me topless online....”