<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>Oh, I guess we’re<em>doing</em>this....<br/><strong>SCENE MUSIC:</strong>Legend- The Score (https://youtu.be/jecQcgbyetw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><hr/>The sweep of her foot off her chest should have been expected.....should have. Helena assumed he would merely let her humiliate him literally under her heel, but not only was she high off of her own pride for beating him so quickly, but she also mildly forgot who exactly she was dealing with.<br/><br/>The fallen impact on her back forced a grunt to escape Helena’s lungs as she found herself suddenly staring at the ceiling. Before thinking to move out of danger, Damian’s face was staring down at her, his thighs capturing her legs together and in place as he straddled her, hand on her throat and pinning her to the mat. Instinctively, Helena reached her hands to his wrist to dislodge it from her throat but his words and actions had her freezing in place.<br/><br/>Was he.....<em>was he serious??</em>Her wide eyes blinked up at him, lips parted as her jaw dropped in shock as she felt his hand intimately move up her stomach to reach her sternum and hook across the front connection of her top. It was odd to put everything into place as a Molotov Coctail of emotions and thoughts exploded in her brain in that moment. The adrenaline did nothing to help her racing heart at his audacity to what he hinted of his desires, and meeting his eyes she couldn’t help but remember those fights when they were younger, pretty much children, and their mission was to hurt each other, to win points, to be the best.<br/><br/>Damian just reminded her crudely that they ain’t<em>children</em>anymore.<br/><br/>The slap across her face jolted her out of her reverie, the sting in her cheek more an act of humiliation than actual pain. And when Damian finally lifted off of her, Helena scrambled to her feet—<em>pissed</em>.<br/><br/>Good girl, my ass! After this she was going to need to take a cold shower for -multiple- reasons.<br/><br/>Running her hand across her own throat, she swallowed with a measure of difficulty and gave him a very dangerous side look as he reissued the challenge from across the mat. Huntress paced like a caged animal, back and forth, going left then turning back to go right, her eyes never leaving his as she tried to calm her impulsive nature to find the best way to win this. And what was it with the men who met her needing to teach her a “lesson” by spanking her? First Brion, now Damian? Was her ass that spankable? Or did her attitude just demand such a treatment from others?<br/><br/>The world may never know.<br/><br/>The succession of vaults, kicks, punches, and leaps that followed between the two martial arts warriors was incredibly impressive when she finally ran in for the blinding attack.<br/><br/>Helena’s right jab was blocked by Damian’s Knife Hand block. His resounding high kick was ducked by Helena, an answered attack to his abs that he twisted out of the way. They advanced, they retreated, their eyes focused fully on the other as strength, speed, and stamina were tested, seeking an opening or a weak spot in the other’s defenses. Their collisions echoing in the gymnasium as they fought and grunted, sweat covering both fit bodies now.<br/><br/>And for a long time there wasn’t an opening. Helena and Damian masters of their craft and equals until she finally....<em>finally</em>bested him with an extremely advanced move. Damian swung at her from the left and Helena ducked before grabbing his right hand and using her strength to launch herself off her left foot and rise up so high she was able to wrap her long, powerful thighs around his neck. Using the ongoing momentum of her form, the woman ripped Damian back to the mat with a headscissor kick (https://media3.giphy.com/media/13NGnjve8XVTC8/source.gif), slamming their bodies together but maintaining the hold around him.<br/><br/>Locking her ankles together, Helena squeezed about half a measure of the full power of her quad muscles as she landed on her stomach. Looking back over her shoulder she saw she had Damian on his back, right ear resting against that fabulous ass everyone was apparently so obsessed about, her rock hard thighs capturing the entirety of his neck and lower jaw between the mountain of slippery muscle of her upper thighs.<br/><br/>“Mother Fucker, do you<em>yield</em>!?” She yelled back, flexing her thighs the full power for a split second for him to experience the risk of his possible suffocation.