<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the Courts (After the Daken fight)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ragnar, Open<br/><br/>Black hair folded down along their faces like a curtain.  He could smell the soap and sweat of her flesh so close to him now.  The breath came in quick gasps either from training or perhaps from something else entirely.  Poised as she was now there was little choice but for her back to arch and her chest to press against him.  There was a slight twinge of pain and discomfort from the position, the smile only fading for a moment before he released her and the lips were placed back in full effect.  Her body straightened up above him with another stretch of her back.  Fists were set toward him in an almost playful manner though the speed each strike came for him was something few would find funny.<br/><br/>While Nuo threw the punches her lower body maneuvered between his thighs.  Arms were kept close in case he tried to raise his legs upward to secure a hold on her.  Instead she pressed one arm down while striking with the other, trying to keep him guarded while seeking a better position.  Legs moved so that her feet could press to the ground and her body could thrust forward more.  One hand maneuver to grapple at his arm, attempting to press his arm over his body while she sought to slide from between his legs with at least one of her own.  Muscles tightened on her frame as she struggled with him on the ground, her smile fading into a look of concentration as she attempted to figure out this new game they played.