Sex Sells (Asuka vs Cierro CTP Training) NDE, R

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“That was a dirty trick...” Asuka shrugged. Her grin as wide as the Cheshire's cat. "Pfft. Aha! You're one to talk." she said as she picked up her weapons and rose to her feet. As if Cierro's never played a dirty trick before! Asuka's never really done so 'cause....Well...Isn't it obvious? She was being supervised by none other than our Segunda Espada. That and, she's usually the victim of EVERYONE'S dirty tricks. If it wasn't hurting her, then someone was running off with her clothes. Sigh. What a life. Well, at least she got one thing good out of this. It was knowing that Kuroi's training wasn't all in vain. Somethings actually worked and for that, she was grateful. Seriously.

She was quite satisfied with her stunt. She a triumphant kind of thing going on in her head. Right now the song "We will rock you" was playing in her head and before she knew it, she was playing air guitar. OH YEAAH. STRUMMIN' THOSE G'S. She jumped and pretended to slam the guitar on the ground. Mind you, her whips were moving with her. So when she did wild moves, those made wild moves too and might throw Cierro off. Highly unlikely though. They were wild, erratic movements of her doing some serious strumming, headbanging and imaginary instrument smashing. Where's Simon Cowell when you need him?!

Of course, her little rockstar fantasy ended when she felt a horrible clamp down on her own pair. "AAAAHHH. CIERRO! LE-LET G-OOWWWWW!!!!!" she screamed. Asuka's hilts had blades. They were a dual type weapon. Kodachi blades on the end with whips on the other. She slammed both blades into Cierro who was grabbing her hurting girls. 50 strength was pretty weak in comparison to her 210 but it still hurt quite a bit. Seeing as he was clamping down hard and giving it his all, she might be able to stab him. She just wanted him to stop the boobie torture. Harm being done to your girls just isn't fun. Not at all.

[Cierro Muerte]

“SUCCESS!” thought Cierro as he clamped down on Asuka’s girls. The espada couldn’t help but smile as he gripped the Noveno’s soft and squishy ta-tas. “AAAAHH. CIERRO! LE-LET G-OOWWWWW!!!!!” she pleaded as her legs weakened beneath her. But the espada didn’t let his guard down at all. This was, after-all, a sparring match. Sure enough Cierro noticed Asuka’s blades as she stabbed at him. It wasn’t a good idea to stick around, so as much as Cierro hated it, he let go of the grand prize and used a sonido to avoid harm. After skidding to a stop a few dozen yards back from Asuka Cierro looked at his hands. “That’s twice...” he said in a serious, poetic voice, “Twice now, these hands have held heaven. But they can never seem to remember the feel...” It was quite clear what the Octavo was talking about. He had cupped the espada’s boing boings in the mall all those months ago and had been trying to remember the feel of it since then to no avail.

“BUT I DIGRESS!” said Cierro, “This is a spar... I guess we should continue... unless you’re done.” How the espada hoped Asuka would be done. How he longed for the payment he was promised. Anything perverted he could pull off here wouldn’t even compare with what he’d been promised after their duel. That was the only reason the lazy arrancar was eager to continue the fight. “Well, here I come then!” said the espada taking off in a mad, unpredictable dash directly at the standing woman. Cierro didn’t run in a straight line. He approached Asuka in a swift zig-zag line, quickly getting too close for her to use her whips.

Just before Cierro ran smack into her he pulled to the right, his incredible speed creating a vortex of sand as he ran around her again. This resembled what he had done earlier, however this time the espada was serious. He was going to immobilize Asuka without harming her. It was a difficult thing to do. Asuka was an espada only one number below him, and he was severely handicapping himself. The Octavo stopped behind her, delivering a low kick into the back of her knees that would hopefully drop the much stronger espada. If that was successful Cierro would put his hand on top of her head from behind and suddenly pull it back so that she was looking up towards the night sky. His scimitar would be placed across her neck and he would whisper into her ear, “You done?” It would be an empty bluff, because Cierro wouldn’t dream of cutting open her neck, but she didn’t have to know that (Although she probably did). All of this would only come to pass if his low kick to her knees went off without a hitch though.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,150