The feel of anothers eyes on her made the girl look down briefly, trying to catch whoever it was; a nigh impossible feat in this place. After a short while, Lanen gave up with a shrug and swung her feet up and over the railing, following with the rest of her body until she was suspended over the bar with her waist against it. She then swung her legs out behind her, lifted her torso, and placed her feet in the gap between her legs, taking a few moments to retain her balance before standing and putting a hand against the metal pole.

It dawned on her that there were a number of easier ways to reach her achieved position. "But neither of them are as fun," she grinned and placed her feet on opposite sides of the metal, swinging with her hands and still watching. It was so boring when you werent the one fighting.

Sumnor smirked when the blow missed his gut, before one hit his jaw, no damage done, but knocking him off balance slightly, "Not a bad shot..." he followed through with the knock and turned behind her, before swinging a blow into her lower back, wanting to put her down without doing too much damage, he then sent another spin kick flying, only this one was going towards her thigh, he wanted to numb her leg.

Raz budged Dante slightly, before taking Sumnor's and Jacket off his hands, "Sumnor was pretty unique, so don't you worry. He's always been a little kellion with his fists, never caring to back down, always seeming to come out the victor, the way I look at it.... the day he loses is the day he leaves this business.... and there's no way in hell I'll be the one to try and stop him."

Sakura grimaced as the fist dug into her back, throwing her off just enough so that she couldnt dodge the second blow to her leg. She stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud. "Ha, not bad at all. I cant remember the last time I have hit the floor." She growled rolling back ward until she was crouched down on her feet.

"Thanks. At this point I dont think anyone would want to stop him, especialy if he has managed to send my sister to the ground. I'm afraid that this fight would go on forever, do you think we should stop it or wait a little longer?" Dante sighed, beginning to get bored.

Raz smiled warmly as Dante's boredom and worry become as clear as the sky was on this beautiful night, "Sumnor's quickening his pace, it won't be long until he pins your sister, if you break it up he may kill you for it, in his career of thirty seven fights, thirty seven wins, zero draws, zero losses.... he doesn't want a blemish, not yet anyway."

"Well i do try to sweep a girl off her feet."  He launched through the air as she rolled backwards, lifting his fot as he did so, headed straight for her chest, wanting to finish this fight as quickly as possible, "Besides, you can't blame me 'cause you are one of the more beautiful fighting girls."

Sakura lifted her arms up, locking the majority of the blow. Unfortunately it wasnt enough to keep her from falling back, hard. She cursed her self mentally as the air left her lungs in a gush of air. She stood up as quickly as she could, still gasping for the needed air to continue this fight.

Dante pinched his nose, his knuckles turning white. "Great. Now she is going to take this out on me. I can see no win for her once she is breathless. Congratz, your Sumnor kid now has thirty-eight wins." Dante growled, stalking off in frustration.

Maybe it was better for Adrian's over-all outlook for the girl, whoever-she-was, to lose this fight. If she hadn't, he would have had to as.sume that she wasn't human or something. Although he still thought there was something decidedly off with anyone who was asking to fight a proven champion like that.

"Kid, I'm leaving."
Adrian turned to see his manager speaking to him, and he nodded slightly.
"Right.. I think I'll stick around a little longer," he responded, his tone unusually quiet.
"Training at nine tomorrow. Don't be late."
And with that, his sponser left with a couple of other men in tow, probably going out to a bar somewhere to discuss whatever other rackets they currently had a hand in orchestrating. Adrian really had been a little unlucky to get into the fighting scene through an organization of criminals. But what difference could it have made? He didn't know what he could've done differently, going to this gang had been the only chance he'd had when money was tight..

He turned his attention back to the fight. It looked like it was all over for the girl. All anyone was waiting for  now was the final blow.

Get up getupgetup, Lanen urged mentally, leaning forward precariously. She bit her lip as the girl stood up again and let out a whoop, sliding her feet off the rail and back onto the catwalk. She walked the length of the section she was on, turned, and doubled back, pacing. The girl was tough...and from up here it seemed she was actually enjoying herself at least slightly. Lanen could tell she was winded and crossed her chest in sympathy. Sensitive areas, she thought as she walked to the platforms ladder, climmbing down rung by rung until she jumped, nearly to the floor.

The fight would be over soon by the looks of things...Lanen ducked away from the crowd, away from the roving eyes of her sponcer. No. She didnt want to fight today; it was her self-proclaimed 'day off'...and she was going to hear of it later. 

Sumnor smiled warmly at the girl that was stood before him, "You really are the best I've fought, I'm going to find it hard to find a real challenge after this." Sumnor wiped beads of sweat from his forehead before turning, his head whipping around along with his left foot, his head to gauge were his target stood, the foot carrying through the air and headed straight for the side of her head, wanting to make it a clean knockout, not wanting to cause her too much pain.

Raz followed Dante, "Look, I understan you're angry, but of all fighters for such a new fighter to go against, Sumnor was a bit much..."  He looked back, watching as Sumnor turned his back, knowing already that the kick was coming, returning to Dante, "Listen, I apologise for my boy, he sees every fight as equal, whether or not they're female, and she actually gave him the best fight he's had, he broke a sweat for christ's sake."

Sakura saw the kick just in time, shielding her face but the blow still knocked her over. She was trying to stand up but all of her muscles were straining against her movenments, protesting with agony that she just stay down. "That hurt, that actually hurt." She rubbed her arm slightly before flipping herself onto her hands. It was her last resort, she couldnt attack anymore and blocking was beginning to become useless. He had worn her down and she knew it. I will get you next time, my dear. She thought to herself as she swung her legs around, not really caring if it made contact or not. This fight was finished, it had been since she was punched in the back.

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Sumnor spat some blood that had gathered in the inside of his mouth, ha, that blow had done a bit of damage afterall..... nevermind, nothing that won't heal tonight... He dodged the spinning legs of Sakura, before walking to her and kneeling, putting his hand to her, "This fight is over, you don't want to die, let me help you up..." He smiled, attempting to look as friendly as his albino face would allow.

Raz looked back as the crowd fell silent, guessing the fight was over, but for a crowd to be this quiet was spooky. What have you done this time Sumnor?.. please don't let it be another decapitation...  He walked towards the crowd before barging his way through, only to see Sumnor offerring his hand to Sakura, "Always were a ladies man..." Sumnor looked up and smiled at Raz, a real smile, the first in many years.

"Oooh. Love on teh battlefield!" Lanen cackled as she saw events roll out, quickly covering her mouth lest anymore laughter escape. After retaining a serious face, she lifted her chin, trying to look dignified. The look fell apart as the corners of her lips twitched and she had to turn to hide the wide, squinched face, grin that escaped.

The breeze buffeted her hair around her face as she stepped out of the building, breathing in the air and calalouging the scents. Car exhaust, rotting food, cigarette smoke, her nose wrinkled as the pungent smell traveled up her nostrils that threatened to give her a headache. She briefly contemplated going back inside, but the thought of warm bodies pressing against one another-and the smell worse than it was outside-quickly changed her mind as she stood in the cool air, watching her breath billow out like a dragons' smoke.

Adrian winced noticably when Sumnor offered a hand to the girl he'd just finished beating the life out of, not knowing what to make of it at all. It was definitely unsettling to see a person kill a man with his bare hands, beat up on a woman, and then smile and help her up as if it was nothing. The rookie fighter was starting to reconsider his decision to stick around and watch the end of this fight and any more that would be taking place. It was good to get an idea of what happened in other fights, sure, but he hadn't expected any of what had taken place that night.

He still waited around as the fringes of the crowd started to disperse. It was getting less and less crowded as the night went on, which wasn't wholly unwelcome to Adrian. And yet, there was something he liked more about the stifling, corrupted, warm atmosphere before than he did with the lonliness of an empty place after a fight like this. One was chaotic, dangerous, a little revolting, sure- but the other was just cold and lonely. Maybe it really was no wonder that he'd been drawn into the underground fighting world.

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Sakura winced feeling a sharp pain in her side, but she ignored it. Shoe quickly positioned her self and rolled away from Sumnor turning over her shoulder with a glare. "We aren't finished." She growled hopping out of the ring. She quickly found Dante by the exit, taking one glance back at the guy who had finaly defeated her. "Lets go train." She said expressionlessly, walking out the door.

Dante noticed that his sisters step had a slight pause, a limp. "No practice tonight. I will call Papa and tell him that you are in no shape to practice tonight. You are too banged up to even think about your normal practice routine." He responded softly, hiding his true hatred for Sumnor. He didnt like the fact that Sumnor still had a perfect record while his sister sat here limping home.

Sumnor smirked, straightening up, closing his open hand before turning to what was left of the crowd and making a face as if to say 'Ooh I say.' and he walked back over to Raz, "Some of these fighters need to learn to get their priorities in order, i didn't do anything to cause her permanent damage and she hates me for it, some people I've crippled are good friends of mine."

"The closest thing you have to a 'good friend' is me, Sumnor." "Okay, so maybe not good friends, but they don't hold it against me..."  Sumnor took his shirt and jacket, putting them back on, before looking over at Adrain, "You, new boy, I've seen you around a lot of late but never watching one of my fights, you saw my less brutal side tonight, I calculated my moves, if you want to talk about technique and what not, I know a lot of new fighters like to, you can follow me and talk to me, otherwise don't, I don't appreciate fan-boys."

Sumnor patted Raz on the shoulder before barging his way through the crowd, leaning on a large oak and lighting up, "Oh what a simple fight'll do to a girl."  He took a drag, before blowing the smoke through his nose, happy to realise he hadn't took a knock to it.