[Sadrain]

November 30th, Chicago; Base. 12pm.

Growling low in throat, Elek wrestled with Eve, trying to get her off, until he managed to throw her over him, but the woman didn't let him go, and they both pummeled to ground, where the wrestling continued. She was strong, very strong for a woman, and he was bad at combat this close. It was simply hard to see, from the viewpoint of others, so he was left to rely fully on power of predicting and feeling where she was and what Eve was doing.

Finally, he managed to trap Eve's leg, and grab her wrist, pulling it off of his other arm. Then, with full force he pushed her away, rolling backwards and scrambling up quickly. His chest heaved, but there was ferocious expression - Elek was nowhere near giving up or being defeated. "It's getting interesting, finally," he said in low voice.