Fate Weaver's convergence

C33

You know what?! I've had it with this bullshit! Fuck you, Lorn! Fucking Fuck! 

I was screaming in my own head; the only thing actually leaving my lips was incoherent yelling as I attempted to return each blow that Lorn threw. We'd been fighting for maybe an hour at this point. Lorn showed no sign of tiring, but my lungs were burning, and I was sure my sight was beginning to tunnel because of the lack of oxygen I was taking in.

 "You old-"

 Lorn's fist flew past my cheek, a shallow cut forming.

 "-friggin-"

 I brought my right fist into her ribs, just below her sternum, and I could hear the air leaving Lorn's chest.

 "-hag!"

 Lorn responded by latching down on my forearm.

 "Language, you-"

 Then backhanded me with her free arm.

 "-little imp!"

 On impact, my sight blacked out, and I could just barely hear a ringing noise. By the time my sight was back, Lorn was trying to straddle me, raising a fist as if she were about to punch down. When she finally rocketed her fist towards me, I brought my arms up, blocking my face and upper chest as the sound of a dull thud could be heard. After her first hit, my forearms went numb, and I did my best to hold them up. After the fifth strike, Lorn seemed to slow in pace, giving me a window to direct one of her punches finally.

 "You have a lot of nerve trying-"

 Lorn attempted to dissuade me; however, I locked the arm that I directed into the ground with my own left arm. With Lorn locked in place, I looked directly into her eyes. I could see the moment she realized what was coming.

 "You try it, I dare you, bitch."

 Lorn swore for what felt like the first time in my presence.

 "LANGUAGE!"

 I yelled as I forced my right arm up and forward. I could feel a faint cracking inside of my right hand as I forced it into Lorn's jaw. Her head was thrown back as the force of the impact was transferred. Going by prior knowledge, I thought it might've just knocked her out. Surely enough, after my reach hit its limit, and I dropped my arm, Lorn slumped on top of me. In most cases, this would be no issue. But we were both worn ragged, and I would be surprised if I'd be able to stand. It wasn't until I felt my lungs scream particularly loudly that I realized I wasn't breathing anymore.

 "EUUUHHH-"

 The next moment, I sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold, catching my breath as we lay there in the field.