(OOC: Schrift and I talked over this post via pm, so [for benefit of the mods] this is NOT autoing.)
As Hiro approached the table Dakarai sat at, a murderous look on his face, Dakarai had to take a breath to stop herself from forfeiting right then and there. Instead, she merely tensed the muscles in the furry gorilla arm, causing the table to splinter further. Whoops. At this rate, this'll end up like the arm-wrestling match between Kirishima and Tetsutetsu at the sports festival my dad was in. Although, somehow, I don't think we'll end up all chummy-chummy at the end like they did.
She jolted herself out of her musings when Hiro sat down, glaring daggers. The girl steeled herself for the match as his arm became covered in scales hard as rock. She had to remind herself that she'd cracked the scales once before, that he wasn't completely unbeatable. Breathe, Dakarai. Remember to breathe.
As the match commenced, the two seemed to be even in strength, at first. But even Hiro's fierce temper and practically bulletproof arm couldn't overcome the raw power of a male silverback, though Dakarai thought she might end up tearing it off her back with the effort it took to slowly but surely push Hiro's arm to the table.
Dakarai finally managed to slam Hiro's arm down, making a rather large dent in the table. While she exhaled in relief that it was over, retracting the arm back into her back, Hiro pushed back from the table, seeming to barely be holding it together. Eventually, his control snapped, and he blew up. Almost literally. He grabbed Dakarai by the front of her shirt, flames leaping off his body. "Let's take this outside," he growled, hands still fisted in her shirt. Once they were out in the rain, he dumped her unceremoniously on the ground, the rain evaporating instantly when it contacted his flames.
Oh, man, Dakarai thought as she clambered to her feet. I knew he'd be pissed, but this is ridiculous. When he let loose a crazed roar and charged, she was left with no time to think, producing the first body part that came to mind; another gorilla arm. It took the brunt of his attack as she retreated, trying to get away from anything flammable.
This is gonna get ugly, was all she could think before preparing for the next attack.