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Penny's Dungeons and Dragons: Submission Holds

Daren grunts in pain as Zima drives her elbow into his midsection. These hits are getting to him; the next hit may end the fight. He knows it, too - Zima feels one arm tighten around her throat while the other releases her arm and wraps around her midsection. With a heave, he attempts to lift Zima off her feet entirely and slam her to the ground.

Daren dealt another 4 points of bludgeoning damage (reduced to 2 because she's raging) at the start of Zima's last turn. He also attempts to shove her prone; she must roll 20 or above on an Athletics or Acrobatics check or be shoved prone, and since she's still grappled, she won't be able to get up. Zima will also lost another 1 hit point (reduced from 3 due to her rage) at the start of this upcoming turn.
 
Zima landed another elbow while trying to writhe herself free. Successful on the dealing damage front, Zima was not so fortunate when it came to stopping Daren from getting her down to the ground. Daren closed in and used his own body to keep Zima's arm trapped long enough that he was able to maintain the choke and also gain enough leverage to spin them both down to the mat. Now Zima had no leverage to try and land an elbow, or any meaningful attack for that matter. Instinct started to take over now that Zima was laying with her chest to the mat.

Zima had to make sure that she could keep herself from being trapped any worse than she already was. Trying to make herself as wide as possible, Zima wanted to make it as difficult as possible for Daren to keep her controlled. With this posture, Zima felt she made things as difficult as possible for Daren to keep anything more than the stranglehold over her. Zima knew that if Daren shifted his weight the wrong way, she could get herself free as well as possibly even scramble herself back up to her feet. At that point she was going to potentially have the advantage as well as the opportunity to emerge victorious in this contest.


Zima failed to resist the throw rolling 7+4 = 11. After being taken prone, Zima attempts to escape the grapple on her turn rolling 17+4 = 21. If Zima gets free, she will use her movement to get back up from the ground. In this scenario Zima may drop rage as she did not make an attack and it is possible that Daren will not damage her on his turn if Zima breaks free.

As it stands: If Zima fails to escape she will take 1 damage at the start of Daren's turn, which I will apply to my next post.

Zima 11/15 HP - 5/10 turns elapsed
 
Daren succeeds in taking Zima to the ground, but it was obviously a desperate move and his form is less than perfect. When Zima hits the mat, the impact throws Daren off balance enough for Zima to force her way out of his grip. Daren is shoved back as Zima gets to her feet.

Daren doesn't even give Zima the chance to fully stand before he throws out a roundhouse kick. It's strong but wild, and she ducks far enough for it to glance harmlessly and painlessly off her shoulder. Giving a frustrated sigh that ends in a growl, Daren holds his arms up in front of her face, peering out from between them at Zima.

Daren failed his opposed Athletics roll, so Zima escaped the grapple and could stand. Tried to attack her, but didn't beat her AC, so she took no damage. This also means, unfortunately, that her rage ends prematurely.
 
Zima was able to squirm enough that she got Daren to lose his hold over her. Getting back up to her feet, Zima dodged the follow up attack by Daren. Though now Zima had realized most of the place was watching their sparring match. Not only were they watching, but most were staring at Zima's exposed chest. As the rush subsided from Zima's rage, she started to realize things going on around her, as well as what happened to her earlier in the match.

"The hells?" Zima proclaimed as Daren seemed eager to continue the contest. Zima was more worried about trying to cover and protect her exposed chest after realizing at some point her top was removed. Being able to take a moment and recover from being choked by Daren's hold was allowing the redness from Zima's face to fade toward her pale skin tone. The area around Zima's nose was staying a light pink as it was clear Zima was embarrassed from her current state of undress.

Thoughts were running through Zima's mind that were distracting her. 'What were Oldrek or Ranaer thinking about all this?' For the time being, Zima was rattled and tried to settle into a defensive stance. Zima's left hand was covering her chest while her right hand was extended out in an attempt to interrupt anything that Daren might attempt while Zima processed everything that was going on in her mind.

Zima takes the dodge action to attempt to mentally recover after her rage prematurely expires. Daren will have disadvantage on attempts to attack Zima on his next turn. Zima will also have advantage on DEX saving throws which I am not sure translates to making acrobatics checks to evade a grapple attempt or not.

Zima 11/15 HP - 1/2 rage charges expended
 
Zima's embarrassment and the excitement of the fight doesn't prevent her from catching Oldrek's and Renaer's reactions. Renaer looks embarrassed, one hand massaging his forehead, but he's not shy about seeing Zima's breasts; rather, he looks embarrassed that his sponsored fighter is being exposed in this way. It seems he's using his hand to block eye contact with Oldrek. He's wasting his time, though; Oldrek isn't even looking at him. Oldrek is still watching Zima's fight and doesn't seem concerned by Zima's forced nudity.

Daren isn't concerned by Zima's nudity either. He's losing this fight too badly to worry about that now. Pressing the attack, he steps into a front kick aimed at Zima's midsection, but she sees it coming and can avoid it just be stepping slightly to the side. Carried forward by his momentum, Daren is forced to take another step, placing himself scant inches directly in front of Zima.

Daren attacks Zima, but misses due to her Dodge action (it would have been a critical hit!).
 
Zima took some time to gather herself once she realized she was topless and just about everyone in the room was now watching her. Daren launching a kick toward Zima helped get her focused back on what she was doing and why she was there. Knowing Ranaer, he probably found someone to bet with and Zima was not interested in losing that bet for him. No longer under the effects of her adrenaline rush, Zima was going to have to find a way to finish this fight. The adversity of it all perhaps justifying Ranaer's confidence in her being the next big thing?

All that needed to be cast aside for the time being. Once this was all over, Zima could sort all that out. With her present position, Daren looked ripe for an uppercut as her hand away from her chest was down around her waist from deflecting away the attempted kick. Zima was still trying to cover her chest with her arm, but making less of an effort to do so as she tried to lower her body position for maximum potential damage.

Having worked Daren's body previously almost exclusively, Zima figured this was the time to go for the finish. Maybe she had enough power behind the strike, maybe not. Zima launched herself upward bringing her fist that was lined up to execute another body shot up toward Daren's chin. If she connected flush, perhaps she could knock him out? In doing this, Zima sprang upward off the mat a few inches.

Zima rolls 18 for 22 to hit, for 3 damage.

Zima 11/15 HP - 1/2 rage charges expended
 
Daren's head snaps back as Zima's fist connects with his chin. He stumbles back, trying to catch his balance, but fails. He falls into a sitting position, a trickle of red-tinged drool dribbling from his lips.

"Alright, alright!" He throws up a hand, palm outward. His other hand clutches his abused torso. "I'm done. You win."

The onlookers whisper among themselves. The words are unclear but their voices sound impressed.

"Good work," Oldrek says with a satisfied nod. "Your technique is sloppy, but you've got the mindset. That's the most important thing - that and discipline. We'll work on that."

"And what a show!" someone from the crowd remarks.

"Shut up." Oldrek snaps before looking at Renaer. "She's in."
 
Zima landed her punch, and soon after stepped forward to follow up. The fight wasn't over until the admission of defeat when Daren sat on the mat. Zima having shifted her weight to deliver a follow up kick, which might have been what prompted Daren to realize he was beaten. Zima did not continue with her intended follow up attack. Instead, Zima had the realization of victory jumping through her mind as she settled into a standing pose.

With the fight over, Zima wasted little time in attempting to fix her present clothing issue. Zima stepped aside to recover at least part of her top that was ripped away during her match. Once that was done, Zima did what she felt was right and offered her hand to Daren so he could get back up on his feet. Soon after the realization of victory started to sink in and Zima made her way over to Oldrek. The evaluation was not the best, but Zima did enough to win Oldrek over as he proclaimed 'She's in'

This declaration by Oldrek prompted Zima to step over to Ranaer , "I did it!" Zima proclaimed in an awkward manner. Zima was not sure if she should be happy that she won or embarrassed that she was topless in a room of people that were mostly trying to catch a glimpse of her if they could. At this point, Zima's face was shifting red to betray any attempt she was making to hide that her current situation was distressing her. Zima looked to her sponsor in Ranaer to guide her now that the match was over. Zima made it clear she was uncomfortable at best in her present state, but perhaps that might give Ranaer some ideas on how to market Zima as what he previously proclaimed to be the 'next big thing' in the fight game.
 
"Of course you did it!" Renaer says with a laugh. He makes eye contact with Zima, but only for split seconds at a time before looking away, trying to look everywhere but her chest. "The only thing that matters to Oldrek is whether you're serious. He even trained me, and I wasn't half as good as you are. I'm barely half as good now!"

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial mutter. "He thought you would lose. He did the same thing to me - faced me off against one of his students - and I proved I was worth teaching when I got laid out and still came back for more. But you won. Now he knows you're something special. They all do."

Renaer gestures to the onlookers, smirking. "Soon, all of Waterdeep will know."
 
Some weeks later...​

True to his words, Oldrek takes on Zima as a student. Despite seeming gruff and uninvolved in first, he takes his work seriously, and Zima soon realizes he has a keen eye for identifying her needs. His targeted instructions broadens her abilities, closes gaps in her defenses, and unlearns bad habits she didn't even know she had. Her initial progress is fast, rounding her out and making her a more complete fighter.

After several weeks, however, Zima's improvement has plateaued. Though discouraging, Oldrek tells her this is normal. Training in the same gym against the same sparring partners under the same conditions can only take her so far, he says; to continue to improve, she needs to seek out new fighting experiences. Renaer says this means she's ready to start fighting professionally.

To discuss this, he's invited her to the Yawning Portal, an inn and tavern in Waterdeep's Castle Ward. The Yawning Portal is famous for the eponymous "portal" - a forty-foot wide well in the centre of the inn that descends deep into a sprawling dungeon known as the Undermountain. Or so Renaer said, anyway - Zima's never been there before. His directions are clear this time, though, and Zima reaches the Yawning Portal one late afternoon.

The building is made of stone, with a slate roof and multiple chimneys. From inside, she hears the sounds of music and conversation. Loitering outside the front door are five humans, with one - a man with a shaved head covered in eye-shaped tattoos - peering through a window with a sour pout on his lips.
 
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