Mace Mom vs Kim Wild Nail 01

New dramatic fight between heavily armored mace-armed mighty mom (Mace Mom, 45 y.o.) supported by her son Steven (21 y.o.) and the dangerous and merciless blonde warrioress Kim Wild Nail (35 y.o.). Well, let's give the floor to an eyewitness of this dramatic struggle, faithful Steven:

It was a good fighting season for me and my mom. Within a few months we fought 4 fights - all ended in victory. We made a lot of money from it and visited some exotic places where the fights took place. My mother has become the undisputed star of the season. She fought in the unique style of the ancient gladiators called "andabata": she fought wearing a helmet (or rather a face shield) that prevented her from seeing. Mom decided on this solution because the payment for participating in a blindfolded fight was ten times the standard rate. Also, the audience loved it when an andabata fighter won. Learned from the unfortunate experience of other female warriors who had previously fought in the andabata style, we decided to use armor consisting of perfectly matched pieces of sheet metal. Mom had to take out a large loan to cover the cost of making this armor, but after the first victorious fight, the costs were tripled. We triumphed: the days passed in constant and long training sessions, during which our team improved their technique more and more. We have developed our own combat strategy. I was responsible for controlling my mom's fight in the arena. I was literally her eyes and ears. My fighting and armored heroine fought with a heavy mace, blindly striking right and left. I was in constant contact with mom by a long telephone cable. The cable was wounding automatically onto a spring-loaded spool at the bottom of mom's armored backplate. Thanks to this solution - the cable did not get tangled under her feet during the fight: Mom could fight freely without fear of getting tangled in her own cable.
This was supposed to be the last fight of the season. Our opponent was the mysterious rising star of the arena: Kim Wild Nail. Little was known about her other than that she managed to surprise and defeat the famous Agent Blue. Kim fought with a powerful pneumatic nail gun that spewed long, sharp nails. My mom and I had never fought an opponent using a ranged weapon before, but the lure of making money made us decide to take the challenge.
Just before the fight, my mother donned the armor. She wore it directly over her naked body: the armor plates clung directly to her abundant curves. Mom said the lack of insulation between her body and the armor improved her situational awareness: it made her feel like her own body in the armor. After a fight, when Mom takes off her armor, her body is always so hot and sweaty that it looks like she's emerging from hot water.
Just before closing the face shield, Mom and I did a routine communications check. Everything works as it should

Mom saluted me, then closed the visor that covered her forehead and upper face. I've always been concerned about the unprotected part of her face. I proposed modifying the facial armor to cover the entire head, but my mom decided against it. She believed that she would gain more popularity in the arena and the love of fans if she kept her luscious big lips (in fact, they are beautiful) and lush black hair on display. After closing the visor, mom turned her back on me and stood directly in front of the exit to the arena. The arena was a large circle about 100 yards in diameter. The fight was directly observed by only a dozen or so people. Much more - about tens of thousands - followed the event on the Internet and other online media (by the way - it's the year 2450). In the ready-to-start position, we waited for about 20 more minutes until the triple beep officially started the fight. Immediately after the beep, my mom stepped decisively into the arena. Immediately after crossing the gate, mom got to the fire of her blonde opponent. I heard the characteristic sound of metal nails bouncing off the armor. Mom reported the first good news: enemy fire did not penetrate her armor. It was reassuring, but... I knew things could change when the two fighting women started closing the distance to each other. Besides, I was still concerned about the safety of the exposed part of her face. I was directing mom straight at the enemy. In accordance with our tactics, most of the way was covered by a quick but not very strenuous walk. All this time, our enemy kept fire control over my advancing mom, raining down on her with continuous and accurate fire. Fortunately, the nails she threw bounced off the armor like rain on a window pane. After a while, when mom was only 30 yards away from the opponent - I gave the command: jogtrot!. Mom sped up, reporting at the same time about the armor's total resistance to fire. I was relieved because being in a light run, the exposed parts of the body (mouth and part of the waist) were now a harder target for the blonde opponent.

I looked through the persiscope more closely at Kim Wild Nail. I saw complete composure on her face. By the way, I also noticed that her face is very beautiful. She wore sunglasses that reflect the sun so I couldn't see her eyes clearly. Still, I knew she was very confident: She had her head held high with a defiantly upturned chin. Her beautiful, full lips were slightly pouted in the expression of a seasoned professional. Even though she was now our enemy and a direct threat to my own mom, I had to admit that she was a beautiful woman. Kim was confidently aiming her pneumatic nail gun at her target and methodically, unhurriedly, sending nail after nail in mom's direction. She seemed completely unstressed to the fact that her barrage was - so far - completely ineffective. Enchanted by the beauty and dignity of our adversary, I almost neglected my duties. I was pulled out of my thoughts by another message from my mom:
"The enemy fire intensifies! Slight Dents in breastplate perceptible" - this time mom's voice was clearly breathless and slightly nervous.
I quickly reduced the periscope magnification: Oh! Mom was almost at her opponent. I immediately ordered a direct attack. I gave the coordinates of the target and determined the direction of the enemy's movement. Kim confidently began to walk around mom on the left. Mom moved her mighty weapon in a majestic and devastating motion that undulated from left to right. It was about to start in a second...

Will be continued soon! :)