Is there any ongoing play by post fight-oriented roleplay like this in english?

My lazy intro to the battle (I created the post on Facebook, so the fighting went in the comments): "『アンナ』 Anna is sitting in a corner of the hyperbolic time chamber^note (This isn't a DBZ roleplay, our character actually have more X-Man-like powers where my character is capable of manipulating kinetic energy and momentum within and from herself — amplifying them to be a speedster and unconsciously manipulating it on the microscale to have augmented metabolism and regen — and hers has a werewolf-ish ability of stat amping whenever she spills blood, even her own), holding to her New 3DS XL as she plays Sm4sh with her Sonic Amiibo while using Z Samus. Oh, she didn't quite come here just to play. Actually, she sent invitations to one or another friend and most rejected, but one person accepted having a sparring session with her. This is mostly caused by the lack of confidence the girl has in her own prowess, and the feeling that sooner or later she will be in danger once again, thus needing to know how to defend herself."

Her entry to the scene: "I received a training invitation from a person which I haven't met in a long time, could beat around the bush giving a reason to accept it, but most of the motivation was just to clean the dirt off my swords. Standing still doesn't fit my style, and I kinda already miss the feeling of getting a new scar. I soon was already there, with the show-off-y leather clothing that was characteristic of my silhouette, my three sabers arranged at my waist in their respective sheaths and my inseparable revolver. That sensation of being heavier than usual was quite a bother, made it seem like I wore some sort of armor, and anything beside the leather is uncomfortable.

— I believe we can dismiss the introductions — I uttered to the blonde^note (This is actually a hidden action. By saying they could dismiss the introductions, she stated Mear'ya already knew about Anna and how she usually behaves. This allowed her to see through my moves and I didn't notice that at all, screwing me for half of the fight), who was distracted by some apparatus which I do not know. I outlined a small smile seeing her — you'd never hear me admit, but I really liked that girl — and after a short reverence with one hand on my breast and the other one stretched, I unsheathed two sabers from their ornamented golden scabbards and positioned them each over the forearm of the opposite arm. As if in a ritual, I slided them through an exposed part of the leather and penetrated on the flesh of my arms, superficially filling the grooves of the blades with the drained blood, and with such a strong shake that it was nearly violent, the scarlet drops went upwards to the sky, nearly disappearing from sight, my signal that I was already prepared to begin.^note (This is her character activating her stat amping ability. Indeed, now she has the superhuman physical attributes to fight my speedster.)"

My first attack: "『アンナ』 — Huh? Y-yes — replies Anna, almost in a murmur, starting to get a little tense. Because of her initial position*^note (I used an art of Yang Xiao Long to illustrate Anna's appearance on that comment, she is forced to pick up the pieces of leather which were sort of fallen and stand up, adjusting her clothing however she can. Then the situation worsens as the other one plucks blood from herself. Luckily, nothing flies towards Anna herself, but the blonde fears blood, and although she can control herself, it is enough to send a pulse of adrenaline throughout her immediately, leaving her slightly dizzy.

Anna shakes her head and forces herself to retake focus, controlling her breath, and in a few seconds advances, accumulating such a speed that it is very hard for any non-speedster to follow her movements with the eyes. She approaches Mear'ya in this running pace, but upon touching the four meters mark the blonde switches directions to the side, surrounding her as she reduces the distance and getting right behind the white haired woman, giving her a sweeping kick in which she converts the power behind her entire sprint into a rotation having her left foot as an axis^note (This is Anna's momentum manipulation in action) and then transfers everything to her left leg at the moment of impact, creating such a strong impact that the other one will probably feel like her bones are on the verge of breaking, and letting the motion carry her leg to the other side.

Completing the rotation as Mear'ya initiates her fall, brought to a more normal stance by her own leg's motion, Anna follows up with a nudge from her left elbow against the temple that spins towards it. This blow, strong enough that repeating it more than once would lead to a concussion, has the power to cause the slim fighter to be sent flying away and bouncing against the ground."

Her turn: "Perhaps the blonde hadn't noticed due to being distracted, or because of the tip of my hat covering part of my face when inclined, but my eyes were closed: since the cuts I had prepared myself to her assault. I was focused on the sounds, especially beats, as there was nothing there to generate sound besides our breathing and my belt buckles's flickering.^note (In other words, if she couldn't follow my movement with her eyes, she would use other means for that.)

The sound quickly approached, so I considered it a lunge, then I made the pale blood flow quickly towards my legs^note (That's the name of her blood-oriented power, which can be focused on one part of the body to further augment it in detriment of the other parts), ready to propel myself, but when closing up she made a quick detour around me. I supposed it was meant to surprise me by attacking me from behind, and also that, given her speed-focused ability, it would be a leg-based attack. Her target should therefore be somewhere below my waist, so all I had to do was push myself in a "small" agile leap to the side, which was easy due to being already prepared to use strength with my legs. I had the time to see her body spin when I opened my eyes, and as soon as my feet touched the ground around two meters from where I was, I made a lunge again, with much more strength behind it than the last one, to send myself as a projectile towards the blonde.^note (This is an example of action breaking. I'll never get to nudge because she'll hit me first... unless I want to get myself cut in half, of course) Thanks to the way my feet landed, the impulse wasn't made with a 'straight' body, but rather twirling my arms and stretched swords like a spinning blade.

There was the chance of her simply leaving my trajectory, and it would be hard to change it like she does, since despite being fast that was never my specialty, but I didn't have many options besides hoping it would go right and preparing myself for a counterattack."

My turn: "『アンナ』 The slim swordswoman jumps aside and Anna's sweep attack goes below her feet, an agile and precise motion, efficient against the girl who isn't used to having opponents capable of reacting to her attacks. However, Mear'ya is clearly not as fast as a speedster, and this estrangement on the depths of the blonde's consciousness makes her notice that there must be something behind that precision, something that enables those of common speed to react to attacks which are too fast to avoid.

By not proccessing that analysis consciously,^note (One of my character's traits is that she weaponizes her empathy, being extremely good of reading people and seeing through them in a fight while remaining a gentle person) the girl remains free not to send the nudge, making her spinning motion leave her in position to run. It is weird and she is anxious, but now that it's already begun, she can no longer stop, so with a minimal delay Anna begins to run towards the white haired one.

The two of them advance towards each other simultaneously, but there is a difference between them: Anna knows she is faster, and that she can use that on her favor. Inside herself, the blonde notices that should she make a simple move, the other one will be able to easily defend from it, and without needing to visualize it she understands the reason, the precognition allowed by experience. Therefore, the speedster jumps amidst her sprint and at a distance of one meter from her opponent^note (BLUNDER! I made the blunder of unnecessarily specifying a hard number for the distane whereas just mentioning it to be "slightly outside of her reach" would have been enough for whatever number she imagined to be enough for the rest of my action to be efficiently completed), flying above her and treating her like Mario would treat a Goomba: the entire speed of her movement gets "concentrated" in her right foot amidst the leap while Anna has her wide and frenetic eyes pointed downwards, completely focused on her opponent as the leg stretches and kicks the woman downwards at her head with full strength, allowing her to take momentum on her and jump again, landing a little behind the swordswoman who never had Anna on her reach, an attack of unexpected nature.

Already turned towards her, Anna cushions the fall by bending her knees, and shoots herself towards the swordswoman once more, kicking with her boots the swords as Mear'ya falls or rolls to the ground.^note (Another multi-action post. She could take the opportunity to harm her, but refrains herself because of it seeming unfair in her mind, instead making a combat stance and awaiting for the woman to at least stand up, keeping a CQC distance but not so small that she could already go up while grabbing Anna."

Her reaction: "She was perceptive and fast enough to escape the edge of my swords, even if just by little^note (We were talking in the chat as she wrote this part of the turn, and she chose not to kill me as that would end the battle too early and she was supposed to train me), and even managed to strike a nice blow on me. I got momentarily moidered and rolled a small distance before managing to pull myself together and use my hands to slow myself down, getting into a pose like that of a cat right before lunging.

— You... strike pretty hard — I spoke, almost in a babble, but loud enough that she could hear me. I stood up without much hurry, saw that she had kicked my blades away, I still had one more, but it didn't seem like the best idea to use it now... no, I had a better plan. The wounds on my arms slowly closed as time passed, but blood still fell, which meant small puddles and splashes were all over the place thanks to the dance of swords. That wasn't my intention, I knew my opponent suffered of certain "symptoms" with the blood^note (Because of her fear of blood, not because of any poisoning), and doing something like that would be dishonorable, but when you have an ability like mine, it gets hard to stick to principles. I opted for my pistol, the distance between us was of at least two of myself and a little more, so the shots, even if affected by gravity, would get to her in the blink of an eye. Not that I didn't think she could dodge them easily, but that was part of it.

The gun barrel had been made myself, and thus differed from norm. It carried eight shots and an overwhelming recoil, yet that was to still hands like mine no more than a thump. I started to shoot rapidly, almost frenetically, the shots aiming for breast height with different angles: it could seem random, but they were concentrated on the left side and followed routes that were meticulously chosen by my mind, which would force her to attack me through the right flank for a lunge or to try to go above the shots, but I kept myself that way, always quickly reloading the gun.

Parallel to that, it might be difficult to notice due to being in plain combat, or perhaps because of my gloves, but my fingernails grew in length, hardened and became denser, like bone claws coming out of where my fingertips should be, and my eyes followed her movements much more easily, signalizing the advancement of my ability."

My turn: "『アンナ』 A bit of blood reaches the blonde's boots, but she doesn't look at it. She avoids it and refuses to look downwards and see if there's anything there, even though she knows there might be.

Is there...? ...

As soon as she notices, Mear'ya is already standing up, so Anna banishes these thoughts and rushes towards her as soon as she's standing upright, thinking of what Mear'ya intends to do.

Is she taking advantage of Anna's fear of blood? She doesn't remember having told about it to her, but the white haired one seems like a mostly pragmatic person and that's the kind of stuff she would do. How will she attack? When the gun is pointed, the blonde's heightened vision^note (Anna has slightly enhanced senses which aid her on keeping track of distance when moving really fast) allows her to see the finger closing into the trigger and the gun pointed to her body in a precise way. The speedster sidesteps to the right, dodging the first shot immediately before it concretizes itself, but then the second points to the same direction and her eyes widen themselves: it's intentional!

She hesitates for a bit, going right and then left and gets grazed by the second shot, moaning in pain, feeling a grain of paranoia the blood dripping through the ribs and down below from the small wound, only deep enough that the noradrenline couldn't prevent it from bleeding.^note (I could have avoided this shot completely, but I thought it wouldn't make sense for my character to be able to dodge on her first attempt after of course being surprised when deducing her opponent's style so quickly while not being the rational type, so I just minimized the damage)

She makes a face of pain, but upon seeing the trigger getting pulled for the third time, Anna already knows what to do and jumps... forward, barely going up, using her Gift^note ("Dom", name given to the powers) to redirect herself to the left and avoid the shot in an unforeseeable, yet fluid fashion.

At this point, Anna is already close from Mear'ya and makes her attack, passing by the woman's right and using her left hand to push the hand with the weapon to the opposite direction at the same time as the right one is already going upwards to hit Mear'ya's throat with the lower part of the palm and cut her breathing."

Her move, right before the one where I go for an intimidation attempt: "The blonde was impressive, my eyes barely followed her silhouette dancing between the projectiles and I didn't expect her to find out my strategy so soon, which I supposed had happened because of the pattern behind her movements. Her perception was as great as her speed, I'd need at least a liter of blood to reach up to her level, to be optimist, and that was getting me fired up for that combat. As I daydreamed, she was soon enough close to me, perhaps... confident on her evasion? But I saw she had slightly wounded herself. That was, however, the least of her worries, as she had went directly into my mousetrap.

Her left hand struck my right, making it retreat and taking her off my aim, but now she was on my zone, and despite being fast, I was the one who was always prepared.^note (Another action breaking maneuver incoming) Even before her own hand moved, my left did so extremely fast, as fast as herself. The pale blood was in a frenzy thanks to my liveliness, add to that the spilled blood and the fact it was being used only in the left arm at that movement and what we have is a singular and brutally strong and fast blow, 'Maria's Blade', all of its destructive potential used to overcome the blonde's speed. My blow consisted of taking the sword off the sheath and using the motion to brandish it upside down. Thanks to the proximity between us, the cut would run from her stomach to her breasts or in between them, never deeper than perhaps the length of a needle. On the apex of the wave, I dropped the pistol and, with the hand that held it, gave her a kind of attack with an open palm against her chest, intending to push her away with the impact and have the chance to recover.

— Can you stand up?

Maybe I had exaggerated on that attack... differently from myself, I don't know if she can heal quickly from a blow like that or even take it without an issue. I didn't want to kill her, but the heat of the moment was greater than that. The upper parts of her clothing should also be ripped, cut into two by the blade, so I removed the leather piece that covered my chest. It was easy, I just needed to loosen the belts made for that purpose and left the tunic at her side, remaining with just a white shirt with a rather revealing V-shaped neckline. I intended to continue the fight if she were still able to do it, but I had my principles, and forcing an opponent to fight seminude was not one of them."

My turn: 『アンナ』 Panic. Anna did not expect such a quick move, and even canceling her forward momentum completely and jumping backwards and aside in a reflex, she cannot completely avoid the cut: it just redirects itself and becomes superficial, opening her jacket's sleeve, severing the strap of the undershirt and opening two gashes on her arm, one along part of her biceps and one slightly below her forearm. It hurts when her muscles tension themselves, bleeds more than the graze which has already stopped. The blood is now visible on the corner of her vision, and there is no avoiding it anymore.^note (Damage minimization)

Anna is pushed and totters backwards, but at this point that's nothing she wouldn't do on her own if the other one hadn't done it for her. Her right hand covers the cuts instinctively.

— There's no need — growls the blonde, covering the left arm with the opposite while covering fear with ferocity. But she fails. Anna cannot hide the fear and her hand trembles, then she doesn't hide it and her arm trembles.

This phrase was an answer to the lass as she was loosening her belts to remove the clothing, a movement read by Anna, who knows that her damaged clothing does only not expose her left breast beause of the demibra.

She cannot mask her fear, nor ignore it. She never could. Not when Vlad tried to rape her and all she could do was run, not even now, when the pain and blood make her vision's edges darken.

Anna is weak, like a prey cornered by its predator. And, like with cornered prey, fear stops being something that restrains her to become something that moves her. That's what men call 'courage'.

— I can still fight you! — she roars, creating a shockwave by striking her fists together, and lunges again, her glare burning with a determination that cannot easily be stared at. That is the determination born by fear, which causes Anna to mistreat a friend. She shall regret that afterwards, but her fear of blood has touched some instincts which aren't rational, and this Anna isn't gentle but rather ferocious.

With this roar capable of freezing the soul and making anyone hesitate,^note (This is an intimidation attempt. Failing to defend from it by mentioning a character's capacity to resist the psychological capacity or such thing as their unwavering confidence results in being afflicted with the desired effect of fear by the other player) Anna jolts at an overwhelming speed, rushing straight towards her target with her hands ahead of her body like claws, ready to deal with anything.

The blonde's hairs flutter, resembling a lion's mane when she approaches and delivers a hail of invisibly fast punches that refuse to be stopped.^note (This is a hidden action, signalizing the usage of one of Anna's techniques called "piercing blow", which by denying the loss of momentum to a target causes an illusion of increased inertial mass, reflection of the reaction forces behind impact and a supereffectiveness against brittle materials), having the potential to crack any bones they encounter, and thus the entire upper body from the waist up becomes a target."

Her reaction: "Her reaction, that fury that spreaded through her silhouette like a fire on summer, echoed and hissed through my bones and shook my body. It was much more than just the shockwave: I noticed what I was really up against. Anna was a potential emotion bomb, and I had just lighted her wick.

Unconsciously, my hands loosened their fingers and my blade fell to the ground, and instinctively my arms formed a guard. What was that feeling? My body moved on its own, that defense wasn't because of knowing of an incoming attack, but rather... fear? No, that was something different, that wasn't my first fight and many times had I felt the razor's edge against my neck before, the blood covering my entire extension and the breath of death pressing against my neck^note (This is an intentionally wasted intimidation defense. She is better than me and going easy on me, but this section of her paragraph implicitly shows that she could have rephrased this to tank the intimidation), but I had never felt an aura like this girl's, a determination that I unknowingly awoke, a real danger.

Even with her charge, I refused to back off, rather hardening my stance, my eyes glowing like never before, all veins throughout my body jumping as if they were about to explode. The gloves were ripped by the claws that grew where my fingers should be, and a thread of blood dripped through my lip as my dental arch became pointy rows like a beast's. The odour of the red elixir that bathed both of us was having its effect, and it now could be said that two beasts had awakened in the middle of the battlefield.

Her attacks were as powerful and fast as I expected of them, more than I could follow. At each hit my arms would crumble inside, and I tried to protect my face and lungs but my weapons had been inutilized by the fractures that I received. I couldn't block all attacks, some ribs breaking apart, perhaps just by little not piercing my lungs and making me drown on my own blood. If not for the pain being nearly absent, I would have bellowed because of it. The more attacks I received, the more my claws jumped, my pupils shrinked and small signs of fur started to grow under my clothing, but at this rhythm I would soon give in.

Unbridled in her punches, I saw the opportunity and retreated moving my right foot backwards as is expected from someone who is unstoppably punched, but instead of continuing, my leg moved in a lateral kick as fast and brutal as was the cut that severed her clothing, aiming for the knee. It would probably fracture it, but mainly would unload such a strong impact that she would lose her balance and, as she fell, I'd lean towards her and literally bite into her wrist, penetrating her completely with my laminated teeth, projecting all of my weight in a spin, keeping my prey through my bite to rotate twice and then release her with the accumulated force, throwing her far enough from me that I could recompose myself.

My arms were almost completely inutilized, the bones had been shattered and I could barely move without having the fragments rip my arm from the inside, but I had enough strength to take out a small dagger from inside my pocket. I retreated, one step at a time, leaving a track on my path, and adjusting when I could see I had small pieces still sufficiently whole. Then, I stabbed myself in the forearm, opening a new bleeding, and took it off and threw it on the ground, stopping my motion. I let myself stand upright, static and covered on my own blood staring the girl while waiting for her next movement."^note Another multi-action post.

My following move: Anna notices the attack to her knee in a reflex, barely defending with her gift without even managing to dodge,^note (Damage minimization, Anna can nullify part of any impact or kinetic energy or momentum transmission) and yet avoids only the fracture and some of the damages, without managing to stop herself from losing her balance. Grabbed by the arm, Anna flounces herself, trying to protect it from the repercussions of being bitten, but all she manages to do is get tossed all the same, in one spin less than it would otherwise be.

Her back collides against a wall from the entrance of the time room, and she can feel the impact inside her head. Her body slides and she falls to the ground on her knees, so dizzy from the collision that by the time she recovers, her anger has began to cooldown and the pain from her wounds becomes more intense, but it suffices to see the blood to startle, forcing Anna to shoot up and stand once again.

The bruise on the knee won't even fully form, as it shall disappear in a few dozen seconds, but cuts are something else. Anna's regeneration is not as fast as it is capable, and while there is no blood coming out of her previous wounds — clots form amazingly fast and well in her body — these are still beginning to regenerate, and the much they have already closed is nearly imperceptible. Her wrist, which by a miracle^note (a.k.a my gift usage at the beginning of the post) hasn't been inutilized by a torsion, still bleeds while she leans against the wall, trying to stop hyperventilating.

The speedster retrieves her focus and tackles again, forcing her legs to the limit of their capacity. Now, if Mear'ya for some reason has changed and transformed into something else that what she knows, something that gets less visibly human by each passing moment, Anna compels herself to be as strong as she became in order to keep the supremacy of her speed.

Upon getting to the limit of the reach the other one would have with her short ranged weapons,^note (i.e I learned from my mistake) the blonde lets herself slide through the ground and over her stockings inbetween the legs of her attacker in a maneuver that she hopes is unexpected: she knows Mear'ya could read her movements before her rage explosion, but her mind confused by anger cannot put her finger on why, so she simply tries to make an unexpected movement in order to preclude her from seeing through it. Amidst her slide, Anna redirects the strength of her movement and thus her head goes up and against the woman's crotch with the entire impulse of her sprint."

Her reaction: "She collided against the wall and, for an instant, I could see Anna's countenance come back to that which I knew, but it lasted only for a moment and soon she voraciously lunged towards me. Perhaps a swirl of emotions confused her head at that moment, but I, even on that animal-like skin, remained the same, and mindfully observed my adversary. Things were taking an unexpected and dangerous route, should they continue that way they could end badly, so it was time to change attitude.

In normal conditions, I would prepare myself to receive an attack and counterattack right after, but as she approached, all I did was take off my hat and let it fall to the ground while my claws slowly disappeared and my expression went back to what it routinely was: something cold and empty. I observed her technique well, already knew what she had the potential to do, those sudden stops and discharges of force, therefore, as she closed even further in, I presumed something like that would occur. I discarded a punch because of her arm condition, as well as a kick thanks to the ease I would have in dodging it, a knowledge which she must also have obtained in these last few minutes.

I was certain that she would try something to catch me off guard, the pale blood flowed at full steam, but with a different goal. As soon as her column began rising to headbutt me, I lowered myself down and stretched my left arm a little ahead of my body. Now it was certainly inutilized. The girl, however, wouldn't feel anything more than my palm leaning against her body, no offensivity or tricks.

— Calm down — I emphasized the 'calm', slowly and clearly mumbling the words. — Look into my eyes and breath deeply. Remember the reason why you called me here? You wanted to train, but if you keep that way, you'll only hurt yourself. It's great to see you try and adapt yourself to defeat me, but you've got the wrong idea while doing that.

After that, I stood up and retreated a few steps. Without the effects of the pale blood, that wound did really hurt, but that didn't show up on my expression. Almost nothing did, but my cheeks had an uncommon blush for such a gray fortress as myself. I hoped she could calm down now, she had a lot of potential, but it would be wasted if the only condition in which she could use it was that one.

— Come on, show me what you're able to do. This time, without going crazy."

My move, the last one in the fight so far: "『アンナ』 The other one's right hand, even wounded, interposes itself between the speedster and the huntress, dirtying in blood the blonde's face while also precluding her attack. Despaired, she screams and tries to punch Mear'ya with her injured right arm, but a line stops her midair.

'Calm down.'

That phrase is like a jet of cold water to the face, shocking Anna in such a way that she feels back the pain of her injuries at once, but she isn't over yet, and the elder calls over her attention, forcing her to stare at her despite the fear and shame that succeeds that. Once she is released, Anna ends up crestfallen for a few more seconds, touching her hairs with her bloodstained hand. Yes, she was indeed to regret that rage, and should have thought about that before... if it were possible? Was it? She doesn't know, yet feels guilty all the same.

The injury at the wrist stops bleeding, with a black layer of clots between her hand and forearm. The other, lighter wounds, are also closer to closing, but it cannot be seen because of the dry and coagulated blood that surrounds them.

— It's okay. I'm sorry... — solemnly asks her, giving the white haired woman a melancholic look. Anna breathes deeply and concentrates. She feels the pain of her wounds, the fear that presses her to run or enter a frenzy, but of which she cannot run, no matter what option she chooses. The air leaves, and then enters her once again, and Anna's eyes start to change so leisurely that it cannot be perceived in real time. She cannot suppress that fear, and let it become fury did not wield good results. So what can she do?

The speedster charges in one more time, running towards the young woman in an unforeseeable zigzag as her eyes are taken over by a doubt that is not as anxious as it is confused, but which seems to also slowly disappear, morphing itself into something else. Anna hops upon getting close to the other girl, redirects herself to her flank in midair... and then back to the front, resuming her zigzag, and tries a high kick against her face, one in a half moon, which might hit her with the foot as well as with any other leg part, while the other leg stretches towards Mear'ya's belly to follow and makes the air vibrate in a kind of linear wave ahead of itself."^note Hidden action here.

And that's all there is so far.