Gambino Beach

"AHH! HEY! YOU CRUSHED MY SANDCASTLE!"

"STUFF IT IN YER EAR! IT'S JUST SAND!"

"HEY WATCH IT LADY!"

"Wat's that? Got sand in your shorts? Gimme a break it's kinda hard to walk in SAND THANKS! Geeze. People are crabby today."

Shouting, protests and angry grumbles followed the bounty hunter in her traverse across the shore of Gambino beach, making the long trek to the very same stretch outside an all too familiar bar. The Firebrand. Oh how she loved that place and the memories it held, making the already large grin on the femme's face grow wider with sheer amusement and fondness. Several memories lead her thoughts back to a certain punker who had slipped out of the room early this lovely morn.

A little shiver of excitement danced along her spine and she contained all her little thoughts, just letting her expression speak for her.

Ryke was happy. VERY happy. Her mood couldn't have been better unless Colin was her opponent, which he wasn't, but hopefully she would get the chance to face off with her favorite sparring partner again soon. She loved duking it out with him. Almost as much as she loved doing other things with the punk. Hehehe. She was bad and she didn't care. They had fun together.

Finally coming to a sandcastle and sunbathing family free stretch of beach, the overly and unusually excited bounty hunter had snaked a little white cord up from her back pocket and around her neck, stuffing two little white buds into her ears and with the press of a button, her tunes began to play.

Feeling pumped, the beat of the music had her rocking and nodding her head along with the rhythm and was lost to the energy of the song.

That is, until the music faded and Ryke looked out, over and across the long stretching sandy shore.

...

No Izzy.

...

No Ash.

...

Nocere?

No opponents? What the crap was this? Was she early?

...

She stood, in the middle of sand, no one around for a good couple of miles that she knew and just stared, blank faced, appalled she was the only one.

Her brow twitched and for some reason she felt compelled to borrow a familiar phrase from her good friend the Irish-Brit punker. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY TEAM?!"

A snort, she plopped down in the sand and took a seat. Time to wait. "Jerks. Standing me up."

Sand.

Water.

Umbrellas.

A perfect holiday location.

However, Izette wasn’t exactly known for being sun friendly. In fact, as soon as she exited the cab that she had taken from the hotel the sun seemed to practically reflect off of her skin.

“OH GOD! WHY!?!” Some man screamed as the sunlight that was reflecting off of Izzy’s flesh blinded him. The punker on replied in the best way that she knew how too with the international symbol of hate, the finger.

Yeah, she was in a smashing mood. Literally.

Finally, after a bunch of searching, she noticed Ryke standing by a palm tree. However, Ryke seemed chipper. Probably for a good reason considering that she had spent the evening with Colin.

Disgusting.

She didn’t say a word, but rather she simply wandered up beside her teammate with her arms folded over her chest. A blind-deaf-retarded man could feel Izette’s mood from 600 hundred feet away. But the real question was Ryke going to notice?

Probably not, considering she was high as a ******** kite off of a good mood.

Talk about role reversal.

Song turned, her masked visage still manging to convey her feeling of confusion quiet well. "Que?", her bright blues looking at the woman if perhaps she was a bit loopy. But she also realized who the woman was. She had in fact watched her preliminary, which was most interesting.

"J'ai pensé que les règles ont déclaré que nous devons attendre au moins trois membres de chaque équipe pour arriver avant que commençant le premier combat.", the french slipping out before she realized it and tried again, her husky, heavily accented French making it difficult to understand, surely.

"Ve must have tree memvers of each team bevore the fight, no?", but with her hand placed on her sword, and the other on the whip at her waist, there was no doubt she was willing, but she played by the rules. At least in regards to things like that. Once the fight itself started...well, rules were meant to be bent.

The sun gleamed crisply off the water, reflecting a scene most would find quite beautiful. That is why people came to the beach, after all, was it not? Nature was a finely preserved attraction for the merits of casual vacationers, taking a break from their tussled lives to find some semblance of peace.

...Emotion...

It filled the air with its stench.

..or maybe that was just the sheer number of unbathed fans beginning to gather..

The far more familiar sound, smell, and feel of technology was beginning to permeate the surroundings of the tavern as news crews and security teams began filtering in and setting up their respective areas. This was the year of Legends, after all, was it not? The Emotion of the first round was set, and it threatened to overwhelm the serenity of the good Doctor, even as he approached.

No.. he wasn't really overwhelmed with his own feelings, but did everyone really need to get so hyped over a simple fight?

Sleek black boots, finely pressed brown Denims, a tight-fit white muscle shirt showing off a well toned body, an immaculate white labcoat unbuttoned and flowing gracefully in the wind, smoothly shaven face, slick, shinning brown hair, and a pair of sharp emerald eyes. The Doctor was an anomaly that stood in stark contrast to what anyone would consider a "man of science". In fact, were it not for the labcoat, he could easily pass as a particularly well-off bodybuilder... or some affluent politician with the amount of charisma he seemed to be leaking.

The crowd was light enough yet that he didn't have to struggle to make it through to the front lines, and a simple sleight of the coat sleeve revealing the FIGHTER attached high upon his forearm was more than enough to get him through the security barriers, though from his looks he may have even been able to talk his way through.

A quick scan of the beach revealed a few earlier arrivals... and sand.. lots of sand. He was particularly content that he would be sitting this one out. Sand was always pesky, especially in a fight. It got everywhere naturally, and people seemed to have no problem throwing it in others' faces. It was quite opposite to the grease and chemicals he was accustomed to working with; gritty... abrasive..

Speaking of abrasive, it seemed only one of his teammates had arrived as of yet.. interesting that the one selected to sit out would make up half the current party. The opposition was a bit more punctual... and dauntingly lacking in appearance. All women? Each trying to pull off her own little "punk" fantasy.. it was even worse than he had researched.

Yes.. he was content to be sitting this one out. All that was left to do now was stand to the side and wait. Observe a chance to strike, as was the wonder of this tournament, but his presence was otherwise needless.

"IZZY! FINALLY!" Needless to say, Ryke was rather EXCITED to see her best friend and teammate, noticing the shape shifter mosey on over to her. The bounty hunter grinned a wide, disgustingly happy grin. How could she not be in such a good mood? After last night?

Yeahhh.

She yanked the earbuds out and stuffed them right back in her pocket, if only so she could give her best friend a big hug after jumping back to her feet.

...

But the copycat didn't look too pleased. "Err-rough night?" She wasn't oblivious but it wasn't quite clicking with her yet that the shifter was pretty miffed about a number of things. Of which, she had to be informed about later.

Further proof to Ryke's spectacular mood was her state of dress. Her orange mop of hair was a little more neat than usual, looking brushed and tamed, streaked and tipped with a bright blue and bits of other colors here and there. Her clothes clean and a bit more fitted than normal, she sported the same green bomber she never went a day without, unless of course Colin ever asked for it back, then there might be issues, she probably wouldn't wanna give it back.

What? She liked it! It looked good on her for a change. D:

Anyway, her cargo pants were looking particularly interesting what with random splotches of color, was that, was that paint? A couple of tears here and there, they were clearly a bit battle worn already but they were her favorite and tucked into her boots she looked ready and rearing to go. Her goggles sat on the top of her head, but considering their place of fight, all the sand wind and water, she might have ot use

Oh, let's not forget her belt, pouches and the two weapons dangling from it. Yeah she was good to go.

Another voice took her attention away from Izzy and Ryke had to filter the light through her hand in order to friggin see through the damn sun to find their blue haired team captain bounding towards. them.

"Yo Ash!"

Apologies weren't necessary, she waved it off. "Nah, no worries. I guess I was just early, despite my night...err, yeah anyway."

And then, jibberish. What the ******** was this woman saying? Ryke didn't know French, that's exactly what it was, French, but the bounty hunter wasn't exactly fluent in much of anything besides plain old English, and maybe some Irish and Brit slang ala, Colin and his colorful vocabulary making her snicker.

Finally the woman translated herself, and Ryke shrugged. "'Sppose we do. My girls are almost all here, how 'bout your crew Eh?"

Tei Kae Wrote:

He knew by the fact she hadn't gotten in till the wee hours of the morning that her 'date' had gone well.

((Riiiight. :roll))

"Oh!", she startled, realizing that she hadn't even seen the 'good' doctor yet. "And my third team mate is here, as vell." So they could in fact begin. Vice didn't get a greeting, because well, he wasn't exactly her favorite person in the world. But all thoughts about that, and all thoughts of her date with Kael, and her concerns about her daughter faded as she focused her sole attention on the fight at hand.

She looked at the orange haired woman who'd spoken up about her 'girls'. "Are you de captaine, then? Should ve decide terms?"

Kain swung his head towards the redhead and looked above the top of his sunglasses, sipping on his most excellent beverage all the while. Smacking his lips savouring the taste of it,

"Well, we were gonna be fighting on the beach, 'thought I'd mix myself a little drinky. It'd be a shame to have this shine and breeze without the company of coconut delight."

He reached up into his back pocket and revealed a marvelous silver flask, something he picked up when he got his paycheck from the lovely captain lady standing over yonder.

"Find a coconut and some pineapple juice and you're more than welcome to have some--unless you'd rather hold off until after we've all been beaten and bruised. Could help with the healing."

He was still oblivious that Doc Vice had shown up. A wonderful teammate Kain could be sometimes, especially when sharing booze with their opponents.

Well, that was one way to do it. And at least she and the blue haired woman were on the same wavelength about her accent. It was ridiculously overdone. But c'est le vie.

Oooh...nasty little things, those brass knuckles. She minded herself to watch out for that. But body language and view trumped all. What was even better was that they were face to face. That gave that extra split second of reaction time that Song would need. Especially when one could watch the opponents eyes dart from point to point. There was no subtly to it if you were watching their face. It was always the face that was the give away. That and a punch to the face was always what someone who didn't know their opponent went for first.

While Song had plenty of street combat ability, she had even more martial ability. And rule one in martial fighting: Don't leave the ground. Once you were in the air, you could not easily change your position unless you could fly.

As Ashe's fist reeled back midflight, Song simply grinned, took a step forward, grabbing woman's elbow with her right hand, and Ashe's wrist with her left, as Song spun on her heels, giving her back to the punch, the fist of the blue haired dynamo just grazing her jaw as her weight came down upon Song. There'd be a slight bruise, but not a horrific one.

With her right foot digging into the sand, she shifted her weight, and used Ashe's own momentum to flip her over Son'gs head, and into the side off to the side. There was no need for words or gloating. She simply waited, while Ashe dusted herself off.

1/17<

}Small edit for clarity.{

How could one spin in sand without burying one's feet, ESPECIALLY with pumps. As Song tried at her martial art ability, though she detoured her punch and managed to somehow lift Asherah over her head, this fighter had other plans.

Reaching out her hands, Asherah grabbed two fist fulls of the woman's hair to the scalp, and let gravity do the rest. With this hold, Asherah used the hair to pull herself to the ground to get herself near to her opponents back.

Hunching her back forward, Asherah tightened her grip even more so and HEAVED a mighty heave backward as she pushed and leapt with all that she was worth. As Song fell back and hit the sand, Asherah twisted around and held down the woman's head into the ground whilst still holding onto the hair.

"EAT FISH POOP."

Bald spots anyone?

}2/17{

Well the guy in the sand buggy thing looked like the type of fellow to have a good time, so her first impression of him was a fairly good one. Besides, he told her how to make that s**t he was sipping on all kindly like. He was good in her books. Mutie or not.

The mask wearing superhero could be femme looked, and sounded like something out of her sunday cartoons. Yes Ryke watched cartoons...she had younger siblings remember?

Only when she was back home.

No really.

Ash jumped up so enthusiastically she didn't have the heart to tell her to wait for Nocere, so thumbing at the blue haired meta femme, Ryke grinned at supergirl. "Naw. That's the captain. Seems you two worked it out so I'll just be over here."

So Izzy was looking like a ray of sunshine, whipping out her smokes and already puffing away, meanface properly in place. No wait, that was Ebris. Mayn, she shouldn't spend any more time with that jerk, he was rubbing off on her in the wrong ways.

The copycat's snappy sentence earned a sheepish expression. YES from Ryke. A guilty look, I know I know, but Izzy was her best friend afterall, she didn't like the usually bubbly shifter being all HURR at her. It was weird, and out of character. "Geeze, sorry. And hey-wait how the hell do you know what we even did? Hmmm?" After all, she could be jumping to conclusions.

Of course she was only half right, it'd been pretty darned nice, but not wild and -- okay the author figured that was enough for now.

SO! Looks like another one arrived, the last of the opposing team wandered on in, her accent falling on ears much smoother, more natural. Another frenchie but this one seemed legit.

Happy to have 95% of the fighters here, Ryke presented the newest arrival, who seemed much friendlier than Clark Kent back there, with a wide anxious grin.

"Looks like you're all here. Who's interested in going next? I'll take on anyone except the man'a steel. He looks grumpy." Oh how she loved cracking slights at people, she never meant any harm or offense to anyone unless they seriously earned it, she was just having fun and ready to get going.

"So, Mister Tzenidaar, what's your opinion on this match-up between Team Raptus Regaliter and Team Nirvana?"

The announcers were quick to get the man into the topic at hand as the viewers at home got a look at the action, the commentators voices over microphones playing over the action at hand.

"Well, I think Team CHUMP CHANGE is going to defeat Team CHUMPTASTIC. 'Cause its got a better ring to it. But not by a lot, 'cause they all look WEAK."

Wait... which team was team Chump Change, and which one was team Chumptastic? Well, it didnt really matter, he didnt even care if he was mistaking team members for the wring team. And he based his opinion on a name?

"Its Team Nirvana and Raptus Regaliter, not whatever you called them, Tzenidaar." One of the commentators corrected the chimera, who obviously didnt care since he show the commentator a sneer, even though viewers at home didnt pick it up.

Well, suppose it was time to actually watch the fight at hand rather than share his personal opinions.

'Wig? EWWWWWWW.'

DROP

Seeing as Asherah still lifted the wig from the woman's head, Asherah would indeed be face pointed to the ground, and her legs nearest Song. So she couldn't kick her in the face.

Tucking in her arms and legs, Asherah fell to the ground with a thump to her rump and a quick tumble followed. While she was tumbling however, Asherah had enough gumption to unhook her whip from her hip before she was up. Turning about in the sand with her hands during the final somersault, Asherah popped up, gained back her footing and lashed the whip towards Song's left ankle, seeing as her toes didn't seem to be screwed into the sand.

"Gotcha!" Ash exclaimed as the whip raveled about her opponents ankle firmly.

With a strong pull towards her torso, Asherah attempted to uproot Song's foot and with further pulling, make her lose her balance and fall to the ground.

}3/17{

My my, they seemed a little jumpy. The first mention of deciding terms and fists start flying. He was relieved, however, to see the last of his team arriving. Fighting under these conditions was not the most ideal for a heavyweight like himself ("man'a steel?" she had no idea how right she was). Especially against a team of lightweights... he was more than content to sit this one out.

The 'good' Doctor smiled at the reference and the eccentric woman behind it. Among the more respectable aspects of neutral personalities is that they were very hard to upset... no matter how 'grumpy' they looked.

"Milady, it would be my pleasure to accost you irregardless of whom you elect to face." he chuckled in his own odd sense of humor. It could be generally assumed that he was referring to a striker role, but with such a man, who could really tell?

He also had to wonder inwardly at the flow of combat... or more specifically at the woman who freaked out over a clean wig after being perfectly content at ripping out live, greasy, and subsequently bloody hair.

Asherah sighed as Song lashed out her whip when she did herself. Raising her left wrist to guard her her neck from certain strangulation, Asherah then flicked her right wrist to make the long bullwhip turn into a short rigid whip.

With that done, Asherah hooked her whip back onto her hip, and proceeded to let the whip curl around her arm and neck, to let Ms. Bird pull her forward, and stop them from falling by shoving her feet in the sand and lean her weight backwards a bit. Reaching her free right to Song's free hand, Asherah gripped it tight, and leaned her body back to smack her forehead to her opponents nose.

}4/17{

"LOLOLOLOLOL, GEEZERS WEAR WIGS."

Yes, he literally roared 'lololololol' into the mic, pronouncing it as it was spelled.

Aw how cute, Ryke had a blissful night. Despite the fact that Izette probably should have been happy for her friend, she felt like vomiting. AND NOW SHE WAS TOUCHING HER!

DISGUSTING.

Now what probably made her eye twitch slightly was the fact that Ryke made a comment about Izette’s age.

“Oh Hunny, I’ve known about bliss a long time ago, and quite a bit more often. With different levels of “bliss”. But of course, you’ll find out about the different levels of bliss when YOU are older.” Izette had a smug grin, Ryke’s joke seemed to have failed. However their moment of kidding around seemed to have stopped when she found a finger being pointed at her.

A teal finger with oddly shaped fingernail.

Oh Joyous day, freaky blue alien b***h had arrived.

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

"HEY, None'a that. You're gonna hate me for the next words outta my mouth but she's on the same damn tea-."

“I already ****** know.” She cut Ryke off in the middle of her sentence, now she wasn’t caring if the Alien b*h heard the rest. Izette took another drag of her cigarette and flicked it to the ground. And with that, Izette grabbed another cigarette out of the tin and lit one up and focused her attention on the fight.

Damn that tasted good.

Everyone was joining in on the chant except for one lone individual who pouted in the corner with his arms folded.

"Stupid jerks making all that racket. They can go to hell along with the crazy blue-haired girl."

He hated elves.

"DON'T TAKE THAT st! BEAT HER a, SONG!!!

His voice probably drowned in the sea of Asherah praise, but he didn't care.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Amazing how someone had the time to sigh and oh so nonchalantly lift a hand to break a whip wrap that was going at the EXACT same time as her own attack. And negate her own attack entirely. But so be it.

As Asherah came forward and pulled her own weight back to keep them from falling, Song took advantage of the situation, and curled her own hand tighter around the grip of her whip handle and her own fist, with the extra support of the whip handle beneath it to slam a punch home into the face that was so conveniently coming towards her.

With the fall of the whip tightened around the arm and neck of the woman, and both of their free hands occupied, she wouldn't have the freedom of movement to block the punch or do anything to avoid it since she was already headed for it.

4/17<

Dencaix stood up, looking down upon his creation. Below him was a small, curved indentation in the sand just big enough for a pair of buttocks and a raised section behind it for a backrest.

Didn't really resemble a chair, but so be it.

He deemed it as a chair and so a chair it shall be.

He turned around and sat in his sand-throne, a look of smug achievement on his face.

Not far to his right, the fourth member of the female team arrived, and it seemed as if yet another catfight was going to break out between madame cigarette and the alien.

With a two by four.

With nails in it.

That looks slightly painfu-waitasecond.

She's an alien, what's she doing with a two by four? Wouldn't they have like ray guns or anti-matter beams or crap like that?

Dencaix smiled. Of course not! This is HoH! The biggest tournament like EVAR. Why should weapon choice make any sense? The fact of the matter is that someone's going to be hit with it and, now that you think about it, nine out of ten dentists would probably rather see someone get hit with a two by four with nails in it than an antimatter ray. I mean, antimatter rays would just obliterate the teeth while the two by four could leave some damage that could be repaired for mucho bucks. That last dentist is probably a humanitarian who doesn't like violence...

As Dencaix pointlessly pondered weapon choices, a loud noice began to rise from all around him. The crowd was chanting.

The crowd, rather loudly, Wrote:

Ash-er-ah! Ash-er-ah! Ash-er-ah!

Caught up in the moment, he joined in the cheering and clapping.

...After a few times doing it, he realized something.

Which one is Asherah?

He would ask, but that would require leaving the comfort of his form-fitting sand recliner.

He opted to be lazy and instead shout (loudly) at the group of female fighters to his right.

"HEY. I'M SORRY TO INTERUPT, BUT COULD YOU GUYS I'M SORRY I MEAN GIRLS TELL ME WHICH ONE IS ASHERAH BECAUSE I SEEM TO HAVE FORGOTTON WHICH TEAM SHE WAS ON."

When someone goes to block their neck, they do not raise their arm in nonchalance, just as in Asherah's case, her left arm shot straight up so that she would not be choked. Thus, her knuckles would be just at brow level.

That was then, this is now.

Seeing as Asherah was in close enough proximity to deliver a headbutt, Song would have to throw a pretty nasty and awkward punch to get to Asherah's face. Nasty being that Asherah's arm was in the way of her face, and awkward being that they were so close and Asherah's arm was in the way of her face.

But a punch is a punch, and it still hit Ash's arm, which put pressure from her arm to the bridge of her nose. A quick shot of pain rose up her hand and nose that made her fist clench further, it wasn't much seeing as the punch was from a very close distance, but it was enough to make Ash angry, and yelp.

Asherah's right hand still had Song's left hand tightly gripped and that it would stay as Asherah launched her right knee, full force, straight up between Song's legs and right into her pikachu.

A patella to crotch move would no doubt hurt Song. That is unless she had a wig down there too.

}5/17{

Pang

According to the MDSA:

Stab proof material? Jeans? Abdominal armor? Arm armor? Calve armor? Crotch armor? Padded metal plates? Nothing there.

Did she have eye armor too?

How was she moving so quickly, and yet keep her girlish figure?

Intense.

As Song stepped backwards from the kneeage, Asherah put her right leg back and let the whip unravel itself, plus with the yank of Song's hand, it was off for sure. But there would be no time wasted. Drawing her sai, Asherah started forward and put her thoughts into motion.

With her right and left hands Asherah lashed out her sai up and under either side Song's collar bone, this would make the sword poke into and out of her flesh and be on either sides of her nech. The two prongs of either sai slid over the opposite side of the bone, and with that, Asherah tightened her grip and pushed up with all her might.

Idealy, this would snap the bone, and make the blade shiv into her shoulders.

}6/17{

Oh hoooooo, dirty fighting, eh?

Kain took off his sunglasses, took back the drink offer to Vice and tossed his shades behind somewhere into the crowd, giddy cheers arose from fangirls as they fought over the memorabilia. He put his headphones in his pocket and cracked his knuckles. The sound would only be echoed by the flesh tearing on his back, two great 7ft leathery wings.

He kept them low so as not to draw too much attention, but they were large and black amongst sandy beach scenery, so, they just may get attention. Hopefully, it'd prompt the women to be a bit more lady-like.

So this fight was dragging it's heels and the bounty hunter itched for a chance to jump in the ring and get started on her own fight. Watching the two femmes go at it was driving her mad, wishing, wishing very hard mind you that they would just quit the p***y footing around and get to the ground and pound.

Those were the huge differences between Ryke and her team captain, the huntress took no satisfaction out of that whole, keeping her distance and not getting her hands dirty stuff. She loved to bring her fights to the ground and she hoped she would have that chance when her turn came up.

Fidgeting, the red-head couldn't stand still and she also didn't want to get stuck playing referee between Izzy and Nocere, but hey.

That's when the cheering and chanting started and Ryke grinned to herself, glad to see such an uproar over Ash. Even when the other random dude came in and started to rumble with the green haired spectator, she kinda inched out of their way and watched the goings on with cautious eyes...

"Kick his a**? HAH!" She shouted at the men, not really knowing what else to say to them, completely taken aback by their little scuffle.

So yeah anyway, back to the uhh fight, by the time Ryke had turned around, the copycat took it upon herself to push the little button on her FIGHTER that meant it was time to step in and give Ash some help.

By way of shanking.

Well, that certainly put a grin on the hunter's face, it was about time things got nasty cause Supergirly was really starting to grate on her nerves what with the sudden appearance of lololconveniantcrotcharmor among other things.

Something caught her attention from the other side however, and Ryke lifted her eyes to glance over at the Devil's second cousin over there only to see him ditch the shades and let his wings out for a clearly needed stretch.

Raising a brow at the sheer size of the appendages, Ryke made a low whistling sound. He was a damn mutie of course, but she really didn't make a fuss of it considering he came off pretty casual but the wings? Yeah, she was kinda curious how may blows it would take with her lovey machete dangling off the back of her belt it might take to hack those babies right now.

Ooh, what a thought.

And Sailor Moon was at it again it seems, somehow managing to narrowly avoid EVERY SINGLE HIT thus far. Mayn, what a cheap fight. Pfft. This blows.

She didn't plan to striker anytime soon so what was the point of sticking around? She was bored.

Turning to Nocere and Izzy (after she gets back from strikering) Ryke snorted, sneered and mumbled something before casually walking off. "Imma go for a walk this s**t is lame. Call me when my fight's up eh?" And so she trotted off down the beach shore.

Izzy was out of the way. She made a note to thank her later.

This was Asherah's chance, Song was falling, and Asherah's sai weren't plastic, or metal for that matter, they were diamond. Sharp and designed to rip, slice, and shatter. They were made just for her.

Now Asherah was getting tired of all this hoohaa.

Hopping down after her, Asherah stabbed her sai in anyway, in the same place as determined before, but now, she had gravity on her side. Letting go on the handles, Asherah quickly situated herself were her legs were straddling either side of Song's rib cage, this way, she couldn't buck Asherah off. Then---

Click

Asherah snapped her fingers, and shattered the diamond sai which were in Song's body. Which in effect, would splinter out into her flesh, wigs and whatever else was in her body cavity.

But she wasn't don't yet. Now with her hands free, Asherah began to wail on Song's face with her knuckle dusters. One hand after another. Full force.

BAMBAMBAM

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

Ash howled.

FLESHSQUISH.

}7/17{

!!UPDATED TO MATCH POSTS MADE WHILE TYPING!!

Dencaix waited for a few moments for a response from the female fighters, but no response.

"FINE, BE THAT WAY."

Then he thought. It was entirely possible that the alien, madame cig, and the one that looked like a lesbian didn't hear him.

Oh well, too late now.

He turned back to the fight, almost missing a hard crotch shot.

He tensed up, expecting some sort of cry.

Nothing.

Must have some sort of armored chastity belt or something.

Figures.

Some girls just like to ruin all the fun with crotch-armor.

One of the girls to his right looked down at her wrist and whipped out a knife as she walked into the ring. His eyes widened as she lunged forward with the knife at the masked fighter.

Yay, now he knew who was on whose team!

And from gauging the crowd's reactions, Asherah must be the one not being stabbed at. That clears that up.

He was, for some reason, intrigued by the girl that had just entered the ring. Her "I'm-not-in-a-good-mood-and-I-am-going-to-stab-you-in-the-eye" attitude was much different than what he had expected to see, especially in the very first fight.

"My god I feel sorry for the sorry a*****e that has to fight her today," he said to himself, as he considered who the lucky person was that peed in her cornflakes to make her so irate.

After her swift stab, she casually headed off the field and lit up a cigarette. He caught himself staring at her and quickly looked away, hoping that she wouldn't notice and invoke her wrath upon him.

She looked.

Just before he glanced away, she looked.

s**t.

Shitshitshit.

Fuuuuuck.

It's not like she's in the greatest of moods. I mean, look at her!

It hasn't even been one fight and he had quite possibly made it onto someone's s**t list not even five minutes into the first round.

He looked down and thrust his hands into his pants pocket and pulled out a handful of chocolate candies and thrust him into his mouth to calm himself.

In his nervousness, half of them missed his mouth completely and went everywhere.

One adventurous little morsel decided to be rather convenient and head directly for Little Miss s**t List's leg, a few feet away to his right.

He began to sob on the inside as some sort of flying monkey weilding a beverage-filled coconut descended on the fighter he presumed was Asherah. The opposing team was getting more interesting by the moment.

He just hoped he'd be alive long enough to see the house falling on the masked woman followed closely by a munchkin parade. Maybe, if he was lucky, a song-and-dance number.

At this rate, probably not.

No.

Most definitely, positively not.

Teammate? The idea ran through her head a couple of times. It made sense. First the Dhifi man had Ryke, why not throw in the cyclops too? He had it in for Nocere Poema, that was obvious. She lowered the 2x2 that had been pointed towards the woman, then turned away. Every once in awhile she'd steal glances of the dark haired woman through her peripherals. Fien, Zandra was right. They're on the same team, Nocere has no reason to worry about her... Yet. Now if they went against Ebris's team...

Nocere would just be looking out for number one.

The fight had progressed a bit. Nocere watched with apathetic eyes as the crowd around her began to get loud. This did not do well with the alien, having a righteous hangover and a nice little headache to accompany it. Someone might bring up the point that she enjoyed pain and thusly should be enjoying the throbbing wracking her brain, but said someone would be wrong. No, this pain was on a different level, this pain was not enjoyable. It was annoying, irritating the teal woman as she tried to concentrate on the fight.

Nocere's head so she could see the cheering crowd from her peripherals and hissed, "Shut up." A few people stopped, but the majority continued. Great.

She turned back towards Ashe and her opponent, she noticed that the cyclops was gone from her original spot. Well, what the Hell? Once facing front, Nocere would find out where the woman had gotten to. She was using a striker. This seemed to help get Ashe into a good dominating position, at least the woman was some help.

Not long after Izette's Striker, one of the opposing team's fighter's came to do their own Striker. Once he'd swooped into the alien's vision, Nocere's eyes didn't see anything but him.

Could this be looove?

******** no. That man was packin' wings Nocere would skin her whole back to get (and possibly a couple of the spectators), literally. She was in complete awe, she wanted them.

And there was only one way to get 'em. Instinctively she reached towards her back, checking to see if the saw was in place. After feeling the wooden handle she seemed content.

Since she couldn't fight the cyclops, Nocere decided that man, was hers.

Ryke didn't plan to travel too far away from her teammate while she was fighting Super Sailor Moon, in fact, she came to a slow pause in her steps before turning away and cast a sidelong glance over her shoulder to take another look at the other femme on the opposing team. The bounty hunter wasn't interested in devil boy, especially considering Xeno b***h over there looked mighty interested in those wings of his, so that left either Clark Kent or the woman who's only nickname she could come up with was...

"Yo! Frenchie! Me and you, let's make it a good show eh?"

Kain Wrote:

Encompassing and hugging Ashe to his body, she'd realise that she was indeed TRAPPED with the devil and his clawed left hand raking at her face, threatening to scar that pretty thing, and, mayhaps blind the poor lass

Ashe Wrote:

Reaching back with both her arms, Asherah smashed her brass covered fists into Devil's head

The point of the hug was so that she couldn't move or defend, sure she may block one of the very many of attacks cracking down, but she couldn't go for those punches if he she was defending too, at least, not with both arms...

Ashe Wrote:

Kain Wrote:

Encompassing and hugging Ashe to his body, she'd realise that she was indeed TRAPPED with the devil and his clawed left hand raking at her face, threatening to scar that pretty thing, and, mayhaps blind the poor lass

That wasn't multiple attacks to her face.

Sure. But this was...

Kain Wrote:

In his right hand that delicious drink, much to his dismay, would be hurdling down against Ashe's temple. He'd beat furiously to the elf's head until she would succumb to the trauma and feel the sweet sensation of SLEEP. The temple, being the softest part of the skull wouldn't need much force to overcome the wee elf to the much bigger Devil.

But once Kain saw that she was defending after the BRUSH against his face, enjoying a new cut/puncture (from the dusters corner) and redness to his left cheek, he grabbed at the right arm to halt both those actions. Which, in turn, would stop any more of those punches she planned. Kain's left hand grabs Ashe's right arm, must cross over Ashe's left arm thereby pinning that arm to her face and/or neck. The word Hurdling implied that he'd go AROUND on obstacle that presented itself SEE: blocking arm. He was a male but it wasn't a total idiot.

Kain Wrote:

He'd take grab hold of her right arm, still cracking away with his, now, cracking coconut, and leave her a might defenseless against his continuing onslaught...

So, Ashe takes a single blow to the elbow- ouchie. What off the other blows? So, CLAW-RAKE-whoop no, she looks away--as the coconut would be connecting to the, now, right brow of the woman---But no Punch-OH!- BLOCK! Ok, Block 1, Kain grabs at arm while whacking away with the coconut, WHACK AGAIN- WHACK AGAIN-WHACK AGAIN- WHACK AGAIN. She had only defended once and that was that---CRACK CRACK

She tried knocking him in the junk but the hugging man's legs were together since, y'know it was a wrap to hinder movement save for his right hand; was unhindered by the futile attempt and instead would get bruises on his legs. Mmmm, complete huggy goodness.--WHACK WHACK-WHACK-CLOMP!

...

The lass would have more than a limp arm after all of that. He'd make doubly sure but his time was up, his coconut was broken. When he had finished with his blows, Ashe's face should be a swollen mess and she should be nothing short of being weak kneed and light headed before collapsing to the sands. She wouldn't even be thinking of anything, let alone Song on the ground.

Kain made sure that this well worth his effort, opening his wings, sending up a gust of sand, shoving Ashe forward to the salty water before placing BOOT to her lumbar and giving it a good hard PUSH. Sending him with a hard flap of his wings backwards to the sidelines and leaving the elf with a serious headache and whiplash to boot.

On his rump, Kain went to his FIGHTER and noted his exit time---

00:11:28

FAWK, goddamned elves.

Dragosani Kain Wrote:

00:11:28

And then the little screen had a smiley face appear on it while it flashed a bright epileptic seizurlicious yellow.

Lololololol, yellow card. Striker staying in the fighting area for too long.

Ryke got the attention she was hoping for and noticed the woman's acknowledgment of being called out. Good. No time a wastin' then huh? When the light haired woman gave a nod, she started speaking with accented words that made the bounty hunter crack an honestly amused grin. Her choice of phrase was a winner.

"I like you already. Alright let's get to it." This was bound to be good alright.

Moving her right hand to the back of her belt, Ryke unhitched the shock maul from it's holstered place, keeping her eyes trained on the French femme, curious eyes that had to wonder what she was doing moving to brush her hair, any movement of her hand was suspicious as her only visible weapon was the sword at her side and. This was Gaia, you could never be too careful with what some people were packing. Her weapon wasn't exactly like Vivi's sword, it was a mace like weapon, collapsible and of course, with it's own electricity stun settings. A little something that served her well on many occasion.

THERE

When the woman's wrist flicked outwards, the hunch that Vivi was bound to whip something outta there was solidified. The motion was enough to trigger the huntress' instinctual reaction, which was to let her left side fall back behind the right as she stepped in quickly in order to close the distance between them. Ryke herself was not out of the path from the shuriken entirely however and fortunately for Vivi, the little blades had grazed her shoulder at much displeasure to her, but there was no avoiding it entirely.

Always a good way to start a fight. Point to Vivi for scoring first blood. Even small was it was what with the jacket taking away from the severity of the blow.

Her right arm swung in and still brandishing the plasteel mace, made a thrust right for the French ninja's gut, her thumb grazing the little button to release it from collapsed state as she did.

Now the head of this weapon was cylindrical, weighted and of course blunt. You do the math.

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Quote: Shock Maul – For when things get really up close and personal, Ryke employs a standard-issue shock maul. A shock maul is a 2.5ft, 5lbs collapsible mace that is made out of plasteel – this allows for solid durability but gives the weapon the option of not crushing an opponent’s head in immediately (as many employers want their marks taken in alive). The shock part comes in by pressing a stud on the lower end of the shaft, which envelopes the head of the maul in disruptive energies. The stud can be set to off, low, medium and high settings – low and medium are best for when the target should be incapacitated and not killed (as the lower settings mainly stun and bust things up badly, but not utterly maim). High is best used for when limbs need to get shattered or skulls crushed – obviously, this setting is intended for only the nastiest of situations. When collapsed, Ryke carries it on the back right side of her belt, which is held in place by a tight Velcro strap that keeps it secure when moving around a lot, but can be easily pulled out with a solid tug.

Ah! A bludgeoning weapon! Viviana's grin broadened. That took her back. Back to when she used to keep the company of uncouth sea-farers who'd start bar fights with the first chair leg they came across.

So Ms. Ryke moved forward and made her thrust at the smiling serpent, and Vivi took half a step back to keep the rounded point out of her middle, but of course she wasn't aware that the weapon was in a collapsed state. The slight movement she had made to keep out of harms way was not enough and the plasteel mace slammed into the French woman's gut. The proof of contact, a hearty grunt from Viviana.

That hurt.

"My, my. Who would 'ave thought a sweet looking thing like you could pack a punch like that?"

Vivi asked with a little bit of a wheeze. She lifted her right foot from the sandy ground and swung it behind her, moving her torso away from the weapon by shifting her position to a side stance. Her sabre, which was clutched in her right hand arched upward ever so slightly, its tip circling above Ryke's weapon and with a loud

"Et la!"

Viviana made a thrust of her own. The point of her blade aiming to puncture her opponents chest, just below the sternum.

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There was a resounding crack as the Lamia's skull smacked against Ryke's.

Well. This was certainly a change of plans. Viviana, being French, was arrogant and loved the sound of her own voice. So she didn't much take kindly to being cut off mid witty sentence to knock heads with her opponent. Crimson lips curled back exposing two curved fangs, close proximity wasn't a problem for the Lamia. Infact, she enjoyed being close enough to smell the tantalizing scent of Ryke's blood. (Probably enjoyed it a little too much.)

Her right hand dropped the sabre. It quivered as its blade buried into the sand,

"So this is 'ow we're going to play it..." she whispered, and with those words her right arm would slip around underneath Ryke's left shoulder and her left hand would snake it's way around the taller womans neck. Both hands would grip, tight, as she pulled the bounty hunter in for a hug. Viviana was about to initiate a grapple, and not just any, her favourite kind...

Gorgon Grasp Wrote:

Gorgon Grasp; When Viviana makes a physical touch attack with more than one limb she can encase the person in stone (Limestone of a thickness of 3 inches) for a short period of time (Length of 1 post). Depending on the fortitude of her opponent, this can either outright immobilize them, or slow them (to something akin to half their usual movement speed). If she manages to deal severe damage to the stone statue, such as cracking it, or breaking off part of it, this damage is sustained to the persons flesh after the stone casing disappears. (This does not mean that they lose a limb for example, just that the amount of physical damage sustained to the limb would be comparable to the amount of damage inflicted upon the stone. So she breaks a stone arm off, that means that the flesh arm of the individual would have suffered a break)

Sometimes it was great having Auntie's from Ancient Greece.

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"Will you look at that, the next fight is already starting. This time its Zandra Ryke of Raptus Regaliter versus Viviana Merquise of Nirvana." the announcer spoke into the mic with the next fight starting.

"Nirvana? Are they rockin'?" The chimera cut in.

There was a pause in speech as the camera's zoomed in one the action at hand.

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

"I like you already. Alright let's get to it."

"Well s**t, I heard rumours, but I guess its true." Tzenidaar cut in once more, breaking the otherwise silence of the commentators. Of course, said rumours came from his new best buddy (lololololol CA$H MONIEZ).

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

"Sorry sweetheart, people might crack jokes about but I ain't actually a dyke." Ohh she did go there, and was grinning like a wild cat now too.

"Well what about that?"

One of the commentators cut in as well just as the woman spoke up after Tzenidaar's outburst. Clearly, the answer was obvious. Denial.

And then the other commentators went on aghead and started calling the action for the viewrs at home.

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

Oh yeah baby. Stone fist. ********>

Lololololol, lets take those words out of context.

"Aww yeah, baby. Stone fist ********."

A dike? Viviana’s forehead creased ever so slightly, she was not used to all this modern slang. Last time she checked, dike was another word for a dam. Clearly this woman wasn’t a dam. She made a mental note to clarify this terminology with her opponent after the fight.

What the hell was it about Vivi’s chin that made people want to split it apart so badly? This was just like Roderick and the dojo all over again. Only Ryke’s limestone fist hurt a hell of a lot more than the bard’s foot. The skin split and as the Lamia relinquished her grip with a muffled Ouch a smear of crimson was apparent upon the bounty hunters immobilized fist.

Of course, things never went easy for the French. Just ask Bonaparte, you think you’ve got the Pom’s on the run and then Horatio Nelson shows up with a ship full of cannons and tries to crash the party. In this case, we’ll substitute Nelson for the knife-fighting Izette.

Fun fact first, Viviana’s hair was silver. The same steely colour as the pirate-esque babes blade.

Rule one to remember when fighting a serpent, snakes are slippery and sneaky.

Quote:

Heat vision; Like a python or rattle snake, Viviana has tiny infra red like sensors which allow her to detect heat. These sensors are as tiny as the pores on a persons skin and invisible to the naked eye, they run along the ridge of Vivi's brows, her cheek bones and down the bridge of her nose. As long as a creature generates any amount of heat, Viviana can pinpoint their location, even with her eyes closed. This ability functions just like a python’s or rattle snakes in that heat waves in the air are fed through the infra red receptors to give Viviana the location of her prey. Its range is close (5-10 feet), however it works on a full circle (360 degrees) angle. A person standing behind the Lamia (in close proximity) will still generate heat and therefore the sensors will locate their presence.

So thanks again to the Ophidia genus for helping a girl have so many tricks up her sleeve. The Lamia knew Izette was coming up behind her before she even got a chance to reach out for her luscious silver locks.

“It’s rude to try and sneak up on a person unannounced.” She said in a cool voice as she reached behind with her left hand. She knew exactly where Izette’s wrist was because she could feel its presence. Poor Izette never got a chance to yank at Viviana’s hair. The Lamia’s fingers encircled her opponents wrist and closed around it with a vice like grip, nails digging in to soft, sweet flesh. She twisted the arm, the angle and force enough to pop an elbow out of its socket.

Ah, and by attempting to come to Ms. Ryke’s rescue Izette had handed the Lamia a great new weapon.

“But seeing as you are ‘ere, and so concerned about your friend, I’ll try and ‘elp you out a little…” Viviana turned to face Izette with a wolfish grin on her features. Her right hand darted out quick as lightining to grab at the woman’s left shoulder, she’d settle for the fabric of her clothes, but as soon she had she’d employ some of that old fashioned Bolshevik fighting she loved so much. A slight variation on a typical shoulder Sambo throw, the Lamia would be able to lift Izette without even breaking a sweat (unless of course she weighed over 256 llb.) and she would throw her straight into the rock solid Ryke.

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.:.I forgot to add the post count >.<.:.

Aw damn.

Her plan was foiled.

This was seriously not her day to use the girls.

And what was even worse is now her arm was popped out of her socket, and she was being shot towards the limestone Ryke.

Oh for the love of Gaia…

SMACK

Izette and the rock hard Ryke made a collision and Izette could only bit her lip. Yeah, it hurt. A lot, but she was going to take it like a man mainly because Blue Alien b***h was watching, and judging her. Izzy couldn’t have that, it would be morally wrong. Luckily for her, the statue remained still.

Izette had now fallen to the ground, but she knew better than to stay put. Especially if the other woman had her blocked. Without another word, Izette stammered back to her feet and dashed to the left while holding her now injured arm and headed to the sidelines.

One more fight after this, and they were back to the INFESTED hotel.

This was definitely NOT her day.

Now where did she put those smokes?

Viviana grinned gleefully as she watched Izette soar through the air and collide with the stony Ms. Ryke. A low sultry chuckle slid from between her lips.

“J'admire votre imprudence” She purred, “I think after this is over I shall ‘ave to buy both of you a drink.”

But pleasantries aside, the Lamia knew that it would not be long before Ryke regained control of her limbs and so she set about at the task of attacking her opponent with a gusto which bordered on blood thirsty.

Closing the distance between the statue and herself she shifted her weight onto her left foot, taking a moment to speak,

“You really do make a very pretty statue, cherie” She said, “You’d look marvelous in somebody’s ‘allway.”

And with those last words spoken, Viviana swung her right leg upwards, the sturdy sole of her calvary boot speeding towards Ryke’s jaw. A perfectly executed roundhouse kick, (it would probably make Chuck Norris proud, if only he were able to see it.) While her leg was extended Vivi took the opportunity to unsheathe her concealed stiletto blade from her boot. So as not to be weaponless when the stone finally cracked and Ms. Ryke launched herself upon her with a vengeance. The wolfish grin faded to a smirk as Viviana’s mind began to anticipate her opponent’s next move.

[Translation; I admire your recklessness.]

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One fight ended and then another one started almost immediately.

There was only one way to describe how Dencaix felt at the moment:

This could be for a variety of reasons.

The kid had seen HoH on TV before, but being there was a completely different matter, especially when you accidentally toss a handful of M&Ms at someone and get caught staring at them like a creepy perv.

He had been there for not even half an hour and had managed to get on at least one person's s**t list, and lookit that, she's STRIKERing again.

...And she got injured.

Oh, this'll be fun.

Don't look at her don't look at her don't look at her too late I looked at her don't let her notice please dear ******** god.

Izette sat on the sidelines with her arm completely ******** over at this point. And there was only one thing she could really do, hold her arm and dig for a smoke. Quietly she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her handy tin. Her face went from pain and wincing to down right horror.

She was out of smokes.

Grumbling she shoved the tin back in it’s rightful spot and looked at the fight. Nothing really cool going on there. And than she looked out to the spectators after all there were a lot of them, and low and behold the same guy as before was looking at her. AGAIN!

“…Do you have a staring problem or something?” She raised her eyebrow over her eye patch very slowly as she asked her question. It wouldn’t be surprising if the poor kid crapped himself. She continued to look at him, but he seemed to try and pretend not to look or to even hope not to get notice. However, when a person is trying not to be noticed…they are rather obvious.

“Okay, now you are just looking dumb. I saw you, no use pretending otherwise.” She had a slight smirk on her face. However, when your arm popped out of it socket, it tends to be a b***h…

And she probably should fix it.

Eh….

Minor detail.

What was more important was the fact that she was lacking smokes.

********, she could use a smoke.

The someone-hath-pissed-in-mine-cornflakes mood?

Was she really in –THAT- bad of a mood?

Why yes, yes she was.

However the way this guy rambled amused her. In fact it made her smile slightly, only enough to make her seem a little lighter at heart. There was the Izzy that we knew and love. But it was erased by the dislocated arm, curse it.

“Oi, wanna do me a favor and pop this back in?” She indicated to her arm. It was a rather straight foreword, but she was in pain. So it made sense, kind of, sorta, not really.

But than again…

This was Izzy…

And she never really made sense.

The other fight had started and all the Doctor had been doing this whole time was stand around with his arms crossed and smirk? This simply wouldn't do. Surely there was a way for him to do something productive without revealing any secrets... wait.. was that blue girl leaving? Now there was something he could do.

Casually, the good Doctor slipped among the spectators and pursued at a distance. For being so distinct, it was amazing how well he could disappear in a crowd. Those he brushed by during his little reconnaissance mission would notice his clothes rustling about as if a fairly decent breeze was blowing; not too uncommon for a beach, but odd considering how hard the wind was actually moving. Still, with everyone so intently focused on the fights, it would go completely unnoticed... that, or simply ignored.

Then she stopped at someone's little beach party and proceeded to interrupt it by stealing their umbrella and breaking it like some sitcom beach-bully. That was when the calculations started running. It was all idle speculation, however... that is, until she broke it off and hefted it like a spear. Coupled with the shouts that permeated the crowd, statistics jumped to 98% improvised projectile. With the parting isle and her start down it, her strategy was immediately revealed.

Now, there wasn't much he cared to do about the improv. javelin, but the girl herself was probably a bit too distracted to realize what was coming next:

STRIKER :: OFFENSIVE

Wait... his arms were by his side the whole time... he never hit the button... did he? What a ~Mystery~

Target - Lithe; Fit; Alien

Trajectory - Straight; Rough Terrain; No Incline

Speed by Parallel - 13~17mph

Distance - 20 Yards

ETA :: 2.7 seconds

..2..

...1...

Walk

That's right. All those fancy statistics simply meant that the Doctor just walked into the isle. The only difference is, he used Science to calculate exactly when he needed to walk to be right in her way at the last possible second. Now, the average human reaction from brain to leg was .16 seconds, and if she shared such similarities the fact that he appeared in front of her a mere half second before they would collide meant that she would have .3 seconds to make a stop that generally took 1 for those actually prepared for it.

GAWD, aren't numbers annoying?

Added to all this, the Doctor would bring his arm up to her face level during the walk so that when she collided, she would meet a rather unfriendly backhand. Ah, but that wasn't all; there was still icing to put on the cake. A sweet layer of 'what you just ran into isn't going to feel like flesh and bone.. oh no.' The fiery haired bounty hunter had some wonderful premonition when she called him the "Man of Steel".

Yes, running into him would feel quite similar to running headlong into a steel building.

Crack went the plasteel mace against Viviana's knee.

Thwack went the boot against Ryke's face.

"Merde" Cursed the Lamia, "That little thing 'urts!" she exclaimed pointing at the other woman's offending weapon with the tip of her stiletto.

There was now a friendly throbbing pain in her right knee which left little to be desired.

It could have been worse though, she told herself, the mace weilding bounty hunter could have broken the knee, and then where would she be?

Internal monologues aside, it was time for Viviana to take action, Ryke was stumbling back and this was the perfect opportunity for the Frenchie to make a swift stab with that 6 inch stiletto blade she was wielding. The Lamia lunged forward, left leg first and taking most of her body's weight, and aimed a vicious thrust at the left side of Ryke's lower abdomen. Yes, Viviana was going for a kidney shot.

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Three feet before the steel man stepped into the alien's path, her footing fails her and she falls face first into the sand. Lololol.

Nocere had a single thought as the man stepped before her: 'Oh no, he di'n't.'

The alien's torso had tilted back getting ready for the throw, but as the "Man o' Steel" stepped into her path instead of going forward and releasing the 'javelin', she allowed her upper body to continue backwards. Her feet skid to an unsteady stop, bent knees ramming into the legs of the opposing team member. Boy did that not feel good. Both of her arm had gone up and over her head, in a flail, trying to get her balance, somewhat so she didn't completely crash to the sandy floor. Time seemed to stop, bullets began to whiz past her- Oh wait, wrong RP.

Her attempts were moot. Nocere dodged the backhand but her torso fell to the "padded" floor with a loud thud. Quickly as she could, Nocere pulled the pole up ramming the pointy tip into the section, right above the groin. At about the same time; her legs rise, still bent, to plant the bottom of her feet upon the unnamed man's knees. Shoving her legs and the pole forward, she'd send her body back, probably doing no damage to the man, but getting herself out of striking distance. That is, if he didn't immediately follow or bend down to attack her... Jerk.

If all went as planned, Nocere would stand, her shins and knees throbbing lightly. Both the 2x2 and pole in hand. Ready to finally get to her fight with Izette the wing'd dude.

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Curse those lack of exact detail clauses... logic stood that his attack would come after she threw the pole, as javelin exercises generally involved people stopping to transfer the momentum of their run into the toss, and her stopping was a big part of that calculation.. fancy numbers, and all. Unless it was assumed that he was trying to save his teammate from the spear... ppphhhbbtt ((we pardon this interruption; it will only be a moment while the author gets off the floor from laughing.))

Spear or no, however, it was more than likely going to be assumed that the alien was a master of slapstick and would have fallen on her a** regardless. It was such a good move, in fact, that the Doctor was caught dumbfounded and didn't bother thinking of a follow-up; caught between raising an eyebrow at her indignant position and running advanced physics equations with this new data, to which he would speculate, "Impressive..."

The awkward angle and extremely close range made it hard for her to thrust the javelin in the first place, so it didn't take much more than rolling eyes and a disheartened drop of his hand to bat it aside. Even her attempt to drag herself across the sand would be interrupted as the Doctor casually continued his walk across the isle and out of the fight. Of course, this time the crowd paid him a bit more attention, and some even jumped as his clothes began to rustle and shift once again.

He would return to his spot. Maybe striker for the other fight to finish it fast enough for the Lamia to striker again for this one. Time was becoming an issue, and though the crazed pime taradoxing wouldn't tell him directly what an issue it was, he could feel it.

Well, since the author of the Striker gave no specifics about whether he was trying to stop Nocere's javelin from hitting Kain or not, there was only room to make assumptions. And of course, as anyone would do, Nocere's author made an assumption that would benefit her the best in such a situation. Anyway...

The continuity of the man's walk stopped Nocere from pushing herself away and getting to her feet. So the teal lady was in a prime position for Mr. I-have-pretty-wings-na-na-nana, though not the one he was hoping for. The situation of a striker just walking past her was a bit awkward, and he may have kept her attention, stealing it away from the man she had originally set eyes on, but he was nothing interesting.

Nocere was not at all surprised that Kain had used the confusion of the Striker to close the distance between the two. Hell, it's exactly what she had intended to do with the javelin she'd rigged up. Toss it then run right after, dealin' some damage while his mind was on making sure it didn't impale him.

So when he hunkered over her, ready to stab the nice chunk of wood that'd reminded her of her own little twig, she threw up her legs. The soles of her steel-toed boots hitting into his middle, stopping him from going down any further. If he went for a hit towards her hip, she'd take it, a bit gladly at that.

The hand holding the 'javelin', that's her right, would flick up and towards the left (awkwardly since she's still holding it as if to throw it like a javelin) aiming to knock him upside the head, good and hard. At this point, She'd open her legs, allowing him to fall forward, upon her then wrapping her legs tightly around his middle and squeezing. Nocere likes to use her legs and for good reason: they were the most powerful part of her body. So if Kain ended up in the position to be hugged with her thighs, it wouldn't be too comfy.

The wrecked chair flew towards her and Nocere simply rolled towards the left, (dropping the pole) 360 degrees so that her back wasn't exposed and she'd see any attack coming, and letting it crash to the ground. It didn't appear that the man was planning to follow up, so Nocere clamored to her feet. Switching the nail studded 2x2 to her now empty right hand.

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[Edit]

[Kain informed I misread his post. So I edited accordingly. D; ]

Vampire? Not at all, Vivi wasn't one of the walking dead. But it was a simple mistake to make. Ryke would not be the first person to assume Viviana was a vampire, nor the last.

A sneer spread over Viviana's features and she stopped her descent towards the bounty hunters neck just in time to stop her teeth from chomping down on the bracer. She didn't want to chip a fang after all.

It was a horrible prospect, taking a bite out of some tough leather. Seeing Ryke make the lunge with her zip tie, Viviana relinquished her grip on her stiletto, letting the blade fall harmlessly to the floor at her feet. She grinned, and as her opponent grasped a hold of her arm with her little tie-a-ma-jig, Vivi brought her arm up from the elbow, and twisted her wrist so that her fingers were pointing inwards towards Ryke's face, the beginnings of a sweet little move to defend against wrist grabs that she'd learned off a Shinto priest back in Kyoto.

"Are you sure you want to stay so close to me cherie" Viviana purred playfully. The movement of her opponents leg was noted thanks to those handy infrared receptors, however by the time it moved there the Lamia had already brought her knee up, and aimed a swift, hard kick straight at the underside of Ryke's left armpit.

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.:.edited for some OOC; x3 I am really glad Kat! I've thoroughly enjoyed our match so far! <3 And yeah. She's a sneaky little snake! lol.:.

D'aww, what a gentleman. The man allowed Nocere to get to her feet without incident. That's good, though with the terrain, grappling would be more fitting, less chance to fall on your a** and make a fool of yerself.

Her opponent began to dash forward, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she copied. The sand beneath their feet caused their movements to be slowed a bit, their collision wouldn't be as harsh compared to if they'd been on asphalt.

Nocere's right arm went up and pushed against Kain's left arm, meaning to cause him to miss, but instead moving his strike more to her shoulder. Her shoulder would roll back slightly, as her left hand reached out and grabbed his right wrist. The teal left leg would rise to wrap around his right hip. If it was at all possible, her head would go forward for a headbutt.

His wings were up and Nocere had no clue what the man was capable of, but she didn't want to be upon the ground if he decided to go up into the air.

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A gasp escaped Nocere's mouth involuntarily, shocked no doubt, by the pain that was starting at her shoulder. Her right side would give a jerk, her arm rising over his, any idea of giving him that headbutt leaving her mind, then going down and pulling towards her body. Her intent to move her shoulder enough to stop the stake from causing too much damage and at the same time, squeezing his arm in place so he can't do much with it. Her elbow bent, the 2x2 useless in her right hand, at the present moment.

Nocere winced as her opponents forehead connected with her own, her head rocked back. It seemed he was beginning to get the upperhand. She needed to get him to the ground.

So she pushed her weight forward, his right hand and her left, being smashed between their bodies. If he planned to pull his head back after the headbutt, Nocere's face would go right up to his, mere centimeters away. This whole while her right leg would rise, mirroring the left and wrapping around Kain.

He'd notice her hair beginning to move, or rather shake, of it's own accord. The sound of each tentacle-y tendril clunking together.

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It was bound to be an interesting surprise to find out what exactly the French femme was if not Vampire, this might be Gaia but there were things that even she considered to be off the wall.

Ryke grinned when Vivi grinned of course, smart girl she was for stopping in mid-bite like that, else risk breaking those nice chompers on cold hard steel or get them stuck in the tough leather. Heh.

Vivi was oh so very tricky, with her little hand trick, and using Ryke's arm position against her to strike with her kicking leg. However, the woman seemed to have forgotten. They were on a beach. On sand. Kicking up with her right leg like that might have been useful in dealing a bit of damage to the bounty hunter's arm, causing her to wince, already feeling the tingly numbing sensation from the pain shooting through like that.

Unfortunately, Vivi might have had that nifty heat sense thing going for her but she didn't do a thing to stop Ryke's right leg from snaking around the Frenchie's left, smashing her arm right into the woman's face mid sentence, which had been conveniently close mind you, and shoving all her weight against the Frenchie to get her on the ground.

"Yeap. Totally sure."

Again, they were on a beach, standing on one leg meant one's center of balance was off, that plus awkward footing in sand was a real pinch for sure.

Hey at least sand was, ya know, soft?

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((Note from TK. This is eddited for my own clarify and understanding.

Also sorry, I was without internet till today, and then had to adjust post what with everything that went on. Sorry it took so long to get out. Hopefully everyone can just move on from here...))

Quote: ...Only to fall right into Izzy's attack...

Quote: Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Song crumpled to the ground

Define Crumpled Wrote:

Squeezed into a compact mass by irregular folds

As previously stated, Song had been crumpled, and was slightly askew from a straight left to right prone position, and had looked up to see Ashe pouncing upon her with her diamond sai drawn. As the blue haired woman thrust...

Antique Queen Wrote:

Izzy was out of the way. She made a note to thank her later.

This was Asherah's chance, Song was falling, and Asherah's sai weren't plastic, or metal for that matter, they were diamond. Sharp and designed to rip, slice, and shatter. They were made just for her.

Now Asherah was getting tired of all this hoohaa.

Hopping down after her, Asherah stabbed her sai in anyway, in the same place as determined before, but now, she had gravity on her side. Letting go on the handles, Asherah quickly situated herself were her legs were straddling either side of Song's rib cage, this way, she couldn't buck Asherah off. Then---

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Dragosani Kain Wrote:

UHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHH~~~!

STRIKAAA OFFFFENNSIVUUUUU

The very moment Izette left the ring the Devil switched on his FIGHTER and his great wings pumped sending him flying forward to the two combatants.

If there were anything about his timing, Asherah's sai's would be just piercing Song's body before she was abruptly interrupted by the STRIKER/surprise attack from behind.

<insert stuff that doesn't involve Song>

Song had screamed a blood curdling scream as the diamond said went in., pushing through from both the front and back of her shoulder bone and clavicle until they met. But as noted, Kain prevented any further damage by tackling the woman out of the way.

As her tormentor was pulled away, Song had only enough time to pull the sai from her right arm's front clavicle and dive for her weapon. The armor had prevented >most< of the damage; including preventing an immediate bleed out,, but as Song arm was already numb from the temporarily paralyzing damage of Izzy’s attack, she did not realize the full extent of her injuries.

This would not last…

Song spotted her weapon and dove for it, but as she did so...

Antique Queen Wrote:

Then-

SCRRRRIPPP!

Claws ripped torn and ripped a hole just big enough for a strange creature to POP out!

TAADAA!! It was Raptor Ash!

PAINOWPAIN.

Standing there, clicking her large claw in the sand, Asherah hissed at the pain from her facial wound. And her hurt arm? It was curled up on her reptilian chest, numb with pain.

When Song dived and grasped the hand of her whip, Asherah leapt forward and onto her hand, and went down to chomp on her hand. With her new set of daggers in her mouth, a hand would be a sweet meal.

HOM NOMNOMNOMNOM.

PAIN.

Code:

Asherah's new form info:

Length - 5 to 6 feet (1.5-2 m) long

Height - 3 ft (1 m) tall at the hips

Weight - 33 pounds (7 to 15 kg)

This makes her quick, and work with pure muscle.

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Hearing the loud ripping sound of Ashe tearing through Kain’s wings and gave that her momentary focus. As it came out, and headed towards her, she had no time to stop her dive. And that'd give Ashe a tasty treat of Song's entire hand up to the wrist as well as the whip.

As Ashe raptor chomped down, Song would elicit another loud blood curdling scream, as it dug into the armor, pressing against skin, muscle and the like. The woman's dagger like teeth , even finding the separation of the two bones connecting to the wrist before it met.

There are five steps of acceptance. The first was denial, then the red haze of anger…

Song was pissed.

But it wasn't just a generalized anger, it was a very focused anger. At Ashe. Or what was now a raptor. This was an ability that even her trainer hadn't seen used yet. He might have even approved.

Mon dieu, the so called woman just wouldn’t stay down. She knew Kain was more than capable, so surely there had been some damage done. , but the red haired SailorMoon wannabe wasn’t stopping just yet.

Michael's Righteousness Wrote:

Only usable when Song thinks she has been slighted unfairly, or has been hit with a (for lack of a better word) unsportsmanlike behavior, Song becomes extremely offended, and can bring herself up despite any but completely incapacitating wounds, and begin attacking anew.

With Song's hand, along with her whip stuck in the creature's maw, Song did the only thing she could think of in this state of mind. She shoved her shoulder into the ground, pushing herself up and slammed the whip handle further into Ashe's mouth and down her throat. Effectively shutting off any air to the raptor ala choking; ghetto style.

But even with that, she wasn't done.

With Ashe biting down on her wrist like that, Song wasn't going anywhere. Using that, she yanked her arm backwards, giving Ashe a small iota of a breath of air, and pulled Ashe toward her; her own strength technically a bit greater than the tiny bird, before shoving it back in again, heedless of the damage to her own body.

Grinning wickedly, she threw her head back and slammed it into Ashe's fragile reptile head bones. With the injury already done to her by Kain, it was going to be a b***h to deal with, as raptor heads are notoriously fragile do to the thinness of the bones. If her head wasn't already ringing, it most likely would be now, plus she was being suffocating by a hand and whip.

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That pouty bottom lip split with the impact of Ryke's bracer. But the Lamia didn't stop grinning, the smile was almost sinister, what with the fresh rouge stains on her teeth and all.

So Viviana was falling backward, and that was perfectly fine with her. What better place was there really for a snake than on the ground? The truth was, she was very pleased about the fact that Ms. Ryke wanted to get down and dirty with her. (Not like that people. Please. Keep your mind out of the gutter!) But if the Lamia was going to be rolling around in the sand, she wouldn't be going alone.

Her left hand darted out to grab a hold of the collar of the bounty hunters green jacket, using the momentum of her fall to tug Ryke close to her. And that extended right leg which had landed the kick to the armpit... well, in those split seconds of free-falling it did something very interesting indeed. The sole of the boot slid down along Ryke's side so it was almost to her hip, it twisted in a decidedly inhuman way so that the knee was bent and pointing out away from Ryke's body, her foot kicked out and then the heel of her calvary boot slammed itself in to the small of her opponents back to assist with bringing the bounty hunter down on top of Viviana. Because there was really nothing nicer than having an attractive looking dinner woman splayed on top of you. Once she hit the sand Vivi would flick her other leg up and around as well, locking her ankles in the air above Ryke's lower back, the favorite closed guard position.

Quote: Serpents grace; Like a serpent, Viviana can twist and turn her body in almost any way imaginable. Because she moves her muscles using the same undulatory locomotion as a snake, unlike a normal human’s anatomy, Viviana’s skeleton is made up of hundreds of tiny vertebrae and riblike bones which in turn are connected to hundreds of intricate sets of muscles.

Just like a snakes, these bones are not rigid, but flexible and can easily dislocate to allow Viviana to move her body as desired. This dislocation is not the same as when a human dislocates their knee, but more of relocation just like a rock python can dislocate its jaws wide enough to swallow an antelope without actually harming itself, this same principle applies to Viviana’s manoeuvring of her body.

The Lamia's back arched up from the sandy ground beneath, and now she was ready to give the pretty little thing a good squeeze around the midsection with those powerful thigh muscles.

Quote:

Constrictor; Just like a snake if Viviana succeeds in initiating a grapple, she can constrict, crushing the breath out of her opponent and dealing damage.

And that psychotic grin? Well it stayed fixed firmly in place. Now the fun was really going to get started.

"Je suis heureux vous suis si certain, parce que je sais que je vais apprécier ceci."

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[French Translation; I'm glad you're so certain. Because I know I am going to enjoy this]

Woo, dizzy.

That belt thing just got weirder. Nocere was sure there was going to be some knife that popped out and stabbed her pelvic area, completely destroying her... erm... Her.

Next thing the alien knew, pain shot through her right leg. Ooooh baby. Now this is what she's talkin' 'bout. Shivers ran down her back, as the spear like tail totally ruined her knee. Why worry about the inability to use it later, when she wouldn't be standing now She had just enough time to smile before-

BAM. Her head knocked up and towards the right. Since their bodies where so close, get enough heat they'd just mold/melt together, Kain would have no room for a uppercut, so it'd be more like a right hook. Headache, she'd begin to feel the effects of being it.

Nocere would return the favor. Her right hand would rise, and she'd club him over the head, with the blunt end. He was still rising, and Nocere did not like that at all.

"We go down, now."

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'Ha!' She thought. 'I BITE EET.'

That is until Song decided to shove it down her throat.

"URRRAGGLHHRRHHGLLLGHGHG!!!!"

But as Song went through with this shove, there was something that would happen involving flesh and teeth. When her arm shoved in, Ash's teeth dug in and shredded the distance and back when she pulled it back. But as she tried to get her hand out of Asherah's mouth, Ash would bite down on the wrist and gnash through the skin, muscle, tendons and bone, thus severing it completely.

What horror films would leave out however is this: }THANK YOU MD CONSULT =D{

"If a flexor tendon should be severed, it is likely to retreat back into the palm where it connects to the muscle of the forearm."

Ewwww grooossssss... LUMPYYYYY....

Asherah backed up a bit, to consume her meal however still keeping an eye on her opponent.

HOMNOMNOMNOM

CHOMPCHOMP.

GULP.

Asherah downed the hand in a split second. What the ********? Is she a cannibal or something? And a whip handle? Ew, that won't bode well later.

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Problem was, as she pushed in, Ashe would be going against the armor then. because it started at the wrist.(You know, that had already been explained ICly in post 6/17).Yeah, Song's wrist was working on being shredded on the inside, but nothing was severed from the digging as she'd push out, but her hand was still attached at this point, and the hand was still attached to the whip handle which would be shoved back down the throat, with the whip, because a thick braided whip such as that would still take a moment or two to actually shred as well.

The teeth had just impacted very sharply. Because like Izzy's dagger, it had gone in, pushing the against the armor, but it had not actually cut into it, but impacted.

Not only that, but Raptor teeth can't just crush bones in an instant. Raptors only have incisor teeth, not molars and bicuspids. They are meant to tear flesh, not break or crush bone. Poor armor, it could only take so much abuse before needing resetting.

But for now her hand was saved, if a bit trashed.

So when Ashe pulled back, Song would still have the leverage to pull her forward for the shove right back down the throat and nice head smashy smashy. And besides that, with a raptor being so small, the likely hood that she could swallow a hand/whip, even if it had detached was unlikely, and that Ashe hadn't taken into account at all.

Fragile already slightly damaged head bones + hard head = Smashy

But Song's self righteous anger was fading. Fading into pure, unadulterated anger...

As Ashe would pull back, Song used the grip that Ashe would have on her body and use it to push around in the sand, and slam the side of her knee into Ashe's head as she pulled herself upright.

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NOM!

Ouch.

His face scrunched up in protest to losing his nose, blood running all over his face. Were Chris Farley alive this day, Kain and he could share their stories and, together, form a brotherhood.

The Devil changed his tactic and flapped his 'parachuting' wing to do a barrel roll towards the sand instead of the water below- he was going to make sure Nocere got all the impact for the both of them. He'd force his forearm across her chest, while they were perpendicular to the floor and she under him, and set his elbow in the groove under the collar bone, when they hit the ground he was going to make sure it broke.

And, somewhere out in the starry galaxy where an HoH signal was being pirated. There stood a Hare in great approval.

Kain's tail would barb itself and pull out of the knee, further eviscerating the joint before the crash.

"OHHHHHH!!!" The people exclaimed and pointed to the plummeting two. It was clear a crash was going to happen, they were shocked to look, but they were compelled to see. Would there be a bust of sand into the air? Blood? Screams? Who would rise first? Who would rise....

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Phlew

The chunk of nose Nocere ripped from her opponent was shot back at him, along with his own blood and the alien's saliva. God how she hated the taste of blood. Disgusting, metallic-y crap.

Kain made a move, placing his right elbow to her left collarbone, Nocere couldn't exactly prevent this, not in the air as they were falling, but she could make it painful for him. Her grip on his wrist tightened then pulled pulled it towards her left and down, not planning to stop until she heard the sound of it breaking. All the while, his elbow dug into her collar, and turning.

They'd crashed to the ground, Kain on top, the impact causing Nocere to lose the hold around his waist. Her collar bone snapped dully under the skin. She didn't mind much, the pain was welcome and she'd still be able to use her arm, though it'd add to the pain of the broken bone.

Lets test that out shall we? Nocere let go of Kain's right wrist and aimed a left hook to the side of his head. That would suck, since he'd already taken so many blows, and blood was beginning to pour out of the hole in his face onto the teal alien. During the time; her right wrist would struggle against his grasp, trying to pull from his hold.

Nocere's knee was in excruciating pain. She had no clue what this guy had done to it, but she knew she wouldn't be able to use it. Maybe it was a good thing their team captain was so wonderful at healing.

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The hook was blocked, pain shot through her arm and the left side of her upper torso. At least she was able to break something, even if it was just his wrist.

Nocere had no plan to bite him again. But she did plan to attack the open wound. One of the front tendrils of hair shook, the lifted from her head and aimed for the bloody hole in Kain's face. Her hair, at the moment were each 12 inches in length, just long enough to rest on her shoulders.

Nocere had no idea that the tail attached to Kain was going after her left knee, but she pulled her leg back, planting the bottom of her boot into the side of his hip and pushed. She fought against the hold on her right wrist and brought it to the back of his neck, pushing his head forward (towards her face) and towards the right. Her left side would raise while her right dug into the sand. Nocere's aim was to flip her opponent onto his back.

[10/17]

Offensive Striker

For: Nocere vs. Kain

What the hell was this?

The injured punker seemed to move away from the sidelines and ran back into the ring. Was she crazy?

Yes, yes she was.

And why was she a crazy? Did she have some sort of mental illness or something?

No... she was Izzy, and nobody asked ridiculous questions of her like that.

Now the real question was which knife was she going to use this time, she had used so far within this fight. Betsy and Josie, both very promising girls. However, for a real gentleman, she decided that it was time to use her big boy. Ebris Junior.

Since Vivi had managed to dislocate Izette’s left arm, it was safe to say that grabbing a hold of her blade with her right hand was an easy task. Except for the fact that it ****** hurt, but she really didn’t care about that. She wasn’t going to show a weakness around the blue b*h. Izette wasn’t doing this to help Nocere out. Ah hell no, she had higher standards than that. But rather, Izzy was doing it for “the team”, whatever the hell that meant.

Running up to them Izette moved to where the two bodies had been rolling around. And luckily for her, the b***h managed to “hold” Kain up so that his back was a nice target for her. Izette made a strike downwards with her right arm with the blade pointing towards him quietly. She was aiming somewhere sensitive; she was aiming for his kidneys.

A very lonely Val sat in the hotel watching the fight with a smile on his, I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

WING TIME!?!

Izette wasn’t going to let a wing get in the way of her attack. In fact, she was going in for something else. Since she was now unable to go through to the Kidney, she figured to do the next best thing.

Since he had managed to shove one of his wings into her face. She decided it was time do at least some minor damages. With her blade in hand, she shoved the knife into the item and front of her and pulled down. It may have not been the kidney, but it was good enough.

After shredding some of the wing, Izette made her way out. For she knew better not to stick around for too long after she made her striker attack of the century. She quickly made her way off to the side with her blade in hand, happy that this would have resulted in some damage.

“…Everybody gets one.” Yeah, and Nocere’s one was up.