Song vs Ray

It always seemed to come back to the fountain, didn't it?, she thought as she sat on the edge of the concrete memorial that'd been home to more than one epic event, one leg propped over the other as her gloved hand danced across the outer layer of water that rippled across the fountain. Blue crystal eyes looked out from a sculpted mask that shaped itself to the curve of her face, as she scanned the slowly building crowd for any sign of her opponent, but after a few moments, she gave up and stood, tossing a penny into the fountain for good luck.

She wasn't in full costume today, instead of the mini dress, she was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, although the white jacket was still wrapped around her shoulders, it was getting a bit chilly after all. At her left hip hung the sword, dangling from the wide white belt with ease. At her right was the whip that curled around, but could easily be released. Other than that, the strawberry blond woman stupidly wearing high heels around the water fountain didn't especially stand out.

Her hair was short, almost a crinkly curled bob, but not quite, and underneath the shirt, her chest seemed deflated somewhat, but one could suppose it was the mask that made her stand out. After all, this was a world of vigilantes. And they simply didn't bother wearing masks.

"Tsk..."

She didn't have to glance at the clock to know her opponent wasn't there on time. She lifted one hand up to stifle a yawn and took another glance around. She hoped all the work they'd done wouldn't go to waste. There was a lot at stake.

Song wasn't sure what to think of her opponent, although she recognized her instantly. She'd been on a team previously for HoH. Song was an obsessive about watching the tournament, even though this was the first time she'd fought in it.

Very child like...child like...Danielle....She didn't want to hurt the woman, but she had a job to do.

"A pleasure, Mademoiselle Ray." She began to bend one knee down, grabbing the closest of Ray's ankle with her left hand, and lifting the woman up like you were always taught to never do to a baby, by one leg. She wasn't going for much, but it was all very quick. Once the kappa was up enough, the whip came off the belt, but remained looped around itself as Song struck the woman's backside with the wound loop of leather.

"...But this is not a game!"

Her face was tight with frustration and perhaps just a bit of anger. Yes, she was taking this seriously, how dare the other woman not. Just as quickly as she lifted and got the girl off balance, she was dropped again, the whip lashing out to the side, waiting...

{1/10}

She'd been prepared for that though, and even as Ray rolled away, Song was coming back up from the crouch. She wasn't sure what to expect after she'd done something like that, but it was still amusing. But it was the coy that got to her. She twirled her fingers around her hair, just like her daughter did. That was a dangerous thing. She was ready...

As Ray moved forward, only that few feet, Song simply stepped to the side, curving her right arm for the girl to slam into while behind the girl's back, the left hand locked the hold, inadvertently, turning the girl's own plan against her, and grabbing her into a lock hold, pinning her arms, and then spinning on one heel to toss/throw the girl...as expected, into the fountain, only releasing her when they both had enough forward momentum going.

{2/10}

As soon as Song went to toss Ray, her tail would snap out, wrapping around the woman's neck. The spade of her tail would quickly lock, holding Song's throat hostage in a tight grip.

Ray had used the momentum Song had gained to curl and yank the woman forward with her, sure she'd fall into the fountain, and with her fall Song would be forced to her knees, her face would meet fountain, possibly breaking her nose, busting a lip, and probably chipping a tooth.

But that was all up to Song of course.

Once all was said and done, Ray would snap to her feet, standing knee high in fountain water, and of course, drenched.

Sure she didn't mind being wet, the water was her home, but it was the show she'd be putting on for the onlookers.

Her black button down shirt was soaked, clinging to her every curve. The white pants she'd worn were now a light tan, her skin was visible through the material, even showing off the cutesy black and white stripped skull printed g string.

It only took Ray half a second to blush, pull at her clothing, then fall into the normal american boxing style.

Her feet would spread shoulder width apart, her hands would come up in loose fists just inches from her collar bone and her chin would be tucked just slightly. She'd wait for song as she rolled onto the balls of her feet, bouncing from foot to foot, side to side.

Ray blinked, unknowingly. The brand of shoes Song had worn weren't familiar with the water sprite. Hell, the girl didn't even bother to wear shoes half the time let alone memorize the names of each brand.

So, she shrugged, shaking her head sending droplets this way and that keeping mismatched blues and golds on the masked woman. "If you were so worried about ruining Victora's shoes, you shouldn't have worn them to a fight you knew might ruin them." She responded, rolling her eyes at the obviousness. "It's very irresponsible of you to ruin someone else's shoes."

"Next time come barefoot." She smiled childishly, dropping her stance to unbutton the black button down shirt she'd worn that now clung to her body, drenched. The last button had finally come undone, and Ray would free herself from it. No she wasn't naked, a small muscle shirt still showed the goodies underneath, but it bothered Ray about as much as the water did surrounding them.

In her right hand she'd dip the shirt into the water, twist a few times and lift the shirt from the water still spinning it until her left snatched out and grabbed the other end. Both hands would then rotate as if swinging a jump rope until the shirt was thin and whip like in her hands.

"I think it's time you pay back for that spanking earlier. A cut cheek wouldn't be justice for trying to jump to second base with me. And you've yet to even tell me your name." She pouted, disappointed.

Without another word, Ray lunged forward, closing the distance between the two of them as if she were running on normal ground. As if the water slowed her down by very little. All the while, the cloth held by both her hands was spinning.

When the gap was closed enough, our water sprite would spin on her left foot for half a second until her right foot would come down, pushing past the water and planting itself there against the fountains bottom. Her upper body lurched forward as Ray's left hand released the shirt while the right wrist flicked out instantly, snapping the cloths now pointed tip against Song's bounded breast. Both flicks were aimed directly for the nipples, or at least where the nipples would be, the third crack would be aimed directly toward Song's....woman parts.

The hits wouldn't kill Song, of course, but they would hurt and aggitate her like hell later on.

It was a kiss she wanted huh? Well, Ray wasn't just ready yet to be handing herself over to someone else without a fight. Hurr hurr. As Song yanked the kappa forward, Ray would go with it. Since Song was a tad taller than Ray, she'd would need to lower her head even by just an inch. And an inch was all she needed.

As Song came in for the kiss, Ray lifted her left leg until her foot was against Song's right knee. In the same instant she dug her foot into Songs thigh, pushing herself up as Song's head came down, forcing her lips and nose to meet with Ray's hard dome. A headbutt.

The fountain caused them both to be wet, so Ray's footing wouldn't stay. As she began to come down again, she'd twist on her left foot, until her right came against Song's chest, hard. Pushing herself away from the masked figure.

When she landed a few feet away and now ghetto whip less, she'd smile, mismatched eyes glittering.

"Song's a pretty name. It'd suit you better though if I could see the pretty face underneath."

(4/10)

"CATFIGHT!"

"Ohuh?" Was all Ray could think of at the moment while a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She'd never, in her entire life on Gaia seen anyone....glow. Or at least come close to it, or perhaps she just wasn't paying enough attention. But either way, Ray's tanned face was lit up with a beaming smile at the sight of Song glowing a faint yellow.

It was then that Ray had turned toward the spectators cupping her hands over her mouth as she bellowed.

"QUICK! EVERYONE RUN! HER POWER LEVELS ARE OVER NINE THOU-" A mistake on her part of course, turning away that was. Before she could've finished, her head had turned to take in Song once again, only to have it violently knocked to the left, throwing her a bit off balance as she leaned with it, the tip of her hair touching the waters surface.

In the instant Ray's face was touched with Song's fist, and her body was sent tilting to the side, Ray knew her cheek would be swollen for the coming week, purple for the next, and a hell of a pain for the whole entire thing. Since she didn't wear make up and all.

But as her face went down, her left hand would shoot out to catch her, placed firmly against the wells bottom. Of course her head would go under as well, but then her legs would shoot up, still using the momentum of Song's fist to send her right leg colliding against her left temple. In the end, Ray was left in a sort of break dancers freeze, where she then slid back, using the coins to push her further away from the glowing super saiyan.

(5/10)

"Are they even fighting anymore...?"

"Sir?"

Lazenca looked back behind him. The building he was in happened to have a restaurant setting, and that's where our favorite Wulf-- and a lot of others-- were watching. The one inquiring was a waiter, in the usual black and white.

"Nothing. I'll take my bill."

"Very well."

Lazenca turned back to the window to see this one through. To be sure, the girl had her own style. He considered going down now, but he was up here for a reason; didn't want to distract. Perhaps afterwards. For now, he'd see this through.

Song watched Ray's clothing begin to fall to shreds, with something akin to a giggle. It was rather funny, so as the third strike came down, and Ray grabbed the end of the rope, there wasn't much Song could do to stop her. As the whip, and therefore Ray jerked back towards her body, Song just kept grinning though. OH god, the face again....oh well, she'd retaliate, her fist, with the handle of the whip still in it.

And so Ray's direction would correct, slashing across Song's chest, shredding the tshirt to pieces with her nice claws, the cheap fabric absolutely disintegrating and leaving her now in just a pair of cheap tshirt sleeves with no middle, and showing off the under body armor that she was wearing, and that had protected her so far. The biggest problem was even the scratching was likely to hurt, because it was still an impact, and therefore the armor would be at work, hardening to the point that she'd likely bend at least one nail, if not more.

But even as it impacted, so would Song's fist, just not where she expected. As Ray had lowered her impact, Song hadn't had time to adjust her own impact, her fist and the handle of the whip headed not for Ray's face, but her temple, intent on slamming into the girl's forehead, and maybe knocking her out.

"OWW~!"

Even if it didn't break skin, the feeling of nails digging into your body impact was never a pleasant one. But the swing from Song kept coming, colliding with Ray's head, even as Ray finished the hook shot and went even more into the fist.

{7/10}

[2/12]

"Guh."

Ray's head rolled with Song's right punch to her temple, instead of just trying to stop a force, with force. She'd go with it, pushing her forehead into her left arm to lessen the blow to her temple. It was never fun finishing a fight early. Or even later on into it.

As the whip fell, Ray fell with it, and in it, while still dazzed. She'd grab hold of Song's torn shirt and pull with her right hand, hopefully taking the rest of the cloth with her on her way down.

It took Ray, a little while to regather herself, and hopefully that would be enough as Song gatherd her own self now missing a shirt.

"s**t." She complained, flexing her hand at the feeling the impact with the armor had caused. And now, as she stood, shaking, she'd leap back, into the fountain, and sit, cross legged, eyes closing.

(7/10)

As soon as Song had leaped for the dive bomb into Ray's chest, Ray's eyes would snap open a smile playing across her face.

It took only seconds as Ray became flat against the fountain's bottom, her left foot shooting out from underneath as Song sailed over. Her bottom half would push up while her left foot placed itself against her chest, pushing as well to flip the masked figure while in air, so she'd come down with her back against the pools bottom.

If this had all worked. Ray would then push to her feet, and leap atop of the woman, holding her underwater where she then forced a bubbly kiss 'pon the woman's lips. As pay back for the spanking.

The kiss was meant not only to rile the woman up, but to keep her breathing as well as the suds gathered overhead.

Yum.~ (8/10)

"._." Was just about right for face making, and such was the face Ray had made when the fist landed and connected with Ray's side. Pushing a lung full of air into Song and out of Ray. Sure she had gills and could've just stayed there. But the kappa was already feeling the effects of the bubbled water. And so she stood, gulping in a fist full of air, covered from head to knee in...suds?

"The s**t?" She blinked, already forgetting Song underneath the water as she tried to move about the fountain, blinded by bubbles. When she finally remembered, Ray's hand shot underwater, grabbing Song by the shirt or armor (hopefully ) And pulling her up. She hadn't landed that hard, and with the woman not coming up for air, and dying underneath, Ray would be disqualified and her team would suffer.

If Ray had gotten Song to pull out of the water, she'd blink, suddenly going silent.

".......Tch....teehee....pffft....BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" To Ray, Song now looked like Santa come early. Because of the bubbles. It was then Ray would topple over, flail and stand again, clutching her sides as loud guffaws came from her. Sure this was a fight, but one could only expect so much from the childlike kappa.

(9/10)

So the fight was over, and the two of them were left covered in bubbles, laughing like giddy school girls. It seemed like a decent ending to Ray. Sure she now had a bruised face and side, but it wasn't something she couldn't get over.

With a grin, Ray wiped the suds from her face, still clutching the one side. It felt like she was going to get side stitches at this rate.

With another guffaw, she plopped back over, a woosh of bubbles sent sailing over them both before the howl pierced her ears.

"MY SHOOOOOOES!"

Blinking, Ray sat up, instinctively guarding her face from any blows that might've been sent her way but instead she'd noticed Song fall over laughing once more.

"Heh, I'm sorry about your shoes Song. I'll pay them back every penny if you're friend is really going to be upset about it." She smiled her million dollar smile before she bounded over to the woman, extending her hand with a friendly smile placed on her face.

Though she was now without clothing for the day, covered in bubbles and soaked. She enjoyed herself. And thus it showed.

If Song took her hand, she'd help her up, grin, and laugh again before continuing. "I really enjoyed myself, thanks. And I hope to see you later on during the real matches. M'names Ray again, and it was a real pleasure fighting you, Song. I hope we can be good friends, even after the tournament is over. And maybe even fight again." She winked, placing another kiss on Song's cheek before she'd turn and trudge her way to the lip of the fountain where she'd then sit, and look around.

She had all the time in the world. There was no rush.

Besides a certain Wulf being around.

Or perhaps she'd drop in on one of her teammates fights and see how well they had went.

(10/10)

End.