❂Treks ▬ 94% ❞ ❂Rank ▬ ❝ C ❞❂Road ▬ ❝ Ring ❞❂Tricks ▬ ❝ Deconstruction ❞❂Endurance ▬ ❝ 90 ❞ The assault wasn’t letting up. She chased after him, trying make sure to put him down. When she got him in the clench, the force she brought helped him lose his mask. Usien barely escaping as he would be lucky his mask wasn’t attached to the suit. Lucky for him! The suit saved him from that spot. A sigh of relief but he couldn’t stop now. Ritz missing a kick would probably upset her. Especially now she had a good view of who he was. He didn’t back away though. Still well with arm’s reach, his hands went to work as they went to destroy her treks. Deconstruction activating. He was determined. Would she try get away? Or would her own anger lead to her downfall? Seeing how she was rushing him, he was betting on the anger being her downfall and she was going be without treks. If that was the case, he finally have the upperhand. Though, she was a fighter so it really just be leveling the playing field.
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 10% ||
Ritz felt the fabric pull beneath her grasp, knee hitting empty air before coming back down with her feet firmly on the ground, she'd release the mask her eyes have yet to leave her opponent as she watched him dive for her AT's. His height managing to allow him to go down into a crouch to as what she already assumed with his own sound, disassemble one of her AT's due to her maintaining her stagger stance through out. Due to his bent over position and his focus on her AT's her other leg would come up and axe kick him in the back of the head with her heel, just letting up enough on force to give him a knock out rather then some lasting damage. Though she'd be out of one AT, thankfully she was a tuner herself and could just rebuild it to get home on, no biggie. Ritz didn't feel much remorse for someone who came to a fight with the potential of loss, that was the point of a fight in the first place.
❂Treks ▬ 94% ❞ ❂Rank ▬ ❝ C ❞❂Road ▬ ❝ Ring ❞❂Tricks ▬ ❝ Deconstruction ❞❂Endurance ▬ ❝ 90 ❞ The battle was never fair. Was it ever in doubt. As soon as the music headed for its climax, it ran on home back to the beginning key. He got one air trek and could of gotten the other one but he miscalculated. A slam of the kick knocked his face down into the dirt. A cut fresh open on his cheek as his face met payment. His hands shaking a little as he tried to answer the call of the bell but couldn't. The spider was down. His vision fading. It was obvious she won. A stinging pain was coming to his side. That last impact drafted his rib. It only needed a good force and that kick was more than enough to indirectly break the rib.
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 10% ||
Ritz looked down as she watched the male below go limp, moving her foot away from where she struck him down and watching for any sign of breathing. The sight of his back rising and falling was the only reassurance as she shoved him onto his side with her now naked foot, "Breaking ATs huh?" she muttered before sitting down and rebuilding the AT with ease and sliding it back onto her foot. She sought through her bag and soon found her small vial of smelling salts and popped it open before putting it under his nose, "Wakey wakey spider kid." she stated tapping his cheek with her finger tips, "You can't sleep with a knock on your head like I gave ya buddy." she stated bending over the male and eyeing him for signs of waking up.
❂Treks ▬ 94% ❞ ❂Rank ▬ ❝ C ❞❂Road ▬ ❝ Ring ❞❂Tricks ▬ ❝ Deconstruction ❞❂Endurance ▬ ❝ 90 ❞ Not much was waking him up. He was out like a light. Someone call drake and Travis Scott. Sicko mode. He would eventually come through Sitting up, he covered his upper left side feeling the broke rib. Yeah, it was broken. He would wince at the pain, mild drespesion of losing came over him. He was silent. He had nothing to say. He just watched her as he got up. He was gonna get revenge one day.
|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 10% ||
When he finally came too he was quick to stand up, she'd follow suite and pop the cork back in the bottle putting it up again. She'd then look to see he was...oh that look she knew it well, she'd smirk as she pulled out her flask and shoved it into his chest, "I'll fight ya again sometime kid, but get stronger first." she muttered leaving the flask of alcohol behind whether or not he took it, "Don't fall asleep for a bit either, you might not wake up again." she snorted as she left the scene behind.
❂Treks ▬ 94% ❞ ❂Rank ▬ ❝ C ❞❂Road ▬ ❝ Ring ❞❂Tricks ▬ ❝ Deconstruction ❞❂Endurance ▬ ❝ 90 ❞ Usien would end up looking at at Ritz as she had the bottle shoved to his chest. He didn't know whether to trust it or not. However, he felt so down that he couldn't help but remove the top off the flask. "Yeah" he said weakly as he would gulp a chunk of it down like it was iced coffee. The backlash of the gulp would come over him, the big swig intensively heating his throat causing minor heartburn. He would take another sip, his eyes a little heavy. He would get up and start making his way home. He wasn't going to tell Ayano. He needed a plan. Leaving the scene, he went somewhere, but it wasn't straight home.
The cool night air prickled the nape of Vui's neck as she sauntered along dark alleyways. Her leather pants stretched precariously thin against her frame. It was not a flattering look for her but it was the next best thing that didn't stink of oil grease or the smell of ammonia. A loose wool sweater clung to dear life on one of her shoulders, exposing the nude cotton bra that did well to emphasis curves that she lacked as well as a modest choker. God she hadn't had a good choking in a long time. She sighed. The young lass dipped her hand into a pocket on the side of her misshapen sweater and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The crumpled box gave a hollow rattle when it was shaken. She pulled out a long thin roll. Eyes narrowed in thought as her mind wandered. How many people, she pondered, when they pulled out a cigarette, imagined pulling out the ribs of a cooked chicken or any animal for that matter? Her stomach growled as if concurring with the notion. Goosebumps kissed her skin and left unseemly lumps in it's wake; she smoothed out the imperfections. A sheltered flame flickered briefly before having it's life extinguished and the sweet rush of nicotine washed over her throat like ninety five percent concentration American alcohol. Her lungs sputtered before resuming it's normal contractions. <********> she whispered hoarsely. She took another hit before flicking the white stem of tobacco. Hot ash took to the sky like autumn leaves flying above fallow fields.
Her thigh high boots scraped loudly against the loose concrete before trickling into the rhythmic drip, drip, drip of water droplets rolling off the leather. Among those that thrived in the night, she saw the usual homeless, hustlers, and pachinko gamblers. She even spotted a line up of customized motorcycles outside of a bar. It was considered it a rare thing to see bosozoku given the recession. Many still were feeling the effects of the two decade long drought of the economy. The cost of owning a motorcycle, or the parts required to even build a fully customized one, was far more lavish and expensive compared to that of an AT. The black-haired songbird let out a small whistle of appreciation. She fancied the thought of dismantling the entire lot before their owners would notice, however she forced herself to walk on. Her priorities lied elsewhere - speaking of which her phone rang. A text message from the usual number had come through with the address of an alleyway she was familiar with. Good. It saved Vui the trouble of going places where she didn't know the topography, though even if she didn't she would have figured it out along the way.
"Even still, the a*****e has got me running all the way to Shanghai and back for this s**t. It better be decent quality or I'm dismantling those bikes," she grumbled.
Vui sauntered through the streets as though she were a panther. The shadows danced across her skin like tribal tattoos, elongating her taut limbs and boney frame. Her bob cut hair whipped lightly as her limbs danced up and down, her breathing at ease as trails of hot mist puffed from her mouth like a dragon. Filth, both human and trash alike, became denser - in more ways than one - as she ventured deeper into the urban jungle. In the midst of the rubbish, Vui spotted a small gathering accumulate into a rippling mass of ink, muscles, and large beer guts. Black eyes narrowed in on the source of the commotion - a scantily clad woman and an overconfident male.
"Oi, oi nee-chan. You got some high quality goods there. You looking to sell? I know someone that can pay real good to shuck that oyster!"
A man jeered as he gestured to his member, which disgustingly enough, was hard enough to create a small tent. The woman had declined them in a very short but curt manner. Her answer, however, did little to deter the men who were determined to have her regardless of what her answer was. Vui gauged the situation and weighed her options. Did she have time? She checked her watch. It was cutting close. She shook her head and walked on but the situation was one of those viral dermatology videos. She couldn't stop looking back no matter how much she wanted to stop. The lass cursed under her breath. Digits busted out her keys and a baggie. She sniffed, licked, and did her s**t before maneuvering through the conglomeration until she reached the center with the woman.
"Nee-san!" she cried gleefully as she could. "What are you doing in a place like this? I found a bunch of gaijin in the financial district. They said they'll pay for our drinks! Come with me!"
"Where the ******** did this one come from? Oi, stay the ******** out of the way flat chest." Vui lifted an eyebrow. This ******** was gonna get it.
"Ehhhh? Oiji-san, you're so mean! Eh, what is that?" she paused before pointing to the tiny mound that was soon to be a burial ground. 'You like what you see? If you beg maybe I'll let you have a taste, kyahahaha!" Raucous laughter rippled through the wave of men that leered at them with black beetles for eyes. In the pale illumination of the decrepit street lamps, the row of eyes looked almost scary. Vui wasn't deterred. She had seen scorned housewives more terrifying.
Genuine laughter tickled her in spite of her heart racing at a million miles per hour. "What in the world is that little thing? A mushroom? Shiitake? Seriously? You need tweezers to put that thing away. Ohmigawd. Get out!" she retorted in the high pitched lingo of her female peers'.
"This b***h! An arm extended outward. Meaty fingers closed in on her neck. Oh, the irony. Vui smiled coquettishly and lifted her leg slightly before she slyly reached into them. "When I'm done with you I'll-" Cold sweat trickled down the man's face as he slowly gulped. She watched as the color drained from his face as she pressed one of her daggers against his 'tent' and another against his jugular.
Theme right now Kanna was about to crush the men before interestingly another female showed up. She had no idea who the girl was but the girl acted as if she did. She heard of such tactics to get weak frail girls out of bad situations but she never had experienced it herself. No one ever stuck up for her anyway and she didn`t need it. Regardless Tallet had taught her to be thankful when people try and do something. She would have to thank the girl later. Kanna was not one for romance or anything but she had to admit she could appreciate a girl like this. She would try to talk her way out of this situation like a good girl would. Nice and peaceful, she couldn't keep resorting to violence. "Just walk away and we'll be on our merry way. No reason to make this ugly. Can't you just let me and my friend go, we just some girls trying to get some drinks." That would be enough she hoped, she didn't have a cute bone in her body so she doubted it sounded convincing at all. The men still didn't seem to get the hint and when her new "friend" pulled out a knife the others didn't wait around. One of them grabbed her from behind, apparently rather touch her then actually restrain her. One hand on her boobs were bad enough but the other getting in her pants, well that set her off. Her face became flush with anger as she slammed her head back into the man's nose. The sound of bone breaking was audible as he staggered back holding his now bloody and quite disfigured nose. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes flared with anger, so visibly the other men were shocked and took a step back.
Kanna didn't let them get their confidence back as she quickly stepped forward deliver a jab so quick that the man never saw it coming. He dropped to the ground out cold, his nose even worse than before. Her fist now had blood smeared on it and she sprang into action her ball-rollers on her boxing shoes coming out as she glided across the ground closing the distance between the men quicker then they would have thought. A punch in the stomach dropped one, but by that point, they had gotten over their initial surprise and launched an attack. She sidestepped one punch grabbing the attackers arm pulling him down around her waist height. Her leg extended up to quite the ridiculous height. Kanna was flexible and her leg muscles were clearly visible. Maybe she was not Sonia Road flexible but as much as a normal human could. The leg came back down in a swift motion and slammed into the man's head, in turn slamming the attacker's face down into the pavement. She moves her foot to the man's shoulder and used her leg to dislocate his shoulder. The screams of pain were very distinct and audible. Another punch coming from her right side. She moved slightly and allowed the punch to pass between her arm and torso, her arm clamped down on the attackers and with her free arm, she leveled three quick jabs practically turning the mans face into a walking horror. Then she brought her elbow down onto the arm forcibly breaking it. She tossed the man into the last attacked who stumbled over him and fell down. He caught himself and was on all fours but Kanna was already behind him when he was trying to get up. Suddenly the man would find his arms behind him a foot on his back as Kanna pulled hard. The snaps could be heard along with more screams of pain. Then she slammed him into the ground with her foot-stomping his face in once to be sure.
Kanna turned, all that would be left was the man her new "friend" had been dealing with. She noticed the man she punched in the stomach starting to get up and she all bout tackled the man as she began to punch his face again and again and again. Her fists making bone-crunching sickening noises. She finally stopped and threw his head down onto the ground. With one more kick to the stomach hard for the closest one she took her hand and wipes her mouth. All she really did was just spread blood to her lips in a weird lipstick kind of way. Regardless the groans of those still semi-conscious could be heard. She was covered in blood and her eyes had finally gone back to normal. She had lost control for a brief moment there and had probably disabled these men for the rest of their lives. Regardless it had been in self-defense and she was not going to be too sad over it. She was just angry at herself for not controlling it, but when that man tried reaching in her pants it set her off. Disgusting ******** would try that with a girl like her living on the street and she took it extremely badly. She looked over to see what the girl had done with the man she had by the balls, literally. "I could use a drink now, what about you?" No thanks, direct and straight to the point. She didn't need to be spending money but she checked the men's wallets and took every bit of cash they had, including the would-be pimp it was actually a lot. Enough to cover the gyms rent for another month, thank god. She was really fearing she'd end up having to sell her body to keep that place. She didn't rob people anymore but in this case, she figured she'd earned it just like one of her boxing matches.
Stamina: 70/70 Tricks: Wear: 0% R.E.A.D → [170] → Acceleration:[20]+[50 Stat Boost] → Battle Strength:[80] → Stamina:[70] → Jump:[0] → Air Time:40 → Reaction:70 → Air Reaction:35
Dead of night. Buncha' no good guys looking for a place to be and a time to gave. And if you were looking, you'd found it. Underground Tokyo. Home to the worst of the worst. The bad of the bad. In the middle of hustle and bustle -- dim lights and dimwits. Ladies in scad clothing trying to make a buck and big spenders gambling their nights away. To all the men with bags tonight, he'd salute em'. To all the ladies showing a** tonight, he'd be in their section in moments. In walked a tall drink of water. Long hair, black shades, and red coursing eyes. Smog filled the air as he took another long drag from his cigarette; the cancerous stick blooming as the Devil made his way through his playground. This was his land and boy, did he know it.
Momentary were the particular lax drift and admonished thoughts left pathing to his one destination. A nearby club called the, "Cats Meow." Place for guys who liked to toss cash like it was regular paper and plenty of it. A nice spot to make his mark and make some cash. Having changed into evening attire, strapping pants, nice suit jacket and the black to cover his eyes, he fit in nicely. No one suspected a wolf had snuck in. . Least not yet. To the door, steps charred, too hot to touch. Ground literally being marked under his feet as that head held high. Above the masses. Above the world. He was floating, coasting.
Bad combination of agitation, ignorance, and liquor. Booze and bitches usually calmed the ache in his soul. But the way Lucky had looked at em' still bounced around. For a second he thought he'd found someone who was. . <******** it.
"Bitches ain't s**t and I ain't either. Big Boss taught me that. Gotta always remember."
To the door with two guards staring him down and looking between each other. "Name pretty boy?" Well. . How was he supposed to put this across real quick. "Gashi. Former right hand of Goeichi, Sarada." Toyko knew Sarada's name. Knew the type of s**t he did. Even in his passing, to be one of his boys held weight. The guards stopped for a second in fear, pacing eyes from each other before stepping back. ". . Go on in."Bingo.
Right into the scene painted straight out your favorite movie. Smucks and no goods to the left. Tight dressed women and gold diggers to the right. Massages for the men who asked the right price and drinks for the ladies who looked good enough to get one. Course when he came through a few people stared him down. It was the usual for this kinda establishment after all and Gashi wasn't the least bit surprised. Over to the bar, down to a seat, didn't take much for him to get the keeps attention. His hand slamming the table did that. "Something hard, but gimme' a lemon in it. I'm not tryna' be too ******** up too far." Keep nodded. Went on to grab a few mixes and got to shaking.
Til it was done Gashi scanned for a lick. Someone stupid enough to give him a chance. Just a little to inch on in and what he found? A sweet little doe crying at the edge of a bar. Never had you seen the Devil grin til you saw Gashi's.
"Jackpot."
Motioning down with a saunter, he stopped on a stool near her while tossing the Keep a hand to show he moved -- the drink came sliding down and his digits let it keep going, stopping in front of the little thing on the side of em. Blonde thing, face of an angel. Nice little figure. Something he could get used to. "Ya' know, pretty thing like you shouldn't be ruinin' their face. You should cheer up." Voice chimed as tunes played, keeping in rhythm. Her face rose, tears streaming as Gashi rubbed one away. Blinking a few times, the girl blushed in confusion. "A-Ah. . I was. . Just. ." A slight shake, finger tracing that lovely little jawline. ". . Hey, look. . Whatever's got you down sweetheart doesn't matter at all. Rather it be a guy, money, or whatever the ********. You're living. . and livin' good from the looks of things." Silk were the words and the touch left her wanting more. She was lost. He was too, but not enough.
They were wrapped in one another for a little bit. Hot scene in the club bathroom where she was ready to do it all -- then.
Out the door with a scramble and pants being pulled up, he went. Ducking as gunshots rang through the air, people screaming in fear while Gashi snickered on out the door. The guards jumping to the side as a few guys bolted after. "WHERE'D THE b***h WITH THE LONG HAIR GO?!" Oh, they thought he was a chick? Ha!
Bucking down a side street, there was a guy sitting on his bike, smoozing on some groupie. Not for long! Gashi came across with a mean hook, tumbling the dude. "UGH?! HE- THAT'S MY BIKE!" Another Devil's grin before turning. "Hahaha. Sorry. I gotta borrow this. Bring er' back real soon, bro! Sayonara!" Revving the engine, off he sped down a nearby street, ducking the corner with ease and zooming into the night. Another one bites the dust.
Deecee Sama
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[50 [---]] Strength:[145 [---]] Stamina:[19/25 [---]] Jump:[00 [---]] Air Time:[72.1]
Ritz moved with ease as she would keep herself nicely covered, her new weapon on hand as she would walk the digs of underground tokyo once again and found herself in front of the building she had fought against that spider-baby in. A smirk played on her lips as she wondered how the kid was doing after taking a whomping from her, though she figured he might be in the hospital still.
Noble Negative J3t
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 5:38 pm
"Didn't expect you to come back here" a voice would state as Usien was sitting on a metal beam. His outfit was different. He wasn't spiderman no more. That was ripped to shreds. Instead, he was wearing a black panther outfit. His mask wasn't on though so it was obvious who he was. He was still nursing that broken rib a little, but it wasn't anything major. If hit it'll sting more but it wasn't something holding his wings down anymore.
Red eyes gleamed over the structure as well as the prostitution bar that was attached to it, men with feminine features and minorly provocative clothing stood outside talking to each other while she watched with minor amusement. They were quite catty- eyes snapped up as she would take notice of the voice and soon spot... "Who are you again?" she questioned at first, flat out wondering who he was. Eyes squinted as she took a look at his- "Oh, spider-baby evolved into...uh...Venom?" she questioned cocking a blond brow towards her hairline with keen interest, "I dunno whats with that body suit thing...like ya got a fetish for that s**t?" she half mocked and was half serious about the question. She didn't deal with creepy men that got themselves off by wearing skin tight suits.
Noble Negative J3t
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 7:24 pm
"No fetish. My spider suit was destroyed. Not anything I can do about it. I like my super heroes what can I say. In this, I feel almost invincible." (just wait till my real suit gets built) Usien would state before swinging his legs over to dangle off the ledge. His eyes looking towards Ritz. They weren't like before. They were serious but not as naive. Almost as if, he was a little bit more dangerous. "It's actually pretty nice. Being in the sky. High among the earth. The fear of falling at every waking corner. The thrill. I thought you would of crushed my wings but... All I did was grow a new pair and claimed my piece of the sky"
Ritz tilted her head as the man announced what happened and his reasoning, "So, clothes make you feel good. Right." she stated with minor sarcasm in her words letting it go with ease. She'd question whether or not to just leave as the male seemed prone to chit chat and she...she was all action.... Red eyes looked bored as he...was he making metaphors at her? Seriously? Jaw dropped slightly as she would rub her temples with her middle and forefingers, "Look look look Robert Frost, I dunno what the hell your talking about, but I ain't do nothing other then beat you like man you supposed to be." she snorted, "You do what you want after the fact, you going to sit and mope like a b***h then you ain't gonna ah...what the hell did you say?" she stated waving her hand in a circle, "Sky, flying, whatever." the blond was not at all up with this...metaphorical hyperbole thing that some riders got, "You wanna fly, ******** fly. Lettin' people snatch your a** down and doing nothing about it is only your problem." she looked mildly irritated...., "Must be high or something I swear..." she grumbled as some of the prostitutes looked at the young man who was talking to the girl. Small cat calls were made to the boy, but they'd most likely be ignored.
