The wind would pick up, but make no mistake. He wasn't a wing road rider or anything. In fact, he was just feeling the breeze blowing past them. The sky bringing him the backing that he was informing her about. "You don't get it do you," he started before looking towards the sky. His shadow was starting to form .The abyss known as Ritz was not about to silence his song. Win or lose or draw. This was not going to go like last time. In fact, he was willing put his whole body on the line for this. His black panther suit would soon be stripped from the waist up, folding down revealing his chest. Similar to the Undertaker taking off his straps. The song, the demonic melody was increasing. Ritz being a tuner should of been able to see it. Hear it. The difference not only in him but his song. A flashed smile creeped on his face, a smile similar to that of ZJ. A rider long forgotten but akin through blood. He knew what this was leading to. He knew what this battle was going to be. If she was one to accept it that was. She was a fighter, which was fine, but did she ever stop to feel how the world was in the air. "Meet me in the sky~ Hurdle across underground Tokyo. The Goal being the Ramen Bar shop half way across the town. The hurdle being the whole city, but to keep a fair course. It will be the You must stay off the ground. You touch the ground, you lose. I win, you have to train me in your fighting style."
Ritz sighed as he would go on. Weary of his poetry and his...obvious trip on whatever he took gone wrong, she'd then look unimpressed as the male stripped, "I've seen bigger...better...hell mine look better." she muttered to herself obviously not taking the kid seriously. The sound of his aura rising did not even cause the beast slumbering in the abyss to even stir, unbothered by the male's serious bravado since she had absolutely no reason to take a limp noodle caught in his own world seriously. Hands went behind her head as she would look relaxed, her muscles not tensed and no real pains urging her to head home....thank god they soaked in that tub. Red eyes would watch him indicate the air and go on to state a battle, she looked immediately uninterested at the sound of a 'hurdle'. Not her style even slightly, hell if her aura had been around it would have snuffed and dipped out with a tail waved in his direction.
Equal ground only worked when both parties agreed to it, she could easily see the loophole once he announced that she had to stay off the ground, "See the problem with the majority of this is you tryin to antagonize me...goad me...whatever into accepting. I honestly don't give a s**t up or down unless there is a cube involved. I'll tell ya what though." she mumbled digging through her pocket and fishing out a yen coin and held it up, "I leave it to lady luck whether or not you even deserve a chance at all. I don't take you seriously in the slightest and you have nothing of value that I want. If this coin is in your favor then something up there must like you a little bit." she stated before letting the coin rest on her thumb, "Heads I fight, tails you go the ******** home." she stated with a smile before she launched the coin up several feet and let it hit the ground. The coin rolled and soon landed with heads facing up, "Ain't that summthin." she shrugged picking up the coin, "Welp whatever. Let's go already." she yawned hands tucked into her pockets as she looked clearly disgruntled about the whole thing.
"Not the point It's not for your enjoyment." he explained as he wouldn't take offense to her words. Besides, Ritz wasn't his type. Why would he show off to appease her? No, this was all about him. She could not take him seriously if she wanted. That was fine, but that would be on her not on him. He was excited. Of course, she was one to not approve for a hurdle. Did no one do anything else besides fight? It was quite problematic, but he wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Instead, he expected her to try and take it. Surprisingly, he was wrong.
I'm not trying to goad you into anything. No one can make you do anything. Especially a wimp like me right?" He responded before he would look at the Yen coin. She wanted to leave it to luck. Looking at the coin, he smirked. "I'm not going to leave even if it's tails. I just find someone else" he shrugged. His dad's genes were showing they a** today. He would soon see that the coin did land on Heads. Interesting how that works. Looking at the woman, she seemed out of it, but that's fine. One would expect that any type of loss would hurt someone pride, but maybe she was different. He didn't know.Treks revving, he would launch himself into the air, his treks landing onto a nearby sign before he landed on top of the the parking garage. Now on top, he would start heading for the goal. She said to get it started already, so he got it started! The air was so free. She may could control the air with Over but, she couldn't take the sky from him.
Ritz raised a brow, "So you a flasher..got it." she shrugged it off with ease not caring if he wasn't showing off..she still found him to be on some form of drugs or something. She yawned loudly when he started to state he wasn't goading her then there was the minor jab and self depreciation, man he was just annoying. A little fly buzzing around her that just didn't shut up. Rubbing her eyes as the other mentioned finding someone else, then the coin flip and they were off. Ritz didn't really care if she won what so ever, she'd jump up the steps of the parking garage and click her treks on leaving Usien to dash off by himself, 'I could just walk the other direction and not care...but like....he mentioned a ramen place...and I'm feelin peckish." she thought mildly rolling across the roof with her hands still pocketed. She'd easily crouch and launch herself with ease across the open way below her and land on the next building rolling casually with no care, "He did say I'd just have to stay off the ground. I get some ramen too." she yawned again while continuing to casually roll across rooftops and jump as necessary. She wasn't kidding when she said she held no interest in this fight, even if he won and got her to 'train' him he might just leave her alone anyhow because she didn't take it seriously.
Prince continued through. He was doing his best staying above the ground but there was a certain element he was missing and he wasn't sure what it was. It seemed still dangerous enough but there wasn't that element that he needed. He tried to come up with it. Was it an opponent. He had an opponent. Still something was missing. He wasn't sure of it. Maybe, he would figure it out as they wade more and more. Closer and closer he got t the Ramen shop and yet, he felt relatively safe..
Ritz cruised along with ease upon the rooftops, hardly any parkour was required as she merely scanned and jumped from building to building. The woman was bored and hardly cared about this hurdle, to her it was nothing more then a cheap battle to see who was faster or who could jump the highest, it didn't feel like it required months of skill and practice to get good at it. Sure performing pretty tricks from place to place would definitely be something, but she wasn't into showboating, this wasn't a test of skill this was simply a race to her. One she didn't care about winning considering the other couldn't beat her in something prior so he picked something else with the knowledge he wouldn't be besting her in something she was obviously trained in.
Prince would end up making it to the Ramon place fairly easy. The result of riding was higher, but it wasn't the same. How could one really not get up for a battle. He just didn't get it? Were people scared of losing? Were people scared to go outside of their comfort zone. There were many skills in a dash, hurddle ,or even a disk. He just wasn't understanding. Making it to the Ramon bar, he started to order him something to go. That's not how he wanted it. If she wanted to be boring like that, it was whatever. He figure out training on his own. No point when there was no interest. He rather learn from someone that actually gave a s**t. He didn't notice the shady group that was starting to form on the outside of the bar. Mood completely 180, he waited on his ramon to get done. Total Buzzkill.
Ritz would walk forward as she would spot the lights of the Ramon shop and hop down, spotting the Super hero wannabe she'd easily walk up ( giving no ******** about the loitering weirdos ) and smack him on the shoulder open palmed, "Wasn't dat juuust super fun." she remarked sarcastically as she would order after him and turn to relax against the counter elbows propped behind her as she would take in the view outside, "Parts wars....20XX." she snorted rolling her eyes, "No equal exchange or bets though....." she muttered plaintively knowing she'd have tried had he bet something she actually gave a s**t about, who cared about training someone else? You could get anyone to train someone, though she felt she accomplished her goal as the other winner seemed to not be all too ecstatic. Did he honestly expect her to be gungho for something so stupid? What was she going to get out of him? She didn't deal in favors, he was far too weak to have anything to offer her that was of any ******** it. She wanted her Sho-yu ramen and then to dip to find someone to fight, that was always fun since she decided she wouldn't lose to anyone in a fist fight after Mayr had retired.
No. Of course not that wasn't ******** fun . It was annoying. Flight wasted. He wasn't going to let it get him down, but if that was her attitude. ******** that. He figure out training somewhere else. He didn't know from who or where, but he be damned. At least, he knew and got it out of the way all in the beginning. His order was ready, but before he could leave he was greeted by a group of thugs. Ritz pissed them off somehow and he didn't know how or why. They wanted Prince's food but he simply refused. They would ask again and still no would be the answer. Looking at him, they made fun of his muscles even though he was actually quite fit and in shape. He just wasn't huge. Being pushed, the next thing the thug felt was chop sticks stabbed to the throat. Then all hell break loose, the gang flooded in and swings were starting to be thrown. No one was safe. They even go after Ritz. Prince was holding his own, but it obvious he lacked technique. He took some hits and punches he should of had, but he was impressively knocking them out as well.
It seemed the other was not all too pleased with her, she found it highly amusing in the long run since he had just out of the blue tried to force her hand. Oh well not her issue. Food in hand as she was eating with minor amounts of gusto, amidst her chewing she'd hear the altercation outside and soon stand up with bowl in hand only to be greeted with someone trying to punch her. Chopsticks went up and smacked the hand further up in a quick stab before she jabbed the other in the throat with a fist sending him to the floor while still eating. The blond finished her food while the few thugs who split off had attempted to attack her only to end up on the floor, tossing her empty bowl at one chuckle head who was hitting the male she'd 'raced' she'd watch with...yeah that was just disgusting. He had none...not even a little battle prowess, she'd scoff as she walked forward and grabbed two thugs merely shoving them away as she tapped one of Prince's legs forward in a stagger stance, she seethed as she would grab a fist aimed at her head and just continuously push the men away with out losing attention on Prince. Backing up a step she'd swing the other man towards him that had been vehemently attacking her, "Arms up fist by your cheeks, keep your thumb inwards for a guard." she commanded as she would be basically unbothered, "Protect your face and chest." he was probably being pummeled by the couple of men, "Swing your hip with a punch and lean in with some weight." she'd state eyeing the other members who were attempting to crawl away, "Always return to your guard. You don't return to your guard your dead." she yawned clearly not bothered by this whole ordeal.
Could she really piss off? Prince wasn't really one to get angry, but he was kind of reaching that point at the moment. He didn't even want her help anymore. She was uninterested. He got it. Getting smacked in the face, he would weave two punches, splitting them before kick knocked one back, but he wasn't focused. He almost fell when he was corrected of a stance. What was she even. A hit came and he felt the rush of blood from his lips. ********, she wasn't going to be happy about that. He tuned out Ritz. Yes she was helping, but now she wanted to help? When was this! Having a thug thrown his way, what was she thinking? SO, she was adding to the situation now? Breaking off and pushing away the beatdown he was receiving, Prince would elbow each one in the gut before backing up, his guard still down. He was starting to cheat though. The rhythm of their foot steps, he was starting to use that like tracking. With that tracking, he could dodge better. With that, he just worked on dodging, letting them beat themselves up. The room was thinning rapidly.
Ritz watched with clear impatience as he continued to ignore her, she rolled her eyes and decided to go get another bowl of ramen, he could get decked and beaten to s**t. She was sure the big daddy and his back up would be there soon, she could just enjoy dinner and show...probably a decent calorie burn after too. Shrugging her shoulders as she sauntered off already aware a second wave would be coming for back up, she'd easily head back into the restaurant which owner was now peering outside clearly anxious, "Don't worry, they'll kill him and move on." she muttered leaning back and watching the show of him getting dodging and not aware of those he hadn't beaten up clearly going to call for the second wave and possibly third or fourth. Eventually he'd get tired and just keel over.
They just wouldn't end would they? Weaving more and more the finals of the first wave would would come through. His body bruised, he would head back inside to go order more ramen before the second wave came. This was the second suit that he had getting ripped up by some a** holes. He didn't pay no mind to the woman that was now enjoying another bowl. This wasn't her issue. As they would pour in, he would look towards the approaching males and would sigh. His guard stance would be different, looking like a blaziken with one knee raised and a defense guard up, he would take care of the first 2 with ease before getting tripped. Falling onto his back, he would use the momentum to spring himself forward onto his feet and would drop kick the man who dropped him away. Rotating his shoulder, Prince groaned. REALLY? MORE PEOPLE?! Staggering his stance, he would wait for the others to come. He didn't know what he was doing, but he some how was doping a Muiy Thai stance, his guard not the greatest but it did what it needed to do. His fighting increased, but still many punches he took that shouldn't. Least, he was listening. Whether he wanted to or not.
Ritz yawned as she would wait on her food, briefly glancing up when the other came in with a busted lip, she ignored him right after her observation as her food came in. Noodles were happily stuffed into her cheeks as she ate and she'd only glance up when more men poured in to attack the spiderbaby. Red eyes watched with minor interest as she pushed a piece of meat into her mouth, he handled well enough though he really needed to be refined when it came to fighting, so much wasted movement and excess power. She turned around in her seat as she swallowed, "Stop trying to put so much power behind everything. Use your weight. Hell if you need to guard so much start kicking low at their ankles and calves. You waste so much ******** energy trying to just deck them." she commented before turning back around to continue eating her food, "Aim for other vital points too, like their necks, kidneys and stomach." she muttered as she wouldn't be all too bothered by the commotion of people. Any that approached her would be mercilessly stabbed in the throat with chopsticks.
Ehhh. Over use of energy and power? Well, he was wanting make sure they didn't get back up. He wanted to one hit knock out them all . Stuck, he did what she stated. It would go on for another 15 minutes before Usien eventually finished the situation and would collapse in chair, head leaning back as he didn't bother to say anything to Ritz. He just laid there, his stomach heaving as he would touch his lip softly. That wasn't parts war. That was just a good old fashion fight. Feeling his lip that was still a little bit of blood on it, but he would live. He had gotten in some good shots. He followed her advice. Now, what was she going to do. Still train him? Eat and leave?
