Match of the Millennium

Description: Michael is having a nice day with his dog at a cafe, and then Angel has to interrupt.

[MICHAEL]
Normally, the hustle and bustle of Southtown would bring many visitors to this cafe. Normally, the school kids would be relaxing after a day of classes, enjoying a cup of tea or some simple snacks. Normally there would be an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Unfortunately, today seems to be just the opposite for one patron who sits idly at a table. Michael G. Weller, descendant of a famed ninja who once prowled the lands of Nippon, fascinated by the famed denizens of the shadows. Patron of justice, savior of Japan. His name is rather undocumented solely for the fact he was a filthy gaijin. Most people would just call him a Ninja Otaku in the modern days, but his descendants still follow in his path.

The filthy blonde ninja stares at a rather old scroll spread across the table, while a young husky lays beneath it idly chewing a bone. A scream of exasperation comes from the man, scaring away what few patrons were brave enough to ignore the man who looks like he physically just wandered down from the mountains (he did) while he continues to mumble under his breath. Obviously this proves to be a problem for the owners of the shop, who seem quite unsure as to what to do about him.

[ANGEL]
While the wild man's seemingly crazy antics might be enough to scare off the more straight-laced patrons, most of whom are middle-aged Japanese citizens that treat public drama akin to the second coming of the Black Plague, there's one person who seems unperturbed. Ofcourse, as luck(?) would have it, the young woman in question is even more bizarre looking than the blonde-haired American. Unlike poor Michael, however, this particular teenager's name is known around the world. Infact, she just finished wrapping up yet another spectacular television performance, going toe-to-toe with a relatively unknown new fighter in a stadium bearing her own name.

Angel sits on the far side of the cafe's outdoor serving area, engrossed in eating a bowl of lime-flavored ice cream. Well, 'eating' might not be the right way to describe it. 'Noisily making out with' is probably more accurate. The buxom Mexican holds a fancy-looking bowl up to her face, obscuring her exotic features behind the porcelain dish. The rapid clink of a spoon hitting the edge of the bowl as it desperately tries to shovel as much of the contents into her mouth in as short a time as possible rings out over the mostly empty street corner, as if it she's somehow afraid the tasty treat will get up and run away given half the chance. Judging by the two other empty dishes sitting nearby, she's already tested this theory extensively.

The sudden outburst from nearby is enough to break Angel's intense focus away from satisfying her monsterous need for calories. Atleast, enough to get her to peer around the edge of the bowl. The girl's eyes sparkle with amused curiosity as she settles her gaze upon the bedraggled wanna-be ninja and his strange looking parchment. Well now, what might that be? A collection of ancient secrets? A map to buried treasure? Lost assassination techniques passed down only to the chosen one?!

More likely it's some cheesy 'authetic' map of the local area the guy picked up in a tourist trap gift shop. Judgying by his attire, he seems like the sort to fall head-over-heels for that kind of crap. Now she can't help but to pick on him a little.

Rising from her seat, Angel shovels the last of her ice cream down her gob with a couple of mighty gulps, flaunting her potent immunity to ice-cream headaches. Score one for science and tampering with human biology. Clasping her hands behind her back, the assassin takes a couple of innocent steps towards the distracted ninja before her body turns into a blurred smear of color, vanishing from sight.

"Ey, whatcha got there, Hanzo?"

Reappearing out of nowhere, the girl leans on Michael from behind, propping her elbows up on his shoulders. A pair of soft and squishy objects press against his neck as she leans in and the pleasant aroma of something flowery assaults his senses, mixing with the lingering hints of lemon from the ice cream.

[MICHAEL]
As the pressure on his neck increases, Michael freezes. The flowery scent with a hint of lemon is enough to just about break him. There is no understandable response, the words coming out as if they were an Eldritch abomination meant to end the world and all of existence with ten thousand years of suffering and pain.

A light bark from the dog under the table is enough to jog Michael out of the sweet heaven he has found himself in. Deftly sliding down into the chair, the blonde ninja quickly twists his body until he is under the table, rolling away from the woman. The scroll rests in his hands as he rapidly moves to re-roll it and place it within his gi like any good ninja does with ancient scrolls.

"I.. bwargh..."

Yep, he's still unable to speak, face burning redder then a thousand tomatos in a ketchup factory. A flustered "Blarghabrl," escapes his lips, so the husky will have to speak for him.

"Woof."

[ANGEL]
Angel rides the whole way down with the strange man, her body tilting forward to remain pressed up against his back until he finally slips away beneath the safety of the table, leaving her bent over the back of the chair. With her elbows now resting on the seat, she props her chin up in her hands and peers at Michael with a lop-sided smirk on her face, endlessly amused by his reaction. Oh this is going to be even more entertaining than she'd hoped.

Now that he's in a position to actually get a look at the terrible beast accosting him, Michael will find that whatever his imagination had cooked up in that precarious moment when he was accosted, the reality is far far worse.

Angel is dressed in her usual fashion, something that could charitably be described as 'risque'. Her torso is clad in a cut-off black leather jacket that stops only a few inches below her bust, fastened closed by a belt and a zipper that look to be struggling to contain the twin mountains of soft flesh wrapped up underneath. The teenager's cleavage is prominent enough on its own but with her folded up in her current position, her bosom is practically being offered up on a silver platter. The long sleeves of the jacket are folded back at the forearm, flaring out stylishly like a pair of split cuffs, and a pair of fingerless leather gloves protect her delicate feminine hands.

"Oh are you his spokesperson?"

Angel grins at the dog, reaching down to ruffle the beast's head without any fear. She's always had a way with... well, everyone, really. Even the people who are eternally frustrated with her antics can't bring themselves to hate the spunky girl. That natural charm is atleast partly to blame for her continued existence when so many other test subjects within NESTS have long since gone the way of the dodo, despite her laid-back attitude and constant trouble-making.

Pushing herself back from the chair, Angel casually flops forward, rolling over the table and allowing herself to fall into a loose heap on the far side. She plops down next to Michael with a thud, taking up a lazy position on her side, head propped up on her hand.

"So! What's a weirdo like you doing in a classy joint like this?"

[MICHAEL]
Dogs are supposed to be man's best friend, but Michael's dog doesn't seem to care so long as she's getting pet. Incrediously, Michael watches with abject (yet very curious) horror as the woman nimbly rolls across the table to regain the distance that Michael rushed to put between them. A cautious step is taken away from Angel, as the heat rises to his face, continuing to burn brightly from the sheer visage that is Angel.

"I.. I'm not a weirdo. I'm an.. I'm an American. I'm just taking part in a student exchange program and my host family said this was the popular style!" Yep. Dig yourself a little deeper there Michael. Just lie to the woman who you don't know. That ALWAYS works out. Another step is taken backwards as Michael's eyes once more scan over the woman casually stretching across the ground.

Quickly the eyes are averted, as he tries once more to regain some form of composure, even if its very unlikely.

The dog just goes back to her bone. Her owner will be fine. Maybe.

[ANGEL]
"Ya don't say?"

As if the blue eyes and blonde hair weren't enough of a give away that he's not from this particular neck of the woods. His accent isn't European which pretty heavily narrows down the options. Throw in the crazy cosplay gear and he basically has to be an American. Buncha weebs.

"Yeah, that might have been true... in the fifteen-hundreds or so," the teen says, rolling her eyes. "You'll have to try a little harder than that, otaku-chan."

Angel shifts gears from laconic to frantic motion in the blink of an eye, twisting around on the ground like a break dancer with a sharp snap of her long legs. She kips up to her feet and darts over to Michael in another blur of motion, her body regaining focus directly beside the skiddish 'ninja'. She leans on him, putting her arm around his shoulders so that she can pull him in close. Jabbing a finger into his cheek, the girl grins like a cat with a ball of yarn, whispering conspirially.

"Hey, hey... show me whatcha got on that scroll. I bet it's directions to the local convention center, right? A cheat sheet for how to order food? Maybe... the ancient art of convincing a girl to go to a love hotel with you?"

[MICHAEL]
Once more the flowery scent invades his senses, causing him to melt into Angel's arms. There is no real defense for him against this as he's never been truly taught how to withstand these kinds of attacks. Unable to break free, once more any semblence of coherent thought and speech goes right on out the window.

"Blarhble snarf."

Such an impact these words will make upon Angel, mostly as she may start to question the sanity of the young man she has managed to ensare. His right hand slowly starts to rise up to reach into the folds of his gi, only for him to stop at the last moment. Why would this woman want to know what the scroll contains? Why should it even matter? Does this scroll really contain an ancient art for picking up women? Why would this scroll even have that sort of thing?

The young ninja quickly moves to shove Angel away forcefully, his body dropping down, his body swaying as he slides his feet around to move away once more from Angel, staring directly into her eyes.

"Pity, come!" His voice waivers slightly, as he visibly starts to sweat, fighting the allure of the woman before him. The dog on the otherhand lazily picks up her bone, and slowly stand next to him.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I can't tell you what's on it. I mean, it's around four to five hundred years old, and I can't even read it." Yep. Just tell a random stranger you're carrying an actual antique artifact. That'll get her to leave you alone.

[ANGEL]
Still playing around, Angel offers no resistance against being pushed away and takes a few steps back. The American's lack of social grace around woman is comedic enough that she doesn't just wander off yet though. Seriously, who gets flustered around the opposite sex in this day and age? That's the kind of crap she expects to see in old movies from the early 1900s and cheesy romcom anime. Is this weirdo seriously some basement dwelling nerd?

"Pity?"

Her eyebrow quirks up at the name, glancing down at the dog as it shuffles lazily over to his side. He named his dog Pity? That's certainly the emotion she's starting to generate towards this poor man. So sad and lonely even his pet's name is depressing. Yeesh.

Michael's sudden ability to speak coherent thoughts draws her attention once more to his face. An ancient relic, he says? Iiiiinteresting. Ofcourse, that could just be more cosplay nonsense. For all she knows, he crumpled up a piece of paper and baked it in the oven to make it look old and worn out. Still, her curiosity has been piqued, and it's not like she has anything else to do today other than annoy the guy.

"Oh yeah? As it just so happens, reading old scrolls is my speciality! I have a PhD in, uh, Scrollology. How bout you let me give it a look?"

[MICHAEL]
"...I'm.. not that dumb okay?" Sure Michael seems to have fallen off the turnip truck rather recently, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have some common sense. "And I'm not some otaku either, okay? So stop calling me one! I do have a name 'ya know..." A sharp whistle escapes his lips, causing the dog to drop her bone and spring to attention.

"Descendant of a forgotten ninja of old, student of the Koga-ryu arts..."

Michael suddenly steps backwards, quickly vanishing from sight only to reappear atop a nearby lamp post, dog carefully balanced atop his shoulders, hackles raised slightly. Leaping into the air, the dog nimbly leaps from the man's shoulders as he spins back around, only to blur out of view once more, appearing directly behind Angel.

The dog lands on the ground, accelerating in speed until she once more stands before her master, a fair bit faster then most people would actually admit for a husky.

Michael spins around once more, only to thrust a fist towards Angel's face, stopping at the last moment to present a thumbs-up as he grins like an idiot.

"Michael G. Weller, at your service!"

The pose is kept for a few moments, only for his face to once more turn a bright shade of scarlet, as he realizes just how stupid he really now seems.

"Uh... Forget all of that, okay?"

[ANGEL]
Angel puts her hands on her hips and huffs out an exasperated breath towards the sky, fluttering her snowy bangs at the rebuttal. Naturally no one is that dumb... well, okay, she can't say /no one/ is that dumb - she's met a few people that would be bricks a run for their money in the lack of brains department - but most people aren't. It was clearly a joke, meant to help break this dweeb out of his shell.

Well, uh, mission successful?

The teen stares at the sudden circus theatrics routine, eyes wide with disbelief. Holy shit, is this guy for real? Who introduces themselves like that? Is she being Punked right now?

A quick glance around shows no obvious signs of a camera hidden nearby, which is actually kind of disappointing. This shit would make prime time television entertainment. Angel draws her attention back to the dynamic duo just as the fist comes flying at her face. Most people would probably have flinched; she just stares at the ninja like he's some kind of strange bug that's crawled out into the open.

"Uh, wow... nice trick, I guess. You even got the dog in on the act. You should try out for America's Got Talent, you'd probably make it past the first few rounds atleast."

Angel casually pushes the thumbed-up fist out of her face, grinning openly again. No way she's going to let that Looney Tunes performance escape her memory. Not for free, atleast.

"Tell you what, Mister 'Ninja'. It's pretty lame around here today. Usually there's some wanna-be brawlers floatin around, tryin to get noticed by smackin each other around. They suck balls but it's fun to watch. Place has been a snooze-fest all morning though. So, you entertain me for a bit and I'll forget all about that Power Ranger cringe fest you pulled."

[MICHAEL]
"...Entertain you?" Michael tries to wrap his head around the actual meaning behind it. Of course Angel clearly explained it all, so normally someone would understand right away that she wants to throw down. Sadly for Angel, it takes Michael a bit longer then usual to really grasp. Of course, he has no idea what she's talking about when she mentions a cringe fest.

"...What's a power ranger?"

Once more Michael leaps away, neatly spinning in the air to put a bit of space between himself and Angel, quickly placing his left hand on the ninjato on his side. The sword is neatly unsheathed as he leans forward, the sword heavily flaked with fatina from age.

"Uh... let's.. do this?"

COMBATSYS: Michael has started a fight here.

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Michael          0/-------/-------|

[ANGEL]
"That's the spirit!"

Angel grins at the ninja once he manages to puzzle out the terribly difficult problem of what she's after. If she was a decent person she might feel bad about smacking around some guy who clearly fell off the short bus. She's not though, so she doesn't. Dealing with her boredom is far more important that worrying about little moral issues like that. She'll buy him a drink afterwards, it'll be fine.

The dusky-skinned teen drops into her own fighting stance, hands held out at odd angles from her body with her fingers loosely curled up like she's looking for someone to grope. She even wiggles them too. It's a very relaxed style, showing no obvious inclination torwards offense or defense. Mostly because it's weird shit she made up herself watching pro-wrestling on late night television as a kid. Attempting to analyze her moves is an exercise in futility because she literally makes them up on the fly. Hell, sometimes even /she/ doesn't know what she's going to do until she starts doing it.

"Aaaand... FIGHTO!"

Angel gives a high-pitched hoot as she signals the beginning of their impromptu match, leaping at the blonde ninja with an energetic hop that propels her forward like a cannon ball. She snaps out a leg, driving the heel of her cowboy boot towards Michael's chest as she drops towards him. Immediately, the agile Mexican pivots when she hits the ground, bringing her other leg up to plant her knee square in the pit of his gut!

"Orya!"

COMBATSYS: Angel has joined the fight here.

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Angel            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Michael

COMBATSYS: Michael parries Angel's Medium Kick!

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Angel            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Michael

[MICHAEL]
As the knee flies towards his stomach, Michael nimbly flips himself upwards, gently planting his hands upon the knee using it to give himself a bit of extra momentum into the air. If he wasn't sure before as to what Angel really wanted, he's fully aware now! Had she of caught him with that, it would have most likely left him rather winded for the rest of this fight.

As the ninja sails upwards, he arcs his body to catch the over hang of an awning, neatly swinging himself up on top of it.

"Hey! Are you actually trying to /hurt/ me?"

The words are slightly taunting as he stands up fully atop the fragile awning, spinning his body to plant both feet upon the wall the awning attaches to. Pushing himself backwards, the blonde ninja remains on the wall for a few moments as if he were some form of arachnid-person, only to spring towards Angel like a pinball. Michael's body twists once more as his left leg snaps forward, seeking to collide violently with the woman, hopefully showing her he isn't as silly as she thought he was.

COMBATSYS: Michael successfully hits Angel with Triangle Kick EX.

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Angel            0/-------/----<<<|==-----\-------\0          Michael

[ANGEL]
"What, you can't take a wimpy little love tap like that?"

Angel counter taunts playfully but she's actually sort of impressed that the guy was able to evade her that quickly. She's no slouch when it comes to the speed department. Ofcourse, she's just playing around with him but more than one person's walked away from her little games with a nice shiner for their troubles.

Michael's strange spider-foo earns an eyebrow quirk in response. Okay, that's a pretty neat trick, she'll readily admit. But she's pretty sure what he intends to do next, since he's kind of telegraphing his intent. The spunky teen drops into a low stance and thumps her chest in the universal 'bring it on' gesture, only to find that he brings it a lot faster than she'd expected.

"Woa-oof!"

The kick slams into her shoulder as she tries to bring an arm up to shield herself, just a few moments too slow, sending the girl staggering to the side. Not a bad hit, even if it was a lucky shot. Maybe she can play a little bit rougher than she'd planned.

"Barely able to stammer out a straight sentence to a girl but you're happy to give her a good kick, huh? Kinda weird, aren't ya?"

Angel lunges at the ninja again, this time coming at him on the ground. She skids to a halt right infront of him, bringing a long leg up to snap a wide kick at the side of his head, proving that she is not only fast and agile but flexible too. Never one to do anything normal if she can help it though, the teen turns her simple strike into a surprise second attack. Her foot hooks back towards Michael once it passes his noggin, attempting to clobber him from behind with the heel as well as lock his neck tightly in the grip of her knee.

COMBATSYS: Michael blocks Angel's Senseless Fists.

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Angel            0/-------/---<<<<|====---\-------\0          Michael

[MICHAEL]
"A fight is different then talking to a girl!"

Angel sure does move fast, and its no surprise when Michael takes a boot to the side of the head, causing him to stagger slightly. That should teach him to be cocky. He's not quite good enough to really be cocky yet.

As the leg comes back around hook the blonde ninja he's already raising his right arm, barely managing to absorb the impact from the heavy sneak attack. The heaviness of the attack alone is most likely going to leave one gnarly bruise once all is said and done, but he doesn't quite have time to sit there. He'll most likely get another boot to the head if he does.

"Uh, are you entertained yet?"

Michael quickly rolls himself away, trying to once more put a bit of space between himself and Angel, part of him realizing that it'll be dangerous in more ways then one if he stays close range. As his distance increases, his hands plant into the ground, springboarding himself into the air. He releases a small kunai in retaliation for the boot to the head, aimed right at the offending foot. He's not out to maim the woman. She looks too good for that.

COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Michael's Small Random Weapon.

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Angel            0/-------/--<<<<<|====---\-------\0          Michael

[ANGEL]
Fortunately, Angel's boots are pretty thick and she's got a lot of experience dealing with people who use blades in a fight. Comes with the territory of being the sort of person that hangs out in seedy bars where half the customers are more than willing to shank a bitch for what they might have in their wallet. And an assassin. That probably helps too.

The teenager twists her foot to the side, taking the brunt of the throwing knife in the thick heel. She doesn't look particularly surprised or annoyed either, as if this is something that she deals with on a daily basis, which isn't too far from the truth. If it isn't some professional fighting match, it's government agents, rival assassins, or crazy fans. She manages to keep pretty busy most of the time.

"What? We're just getting started, hombre!"

Plucking the slender blade from her shoe, Angel flips it casually in the air, catching it neatly in her palm as it pinwheels back towards the ground. She toys with it for a few more seconds, showing off her manual dexterity as she rolls it between her fingers.

"Ey, think ya dropped this! Japan's got a pretty hefty fine for littering, you filthy animal!"

Lazily bringing the weapon up near her head, Angel makes a sudden snapping motion with her wrist. The kunai turns into a shimmering blur as the sunlight glints off its spinning edge, tumbling end over end on a rapid return course back to its owner. She's so helpful.

COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Michael with Thrown Object.

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Angel            0/-------/-<<<<<<|======-\-------\0          Michael

[MICHAEL]
It's not often someone decides to catch a blade head-on with their foot, nor is it very likely said person will take thrown blade, and fling it right back at the owner. Michael stares in aww at Angel as she does just this, and expertly flings the blade right back at him.

Failing to notice the fact he has a sharp blade hurtling towards him, he winces and crys out slightly as the bladed weapon imbeds itself into his left shoulder.

"Sunova.. OW."

The blonde man reaches up and yanks the kunai out, visibly turning a lighter shade as a spurt of blood launches itself forward to stain the magnificently clean concrete before the cafe. He doesn't let the fact he was just shanked by his own weapon deter him, only to launch himself foward towards the woman. Raising his hands together, Michael is suddenly enveloped in a cloud of smoke, only for two of himself to launch out of the cloud.

"Let's see how you like two of me!"

The two Michaels grin as they slide forward, allowing the momentum to carry them closer. The two Michael's slant slightly, left hand pressing on their right, seeking to drive their elbow into the woman's midsection. Luckily for Angel, only one of them is real, but really, which one is it? Left? Right?

COMBATSYS: Michael successfully hits Angel with Shadow Copy.

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Angel            1/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0          Michael

[ANGEL]
"Hey, I'm not that kind of girl! Atleast buy me a drink first!"

Angel squares off with the twin ninjas, keeping her stance loose as they bob and weave back and forth to come at her from different angles. She isn't any good with this mystical chi bullshit, so she doesn't have any skills that will let her divine which one is a copy by its spiritual energy or any such nonsense.

Instead, she goes with what she knows. Waiting until the last moment, the teenager suddenly throws herself to the side, attempting to evade both of the Michaels at the same time in the brief moment when their paths intersect. It would have looked really awesome, if it had worked, but she isn't quite able to stick the timing and gets an elbow to the gut for her efforts.

Rather than hit something soft and squishy, however, Angel's abs prove to be a solid wall of muscle. She grunts at the impact, staggering backwards a little but gut-check doesn't even manage to double her over. If anything, she looks more amused by his antics in pain.

"You have some slick moves, Mikey. Guess it's time for Angel to get serious!"

Angel punches a fist into the other, squeezing her knuckles until they pop loudly, a lop-sided grin on her face. She'd just been planning to pummel the guy a little for fun but this is turning into a proper throw down. Time to bust out some of the special ju ju!

The teen leans forward and her body becomes a blur of dark motion, darting directly towards the slippery ninja. She reappears a moment later, standing directly infront of her reluctant dance partner, one fist already balled up and in motion. But instead of punching him, she lifts her booted foot and stamps it down at his probably less well-protected tootsie, attempting to pin the man in place.

/Then/ she punches him in the gut. Really hard.

COMBATSYS: Michael dodges Angel's Reppun Kamui EX.

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Angel            1/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0          Michael

[MICHAEL]
"Why would I buy you a drink?"

It seems that innuendo also is something that seemingly goes over Michael's head. However, he's not in a posistion to ask more questions. As Angel dashes forward, Michael's already backpeddling, managing to stay just a few steps ahead, even as she slams that foot down to pin his foot. The thud from boot on concrete is enough to make the dog yelp slightly.

"..Is.. Is this you being serious? I thought I was just supposed to entertain you?!"

Sighing loudly, Michael attempts to clear his mind and actually focus upon Angel. He should most likely stop playing around. She's already stabbed him with his own kunai. He resheathes his sword, exhaling loudly.

"I guess I'll get serious as well.."

COMBATSYS: Michael starts to pay attention.

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Angel            1/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0          Michael

[ANGEL]
Damnit but this guy is slippery. That move has caught more than it's fair share of people off guard, despite its simplicity. Who goes for a toe stomp as a serious attack? She really thought she'd get him with that one. Ofcourse, being surprised by what your opponent manages to pull of is half the fun of challenging random strangers on the street to a fight.

Well, she's got a few tricks up her own sleeve left to show off. Now that the reluctant American seems to be getting into it, it's a pretty good time to pull them out. It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that she's being 'serious', mostly because she's all but incapable of doing so. But she's certainly invested in pushing this guy's limits now that he's proven to be more than just a weirdo in a silly costume that makes awkward poses in public.

"Bout time, gringo, I was startin to get bored here!"

Angel drops back into her casual battle stance, still sporting that goofy grin of hers. The girl makes no immediate move to come at him again, though whether it's because she's wary of that sword of his or because she has something else planned isn't exactly obvious. She doesn't /look/ intimidated. Infact, she seems pretty eager for him to show off some more of that ninjitsu nonsense.

"Comon! Gimme your best shot! Right down the middle, sock it to me!"

She leans forward suddenly, placing her hands against her temples, index fingers extended like little horns. Wiggling them at Michael, she smirks and wiggles her hips at him, taunting the ninja with her apparent lack of concern for whatever he might be able to do.

"What's the matter? Just gonna sit back there and stare? Maybe you can't get enough of me, huh?"

COMBATSYS: Angel focuses on her next action.

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Angel            1/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0          Michael

[MICHAEL]
It's a miracle Michael doesn't start laughing the moment Angel starts making the bullhorn motions at him, and part of him thinks that she's just trying to throw him off. It won't work at all. He carefully places his left hand upon the hilt of his sword, slowly unsheathing it once more.

"Hey! Pity! Let's go!"

The moment the words leave his mouth, the dog is suddenly rushing forward, leaping at Angel to latch onto her jacket to hold her right in place. If the dog manages to do just that, Michael will follow-up with a swipe to the side with the flat of the blade!

COMBATSYS: Angel counters Rush Dog from Michael with Blue Monday Parade.

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Angel            0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1          Michael

[ANGEL]
Angel's not cruel enough to hit a dog... is she? Actually, she's a lot meaner than her happy-go-lucky personality would initially imply. You don't really last long as the assassin of a super villain organization if kicking puppies is off the table. Fortunately for Pity, her cruelty is typically reserved for people on the official hit list.

"Wh-hey, no fair!"

The teenager throws up her arm to intercept the furry beast's assault, apparently falling right into the trap laid by the underhanded ninja. The dog's teeth bury themselves into the supple leather, earning a grimace from Angel. Not because it hurts but because that's a collector's jacket, damnit! That better not leave any marks!

Angel struggles with her captor for a moment, seemingly pinned. However, when Michael moves in to exploit this opening the ruse is revealed for what it truly is. Whirling to the side, the girl neatly brings her leg up to catch the sword on her shin, pushing it aside with a deft flick. A moment later her free hand snaps out and fingers that seem to be made of steel snap shut around his throat, hoisting him off the ground with inhuman strength.

"Jyaaan~!"

Angel leaps in place, spinning both of her assailants up into the air as she flips over. Dog and owner both crash into the hard pavement as she plows the full force of her centrifugal slam into them, planting both onto their backs with a ruthless and jarring impact.

[MICHAEL]
As he slams into the ground, the yelp from the dog is almost enough to drive Michael into a rage. The smell of burning o-zone starts to permeate the air around him. Sparks of electricity start to jump around in the air around the combatants as the air starts to become just a bit more heavy.

"Don't. Hurt. My. Dog."

Swinging both arms away from the concrete towards Angel's stomach, two vividly blue discs of pure chi-infused electricity suddenly come to life, growing in size in the space between the two. Ripping his arms back, the discs are released into the air in an attempt to really give Angel a painful shock.

"PLASMA BLADE!"

COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Michael's Plasma Blade.

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Angel            0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1          Michael

[ANGEL]
"Maybe you shouldn't throw it at people then, buddy!"

Angel retorts cheekily, sticking her tongue out at the angry ninja. Seriously, if you're going to use a war animal, you'd best be prepared for it to get injured. Especially when you send it to maul some cute girl's designer jacket!

Having spent more than enough time around people who can do all sorts of weird things, and in particular around two different electricity users within NESTS roster, the teenager knows full well what the strange smell and sparks mean. Hopping back to her feet in a flash, Angel does something very strange. Instead of attempting to throw herself out of the way or put some distance between herself and the crackling ninjitsu, she leaps straight up into the air, getting a good five feet of air from a standing jump.

The blast of electricity hits her at the peak of the hop. Angel's arms cross over infront of herself, catching the pair of sparking discus on thick folded over sections of her jacket. The leather does a bit to dampen the shock but it's the fact that there is no ground connection through which the power might flow that really ruins its impact. A few thin spider-webs of static crackle across her skin and through her hair, but otherwise she looks hardly worse for wear.

"This is what you get for playing dirty! Eiyah!"

Falling back down to the earth now, Angel draws a fist back as she plummets, a broad grin plastered on her face. This is getting pretty fun now! But this guy clearly isn't much of a match for her. Only a rookie gets flustered that easily. Dropping like a comet from above, the cocky teen drives a simple but powerful punch down at Michael's midsection, using the extra speed and momentum from her fall to make it even more unpleasant.

COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Michael with Buggy and Coffin EX.

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Angel            0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1          Michael

[MICHAEL]
As the punch connects, Angel may feel the slight crackling feeling that snapping bones tends to give. A spray of blood tinted spittle flies out of Michael's mouth, the woman obviously having caused some pretty decent damage to his internal organs. He may want to consider seeing a doctor after this.. If he could only afford the medical fees.

Slowly he climbs to his feet, staggering back a few steps away from Angel. Breathing hurts, his stomach hurts. Hell, his dog most likely is hurting. This is just way to much for him to even comprehend. Why did he even agree to come to Japan in the first place? Because its his family legacy? Because he's bound by some crap-ass ancient promises by an insane ancestor?

"Pity.. Come 'er..."

Coughing loudly, Michael sprays the ground once more with scarlet colored spittle, dropping down to a knee to rest his hand on the head of the dog.

"You okay girl?"

He allows the hand to rest there for a few moments, trying to get his body back under control from the pain. His eyes turn back up to Angel, a look akin to hatred filling his eyes. She's right, he shouldn't bring an animal to a fight unless he's ready to see them hurt, yet its still something he has a hard time coming to grips with.

COMBATSYS: Michael takes a moment to pet his dog.

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Angel            0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1          Michael

[ANGEL]
Angel doesn't give immediate chase when the ninja retreats, allowing him to savor that moment of incredible unpleasantness that accompanies having the wind punched out of you. She doesn't seem particularly off-put by his apparent injuries either, her play time is always a little rough. Yep, she's definately got a mean streak.

However, since she's not actually been ordered to kill the guy, she's also not entirely without sympathy. Infact, she's usually pretty friendly to anyone not on the hit list. Plus, he's cheating by having a dog, /again/.

The teenager watches Michael have his little heartwarming moment with Pity, frowning slightly. Crap, she didn't hit him that hard, did she? It was only a couple of punches. And a kick or two. Maybe the choke slam was a bit much. The American's glare pretty much confirms that fun is not being had here by everyone. After a moment, she glances down at the ground and rubs the back of her neck, sighing heavily.

"Alright, alright, already. Enough with the guilt trip. Someone's gonna start singing 'In the Arms of an Angel' any minute now and I'm not ready for that level of sarcasm."

Well that soured the mood. Putting her hands on her hips, Angel walks casually over to the pair and bends down, eyeing the both of them for a moment. Then she smiles again, a genuine display of affection that seems softer than before, reaching out to pat each of them on the head.

"Guess I got a bit carried away there! I suppose that's enough fun for now. No hard feelings, nya?"

COMBATSYS: Angel takes no action.

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Angel            0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1          Michael

[MICHAEL]
As Angel moves to place her hand on his head, Michael violently smacks it away. The dog however doesn't seem to mind and gently licks the woman's wrist as she pats her. Dogs don't generally don't hold grudges. She knows what's expected of her, and she's tougher then most animals.

"Don't."

There's a slight tinge of acidity to the word as the young man slowly climbs to his feet. The smell of burning o-zone still permeates the air around him, as he struggles to keep himself under control. This is a fight Angel wanted, and now she's looking down on him because he's weak.

"Just.. don't. You wanted me to entertain you, right?"

Electricty arcs wildly across the ninjato, blasting away small bits of fatina from the aged blade. The bladed weapon is swung aggressively towards Angel, in a hope she'll back up.

"It'd be a shame to let it end here, won't it?"

COMBATSYS: Michael successfully hits Angel with Aggressive Strike.

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Angel            0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1          Michael

[ANGEL]
"What the-?!"

Genuinely caught off guard, Angel attempts to hop backwards to avoid the blade but it catches her squarely across the surface of her muscular abdomen, leaving a long shallow cut. Blood wells up from the injury almost immediately retracing the path of the sword as if some invisible brush were trailing in its wake but almost just as quickly the bleeding stops, clotted by the girl's super enhanced biology in record speed.

Peering down at her stomach in disbelief, the Mexican's expression slowly shifts from bewilderment to annoyance, her brows furrowing as she tosses a dirty look at the ninja.

"What the fuck, gringo?! I just said I was sorry. If you're gonna get so worked up over it, don't fucking use your dog to attack people! Believe it or not, most people aren't gonna sit there and let themselves be used as a chewtoy. So you can take that righteous indignation and shove it right back up your ass!"

The teen makes a rude gesture at the American, clearly no longer in the mood to be friendly. After glaring at him for a few seconds, she shifts her focus back down to the cut and rubs at it, wiping away a thick swab of the blood. Amazingly, the wound seems to have already started to heal, the two halves of the sliced apart flesh already having sealed over leaving a bright pink stripe to mark the site. Even that will be gone soon enough.

"Ugh. You're lucky I don't scar, punk. Piss off, before I really get angry."

COMBATSYS: Angel gains composure.

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Angel            0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1          Michael

[MICHAEL]
The sword is gently sheathed once more as Michael watches the rapid healing of Angel. Obviously there's a lot more to her then she's letting on, and this really throws him off even more. He's not even sure that this fight should even continue.

"You're right."

He lowers his head towards the woman, obviously feeling bad for allowing his anger to get the better of him and cloud his judgement and actions. He really shouldn't have done that, but he did. Now he needs to pay the price for it.

"Hit me."

The words are sincere, and there is no hint he's trying to trick Angel. No guard, nothing. He's standing there wide open and waiting for her to do her worst.

COMBATSYS: Michael just needs a moment...

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Angel            0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1          Michael

[ANGEL]
In polite society, this would be the point where two people having an arguement would cool off. Having been offered a free shot by their opponent, the other party would graciously decline and say everything is alright and that maybe both of them got a little carried away.

Fuck that noise.

Drawing her fist back, Angel takes a step forward and slugs the ninja right in the face without even a moment of hesistation, putting considerable force behind the strike. She doesn't go easy on him but nor does she aim to take his head off, making sure the blow will knock him on his ass without breaking his jaw.

COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Michael with Strong Punch.

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Angel            0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Michael

[MICHAEL]
The punch is enough to send the young man flying backwards, sending him tumbling across the ground like a beachball. Once he stops rolling, he lays on the ground for a few moments, only to wobbily climb to his feet, blood streaming from his nose.

"Thwat wub ah ghood one."

He reaches up with his left hand, gently wiping away the blood (while checking to make sure he didn't lose any teeth while he's at it), while extending out his right hand to Angel. Its obvious he's not able to entertain her anymore, having spoiled the mood with his outburst.

"Doe yew knhow where a.."

He wiggles his nose, wincing at the pain as he exhales violently, sending sprays of blood flying out.

"There we go... Do you know where a cheap doctor is? You.. broke a couple of ribs..."

COMBATSYS: Michael just needs a moment...

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Angel            0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Michael

[ANGEL]
Now that everything is back on a level playing field, Angel's anger melts away in the face of the ninja's contrition. She puts her hands on her hips, frowning, then sighs and walks over to give Michael's hand a firm shake.

"Yeah, hold still."

A small handkerchief is produced from her jacket pocket and she dabs at some of the blood that's been smeared on his face, wiping it it away so he doesn't /look/ like he just got punched in the face. Her touch is surprisingly gentle when she wants it to be and she gets him cleaned up pretty quick, assuming he doesn't fidget. Once she's satisified, the bloody cloth is tucked away again.

"Sorry about that," she offers, sounding apologetic despite her goofy grin. "Sometimes I forget my own strength."

A phone is produced this time, though where the hell she has the space to keep all these knicknacks in that outfit of hers is anyone's guess. With the casual familiarity that only a modern teenager can display, she thumbs through the touch screen's menus, bringing up a map of the area in the span of a few seconds.

"Looks like there's a clinic a few blocks away."

She gives Michael a side-long glance, smirking coyly.

"Need me to carry you there, tough guy?"

Log created on 11:09:51 05/24/2018 by Michael, and last modified on 14:38:37 05/28/2018.