Description: Objective: Bait a trap for the competition. Obstacle: A hard hitting bat. Alias: None. Summary: A lone Shadaloo enforcer has been targeting folks in the seedy underworld organizations. He's out after Blackjack members but the mercenary faction isn't going to let him get away with it if they can. The trap is set, and Jack takes the bait, but will the plan even need to be sprung?
Ayame excels at making three things. Weapons, Gizmos, and Enemies. Two of those specialties have factored in heavily in her participation in Blackjack's interesting Circle Arena beneath their newly established Casino. It's a weird job, but Ayame doesn't mind it much. It pays, at least.
Normally when not fighting in the Circle, she's up to mischief out and about. And this evening is no different. She hasn't had a fight for a few days now but that isn't accidental. She's been asked to do something else, a minor detour from her usual schedule. The girl isn't sure what to make of it, but she understands the goal and she does as she's told.
For the last few days she's been following a very predictable routine that doesn't change much at all. Sleep at the Casino hotel, then take off in the morning, following a very straight route out to a warehouse further on the outskirts of town. At the warehouse, she seems mostly alone, spending time tinkering on some devices. Highly modified PDAs loaded with encryption/decryption scripts, hacking software, and other modifications. And... after a few hours, she heads back to the Casino, once again following a very constant route. It would be pretty easy to predict where the girl would be at any given time of the day with such a routine schedule.
And now she's getting ready to leave that very warehouse and make the trip back to the Casino. It's a long walk, but she doesn't mind. She has no where better to be, after all. Locking the door behind her back, the long haired teen stretches her arms out at her sides and yawns.
Didn't take long for someone to catch on.
At least, Cracker Jack's got in the face of at least one Blackjack employee. Dented that face, from what he saw, pretty nicely too. But there were always more. And especially, there was one in certain whom might have gotten on Jack's bad side .. solely for existing. But even better, she was in BLACKJACK, including reasons on what he'll do to her.
And with her going back and forth, Cracker Jack would have, should have, figured it out it's some sort of trap!
Well hell nah. What he sees is a chick, and Cracker Jack's going to crack some eggs to get the message to that chick that it's NEXT. Although, it would be the egg that would ... well, you get it. C.Jack's been waiting at the warehouse again, much like the other one where he met Aislinn, before a new sound fills the air, after the clicking, and the yawn, comes heavy boots hitting cement.
"Wellll helllllo babe, good to see YOU again, hehehe." The steel against the cement comes next, C.Jack landing a bit to the side, sliding off the warehouse.
"Surprised to see me? Well, it's been a while, hasn't it, but I ain't forgotten about you. You and your beneficiaries ain't really the best people.. and you aren't getting off just because I got one 'o ya. You're next sweetheart."
The bat swings forwards, pointing at Ayame. "And I ain't lettin' you out without a fight."
COMBATSYS: Ayame has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: C.Jack has joined the fight here.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: C.Jack takes no action.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
And just when she was hoping for a quiet walk home too. The sound of boots against concrete earns Jack the small fighter's immediate attention as Ayame whirls around to face him directly, right hand coming up as if forming a somewhat loose defense just in case. "You."
He doesn't charge her immediately, which gives the kid a little bit of time to relax her guard, her hand lowering to rest at her hip lazily as she tosses her hair over her shoulder with a practiced shake of her head. "A little surprised, I suppose. I thought you'd have nothing new to say to me. After all, you already showed me why they call you... what was it... Cracker Jack? That got explained real clearly the last time I had the pleasure of your company."
Her left hand slips into a pouch affixed to her belt, slipping out a metal tube. "Too bad last time you didn't actually see me have to fight your opponent for you. So you don't exactly know what you're in for. You got a lucky hit when I wasn't expecting it, but I'm not that easy." She twirls the half-foot long metal tube idly in her left hand, leaning her head to the side a bit. "But I already saw how you fight, so I've got one up on you. And I'm not really interested in playing softball, so you might want to take this chance to just walk away before you regret your next action."
COMBATSYS: Ayame focuses on her next action.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
As Ayame whirls around, C.Jack smirks from under the hat covering his face. Why would he immediately charge? Gotta give the girl a chance to fight back, 'eh? But as she lowers her hand down, Cracker Jack shakes his shoulders a bit, rotating them around. He's going to need the rotation.
"Eh? Yeah, you get it explained pretty well. Too bad I ain't done with ya." He adds, as she just happens to stand there. As she slips out the metal tube, C.Jack watches as she leans her head to the side, and aims to ... Hahahahha. Cracker Jack's smirk turns into a grin, laughing. "Run away from a fight? Hah.. hooooboy, that's a good one, ya' know. I ain't one to simply leave it be .. and you know what, girl?"
Smirking, C.Jack slams the bat towards one of the left alone glass liquor bottles nearby most warehouses from bums. The glass shatters, spreading out as it launches towards Ayame, cracking and sending shards, sharp, towards her. "Babe... YOU DON'T KNOW JACK!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges C.Jack's Thrown Object.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
Glass shards go flying every which way as Jack takes a swing at the abandoned bottles. It's an interesting opening move, creating a shield of exploding, sharp, cutting objects out and around him, making it hard for one to spot a way to get an opening, but Ayame doesn't hold back. "All right then," she replies, steping forward and then leaping up into the air, avoiding the swath of incoming objects in time to make it over them.
"But you had your chance!" she exclaims, ending up against the wall up high, using her feet and right hand to push off from the wall and redirect herself toward the bat swinging Shadaloo enforcer. She comes down with a flurry of strikes - a kick aimed for his chest just be for landing, before swinging forward with a bare knuckled punch with her right that she tries to strike his jaw with, finishing with a hook punch with her left hand, the punch made more powerful by the heavy tube she's got in her fingers, trying to clobber him with the bar itself rather than her knuckles.
"If only you knew what I knew," the girl smirks mid-swing.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack fails to interrupt Medium Strike from Ayame with Medium Punch.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Ayame
As Ayame leaps out of the way, C.Jack watches as she pushes off the wall, directing herself towards him.. and as she swings forwards with a punch, then another hook punch, and then the tube, Cracker Jack doesn't want to take it all the way. It just ain't how it works.
And that's when he breaks out with a punch, right arm being brought backwards and being swung forwards... only nothing happens. Infact, C.Jack watches as he's punched twice before the hollowed out tube slams him backwards at the end.
Guess he shouldn't have given her that time to prepare, eh?
Either way, C.Jack's back on his feet in a few moments. "Y'know.. you got that time to get ready.. but you ain't gonna get any more time. All you're gonna get is pain, babe... so get ready." The hat? It's kept down.
Her strikes are swift, and while individually not packing a whole lot of power, they can add up in combination with each other. But Ayame doesn't let up. As Jack backs up, she slips that metal tube back into its pouch. "Saa... who knows?" Her smirk remains. "You think you're the first to try and get me back? This happens all the time - Normally I require that you wait in line. But just for you, old timer, I've decided to let you take cuts."
As she speaks, she slips her right hand down to the clasp of one of her belts - a large, loose belt that definitely isn't used for holding anything up as it rests at a lazy angle across her waist. No, it's used for choking people, as she intends to demonstrate!
Charging forward, the long haired teen slips the belt off, revealing it to be a two meter long leather whip. And then she lashes out low, trying to draw Jack's attention down before snaping it out for a second lash higher up - toward his neck, as she tries to wrap his throat up with the whip and yank it tight in an attempt to drive him down to the ground with the uncomfortable issue of having something wrapped around his neck.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Ayame with Soccer Ball Kick.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Ayame
As Ayame goes to try and choke C.Jack, C.Jack watches as she tries to wrap his throat up with the whip and yank it tight, driving him down. In an attempt to PREVENT such a thing, C.Jack extends a foot, pulling it backwards, before slamming it forwards, towards Ayame... things don't work so well, however, and he gets pulled down. Slightly choking.
Getting back up isn't hard, because C.Jack's not really having too many problems with the girl's output. Compared to what he's used to, this is like butterfly kisses.
"You ain't really going to think you got a chance, are ya? And beat me up, but I ain't done.. I'm planning to have some fun here.. and I don't care about your damn lines.. if I ain't up for a fight, I'd walk out of here, thinkin' you're so special, eh?"
Jack is down for a second, pulled forward by the choking whip. Ayame lets go of the weapon, letting him remove it from his neck as he pleases. It's served her well enough for now. Her hand goes to her pouch to pull the metal tube back out while the hat bearing assailant gets back to his feet. Tossing the weapon spinning straight up over her head, the weapon expands out into a full six-foot long bo staff which Ayame catches on its way back down.
Twirling the weapon once, she ends with it tucked under one arm, one end of it pointing forward at Cracker Jack right when he's finished getting back on his feet. "That's right, I remember now," she remarks, her mouth curling into a faint smile. "You're that guy that thinks fighting is all about having fun. That's what you said back then in that pit. I don't get people like you. Nothing fun about fighting... it's just a way of getting hurt."
She steps forward, slamming the staff out toward his side as she spins the end behind her out from under her arm to try and smack him, "But if you think getting hurt is fun..." She rebounds, turning her whole body around to smack him on the opposite side, "...I'm going to make sure..." and then finishes by leaping up a little and slamming the whole weapon down hard for the top of his HAT. "... you have a lot of fun!"
COMBATSYS: C.Jack blocks Ayame's Random Weapon.
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C.Jack 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Ayame
As Ayame slams the weapon down towards Jack's hat, the bat comes up, slamming against her pole, preventing the progress she hopes to make. Because of two reasons, really, and one of them happened to be because .... simply.. she insulted his lifestyle.
And because she finally tried hard enough to make it worthwhile. The shaking of the bat causes pain enough, beyond the way the pipe slides off the bat, against his fingers.
The second reason also happened to be because she aimed for his hat. "I think you're not getting into it enough either! Hehe.... well, you want me to have FUN, huh. You want to have a LOT of fun? THEN STAND RIGHT THERE!"
Grinning, C.Jack reverses his motions, the bat holding up the staff as his other hand erupts forwards towards Ayame. It's not a nice 'love touch'. Far from it. What it is.. is going to be far worse.
The fist erupts rather quickly, and Jack's motion is completely behind it. Aiming for Ayame's ribcage.
COMBATSYS: Ayame counters Final Punch from C.Jack with Bright Renewal.
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C.Jack 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
Oooo. His bat stops her staff, brushing off the three strike assault a bit more effectively than she was counting on. Pushed backward from his defense, the girl braces behind her titanium weapon, the shiny surface reflecting the orange light of the setting sun. He tells her to stand right there and her eyes widen a little...
But stand there she does, slipping into a flurry of action the moment he unleashes a punch aimed at taking a crack at her ribs, and maybe putting a couple cracks in them to boot. The strike doesn't get its chance though as her staff ends up being intersected in the path of his fist, giving Ayame a shot at defending herself rather than being crunched.
She slips backward with the force of the impact, spinning the weapon out to her side as she lets the strike miss hurting her, then spinning her body around completely in order to give Jack a bit of a thunk to his side. She can tell that individually her attacks aren't really doing a whole hell of a lot to him. But at the same time, if she can land... oh... a TON a hits, maybe that'll be enough to get him to back off.
"I told you when you got here that you really should think about this a lot harder," the girl states, brow furrowing. No, Ayame doesn't seem to be having fun. Getting smacked down outdoors isn't one of her favorite hobbies!
As she thunks Jack, to the side even, C.Jack ends up staggering a bit. Her attacks aren't doing too much, no, but she keeps making them add up. But at the same time, C.Jack isn't exactly a fool himself. "What, you think that I'm one for thinkin'? All I need are a few good shots, gal, and the way it's going .. I don't think you're going to outlast me before I get to them... Hehehe."
Cracking his arms and neck, the thunks are something aright.. but hey, he's gotten worse. And that's just how it'll go.
Taking out a bottle, C.Jack grabs it, before looking towards Ayame. "Well, if you're just gonna stand there.." Before he bites the top off and takes a drink... yeah, he keeps some around him. A breaks a break, and that's about it.
Water is truly the drink of champions. He even gives a thumbs up and grins afterwards.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack gains composure.
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C.Jack 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
"A few good shots, hn?" Ayame replies back, standing up straight and tapping her shoulder with her staff, mouth curled into a bit of a frown. He's probably right. She saw him and Remy going at it in the arena after all. There's no soft touching in Jack's techniques.
She's playing it cautious for a moment and he takes advantage of the moment to pop open a refreshing bottle of water to cool off with. Ayame smiles faintly as he gets his chance to drink, "Well... I didn't want to rush you too much. Could be too hard on your old body after all." She taps her shoulder with her staff a couple of times, looking patiently thoughtful.
But then she applies pressure to the center of her staff with her hand, tripping a hidden button there. From the top end of her staff three blades extend, sliding out then slipping into positions at ninety degrees from each other, forming a small, bladed cross. "Break time's over!" Ayame snaps, lowering the weapon down off her shoulder and swinging forward hard for his side before pulling the weapon back once then stabbing it forward a second time toward his chest, aiming to skewer him with the bladed end. If bludgeoning him isn't leaving a mark, maybe a good, solid chopping will!
COMBATSYS: C.Jack interrupts Fierce Strike from Ayame with Medium Kick.
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C.Jack 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Ayame
As she plays it cautious, perhaps, perhaps, she shouldn't have even tried not playing it incredibly cautious.. giving C.Jack time, and space, tends to end poorly. Which happens when she waits patiently. "The hell.. you think that this old body's weak? Far from it.. I'm still in my primes." He says, smirking, as she creates .. a bladed cross. Now that's something.
And as she lowers it down, swinging forwards hard for his side, stabbing it towards the chest well..
The bludgeoning was something, alright, but it seems he's just as ready to throw himself into the assault. Even with blades. As the slashing at his sides goes through, she isn't so lucky. "Heh... I'll just have to make you taste what you were missing!" Which involves slamming his foot forwards, not as hard as before, yet still somewhat hard .. towards her middle. It catches, and while she aims to skewer him, such doesn't follow through.
His strength is .. well, not killer, but certainly painful.
"Now .. you really think you got everythin' under control still?" He smirks at the blood she's drawn... "Eh, now you're learning!"
Her stabbing lunge is cut short by a foot up and striking her in the stomach. With her weapon extended, there's no chance of defending herself from the impact in time. The kick lands with enough force to cause her to gasp, folding forward as she crumples from the strike, mouth opening as the air escapes her lungs.
Catching herself with her right hand against her knee, the girl straightens up, backing up several steps, no longer seeming to feel so confident in at close range against Jack. Bringing her right hand up, she wipes her mouth then checks for blood. None yet. But that hurt. "Well," she gasps, tucking her staff under her arm, freeing up her left hand to reach over to her right forearm and draw back the cloth wrapping her arm. "That didn't hurt too bad," she asserts, trying to remain calm. The cloth folded back reveals a small crossbow, its 'swings' expanding now that it is no longer covered up. "But that was your one shot. Hope you enjoyed it."
Aiming her right arm toward Jack, the girl squints on eye closed, lining up the shot, before she presses the small trigger hidden in her right palm. With a small whistle, the single crossbow dart contained by the weapon goes hurtling forward, aiming to strike Jack in the chest. It's a small bolt, hardly dangerous and wouldn't even hurt too bad. But it is laced with a small dosage of nerve poisoning... and if it gets into his blood, it might slow him down for just a moment.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack fails to slow Thrown Object from Ayame with Large Thrown Object.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Ayame
As the girl squints, lining up the shot, before firing it at him. C.Jack looks on. "What the hell are you tryin'." He exclaims, before the bolt comes close. C.Jack looks at it, and in an attempt to prevent it, takes the bat and swings it, hard, towards something nearby.
The building doesn't bend as much as he expects, however, and there's no loss of foundation as he aimed to slam a chunk towards the girl. Well. That didn't work too well.
In the end, the bolt slams into him, and the 'nerve poison'... yeah, that isn't too bad either. "Heh.. whatever the hell you're puttin' on those things couldn't slow a bull, much less me .. now lets get it over with before I fall asleep!.. You're takin' care of me, sure... but old or not, I ain't done yet!"
Its single bolt fired, the mini-crossbow collapses back down to be rather narrow so that it doesn't pose a risk of getting in the way. She isn't sure what he was going for with the smack to the building. Don't take this out on the poor innocent building!! But she does know he got struck by the dart and it doesn't really seem to have affected him much. "Che," the girl mutters. She's used to beating on the squirrelly things she's been fighting lately that crumple after a couple of strikes.
"You're kind of bull headed though, so I thought maybe a tranq dart would do the trick," she grins, replacing her annoyed expression with an amused one. The blades on the end of her staff retract, sliding back into the hollow metal tube. It's easier for her to do certain techniques without the blades getting in the way.
But while she can fight effectively from almost any range, the girl decides to chance going back in closer. Maybe she thinks she can keep up with him just fine there. Or maybe she's planning something... Either way, Ayame darts forward, swinging out for the staff early in an attempt to get Jack to focus on it... before spinning her body around and flinging out a swift kick aimed for his stomach while her staff comes up to rest on her shoulder mid-spin.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack endures Ayame's Light Kick.
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C.Jack 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Ayame
As Ayame claims Jack is bull headed, she doesn't know the half of it. Whatever Ayame is planning, C.Jack doesn't seem to notice, or care, as she darts forwards, swinging out for the staff and he does indeed focus upon it .. and then her body spins about, a swift kick slamming for his stomach.. and he's ready for it.
Because he moves into the kick, kicking off the ground as he rushes towards Ayame.. "Eh... maybe it would, but you're thinkin' I'm just another bull.." He tells her, before attempting to simply work into her movements.
The bat swings low, and quick, as C.Jack's grip upon it is renewed, slamming upwards to send her flying. It's not all that much at this rate.. but then, if she's struck, it's going to hurt .. especially since C.Jack aims to leap up after her, and then SLAM HER straight down, a chokehold helping her path to the ground!
"Well, how about it... we'll get this out of the way!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame endures C.Jack's Power Hunter.
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C.Jack 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Ayame
Fragile fighter as she may be, Ayame is able to think things through in a give and take sense. Sometimes... sometimes one has to get hurt to sink the hits that /matter/, and that's what this moment is all about. Jack moves in close, slipping in tight while she's still spinning around. She hadn't expected that he'd be so quick, but it doesn't change things at all.
His bat cracks into her side, knocking the lightweight clean off her feet. This... well, this changes things, she has the wherewithall to consider as she's smacked upward. But she still has to try. Gritting her teeth, the girl channels her strength into her staff as she falls back down toward the ground, the weapon exploding into a bright, vibrant red color.
And then Jack is there, gripping her neck and helping the hapless teen back down with a handy choke to the neck. But that means he's close. Which is what she was hoping for. Her back smacks into the ground but her staff is charged now and without even taking the time to get up, she spins the weapon once and then slams it out, allowing all the energy in it to discharge in one massive burst at pretty close range. It's a gamble, but such a massive swath of energy at point blank range can be a really difficult thing to deal with!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits C.Jack with Final Sunset.
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C.Jack 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Ayame
As she fires off that massive burst at close range, it's too fast to prevent. C.Jack's launched backwards.. and boy, he's not feeling too good. But at the same time, to call him out of any fight.. is just a bit silly.
The blast discharges, and blown backwards, C.Jack's hat is to the side, still over his eyes, but frayed. "You know .. you coulda tried to actually finish me .. heh." Cracking his neck, and then his knuckles, C.Jack begins a slow walk after the blast subsides. Straight towards Ayame.
He's pained, of course, but in the end, he's aiming to make her .. so much more. "You can't run away now kid .. you're mine." The slow walk continues, energy searring across him. He's going to end this.
And it's not going to be pretty. Every muscle is tense.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack focuses on his next action.
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C.Jack 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Ayame
The blast that knocks him back gives Ayame time to roll up to her feet, the red chi in her staff cooling, dimming as she stops channeling power into it. That took a lot out of her to do. And, yes, she was clearly hoping that would put Jack down for the count. No such luck though as he begins to stalk toward her. She doesn't like that look in his eyes. "What's the matter, not having fun?" she can't help but snap out as she takes a step backward.
Power builds up around him and she can tell he's tensing up to deliver something that's going to break her. She remembers well when he caught her off guard at the Arena. That was not a good time. Maybe she can get him to take off. "You know," the girl states, taking another step back. "I can call for help."
Her right hand slips beneath her left wrist guard, coming out with two small throwing knives between her fingers. "And then you'll be in trouble. I know about what you did to Aislinn. You think that's going to be allowed to slide?" Another step backward. "You've been making a lot of enemies lately. It's going to catch up with you." She knows about that from first hand experience a little bit.
The talking is to distract too, of course, as she unloads one of the throwing knives through the air, aiming to stick Jack in his batting arm. The second one is right behind it, almost hidden by the first one if one weren't careful in watching for it, aiming more toward sinking into one of his biceps.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack fails to interrupt Sudden Fling from Ayame with Home Run Hero.
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As Ayame makes it obvious, C.Jack looks towards her, as she tosses a throwing knife through the air, aiming for his batting arm, C.Jack aims to rush forwards.. but in his walk.. the knife slams into his arm, and as he looks towards it an Ayame, his attempt, everything, his burst of power.. is just lost.
"Sure.. you can go for help.. but it's not as if I wouldn't fight everyone I was coming for." He responds to her.. before looking to her. "You win this time.. but I ain't gonna be forgetting this .. next time, I ain't going to let you slide."
His actions don't matter if he can't move his arm.
He's aiming to simply walk away, having been struck even before he could go for his actions. Next time, he'll just rush towards her and trample her underfoot.. poking him was far from his interrest.
Aiming for his arm was the smart money. Last time he clobbered her with that bat of his. Keep him from being able to unleash a bat-imbued assault and she can get out of this without having her ribs crushed in like he did to her last time. And her aim pulls her through on this one, the hat-equipped Shadaloo enforcer realizing his ability to smush her into paste has been drastically reduced when the blades sink in.
He reveals himself to be quite the berserker though as even the threat of backup isn't going to turn him away and Ayame grunts. It's one thing to talk like that, but to back it up with action? "Hn..." He concedes that on this occasion, at least, he isn't going to be able to get the satisfaction of metting out his vendetta and the long haired teen relaxes a little, right hand coming down to rest at her hip as she leans her head to the side.
"Saa... You mean I'm going to have to see your ugly mug again sometime? We can't keep meeting like this. People will start rumors - might say we have some kind of thing going and that'd be pretty messed up." The girl collapses her staff back to a small metal tube and twirls it idly in her left hand. She makes no move to stop him from leaving. She got crunched a couple times, he got poked and bashed a couple times. Hey, sounds like a great place to part ways to her.
But that doesn't mean she can keep her mouth shut. Her weapon acts as a baton as the girl begins to scoot back and forth idly, shuffling her feet and waving her hands, slipping into a little dance of amusement at having scrapped by without getting smashed.
"...o/~ Hey! You ugly! o/~ I saw you walking down the street just the other day... I didn't see your damage from that far away... I should've got a clue when the kids started screaming... You walked up to me with your buck teethe a gleaming... Your hair was all frizzy and your face was a mess...o/~"
Her little serenade cuts out abruptly as the girl's hand comes up to her ear, her expression becoming a wince as she cowers a little, "Ja, ja, sorry Elle, I forgot the mic was on..." Sighing, Ayame's shoulders slump and her hand rubs her side where Jack's bat impacted her, provoking a little hiss of pain. Ah well, just another day on the job. With Jack having moved on, she'll have to wonder if he'll show again sometime. Hopefully she'll be ready then. "Can I get a ride back, at least?" she asks into the mic as she heads the opposite way from the Enforcer to beat it back toward the Casino.
COMBATSYS: Ayame takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: C.Jack has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:45:23 12/29/2007 by Ayame, and last modified on 23:42:27 12/29/2007.