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Description: Katsuro has heard rumours of a leopard being spotted on the school premises at night and is determined to investigate. Armed with a camera and his sword, he manages to track down Shina. However, it seems like the shifter has no intention of letting her secret be discovered.

There's been leopard sightings at school, of all things?!

Such rumors are easy to dismiss. And most people do, naturally. Why would a wild animal not even native to Japan be wandering around inside the school, afterall? So, clearly, someone needs to investigate these rumors, and find out the truth behind them!

Enter the head reporter of the school newspaper, Katsuro. Dressed up in the school uniform - dark-blue blazer jacket over a white dress shirt and red tie - with a camera hung by it's strap from his neck, the young man with a glorious mane of wild hair stalks his way through the school halls, with a bit too eager of a glint in the eye not concealed by his hair.

(Editor's note: Katsuro isn't actually young enough to really pass easily for a high schooler, but the actors playing highschoolers on tv usually are older than their characters anyway, right?)

Most claims seemed to indicate that the supposed leopard only showed up during the late evening. Even if it didn't, this seemed like the best time to come investigate, regardless... if only so that fewer people would get in the way. Easier to pin down suspicious noises and smells if there's no crowds of people adding further distractions in here.

"Come on, kitty, kitty... You're around here somewhere, right...?"

Well, he seems to have belief in the rumors already.

There is indeed a wild animal foreign to Japan stalking the grounds of Justice High. Snuck among the student body, stalking as a wild predatory force. A figure moving with strength and a threat even to the student body of a place like Justice.

This beast. . . is a Frenchwoman.

She's also a wereleopard, of a sort. But the two types of foreign, national and beast, has not done much to make her stand out too much among Justice High when she needs to go stealth. Compared to the hunter currently stalking her, she is far closer to the age of the student body. She could blend in as a tall, tough blonde student if she chose to wear a uniform lifted off one of the legitimate students. However, she hasn't. Rather she's been skulking the grounds in a blazer and skirt similar to, but not fully accurate. She acquired this one legally, and she only needed it to cover from a distance.

The reason for this whole charade is part of her ultimate goal in Southtown lately; finding out the fingers that Mother Hanbo has around Southtown. And she's heard tell of a member of the student body that has been dealing with the Darkstalker tied yakuza. But Shina doesn't have the whole picture yet, and she has been stalking to figure out the name and identity of this person.

Altogether, she hasn't been one to consider someone has been hunting her down in turn.

Another night of searching, and as evening has dawned, Shina leaps a section of the wall in her human shape. Landing with a simple thump on the far side. There she stands up and dusts off the annoying pleated skirt she has to wear at a place like this. Another night, another take to the hunt.

The other hunter's senses pick up significantly more than other peoples' do-- but even then, the sound he picks up from just inside the school is faint. Barely audible to even him. But it's enough to guide him.

With only a vague direction, it takes a while before he picks up the 'scent' again. But ultimately, he does find--

...A schoolgirl? But wait, there's something off about her uniform. It's not *quite* right, is it?

"Yo-hooo," the man calls out, one hand idly clutching at the camera and the other raised up to give an exaggerated finger-wiggling of a wave at the woman.

"You tryin' to sneak in and steal test answers or somethin'?" He calls out in askance of her, with a faint hint of an osakan accent behind his words. Nevermind that it's much too early in the school year to even think about exams yet.

Caught! Of course, maybe jumping the fence wasn't the best way to enter a facility stealthily. However, Shina was never raised to be a particularly stealthy warrior. She fought, not deceived. Well, not deceived in ways that didn't involve her fuzzier side. She probably should have expected this kind of thing to happen.

But still she stands, crossing her arms and looking at this man with wild hair that's called her out. "Oui," she says. "I'm just here to get some answers for a test." Part of her finds that a dramatic and clever way to answer things since it is technically true though not intended. However, despite her generally speaking Japanese, the fact she is a foreigner is not well hidden in her accent. And in the fact she instinctively answered off-handedly in French.

She was a beast on the battlefield, but not a spy, indeed.

"Are you going to stop me from finding my answers? I've heard the students here are tough, but I do not think they are so tough as that." She asks, looking at the man, wondering if he's a student or a teacher. Sometimes. . .sometimes that has proven difficult in Southtown.

"Hooo, is that right?" Katsuro chimes, with an idle little smile tugging at his lips. He pads forward, closer to her-- but not directly to her. Circling around a reasonable perimeter about her, instead, but never letting an amber eye veery away from her.

"You wouldn't happen to be lying to me, would you, Transfer Student-chan?"

Is he going to stop her, though?

"Who knoooows..."

Right after that non-specific response, he suddenly turns and brings up the camera--


The in-built flash in the little device lights up the yard for a split second, before the man lowers it again to look at the picture of Shina loaded up within the digital screen.

"I guess it would be bad if someone saw this? Mmm, what to do, what to do..."

Not lying, not technically. She is looking for some answers. Just not ones related to geometry or physics. Though, given the applicability, maybe physics would be involved.

Shina reaches up to loosen the little scarf she has around her shirt. The whole of it is a bit of an affair, she thinks, and not nearly as practical as her usual outfit. Probably looks dumb, too. But she'd have to ask Meifeng or Tarmo about that. More Meifeng, she seemed like the kind to know fashion for fashion sake.

The drifting attention comes back when the little flash lights up and Shina's eyes go bright in the light. A snarl bubbling up behind her lips. "It would make this sort of thing difficult," she admits, slowly, through her teeth.

"Are you saying now that you wish for a fight?" she asks, shifting her stance to a more aggressive posture. "Because that is something I am more than willing to give you if you do not give me that phone."

What irony it would be if Meifeng found out about this particular encounter, then. It would probably end up being Not Great for Katsuro. But he's too ignorant of some facts right now to worry too much.

"Oooo, Transfer Student-chan is *fierce*, huh?" he chimes, flashing his teeth in a wide grin at the frenchwoman while he peers at her through the viewfinder. "Though I'm startin' to think ya might not be one at all, mmm? I wonder 'bout that..."

The device is lowered, letting Shina see his amber gaze again -- and the nearly-beastial glint within the lidded eye. "That reaction tells me a lot if you're not, though... I wonder... Are ya who I was lookin' for?"

THe phone's lowered, and defiantly slipped into the hidden depths of his jacket, before he spreads his arms out.

"Even if ya ain't, the night's been *way* too quiet. I'm down if ya are."

"Don't I look like one of your students?" Shina asks. She knows she doesn't, but it feels right to at least ask as she shrugs off the reality her disguise was not the most capably designed.

Shina shakes her head. "Screw it! I'm not a snake, sneaking around isn't my thing," she declares. And with a taunting crack of her knuckles, she points at Katsuro. "I heard this school was tough. Don't let me down!"

COMBATSYS: Shina has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Katsuro has joined the fight here.

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Katsuro          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Shina

Somehow, Katsuro's grin grows even wider. And maniacal, at that.

"Haha! That's the spirit, Intruder-chan!" Oh, we're switching from Transfer Student now? Still with the unwarranted familiar honorific, though.

"Let's see what you got if you ain't a snake then!" Without further warning, he's ducked down, sped across the ground left between him and Shina, the unbuttoned blazer jacket fluttering behind him from the speed. He doesn't come straight for her -- just slightly to the side before he leaps, spinning along his own horizontal axis to send a wide, sweeping kick at her as he passes by. Even aiming to plant that kicking foot at her to push himself into a backward flip to send her further back away from her afterwards again. "Let's goooo!!!"

COMBATSYS: Shina blocks Katsuro's Evasive Strike.

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Katsuro          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Shina

Finally! Just stalking around the school was tiresome and boring. No insight, no information, just a bunch of slightly weird and shady students way too into their own self improvement. Sure, Shina's gone through a lot to be worthwhile in her father's eyes, and to be able to stand against other warriors, but this place was a school.

And this was the kind of thing that her father wanted her to do with her life? Sitting and listening to lectures all day? Yawn.

Here, though, was a fight! But one, she reminds herself, she can't go out on. Not yet.

She tucks in and though smaller Shina proves a dense and solid platform for Katsuro to kick off of. But it looks like such a cracking hit did little more than put a fire in the young woman's eyes.

She surges after the flipping man, hurling herself toward him. Closing in, she kicks up into the air. A tightly tucked flight sees the heels of her school shoes crackling with a violet lightning. Both legs kick out in tandem and with a thundering boom of lightning flashing. The young "Fighting Marvel" aims to boot her assailant out of the sky with one fell kick.

COMBATSYS: Katsuro parries Shina's Double Leg Missile!

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Katsuro          0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0            Shina

"Sturdy girl, huh?" Katsuro manages to let out with an all-too-joyful laughter while he's still in the air. And he flips around his full revolution while still up there, to find himself seeing--

Her leaping right at him.

"--And quick?!"

He *almost* lets himself look shocked by this. But in the end, he's more pleased by this measure of resistance than anything else, really. And with another flash of something utterly wicked in his eye, he suddenly sweeps both his arms in a quick, violent motion to force his body flipping the other way again in mid-air -- and landing his hands atop each of Shina's shins, precariously close to the lightning, to use her own attacking limbs as a pivot point to get him over her assault.

But he's not done with just that. One hand lets go to smack a sudden backhanded strike for Shina's face, before the one still holding on would pull to maneuver him a bit to the side and send him spinning -- both legs windmilling at her in some bizarre aerial breakdance-like maneuver, before the two of them can fully seperate and finally get themselves back on the solid ground down below.

Is he a fighter or an acrobat??

COMBATSYS: Shina interrupts Howling Hound EX from Katsuro with Trap Leg Through.

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Katsuro          0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0            Shina

Acrobat? Fighter? The terms are far from exclusive from one another in the world of fighting. Even the biggest and slowest are capable of an athletic showcase that would put most normal people to shame. But what Katsuro is capable of is astounding. Such a degree of control and fluidity in combat.

But one that Shina shows she is just as capable of matching. Katsuro's strike comes down, hitting, keeping him going, but he swiftly finds his arm wrapped up in Shina's grip. Her weight pulls him off his spin. And she kicks her feet out aside to counter. The aerial dance sees the two fighters pinwheel around over the grass of Justice High's lawn.

Pirouetting, the two twist, but Shina takes the top for a moment. Her legs scissor around Katsuro's head and with a violent twist, she directs momentum downward, crashing her and Katsuro to the ground with a crash.

Katsuro is kind of on the smug side, as far as personalities go. Hell, as his body twisted and flowed along Shina's in the air, he felt all too proud of himself for managing it, too, content that he was about to smack his shoe into her face--

Or at least he was *supposed* to. Instead, before he could get his body spinning properly, he feels a pressure on his arm.


The previous aerial control is lost, and the scales quickly tip in Shina's favor. He tries to wrest himself free from her hold while they're still spinning, but the cold, cruel soil of the schoolyard meets them before he has a chance to evne properly attempt it.


Down to the groudn head-first, sent there by the legs wrapped about his head, Katsuro's body slumps down momentarily. "Bluuuurgh..."

But he still manages a defiantly wicked look to be peeked at her.

"Sh-... should ya be wearin' a skirt for somethin' like this, Intruder-chan?"

In a sudden burst of motion, the man kip-ups back onto his feet. No stopping yet for him, apparently. He's quick to close in on her again after that grappling maneuver from her, and send a fierce right hook at her--

But it's just to bait her guard, as it turns out. For his fist opens up right at the last second in time with his feet kicking him up off the ground, grabbing at her arm to both push it away and to use it as a pivot point to send him into an aerial roundhouse kick aimed for the side of her head!

COMBATSYS: Katsuro successfully hits Shina with Tricky Hound.

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Katsuro          0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0            Shina

Close in, grappling, Shina's got herself too close to count. She tries to duck, to dip her way out of the strike and clear herself away from the sharp kick. A swinging strike clocks Shina upside the head. And that seems plenty able to push the woman away and give Katsuro a touch of safe haven.

Head ringing, teeth sharpening, the leopard within Shina holds itself at bay as the woman rubs the reddening side of her face. This guy said something about skirts. She narrows her eyes. "A fight's a fight," she says, scoffing, "Who cares what someone wears?"

A crackling of lightning glows once more when she focuses her attention on Katsuro. "You're quick. But just how fast do you think you really are?" she asks. And with that, she lunges for Katsuro.

Her approach is a quick shoot for Katsuro's hips. A spinning shoot where she grabs for the man's waist. Aiming to hoist him up into the air and suplex him down hard on the ground.

But it's all a flow of motion, a singular rush of herself, and even if she cannot lift the man up into the air, she's still shifting herself quickly to scramble and kick off the back of Katsuro's head to throw herself into a safe distance from her opponent.

COMBATSYS: Shina blitzes into action and acts again!

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Katsuro          0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0            Shina

COMBATSYS: Katsuro dodges Shina's Toughness Driver.

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Katsuro          0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0            Shina

COMBATSYS: Katsuro blocks Shina's Scramble Snatch.

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Katsuro          1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1            Shina

"Not concerned someone might see under with all that flippin' and such, huh?" Katsuro responds, perhaps just a bit taunting in his tone. He seems happy enough with himself to do say that much, after the kick found purchase on her.

Something seems... off now, though. Katsuro's nostrils flare out for a second, taking in a scent of... something. Whatever it is, it causes that maniacal smile to disappear for the moment, and him to scowl at her. "You...?"

Whatever's distracting ihm, it keeps him from responding to the verbal challenge. But not enough for him to stop responding to the sudden lunge at him.

"Whoa whoa whoa there!"

The man suddenly leaps straight up, in a crane-like stance with his arms spread out to either side -- just enough forward momentum to ensure he lands on the other side of the woman instead of getting caught by her.

"Haha! Is that fast eno-AH?!"

But she is *really fast*. He doesn't even have time to land down before she's already leveling the kick at him. It's only a split second of motion that succeeds in getting him to bracing one arm up in the way. The foot doesn't stamp into his face, but it bruises deep into his limb instead -- and still gives her enough of a supporting point to let her leap away.

"...Gghh.. I can *smell* you, Intruder-chan," he rumbles then, shaking his arm to try to wave off the pain left behind. "I don't know what it is, but I can *smell* it in you..."

His left hand reaches off to the side, fingers extended out as if he's trying to reach for something invisible. "But I got a secret too, ya know."

Red energy gathers around his arm, taking the shape of tendrils with a texture awfully similiar to that of blood. They spin through the air, taking shape past his hand -- and suddenly, with a flash of red light and his fingers clutching in, a japanese sword is suddenly there, held by it's scabbard just below the sword's handguard in his hand.

And now he's grinning again. Like an utter madman.

"Ya didn't really think someone like me was a teacher here? Come on-- let's dance then!!"

The man's right hand snaps to pull the sword out in a quick, smooth motion, and he's charging in at her. The sword swinging in a quick downward slash from above at her -- more as a prodding strike than anything, one meant to clear room for him to suddenly leap into a front flip. A flip that guides the heel of his foot towards her shoulder, and if it finds purchase, used to pivot him further in, flipping a second time over to get above and past her. And while still upside down in the air, slash his sword cruelly across the woman's back.

COMBATSYS: Shina blocks Katsuro's Vaulting Hound.

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Katsuro          1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1            Shina

Shina is soon finding that this guy is something a bit more capable than she figured. She'd been sloppy and direct, overconfident in her ability, and went in expecting to just tool on a faculty member or two if she was ever directly confronted. Not to really hurt them, but to just put them down for a bit before she moved on.

But this guy was weird, talking about smells, and worse, using a gaddamn sword!

The slash cuts, a rend at her back, spltting the back of her uniform coat and starting a growing red stain. She rolls forward, away from the cutting edge. Rolling to a low crouch and hissing through her teeth.

She feels the thin claws wanting to split through her fingertips. The pulsing muscle under he skin on the verge of bursting out in a fury of fur and fang. But still, she's stealthy, she has to keep her time. She needs to catch her breath.

"Who cares if a guy like you looks? Weirdo. Aren't you here to fight?" She calls out, it's lame and limping as far as banter goes, but she has to fill the air in the moment with something. Something to do before she rolls backward, stepping a few paces before whirling around and swinging a crashing haymaker down for the top of Katsuro's head.

COMBATSYS: Katsuro dodges Shina's Fierce Strike.

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Katsuro          1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1            Shina

"What do you think?" Katsuro asks in counter of her -- right before ducking and turning into a spinning step to the side to carry himself away from the trajectory of Shina's haymaker. "Gonna need more than that! Come on! I can tell you can do better than that!!"

The sword is spun around in his hand, with just the hint of blood left over at the very tip of it -- and that blood suddenly bursts off of the metal, splitting into several little tendrils surrounding the blade. All this happens while Katsuro is leaping after Shina -- right past he -- circling around her in quick, lightning-fast steps accompanied both prodding slashes of his sword and spikes from the tendrils of energy.

"Come on, come on, come on!!!"

COMBATSYS: Katsuro successfully hits Shina with Running Hound.

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Katsuro          1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1            Shina

Slicing cutting, piercing. Tendrils lance from the blade. The woman in the makeshift school uniform darts one way, then another, low, moving quickly. Not fast enough, however. The cuts strike, slice, wound. Blood rivulets roll down her skin, staining the blouse and blazer. The clothing torn by the rending energy.

Faced with the rushing force, Shina throws herself bodily at her opponent. A surging charge. Her right hand cocking back, cracking with violent violet lightning. A flashing, powerful punch to blow back her opponent, to put herself onto the aggressive front. Meet the skill of her opponent with her own fierce power.

COMBATSYS: Katsuro fails to interrupt Assault Blow from Shina with Rolling Hound.

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Katsuro          1/--=====/=======|=======\======-\1            Shina

"Gyahahaha! What's wrong, Intruder-chan?" Katsuro taunts the frenchwoman while he continues his rapid leaping and slicing around her, like in some kind of psychotic, violent dance. He was fast without the sword, and with the sword, he seems like a whirlwind almost. A whirlwind of pure violence that refuses to let up.

"You not fast enough afterall?! Was all that posturing for no-"


There's a pretty simple way to shut his loud mouth, as it turns out. Shina's fist, with lightning crackling through it, slams square into the man's face. He expected her to retreat or make some other evasive action. He didn't expect her to just straight up throw herself at him-- and much less throw herself at him with such speed that even his lightning-fast slashes didn't catch her.


Katsuro's body is sent flying back, all limbs flailing like he was reduced into the natural state of a ragdoll up until he ends up bouncing off the ground and into a roll.

"Bugh... ghagh..." He's quick to recover up to one foot and knee afterwards, at least, but... his nose and probably a cheekbone have been completely cracked by the force of her blow, blood flowing copiously from both of his nostrils while he's stabbing his sword into the groudn to use as a supporting post. "Th-... that a-a-all you got...?" The taunt probably sounds less convincing now.

Shina pants, head hanging, arm still out and her fist still smoking in the aftermath of the powered up punch. She slowly slips back up to a full stance and shakes off that smoldering hand. She takes one more deep inhalation and drops her hand to her side, the other settling on a cocked hip.

"Not even close," she exhales through her pained exhaustion. The truth of the statement is debatable in the way she hangs even as she stands there at the ready. "You're really starting to piss me off with that sword shit. You really want to see the claws out? Then let's do this."

She steps forward, one step, her body tenses, and then she bursts forward. Her body tears itself open as she bares down on Katsuro. Hands explode into razor sharp claws. Musculature bulking, limbs stretching, a feline countenance pushing outward to the cold eyes of a predator, fangs and fur lashing out.

The lightning strikes, surrounding the beast woman as she lashes by. Crackling slashes of claws, she lances toward Katsuro. Cutting this way and that, rolling around and ripping, tearing at the man. She brings a whirlwind of electric claws and fangs crashing down upon the camera man.

COMBATSYS: Shina successfully hits Katsuro with Tornado Blast.

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Katsuro          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0            Shina

The scabbard left in Katsuro's other hand falls to the ground before he manages to push himself up to both of his feet. Unsteady, uneven feet.

And yet, through a bloody mask, he just... *grins* at Shina, still, in answer to her.

"Hell yeah I do..."

He looks almost *ecstatic* when that change happens too. "That's it..." He practically purrs out. "I was worried I was wrong, so I was holdin' back...!" Wether that truly makes a difference for the end result or not, it was still a foolish thing for him to do. For by now his body is all too worn down to put up a proper defense when the Were-Leopard lunges in. Katsuro's feet no longer move quite right, and it's all he can do to brace his body to the point of merely recoiling back instead of fully getting knocked over when lightning-infused claws or fangs come swiping in.

"Ghhh... ghuh... good... you're... really good...!" The manic man admits... but then, something darker takes hold of his gaze.

"Shoulda... gone all balls out for you... at the very least then..." The sword, previously held with just one hand, is suddenly gripped with both of his hands, his stance steadily adjusting to a more formal Kendo posture even while the whirlwind that is Shina rages around him and cuts new gashes across his body. "A parting gift... for you..."

He steps in suddenly -- and makes one quick swipe for her. Even if it hits, it's not going to be deep. Just a nick of the tip of his blade across her arm at best... but enough to draw blood, if it does, while a glow shines across the blade. A glow that extends to the trail of blood left behind, curiously extended in complete defiance of gravity and all other laws of physics, as it remains there connecting his sword to the potentially-created wound there. A dangerous detonation line - or an injection path - that would send a dangerous pulse of blood magic straight into the wereleopard's veins, to disturb blood flow within and rupture blood vessels. If not something even worse...

But regardless, even if Katsuro manages to get such a cut in and initiate the defiant spell, him stepping in to make the required swipe results in him practically going right face-first into another violent strike from her. So wether or not his last effort is successful or not -- that last strike sends him flying across the school yard, all the way to the fence Shina had scaled moments earlier, crashing into it before slumpind down helplessly onto the ground, unconscious.

COMBATSYS: Katsuro can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Shina blocks Katsuro's Unstable Blood.

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Cold blade slides across exposed fur. A thin line opens. A trail of red hangs in the night air, suspended in that frozen feeling of tension. As bestial woman, face cold and predatory, inscrutible in its animalistic frame, races past with lightning at her fingertips, the man's blade opens a direct thread.

Arcane glow shines, magic sparking and popping and flaring. It reaches the Leopard as she slides to a stop. Her paws dug lines in the ground. The magic reaches her, and she swipes a claw through the air. The blood line break, splattering to the ground. A hissing pain in that cut a reminder, a sign of far worse had Shina not severed the connection. St. Elmo's fire dances at her claw tips where she cut the line.

Animal eyes look over her shoulder as the leopard woman stands up to a taller height, but a very human posture. She turns about and takes steady strides to the fence. A tail behind her sways opposite her hip, balancing her on her toes, each moment of motion holding back a crashing wave of pain throughout her body.

She stops by her fallen opponent. A growl builds in her chest. She looks around, tail twitching furiously as she hunts for new prey. After tonight, she can't hang around for a new probably threat. Her quarry must know she's here now. She just has to make good on an escape.

But she needs on more thing.

She crouches, pokes the man with a claw. When it is clear he won't retalliate, she searches him, digs out his phone, and looks at it. Cupped in a heavy paw of a hand, Shina pads at the phone. That not working, she pulls herself down to human form. Clothes cut and torn and stretched past use, she realizes now that the thing is likely locked. So she takes the phone, with her picture, and hurls it bodily against the wall to break it worse than its owner.

"I was going to just delete me and take your sleeping picture. It would have been cool," The woman grouses to the unhearing Katsuro. Then she grabs her blood soaked arm. "Fuck. . ."

Adrenaline wearing off, Jeanne Gado makes good on her escape. She might have one in one form, but not in her objective. For now, she mantles the fence and slinks away wounded into the night. The Leopard's hunt would have to wait for another night.

COMBATSYS: Shina has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:18:50 09/27/2021 by Shina, and last modified on 13:05:43 10/03/2021.