LLK Act I.War - War : Curious Case of the Doll in the Nighttime

Description: Marz finds herself needing to run from one side of Southtown to the other, and the quickest route takes her right into the path of that nefarious wrestler, Vyle! Because there are just too many questions about what Vyle is doing there, she tries to beat him up. But who will come out on top? Fists will fly, along with many, many other things as the two fighters clash!

To say that Marz has been kept busy with all this business may be something of an understatement.

An army, after all, marches on its stomach. And it is Marz's duty to make sure that the flow of resources, the organization of the infrastructure that kept Shadaloo rolling on, kept on rolling. In the middle of a warzone, this is more difficult than it sounds. Factor in that she hates Southtown with an intensity that she rarely let show, and she has also been trying to ascertain the myriad number of threats arrayed against Shadaloo, including a possible betrayal by their erstwhile allies, and trying to mitigate all these possibilities... and Marz has spent countless hours attending to her duties with the care and dedication she always threw into these things.

Chief amongst her goals: Do not get caught, because she knew that, when it comes to the food chain, she is very much on the bottom. But, sometimes, things needed her direct involvement. Hopefully, her uniform would act as enough of a shield that she would get through the operation without any interference...

The actual difficulty? Had been solved remarkably easily. Just a little paperwork error that resulted in some mislabelled boxes. But then she was called back to base, to handle yet more work, and she couldn't wait for an escort. But, then, what was the worst thing that could happen?

... except that the route took her straight the way through Gedo Street. Curses.

Like a shadow, she flits across the street, as fast as she can. Praying to her luck that the cover of darkness would assist in her subtle passage. Really. Who would be crazy enough to attack a Doll- one of Lord Vega's elite- without making any kind of plan... and who /could/ have planned such a thing?

The Doll isn't the only one on this god-forsaken street, however. Strange enough as that is, considering the madness that's centered around here.

The man known as Vyle, after the beating he took just getting INTO the city, finds himself wandering a little himself. He had no idea where the connections or the action really was. He hasn't visited here enough to even know his way around the hotspots. Perhaps that's the only reason why he could have found himself stumbling upon Gedo St.

"Goddamn rooster headed prick..." he grumbles, teeth gritted, unaware of just the importance of the place he's passing by.

Marz becomes aware of Vyle. The girls eyes narrow for a moment. Hrm. Low grade. Seen on the Neo League a couple of times. Memories surface, and her brow furrows lightly. She didn't know what he was /doing/ here, but it was unlikely to be something related to directly intervening in Shadaloo business. As far as she was aware, he didn't have connections to Shadaloo.

"Out of the way!" She demands, voice quite confident and cool. There wasn't any... questioning, there. But Vyle is directly in her path, and she wants to carry on and pass him. Ordinarily, she would skirt around him, but, this would determine, more likely than not, whether he was an enemy or a threat before she was within arms reach.

Vyle eyes the purple haired girl as her voice shouts out toward him. Irritable as he is, he barely even raises his gaze toward her, head cast down in a rather surly posture. "...I'm in a bad mood, lady, you move, get out of the way, or otherwise, I won't be responsible for whatever happens," he snaps, not even giving her a further glance...until he gets a better look at the uniform.

...what the hell is that? Unless fashion in Japan has really gone off the rails, that's some kinda odd uniform there...

COMBATSYS: Marz has joined the fight here.

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Marz             0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1              Pas

COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1              Pas
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Marz             0/-------/-------|

Well... Marz hates to resort to violence. But, there was a second factor on the line here. If she did just cave in... that would be a rather bad reflection on Vega, wouldn't it? His elite trooper backing down to a washed up wrestler. Besides. As far as these things went... Vyle wasn't one of the biggest names around. She was going to have to get involved in another fight at some time, and it didn't look like any major players in the resistance were nearby to take advantage. So.

Suddenly, there is a flash of metal in the darkness. Marz might not be feeling all that confident lately, but if she was going to fight, she was going to do it on her terms as much as possible. Suddenly, she jumps. And, springing from her outstretched hand, three weighted throwing knives slash down through the air. There is no other answer. Words... weren't the way she wanted to send this message. Instead, she would do it with three spinning daggers, already moving around and to the side when she touches earth again.

COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to slow Thrown Object from Marz with Venom Breath.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Marz

Oh, so it's going to be like this then? Fine...so be it.

When the knives flash out, Vyle narrows his eyes and brings two fingers to his throat. "You just made a huge mistake," he says, retching back and reading what might be a nice cloud of...something....but instead, the knives manage to cut into him before he can do anything, the blood drawn and cuts etched into his clothes causing him to step back with a hiss. "Nnn..."

Marz touches the ground, and spins around to face Vyle more fully. Clenching her fist, she shakes her head firmly. "I do not think I have." She states, calmly. "Your choice is simple; retreat. Leave this area. I do not know what you are doing here, and I do not care, but you are no longer welcome, and this is Shadaloo territory. Or. You can stay, and I will kill you. Make your decision."

That rather cocky announcement said, she throws her hand forwards, suddenly. This time, a small burst of power follows the motion, and a shock of bright purple power springs out of her palm, ricocheting off the pavement, before springing up to catch Vyle from the side. And Marz... is watching him carefully. Analyzing his motions.

So far... her analysis had been correct; he was a wrestler. Keep him at a distance, and he wouldn't be quite so dangerous.

COMBATSYS: Marz successfully hits Vyle with Psiball.

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Vyle             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             Marz

Ok, DEFINITELY not your common street tramp Vyle's dealing with. Definitely not. When the ball of energy powers forward him, Vyle tries to dodge...and ends up catching him from the side on that strange rebound, knocking him to the ground and making him feel a searing burn in his side. "Nhh...oh, you little trampy broad, you just signed off on your own *&*&$ Amber Alert," he sneers, a wicked look in his eyes....before he scrambles forward. Pushing off the ground with his hands, and keeping his dash low, he spreads his arms as if going for a grab....before his feet flash up, instead flying with both feet forward toward Marz' face.

COMBATSYS: Marz dodges Vyle's Light Kick.

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Vyle             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             Marz

Marz exhales slowly. She was going to need to play this carefully; she did not like having to put herself in this kind of position, but there was really very little she could do now that she had committed herself. It was a matter of pride. Either she made sure that Vyle remembered to respect the uniform, or she disgraced Shadaloo. That was, of course, not an option. Besides, she still thought, there was no way his presence here was a coincidence. He needed to be dealt with.

When he comes in, she ducks and twists to the side, and as she rises, she lashes out with one arm, aiming to strike him in the back, before she rolls forwards. She's obviously a quick little thing... but would that be enough to see her through? That, was the question.

COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Marz's Quick Punch.

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Vyle             0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0             Marz

THis little bint is annoying Vyle at this point. Wierd energy crap, and slippery to boot. And those knives weren't anything to scoff at either. "...."

Rolling up from his missed dropkick, he looks up, and sees her coming with a rolling strike of her own, turning up just in time to catch the shot on his arms instead. "You know...you're really..." He reaches down, scratching across his own arm as he pulls back his sleeve. "Pissing me..." He then reels back with that exposed arm and thrusts out...with the hand of the other arm? "OFF!!" The strike stabs out like a knife...but Marz might want to be worried about something else if she gets hit. Like the poison he drew across his own nails for that strike.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Marz with Injector.

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Vyle             0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0             Marz

Marz hisses lightly, the blow struck clean, despite her best attempt to get out of the way, the nails rake across her, and draw blood. She was getting sloppy. And worse, she could already feel the poison starting to burn. Narrowing her eyes lightly, she pulls herself up straighter, and spins on the spot. Trying to get the measure of how badly she was poisoned. Negligible. She didn't need to retreat just yet... though it was certainly going to mean that she needed to finish this off quickly.

"I am going to do more than that." She states, her expression utterly calm and controlled. "If you persist in this foolishness, I am going to kill you."

And with that, suddenly, she's coming forwards again. This time, her legs lash out for her, a series of fast, well placed kicks... all whilst she twists, twirls, and dances around her opponent. Not intending to stay in one place long enough for him to land another solid hit like that.

COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Fantastic Footwork from Marz with Antidote.

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Vyle             0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0             Marz

Fancy footwork? Feh. Vyle's tangled with wrestlers from Japan with more furious footwork. Stiff workers too, which meant having to deal with real kicks in a fake ring.

So forgive him for being a little more used to such kicks. Backing off, Vyle avoids what he can...and then sees a MUCH too high kick. As he ducks under it, his arm whips out, trying to catch the outstretched leg right at the knee and wrench upward. "ANTIDOTE!!" he shouts, in a bit of exhuberance over his Puro experiences, lifting Marz up by the leg, with one arm grasping around her back to lift her up higher, before slamming her down hard on her back with a side slam. "NOW HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, B****?!"

The sudden reversal catches Marz by surprise. But she soon recovers, rolling away and up to the side, she exhales slowly, taking stock of just how much that attack had damaged her. Impressive. Yes, because she had ignored her own original strategy; this was a wrestler, she should not be attempting to take him on in hand to hand combat. She was very likely to lose if she did that.

Recovering a touch, she steps back, and replaces her hair behind her ear, looking at Vyle for a long moment. Her expression remains incredibly stony. Not a hint of emotion coloring it as she replies, easing some feeling back into her shoulder.

"I have been hit by better. Come again."

COMBATSYS: Marz gains composure.

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Vyle             0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0             Marz

Vyle snorts, seeing the snotty reaction from Marz as the girl gets up after the slam. "Really now....is that what you tell your sugar daddy after he's done with you for the night?" he asks, going into his usual modus operandi: taunt and attack, in hopes of throwing his opponent off their game.

And with that, he rushes back in, while he has the advantage. He saw a little sign there that he did some arm damage...so why not compound it a bit? Shooting in, he feints a move toward her legs...before pushing off his hands and trying to wrap his legs around that arm. His aim? A nice, good old fashioned cross armbreaker hold.

COMBATSYS: Marz interrupts Medium Throw from Vyle with Psi-Ripper.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

Marz allows her hand to open as Vyle comes in at her. When he grabs her, he manages to hold her for a moment, drawing an irritated grunt from the girl... but, quite suddenly, he'd feel a very... nasty sensation at his hip. As her hand is covered in a shining purple blade of psychic energy. She twists around, and frees herself, drawing a strong diagonal slash directly up his torso as she does so.

When the maneuver is completed, she's breathing a touch harder, sweat beading on her brow as she repositions herself to face her opponent more fully. "You have some good moves. But I am warning you, one more time. You do not want to continue this fight. You are involving yourself with forces you can barely comprehend."

....oh well.

That did not feel good. Vyle just feels like he got ripped open. Less by a scalpel, more like a rusty steak knife dipped in lemon juice. "NGHHHAAAAAAAGHHH!!! YOU BLOODY LITTLE B****!!" he shrieks, holding his body in pain as he tries to get the hell away from her, and get his breath. "Gnhhh....I have no idea what the hell you are....you little schoolyard s***...but you think you're driving me off away from something like this? An opportunity to strike gold here...you're dreaming." With that, he charges forward...then brakes, darting sideways and rebounding off a nearby dilapidated wall. Bouncing off of it, he flips over...and tries to grab at that same shoulder he was targeting to wrench and flip the doll over with his own momentum. Not much more than an annoyance tactic right now, but...

COMBATSYS: Marz blocks Vyle's Fast Throw.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1             Marz

Marz raises an eyebrow at that, and though she is thrown, the girl rolls with the impact, such that the damage is... acceptable. Although not perfect, primarily because that poison had made its way around her system. She exhales slowly, and straightens up. The girls eyes shine with a very ... cold air, as she takes him in further. A flex of her hand, and another set of knives slip into place.

"There is no gold here for you." She states, calmly. "Unless Lord Vega decides that there is. I am not a schoolgirl. I am a killer. And I serve Lord Vega. And, if you do not change your attitude, I will demonstrate precisely what that means."

The girls eyes are... terrifying, as they lock on his own. Challenging. As though she can see right the way through him.

COMBATSYS: Marz focuses on her next action.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1             Marz

Vyle mutters as she rolls out of the throw, narrowing his eyes as he drops into a low crouch, eyeing Marz with mostly contempt. "A killer, huh? Vega, huh? I suppose this means you're one of the big shots running around here, going Viking on the place? Pillage, rape, burn, the whole 3 miles?" he asks. The girl seems to cold to taunt out of a good mindset...so he's just trying to keep her talking in general.

As for the eyes, Vyle isn't TOO phased...but he does seem to keep back on his heels, watching her warily, and apparently planning his own line of attack.

COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1             Marz

Marz straightens, easing some feeling back into her leg, and exhaling calmly and slowly. Focus on through the pain. That was all it really was; mind over matter. Don't let his words get to you (easy enough when you are Marz), and simply focus on beating him. In order to do that... she needed to feel better than she did right now. So keep him talking. Perhaps he would even see the folly in his ways, and leave the area, to make a more peaceful approach anther time.

"Lord Vega wishes us to be here." She states, calmly. "And so we are. Shadaloo has no interest in raping and burning the residents of Southtown, however." She brings her knives up, positioned carefully, but not yet thrown. "And now we come to the quick. Will you leave this area, or will I impress upon you the control of Lord Vega?"

COMBATSYS: Marz gains composure.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0             Marz


Vyle can HEAR the chants in his head echoing, knowing that's what he'd be hearing at this point from the crowd. They want ACTION! They want BLOOD! They want someone to get the crap beaten out of them! And that's what a heel is good for!

"I see....sounds boring...then what the hell are you doing here? Thought big bad things like that went where the profit is. Guess I should forget about my application then?"

Then, with a quick drop down, he snatches a rock off the ground, trying to wing it right into Marz's face. "Or maybe take your job instead, while I'm at it?!"

COMBATSYS: Marz overcomes Thrown Object from Vyle with Psiball.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

Marz keeps her hand with the knives raised as he talks. But, he might, if he was the observant type, note that her left hand clenches into a fist. She has ... an inkling, of what was going to come. Though she expected him to rush her, the thrown object comes as a surprise, but her intended reaction works just as well.

She throws her arm forwards, and a burst of bright psycho power shoots out. Different, this time, it is more focused, and more tightly bound. Ploughing through the rock, which explodes in a shower of dust, it punches through, and carries on towards Vyle, as she puts more distance between herself and the wrestler. Always falling back. Don't... let him touch you again, that was the name of the game.

"Lord Vega does not take kindly to people who damage his property." She replies. "The last person to lay a finger on me was obliterated completely by his hand."

COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Marz's Psiball.

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Vyle             1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

Oh, so it's a damn game of keepaway, isn't it? Sneering, Vyle, crosses his arms, turning his body and his shoulder into the ball of energy and meeting the ball of power head on, absorbing the brunt of the shot the best he can. He knows what she's doing here, but that means he's going to have to force her hand if he really wants to get some damage done here.

"Huh, so you're his property? I knew sex slave trade was big around Asia, but didn't think Japan had it going either," he taunts again. Slipping in, he stops just a bit short, not grabbing but instead winging out a spinning back kick for the doll. Even if it doesn't hit...he hopes it at least gets her to back into the nearby wall, the same one he rebounded off of. Removing movement options, and all that jazz.

COMBATSYS: Marz dodges Vyle's Light Kick.

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Vyle             1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

If there is one thing Marz is good at, it is knowledge of the situation. She knew she was being herded towards the wall. In fact, she was allowing this. But Marz? Why would you allow yourself to be edged towards the wall?

Well, simple. As the kick comes in, Marz leaps backwards. Augmenting her jump with a little touch of psycho power, she hits the wall, and bounces off again. Sailing over Vyle's head. The knives she had been holding slash out a second time, three of them scattered over his immediate area, as she touches down on the ground again. Although she had no intention of showing it... that last jab had actually angered her. How dare he twist the relationship she shared with Vega into something dirty and crass?

She was going to make him /eat/ those words.

COMBATSYS: Vyle overcomes Thrown Object from Marz with Venom Breath.

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Vyle             1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

There's an opening he was looking for. While the leap over his head was...less than helpful, it also means her landing is...predictable. And that twinge of anger he spots, it's delicious. Two words spring into mind: Got you.

The knives find themselves redirected away by a cloud of noxious green mist, the same mist Vyle meant to use the first time they came out. With that predictable arc, the rudo hopes that this is the key to catching that little bint finally.

COMBATSYS: Marz negates Venom Breath from Vyle with Psiball.

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Vyle             1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0             Marz

Thankfully, Marz is, as mentioned, quite spectacularly aware of her surroundings. The blast of green mist is not an exception to this. And, though she may be obscured for just long enough for Vyle to suspect that he's managed to, at last, catch the little girl head on... the mist is suddenly, and violently, blasted apart by a shock of that same familiar purple energy. The centerpiece of Marz's whole fighting style has seen a lot of use this match, and when the mist is shot apart, she also shows the first sign of emotion.

A smirk.

"Your tricks are nothing compared to the strength that Lord Vega has given me." She murmurs, straightening herself up, she replaces a lock of hair behind her ear. "A strength ... he would -never- give to someone like -you-."

OH, now that's just annoying.

Vyle just eyes Marz, shaking his head as the damn girl seems to remain all to tenacious and annoying. "You know, I don't know what kind of strength he gives you, but from what I've been hearing, not sure it's worth it, from the sounds of how he gave you that 'strength'. Don't roll that way, like to get my strength either by weights of manipulating some dumb asses. Sure he could use someone like me, even if I don't the special...secretary's services," he insists, boredly turning his finger around.

He's not just taunting her for taunting's sake though. Along with his usual modus operandi...he's catching his breath.

COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.

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Vyle             1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0             Marz

For a moment Marz seriously weighs up her options. On the one hand, she was starting to tire. That was undeniable fact. She just couldn't keep up this level of fighting for an extended period of time. On the other, whatever use he might have, as far as she was concerned anyway, was vastly outweighed by his bad nature, and mannerism. Never mind the lack of respect, which may be at least partly down to the fact that she wasn't crushing him as utterly as she really should be.

"Don't call us." She states, raising her hand again. Come on, Marz! You've practiced this move a thousand times, you know how it goes better than anything else. Just rear you hand back and...

"We'll call you."

Throw it forwards! A smaller orb than before, no less powerful for it, more focused, less waste... now if she could just convince the burning in her lungs to leave her alone, she might feel she still had a chance here.

COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Marz's Psiball.

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Vyle             1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0             Marz

Oh, those damn things are getting annoying. Thankfully, Vyle's seen enough that...he THINKS he's got those damn things scouted now. WHen the small orb flies forward, Vyle DIVES and rolls over it, evading the shot in his own unique sort of way.

"Sorry, I like to hear from my people directly, no middlemen. Or....hrm...well...not sure how much you count as a woman, but...." Hoping the chatty provocation keeps the doll on her heels, he wings out an elbow, trying to sock her in the face with a forward elbow strike.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Marz with Quick Punch.

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Vyle             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

It isn't so much the chat that distracts Marz; she is, after all, quite the disciplined little thing. What gets her is the fact that she is rapidly starting to run out of steam. She can, in fact, feel it happening. It is not a pleasant feeling at all. And it is made distinctly less so when the punch slams into her nose, and sends her reeling backwards. Shaking her head, she reaches behind herself for a moment...

And this time, it isn't a set of three knives that she hurls forwards at Vyle. Nope. You can tell Marz is getting desperate when she literally chucks her whole backpack at the enemy. The laptop inside didn't have any actual useful data on it- it was her backup. (And after such brutal treatment, it was unlikely it was going to be any good for /anyone/.) What it is, is a large, and very heavy, object. Aiming to crunch into Vyle's nose.

Take THAT for a dirty trick! Hah!

COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Marz's Large Thrown Object.

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Vyle             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Marz

...you know, this doesn't debunk his 'schoolgirl' taunting earlier very much.

Nor is it terribly effective at stopping Vyle. After popping her in the face with his elbow shot, Vyle quickly flattens out, letting the chucked bag fly over him despite the heavy bag's slow and short flight. "Oh, come on, I know you're a girl, but don't fight like one!"

In contrast to her fumes, Vyle seems to only be gaining steam as he wears the girl out more and more. He's wary about coming in to throw her again...which is why he goes for her legs as he shoots in, trying to pick her up by them, and then slam her into a nearby wall before that psychic knife can stab him again.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Marz with Medium Throw.
- Power hit! -

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1             Marz

The attack is an astounding success. Although Marz tries to simply throw herself to the side, her body doesn't want to listen to her. If there is one problem she is continually faced with, it is that her mind works far too fast for her body to catch up, and she finds herself already reaching out to snatch up her backpack again... when her legs are scooped up, and her head impacts hard with the wall. In shock, her eyes snap open wider than before, and a surprised 'GCK!?' is torn from her lips.

She does, of course, pick herself up again as quickly as she can. Rolling past and away. She does grab that backpack. It had ... sentimental value.

"Well done." She states, calmly. Her stony demeanor falling back into place. "I'll make a report to Lord Vega. If he decides that someone of your talent is worth his time, he'll likely impress his power upon you far better than I have done."

And with that, she takes off. Fully intending to run back to base whilst she still had the strength to do so.

COMBATSYS: Marz takes no action.

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Vyle             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1             Marz

Backing up after slamming the girl into the hard wall, and letting her drop to the ground, Vyle lurches into a ready stance again, ready to pick her up and move in for the kill. However, she surprises him by rolling away rather quickly, and picking up her bag before he can do much else. He moves in, but before he can, she...commends him?

'...eh?" he asks, somewhat confused, even as she insists that she'll pass along the word of his 'performance' to the big boss. "...the hell?" he asks. Was that all a job interview or something? "....god, I hate this town sometimes," he mutters, watching as Marz runs off, letting her go off. He got his pound of flesh out of her and worked out some frustrations anyways. "1 down, 2 to go, I guess...." he mutters to himself.

Log created on 18:28:53 02/24/2009 by Marz, and last modified on 12:20:41 02/25/2009.