Rat A Tat (Joint Training Thread)

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Joint training thread between Miho Shoga & Allen Adams

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“…I can take care of it boss.”

He looked at her. Same gaze as always. It wasn’t emotionless like most would think. Rather, it was as if he were inspecting her for something. He's unreadable to most. The fraccion, while being known for her defiant nature, was being oddly earnest in her offer to dispose of whatever was roving about in the sketchy parts of the streets of Akihabara. She looked back at him expectantly, her eyes focused on his unflinchingly. She didn’t even blink. Miho Shoga knew she was damn well capable of handling what was here. Powerful and nearby. Mmm~ Sounds like whatever appetizers she had earlier in the day was working its way up to the main course and she was going to claw it open like the ferocious demoness she was. This time around, it was just the pair alone, just finishing up a mission in the human world with not a scratch on them. Marcelius was handling a mission on his own as was Nijuu. It’d been pretty lax until now.

Still, Kuroi was a busy man with many things to do. As untrustworthy as she seemed, she’d help. Miho would not betray the man though. No. Not on her life! After seeing what he did to Kouen and how they ALL pursued him? Nuh-uh. Miho has things to do. Miho has things to do and people to see. Mirandas to fight and Mirandas to kill. Miho was forever looking for something dangerous and something to do. A curt nod followed by his usual “Hmph.” She smirked at his response. An affirmative. There it was again, that heavy black aura of reiatsu that exploded from his body. It was going to attract whoever was around. Like a moth to a flame. Watching him turn and open a garganta from within the establishment. She smirked, wagging her fingers goodbye to the Segunda as he departed for that alabaster palace in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. All that was left was music blaring loudly from next door through paper thin walls. …And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,"

She knew she had this. All she had to do was lure it out and wait patiently.. Whatever was around. Whoever it was. Down the hallway she went, making her way over to the empty bar area. There were people in here before… thanks to Kuroi and Miho, they all ran out like ants. Heh. A Bar fight. Why, it almost made her antsy just thinking about it. The rush she got from scraps and scuffles. Bar fights were good enough to get her heart racing and if she was lucky, she might have another. Not without being a spiteful little bitch of course. Slowly, she started to roll up the cuffs on the sleeves her white collared shirt. Most would say it was weird an arrancar dressed the way she did. She'd say that she didn't have a goddamn choice in the matter. Kuroi liked his monkey suits.

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She whistled something eerie as she walked. It was loud, resonating throughout the entire establishment. It was quite empty after all, some tables thrown over, chairs set aside neatly and knocked around. Taking one step after the other, heels clicking in their murderous tone as the dark mistress herself started to formulate plans in her head. Throw a chair or break a glass bottle over his head? Mm~ The sound of shattering glass was her favorite. People always claimed to hear it when their hearts broke. Miho could certainly attest to that. It made this sound that never left you alone. It stuck with you. It was her favorite sound. It only made her want to do it to her new victim a thousand times over.

To the newcomer entering, they would hear this whistle but see no one. Nothing but a long hallway. Miho hid herself to the side, sidled against the wall, making it impossible for one to see unless they entered the more room-y area. The smell of alcohol was fresh. Everyone’s mostly gone but whoever was around had to know better than that, right? Her reiatsu was masked. The only indication of someone being present was the whistling. As she could feel them approaching, the whistling died down, eventually coming to a complete stop. There was silence. Her body tensed for a moment, like a cat waiting for its prey to show itself. She waited patiently until she was sure the person was just near the door way. With her back braced against the wall, she turned against the corner and swung her leg with tremendous force, her foot lodged into the wall just a centimeter from the newcomers face. Now... if they weren't careful and they walked into it... Yeesh. Talk about disappointing.

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"The Black Knight has shown his face, Allen. First sighting of him in quite some time. I suspect he's nursing some wound, whether spiritual or merely one against his pride. He's not too far away. If you run, you'll likely be able to catch him." The words hit Allen like a truck, and he met Rey's eyes with a smile that crept across his face. "Thanks, boss. I'll be back before dinner. This honestly shouldn't take too long, now that he's finally pinned down." Was it cocky? Absolutely, this was Kuroi Naito that was being discussed. But was Allen serious? As a heart attack.

Now that Allen was standing outside the bar, even with his mediocre energy sensory capabilities, the presence of Kuroi was obvious. His filthy black reiatsu hung over the bar like a horrible stain. And yet, it actually made Allen chuckle. Kuroi's reaitsu felt like a teenager wearing a horror movie costume. Like, it was clear that he was trying to be scary, and if you didn't look too closely it might give you a jolt, but the second that you took the time to examine it, the second a grown up was introduced, then it became kinda laughable.

The bar itself wasn't really impressive. It was a shitty bar, in a shitty part of a shitty city in a shitty country. Allen fucking hated going to Japan. Just being there made him want to burn down a city, but doing so would cause too much attention, and get Rey angry with him. So he didn't. Instead, he swallowed his rage, and let it burn inside of him. Allen was fueled by his rage, and his rage was one of the two reasons he was still alive and kicking. The second reason was his pure determination.

Allen had goals that he wanted done. No, not wanted. He needed to accomplish the goals. He was driven to do so by a property of his being. A technique that he didn't so much make as develop. The technique that kept Allen alive, despite being burned, broken, blown up, and worse. Miles To Go, Allen's trump card, and the thing that would make him capable of surviving the worst that Kuroi had to throw at him. Until Allen had killed his targets, ended war forever, and reformatted Soul Society, he would be allowed to die. But not a moment before then.

But Allen had had enough of waiting, and without a moment of hesitation, opened the door. Not kicked it down, or blasted it down, because that sent the wrong message. That sent the message of someone who was trying really hard, someone who was on a roaring rampage of vengeance. And although Allen was, the important thing, the message that he wanted to send, was that Allen wasn't here trying to show off and cross swords with Kuroi. No, Allen was here to kill Kuroi. He was going to break him, rip his skull off, and bring it back to Rey.

So, he opened the door, like an inevitable fate, and stepped through. Smelled like alcohol and disappointment. And although Kuroi's reiatsu permeated the place, it was evident that he was long gone. Well, maybe not long. There was a hint of desert air. Garganta, maybe? Had Allen failed to sneak up on the Segunda? Son of a bitch, that was a mood ruiner. He took another step forward, and slammed his head against an out streched leg. Welp. That was a new experience. His eyes traced the leg slowly, back to the person it belonged to. The nice leg was part of an even nicer looking body, and Allen gave the girl a cocky smile. "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing in a scary place like this?"

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"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing in a scary place like this?"

Hello main course, I’m Miho Shoga. Fancy meeting you here in this shithole establishment. It seemed like Kuroi attracted whatever was in the area. Or as Miho liked to call it, prey. Miho waited patiently for him to do something, wondering if he’d react. “Heh. Are you always so eager to hit on strange women in scary places? That’s how unsuspecting men get torn apart and killed, y’know…” There was a hint of truth to what she said just now. Especially unsuspecting men. Miho was a monster in her own right. She wore it like a badge of honor. There was nothing wrong it. Miho could feel something against her outstretched leg and it wasn’t the wall like she was expecting but it might as well have been. It didn’t do anything. Miho watched him with mild fascination. She could see his eyes trailing down her leg, making its way to her face. At this, she’d raise her eyebrow and smirk something dark.

Her tongue clicked in the back of her mouth in mock disappointment and she’d pout. Kuroi definitely attracted her favorite type. “…So sorry about that. You missing Kuroi by a hair that is. Now that means you have to deal with me~” She spoke with feigned sympathy. Those scarlet toned eyes of hers focused on him with dangerous excitement and just a hint of madness that was quite dark. Would that piss him off? It was painfully obvious he was here for Kuroi. Miho was very much like a cat in the sense that she played with her prey for hours on end until she got bored. Hopefully he could indulge her in her twisted little desires for getting in some trouble and destroying things. With any luck, he could be just as messed up as she was. Not that it mattered if he wasn’t. Miho was dragging him into it whether he liked it or not.

“Alright tiger. I’m in a hell of a mood. So tell ya what…” She removed her leg off of his face and took her zanpakuto off of the holster on her back and slammed it down, embedding it in the wooden floors with an aggression known to barbarians and monsters. Slowly, she moved to the middle of the room, walking in that predatory, violent manner she always did. When she reached the middle of the room, she turned on her heel, looking at him for a moment before speaking. Miho was feeling oddly charitable for someone she had intentions of disposing. Maybe it was his look. The scars were a nice touch and he wasn’t a blonde she’d so blindly gravitated towards so many times in the past. No, he had a look to him that completely overshadowed any little goody two shoes she’d met. She liked.

Her eyes flared with that ferocity so many knew she carried with her. Despite being a usual menace, she wasn’t being very bad. She wanted something. “I wanna fight. I wanna destroy the hell out of this bar and building next to it and the entire damn block and block after that and the block after that! I wanna brawl so damn good that you just might have me asking for your name.” This particular brand of she-devil was committed to combat. She was a season warrior that lived for destruction. It was her aspect after all. Really, all she wanted was a fight that’d make her blood run a little faster, a little darker. Was that too much to ask? She had tater tots earlier. From the way he took her kick, he’d do nicely. Who knows, maybe he’ll really hurt her. Miho was pretty strong. If she could take a beating from Rio maybe he wouldn't be so bad. Besides, she didn’t have anything against a little blood shed. Sometimes you needed to hurt a little perform better.

Her fingers moved to her red tie, where she’d gently grasp it, tugging it down in an attempt to loosen its grip around her neck. She’d unbutton the first two buttons of her shirt. The fuckin’ monkey suit business really needed to chill. Stuffy collars and ties and sleeves were harder to fight in. “Nothin’ fancy. Your fists against mine. That’s not too hard for ya…. Right, princess? You ain’t scared of monsters, right~?” She winked, speaking in low velvety tones. Lips peeled back a devious grin at the name she’d given him. She’d give him a moment before she picked up a wooden chair, slowly walking towards him with the wooden legs screeching against the floor eerily. He’d quickly realize that she was just going to keep on moving. Let’s hope he’s not so slow. For his sake at least. When Miho attacked, she was relentless. She was coming for him (No.). When she figured she was close enough she swung the chair at his head while her free hand balled into a fist and sailed straight for his solar plexus.

“So… indulge me. Pleaaase…”

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Abilities

[/font] [Weapons: Broadsword] (3)

☠｡ [Pain Tolerance] (3)

☠｡ [Battle Analysis] (3)

☠｡ [Strength Of Will] (2)

☠｡ [Sex] (2)

☠｡ [Street Fighting] (2)[/font][/ul]





Strength - 250 (175) Points

Speed - 400 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 325 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 320 (480) Points

Light Aura - 0 Points

Dark Aura - 100 Points

Instinct - 150 Points

Senses - 150 Points

Energy sensory - 105 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points[/font][/spoiler]

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"What, you think this qualifies as a 'scary place' for me? I was saying that this didn't seem quite like your natural environment. But scary for me? Girl, you don't know who the hell you're dealing with, do you?" There was a massive, cocky smile on Allen's face as he responded to the Arrancar girl, who had seemingly insinuated that it was even vaguely possible for Allen to be killed in this dark bar. Allen would have to be unlucky to be hurt, much less killed. 

However, the presence of a pretty face wasn't enough to distract him completely from the goal at hand. According to the Arrancar, who was now rapidly seeming to be familiar from somewhere in Allen's memory, Kuroi had already left. In fact, Allen had missed him by only a few moments. Damn. It had been the perfect opportunity to take out one of his targets, and now Allen had a great deal of anger inside of him, ready to be unleashed upon to poor sap who pissed him off first.

And this girl was probably gonna be the unfortunate recipient of that. As she spoke, finally Allen placed her. She was in the dossier, one of Kuroi's Fraccion. Miho Shoga. Allen hadn't bothered to read her power section carefully, so he couldn't remember it right now. Regardless, she was technically speaking a valid target. Of course, Asuka had held the same position for quite some time, and Allen's encounter with her had ended peacefully. Somehow, however, Allen figured that Miho wasn't similar to Asuka in that regards.

On the other hand, Miho's body language, word choice, and her voice was suggesting that she wanted something other than a fight. Something a little more....yeah, let's drop the attempts towards subtlety, Allen was pretty much convinced that Miho wanted to screw him. Which, on the one hand, he wouldn't have complained about normally, but on the other hand, he kinda wanted to hurt something right now. She began to stalk towards the middle of the room, with her Zan stabbed into the ground between them.

She wanted a fight, and she wanted it to be big. A good old fashion brawl that slammed through multiple different buildings. And it sounded like if it was a good fight, she'd give him something in return. She'd offered her name but "What if I already know your name, Miho Shoga? What'll you give me then? Something good, I hope. Your boss' cowardice kinda ruined my evening, so you're obligated to make up for it." He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out, but it was almost implied by his words.

She adjusted her tie, and simultaneously Allen removed his watch, carefully hanging it around the hilt of the Zan that she imbedded in the ground. She unbuttoned part of her suit, and he placed his Zan, which wasn't exactly the traditional sword form, but rather a Colt .45 next to the gun. "What, is this some kind of 'strip fighting'? Are you gonna remove buttons each time I smash you through a wall?" He quipped, only half kidding. That actually sounded fairly fun. Probably not the best context to suggest it though.

She gave one last remark, in that lovely voice of hers, before picking up a chair and advancing towards him. Wow, she hadn't been kidding about the brawl thing, she actually wanted just a straight fight. Not some stupid show of martial arts, not the endless Hakuda kata that Allen constantly engaged in with Rey, Miranda, or Axis. No, this was just a normal barroom fight. A time to actually show off his street fighting proficiency. A horrible smile crossed his face. "I'm more than happy to indulge you, beautiful."

As she swung the chair at his head, Allen instead chose to respond to the punch being thrown at his chest. He swiped his hand from resting position on his left side, catching her fist and imparting the momentum to her, throwing her punch off center, to the right. It'd cause her to stumble past him, and likely open up further attack opportunities. If Allen was stronger, he'd have thrown her with that motion, he felt the instinctive knowledge that that was what he was meant to do, but he doubted he was stronger than her physically.

Instead, he'd simply put her off balance. The chair, on the other hand, he didn't bother with. It smashed into him, and shattered upon impact with his Hierro. He had closed his eyes for a moment, so that the shards of wood that flew everywhere wouldn't pierce his unprotected eyes, but only for a second. Then, they opened up, a storm of wood surrounding both him and Miho for a second, although she was stumbling forward. In that brief moment, while she was stunned, he jumped at her, tackling her sideways into the wall. "Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful when you're trying to hurt someone?"

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Strength - 50 (150) Points
Speed - 340 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 385 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 1400 (400) Points
Light Aura - 0 Points
Dark Aura - 100 Points
Instinct - 100 (300) Points
Senses - 125 Points
Energy sensory - 33 (100) Points
Healing Expertise - 1400 (400) Points

[Hakuda] 4
[Battle Analysis] 3
[Strength of Wil] 3
[Street Fighting] 3
[Sports] 1

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She didn’t know who the hell she was dealing with, eh? While that may have been true, Miho wasn’t afraid to knock a bitch out or die trying. She’ll do whatever she has to do. Whatever means necessary. All she could do was smile eerily at him, letting his query to float there as she’d wordlessly answer. It was painfully obvious that she didn’t give a shit and that she was going to make put him through a hell of a time. One filled with bruises, cuts and broken glass. Miho had already made up her mind that she was going to hurt him and she had a few ideas in her mind as to how she was going to do it. Some of the ideas she had were especially devious. She wondered if she’d get the chance to. If Kuroi brought his ass to this fuckin’ bar, boy was she going to be pissed.

"What if I already know your name, Miho Shoga? What'll you give me then? Something good, I hope. Your boss' cowardice kinda ruined my evening, so you're obligated to make up for it.”

Her smile slowly faded as he spoke though. Oh? This was interesting. He knew her name. Her full name. She knew what she said earlier with her little request but now that just wasn’t fair. “…Who the fuck are you?” Classy as ever. How does he know her? Was whole world afraid of Kuroi? Did they have to read up about her and Marc and Nijuu too? Ain't that sad. She’d admit she was at times when she spoke out against him. In fact, she was the very fraccion to tell him not to trust her. How ironic was it that she ended up sticking around and being the most loyal? It was weird. Still, she wasn’t afraid to be the occasional mouthy bitch. Kuroi had the whole world running like cockroaches. “You let fuckin’ Kuroi ruin’ your time? Oh come on!” she sneered at him. “…But hey, if you want a rough evening? Fine. I’ll make your sweat roll backwards and your heart beat in reverse.” she said daringly. That malicious smile was back. Not even this man scared her. Pft. Psychos don’t scare her. At least they were committed, right?

He’d make some off hand comment about strip fighting. First time she ever heard about something like that. But that sure as hell sounded like fun. However, with the nagging feeling to beat something to a bloody pulp and her current mood, Miho just wanted to see pure destruction. After all the little mice she chased and cut, she was clearly feeling like she needed something to make up for it. Scarface over here was going to make up for it. She may have been obligated to make up for his loss concerning fighting Kuroi… but he was more than obligated to entertain the hellion who’d clearly missed out on her fun to have an enjoyable fight. Her day had been fairly uneventful until he strolled right into her leg. Miho was starting to think that he as going to be endless entertainment for her seeing as he said he’d indulge her. Well then! She was okay with that.

She felt as though she watched the chair smash against his face in slow motion. He just fuckin’ took that shit. He was completely unfazed by the chair and the wooden bits flying his way. Damn. Miho could take it fairly easily as well but she figured that he had to have a hell of a hierro, possibly on par with Kuroi’s or, dare she say it, better. It’s been a while since she encountered something like that. For a moment, Miho thought she was going to have some trouble with this. However, the very moment he caught her first, that line of thought changed. She moved her fist a little, somewhat flexing it and seeming readjusting something. That’s what it’d feel like to him. Rather, Miho was testing to see how strong his grip was against her own strength. Something in her clicked. It was as if she knew she had a chance against him like this. She could actually do something.

For the moment however, she couldn’t do much. She should’ve known about the hierro thing before when she slammed her foot into his face. He wasn’t even phased in the slightest by it. She was gonna have to hold her ground and take it and, more importantly, make him regret it (no ragrets. not even a single letter). He didn’t bother with the chair. He just focused on her. Miho lost her balance, stumbling past him her body leaning forward with her other hand stretched out. As she’d desperately try to regain her balance, she’d feel her body collide against the wall pretty hard. For the moment, he wouldn’t feel an ounce of resistance from her body. She could hear the sound of her boots crunching the bits of wood on the floor beneath her as they slid outwards slightly, eventually coming to a stop. He’d tackled her? Interesting choice. "Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful when you're trying to hurt someone?” Soft laughter escaped her lips. Miho stayed in her squished spot for a moment, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. She spoke in that velvety tone again.

“Aww, tiger. You think I’m trying. I love a man who doesn’t know what he’s got comin’ to him.”

Miho flashed a wolfish grin at her attractive opponent. She’d been in a situation like this with Kouen. Not the banter. She remembered when she’d viciously thrown him against the wall and straight up tried to choke him out when she first became Kuroi’s fraccion. He’d been leaning against the wall with his back rather than keeping his body straight against the wall. Miho was in the very same situation. However, they were two different people. Kouen was a happy, dead traitor and she was still alive and still a malicious little weapon of Kuroi’s. A body that could kill, words that held immense power and a mentality so vicious and sharp that she could cut someone to ribbons. She was doing this her way. One foot would quietly move and hook itself around his leg, slowly. Hook. She turned her head to whisper something to him. “…Damn shame we’re not playing that game, huh~?” Line. Of course, there was something to follow up with this. Miho always had an M.O. …

Sinker.

Literally. She yanked the foot she hooked herself around backwards. His foot would move towards her. Why did that matter though? With one hand, Miho quickly pushed her body against the wall, throwing him off. This would force his body in the opposite direction. His foot towards her and the rest of his body backwards? Oof… If he was tackling her into a wall, he had to have been leaning a fair amount of weight against her and maybe he wasn’t totally concerned with keeping his stability. If that was true, he’d fall and land on his back. Of course, Miho was always to hit someone when they were down. Providing he was on his back, she’d stand over his body feet on either side of his arms and drew her fist back. This was mainly so she could prevent him from rolling to either side for what she was going to do next. “I don’t think you knew who you were dealing with…” she spoke with villainy ending with the most venomous smirk, her scarlet eyes looking at him as if she were expecting something. Oh no, this was far from over. For now, she was going to make sure she made someone hurt real bad. With as much speed and strength as she good muster, she aimed to punch the living shit out of his throat. Yeah, a throat punch.

“…A monster.”

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Heh, he liked seeing that expression on her face, when she realized that he wasn't just some random chump who walked in, that he'd actually done his homework. Allen always prepared for fights, and this one was no exception. Of course, he'd been expecting a slightly different opponent, but fighting this Fraccion could be fun. She wouldn't be nearly as good of a fight as Kuroi, but she was way easier on the eyes. Plus, with a mouth as filthy as hers, no battle could be really boring.

"Try to listen better, sweet thing. Kuroi didn't ruin my evening, his absence did. See, I was hoping to actually get a work out, which I'm unsure if you can provide." But her response cleared away all of his doubts. She quoted the song that was running in the background, which he hadn't noticed before (shame on him). She quoted fucking Fall Out Boy. In that instant, she looked three times as attractive. Quoting music was the easiest way was easy to find your way to Allen's heart, and Fall Out Boy was a particular favorite of his.

Of course, she was still trying to hurt him. Far stronger than her had in the past, and failed, but she still deserved some attention. It would be rude not to, and Allen certainly wasn't gonna be rude to the most interesting person he'd stumbled across in the past few weeks. That's why he was indulging her in a ballroom brawl, even if he was typically more of a fan of just bala'ing his opponents down. Even though he had a lot of other things that he should probably be doing, and people he should probably be killing. He wasn't doing so, because she was worth his time.

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He noticed that she had flexed her fist in his grip, and made a mental note. She was physically superior to him in raw might, but the question is whether or not that would actually make a difference was still up in the air. It wouldn't allow her to pierce his hierro, but it would likely keep him from being as cheeky with his grabs and tackles, unless he used his superior brawling skill sufficiently. Interesting. Of course, he was prepared for that, Kuroi was (by all accounts) significantly stronger than him physically.

Luckily, she didn't leverage that strength in time, and he caught her when she was off balance, slamming her into the hallway's wall. Good, it seemed like she hadn't been capable of defending in time, due to a total lack of resistance in her body. Well, the fact that it was total raised a few red flags, but to be honest he wasn't terribly concerned. The floor crunched underneath the weight of the two Arrancar, and she met his eyes, as he told her she looked beautiful. Good start?

She laughed instead. Well, it'd been worth a shot. But then her response, in that voice of hers. She wasn't trying yet? Hell. Fucking. Yes. She returned his compliment with one of her own, and he prepared for the inevitable counter attack. Between her admission that she wasn't trying, and his analytical capabilities picking up on the fact that she hadn't even tried to resist his tackle, he knew that the counter attack would be coming soon, the only question was when.

And he got his answer moments later. A leg hooked around his own, but Allen didn't respond to it. She was going to throw him back, obviously, once she got the chance. He likely couldn't contest it, she was stronger than he was. Likely, once he was on the ground, she'd go for a stomp of some sort directed at his neck as a coup de grace. So, he'd just have to fight her then. But why wait, when he was Allen goddamn Adams, the 2/5 Zarpa? Why on earth did he have to let his opponent carry out their plan before responding in kind. 

Allen was a Hakuda genius, although he'd promised not to use Hakuda directly for this fight. Well, it was an implicit promise anyways. Anyways, his Hakuda skills had lead him to develop a certain potent technique, known as American Arsenal. What did the technique do? It allowed him to imprint any physical action on an object, so that the first person who came into contact with the object was susceptible to it. He used this to bitch slap people with bullets, and to shake people's hands using the ground as a medium.

So, instead of waiting for the fall, in the split second Miho's leg hooked around his, Allen imprinted a simple action on his own body. On the layer of reiatsu that made up his Hierro over his throat, Allen imprinted a standard throw, similar to the one that he'd used on Miho a few moments ago. If she stomped on his throat, he'd (or rather the imprint would) grab, twist her foot to hurt her ankle and remove her balance, and throw her bodily to the side. If this was a fight to the death, he'd also have imprinted a Shotgun Fist on it to blow her foot off for good measure, but that wasn't the point.

And yeah, it basically played out as expected. The hooked foot, and her pushing him back somehow. Specifically, she pushed off the wall, thrusting her body into him and sending him back when the foot was yanked forwards. If he had needed to, he could have flung a hand out and imprinted another Hakuda action onto her shirt, maybe a gut punch, but decided against it. He was confident that he'd predicted what she was planning accurately enough. It was a gamble, but perhaps it would pay off.

As he landed on the floor, she put a foot on either side of his arms, keeping him from rolling. Of course, this position didn't give him a bad view of her body, as he gazed up at her he couldn't help but smirk. "Oh no, I'm at your mercy. I forgot of the might of Miho Shoga, Fraccion of the Segunda Espada." He replied to her comment regarding that he didn't know who he was dealing with. Then, she went for the throat punch. Tacky, a stomp would be much more effective. 

But it was her choice, and now she was gonna pay the price. As Miho's fist simply touched Allen's Hierro, before even striking him in a way that would actually cause him to notice her presence, she'd feel a violent twist that would threaten to dislocate her wrist. Then, she'd be thrown to the side, possibly rolling, her balance stolen from her. With that, Allen would simply stand back up, and brush off his white t-shirt. "That was a nice move, girl. Honestly, this is one of the best fights I've had in a long time."

"I'll need to lower my standards, it's never getting any better than this."

Reiatsu 3700/3850 (-150 for American Arsenal)

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Miho was more than aware of his gaze, her own matching his. He’d see it before she moved to attack him. Her lips parted as if to say something but she’d stop herself, instead, just allowing it to go on. She could see it in the man’s eyes. It was a look she knew all too well. He liked what he saw. She knew that much when he walked into her leg and here it is again. Could she blame him? The way her clothes clung to her body could leave anyone with a desire to see a little more. That loose red tie hanging from her neck just dangled there like some kind of cat toy, teasingly, covering her cleavage. Miho was completely aware of all of that and certainly wasn’t ashamed to let this stranger, no… the world know that she looked damn good tearing down a block of Akihabara or two. Maybe he’d come to appreciate that and if he already did..? Well, now that’s a stranger she wouldn’t mind seeing again.

His smirk was infectious, causing her to do the same. She liked the way he said her name. There was that ring to it that felt absolutely right. How disgusting. Hearing the word fraccion felt worse. It reminded her of Rio and his shitty trash talk. She’d only wanted to be one because being an Espada sounded downright stupid. Being Kouhai’s sword… hmph. How many times did Kouhai invade their minds? It sent shivers up her spine. She didn’t wanna know. Not since that time where he just merely touched her and knew everything about her own powers. Miho hardly released. It was nice to once in a while but she hardly got the chance to. Only 5 people had seen that and one of ‘em is dead. “Damn straight, smartass.”

Things were going to go perfectly on her end. She hooked his leg, he fell and all that was left was the throat punch. Damn straight the throat punch was tacky. It would’ve been pretty sweet if it went off without a hitch. At least, to her it would have. However, the exact moment her fist touched his skin, she felt it twist and she let out a sharp gasped at the sheer surprise of it. It didn’t hurt very much; her body was made for enduring the worst and bracing torture and the like. A nasty twist of the wrist was something she could deal with no problem. The crazy part of this though was that it sent her flying, rolling off to the side. Miho slowly sat up, holding her wrist for a bit and flexing it. He sure as hell didn’t use his own two hands for that. That gave Miho a free pass to play as dirty as she wanted to. The thought of that made her grin darkly.

Miho stood up, her fingers threading themselves through raven tresses, pushing them away from her eyes. She fixed her shirt but then her mind went to more devious places as she’d fix her collar. Her fingers trailing down the front of her shirt, stopping at that third button. She played with the fringe for a moment before letting go. Miho would watch him, fully aware of what she was doing. She raised her eyebrow. “Still bitter about Kuroi’s absence? Or do I have to try now~?” Part of Miho knew he had to be. Even just a tiny fraction of him despite it not showing. She’d give him a chance to answer while she wrung her wrist out. “Tch. What the fuck was that back there?” No, no it was totally fine. Even if it wasn’t, it wasn’t going to stop her from grabbing him and violently beating him with her own bare hands and teeth. Pain just made her fight harder. It made her stronger. Not that he’d know. It wasn’t a setback for her, just a platform.

What was his deal with Kuroi anyway? Okay, he did his homework. Good for him. Bra-fuckin’-vo, what a good guy. Tch. Some people just wander in the wrong direction because something piqued their interest. You know, the ‘curiosity killed the cat’ sort of ordeal? It wasn’t like that for him. He was purposely looking for it. Looking for trouble. She admired that. Not many people could look Kuroi in the eye and say anything but ‘Yes, sir.’ Miho had done it on many occasions before and in return, each time, he just threatened to kill her 999 different ways. She got scars for it. She got talked down for it. Beaten and put under a hell of a lot of pressure. The kind of pressure that made you choke, like there was no oxygen. Miho knew not to make the Segunda unhappy, as much as it pleased her to do whatever she wanted, she wouldn’t. What was even more annoying was that deep down, not matter how much she ignored it, a part of her did care for her team. Imagine the next time she speaks out again Kuroi? Heh. Maybe she’ll really die on the thousandth time. Who knows?

It was clear now, though. Crystal fuckin’ clear that this wasn’t a casual stroll in. He was here for Kuroi and Kuroi alone. He wanted to kill the boss man and specifically came to this shit hole bar to do it. Miho would’ve noticed a presence of his a mile a way or something if he was just in the area doing la-di-fuckin-da. He knew he’d be here but he probably wasn’t expecting her. Even their conversation concerned Kuroi to a degree. Half of it had been flirting and racy remarks and the other half, dearest Kuroi Naito, the harbinger of Despair. Could the world just fuckin’ let up on that. Why were they obsessed with him? Maybe they were all scared of him. People often act aggressively towards something they were scared of. Or maybe not? He didn’t strike her as the type who got scared easily. He obviously had a bone to pick with him. One he couldn’t let go. That was understandable.

"That was a nice move, girl. Honestly, this is one of the best fights I've had in a long time. I'll need to lower my standards, it's never getting any better than this.”

“…Never gettin’ any better than this.” she finished the last line of the lyric with him as he spoke it, knowing what he was referencing to. The Fall Out Boy song playing in the background, coming from next door. Maybe they could leave that building alone. Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey… It was catchy stuff. Miho quite liked them. Songs she wished she could ignore and hate for its bad taste but it just ended up growing on her. She really fuckin’ liked them now. God, it sounds like cheap liquor and bad romances (though, none were quite as eventful as those that ended with someone cutting themselves and escaping on some sort of two wheeled vehicle, crying witch and ordering for her to be hanged or something. What a story that’d be…). She found herself drumming her fingers to every ‘tat’ on the wooden table next to her, mouthing the words to the chorus. It was rather nice to see he picked up on her first line. “We are professional ashes of roses. This kerosene’s live.” Her voice was low but he’d be able to tell that there was a hint of excitement behind it.

Miho picked up the very same table she’d been drumming her fingers on. “One of the best? Heh. Wait’ll you work up a sweat.” With that said, she threw the table at him. She gave it a moment to make its way to him. It was one of those large, round wooden tables. It’d block his vision of her for a moment. Miho quickly moved. Sure, she was going to wait but that wasn’t her intention. Not 100% at least. Of course shit was going to break. Miho wanted to be the one to do it though. So, she will. Miho knew his body was rock hard cause of that hierro (though that stupid, white shirt of his gave her a nice idea or two..). It was practically like a wall. She could break things against the wall. Only, this was a wall that could feel pain so she was all for it.

Miho slammed her fist as hard as she could against the wooden table that was eventually coming for him. If it landed, he’d feel the impact of the table and her fist, it would break the table apart in half, the pieces of wooden pieces flying. If it landed, maybe he’ll get a bruise or something. Or another scar. Did he have scars everywhere? It was food for thought. Hmph. He’s a smart man, that’s not gonna hurt him. He seemed to be one step ahead of her. What would hurt him was putting him in a hold and taking him out with raw strength. Maybe throwing him would be a good idea. Like, literally throwing him! Yeah! In the midst of the chips of wood flying, her other hand quickly snapped out to grab his shirt and pull him much closer to her. Miho looked up at him, wearing the smile known to minxes around the world. She grabbed at his stomach area because it was generally an area that was harder to defend. He was wearing it, it’d just help her pull him along for the ride. “Ooh.. Here’s where it gets interesting.” she purred just as she was turning on her heel and threw him into the wall adjacent to her. If it worked, there’d definitely be a nice hole about his size in the walls.

She turned her head to look at him, hands at her hip. She’d smile wryly at him. “…I’m not a good girl so don’t fuckin’ make me ask nicely. Who the hell are you?” It was weird that she had to ask him. Miho had never made any effort to learn anyone’s name nor use it properly… Or nicely for that matter. It ranged from “idiot” to “fucking idiot” to “blondie”. All three of them were kind of the same to her. Tch. Blondes were bad news for her anyways. Still, for Miho, she felt entirely out of her element asking for his name. Would she even be nice about it? She didn’t know. She wasn’t compelled to call him anything scathing. He was just this stranger she was starting to have a hell of a time with. She was actually having a good time. Miho was forgetting about Kuroi, Marcelius, Nijuu, Kouen and Chisoku. Life in Las Noches in general. This bar started somethin’ else. She liked that too.

Maybe she should’ve tried to have thrown him into the opposite wall of the bar instead. After mulling over it for a second, Miho seemed to pout. Nah. That was a bad idea. Up close and personal was more her style. After all, it was the best way to have a bar fight. This though? She wouldn’t have it any other way. Miho watched him for a moment with interest. She looked as though she could pounce any second and yet, she wouldn’t. Nope. This time, she wanted him to do something. Whoever he was. She was tired of coming to him (No.) and starting the fight. He said she had good moves and he did too. Miho wanted to see more though. She was absolutely serious when she said she wanted to see some of Akihabara go down. She motioned for him to come to her with finger, still wanting to keep up their fight. It seemed as though they were on the same page with a lot of things. How far did it go though? She had the rest of the night to figure it out.