Corporate Proxy War [Joint Training / R / NDE]

[Ivan Raikov]

What a ridiculous fucking mission. That lazy fucking Captain just didn’t want to do his own job. “Just the job for you”. What a load of shit that was. Letting out a long and frustrated sigh, the man with a headful of gray hair bounced up and down against the cold metal floor. Mindless chit chatter was happening all around him but none of that mattered one bit. Not a single one of these other losers mattered at all. Not even the one he was here to meet. Try to play nice was what he was told. Like he was going to do something like that. If this fucking loser who he was supposed to meet with held him back at all, there was zero reason to lend him a hand. God when the fuck was this going to get started? Ivan Raikov had been waiting here for some time as more and more people gathered into the dark, cold, chamber of the docked ship.

”I have a mission for you! Don’t look at me like that. Stop it. This is something right up your alley. I’d do it myself but recently there have been other responsibilities with higher priorities that need tending to. Aaaaand I’m well aware you’ve been itching for more field work now that your injuries have healed. So! Cutting to the chase. There’s been some stirring happening in the Japanese underworld and I want you to find out what it is. Yes. I did say this was right up your alley just let me finish.”

“Do you know what the Kourakuen Association is? No, of course you don’t. I’ll keep it simple then. As the number of spiritual aware and awakened humans began to rise there are corporations in the human world that have begun to utilize them. When two businesses cannot come to an agreement on something, they’ll hire this association to arrange a means by which the two parties can settle this dispute. Using the most straightforward and human way possible. Violence. It started back in 1715, if I understand correctly, but with the recent wave of awakened humans it’s become much more popular than it ever has before.”

“Yours and your partner's task is simple. The Association is holding a contender competition in order to find fighters to be sponsored by corporations still looking for fighters. This is your in. I want the two of you to get noticed and picked up. See? I told you this would be your kind of thing. It’ll help get you back in the saddle after being in rehab for so long. Oh! Most important. You cannot. And I mean cannot. Let anyone know you’re a member of the Vandenreich. Neither of you can. If our enemies in Karakura found out two little baby Quincy like yourself were running around they’d eat you right up. So no revealing your identities. Got it? Who are you working with? That’s a surprise! You’ll figure it out.”

Lazy fucking Captain. He just didn’t want to do this himself. Wearing his usual combat attire of a tight fitting black shirt and gray martial arts pants, Ivan stood by himself in a corner either hopping up and down or stretching his arms. He wanted to get this over with. More and more people were filling the room. Ivan Raikov was a physically imposing man. Tall, muscular, and carrying a scowl and a bad attitude to boot. He just wanted to get this started. Tear into all these losers who were proclaiming themselves as “the strongest”. Ivan was going to show them what that really meant. But, for right now, all he could do was wait. He was on a mission after all. He couldn’t blow his fucking cover.

You need to relax.

”Shut the fuck up.”

Shaking his head to get that distraction out of it, Ivan stopped his hopping and leaned up against the cold wall. Crossing his arms across his chest, he had to wonder just what Captain Alistair was up to. Infiltrate Japans underworld? Why? What could possibly interest the Captain to have Ivan do this? But if all Ivan had to do was fight, then, he would fight. But the Captain was correct about something. Fighting a bunch of regular dipshit humans wouldn’t be too bad for him. The injury he received at the hand of that Shinigami took way too much time to heal. Physical therapy was necessary after it. Ivan was left on the back burner for way too long after that. His muscles had diminished in that time. He needed this workout to get back in shape. So maybe that was why his Captain was having him do this. Nah. It was because Captain Alistair was just fucking lazy.

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{Stats and Skills}

• [Martial Arts: MMA] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {1}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {1}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Damage Recovery] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Focus] {1}
  
  

Skill Points: 6 / 15


Ivan | brave

Strength - 100 - 150 Points

Speed - 80 - 100 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 0

Reiatsu Strength - 0

Light Aura - 40 Points

Dark Aura - 60 Points

Instinct - 40 Points

Senses - 40 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

[Catty Noir ♦]

When she had been told to engage more in the spiritual world, the last thing Catty had on her mind was using some underground fighting rings to do this. She was still very unsure of her abilities to fight, having only scarce training on the matter, but was intrigued despite that. After a while, some research led her to whatever this place was, and it absolutely reeked of man musk and broken dreams. Reaching into her gym bag, Catty fished around for a spray bottle labeled 'Lavender' and spritzed a bit on herself, as well as around her immediate area. The fresh scent of sharp lavender blossoms mixed with something she could only describe as spicy calmed her down immensely.

Hair up in a ponytail so that the ombre color became more apparent, Catty looked around the strange place and raised a brow. It wasn't very impressive, if she had to be honest, and was still kind of dirty. Almost like it was unfinished if she had to make any particular comment about it. She decided to go with a less restrictive outfit, so she wore a black sports bra with a loose black zip-up jacket on top of it. A pair of black gym leggings were partnered with her top half and came up waist high. Then, of course, she had on her white converse low-top sneakers. Just enough clothing to cover herself appropriately and also stay cool if she were to work up a sweat.

A few things caught her attention, and one of them was the amount of people. Her bright blue eyes scanned the area suspiciously, counting maybe fewer than ten others who also looked to be wearing some similar type of garb. A few were practicing punches or kicks, some were drinking some strangely thick fluid that Catty could only hope was a protein shake, and one was all alone, leaning against a wall wearing some form-fitting outfit that she could have sworn she'd seen in an anime or two. His hair, a mix of light and dark grays, seemed messy and unkempt. His attitude almost screamed out how cocky he likely was. With a scowl, Catty soon decided she should stay away from him.

Mère, why have you come here? What business do you have with these humans?

I was told this would be good practice. I fail to see how accurate that was... but I said I would give it a shot nonetheless.

I see. And he told you to come here?

Of course, mon petit chaton. I lost once before. I wish to be able to beat him when I face him again.

Fine. Just be careful. I will tear apart anyone who tries to harm you if it gets out of hand.

I expect no less!

Catty smiled at Amon's voice. The cat ear headband that he normally transformed into when he was sealed was actually inside of her gym bag, tucked away amongst her clean clothes. She didn't want anyone to see them for a few reasons: First, she felt as if she would be judged for them since no one understood their purpose even if she felt they were cute. Second, for some people, it could be a huge giveaway as to what she was. She didn't want to risk being found out immediately, if at all, so trying to look as close to a normal human as possible would be best. Amon tucked himself away within her mind, still present, but lounging as if he was ready at any moment to fight.

She was told that her goal here was to feel out other people. Every day was a reminder that she was still weak. So without much more thought, Catty found a spot in the opposite corner from where that gray-haired man was that gave her enough sense of security to settle. She dropped her bags gently down next to herself, removed her jacket, and stretched. Sliding down into a split, she leaned from side to side to loosen up her muscles, thankful for the daily stretches her parents had her do since she was young. And, of course, glance at the man across from her every now and then. He just smelled... off.

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{Catty's Stats}

Strength - [240] = 300 Points

Speed - [300] = 210 Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200] = 300 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 100 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - [160] = 120 Points

Senses - 100 Points

Energy Sensory - 50 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1150 Points

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{Catty's Skills}

[Pain Tolerance] {1}

[Martial Arts: MMA] {1}

[Battle Analysis] {1}

[Analyzing] {1}

[Illusion Resist] {1}

[Strength of Will] {1}

[Heat Tolerance] {1}

[Acrobatics] {1}

[Imitation] {1}

[Stealing] {1}

[Mirim Frost]

 "The days" She murmered as she was dropped off near where she was told her mission would be. Ah, yes, the days have indeed blurred by. She remembered it vividly to a point then didn't. She could recall the smell of burnt corpse, her bloodied, torn room, and Luke catching her. After that it all went fuzzy. She could recall the scent of burning diesel, the sounds of gunfire, the terrified screams of gangsters who had bit off more than they could chew.  Mirim Frost grumbled and adjusted the eye-patch covering the glow of her left prosthetic eye. 

 She could feel it pulse like one's own heart. The eye's heat warmed her eye socket, almost begging to be released. The chaotic flames within still burned, even more so the night she met Luke for the first time. As she approached the group of people, some of which she recognized either from the gym she frequented, or from some of the many gigs she participated in. They didn't matter. It was tempting to go chat them up, but she *had* to stay focused. Mirim promised him.

 "It's just like any other gig", she mimicked,  looking down at the ground as if she were replaying the conversation from the tall man's perspective of her, her brow furrowed, and her voice stern with the slightest hint of worry. She dare not repeat the rest of what he said. After all, this was like one of them super spy missions, except she was the hot female co-lead and not the main actor, except she was the protagonist. "Too weeird", she'd chuckle, rapping her knuckles against the side of her temple.

 He had given her some of what he called "Bugs" to plant on her person, leaving it up to her to decide. She wasn't quite smart of this kind of thing, he just said to put them where no-one would get to them. Simple enough, right? Mirim stuck one beneath her eye patch into the padding, another inside her boom box's tape compartment, one beneath her left foot inside her shoe, and the other... well.. no one needs to know. It'll be our little secret.

 She was aimless when it came to her place among these muscle clad individuals, so she figured the best place to hide would be around the outside and wait for her turn to fight patiently. She'd approach the ring of roided up fighters and set her boom box down, pulling up her hood over her silver hair. Due to her short stature and somewhat frail appearance, she would garner a few confused looks. Perhaps they thought she was just a curious onlooker. She wore a rather fitting black hoody, some athletic shorts and some out of place yellow tennis shoes which sparkled in golden glory when the correct light was shone upon it. She had come to love the hoody Shizuka had given her a while back. Fall Out Boy was one of her favorite bands, after all.

 The fullbringer grinned and stuck her tongue out at those who looked upon her with confusion and disdain, she didn't mind if peeps wanted to fight her before the event started. Frosty was ready to go at any time! When none took the rather weak bait  she'd kick the gravel beneath her feet and scoffed. "Ya'll are laaaaame~"

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Class: 5
Type: Soul Specialist Version 2
Rank: 1
TP:1508


Stats
STR 400 [100] [1200]
SPD 400 [268]
RS 100 [67]
SPR 400 [268] [1200]
INS 250 [168]
SEN 50 [34]
ES 0
LIGHT 50
DARK 50
HE: 0
SP 1600/1600

Skills
Street Fighting 2
Pain Tolerance 2
Battle Focus 2
Focused Eye 2
Anti-Stealth 2
Acrobatics 2

[Uli Babler]

Uli sighed as he walked down the street, his large fog coat made of red leather dragging behind him in the night air just below his knees. His black leather pants jangled with its buckles against his body, bumping into him with each step he took and his spiky blonde hair bobbing as well. His rose-colored sunglasses tilted down to the tip of his nose as he thought back on the orders he had been given. ‘Get to the location. Assess all possible threats and report back. Make sure your association with Xcution remains a hidden fact and do not fail.’ The orders were straight forward, sure, but that didn’t really help Uli with the thoughts that were running through his head.

The first problem thought Uli had was how well could he really assess his opponents in a straight up gang fight. The intel on this meet was that he was just supposed to get into a brawl between business rivals that had spiritually aware employees. He certainly fit the part, but he didn’t really think it was necessarily his kind of match up being a long-range fighter. He would rather pick off a target from far away than duke it out with them in a hand-to-hand contest. He knew he was a bit lanky and although he was tall his weight wasn’t necessarily in the matching ratio to be a muscle-bound freak.

The second problem circling in his brain was the fact that he wasn’t entirely figured out in this whole spiritually aware sense he had. He could pick up spiritual beings easily enough, sure. But he was on par with the average spiritually sensitive shmuck, not really able to gauge the difference between most beings he came across. Totaling up the kind of opponents around him wasn’t his usual mode of operation to begin with. He usually preferred being the gun to take out an enemy rather than to be the one to do reconnaissance.

As Uli continued towards the location he noticed a very short person with a boom box walk up to a circle of thuggish individuals and begin taunting them, her silver hair being hidden under her hood just before throwing her taunts. He did however greatly enjoy her hoody and ran up with his gushing personality spilling forth. “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!! Are you a fan of Fall Out Boy too?! Oh my god, ‘Thx Fr The Mmrs’ is number one on my Spofify playlist! Tell me you’ve got it loaded up on that boom box, puh-lease!!!!" Uli giggled as he finished gushing out his excitement and taking a quick cold look at those around him.

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{Spoiler}{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 50 (72 - 30%)
Speed - 85
Spiritual Pressure - 45
Reiatsu Strength - 117 ( 78 + 50%)
Light Aura - 70 Percent
Dark Aura - 30 Percent
Instinct- 50 Points
Senses- 50 Points
Energy sensory - 50 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Reiatsu (Energy Bank)- 450

Martial Arts: Gun Fu (1): Gun Fu, a portmanteau of gun and kung fu (also known as gun kata, bullet ballet, gymnastic gunplay or bullet arts), is a style of sophisticated close-quarters gunfight resembling a martial arts combat that combines firearms with hand-to-hand combat and traditional melee weapons in an approximately 50/50 ratio. A 1 means that you have learned the basics and can simultaneously fire a firearm while performing simple hand-to-hand maneuvers. A 2 means that you have mastered the basics and can utilize firearms during acrobatic feats and dodging maneuvers. A 3 means that you are almost a fully realized weapon incarnate and may perform almost any action with your firearm. A 4 in the art of Gun Fu means your now live and breathe in the art. You know where each bullet can fly and what it takes to simply disarm or obliterate an opponent, ricocheting bullets and even firing at projectiles to counter them. 

Battle Focus (1)- This allows the user to hone in on their enemy for advanced focusing. In a chaotic situation, those with this Skill can still recognize their enemy, actions they take, and how to combat them. Little distractions do not confuse the user. A 1 means you can resist small distractions and remain focused. A 2 means you can focus on every aspect of your enemy, such as steps and breathing. A 3 means you can find your enemies through illusions, invisibility, cloaking, and anything similar. A 4 means you are immune to weaker illusions so long as you remain focused on your enemy.

Lack of Fear (1)- Your character can either ignore fear or does not feel it at all depending on how many points are given. A 1 means you can ignore things that are mildly scary, like thriller movies. A 2 means you may be able to resist fear, but if you are exposed to it repeatedly, it may overwhelm you. A 3 means you can completely ignore any fears, including your own. A 4 means you feel no fear at all, no matter what. This can be used in tandem with Light Aura to make you unquestionably immune.

Calm Mind (1)- You are extremely good at calming yourself in battle. Anyone with the right personality can be calm and level-headed under pressure, but this Skill allows you to focus at inhuman levels to block out distractions entirely. They can even resist illusions to some degree and calm the agony that would come with a large stimulus from having high Senses. A 1 means you can block out most ambient noises. A 2 means you can resist distractions and anxiety. A 3 means you can resist weaker illusions. A 4 means you can completely avoid the pain that accompanies having high Senses.

Acrobatics (1)- You are inherently good at acrobatics. You pick up the motions and are good at learning them quickly. You can also apply them to many different situations. A 1 means you have the skills of an athlete. A 2 means you have the skills of an effortless Olympian. A 3 means you can use these skills in battle rather diversely. A 4 means you can use them in battle without trouble and can intertwine these skills with your fighting abilities.

[Elke Sia]

There was no hiding the fact that the gathering here was beyond the norm. Many of the spiritually aware and awakened grouped up to take part in this whole fiascal that made up the Association. The underworld of Karakura, often hidden in plain sight was always buried beneath without anyone knowing about it. This was what Xcution thrived in, serving as one of the larger corporations in the region. Of course, it didn't mean that there were others that wanted to throw their weight around too for the sake of bragging rights. It was the unwritten law of the underworld. A law everyone knew but never said anything about it. The Association was a way for everyone to play fair, and to allow other groups and companies to advertise, and scout potential soldiers. Elke remembered this as she participated in the past as a Nakkabaki.

The underworld was where people got things done one way or another. The sounds of her grumbling stomach tugged at the Sinners mental state, alarming the girls body that it needed substance. Back then Elke did what she had to do to earn money. She still remembered those days, being not long ago really, that she would participate in these fights to compete for cash prizes. A way to earn a quick buck often put her in hind sights with other groups that wanted to make use of her talents and abilities, seeing what her potential could lead to. Obviously Elke did the smart thing and refused. She couldn't risk the danger of being found by the Vandenreich.

The Vandenreich; the Empire that was responsible for her birth and death. Elke was born among the Soldats of the Holy Empire. She walked its halls and trained on its grounds to serve as a weapon for the Empire. But like really, who wasn't a weapon there. That wasn't the point. Or maybe it was, considering the experiments that were done onto Elke, maybe they were looking for a means to hybridize? Maybe to find a way to be immune to Hollows? Obtain a key to Hell maybe? Not a day went by that Elke was reminded of the ridicule she faced. How her horns stood out, just barely even emerging from her hair, or how her skin radiated reiatsu through her veins. She was inhuman, and was meant to be discarded once her usefulness ended. Even as those days rolled by Elke did have hope that she would accepted for what she was, or at least understood that she didn't choose this for herself. Perhaps, even her mother would understand.

She understood alright.

Elke could still hear that womans voice even made mocking, insulting, with dead fish eyes on her mothers face. The same face that gave birth to her and remained at her side. Of course, all of this was to monitor the Nakkabaki at the time, and share all of her findings to the research division. Elke understood, and ran. The Vandenreich gave her life just they had with her death. That night in Xcutions dormitory Elke felt it. The pain that surged through out her body, feeling as if her veins were being ripped out. Her body burned both inside and out, like being submerged in Antarctic waters. Her toes curled, finding it to be more comfortable to be out of her platform boots as she fell from the roof to the ground.

More Humans were entering the docked ship, climbing up the ramp or entering through the narrow walk ways into the hold to gather where the activities were about to start. The sharpened talons kept the girl in place as the balls never touched the ground. Much of the fore front of her feet did the walking that her twin tails followed in their steps. Her enlarged hands swung freely, but not enthusiastically enough to make the girl overconfident, or childish, despite the Cherry flavored Ring-Pop she was suckling on. Sweets helped to calm her down as she paced steadily down memory lane, often coming here to help buy some food during her wandering days. But now she didn't have to worry about it, much less having to come visit a place like this again. Then again, this was a part of her job.

The hoe-bag thought that a fellow Kitty girl could use a bit more sunlight, and a change in scenary. Of course, nothing was mentioned about going into some place like this until the last minute. "I can't believe I got tricked.........again." The strands of violet to blue waves of her hair were kept unkempt. Much of her clothing reflecting bad, horrid choices since.....fuck it, there was no way she was going to be able to hide anything behind a black tube-top corset, and skinny jeans. Much of her body was now emphasized by her demonic characteristics, only to rip them apart should she wear better looking outfits.



The magenta flames on the tips of her tails lit the dark corridors, much like a large candle in the dark, drawing a few eyes onto her obsedian skin. Her soft blue eyes contradicted the flare of her darker colors, especially the dark, black scleras that surrounded them. Only soft metal was scratched against her talons making way through the large room. The sounds of a boom-box beating in the background, amping a group of contestants for what was to come. The rowdiness of a newcomer praising the growing tune of the music with other people giving the side eye to them of pure distain. Elke fixed her beanie despite her horns making slots for themselves. Punks driven themselves against walls to act cool, but were just as abnoxious as those that glared, trying to intimidate the group before things began. A kitty ear headset girl that wanted to actually warm up with stretches, who knew what she was doing, or clearly didn't know what she getting into. But not Elke. Nah.

Elke proceeded past the room into the dark staircase, and sat there on the first step with only the dim lighting of her flame to keep her company.

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{ Elke Pic}

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{ Elke Status}


Strength - 200 [/30%] = 140

Speed - 135

Spiritual Pressure - 200 [*50%] = 300

Reiatsu Strength - 100

Light Aura - 40

Dark Aura - 60

Instinct - 100

Senses - 100

Energy Sensory - 0

Healing Expertise - 200


Total SP: 1035


Skillza:


1. Strength of Will - [1]


2. Acrobats - [1]


3. Lack of Fear - [1]


4. Street Fighting - [1]


5. Battle Analysis - [1]


6. Pain Tolerance - [1]


7. Battle Damage Recovery - [1]


SKP: 7/15

[Ivan Raikov]

”Tch.” Clicking his tongue in frustration, Ivan looked from the left to his right in search of his supposed “partner”. But from what he could tell he was here alone. Nobody who was supposed to recognize him had come up to him yet despite how long he had been waiting. Alistar you fucking moron. I’d bet money you didn’t send anyone else at all. His Captains laziness was rather well known in the Vandenreich. The slacking underachiever who would rather spend his time drinking and womanizing than actually doing something productive. Whatever. Leaning his head far to the left, resulting in his neck letting out a rather loud crack, Ivan would inspect the people around him he could see. As, after all, the space had become rather filled with people while Ivan had been waiting.

Men of various sizes and nationalities had filled the room. All remarkably well built. With the kind of muscles you don’t just get from lifting weights. Ivan recognized it. The sort of muscles you got from actually fighting. These men were martial artists. Of various skill levels too. Ivan’s discerning eye could pick out the ones that carried themselves differently than the other ones. Some walked with more confidence than others while there were those who walked with an abundance of arrogance. Crossing his arms across his chest and leaning up against the cool metal wall, Ivan reviewed the mission in his head again. Secure a position as a fighter for the Kourakuen Association AND keep his status as a Vandenreich soldier hidden.

Second part wouldn’t be a problem. Ivan had no interest in using those abilities anyways. Or, well, more like he couldn’t at the moment. His body was still recovering from injuries received during the Vandenreich’s last invasion into Soul Society. This would, hopefully, be his first good step to getting back on the saddle so to speak. Ivan’s attention perked up as he felt like someone was watching him. Peering through the room again Ivan finally managed to catch the gaze of a woman doing splits, peeping at him as she stretched. They’re allowing women here? Ivan scoffed, looking away with disinterest.

She wasn’t the only character here he noticed. Ivan’s attention was drawn to someone screaming about Fallout Boy to another odd looking woman. ”Freaks.” Ivan muttered to himself, ready more than ever to get this show started. Well, thankfully, Ivan didn’t have to wait long at all. The lights of the room suddenly went dark with the loud thunk of electricity being shut off. ”Hey what’s going on?” ”What’s the big idea?” ”Who just touched me?” were some of the shouts Ivan picked up on. Even he had gotten up from his position of leaning on the wall.

Lights came back on, but for the glass ceiling above the room instead of the chamber all the fighters had assembled in. Ivan had noticed the roof was made of glass before, and now he had his answer as to why that was the case. He noticed silhouettes behind the glass. People. Watching them all like they were animals in a zoo. ”Ahem, hello hello? Is this thing on. Someone wave if you can hear me. Ah-thank you. I want to thank you all for your patience. While we had set a scheduled time for this all to begin we had a few stragglers and, well, with so many of you eager contestants it took a bit longer than usual to get everything ready. Utmost apologies.”

Get to the fucking point..

”I would like to congratulate the one hundred and twenty three of you all for being here tonight. But, unfortunately, there are simply way too many of you. As you all are certainly aware, the Kourakuen Association is always in need of more fighters for our clients to take on. But there are simply far too many of you. If you want to be scouted by one of our clients then you will need to stand out. And, so, that is the purpose of this little “tournament”. The weak must be culled so that the strong that thrive as they say. But, as I said, there are simply too many of you. So! This “test” will be two parts. All you need to know is about the first one. Fight. Once there are only thirty of you left, then we can begin round two. You have two hours. If there are more than thirty fighters left, you’re all disqualified. But everything will stop once we hit thirty. Good luck and have fun!”

The lights to the main room suddenly came back on and, as predicted, things immediately went chaotic. It wasn’t clear who threw the first punch, but everyone immediately got started. The sound of combat filled the room as everyone began beating the shit out of each other. It was chaotic. With over one hundred fighters in the room, nobody was sure who to turn their attention to right away. This meant sneak attacks were prevalent. You’d look to your right just to get sucker punched from the left. Ivan watched someone in front of him hit the floor almost immediately, blood and teeth leaking out of his mouth. His victor turned his attention to Ivan, who in return could only smirk before peeling his lips back into a wolfish grin. This was more like it.

[Catty Noir ♦]

[OOC: Catty's focusing on beating up random NPCs right now, so I figured that Ray could call it at some point and we could redirect our attention toward each other as (presumably) the only spiritually aware people.]



As a few more people finally filed in, the room became very crowded very quickly. Catty didn't expect this much action out of this thing but she quickly discovered how wrong she was. A smile crept up on her face as she examined everyone else, promptly ignoring the man scoffing at her. She was right to redirect her attention, it seemed. What really ended up catching her attention was the fact that there were mostly men in here, and Catty only noticed two other ladies besides herself. Well, that wouldn't be good. There was a part of her who felt the need to protect those women if anything were to happen to them.

Then again, maybe that wouldn't be necessary. They were all here for a reason, after all. She couldn't judge a book by its cover and refused to start here. Maybe she'd judge the gray-haired man, but not these women. So after completing a few more stretches and having a couple other conversations with Amon in her mind, she stood back up, jumped around in place to shake herself out, and waited. She had no idea when this thing was supposed to start. All she knew was that she needed to do her best so she could prove herself. Catty's goal wouldn't be achievable if she didn't train.

The lights flashed off and only a few came back on, highlighting the fact that the large group of people were not alone. So there were spectators. Catty raised a brow and looked with intense scrutiny upon each of the figures, trying to see if she could tell who they were. No such luck, though. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she tried to gather herself despite the darkness, and a voice suddenly popped on from some overhead speakers. This caught her attention and she tried to find the source of the voice, but had no luck there, either. She listened to the instructions, a bit surprised to hear about the volume of people participating, but that was evident based solely on the fact that the room had gotten very full.

After removing her jacket and placing it in her gym bag that had been off to the side, Catty spotted Amon's sealed form and lightly touched it with a smile on her face. He silently wished her good luck before she zipped the bag back up, locking him within it in a safe place. They were only to use their bodies for this one, evidently. Catty wouldn't be using any of her spiritual abilities. And with the lights flashing back on to illuminate the chamber once again, people started moving. A man made an immediate move on Catty, to which she dodged quite easily. The vast majority of these people, if not all of them, were just normal humans. So what was the challenge?

After she dodged, Catty grabbed the man's shirt and yanked as hard as she could, redirecting him back the way he came at her and into another guy. They both fell to the floor, with the man she'd thrown landing straight on the other man's stomach. The latter had his breath knocked out of him and was gasping for air, but he didn't act like he wanted to get up. The former did get back up, though, and looked extremely flustered. Catty smiled and shrugged at him, causing him to gear up to come at her again. Being close to the wall, the Bount jumped enough for her attacker to basically run straight under her, and he stopped after being very confused.

Catty grabbed him by his left arm, spun him around once, then used that momentum to slam him into the wall face-first. His body went limp, but he wasn't unconscious. He had just physically yielded, so she left him alone after watching blood from his nose drip to the ground. It was probably broken, but that's just an occupational hazard for anyone in situations like these. Looking behind herself, she noticed the other guy had finally gotten up but walked off to the side where he was joined by several other beaten and bloodied guys. A few were definitely passed out on the ground, but some of the crew was coming in to grab them and move them out of the way, too. This was fascinating.

[Mirim Frost]

Mirim was a bit taken aback by another rushing up to her in such enthusiasm, prompting the smaller girl to turn and look up at the man. He'd compliment her choice in attire and she'd nod in agreement. Sure she liked fallout boy, but she wasn't wearing it because she liked the band, but because it was the most comfortable outer wear she owned, and also Shizuka gave it to her. His way of talking was also strange, coming from the girl who could only repeat words spoken by others. There was a hint of enthusiasm and flair about him, but it didn't do much to build any amount of rapport between the two. They only had just met.

"Maybe", she'd answer him. To be honest, not even she knew what all she had on the tape she picked out. It could definitely be a song from Fallout Boy or it could be a Disney classic. It could just as easily be an audio book or a language course. Anything was possible when it came to her audio library. She'd take a little step back from him, treasuring her space when it came to strangers. She was here to sing, kick ass, and passively gain intel while doing so. If anything she was relieved he didn't throw his arm around her all buddy-buddy like. If he did, he'd be the first to taste the dirt.

The audio screech of one clumsily fumbling a microphone before their host began to speak. The goal was to remain in the fight until thirty remained. The task was simple, and Mirim appreciated that. The fact she couldn't amp her strength was a bit annoying, buuut the Siren *did* promise Luke. "No powers", she reiterated as the man continued speaking. Frost tried to get a better look on the host but the crowd was tall and what she did saw was obscured by shadow. Damn.

The moment he stopped speaking, bodies would begin dropping as instinctual blows began being delivered in express time, though not for her. She'd back up, snatching her boom box and sliding it away. If it got damaged, her ability to control herself to avoided her use of powers or killing these rough folk, would by highly diminished. She'd glance over at the taller fellow that came up to her before and gestured for him to give her space. "Shoo, shoo" He was at least nice to her, so it would be a shame if she broke a few of his bones.

That was right! Luke said not to use her powers and not to kill, but he said nothing of maiming and injury. One good way to knock a person out of the fight was to break a few ribs, maybe a few limbs. She'd stretch her arms up above her head, her hands grasping her hoody and pulling it over her fit frame. Her silver hair fell over her shoulders as she hopped in place, slipping on some fingerless leather gloves on as her body began to warm up.

Fitting to the self-nicknamed Crimson Siren, she wore a two piece set of red, snug-fitting athletic gear, as if she detoured from her daily gym routine to bust some heads. Red was such a striking color. Not only was it her favorite, blood did not easily stain its beauty. Grinning, the girl held an invisible mic to her lips as she crouched down low, her finger tips gracing the floor as if she were about to launch herself not unlike an intercontinental ballistic missile.



Her free hand spun and invisible microphone and held it to her lips. Taking a deep breath she'd call out into the microphone. "Let's get ready to RUMBLE!", her voice range out into the moshpit of a croWd and launched herself, her toes only touching the ground once to keep her momentum as she cleared the ten feet between her and her target, a massive, steroid-induced brute, who had just casually knocked away a smaller combatant.

Like a battering ram, her shoulder met the brute's spine. "Feel the fire, she's entered the ring!", she spat out, her arms wrapping around the man's stomach before the force knocked him away. Her feet planted and dug into the ground as she lifted him up as much as she could and slammed his shoulders into the ground behind him. The man the brute had knocked away before her dynamic entrance would look upon this small girl suplexing this giant and choose not to interfere. Very wise.

"Her mindset only knows how to win", she sang, her slender form slipping out from beneath him to let his body fall properly. The brute grunted, grasping his shoulder and reached out to grasp at her. Mirim scoffed and caught his wrist before his hand could wrap around her neck. "This Crimson Siren will break you in two!" her other hand curled into a fist and rocketed into his elbow with enough force to shatter the joint. Pulling on the trembling limb, she would transfer that force into a kick that looped around and smashed into the side of his head, knocking the poor man out. "You will feel all her power!"

Turning, she'd see a trio of men bounding towards her, hoping to stop her before her rampage truly begun. The first through a powerful punch, but she was far faster than he was and the man put to much weight into it, causing his balance to be shattered the moment she spun around the punch, using that momentum for a punch of her own. "The Crimson Siren Mirim Frost will a-brand her name in the back of your head," As prophesized by her lyrics, her fist bounced off the back of the man's skull, revoking another soul's privilege of consciousness. She'd grasp her wrist and thrust herself into the next mark, burying her elbow into his diaphragm.

She could feel his breath leave his lungs in a single shot His body began to curl over her, but before he could fall, she'd jump up, ramming her head beneath his chin."Yeah, you feel the floor again" She'd laugh at the sound of shattering teeth and kicked off his chest, to send him to the ground and gain distance from the third. He'd cry out to pump himself up and through a rather well practiced kick of his own, but Mirim was far faster.

"Unleashing her hell", she sang as the leg zoomed overhead, her fist primed for the first target in ranged. Like a bullet, her fist pierced the air until injecting all of its physical energy directly into the combatant's unfortunately presentable taint. "You will not even hear the bell!" The force from the punch's impact alone caused him to lose footing and fall onto his back. As he sad there curling up in pain. she'd straddle him, her thighs squeezing the breath out of his lugs as they crushed his diaphragm.

"Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance,", she continued, smashing her fist into the side of his head to knock him out.

"FEEL THE POWER OF A WARRIOR, FIGHT ,FIGHT ,FIGHT , FIGHT, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLEEE!"

[Uli Babler]

Uli looked down at the little lady as she seemed disinterested in his approach of her and the fact that the most awesome band was plastered on her shirt. He sighed and gave a shoulder shrug in response before saying, "Well I hope we can enjoy those tunes sometime soon. This whole shindig is something I wouldn't expect a little thing like you to be at, nor me for that matter. But my boss said I gotta show up, something about corporate pride or whatever. Uli was absent mindedly picking his ear with his left hand as he spoke and then he heard the whir of a microphone. He then saw and heard a man proclaiming the meaning of this gathering. Uli would stifle an audible laughter as he thought about what kind of corporation would want all these muscly freaks here.

Uli scratched his head as he listened in to what the man had to say and blinked a few times behind his rose-tinted sunglasses while beginning to look around at the grinning faces. 'Oh.... That's why they wanted them here... Oh man, I don't wanna beat on a bunch of normies.' As Uli thought that his eyes widened as the little girl shooed him off and then launched herself like a flying battering ram into the growing crowd of ruffians. And then, before he could react, Uli found himself surrounded by three guys who were a little taller than his six foot and two inch height. They were only a little taller, sure, but they were way wider than his lanky fram and had some super muscles about them. Uli chuckled and coughed a bit as he held up both of his hands, sensing that none of these guys were actually spiritually aware or charged for that matter.

"Look guys. I get it, we gotta thin out the competition, but look. If you join up with m-" As Uli was speaking, he felt he was rudely interrupted by the man on his left and narrowly bent backwards in time to avoid the man's fist flying at his face. Unfortunately for the man on Uli's right, that fist crashed into him instead and broke his nose. Uli hissed as he stood back up straight and bent his knees in order to crouch in time to avoid the man in front of him going for a headbutt and Uli fell onto his back. This was on purpose as he kicked his legs into the man in front of him, smashing into his knees and causing the man to scream out in pain before falling to the ground and gripping his knees.

While Uli was on the ground, he pulled out two plastic pistol water guns from two holsters hidden inside of his jacket. These were just some training items of his for his Gun Fu but they would work well enough to assist him in falling into the flow of his moves, starting with kicking out both men's legs and leaving them to fall to the ground. As he sprayed the man on his right in the face with the water, confusing him deeply, Uli shifted his weight as he came to a crouching position before jumping up and then slamming an elbow into the jaw of the man on his left. He then began bike kicking the man on his right in the face several times until he was sure of his conscious state being lowered to null.

After finishing all three, Uli would stand up and move to a starting position for a Kata of Gun Fu, looking around with a big grin plastered across his face. Sure, this was probably going to end with a lot of people hurt severely, but Uli was already having fun and to be honest he was probably only causing these guys to go to a one night stay in a hospital rather than the morgue. Uli stepped off with his right foot while kicking the man who he had injured the knees of in the face with his left foot, knocking him out before entering the fray of the fight.

Uli began ducking punches and kicks, along with some weapons which he thought might have been prohibited but he didn't exactly mind. Most enemies he took by surprise, spraying them in the face with water before giving them an elbow to the jaw or kick to the chest. He finished a few guys with simple kicks in the neck after they hit the floor or a good heel stomp to the forehead, letting them bounce their head off the ground in order to cause the unconscious state. Murder wasn't on Uli's list for these folks, that was for sure. One thing he took of note though was during all of this, he saw that girl from before suplexing a man twice her size and would whistle at her before giving a grin and wink, heading back into the fray.

[Elke Sia]

Elke eyes were more trained on the fire that emitted from her tails. Gawking at the calm tranquil kindling that they did in the dark corner of the stair case that led to the upper section of the waiting area. There wasn't much to do honestly, at least until the show got under way. She could only wonder when that would *slam* A distant door came closing shut in the distance. The sound was definitely unmistakeable, hearing the creeping bolts move in place when something heavy was forced to close. Not only did the door come to close, but it did so unnecessarily fast too. The Akki's ears twitched. Then again. And again. Doors were being close in the distance, and they were getting closer to where she was. It didn't come to mind until the doors on the upper levels of where she sat did the same thing. She blinked dumbstruck. Then, she jumped hurriedly through the door way to see it slam shut behind her. "That was..too close for comfort." she said already feeling exhausted from the immediate rush of adrenaline.

Elke was about to find herself being taken out of whatever was going on before it even started seeing that everyone else in front was now becoming more aware of the current circumstances. The lights came to power down with a snap to turn the interior of the large meeting ground to an abyssmal void. The Sinner couldln't see in front of her for a bit at least until her eyes came to adjust themselves, but she didn't wait for long with bringing her two tails to illuminate her surroundings. She saw the Humans around her trying to feel their surroundings. Both fingers and extended palms stretched outright looking for something to call boundaries beside those who were closer to Elke. But their current predicament would be altered again.

Lights came back, but not to the extent that Elke took as a favor to them. The source of light that came to help bring some reason into the stirring abyss that the group found themselves in came from overhead, with people looking down over them. She didn't like it one bit, taking her back to the Vandenreich again. Back to being in those labs once again, with all the shots and surgeries; with her mom watching with them emotionless. The voice over head came and brought Elke back to the current situation, still finding it unnerving from personal reasons.

”Ahem, hello hello? Is this thing on. Someone wave if you can hear me. Ah-thank you. I want to thank you all for your patience. While we had set a scheduled time for this all to begin we had a few stragglers and, well, with so many of you eager contestants it took a bit longer than usual to get everything ready. Utmost apologies. I would like to congratulate the one hundred and twenty three of you all for being here tonight. But, unfortunately, there are simply way too many of you. As you all are certainly aware, the Kourakuen Association is always in need of more fighters for our clients to take on. But there are simply far too many of you. If you want to be scouted by one of our clients then you will need to stand out. And, so, that is the purpose of this little “tournament”. The weak must be culled so that the strong that thrive as they say. But, as I said, there are simply too many of you.

"Wait, doesn't that mean...

So! This “test” will be two parts. All you need to know is about the first one. Fight. Once there are only thirty of you left, then we can begin round two. You have two hours. If there are more than thirty fighters left, you’re all disqualified. But everything will stop once we hit thirty. Good luck and have fun!”

"Oh fuck."

((OCC: Yup))

Immediately, Elke heard another snap in front of her to watch someone topple onto his back, laid out. This began right before the lights thudded back on with a flying fist coming straight towards the Sinner. Elke ducked down, whipping her own foot down on the burly man's toes. He shot his foot upwards to caress the numbing bits from the cheap shot. "Ah bitc- Lights out the next second with bits of foam coming from the mouth with a swift kick to the nads. An upward swing from floor to balls, the Sinner wasn't going to take chances seeing that it was her flames that drew some attention to herself. In the midst of the darkness Elkes burning tail tips acted as a small light source for the competitors to track her. But now everyone was in the light, and already taking the words spoken to heart.

All except Elke that was.

The Sinner bobbed. The Sinner weaved. Elke ducked one swing after another to avoid getting smacked in the face, let alone being cornered in a single place. Elke had to keep moving. As she shifted from stance to stance the Sinner couldn't get why Shizuka would sign her up for this sort of mission, especially when Elke was still familiarizing herself without the use of her bow and arrow. Close knit fighting like this wasn't the girls forte having spent much of her days under the protection of her previous form, and that of her Quincy training. There was simply too much to take in all at once to really get use to her new fighting style. All the more reason why the Sinner stuck to the wall to keep much of her attention to a much more narrow persepctive. "It's because she's a total BITCHY SLUT that's why." Elke couldn't help but gruel over the thought aloud.

Then came another punch from the side, leaving the Sinner to whip underneath its length and around to the back. Elke was no stranger to fighting up close, just not comfortable with it in a new form. Yet, she still had her tricks and muscle memory to rely on. With that in mind the Sinner couldn't help but turn to what she remembered. Both arms came around the mans side to lock onto the other. And with a single heave both man and girl arched over backward for a backside suplex. Now, something came and made a loud thud when she finished the arch, leaving the man unresponsive and with her own legs straightening themselves back in front of the upside down victim. Her body slowly came back to standing position from her arched posture, slowly coming back to meet the next group of people.

A slide between their legs was the first thing that Elke did to avoid being swarmed. Her slender figure and talons worked in unison to pull herself under and through while tripping the leading man. Her claws dug into the ankles and tugged as she slid, toppling the group as a single entity. This was take a lot of moving more than what she expected.

[Ivan Raikov]

Nobody is wasting a breath.

Ivan thought to himself as he looked out at the chaos around him. The scent of sweat and blood hit his nose as people just immediately began wailing into one another, all hoping for the chance to secure a position in the remaining thirty. Ivan hadn’t realized just how lucrative a career in fighting was in Japan. An entire underground fighting world. Corporations pitting fighters against one another when they couldn’t come to a decision in an office. Okay Alistair, you worthless fucking drunk, I’ll give you some credit. His Captain had actually managed to set up a mission that the martially inclined Quincy would enjoy. Now, HOW his Captain had learned about any of this was anybody's guess. But Alexander knew a thing or two about information gathering oddly enough.

”I don’t like your vibe.” Ivan heard someone say, garnering the mans attention. The guy possessed a rather imposing figure. Large muscles. Short blonde hair kept trimmed short. Wearing the sort of karate club gi you’d expect a fighter to wear. He was approaching Ivan, making sure the belt he wore around his pants was good and tight, before taking a ready stance by lifting his arms up as if he wanted to grab Ivan. The Quincy raised an eyebrow at the man whose name, unknowingly to Ivan, was Aku. The Quincy recognized the judo stance and smirked. ”Alright. I’ll play with you.”

The fight began with Ivan launching a series of rapid jabs, testing Aku’s defenses. The blonde man moved with fluid grace, dodging and parrying the punches with ease. Ivan’s fists were a blur, each punch thrown with precision and power, but Aku’s experience in Judo allowed him to anticipate and evade the strikes. Ivan saw his chance and threw a powerful right hook aimed at Aku’s jaw. Aku, with quick-witted reflexes, sidestepped the punch and grabbed Ivan’s overextended arm, using his momentum to execute a flawless hip throw.

The Quincy's eyes widened with surprise at the sudden maneuver, having not expected how quickly his opponent could move. Ivan crashed to the ground, the impact reverberating through his body. Aku attempted to follow up with a pin, but Ivan’s boxing instincts kicked in. He twisted his body and delivered a swift uppercut from the ground, catching Aku off guard with the surprising punch angle and forcing him to release his grip. It was difficult for fighters to throw punches from the floor, considering how important the back muscles were when it came to punching, but what surprised even Ivan was how Aku sensed how dangerous the strike would have been. The guy had good instincts.

Both fighters quickly regained their footing, the intensity of their brawl escalating. Ivan, undeterred by the throw, pressed forward with renewed vigor. He unleashed a combination of hooks and uppercuts, each punch thrown with precision and power. Aku absorbed a few blows, his body rocking with the impact, but he remained composed. He waited for the right moment, then seized Ivan’s arm during a punch and pulled him into a shoulder throw, sending him sprawling once again.

Ivan’s resilience was remarkable. He rolled to his feet, his eyes burning with determination. He knew he had to adapt to Aku’s style if he wanted to win. He began to incorporate feints and footwork, trying to disrupt Aku’s rhythm. He was also aware that he was disadvantaged in this fight. Though he was wearing a tight top, clothes gave Judo users something to grab onto. The Quincy was half tempted to tear his shirt off to deny his opponent something to grab. Ivan’s strategy paid off as he managed to land a solid punch to Aku’s ribs, causing him to wince in pain. Sensing an opportunity, Ivan pressed his advantage, driving Aku back with a relentless assault.

Aku, though momentarily staggered, regained his composure. He used Ivan’s aggression against him, waiting for the perfect moment to counter. As Ivan lunged forward with a powerful cross, Aku sidestepped and executed a swift leg sweep, sending Ivan crashing to the ground once more causing the man to snarl. Aku attempted to secure a submission hold, but Ivan’s sheer strength and determination allowed him to break free and scramble to his feet before he could be pinned. The fight continued with a brutal exchange of blows and grapples. Ivan’s fists were like sledgehammers, each punch landing with bone-jarring force. Aku, though battered, used his Judo skills to deflect and redirect Ivan’s attacks, occasionally managing to throw the boxer off balance.

This was annoying. While a side of Ivan was enjoying this, another part of him was growing ever more frustrated. He cursed how weak he had gotten. It had taken him so long to fully recover from the injury that he had been dealt during the Seireitei invasion that he had lost most of the strength and speed he once possessed. If the Vandenreich had a good doctor then maybe that wouldn’t have happened. But, no, they had a barely functioning medical facility. Ivan’s relentless aggression began to take its toll on Aku. The Judo master, though skilled, was struggling to keep up with the sheer power and endurance of the boxer. Each blow Ivan landed on the man was like a sledgehammer being slammed into him. Ivan landed a devastating combination of punches, culminating in a thunderous right hook that sent Aku sprawling to the cold, metal, floor. But before he could get up, Ivan rushed in and delivered a skull-cracking soccer ball kick right to Aku’s face.

The judo user was flipped completely over, blood splashing out of his nose and mouth, as he hit the floor hard. Ivan hadn’t used a kick up until this point at all, catching Aku by complete surprise. But Ivan was shocked to see the man getting back up. He was tough. I guess you have to be to be here. Ivan concluded to himself, grinning ear to ear. Aku showed clear and incredible heart, but it was clear he was on the brink of exhaustion.

Ivan, sensing victory, moved in for the finish. He unleashed a barrage of punches, each one finding its mark with precision and power. Aku tried to clinch and buy time, but Ivan’s strength was overwhelming. With one final, crushing uppercut, Ivan sent Aku crashing to the floor once more. This time, Aku could not muster the strength to rise. Staring down at his opponent before spitting up some blood onto the floor, Ivan decided against doing anything else to the man. He had been tough and gave this current version of Ivan a decent fight. But therein lay the problem, Ivan realized. This shouldn’t have been a good fight. Ivan should have been stronger than this. Much stronger. Thrusting his neck to the left, causing it to loudly crack, Ivan scanned the room for his next opponent like a hungry wolf looking for prey.

[Catty Noir ♦]

After finishing up yet another couple of fights, Catty smirked and wiped her chin with the back of her hand in an attempt to clean some of the sweat off. Looking around the room for her next target, she clapped her hands together as if to get rid of any dirt that was left on them after beating some of these guys to a pulp. She was having fun, and the constant movement was definitely a workout even for her, but she wasn't about to let her wins get to her head. After all, she did notice a few other people who were having just as much luck as she was, including the odd gray-haired man. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw where he had almost been bested by someone but managed to overcome him. How lucky.

But he wasn't the only one. Even Catty could hear a song throughout the arena, causing her to turn her attention towards another woman with a Fall Out Boy sweatshirt. For just a moment, the Bount felt a bit of excitement within her gut since that meant they had something in common, but she didn't want to get too distracted. That would leave her open, and she simply couldn't allow that to happen. There was something about this place and she was sent here to figure it out for a reason, but that reason was starting to feel further and further away by the second. She didn't know how long it would take before most people were knocked out, but she did see that the players were dwindling.

A sudden feeling against her back had Catty whirling around to get a good look at a guy who looked like a complete giant. He had to have been close to seven feet tall and just as burly. Her eyes widened as she realized that all he did was brush against her, and it was entirely possible he didn't even notice until she'd been staring for too long. His brown eyes met her blue ones as he smirked at her and laughed. Catty recognized that look. He was underestimating her simply because he was enormous. Not knowing whether to roll her eyes or sigh, she chose both actions and didn't let his annoying face get to her.

"What's a small lady like you doing in a place like this?"

"Mon cher, I have come to deliver some bad luck."

The man lunged forward with a powerful right hook, aiming to end the fight quickly. It would have been simple for him, anyway. She's small and seemingly defenseless despite everything she had accomplished so far in this massive brawl. What he didn't realize was that she was adaptive and smart, as well as quick on her feet. She sidestepped his punch with ease, her eyes never leaving his. Catty knows she can’t take him down using traditional methods because of his size advantage,, but her agility and technique were her greatest weapons. She countered with a swift low kick to his knee, causing him to stagger.

It didn't take long before the Bount realized that his muscles were just for show and she was still somehow stronger than he was, meaning he was also just an average human. That would be good. Unfortunately, her opponent recovered quickly, using his height to try and grapple her. Catty slipped out of his grasp by lifting her arms up and swinging them around, forcing his hands loose from her shoulders. She followed up with a series of rapid strikes to his stomach, and since she had her own impressive strength for her build, the air got knocked out of him and he fell to his knees. Catty looked down on him despite his head being barely lower than her own and smiled.

"It appears your delivery has arrived quite quickly."

The woman raised her right arm, balled her hand into a fist, and slammed it straight into the man's left cheek. He spat a tooth out as small amounts of blood dripped from his lips. He swore under his breath and shook his head, not wanting to get back up. Based on how hard she hit him, it was entirely possible that the man had a concussion, and he must have been suspicious of that, as well. He promptly got up, held his hands up as he yielded, and walked out of the room. So his entire intention was to prey on who he felt was weak... What a terrible plan. She huffed a sigh again and decided to move on to the next person.

[Uli Babler]

Uli continued ducking between punches and using his skills to do the talking for him. There was no negotiating verbally with this crowd, so he would instead negotiate around them with his body. As Uli ducked beneath one fist in the chaos he would stomp on a few toes. The current foot he stamped his heel into elicited the cries from a large man and as he leaned forward, Uli stuck the barrel of his right water pistol up the man's nostril. Uli grinned and gave a, "Sh." He then pulled the trigger, engaging the mechanical system with the battery and launched several spurts of water up the man's nose and causing him to back up, gripping at his face while crying out for relief. Uli spun about in a semicircle and performed a donkey heel kick to the man's forehead while leaning with his upper body to almost reach the floor with his forehead. The man was quickly rendered unconscious and left to lay on the floor.

As Uli stood up however, he noticed something very, very strange. There was a girl cursing loudly while running around and taking on other combatants with a very sloppy performance, however that seemed to only be in regards to while cursing. He watched as this Elke slid in and out of range of attacks and when backed into a grouping, simply slipped out between their legs and toppled one of the biggest. The cascade of dominoes amongst each other was quite hilarious, and so Uli began to follow after her.

On his approach, Uli was confronted by a short man with three larger friends, seemingly a syndicate that aimed to aid eachother in being those that would remain. Uli looked down on the five foot one inch individual and simply waved a hand as if to tell him to move. Uli was busy and didn't want to mince words with someone so... dull. However that didn't stop the man from trying to assert himself through his friends. The little one snapped his fingers and Uli took a step back as the friend on his right swung for Uli's chest, missing horribly. Uli decided to teach him a lesson and, all of the gentleman in this grouping were wearing suits, gripped the tie of this individual and pulled hard. Once he was off his footing, Uli simply spun him into the friend on the left and followed up his spin with a cyclone floor kick. This was just a term for getting low to the ground and sticking out his leg with force, causing the short man and his remaining friend to collapse to the floor, knocking into each other with cranial hits.

With that concluded, Uli ran towards Elke and noticed a peculiar thing he hadn't until he was this close. She had a tail, and not just that but it had a light source. Uli yelped and quickly used both water pistol to try and put her out, fearing that the young lady might be wearing a prosthetic or accessory that had been lit on fire. However, as he did, he saw that someone was trying to tackle into the girl and that would not stand. Uli, while continuing to fire at her tail, bloted forward and leapt through the air. He tucked his head low and felt the top of his skull slam into the assailant's jaw and left him flying unconsciously through the air in a different trajectory. Uli however fell to the ground next to Elke and turned his head. He grinned up at her and, with his right hand still holding his water pistol, waved at her. "Hello. Are you alright?"

[Elke Sia]

Now, she could have sworn that she heard the bell ring. The sound of a bell going off that was usually used in the boxing arena or something of the sort. Like really? A bell like that being used here among a few dozen people bashing at each other. Who the Hell could hear that in all this ruckus? Well, she didn't have to look far or wide to see where the sound came from. Everything pointed to the guys she toppled over, with the closest to her holding his pair of bells on the ground. Stomach in and ass out, he was really holding them together after a swift kick right between, ringing as loudly as any guy could go cracking his voice. Like that was possible. At first Elke believed that things were looking up, seeing around that the numbers were going d-

"AAHH! MY ASS!" An immediate jolt went right up from ass to shoulders, making the Sinner shiver uncontrolably until she registered what happened. Now the Sinner knew that she didn't shit herself, because she would smelled it and pointed fingers at someone else entirely, but luckily that wasn't the case. Another scenario could have been that someone stabbed her. The only issue with that thought was that there wasn't any pain. Both tails whipped, lashing away from whatever caused the sensation to be drawn closer to herself. Although they managed to keep themselves from getting any wetter, Elke had to be one to take on the cause of it. But what came from her spinning around was a face to face encounter with someone looking to charge her. Elke was already about to move back to avoid getting caught in the tackle, but thanks to bell balls laying on top of the other guys in a one way dog pile she wasn't going to make it.

*WHACK*

Instantly the gnashing of two heads came together almost just as loud as the Sinner glanced back in a bit of a shock as to what had occurred. Shimmering azure eyes from the veil of her bangs, Elke gazed down to see an idiot with..."Toy....GUNS!" What idiot brings squirt guns, probably modeled after the super soakers that wash board back at headquarters uses. But honestly, who brings toy guns to a fight like this and "Hello. Are you alright?" There was only one proper way to respond to someone who just save her life in this manner, "You are a fucking idiot." in both awe and eye twitching with irritation. So, this was the reason why her ass felt like she had swamp ass, and the thought wasn't hilarious or desired. What she wanted to really do was get this anger out of her system, "So you're the one who has been getting MY FUCKING ASS WET YOU MOTHERFU- Elke squealed, feeling thick forearms wrapped around her arms and chest.

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One of the men that were toppled over on the bottom of the earlier dog pile got back up, and went immediately after the Sinner. Her legs were left dangling as he drew her away from the pile up squeezing her body inward. Elke found it hard to breath. Her shoulders left as if they were going to give out. "AAAHHH FUCKKK" That was when another bell she could have sworn sounded off. It sounded but then quickly cut off by a painful shriek. A jagged edge from behind Elkes heel had swung back, and dug into soft hanging sacks between the man's legs before shortly finding her sharped toe nails come swinging upright. A heavy thud sounded with the ball of the Sinners foot came back up to the man dead in the ridge of his nose. A single hand remained groping the woman, clenching onto her corset. Elke shoved her ass outward into him, throwing the man off his legs and tossed over her back to her front.

Similar to a Judo throw, but very amateurish, the Sinner had the man flop over her body with her upper jacket torn off with a small portion of her corset. Elke was pissed. "Damn it all, this costs money you know?" Blood trailed the back of Elke's heel as it rose up to meet with another combantant that was drawing close to her. Spinning her foot up high Elke took a swing swiping across the mans cheek as another joined with another. Hands began to grab onto her at her legs and what remained of her shirt. Pulling and tugging in different directions Elke was being pulled in opposite directions. Her fangs parted with portions of clothing being peeled away from her. She had enough. Elke flexed what reiatsu she had in her body, causing the veins of her body to glow hot and singe the tightly woven garments on her body to have herself rip out of them, and away from the many gripping her.

The small group surrounded her, taking several steps away with both confusion and shock at what they were seeing. Horns that protruded from the scalp. Twin tails of a feline that whipped now freely in the opened space behind her. Toes that were merged together with her talons on both her feet and hands. Flesh as dark as Obsedian with nothing to illuminate it but the pulsating reiatsu that flowed her arteries, highlighting the silhouette in the dark tanker. Elke snarled at the small group, poising herself with both arms and legs readied on the ground. Her rear raised with claws latched onto the cold metal beneath her, pouncing ahead with talons now pushed ahead of her. Hot claws met with cloth and flesh, burning slightly light cigarette buds into the mans chest. Elke found herself ontop of the man trying to pull the girl's hands out as she raised her body upward into the air, keeping the man down as her foundation. And with a twist of her abdomen and legs, did both slender legs stretch out to twist, kicing those that came charging towards her.

[Kitai Yoru]

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