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Post by Striker on Jan 2, 2023 16:29:31 GMT -5
My, how romantic. A whole hunt for her. Money was like Striker's second language, so she couldn't understand how someone couldn't just get them a fancy dinner. But hunting sounded, even more, labor extensive. Yeah, the heran would like that. It almost made her think twice as she shot out of his grasp and landed across from him. Unfurling herself. She rotated a shoulder as she caught her breath here, eyeing Dosu.
"Man, they don't build guys like you."
With a simple hop, the rodent managed to circumvent punted concrete. Throwing herself over it with her hands pulling her body nimbly over it. Before Dosy could get one up on her, she'd land and find time to sidestep away from a wild axe kick. She still had the stamina, even after having some life squeezed from her. For the fauxbian, the question seemed to have an obvious answer.
"Like anything, you get used to it with time. Plus, most of us don't have that sensitive a balance like you tall folk do. Perk to looking as squat as I am!"
To counter, she'd try raising a knee at his gut as he recovered from his own strike. Aiming to keep the fight going as long as he wanted it to. Shouts started to drown out the general applause and cheers as their nemesis soon poured onto the scene though. Police arrive and quickly start cornering the rapscallions on the outskirts fighting. Shutting the stage lights down in favor of the theatre's brights. The band stop playing as their power is cut, and Tulip at this point slowly starts slinking back with the rest of the band.
"Dang. Law got here a lot quicker than back home. That or this lasted a lot longer than I'm used to."
For a moment Striker let her guard down to blink at the squads rolling in. It wasn't going to be but a few seconds before the pair were set upon.
"We finish this later, eh?"
"Man, they don't build guys like you."
With a simple hop, the rodent managed to circumvent punted concrete. Throwing herself over it with her hands pulling her body nimbly over it. Before Dosy could get one up on her, she'd land and find time to sidestep away from a wild axe kick. She still had the stamina, even after having some life squeezed from her. For the fauxbian, the question seemed to have an obvious answer.
"Like anything, you get used to it with time. Plus, most of us don't have that sensitive a balance like you tall folk do. Perk to looking as squat as I am!"
To counter, she'd try raising a knee at his gut as he recovered from his own strike. Aiming to keep the fight going as long as he wanted it to. Shouts started to drown out the general applause and cheers as their nemesis soon poured onto the scene though. Police arrive and quickly start cornering the rapscallions on the outskirts fighting. Shutting the stage lights down in favor of the theatre's brights. The band stop playing as their power is cut, and Tulip at this point slowly starts slinking back with the rest of the band.
"Dang. Law got here a lot quicker than back home. That or this lasted a lot longer than I'm used to."
For a moment Striker let her guard down to blink at the squads rolling in. It wasn't going to be but a few seconds before the pair were set upon.
"We finish this later, eh?"
Striker tries pacing herself, but the cops are hot on them now!
PL: 160,000 (Full Tilt x4)
KP: 2/6 (+2)
MP: 4/6 (+1)
DAM: 70/250% (+0%)
CDN: N/A
ITEMS (0/5): N/A
RESOURCES: EXTRATERRESTRIAL (1/2), DURABILITY (1/1), KINETIC GENETICS (1/1), RAW TALENT (0/2), TRUMP CARD (1/1), SPARKING (0/1)
WC: 332
TWC: 4543
PL: 160,000 (Full Tilt x4)
KP: 2/6 (+2)
MP: 4/6 (+1)
DAM: 70/250% (+0%)
CDN: N/A
ITEMS (0/5): N/A
RESOURCES: EXTRATERRESTRIAL (1/2), DURABILITY (1/1), KINETIC GENETICS (1/1), RAW TALENT (0/2), TRUMP CARD (1/1), SPARKING (0/1)
WC: 332
TWC: 4543
