A touch of...Destiny (Devon/open)

[Ryu Hayabusa]

OOC: continued from here: phs259.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=highschool&thread=4610

Well, first off, Ryu had bolted straight out of the school the same way he'd come in. Not slowing down for any one or any thing. If need be, he juked around or jumped over a few of the sneakier fuckers who decided to pop up in his path. Dashing head long, he bent down and scooped up his backpack, leaving whirlwinds in his wake as he bolted full circle around building two. Heading into the right entrance of building one, the opposite of the side he'd exited, he skidded to a halt at the entrance of the first set of stairs. Proceeding to vault up the stairs, he leapt first to the far wall, then kicking off of said wall, launched himself onto the railing of the second flight of stairs. From there, he rocketed back off of the railing, rotated ninety degrees, and landed on the top most railing at the very top of the stairs. Vaulting over this, he bolted down the second floor corridor, heading to the next flight of stairs.

What the figgity fuck was he running from, you ask? A five foot-five, fifteen year old girl. Why was the Evil Angel running from a little girl? He sorta wasn't. Kinda was...sorta wasn't. He was trying to get away from her persistent little ass, yes... But it was also a test. She was no kind of fast, and if she could keep up with his speed, or at least manage to track him down, he'd teach her.

...

...Well...kick her ass once or twice, at any rate. As it stood, he had no means to be formally teaching any one. Nor, at the moment, did he care to.

Either way, Ryu free ran his way to the roof, closing the door behind him. Looking out over the edge of the roof, he contemplated screwing with the girl further by jumping clear over to building two's roof.... Alas, he deemed the distance too far to jump, and instead bolted back toward the door he'd come through, jumped, and ran up the side of the eight foot tall roof protrusion, and promptly laid down on it, using his backpack as a pillow, and breathing slowly for his sped up heartbeat.

Almost completely out of sight, short of walking to the edge of the roof and looking back. This should prove amusing.

[<DeVoN>]

((OOC: The post soundtrack.))

To be perfectly honest, at first, it wasn't too hard to follow the kid through the hallway. While no, she couldn't quite keep up with him per se (despite her greatest efforts to do so), she noticed a couple of things left in his wake. The frazzled students as they got out of the way, the gusts of wind and blown papers, the now-closing doors... they all marked his path. Thus, it was fairly easy to track his moments. A bit down the hall, she spotted some punk's skateboard laying against one of the lockers. Having barely used one on the past, yet knowing how helpful the extra speed would be, she snatched it up as she whizzed by, invoking the wrath of the idiot standing right next to it.

"YOU PUNK! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS BACK HERE, MOTHERFUCKER!!"

So with that, she gained a bit of speed. Not nearly enough to catch up to her prey, of course, but enough to keep up a bit more to his speed.

That is, at least... until she set foot into building two.

As soon as she first sped past the doors, her Hoe-a-Meter went off like crazy. Going right down the hall, heading her way to the entrance of the building, was a girl... sophomore, she guessed. Long, wavy hair with beach blonde highlights, low-cut shirt, and short-as-fuck pleated pink skirt. Devon jumped off the skateboard at this sight, catching it, and her eyes looking right at the girl. The sophomore looked right back, blinking slight confusion.

"...Yes? Can I help y--OHMYGOD!!! THAT HURTS!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEE?!?!!"

She had been punched right in the nose, smashing it almost completely. Devon then punched her right in the eye, sending the girl flying back and hitting her head on an open locker. Others simply looked on in equally confused horror as Devon then jumped back onto the girl without a single utterance and started to beat her face to a bloody, puffed up mess. Once Devon was satisfied with her handiwork, she stepped back and cupped her chin, admiring her work for a moment as the girl's cheeks dripped with a combination of tears and blood.

"...An improvement, I'd say. And yes, you can help me. Put some fuckin' pants on."

As soon as she said that, she heard the skateboarder punk approaching, screaming his head off at Devon. She quickly remembered that she had a sensei to chase, and got right back on the skateboard, going into the building.

Problem with this was... now she had no unearthly idea as to where he had gone. Fuck. By this time, he could be anywhere. She doubted he would have left the building yet, though. He would have wanted to lead her around in circles a bit more before doing that, undoubtedly. With that, she decided that the best course of action would be to work her way up from here.

And thus, she did. Unfortunately, she had to stop at the stairs, having not nearly enough skill with this kinda shit to grind up the railings or some shit like that. This wasn't some Tony Hawk game, where you could make anyone and your grandma a skating champ. So she had to run up them. Kinda lame, but yeah, at least she was able to stay ahead of the skater punk.

Eventually, she reached the roof, looking around for any sign of her sensei. None quite yet... damn. Did she make a wrong turn? Maybe he did go to another building after all...

"GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKIN' BOARD, YOU COCKSUCKING PRICK!!"

Devon looked back at the kid with her black hole of a gaze, and held the board up for him to see.

"You want it? Sure. Go get it."

With that, she chucked the skateboard right over the edge of the roof. Screaming more profanities, the punk tried to go after it, but it was too late. It fell all four stories, cracking in half as it hit the ground, wheels rolling in all directions from the momentum. Devon walked over to the edge of the roof a few feet away from the punk and watched the skateboard's ultimate fate.

"...Wow. Can't even handle a fall from a couple stories high? Where'd you get that piece of shit, Dollar Palace?"

The punk looked up at her, his face red with fury.

"You... GAY COCKSUCKING FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! YOU RUINED MY BOARD!!"

He then lept at her, hands outreached to strangle her neck. She simply ducked his attempt, causing him to land flat on his face. Devon then walked over, sat down on his back, grabbed the back of his head, pulling it up for a moment as she spoke.

"By the way, how'd a girl both be gay and be a cocksucking bitch at the same time? If you're going to talk like a fuckin' asshole, at least have your insults make sense."

*Crunch*

"Dumbass."

Blood stained the cement floor as his neck was stepped on, shoving his head down and breaking his nose. He screamed out in pain, trying to get up, but still getting pinned down. And considering that the kid that was pinning him down was not even 120 pounds, you could tell this kid was a weakling. Finally, she spotted a hint of black up on the very top of the roof. Standing up and keeping one foot still on the kid's neck, she began to recognize the bit of black as her sensei. Devon called out to him, shouting over the frenzied screams of the poser kid beneath her, yet still retaining that same look on her face as she always did.

"Ah, there you are. Figured you were up here somewhere. Got a bit delayed, but... here I am."

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu had actually bothered to nod off up there. He was quickly seeing the appeal of people coming up onto the school roofs to doze and altogether get away from people. Eyes snapping open as the noise set out on the roof, pupils shrinking from the halo like state that his irises took on when another personality was in control. 'Berserker' was Ryu's subconscious, and thus had command of Ryu's body when he was 'asleep'. Staying perfectly still, Ryu stared up at the sky as he let his ears tell him what was going on. She was on the roof, and she'd been chased by someone. Not much older than she was, probably. Maybe not at all.

A cracking crash told him that something had just hit the ground... Four stories down. Skateboard, huh? Hmph. So she'd taken to cheating to keep up with him. Ah but she still didn't know he was actually here. For all she knew, he'd jumped off of the roof already. Hah. He wished he could survive a forty foot drop. Twenty to twenty five was about his limit, and even then, his legs would be hurting like a motherfucker. Hrmmm. Maybe the Senpuu Uwagi could help him with that. Even if he mastered the jacket entirely, he doubted he could fly, but it's wind manipulation could probably reduce the speed he fell at....

Then her voice sounded in his direction... Crap. He sighed, grabbed the backpack out from under his head, and blindly tossed it at her head. If she didn't move, it would most likely hit, but then she wasn't that stupid. Rolling up on his shoulders, he pushed off the ground and launched clear off the top of the roof access. "Fine." He said upon landing in a slight crouch. Looking down, "Get rid of the trash, first. And I do mean that way." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder to the stairs.

He didn't need the death of some random prick on his ass. Kid probably barely even deserved the ass kicking she gave him. She did steal his shit, after all.

[<DeVoN>]

Devon caught the backpack flying at her head and slumped it over her shoulder.

Let's be honest. When Ryu told Devon to take out the trash, she had a slight urge to drop the kid off the roof. Slight. Very slight. Just a TEEENY bit. But not enough to get her to do it.

Besides, sensei had pointed to the staircase. Shrugging, she dragged the kid by the collar, making her way past the Japanese kid to the door. The skateboarding punk, on the other hand, put his hands to his nose, his eyes widening at the blood.

"Fuck, you bitch, didja hafta break my fuckin nose, too...?"

"Nope."

She arrived at the top of the staircase and lifted the kid up in front of her.

"Buuuut I felt like doing it anyway."

With that, she punted him down the stairs, with him sliding down each step on his ass and landing almost head-first at the bottom. Devon watched the decent with mild amusement. He'd be fine after a bit. A broken nose, a bruised bottom... he'd recover. With that, she turned back to her sensei, backpack still slung over her shoulder, and expression blank as she spoke.

"So.

You think my hat'll just get in the way, or should I leave it on?"

........To be fair, he never did answer that question.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu turned whilst still crouched in a very 'Japanese hoodlum' manner, watching her display. She certainly was interesting. And that other fucker certainly was weak. Someone who was as slow as she was couldn't possibly have much more power than that, could she? Hell, she was probably weaker than she was fast. And yet she demolished that stupid fucker. Damn...259 was as full of weaklings as it was gods, wasn't it? Fuckin' hell.

Standing from his crouch, he shrugged and walked toward her a bit. "Up to you, really. A hat is easy enough to take off in the middle of a fight, so I can't say wear it for the simple fact that you wouldn't have the time before someone punched you in the face." Looking down the stairs, she'd done almost exactly what he would have... Interesting.

"Either way. You're gonna want to close that door." She wouldn't have the chance if she hadn't already, however. His body flashed forward and his right leg whipped out. She'd said 'even his half-assed punts were strong', right? So he kept it at half power. One to the stomach, one directly for the head. Or chest if she doubled over at the first strike, which would put the second kick right on top of her beanie.

His backpack and all, he'd send her tumbling back down the stairs. At least she'd have something to land on down there.

[<DeVoN>]

~"Up to you, really. A hat is easy enough to take off in the middle of a fight, so I can't say wear it for the simple fact that you wouldn't have the time before someone punched you in the face." "Either way. You're gonna want to close that door."~

Okay, I should probably put my hat in my-- ...Huhwha?

Before Devon could put together exactly what was happening, the kid was right in front of her, kicking her in the stomach, causing her to hunch over a bit, partially in pain, but mostly in surprise and reflex. The second kick sent her beanie flying down the stairs, revealing her messy, spikey mess of a hair to the open air. This caught her a bit off-balance, and she desperately tried to keep balance, or at least land a hit on him before she lost balance. Alas, it was not meant to be, for as she tried to land a punch on him, she was already falling back.

...Awww, shit.

She bumped and rolled down the stairs, muttering curses to herself under her breath, though a few words were accented by the feel of her body hitting each stair.

"...sonuvawhoreuvabitchuvawhoreuvasonuvawhoreuva..."

She landed at the bottom right on her back (the backpack thankfully cushioning this last landing), a little dazed for a moment before shaking her head a bit, then realizing that she didn't have her hat on.

"...Fuck, not again..."

She looked around, only to realize she was sitting on it. It was a good thing that the skateboarder punk hadn't stayed around... having to land on his skinny ass would have not only been uncomfortable, but extremely annoying. She straightened it out, and after making sure it hadn't been damaged in any way, she shoved it into one of the many deep pockets on her cargo shorts. Standing and looking up at her sensei, she began to wonder...

"Right, so... you gonna come down the stairs, or am I gonna hafta fight my way back up, or what?"

Either way, she stepped back away from the stairs a bit and got into a basic fighting stance, right foot a bit in front of the left, knees a bit bent, and hands positioned in front of her face and body in semi-open palms. If he came down, she would be ready. If she was gonna have to fight her way up... well, she'd have time to think about that later, now, wouldn't she?

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu walked slowly into the open doorway. Putting his hands in his coat pockets, he shrugged down at the girl. "Either way. Coming up here would give you more room. Might have a slightly smaller disadvantage with more room to move. Especially considering I'm not about to throw you off the roof." He started walking down the stairs, and that option was already gone. "If you want that again, then you'd better get down the stairs, unless you think the smaller area will help. Have to think. Always think. How can you use shit to your advantage? What sort of combat does your opponent utilize? Is he all over the place? Would restricted space help you? Or is he linear? Would having a small area to run around just make it harder for you to dodge?"

He stomped lazily down the steps toward her, footsteps worlds heavier than they normally were. "I can't teach you how to fight. I can't make you better. I can only tell you what works, and have you try it. If it works for you, great. If not, then you have to adapt what I've said into your own way of doing things." He'd start approaching the bottom of the first flight of the two that made up each floor traversal. "Know why no two teachers are alike? Because no two people are alike. No two people see the same things the same exact way. Everything is perception, even how you fight."

If she was in the way of reaching the landing, he'd flick his leg into her stomach to launch her back out of the way. "I can take advantage of someone being in the air. Perhaps because of your size, you can't, you need to put them on the ground first. I can't teach you how that works. I can only pressure you until you get better. Until you know what works, and make it do so."

[<DeVoN>]

~"Either way. Coming up here would give you more room. Might have a slightly smaller disadvantage with more room to move. Especially considering I'm not about to throw you off the roof."~

Well, that's reassuring.

~"If you want that again, then you'd better get down the stairs, unless you think the smaller area will help. Have to think. Always think. How can you use shit to your advantage? What sort of combat does your opponent utilize? Is he all over the place? Would restricted space help you? Or is he linear? Would having a small area to run around just make it harder for you to dodge?"~

Now that right there was a bit of a problem. Sure, she understood what he said and agreed with it, but... what style did he have? Linear or spread out? Frankly, from what she had seen, he had been fairly good at either style. Maybe a little linearish. Maybe. Now given, she knew she wasn't going to be able to beat this guy. None the less, she felt it a tad pointless to practice figuring out such things when her opponent didn't seem to follow any sort of style.

~"I can't teach you how to fight. I can't make you better. I can only tell you what works, and have you try it. If it works for you, great. If not, then you have to adapt what I've said into your own way of doing things."~

...Well, ch'yeah, that's kinda obvious. Senseis aren't any cure-all for talentless wimps or nothin'. I guess what I'm supposed to do is to keep his words in mind during my fights in the future. If this lesson's just gonna be talk without any sorta application, though...

~"Know why no two teachers are alike? Because no two people are alike. No two people see the same things the same exact way. Everything is perception, even how you fight."~

...Seriously? Ain't that Common Sense 101 there? I guess some people need to be reminded of that, though, I guess. You can't just take another person's fighting style and expect for it to work for you just 'cause it works for them.

Devon moved back a little more, making sure there was enough room for her sensei at the bottom of the staircase, yet kept her defensive stance. She didn't want to take any chances with him catching her off-guard like that again.

~"I can take advantage of someone being in the air. Perhaps because of your size, you can't, you need to put them on the ground first. I can't teach you how that works. I can only pressure you until you get better. Until you know what works, and make it do so."~

Oh, good, I LOVE pressure.

She managed to hold back the urge to say that last thought out loud, thinking to herself for a split second before speaking, slowly backing up down the rest of the staircase.

"So all things considered, 'specially the physical differences between you and I, pro'bly a more level setting'd be best. If we faught right there on the stairs, with you havin' the upper ground AND bein' taller than me, I wouldn't have a prayer."

Not that I'd have one anyway, even if I DID actually pray... Even if I was the one up top, it'd be like dropping a baby into a blender, as much as I hate to admit it.

"So level ground it'd be. More capable of controllin' movements and shit.

Now in terms of linear or spread out... you don't really follow one particular style at a time, do you? But I'm more comfortable in a spread-out sort of area myself, so it would probably be better to find a place where I can utilize that.

In other words, I probably should have gone back up to the roof where there was more room. Then again, if i tried to do so just straightforwardly, then you, my opponent, could pretty much just stand by the door and kick me down the stairs again, and that'd get me nowhere. But whether or not my opponent would do that depends on how much of a cheap-ass they are.

If they're not a cheap-ass, then they'd let me up, and we'd continue on with the match. If they were, then probably the best course of action would be to lure them down into the main building, where there would at least be a level playing ground. While not as open as the roof area, both opponents could continue in a level fighting area without too much trouble arranging things on my part.

And whaddaya know? I didn't even have to do much of anything, and it looks like it worked."

Devon almost felt like smirking--almost-- but managed to keep her expression calm as usual. She slid back into her defensive stance and lowered her head slightly, staring up at him through shadowed black eyes.

"So. Anything else, sensei?"

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu kept walking, listening with a base level of attention. No reason to cling to her words, but he wasn't ignoring her, either. Once she finished speaking, "Basically. Except for a few things: Once you're down to the ground, you then have to worry about walls. I wasn't about to throw you off a forty foot drop, but in here, I can smash you through as many walls as I like. I also don't need to worry about going over the edge myself." He marched across the landing with normal footsteps, then started down the second set of stairs. "Another thing. Down there, you've got people all over the place. Someone is bound to get in the way. Not every one stays out of fights." Stomping down the stairs again, they echoed tinnily as his bulking weight crashed on each one.

"As for my style, I do as every one ought to. I adjust. If one thing works, use it. If it doesn't, switch it up. As for not knowing, putting yourself in an area that play's to your strengths is the best you can do in that situation. If you fight dirty, take it into an Alley where you can chuck a trash can at them. If you fight clean, make sure there's nothing around that they can use." Same as before, if she was too close to the bottom of the stairs, he'd kick at her for her to get the hell out of the way.

"It's all basic knowledge, but that's all fighting is... Know the basics, and apply them correctly. Fancy moves may be fun, and they torment your enemy when you can pull them off, but what happens when you can't? You get screwed. Same thing goes with every thing else, not just flippy shit." He'd walk out into the hall, pushing past any one in the way. Soon enough, they'd get the hint and back away from him and the girl he'd be facing. "It also depends on your temperament at the time. If you feel like playing, and have the confidence to, do it. If you don't, don't fuck around and just crush them. Trying to play when you're in a bad mood can throw off your movements, and trying to power house when you feel like screwing around can make you subconsciously restrict your power."

At this point, he was just yammering shit about fighting that he felt like yammering. She wanted a teacher, maybe being a crappy one would throw her off. Either way, it didn't really matter to him. If 'teaching her' meant he'd just kick her ass every other day, then that was fine with him. He'd get stronger for it regardless.

"Now then. Let's see what you've got." IE: I'm lazy, you go first.

[<DeVoN>]

Walls... yeah, that was a good point. Hadn't thought much about them. The people back in her old middle school had been such wimps that thinking about most of these things had not been much of a necessity. As for people... if they got involved, they got involved. Though strategy-wise, it was a good idea to think about people getting in the way, Devon didn't really care either way. If other people got involved, they were meant to be involved.

From there, her sensei just seemed to talk common sense, about switching styles, checking your surroundings, yada yada yada... He wasn't even trying, was he? Just running his mouth off about whatever. There had to be more to this than just all this stupidity. I mean... she knew this. What kind of idiot did he take her for? She knew that he would be able to teach her more than just this. She felt in deep in her bones. This wasn't the extent of what she could learn from this man.

And thus, she would wait, still staring up at him from below, waiting for him to finish talking. Once he told her to show him what she got, she resisted the urge to just jump right into the fray. She had to think first. Analyze a little. Speed was of utmost importance against this particular opponent. Never stay in one place; doing so will make it all too easy for him to run circles around you.

Hopping from side to side a bit to get her legs moving, she fell to her left, running towards her opponent's right side. At the last second before she was in range, Devon stepped to the right, her left elbow aiming right for his solar plexus. Regardless of whether or not this hit, her right fist would then aim for an uppercut.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu almost yawned as he watched her bounce around. Her speed seemed even more minuscule now, though if he looked objectionably, she was probably slightly faster... It was that pattern of movement. It never really worked, and it only made you look slower. ..Well, that wasn't completely true. It wouldn't work on Ryu. Nor any one who used wide sweeping attacks like Ryu occasionally did. A boxer might be fooled by that sort of movement. Sure they had their wide punches, but even they were limited. Boxing was extremely linear, and despite the stance that Ryu periodically (Read: damn near always) chose to take, he sure as fuck wasn't a boxer.

But, the point here was to see what she had. Hell, he probably would have been better off saying 'hit me with your best shot'. Heh. Ryu wished he could meet an opponent who gave him a free shot. Poor bastard would die from Ryu's most powerful attack... Sitting around and waiting for the small eternity it took the girl to finally reach him, Ryu simply sat there. Clenching his jaw and tensing his gut, he took the elbow with out so much as a grunt in the wrong direction, and tilted his head up with the upper cut, reducing it to the point where he barely even felt the blow.

"That the strongest you can hit?" He'd ask, giving her exactly a second before his right leg lifted and would plant on her chest. Not a kick, a plant. Solid footing for half a second, less, before he shot his foot out. It would hurt much less than a kick, and do less damage, but she'd go flying just as far. Clear across the hall if it didn't push her down to the ground first. In which case, she'd likely roll back all the way across the hall.

[<DeVoN>]

...Huh.

Well, to be honest, that wasn't too much of a shocker. At least he grunted at the elbow. That was a good sign... sorta. Maybe. Not really.

~"That the strongest you can hit?"~

Devon knew what was coming. She knew she wouldn't be able to properly dodge it, but she knew it was coming. Therefore, by instinct, she jerked her body to the side a tiny bit before her sensei's foot moved, letting it hit her a bit less directly. As a result, instead of being shot down the hall, she was shoved back a bit less, instead regaining her footing just a few meters away from him. In response to his question, she simply rubbed her ribcage, making sure it wasn't too injured... which it wasn't. Bitch wasn't even trying! I mean, that kinda made sense, seeing how he could probably crush her skull just by poking it if he wanted to, and he was supposed to teach her, not kill her. Still, though.

"...Sure as fuck hope not. We'll see soon enough, though, won't we?"

With that, she broke into a dash straight towards him. Time to change around a bit. The whole boxing-sorta-shit didn't seem to work with him... so the next thing to try would be to meet him head-on, right? That was the reasonable conclusion, anyways. In any case, she didn't even bother trying to do any fancy footwork. Well... except for the left kick aimed for the side of his right knee. That was mainly to distract, though. This would be followed by her right hand, formed in a phoenix eye fist, throwing itself full-force into his sternum.

Did she expect to hurt him? No. Did she expect to even impress him in the slightest? Not really, no. But hey, he wanted her best shot, didn't he? And that was what he was going to get.

And if he still said she was weak, she's kick him in the balls, full-force. Not like he'd need those to teach her how to fight, right?

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Yep. That bouncing bullshit she was pulling before had made her paltry speed all the worse. Catching a glimpse of her dashing speed, he readied for the next shots. Every move she made was plain and obvious to him. He saw it as she started to do it. Almost as though she had a foreimage. A shadow of her self extending in front of her attack, revealing where it was headed. Crouching slightly, Ryu leaned to the left. The bend in his knee took that kick of hers in stride and instead of the exposed bone on his chest, his thick right pectoral took the shot.

"Better." He'd comment as the dull thud from his chest quickly faded, "Speed adds to impact, creating more power. Learn it, use it." He'd continue as his left arm tensed, and his right arm whipped out while loose, tightening in the air. Against her, it wasn't needed, but he'd performed a feint. Creating an obvious movement in the tensing of the left arm, she'd react to that and not see the swift right coming. That was the plan, any way, not that she would be able to avoid his attack any way. He was just too fast.

That right hand would drop in a half strength hook punch to the forehead. Nothing major, and in a strong area. Little head jarring, but no real damage.

[<DeVoN>]

~"Better. Speed adds to impact, creating more power. Learn it, use it."~

Yeah... being such a small girl (both height-wise and overall mass-wise), strength had always been a little bit of a problem for Devon. Thankfully, most of the people she had fought with back in middle school didn't even have enough stamina to last a ten-meter dash, so that thankfully hadn't been that much of a problem. Here, on the other hand... well, looking at her current situation, the result was pretty obvious. She would have to get a bit more strength behind her muscles if she wanted to even be able to bruise some of the stronger kids here. Same with speed... she wasn't all that fast, but the idiots back in middle school would most likely react to her punching them in the face two seconds after her fist connected.

...Okay, SLIGHT exaggeration. But as far as Devon was concerned, it wasn't by much.

AAAAAAAANYWAYS.~

Devon barely had time to see her sensei's left arm tensing before his right fist hit her right in the forehead. Her vision blurred for a moment and her head ached a bit in pain as she lept a few feet back. Her eyes even seemed to cross for a brief second before her eyesight was back in focus.

ROUND THREE! FIGHT!

She rushed straight towards him again, deciding not to try any feints or anything like he did. That would have been alright for a slower and more easily distracted opponent, but in this case, she would just be flaunting her slowness like before. Straight speed was the way to go. She could only hope that the fact that she wasn't trying any sort of feints right now would make her that much more predictable for her opponent, though...

In any case, Devon rushed in and punched him in the stomach, following it up by a palm-up knife hand strike to the bottom of the neck.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu straightened out and stretched a little bit as she readied to jump back into the fray. Pulling his left hand out of his pocket, he lifted both arms over his head and leaned back. Spine cracking lightly, he ceased the stretch and lowered his arms as the girl started to move. His eyes flicked to the sides and caught people watching on the side lines. Their faces gave him a sudden urge to hit something. Or more specifically, hit them with something. And that was exactly what he went to go do.

In a rather two birds, one stone scenario, Ryu's hands flicked into the path of her attacks. His right hand pushed aside her fist as his torso turned to side along the attack, and his left grabbed her other wrist. With a twist of her arm, a counter clock wise spin, and a small grunting shout, Ryu would physically toss the girl into the spectators. Looking to land her sideways, she'd manage to take out three random schmucks who were standing too close, if all went well.

From there, Ryu would simply sit and wait.

OOC: short and blah XP