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'Fight!!!'
Myrai and Ayane squared up to each other. Myrai circled her opponent deciding when to bite, her hands were out in front of her. Ayane on the other hand was just walking along casually, hands to her side. The irritation and frustration was evident on Myrai's face.
Myrai attacked quickly, very quickly. Her hand crashing into Ayane's mid section, Ayane tumbled to the ground. The crowd started to laugh and cheer, thinking that the fight was over.
Ayane sprang to her feet. She attacked, quickly, smashing Myrai in the face with her right foot. Myrai stumbled backward but kept to her feet, she would have fallen to the ground if she only had known what would happen next. Myrai charged forward. Ayane sidestepped and stuck her left foot out, Myrai fell throught the air then suddenly Ayane's right foot smashed upwards. Myrai was forced high into the air, then Ayane jumped smashing her fist into Myrai's stomach.
Myrai crashed to the ground. Very weak, but she struggled to her feet. Ayane came forward again, she grabbed Myrai's hair and lifted Myrai effortlessly into the air. Ayane waited as Myrai began to plummet before pounding her left foot into Myrai's face, the opponent was beat but Ayane wasn't finished. Myrai seemed to float in the air as suddenly Ayane smashed her right foot upwards into Myrai's side. A crack of ribs? Ayane sweeped her left leg, now, through the air hitting Myrai square in her gut. Myrai flew back a few feet smashing into and through a car windscreen. Myrai was beat.
Ayane walked up to the loud mouth and took her winnings. A 1000 francs, not much but enough to survive in Paris a few days and get a plane ticket out to Japan.
Night
Opera House
The sweet voice, a familiar voice. The opera, Ayane didn't seem to care about operas too much. She didn't seem to care about much anyway. That was her problem. She was cold inside, had no cares, barely had love. But inside her she did feel some compassion, somewhere. What did Hayabusa say? "Remember Kasumi is blood. Your own blood." Maybe there could be a day where sister and sister are reunited? Before Ayane knew it, Helena had stopped singing and people were getting up to leave. Ayane stood up. Ready or not.
'That was brilliant Helena. I'm sure your mother is very proud.'
'I'm sure she is,' replied Helena to an attendant.
'Well that's the show over for another night. See you tomorrow'
'Yes, bye Francine,' replied Helena.
Francine closed the dressing room door behind her then crashed into a purple haired lady.
'Oh, sorry. Um, excuse me but this area is kind of not public,' said Francine.
'Oh, sorry,' mimicked the lady, 'I was looking for the bathroom.
'Oh, just down the hall there,' said Francine.
'Oh, thank you so much.' The purple haired lady turned and began to wander down the hall to the bathroom. Francine watched as the lady entered, then she turned and went out the back entrance to the opera house.