The woman in front of Asuka raised her arm and punched her in the face. Asuka Kazama fell to the floor gasping for breath.
Paul noticed his girl on the floor. He pulled her to her feet and she glared at this woman furiously. But then, remembering it wasn't her who threw the punch, turned and rested her head upon Paul's shoulder.
This woman, her hair black, black as ever, eyes glowed a gorgeous yellow golden, and purple slime caressing her otherwise naked figure. She smiled, smiled a wide sort of smirk.
Asuka, now that she was truly on her feet, decided to pick a fight with this stranger. She had decided she hadn't much to loose at that. The Kazama girl knew it wasn't of her style but she hadn't anything she could do otherwise.
She threw a punch. And another.
Then, within a brief moment, an image shot through her head. Her auntie. Supposedly dead by the hands of Ogre. Asuka stopped her frantic waves of fight. Could it be? She did recall seeing her auntie's three ring circus combo come from demon. Of course, it could've been just a move she acquired throughout the time she'd been in fight. After all Jin produced the combo as well. Maybe just coincidence. But Asuka knew not what to believe. She sighed and spoke allowed, "What now?" tears nearly filled the young girl's brown eyes. She closed them tightly as she turned to Paul. He embraced her compassionately as she cried.
Dear, sweet, Asuka, why must you cry? Paul thought to himself, wishing there was some way to help this sad little girl.