Yoko was thrilled that she has agreed to the fight. He wasn't even really sure why he had made the offer in the first place, but made it he had and he was looking forward to having this cat around for a very long time to come. He watched her draw her weapon and close her hand around the locket she wore. He smirked.
'Probably a nervous habit.' He thought to himself. She let go of the necklace and began to circle him; her sword ready in her right hand. Yoko watched her, waiting for her to strike first. Suddenly without warning, she struck. She ran at him with amazing speed and took a swipe at his right arm. He dodged as she turned and rushed at him again. Satira swung her sword in a wide arch, but missed him again. She frowned as she took a step back.
"Ok so he's fast." She muttered to herself. "Be he still doesn't have a weapon and that gives me the advantage."
Satira ran at him again, from the left this time and then swerved to the right. Yoko saw her sudden change in direction and leapt out of the way, narrowly missing the tip of her sword. He heard her give a growl of aggravation as she moved back once again and glared at him.
"You're playing with me!" she accused. Yoko had to fight to keep the laugh from rising. She was right, he was. He probably could have won by now, but he was having too much fun.
"Look!" she snapped at him. "I am in a hurry and I am only in this stupid little fight because I am being forced to, so can you stop playing around and fight me!" Yoko raised an eyebrow in amusement. So she really wanted a fight did she? Yoko nodded patronizingly.
"As you wish." He said with a bow, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance. "But remember, you asked for this." he warned. Satira steeled herself and readied her sword again. She watched as Yoko seemingly pulled a rose from nowhere and held in between his fingers. She looked at him incredulously. He was going to fight her….with a flower? She rolled her eyes once again. Fine! If he wanted to be a jerk and keep playing then let him, but she was going to kick it up a notch and get this over with. She didn't have time to play his games. Especially if he was going to pretend to fight with a flower!
Yoko held the rose in his hands and watched her expression. He had seen that one before. Annoyance and irritation. But she would be surprised like all the rest when she found out what this flower could do. He smirked. How he was going to enjoy having her around. Satira moved her sword into a fighting position and ran at him again. He nimble leapt out of the way but let out a gasp of shock as her sword extended. He quickly recovered and dodged the extended weapon as it nicked his arm. A thin line of blood appeared as he moved out of her reach and looked at it in surprise. Kuroune, who had been watching with amusement, looked just as shocked as Yoko. Her weapon has just gotten longer.
"Surprised?" Satira asked Yoko. He looked up from his arm to frown at her. "My sword is more than what it seems." She pressed a small button on the side of the hilt and snapped her wrist. Her sword split into six segments with a flexible piece of wire between each, turning it into a metallic whip. "So don't underestimate me." She quipped as she let go of the button and her whip like sword returned to its original form. She crossed her arms looking smug. "Maybe this will teach you not to patronize me by pretending to fight with a flower!"
"I think you're the one who is underestimating me." Yoko said to her. She uncrossed her arms and looked uncertainly at the flower. Yoko held the flower and before Satira knew what was happening, Yoko was running at her with a vine-like whip. She gasped as she barely had time to move. The two started seriously dueling each other. Satira trying to slash him with her sword; Yoko trying to cut her with his whip. Neither was going to lose. Yoko flicked a small seed at Satira which hit her wrist. But she was so caught up in the fight that she failed to notice. Yoko smirked as he waited for the right moment. Satira charged at him as Yoko maneuvered himself behind her. Satira smiled. "I have you now!" she yelled as she hit the button and swung her once again whip-like sword around to slice him. Yoko concentrated his energy on the seed as vines instantly engulfed her sword, preventing it from transforming into a whip. Satira gasped in shock as Yoko wrapped his own whip around her sword and yanked it out of her grasp. Her eyes followed her vine covered sword as it arched in the air and landed a few feet away. She made a dash for it, but Yoko's whip wound around her ankle, tripping her. She fell to the ground with a thud and looked up to see Yoko's smirk.
"I won."