Benitsubasa couldn't hide her smirk as Kuruse attacked. Attacking relentlessly her trident like a guided missile beaming straight for her organs. These weren't tapping blows, this wasn't for sport or for fun. Kuruse was aiming to kill her, impale her with that damn trident. Benitsubasa swiftly smacked the stabbing thrust to the side, dashing in with a punch beaming forward, but at the very last second Kuruse dashed around the blow and prepped to stab her again. "Ha!" The Red Sekirei laughed dodging passed the thrust with a keen grace, both sliding to ends.
"You're not too bad with that trident." Benitsubasa commented crouching into a loose stance, eyes blazing with fire and malice. "But, you must know there's no way you can beat me with just that alone..." She nodded back to Musubi, who was slowly recovering from the beating she took solely on her stomach. "Melon tits back there tried to do something along the same lines and you see how she ended up." Of course she wasn't going to mention Kuruse was more skilled than Musubi-that she was aiming to kill her where as the buxom brunette was fighting for mere sport, as if it was fun. But, she has the moves scouted by now, Kuruse needed a gap of a couple feet to weave in and out, her thrusts were deadly precise, but she took note of her leg placement on each thrust.
Kuruse's only response was a frown and springing forward going on the attack then. Musubi was still down she'd need to be careful on how she advanced from this point on until her comrade recovered. Benitsubasa was powerful and has surprising speed and agility, it was a deadly combo, but with Musubi flanking her and vice versa she could offset that agility by just a fraction-it wasn't much but it was enough. Springing back from a right cross, she slid to the side using one hand to support her body on the slick cement, and she dashed forward going for another thrust. Will she dodge or block? She questioned silently, the gap closed, and Benitsubasa dodged once again at the last fraction of a second and reared back with her left fist. Now! Kuruse slid forward, skewing her trajectory by just a few inches-Benitsubasa's eyes shot wide, her mouth almost gaping as one prong beamed straight for her head.
Benitsubasa ducked on instinct feeling something tear on her scalp, pink strands fell in her focal point of vision, she just dodged that attack. She wasn't expecting Kuruse to change her attack in mid-move. She didn't ponder this point however, instead she shot towards Kuruse before the auburn-haired Sekirei could prep herself and launched her right fist forward angling it just a few degrees.
Kuruse had only a second to react, her trident wouldn't provide enough cover from this attack, she strained and beamed to the side hair swishing every which way, but the fist still rocketed towards her and met its mark right on her jawline. She had no time to cry out in obvious pain as she was flung back off of her feet and into a metal beam. "Agghhh..." Her throat hitched as the oxygen was driven from her lungs, she felt the steel give way from the impact and jar back, on instinct she dived forward not glancing back to see the beam fall into the water below casting a huge splash behind her. She had little time to gather her bearing as she spotted a pink flash-dodged to the left watching Benitsubasa's fist impact with what remained of the one beam she crashed into, there was a loud groan as it fell down.
Kuruse spat once, her eyes blazing with anger. Blood. She could taste the thick and metallic liquid, her eyes narrowing as she whipped her mouth with her arm. So, it is going to run down to the factor of time... She stood to her feet, crouching into a comfortable stance as she watched Benitusbasa recover from her missed attack the pink haired Sekirei taking in the damage she caused. Before she could set her stance-Kuruse lunged forward, letting out a cry she swung her trident in a wide arc, the prongs swiped blindingly fast, but Benitsubasa was quicker and dodged the blow, spinning to the side, lashing out with her fist, Kuruse read into the move and nimbly evaded the strike dashing back in.
They continued dashing and speeding back and forth, this time there was no ceremony no talks just fighting. Kuruse swung, jabbed, and struck out, at the same time Benitsubasa lashed out with a combination of punches aiming high and low forcing Kuruse to adapt on the fly. Neither was willing to give the other an inch, both blocked and evaded the deadly strikes dancing about the slicked cement not missing a step or over balancing. It would put onlookers in a trance, their eyes trying to read into their movements-their five conventional senses honing on the two fighters and even their ki sense, but not everyone had the former and so they'd miss the timely dodges, then angled punches, and skewed thrusts. It was a dance of the highest level, a deadly dance where only one woman would be standing above the other in triumph the other lying on her back unable to move an inch.
"Raahh!" Benitsubasa exclaimed, punching forward as Kuruse shifted her grasp striking forward with her trident. Their attacks both met their marks, Benitsubasa's jaw and Kuruses' gut-they slid back forcing the cement to purchase but it was well sliced over at this point and there was no give. Ever the quick thinker Kuruse jabbed her trident forward, the ground heaved and caved as the prongs tore through it like hot butter forcing her to come to a stop inhaling briskly. Benitsubasa's way was less graceful, she chose to slam her boot into the ground completely stopping on a dime and leaving a foot sized crater in the cement. Both stood poised, eyes locking and hands tightening into fists and on the cold steel, neither blinked nor moved, as if daring the other to make the first move.
"You know." Haihane cracked a grin, laughing softly. "She can't do anything without destroying something."
"That goes double with fighting." Luna nodded her head in agreement, watching another beam heave and break from the shorter Sekirei's power. "There goes another beam."
"Destructive little thing." Koto said with a sigh. Honestly she was hard to deal with, but moments like these when all of that pent up aggression and energy was being unleashed on someone else he couldn't bring himself to care in the least. It would be doing them all a favor knock out each support steel beam holding this atrocity up and the whole thing could come crumbling down with these cowards. Hopefully they drowned or got crushed by the debris. "At least she's having fun." He shrugged.
"How unlike you Koto-kun." Karasuba turned to face him, curiosity dancing on her features. "I was expecting a scathing remark, but what you said works too... It's sensible at least, if I was to fight them it'd be over before it even started." She was well known for finishing her opponents with one move, in fact it was what she was known for. Leaving a body that was fractured in six places and a pool of blood running down the cement.
"True enough."
Benitsubasa continued her pursuit, she had Kuruse on the defensive now. Perfect. This is where she was at her pinnacle. Pushing her opponent into a corner, pressing her attacks with nothing short of a relentless pace. And she spotted it-a small lapse in Kuruse's step, it wouldn't be noticeable to a novice, it was a small opening the barest of chances-she took it and beamed a fist forward smashing it right in the center of Kuruse's stomach drawing a gasp out of her and sending her reeling back. The trident user struggled to gather her bearing, her boots sliding across the cement as she fought for balance, with vigor she jabbed her trident into the cement again halting her trek.
"You're starting to slow down." Benitsubasa taunted with an arrogant smirk, clenching her fists tightly. "Don't tell me you're already gassed out! I haven't even begun to get started, at least provide me with some entertainment you weak little thing!" Seeing her glare back she chuckled resting her fists on her hips. "But, I forgot you're bound to some pathetic monkey who's too scared to even blink right now." It was over, this fight was over-she shot forward easily tripling her speed and swung forward, blood rushing as she seen Kuruse's eyes widen with shock. She was the prey, her prey, and she was the predator, Benitsubasa forced more energy into her fist. Her limb rocketed forward at astronomical speeds, she'd punch Kuruse all the way to Kyoto with this.
"I said don't slander my Minato-san!" Musubi appeared almost instantly, fist already beaming forward as she swooped in from the side anger burning in her chocolate eyes. Benitsubasa reacted the only way she could, letting out a feral snarl as she couldn't make a move-already committed to the strike on Kuruse, she couldn't dodge nor block, and her feet were off the ground. Musubi let out a cry as her fist connected dead center on the shorter Sekirei's jaw getting a pained gasp and grunt from the shorter Sekirei as she beamed off to the side crashing into a steel beam, the impact was bone jarring and Benitsubasa felt blood welling up in the back of her throat. She slammed a hand on the cement-cracking it and pushed herself up, but her eyes went wide.
"You're too cocky!" Kuruse grinned in triumph as she extended both arms forward, her trident launching itself towards the shorter Sekirei. But, she didn't stop there exerting more energy forward, her trident glowed brightly-almost blindingly so as not one more or six more, but dozens upon dozens-almost hundreds of tridents rocketed forward all skewing a few degrees as they got closer and closer, the gap nonexistent with their superior speed and placement. She may be able to dodge one or two of them, maybe even seven, but six dozen or more is highly doubtful... Kuruse's smiled widened as she kept tabs on each trident, the trajectory changed ever so slightly the shaft itself bending and twisting to compensate for the sheer speed thy were moving. "And, now it has cost you!" Kuruse shouted over the roar of thunder that rattled the ground and quaked the sky above.
"Washboard! Dodge!" Haihane screamed, eyes wide with shock.
"Beni! You fucking moronic imbecile!" Koto roared in alarm and anger. "Do something! Now!"
Benitsubasa grunted softly, focusing the bulk of her energy into her fist until it swirled with an ethereal force and glowed a bright pink, as pink as her hair. She felt blood seeping from dozens of wounds-she had to act fast! "PULVERIZER!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, rocketing her fist downward as fast as she could. What happened next could be explained in a million ways-this was just one of those ways. Benitsubasa's fist crashed through the cement as if it was Styrofoam, the impact causing a massive explosion that rocked the entire bridge, dozens of cement fragments flew up in front of her and around her colliding with the tridents as they continued their pursuit. The collision was every bit as destructive and furious as they could come, the tridents clawed, gouged, ripped, shredded, and tore through the massive sized debris, dust and fragments of the explosion flew in every direction-even Minato was forced to cover his eyes along with members of the squad as the furious barrage continued. Several steel beams groaned in protest the debris combined with tridents gouged and tore into them, but the tridents that remained continued forward with deathly precision fluttering through the smoke, causing even more explosions to sound off followed by a loud scream of anger and rage.
Another way to describe it was chaos, beautiful chaos. Tridents collided with cement and steel shredding and gashing through it, several fragments of both were sent flying in every direction-same pieces as large as a small car sailed over the edge. It was destruction at its finest point, precision at its pinnacle; Kuruse's tridents continued barraging forward, their trajectory skewing-ripping boulders to small pieces. It continued, and continued, both sides battering the other until there was finally no more left to give-in this case gouge or slash. The entire area shrouded in thick smoke, fragments of the collision continued raining down as steady as the water droplets, finally stopping after several long moments.
Musubi inhaled briskly, staggering for a few steps, finally catching herself and going into a crouch panting. "We..." She took a deep breath. "Got her."
"Yeah..." Kuruse nodded, panting herself, falling to one knee struggling to regain her breath. That attack took a lot out of her, it was a last resort which she used only when she was backed into a corner-she could count the times she used it on one hand, and those were times when she was being chased. It was a shame her kin could be so petty and ridiculous as to try and actually haul her off to their Ashikabi, pitiful if she had to say herself. "We got her all right, stupid girl was too arrogant for her own good." She cracked a smile. "Good hit, Musubi-san."
"Thanks!" Musubi gushed, hauling herself up to a standing base, her knees weak and legs as heavy as lead but she kept herself standing. "The plan worked, but..." She frowned glancing through the clouds of smoke and dust, eyes settling on the other members of the squad-Karasuba mainly. "There's still more..."
Kuruse gave a weary nod of acknowledgement. That last attack sapped most of my energy... I barely have enough to keep myself crouched, let alone stand. This is bad, really bad... She flipped through her mental pages, trying to find something-anything to come out of this victorious. But, the longer she thought about it, the more she could feel herself deflate. I... There's no way I could fight, and beat the others... And the Demon Commander as well as the Black Sekirei are present.
"Kuruse-san..." Musubi's voce yanked her from her train of thought, Kuruse turned to see what she wanted. But, the buxom Sekirei's eyes were settled on the place where Benitsubasa as before, the ground gashed and ripped part of the bridge was completely gone from the torrent of impacts and explosions. "She is still..." Musubi narrowed her eyes-there Benitsubasa stood seething, blood dripping down her arms and legs where segments of her kimono and boots were torn, the sleeves of her top completely gone, and her hair which was kept up with a daisy clip was now down shagging behind her; the clip having been long knocked off by one blow earlier in the fight.
"Damn it..." Kuruse hissed.
"Heh, you know for a minute there I was actually scared." The shorter Sekirei grinned menacingly, smashing one fist into her glove slowly advancing forward on her two opponents. Pain. It was a familiar but unfamiliar sensation, very few people could actually hurt her. "But, it wasn't enough as you can see..." She laughed, noting the glares both beamed. "I like that, defiant to the end. Now, it's my turn... Which one of you are going to beg for mercy first?"
Koto slowly brought his arms down, having crossed them the minute the first impact occurred. That attack was something else entirely, he was watching all of their movements searching for a weakness-finding several, but Kuruse's trident barrage. That he wasn't anticipating. His eyes gazed around sharply, the part of the bridge where Benitsubasa stood prior was jagged and gashed the beams completely gone. "Damn it what is she doing!?" He growled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "She's too arrogant, this is ridiculous."
"I'd have to agree..." Luna nodded, dusting some residue from her arm. She surveyed the battlefield, eyes almost widening at the damage caused, how was Minaka going to talk his way out of this one? Something to ponder later. "Kuruse-san is talented."
"Indeed, she has potential." Karasuba agreed with a small shrug.
"Hate to break this up, but washboard is blabbering..." Haihane sighed, it was common with Benitsubasa.
Koto, having already had enough with Benitsubasa's arrogance, picked up a rather large piece of cement. One of the fragments from Benitsubasa's Pulverizer, having to resort to that move-which had the potential to level entire city blocks, was unnecessary. "We should put Kuruse on the squad and kick Benitsubsa." He grated out, whipping the fragment forward; Benitsubasa continued talking down to her two opponents-giving them tome to gain their breath. But, a huge chunk crashed into the side of her head, her vision flashed for a moment before it sharpened.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?" She roared, eyes burning with anger as she turned them onto him.
Koto's eyes glinted, narrowing to slits. "You've played around long enough! It's time to finish them off and get this over with, you've danced around long enough. That attack would have shredded you, and you were going to try and dodge all of those!" Koto snapped back, the rain starting to fall much faster as his voice rang through the air. "And, don't take that tone with me..." He grated out, voice sharp and clipped.
"Uh oh, that can't be good... Even the Red Sekirei is afraid of that boy..." Haruka gulped audibly. Kuno nodded in agreement, while Minato just watched with all intent his heart racing as fear ran through his mind. He could feel it-Kuruse was running low on energy, he didn't know how he knew but he just did...
"It's not..." Minato's face was grim. "I think that's Koto." He gulped softly, his teeth grinding from suspense and fear-a bit of anticipation too. He remembered Matsu warning him extensively about Koto, the Demon Commander of the Discipline Squad. And judging from Benitsubasa's reaction Matsu was spot on.
"I said stop fooling around!" Koto snapped again, knocking the trio out of their conversation. All eyes turned to a trembling Benitsubasa-but it wasn't fear, but anger... A lot of anger.
"Kuruse-san, can you still fight?" Musubi asked, face set in determination.
The trident user frowned, not saying her thoughts out loud. That was her last attack-her ace in the hole whenever she was in a tight spot, this was the first time it didn't work. Her breaths were sharp, and her entire body felt like a block of lead-it was a miracle she could still stand. But, she couldn't let Musubi charge back in alone. "I can..." Kuruse took a deep breath, heaving, righting herself.
"Whatever..." Benitsubasa grumbled in obvious anger, who the hell did Koto think he was to start screaming at her, and even throw a rock at her!? He was not her Ashikabi, he wasn't Natsuo, he was her superior; but that didn't mean she had to listen. But, she didn't want to deal with another outburst. "Well, you heard the guy..." Benitsubasa scoffed, sneering at Koto. "Looks like the fun is over, at least for you that is" She chuckled, twisting her neck to the side. "You can barely stand up after that attack, and you melon tits..."
"Haa!" Musubi snapped a punch out, the gap between them nonexistent; Benitsubasa leaned back bobbing her head to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike. This again... Benitsubasa stepped to the side evading another punch from Musubi, who pressed hard ahead, and she seen it. A flash. Dashing back to the side, she lined it up, and shot forward punching Kuruse across the jaw launching her back, tumbling across the ground painfully Kuruse slowed to a stop a few feet away.
With blinding speed, Musubi threw a left cross growling softly as it came short-just by an inch, she narrowed her eyes dashing forward to follow up her assault. Benitsubasa glanced to the side, spotting Kuruse who had yet to move, Musubi was relentless she could give her that much. They continued dashing back and forth trading blows and dodging them all the same-it was clear that Benitsubasa was slowly taking complete control of the fight. Musubi's blows came fast but their aim was skewed by a few inches.
"Too slow!" Benitsubasa shouted, catching Musubi by the wrist, and she twisted it wrenching it to its breaking point; Musubi cried out in pain her entire body almost collapsing. Never before had she felt this hopeless-her arm could be broken at anytime. "Now..." Benitsubasa rammed her fist forward, smashing it dead on Musubi's stomach, letting go of her arm and letting the impact take her off of her feet.
Benitsubasa gave her no time to gather her bearings, she barely gave her enough time to take a breath. And her fist crashed against Musubi's jaw sending her flying back coming to a wild tumble across the ground sliding to a stop. Her top tearing and shredding from the impact, her skin peeling and burning. She inhaled, spitting harshly as blood filled her mouth. "Now that one really hurt..." She said, voice straining with pain as she brought herself into a crouch. "She's two steps ahead of me, everything I do she's countering..." For once she sounded intelligent, not so bubbly.
"I'm glad you see it's useless to fight against it now." Benitsubasa took off into a sprint, blood coursing, eyes blazing. She'd finish these two off, her own way and at her own pace; NOT what Koto wanted. To hell with what he wanted, she'd take their vicious sparring sessions over actually listening all the time. "But, don't stop. Even if it is useless at least keep me entertained." And entertained she was, Musubi charged in unleashing a barrage of punches, aiming high and low, to the sides, and for her nose; she was leaving no stone unturned. And then, Benitsubasa snapped her arm out, hand open and clenched it around Musubi's throat lifting her off of her feet.
Musubi let out a choked scream as Benitsubasa's fingers literally clenched into her windpipe. Her nearly limp body jolted, hands surging to the hand suffocating her. She gasped. She retched, She heaved. Benitsubasa slammed home punch after punch into the buxom Sekirei's stomach, grinning with satisfaction as she felt to bones buckle and her abdomen hitch. "You arrogant bitch!" Kuruse screamed, phasing into sight just a few inches from Benitsubasa, trident pointed forward. Benitsubasa's eyes widened for a moment, and she acted, dropping Musubi to a broken heap, but it was too late-she dodged the prongs, but not the follow up shoulder block into her ribs with the blunt side of the trident-adding several hundred more pounds of force.
Benitsubasa hissed loudly, lungs losing almost all their air, the slicked cement didn't do her any favors. With a growl, she slammed her foot back, halting her trek while leaving a good sized hole in the cement. She stepped, but felt a small pain jolt in her torso-maybe a bruise forming or cracked rib. Nothing to worry about. "Who the hell do you think you're calling a bitch!?" Benitsubasa was quick to respond to the insult, glaring at Kuruse. That little trident user crossed several lines during this fight, but now she just crossed the big one. "NOBODY calls me a bitch!" She roared, shooting forward, fist colliding with Kuruse's trident.
Bacon, eggs, toast, french toast, sausage, waffles, pancakes, and dozens of more foods were in the fridge as Uzume explained. Or ingredients to make said food dish-Toyotama didn't eat anything instant. He would say he was dumbfounded, wish he could, but one of his Sekirei had their MBI card and that meant that it was a shopping spree. Literally. There must be at least five hundred dollars worth from what he seen so far. He got busy taking out everything he needed, and began to cook with little delay, he'd be making quite a bit so better to start strong.
"I'm stuck cooking again..." Ryu shut his eyes, sighing. He had no problem with cooking, but just the outrageous amounts they all ate, him included he had to make a lot of food. And he had no help from anyone; but he couldn't complain about the task since Uzume did hold up her end of the deal. It was only right he did the same. She had also mentioned something about a new costume, he could just nod at that, there was nothing else he could do considering he'd be dumbfounded when he seen her in it. Uzume could be a bit obscene.
The weather didn't get any better, he dully noted. It still rained hard and fast, lightning cracking as thunder rumbled shaking the whole house. It was a surprise everyone was still asleep save for him and Uzume, after a few of those loud booms he thought one of them would be up. Sekirei were all heavy sleepers he supposed. His mind drew away from the rain, hearing the door open behind him. Good she can help me out... He thought flipping over a few pieces of bacon. "Uzune I need-" he turned around, eyes nearly bulging from his sockets. He pressed one hand to his nose as he stumbled forward-in the process nearly knocking down the entire pan of bacon. "Oh my God Uzume!" He hush yelled. Uzume stood in the middle of a door way with light blue shorts. Yeah they were shorts, just super short with a yellow trimming and a white line going around above it, her top was the same color with thin yellow straps. A line went down each side of chest, yellow in color; the top was short exposing half of her stomach. Yellow laces on the top of her shirt completed the top, she looped each one all the way up. Silver high heels completed her outfit.
It was a miracle she could wear something like this.
"You need something?" She asked a bit too innocently.
"That outfit!" He recovered, breathing deeply. He was feeling a bit hazy.
"Oh! You noticed, I was saving it. I figured now was a good time to wear it." She smiled, sauntering towards him. "Remember we have a deal." She stopped beside him, noting the restraint in his eyes. He was focused on cooking, which was understandable if he dumped the bacon grease on his arm it was going to leave a nasty burn-and he was cooking six other things. "It all looks so good!" She chortled one hand sliding through the top of his hakama. Ryu inhaled sharply, stiffening, tightening his hold on the spatula in his left hand. "You didn't tell me if you liked this outfit on me." She pouted cutely.
"I can barely think..." He strained out, almost jolting-if it wasn't for his focus on staying even he would have jolted from that last brush.
"I take that as a yes." She smiled, eyes beaming with mischief. "I'll wear this every time we're alone if you want..." She kissed his cheek.
"Uzume!" Ryu fumbled with three pancakes almost dropping them. "Ahhh! Shit. I almost dropped the waffles too."
"I can't help it I feel as if a dam has been released." Uzume's other hand eagerly clasped onto his obi slowly undoing it. "I don't think I can keep this torrent back!"
"You're really..." Ryu took a deep breath. "Killing me..."
"I know." Uzume grinned, kissing him full on the lips, continuing her strokes. "I'll stop being such a tease honey." She laughed. "On second thought.
"Now you know I like you, despite our rough patch." Toyotama started, blue eyes narrowed as she pondered on it. "But, this Ahiko is too much. I've said no, We all said no even you." She thought it was urgent when Ahiko said it was well urgent-she wasn't however expecting Ahiko talking about running off to the rescue for those sorry asses. She was gathered with Nanaha and Ahiko-the former wearing a red half top showing off her stomach barely containing her breasts, red jeans with a stripe going down the outside of each leg, knee high white boots and a red bandana completed her outfit. The bandana has the Sekirei symbol in the center of it and was tied in the middle to front of her head keeping a large portion of bangs from hanging over her eyes.
"But Toyotama-san-"
"I don't usually put my two cents in, but I'm with Toyotama-san." Nanaha spoke up giving a serious stare to each of the girls in tow. All present except for Yashima and Yomi; Yomi for obvious reasons. Yashima on the other hand was spoiled and rotten and beyond selfish, they were better off without her if she had to say so.
"It's raining outside, I need to take a shower and get dressed..." Toyotama paused, rubbing her forehead and letting a tired sigh escape her lips. "That doesn't include me going off to save two cowards who refuse to fight, and a doormat who lets everyone walk all over him. It's not my problem-if they want to go play hero and die so be it, but that doesn't effect me. Not in the least." She wasn't going to play hero and go running out, that was ridiculous. This was every man for himself, she was not going to do favors for anyone.
"How can you be so cold?" Ahiko asked, angered slightly. She got it was a competition, but Minato was a friend, Ryu's friend. They lived at the inn for so long, always together laughing and eating, Minato was a kind person. Though he was lacking in the confidence department, he still had a good heart that much she was certain of. "We can't leave them to just die! They're are friends."
"Speak for yourself." Toyotama interjected coldly. "They are by no means my friends. It's their choice to do what they're doing now. It's not my place to interfere, and like I said before I have other things to do besides running out and trying to save a bunch of morons and two cowards." She didn't flinch from the glare Ahiko shot at her, but she didn't care, they were cool now yes. But that didn't mean she was going to start doing inane things. "Is this why you said to be in our battle outfits, I should have figured..."
"This is a bit sudden Ahiko-san..." Nanaha said with an apologetic expression. "It's a losing battle, even if we go it won't make a difference."
"But-"
"Shut up! No means NO!" Toyotama growled, having enough of this.
"Fine! I'll just go alone!"
"But, you can't!" Nanaha cried. "You'll die."
"You are fucking ridiculous!" Toyotama snapped, gripping her staff tighter. "You're hellbent on going, and you know I can't let you go alone..." She approached the taller girl and with no hesitation smacked her across the side of the head, several times.
"Ow! What was that for!" Ahiko whined.
"Being stupid." Nanaha chimed in, seeing the shock on Ahiko's face she explained. "Just saying."
"I'm not..."
"Shut up and move your ass!" Toyotama gave her a firm smack on the behind with her staff, drawing a yelp out of Ahiko as she jolted forward hands massaging her shapely rump. "Before I start kicking it until you can't sit down for three months!"
"Okay!"
"Shut up and move it!"