Ahiko and Benitsubasa picked up from where they left off. If it was possible they moved even faster-despite her injuries Benitsubasa was still going strong. Ahiko always had amazing speed and endurance. It was evident whenever Ahiko would block a punch her teeth grit, and she was forced to dig her boots into the cement. Benitsubasa had incredible strength-it was even greater than her own. But, she kept Benitsubasa hard pressed to stay on defense, darting back and forth in and out lashing out with six-seven strikes at a given time. She took a shot to give a shot, it was a sound strategy.
It was clear there was no warm up-there was no goading or berating. Unlike her first fight Benitsubasa was taking this one completely serious-it could be the fact now she was forced to, or was just extremely angry. Probably safe to say both. Ahiko's outfit was ruffed up and torn at her legs, and one sleeve was completely gone from her shoulder, blood still fell from the cut on her forehead-where Benitsubasa head butted her again-seven times. Benitsubasa looked like a deranged woman, her pink hair flowed down in a scruffy manner, her eyes blazed, teeth grit.
She launched herself forward at speeds not even fathomable by the average human, she threw her fist out that eerie glow returning to her poised knuckles, Ahiko swayed to the side dodging the punch by an inch. Benitsubasa grinned, launching her other fist forward forcing Ahiko to jump back, with haste Ahiko sprung forward swinging her right leg forward contracting her powerful hip muscles, the kick doubled in speed easily. Benitsubasa raised her arm, blocking the kick completely, her boots digging into the cement in a futile attempt to slow her trajectory.
They dashed back in, Benitsubasa throwing a quick jab, Ahiko throwing a knee. Their strikes collided, shattering the cement under them once again, Ahiko absorbed the blow with her powerful hip muscles, jumping back as Benitsubasa merely slid back, forcing herself to skid more than slide-which was incredibly difficult with the torrential rainfall.
"Heh." Benitsubasa chuckled, whipping her hair to the side. "I admit you're pretty damn good."
"You're not bad yourself." Ahiko returned the compliment, smiling. "You're a challenge. I can't explain why, but it's making me excited!"
"So excited for me to break your face!" Benitsubasa sprung forward again, swinging her right fist forward first, which Ahiko nimbly dodged. Benitsubasa fired out punch after punch-forcing Ahiko to go on the defensive; flipping, twirling, and spinning Ahiko skidded passed each blow feeling the force hiss against her skin-it was close. Too close. Benitsubasa dashed in, fist already cracking forward, the taller girl bent back in a display of flexibility, but Benitsubasa had the move scouted and slammed her follow up punch full on Ahiko's stomach. "Got you melon tits!" The Red Sekirei goaded with a smirk, relishing in the pain flashing on Ahiko's face as her back met the cement, forcing her back for a few feet in a wild tumble.
"Well..." Ahiko grimaced, rubbing her stomach that was going to bruise soon. "That wasn't exciting." She forced herself to a crouch, pressing one hand into the cement. The fighting was starting to draw farther, she had great endurance but she could feel it starting to wane. Each hit she took from Benitsubasa it hurt more and more-that's not to say she didn't score any severe blows. One too many times had she seen rage flash in the shorter Sekirei's eyes. She braced herself against the slick cement, ready to attack, but froze midway through, glancing upwards. Before she could react Benitsubasa slammed her hand against Ahiko's face, jabbing her nose and pressing her mouth, the taller girl struggled against her grip.
"What's the matter running out of steam already?" Benitsubasa chuckled, slamming a fist against her stomach, getting a choked gasp to escape from Ahiko, "I figured as much. Look at you and how pathetic you are." Benitsubasa squeezed her head harder-a lot harder. Ahiko didn't scream or cry out, she wasn't going to give Benitsubasa the pleasure of hearing her cries. "What's this supposed to be?" Grabbing a handful of hair and giving it a vicious jerk, Ahiko cried out feeling several roots rip clean from her scalp, she struggled more feeling a cloth brace against her throat before becoming unbearable. "A bandana, I'll strangle you with this!" Benitsubasa tightened her grip.
I can't... Breathe...! Ahiko panicked, clawing viciously at Benitsubasa's hand, pressing her fingers on the other side of her bandana, but they too became trapped , constricted against her neck. Normally breaths would be short and sharp, pained and long, but she got neither. There was nothing, she couldn't scream, she couldn't talk, she could barely fight against Benitsubasa. My neck... She tugged on her bandana, getting a hard jerk for her efforts. "Are you scared?" Benitsubasa chuckled darkly an inch from her ear. "Haaaa!" With a shout, Benitsubasa beamed a punch forward, smashing it against Ahiko's sternum releasing the bandana from her death grip and letting the force of the punch carry her off.
Ahiko choked. She wheezed. Hands scrambling to her neck, hastily untying the bandana. She didn't care about the impact she'd suffer from the unforgiving cement, or the wicked burns and scrapes it'd leave. She needed to breathe, needed oxygen! Now! Midway through a flip, she untied it, gasping loudly before losing herself. She tucked her knees in, trying to control her tumble, but she was moving too fast. She hit something soft, painfully she cracked open one eye staring into the bright, but weary eyes of Musubi. "I got you Ahiko-san!" The bubbly fist type exclaimed, landing on the ground with the taller girl in her arms.
"Aye, aye..." Ahiko massaged her throat, coughing. "That was too close."
"Are you okay?" Musubi asked, concern swimming through her eyes. Ahiko nodded, bringing a hand to her neck to quell the pain. She braced an arm against Musubi as she stood herself up, breathing deeply. She really owed Musubi for catching her on that one, she was certain if she made impact with one of these beams that was going to be the end. "I have a plan. I think..." Musubi massaged her stomach.
"Don't keep me in the dark." Ahiko replied, breathless. "What is it?"
"Well, since the beginning we've both been attacking her on separate occasions. You and I keep pressing the offense to make her slip up, so let's wait for her to attack first and then you and I can take the opening she gives." Musubi laid it out in what would be considered layman's terms-she didn't know what that meant, but it was still laid out like that. During her fight she caught subtle changes in the shorter Sekirei's steps and pivots.
"Musubi-san..." Ahiko blinked, amazement shining in her eyes. "That's sound!"
"Thank you!" Musubi gushed, smiling brightly. "Ready, Ahiko-san?"
Hey! I thought I took care of you before, I'm getting tired of seeing you standing back up!" Benitsubasa snapped, stomping towards the two buxom women stopping a few feet away, continuing her tirade. "I beat one of you into the ground and another pops up, you're like weeds... I guess I have to pull you by the roots! Melon tits one and melon tits two, this is your end!"
"Hey!" Ahiko yelled, resting her hands on her hips. "I am not melon tits!"
"I am Musubi!" The fist Sekirei spoke up. "What is a melon tits?"
"Both of you!" Benitsubasa pointed a finger at the two of them, sneering. "Look at those things! Are they even real? How do they not sag!?"
Musubi and Ahiko turned to each other, looking the other up and down for a long moment. Then, Musubi reached a hand out, squeezing Ahiko's breast firmly. "Mmmm." Musubi looked thoughtful. "I don't get it, Ahiko-san's boob is like mine, soft. Melons are hard..." Musubi titled her head, giving her breast another firm squeeze, and this time Ahiko bit her lip holding back a moan. "Yup, it's soft, but I think my boobs are just a little bigger."
"Musubi-san please..." Ahiko halted her groping, fixing her with an annoyed gaze. "Stop squeezing my breast."
"But it's so soft and almost as big as mine!" Musubi was amazed. "How are we melon tits?"
"Hello stop ignoring me!" Benitsubasa yelled.
"Oh we're not." Ahiko smirked, eyes gleaming. "We're just admiring our assets. Something you lack, you can interrupt at anytime!"
"How about now!?" Benitsubasa charged forward. It was one thing to ignore her, but to act as if she didn't even exist while squeezing on a boob, well that was just unforgiveable! She could tolerate very few things, being ignored was never one, if she was ignored she'd scream and start breaking stuff. "Think you can ignore me, I'll pound you both!" She swung her fist forward, aiming for Musubi first-she was really getting on her nerves and she should have stayed down from before, Musubi narrowly avoided the devastating punch, rolling back. Benitsubasa pressed forward striking again, Musubi evaded sliding towards Ahiko just as Benitsubasa zoned in on her and began to really swing. Swinging for the fences as someone would put it.
Ahiko grimaced, narrowly escaping a left hook. She was hard pressed, Benitsubasa didn't quit-she didn't either. But, Benitsubasa was almost like a machine, she continued punching, changing her aim, skewing her aim by just a small margin. Crap! Ahiko flipped to the side, Benitsubasa shot passed her like a missile just missing her, but like a shark to blood Benitsubasa continued her attack forcing the two of them to dodge and evade. And-Musubi spotted it. A small-barely noticeable pivot in Benitsubasa's left foot, she watched the fist get closer and closer, and dodged at the last second lashing out with her own punch, slamming it against Benitsubasa's ribs driving her back. Got ya! Musubi couldn't hide her smile, watching Ahiko shoot in from the side and stretch her leg up and over, cracking the back of her boot across Benitsubasa's jaw.
She braced against the blow, boots digging for purchase and stability. "Now that actually hurt..." Benitsubasa muttered to herself, slowly wiping a trickle of blood from her mouth, surveying it with narrowed eyes. She was bleeding for a while now, fighting with all of her anger and aggression she had been keeping pent up for so long-and she was sure she had a few cracked ribs. It hurt, sure, but this was shocking. She launched herself back towards the buxom duo, and it continued-a bit different than the first time. Benitsubasa got several blows in, but the two girls constantly capitalized on her slight mistakes. She drove them back with two punches, forcing them to block the attacks head on. "You two... Are really getting on my last nerve!"
Ahiko chuckled, wiping some blood from her chin. "Now, don't get mad you're not steamrolling over me and Musubi-san!" She settled into a loose stance. She knew Benitsubasa was getting angrier, if that last punch to the gut, jaw, and elbow to the chest were anything to go by-or she had a bias against women with big breasts. It wasn't her fault she was so developed, her outfit didn't do her any favors, but it was easy to move in! That was always the best excuse and reason.
"Yeah! That's what you get for calling us melon tits!" Musubi seconded, taking a stance. "Melons are hard, and mine and Ahiko-san's breasts are soft! And big!"
"Seriously..." Benitsubasa relaxed for a second, sighing in disbelief. Was this woman really that innocent or stupid? Ahiko knew what she was getting at with the melon tit phrase. "Stupid bimbo..." Benitsubasa growled, focusing a lot of energy into her legs-it was the first time in a while she was exerting this much energy. "I'm going to rip you two apart!" Benitsubasa yelled, her fists starting to glow an ominous pink, as pink as her hair that flared behind her in some invisible field.
"Ahiko-san..." Musubi gulped, looking to her friend with big eyes. "This is going to hurt isn't it?"
"A lot..." Ahiko grimaced, rubbing her stomach. "It is going to hurt."
"Ahiko-san, I'm sorry I took your ice cream that one day after we were done sparring." Musubi said, not aware of the humor Ahiko felt, though the former knew Musubi was being completely genuine. "I didn't mean to take it! I was just so hungry, and my stomach was growling. I had to eat it."
Ahiko laughed, shaking her head for a moment. Only Musubi-san... She thought with fondness. "If we get through this you can take my ice cream, better yet I'll share it with you."
"Oh, really?" Musubi asked, excited. " Let's not lose!"
"Oh we won't!" Ahiko said with finality, sprinting towards Benitsubasa, eyes burning.
"I'm going to tear you two apart! You're going to more than lose!" Benitsubasa cut in, shooting forward-so fast she was merely a blur-invisible to the human eye
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Haihane was the opposite of her comrade the fiery and hot tempered Benitsubasa. Speed, agility, flexibility were all of Haihane's strong points, but more than anything speed. Her claws took full advantage of her speed-she didn't have speed in simple things such as running, but swiping her arms out and retracting, her pivots, her steps, all were fast-almost impossible to trace.
Toyotama swiped and twirled her staff, flanking Nanaha as she led the attack on the creepy looking Sekirei. If she had to say so herself Haihane was creepy. She quickly realized Haihane was fast a lot faster than Benitsubasa and unlike the pink haired Sekirei didn't lose her cool. That was a kick in the side since that was the easiest way to create an opening. She dashed in and out, side to side, covering Nanaha when it was needed.
She realized she was losing ground at a steady pace, she only had one weapon. A staff, while Haihane had ten in total, she could block and deflect eight out of ten attacks, but couldn't cover ones; like the jagged cuts going across her middle back bleeding with fresh blood. Nanaha used her three pronged spear to perfection, getting in close forcing Haihane back while keeping just the right amount of distance between them so that when the clawed Sekirei did attack Toyotama could counter swiftly. It didn't come without a risk, she suffered a few slashes and had fresh cuts on her stomach. Haihane's speed was simply dizzying.
Alright, I got your ass this time! Toyotama lunged back, narrowly evading the razor sharp claws, lashing out with her staff in one quick motion. Haihane ducked under the velocity driven swing, finding an opening, and shot towards Toyotama's sleem stomach, and lashed out with a violent swing. The green haired beauty changed her course, springing to the side, but Haihane was faster and went on the offensive slashing and hacking, separating the gap between them only for it to expand at the last second. Toyotama slid to a stop, bracing herself for the next attack, which came at burning speeds Haihane already swiping forward.
"Yaahh!" Nanaha cried out, beaming forward with a thrust. Haihane's eyes widened, with unreal dexterity she flipped over the pointed blade, tucking her knees in and ran forward with vigor, Toytama had yet to recover fully, she'd skewer her and then drive her back into one of the beams. She sprung forward, both feet leaving the ground, and swung with all of her strength, watching in surprise as Toyotama dodged on instinct, rolling to the side as her claws slammed through the steel beam. There was a loud shriek and then a grind. "What the hell?" Haihane exclaimed, trying to pull her arm free, but some of the shredded steel caught in her talons, holding them firmly.
"Claws!" Toyotama shouted, coming from the side while leaning forward, and swung her staff. The weapon hissed through the air, closing the gap between them and struck full on driving the air from Haihane. Her claws detached, the force of the attack flinging her back. Nanaha pressed their advantage, sprinting forward and slashing upwards, feet leaving the cement. Haihane's eyes widened, with super speed she swiped outward, squinting her eyes as an agonizing screech and sparks ripped around her as her claws grinded against Nanaha's blade. Forcing energy into the extended arm, she propelled herself to the side, sliding back for a few inches watching as Nanaha landed albeit shaky.
"Heheheheh." Haihane laughed darkly, licking the streak of blood that was running down her chin. "You guys aren't bad at all if I must say." She righted her stance, breathing deeply. "So, you bait me into going in for the kill, when you dodge and my claws get stuck in the beam, then you attack and to finish it off you split me in two."
"Pretty much." Toyotama said with a frown. "It didn't work entirely though."
"Of course not I'm not as careless and arrogant as washboard over there..." This got a reaction she could work with anger and fear-fear hidden well underneath that shimmering anger. Of course, every Sekirei she faced up to this point made that same mistake-putting her and Benitsubasa in the same category. Big mistake, and it always came back to bite them in the ass at the end.
"I can see that..." Nanaha growled.
"Oh you're angry!" Haihane grinned, fanning her claws. "Come and skewer me!"
Kuruse grunted, stepping in front of Nanaha and Toyotama, eyes focused on Haihane. "You're not like your comrade, but you talk as much as she does!" She pointed her trident forward, taking a more wide grip than before. Unlike with Benitsubasa-from her observations with this fight, Haihane was obviously faster and used her head in battle unlike Benitsubasa who punched and shouted hoping she hurt someone or something. Her entire approach was going to have to be different. I barely have any energy to spare... She turned to Minato, focusing on his lips, one kiss is all she needed. But there was no way she'd get that kiss now, Haihane would attack him!
"What are you doing?" Toyotama asked, inclining her head. "You can barely stand up and you're going to fight?"
"Well, I seen you getting your ass kicked so I thought why don't step in!" Kuruse retorted smartly. "Those two cuts on your back didn't happen."
"Do you have a plan Kuruse-san?" Nanaha asked, not making a witty retort like her comrade.
"I have a theory."
"Share with the rest of the class." Toyotama chimed in.
"It's okay!" Haihane's voice yanked them from their current conversation, and they had little time to do anything besides raise their weapons to block. "I'm going to kick all three of your asses at the same time! We're all winners!" Kuruse rolled out of the way just as Haihane zoomed passed her, swiping at Toyotama with laser precision, the staff wielding Sekirei swung her staff-almost as a distraction more than an actual attack. She didn't chance it-Haihane ducked under what would have been a decisive blow, and sped to the side, jumping right back at the taller Sekirei.
Nanaha zipped passed Toyotama, poised to strike. She swiped her spear forward, sliding her front foot forward as she did so. Haihane stepped to the side, just evading the attack, and grinned with glee as she felt her claws tear into a flesh and a high pitched scream sound from Nanaha. "That a girl!" Haihane coached, raising her second clawed hand to end it, but choked for a second, her hand moving to her stomach-leaving her face exposed. Toyotama smirked, glancing at Kuruse out the corner of her eye-she was very shrewd if she had to say so, but it worked to her advantage-Haihane was in mid air and couldn't do a thing, she grinned with satisfaction hearing her staff resound with a clap as it cracked across Haihane's face.
"Woohoo, oh boy..." Haihane pushed the pain aside-real pain. It was always a strange sensation, one she rarely if ever felt. She rolled with her momentu, landing with a thud on the ground, boots sliding back as her claws tore trenches in the cement, going as far as three feet at the end of her trek. Kuruse forced herself to stand, trident supporting her weight-just barely, but she could stand, Toyotama stood poised and tense, those blue eyes almost piercing into Haihane's own. "That was a good attack if I must say! You really had me seeing stars there for a moment, but I doubt you can execute something of that caliber again."
"What makes you say that!?" Toyotama snipped.
"Quite simple, really." Haihane shrugged lazily, swiping her hands to the side ridding them of the crimson substance before it dried-she couldn't let these rust. I really like bellydancer's spunk, she is a spitfire! I rarely get hotties like this, usually it's those scared half to death oh save me Ashikabi types... Haihane broke into a grin, fanning her claws as she licked her lips. "I won't include the small fight you had with my comrade, Benitsubasa... But, I've got you on the back Mrs. Belly dancer, I got trident over there just on the cheek, and she's lucky to even be standing..." She held Kuruse's gaze for a moment, chuckling softly. "Let's not forget I got Mrs. Short skirt just now."
"Nanaha-san..." Kuruse looked to the side, watching Nanaha breath sharply, her steps short and measured. It was clear she was in pain, first those nasty cuts on her stomach, and now her back. She was not an expert in anatomy but she was certain having gashes like that would be detrimental with that spear, everything revolved around her entire body, from distancing to thrusting. "Are you okay?"
"Of course she is." Toyotama scoffed lightly, glancing at the trident user. "Don't sell us short..."
"She's only asking Toyotama-san." Nanaha smiled, standing in-between them, bracing herself against her spear. "I'm fine, let's just finish this shameless girl for good." Nobody talked about her skirt and how short or long it was, Ryu always did admire her legs, and made it rather obvious, so she figured what the hell and just show them off. Besides this was her battle outfit!
"Shameless would be me asking if you," She gestured to Toyotama who scowled instantly, more than she had been, "if you would get down and do a dance for me." That didn't sound so bad, maybe she'd have Luna get down and do a dance for her after this whole thing was done with. "However, you're starting to give me mad heart burn. You're strong I must say, I wasn't expecting you to be so skilled, but this is over..." She dashed forward, feet zipping into a blur, just before she vanished entirely, stunning the trio.
"Where'd she go!?" Toyotama whirled around, looking left and right, up and down. "She just disappeared..."
"I can sense her..." Kuruse's eyes narrowed, darting side to side every few seconds-it was faint, but she could see small blurs of white and gleaming steel. Those claws were turning out to be her greatest asset and weakness. "She's moving extremely fast I'm having a hard time keeping track of her."
Nanaha clenched her shaft tighter, eyes darting. "Don't let her speed distract you." She said with a firm tone, which was a surprise since she rarely ever got firm. She had come leaps and bounds from just meeting Ryu, but she was still reserved and mild mannered just as before. "That's what she wants." She caught a flash, swaying her head just to the side-and she swore she saw an attack that would have taken off her head without any trouble. This is insane, she's moving so fast... I can't see the beginning of her attack or the follow through which means... "Toyotama-san and Kuruse-san stay on guard!"
There was a multitude of flashes and gleams, followed by the resounding claps and clangs of steel colliding with steel.
By now, Ryu honed the ability of sensing one's energy-presence. With Sekirei it was a bit trickier. He sprinted, as if tons of water weren't splashing in his face and kept pushing. Uzume dashed from rooftop to rooftop for once she wasn't jovial and carefree, but serious and focused, Yashima wasn't far behind her with her extremely large hammer in hand, blue ribbons briskly flying in the wind.
He went up against the squad alone, excluding Koto and Luna. Those two were variables he had yet to cross paths with. But just Benitsubasa and Haihane at that time the gap was overwhelming, and then there was Karasuba who toyed with him completely. "Ryu-kun, they're up ahead on the bridge!" Uzume yelled, snapping from his train of thought he pressed energy into his legs, and sprung upward sliding on the gravel rooftop taking in the scene. Aside from rain, a lot of lightning and thunder, there was a lot of destruction. What was a complete bridge looked more like a wrecking ball swept through it a total of six times, numerous gashes gouged it for several meters-visible from where they stood. He spotted Minato and Haruka, or what were their visages just a few feet away from the on going battles.
"Do we have a plan?" Yashima asked, bracing herself for the fight to come. She obviously felt fear, this just wasn't an over confident Sekirei that was snotty. Benitsubasa and Haihane two of the most feared and active Sekirei in the entire game, they didn't know mercy. She only heard rumors, never encountered them for herself, that could be due in part to Ryu.
"Yes,..." Ryu started piecing it together. "Uzume how far can you launch your cloth?"
"It's called veils lover boy," she corrected, narrowing her eyes slightly for a moment. "I need to get a bit closer, but I can definitely do it."
Ryu simply nodded, jumping towards the ground. He landed swiftly, taking off in a sprint, dashing through blocks and alleys. He was a good twelve blocks from the bridge, he needed to cover a lot of ground and fast. This was inevitable he supposed, a battle, a clash it's just how things were. Back when Karasuba gave him a warning basically-in his eyes it was a warning. He turned on a dime, measuring up the rooftop just across from him-and there was a flash. Quick and speedy reflexes saved him as he jumped up and over a white limo that bent the corner-moving so fast the tires squealed. "Uzume, are you good now!" He shouted, glancing back at her visage steadily catching up to him. They were easily five blocks away, surprise was their advantage.
"What do I do?" Yashima piped up, feeling increasingly downtrodden. Ryu was leaving her out again? No he never did, but she wanted to do her part in this. Even though she was reluctant now was a good opportunity.
"Wait for my signal." Ryu responded.
"Okay!" Uzume shouted running forward, almost whirling into a blur. She was more acrobatic than the others, relying on flips, spins, turns, and pivots to increase her offense. It was her specialty, and at times she could make herself untouchable by thrashing out with cloths, and even changed their shape to fit her needs. Her feet left the ground, back arching and twisting, as she spun through the air several times, lashing out with her veils in one graceful motion. They stretched and stretched, whipping through the air with amazing speed, she smirked. She felt resistance-good, she gave a firm yank, teeth gritting from exertion-it was heavy, super heavy. She tugged again, tightening her hold on her veils, and then it weightless...
"Now!" Ryu said dashing forwards. "Yashima, flank me!"
Ahiko stood up, her vision starting to swim, and she staggered back. Benitsubasa was starting to tear into them, Musubi-it was a miracle she was still even able to stand yet alone fight. Herself was used as a punching bag then tossed into Musubi like a sack of potatoes. Now that hurt, she tumbled for a food forty five seconds on the cement, and she swore she had a cut on her arm. "Look what you did to me..." Benitsubasa growled, lunging forward heaving a right fist forward, but Ahiko dodged at the last second stepping back, but Benitsubasa was quicker and lashed out with her other fist. Ahiko still moving back was left unguarded, Benitsubasa's fist crashed into her stomach shoving itself in, Ahiko felt her eyes roll behind her head for a moment, her arms wrapping around her gut as she hit the ground. "That's for punching me in the face!" Benitsubasa smirked, kicking her over, watching with satisfaction when the taller girl gasped. "This is for kicking me in the face!" She propelled her leg forward, smashing it into Ahiko's ribs drawing a breathless scream from her, watching her rocket to the side.
"Ahiko-san!" Musubi exclaimed, voice firm as she snatched the buxom girl by the wrist, and yanked her forward. A half second later the entire bridge shook viciously, groaning and creaking as it fought to balance and compensate for the giant cement block that fell. The impact alone was enough to stun everyone on the bridge, Karasuba included who looked on with slight interest and disbelief, Haihane had narrowly avoided the giant block having to postpone her slashing of the three girls in order to save her own skin, and Benitsubasa just seethed.
"That was way too close..." Haihane muttered, staring at the block that missed her by mere several inches. If she had been just a few steps closer, didn't complete her jump...
"Now things are going to get really fun." Karasuba grinned a sickly smile, eyes glinting.
"DAMN IT! Benitsubasa roared drawing everyone's attention, it was impossible not to. She stood atop the cement block, fist on her hips as she jumped down watching Musubi support Ahiko for a moment as the two gained their breath. "Who keeps getting in my way!?"
"You idiot!" Koto beamed forward. "Dodge and stop talking!"
"What!?"