Post by EriChar on Jul 8, 2015 7:54:08 GMT -5
Ishika Daiyuu "Sometimes it can be nice to let a 'mere mortal' play the hero..." Colour Code:#01DF74 |
About time, Bat's, you expect the woman to do all the heavy lifting? The devilish bat within her bust exploding forth, with nary a second to spare, the expanding cannon that lurched forward from her chest and tore through the short straight between our lady lead and her enemy.
The hero always appears last, hm? The whiteness around her bust ripped apart by the blooming boy that burst from her breasts, the wicked woman held no grudge for dishevelled dressing that his intrusion provided, feeling a far greater relief for the foot his act spared than the blushes he may have created. Never the type to sweat showing a little skin, as struggle between the bat and iron men cost Yuu her sense of balance, she was none the less glad to find herself falling sorely onto her side with two legs rather than one. Clattering to the ground with a force that would probably bruise her smooth skin, as the exposure of her body hung in a black brassiere, the dishevelled damsel let out a slow sigh of relief to now see that her friend had battered they attacker backward even a few meters.
“My heroooooo…” Grinning with a sense of sarcasm clear in her tone, Miss Ishika pushed herself back onto her feet and stood up alongside her comrade, giving the bat boy a playful swoon or two before snapping her weapons from her hips with a loud crack.
“You’re making me weak at the knees, stud…” Whips retrieved when they had slipped free of the dungeons, while the woman remained ever lacking in apology for the overconfidence that demanded her companions intervention, as she readied her whips for battle she was certainly looking to make up for it. Expecting something less than what she had found in this near-immovable object, her miscalculation had been a sure dent in her pride, and while she wouldn’t admit this she was certainly not against the idea of taking revenge for it. After all, the cosmic karma would have remained forever imbalanced if she didn’t make some effort to return the ‘affection’ of the bruises that this brute had given her.
Is this guy for real? He seems like a cartoon character… One of those strange brows that the shadowy strumpet possessed perking up as the man demanded an introduction, and gave some overblown spiel that the woman herself might have been more inclined to make, the similarity between them was nothing that impressed our pompous protagonist. Showy sameness something that Daiyuu did not choose to observe, while the woman had never considered her own displays of foolish bravado to be anything strange or moronic, she certainly did show some hypocrisy in this regard. In the eyes of this vixen, she was a confident goddess who paraded her sexy stuff, but this in front of her was just a fool.
“He certainly seems to be an idiot, but that weird body is a problem. Could it be a fruit? Regardless, I’m sure he won’t be able to beat both of us, baby! We’re invincible!” The swagger of the woman in full flow as she rolled her whips next to her fellow jail breaker, the words of the wicked woman every bit as over the top as anything that this ‘Northern Wall’ or whatever he called himself could spout.
“Feel me? Maybe when we’re done here, naughty boy~” Mishearing a quip from her comrade and giggling at her interpretation, while the intent of her annoyed ally was missed as the beauty bathed in the mistaken lust he showed, swooning again as she sized up their common foe. Inclination toward coquetry more something designed to ease her anxiety, the vixen sought to break the tension in both herself and her ally, her confidence shining through despite the adversity of their adversary.
I wonder just how hard that body is? My ‘bullet’ might be able to break through that guard… It can punch through a brick wall, after all… The silliness she showed hiding the seriousness of her approach, as the heat of the moment seized the woman and the time around them seemed to slow, she searched her mind for a method of victory. The knot of her whip like a projectile when she used her ‘Longya’ technique, the move that she had used that afternoon to knock her prize from the hands of her enemies was even more impressive when confronted with a solid surface. Like a shot from a gun, the fighting femme could use it to puncture the resistance of walls, but even then Yuu wasn’t sure if that would be enough. The way her foot seemed to have clunked against this thick headed idiot’s skull had left her with doubts. Smashing through bricks was one thing, but the ‘wall’ she was facing had felt just like the iron he had boasted to be. For all of the idiocy his boasting had shown, the foot of the dark mistress had felt the ‘weight’ of his bravado, and damn had it hurt.