Post by Flame on Nov 30, 2015 13:34:10 GMT -5
It was satisfying, the feeling of her fists making contact. It was a sensation that filled her with energy. Still it was only momentary as her fists followed through after connecting. That singular feeling as her fists crunched into the cheekbone and then it was gone. The two combatants caught up in their own little duel with each other were each knocked away by the tumultuous power Ringo brought to the stage. There was a soft thud as her feet landed upon the ground, she paused glancing at her pair of fists. Feeling rather proud of herself she polished each fist one at a time against her shirt. That polishing coincided with a different sound.
That deep undertone, and buzzing which she had been hearing in the background rose up. It was in the fact the roar of the crowd, spiking suddenly alongside her own cocky gesture, it caused Ringo's smile to widen. They were cheering for her weren't they? Hoping to call more cheers, she flung her fists into the air, declaring her victory to all who would see. Expecting more applause Ringo did so with more flair than she normally would. Her gesture was met in part with a cheer she found lacking. It was too mundane, were they not pleased? Ringo frowned before glancing about the arena once again. She too was feeling restless, surrounded by all these fighting men she found it rather boring that she stood around uncontested. Where to go ... where to go ...
Ringo pondered to herself looking among the embattled warriors before her eyes laid upon a familiar sight. Slipping in and out of combat with warriors she found her red haired companion. She had yet to even unsheath her sword, it remained sheathed and clothed. Its red velvety surface smashed into enemies as Iza raced around her opponents putting her speed to her advantage. Ringo gave a small smile, happy for her friend that she was having so much fun, though a little jealous given her current lack of motion. Ringo sighed turning her head away from the sight, she needed to get back in this. HAAAAAAA! A voice yelled out from beside her, as she felt a blunt object slam into the side of her chest. While Ringo was strong, she was still a rather small and a rather light girl. Pain streaked through her body and her feet lost traction with the ground. It was only milliseconds but it felt like hours for Ringo.
Unarmored minimally clothed she found her body quickly scooped into the air before dropping rapidly back to the ground where she rolled for a few moments accumulating scrapes and bruises across her body. Grasping at her side she pressed her hand against the bits of torn clothing before bringing it back before her. No blood, thats good. This was apparently her punishment for slacking on the job. Quickly she rolled to the right, as two fighters nearly stepped on her as they were entranced within their own fight. Her eyes glanced elsewhere, until landing upon a familiar looking man grasping a club-like weapon. Avoiding otherwise occupied fighters she rose to her feet recognizing the weapon in the man's hand as her own ban-stick. He held it awkwardly, the handle was pointing out like a club and the nails randomly placed upon its head were being used to strengthen the man's grip on it. He was wielding it recklessly, something she didn't like. Gathering spit in her mouth she shot it into her dusty hands. Carefully wiping it across their scratched up form Ringo began to march towards him.
The large man was looking back at her confidently, his advantage was had, she was injured, so many thoughts like that were probably rushing through his mind. Waving his newly obtained weapon in the air he laughed, a deep hearty laugh. "Not so strong now ehh girly?" His deep voice crashed over her its uncalled for cockiness only causing her to broil more. Gathering spit once again she launched her little water bullet into the ground with all the disgust her small form could manage. "You know, they called me Sukeban back in my hometown." Her voice was little more than a murmur. "Huh what?" The man turned an ear outwards, placing his hand against it making a cup. "Little girly wants her mommy?" He taunted more, as she grew closer he brought her weapon before her once again. It was his guard between her and him. His other fist was balled at his side ready to land a knockout blow.
"I wasn't called it because I was a girl. Nor because I inherited the title of leader." Her soft voice continued undeterred by the big man's comments. She stepped closer, finally within range of the swing of his weapon. The handle of her bat was swung down upon her at the moment he realized that she was within it. Ringo reacted with her left hand, raising it into the air she caught the handle as it was slammed down towards her. First breaking the weapon's momentum she brought it to a halt just inches above her head. The weight of the man pressed down upon it but she held on. "I earned the title, because I am the strongest." She spoke the last of what she needed to say, her eyes glaring up at the man as his meaty fist flew in towards her. There was a grin on her face though, it carried all her annoyance and anger as she wrenched at the bat in one hand and her other hand flew out to meet the fist charging her.