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James watched the unfolding events, his smile widening just a shade. Two questions came to mind; Do I have a spell that could put out a fire? Do I care enough to use it?

Maybe, and no.

He backed carefully towards a corner, holding the words to a spell in his mind just in case things got more dangerous. He was an outsider here, and he didn't want to stick his nose into things unbidden. With any luck, though, this could become fun. Here's hoping.

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"Mnnn, as long as they don't bring it in here, who gives a damn?"

Although, her natural instinct was telling her there was danger afoot. She made no move to leave the bed but her fingers slid through Sero's bleached blonde hair as her grip slackened and one hand trailed away to grope at the side of the bed - as if she was used to finding her pistol right there on the nightstand, for safety's sake.

But of course it wasn't there, she had turned it in at the casino hours ago.

Her attention wavering despite her hopeful words, she had turned her head toward the door. The sounds of fighting were filtering faintly through, not all that different from the sounds of dancing earlier. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, and she was sure she smelled smoke.
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"Step inside my dojo, and GOD BLESS THE RING"

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As if on cue, the stereo switched over to a new song and began to blare out music that seemed to have been created with the sole purpose of motivating people to kick a**. Naota tuned it out as nothing more than a distraction, however. His way of fighting demanded focus, concentration, and calm. His face was a mask, despite the hectic situation. No shouts of anger, no tensed lips. It was the same face he would make while reading a book, or while going for a walk.

His mind needed to be clear, and as such he fell back on a meditation technique taught to him long ago. The fighter would envision a single delicate flame in his mind, and feed into it any outside thought or worry. Let the flame engulf these ideas, consume them until there was nothing left. A void would descend upon his thoughts, clearing out any notion of hesitation or question. He moved on instinct alone now, maintaining his mind on nothing more than that small flame and the action before him.

Jay proved herself to be combat capable, producing a momentary burst of fire at the men surrounding her. Taking the gamble, Naota would assume she was trained in some level of martial arts and would hold her own in the fight. That aside, he formed a basic plan. "Grab the girl and get out. I'll hold them off until she's clear." He would comment, not taking his steely gaze off of the Yakuza as the armed themselves with whatever was nearby.

He had weapons too, of course. That bottle that was currently stuck in one man's side wasn't the only thing be concerned about. Reaching for his back, fingers would roam under his vest and grab a firm hold on the pair of knives there. Pulling them free of their holster, Naota would fall back into what was a very loose combat stance. The pair of knives weren't ideal for melee combat, unfortunately, given that they were balanced for throwing and had no hand guard but he would make do. He only took a moment to size up his opponents, as a moment was all he had.

In another surge of speed, Naota dashed towards the Yakuza thug on the end with the lamp. His goal with this was two fold; Put himself between the room with the hostage, and put his primary target between him and the rest of them. When fighting a large group, the worst thing you could do is get yourself surrounded. As agile and cunning as he was, the shinobi didn't have eyes in the back of his head and he wanted to walk away from this. However, he also knew well the advantage of being aggressive.

Knives darted in an out towards the Yakuza, probing and slashing at him to see how he would react. The first stab would be towards his gut with Naota's right, testing to see if he'd bring the lamp down to try and block. If that was the case, he would be leaving himself wide open for the second blow coming fractions of a second later for the base of his throat. Quick and efficient, Naota aimed to try and down his opponents as quickly as possible. A knife into the gut would surely kill someone, but not fast enough to stop them from getting one good swing in. Or grabbing at their assailant and pinning him down long enough for the others to finish him off. Worse still that they were drunk in that regard, with the lessening of pain and boosting of courage.
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Gasping a little as the guy from the door charged at her, his arms opening in an attempt to take her down. Sadly for him she was not exactly a normal woman, the fact that he was already running meant she would not have to exert too much energy for her next move.
Still holding the bottle in her left hand she would turn on her heel to have her right side facing him, dropping down into a crouch in the same moment...The right arm extending out between the man's legs as his crotch collided with her shoulder, standing as soon as contact was made, right arm bending at the elbow to effectively lift the man off the ground. This was not all though, since now her left hand was needed, so deciding to drop the Molotov, the bottle breaking on the ground to her left as her arm went up so that the hand was gripping the back of his head before letting the momentum of the whole fluid motion end with him being thrown towards the wall she had previously been backing up to.

Oh how she loved that wonderful steroid.

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This million dollar steroid is taken one time only. The purpose of the serum is to enhance strength and speed in a human being in order to make them a more formidable opponent against other/out world-ish creatures. This serum also allows for larger burst of adrenaline to travel through the blood stream at a slightly accelerated speed, this makes the user experience an unnaturally high threshold for pain. [Max Lifting Capacity: - 750lbs, Max Running Speed: - 28mph.]


Afterwards she would not stick around, and there not too many of the gang members left, but before she could pick one to play with Naota told her to go find the girl. And seeing him move so quickly and precisely she figured he wasn't lying when he said he could hold them off until then.
Deciding to follow suit and grab her own blades since who ******** knew who else was in the damn place, reaching down into the hidden sheaths on either side of her boots to loop her fingers through the custom made trench blades. Pulling them free to reveal the eight inch long blade.

"Don't have too much fun eh?"

Jay would call out to Naota as she quickly circled around him to take off down the hallway. Taking a few steps back from the first door she came to, taking a deep breath before exhaling, darting forward and opening it...the door flying open to reveal......The bathroom...

Oh the irony.

"For ******** sake!"

Onwards to door number two!
This time with a grunt she would kick out at it, nearly sending it flying right off the frame.


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"We will quickly find you a place, don't worry."

The guard took the suitcase of money from Lia. Ko straightened his suit's top, turning himself as if he was about to take his leave.

"You are free to enjoy the rest of the night, but tomorrow, I will divulge the details of your new job. Don't be too late. Goodnight."

He then took a walk off toward a door with two of his men walking behind.

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"Aaaaargh!"

Jay's judo throw sent the man crashing into the wall. The second sound of the night, and this one causing Sero to groan once more. He and Cale were already in the middle of their dance in the night, and all of a sudden, there just had to be something to interrupt their evening.

"Damn it!"

Finally getting himself up, he quickly slipped on his jeans, pretty much pissed off right now that they were making this much noise.

"I'm going to kick their asses," he said, buckling up. "Stay right here, doll. I'll be back."

From Naota's end, his dash in caused the men to worry more than be confident. Even though there were five of them to one, this man had just taken down three men at once. He was fast and obviously no normal person. His capabilities reminded them of the assailants they heard stories about throughout their lives as Yakuza, the type of men who killed quick and efficiently. Professional hitman of the highest caliber, the nightmares of the streets. And here was one of them right in the middle of their party. What luck they had! How the hell could they be cursed with such an unfortunately event! That was what went through their half drunken minds. They could hardly think straight. Only adrenaline caused them to be as alert as they were.

Naota's skills were too much for the man he rushed at. The Yakuza tried to hit Naota with the lamp, but instead ended up using it to stop the first attack. He took notice of the second strike at the last second. He avoided the knife thrusting into the thorax of his neck, but it still managed to leave a bloody gash past the right of his neck. Striking a major artery, the man yelled out in pain, dropping his lamp as he fell to the floor grasping his now bleeding wound.

Clearly, the men were even more terrified now. The women were already running toward the door, opening it and rushing out while screaming down the hall, nearly trampling over Kitler who fell backwards to the floor. What the hell was this man?! He had to be a hitman. Someone had sent him to kill them!

One of the men cursed loudly in Japanese: "Kusokurae!" Drawing up some courage from his panicking heart, he rose upwards his chain, and whipped it in Naota's direction, aiming to slap him across the face, body, or whatever with it. Range. Yes, if he could just keep the man from getting close to them, they may have a chance to keep their lives. They had to.

BAM!

Sero was nearly struck by the door as it was kicked in, avoiding it in time to where he backed away against a drawer.

"Nanda," he shouted, saying "What the Hell" in Japanese.

When he saw it was another woman, he frowned quickly on his face. She was not one of the women who were present originally at the party.

"Who the hell are you?!"
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Jackpot!!

Jay almost laughed out loud as she saw the expression on the man's face, but stopped when her eyes fell onto the woman...she had to be the one right? But...this didn't look like a kidnapping? She was in the bed but there were no signs of a struggle, no blood, nothing...And she looked perfectly fine. Had Kitler gotten it wrong?

"I..I am here for her?"

A little unsure about what to do, she needed to get the girl and fast, since Naota was still out with the other hooligans.

[******** this, come on chick lets go!"


Jay would yell out, sliding her right leg forward and bending it slightly at the knee, arms coming across her torso, those eight inch blades being held left over right out in front.
Ready should the admittedly attractive gangster attack her.
She could hear shouts and cries of pain from the sitting room, hoping that it was the drunken fools that were the source and not her rescue buddy. But it meant she was also running out of time, hopefully the woman would just come with her.
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It would seem that the gangs of Gaian Prime were not cut of the same cloth as the ones from Rokugan. Naota had history with groups like the dreaded Kolat, the House of the Golden Frog, and even the deadly Goju Ninja. Creatures of living shadow and corruption. The fear in these men's eyes caught the smaller stature male off guard. Perhaps it was the alcohol in their system that was making them hesitant, but he'd expected a storm of a fight. Not....this.

Naota's first thrust would be blocked as expected, his quick following missing it's mark for the thug's throat but still managing to inflict a gruesome slash along the side of his neck. From the splatter of blood, it was clear to the knife wielding fighter that he had sliced open an artery. The Yakuza wasn't dead, but he was downed and quickly bleeding out.

This opened up a whole new opportunity, however. Sparing a glance behind him, Naota would notice that Jay hadn't returned from the back room. Returning his attention to the lingering fighters, he'd notice a bit too late the swinging chain. Instincts kicked in, causing him to flip his knife over in his hand into a reverse grip and bring it up. This would blocking the initial blow, sure, but chain would still swing around and collide with his wrist. Even going so far as to wrap around it with the leftover momentum. Pain raced up his arm, but he resisted flinching.

"Your friend is bleeding out. Go and take him with you, and you'll save his life and your own." He'd call out, voice frighteningly calm. He made a play off of their fears in the interest of sparing lives that need not be taken, and in the interest of preserving his and Jay's self. Keeping the chain taut around his waist, he would raise up his other throwing knife, point still dripping blood, as a reminder of his willingness to finish this through other means.
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Cale groaned her dissatisfaction when Sero got up and headed for the door. She pulled herself up into a sitting position and threw the blankets away from her, fully intending to get back up and drag him back to bed if she had to. And that was exactly when Jay decided to kick open the door. The room flooded with light from outside, illuminating Cale who was as naked as the day she was born.


She certainly wasn't one of those girls who would sit there with that deer-in-the-headlights expression when caught in the act. Frowning, Cale leaned slightly to the side, in order to see around Jay and catch a glimpse of the chaos beyond.

Well. That was an interesting development. Although it wasn't the first time Cale had been at a gang party and a fight broke out, it was almost to be expected. But she hadn't expected to hear that she was the target of this little expedition.

"...Wha?"

Was her ever-so-elegant response to Jay's demand.

"I'm not even part of this gang. The ********]

She assumed this was some kind of gang conflict, but then again the other woman had seemed confused. Cale stopped to pull on her pants and shrug into her shirt, not bothering to waste the time searching for her... unmentionables. She didn't seem to show any hostility toward Jay and she had probably noticed Cale certainly wasn't showing any hostility toward Sero either.

Not that Cale was gushing and anxious for his wellbeing. She stopped, partway through buttoning up her shirt, when Jay drew those knives. "Ooooookay, that's a bit overkill aint it? Coulda just asked me to come with you."

She looked cautious more than scared. And more than a little tipsy, although she noticeably didn't seem to be nearly as wasted as before.
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It was not easy going for being in a lustful mood to that of surprise. It was a real sex killer, which infuriated him to no end. Then his surprise grew when the girl took out some weapons. What the hell, was she from some kind of enemy gang or something? And why was she after Cale here? Sero looked over to the girl he was having a nice time with, then back to the one who looked like she was ready to cut his d**k off.

"Hold up," he said, getting between Cale and Jay.

"She's not going anywhere. Why the ******** do you want her in the first place?"

***

"What?!

The men stood there, not believing their ears. This man couldn't be serious. He was now asking that they had a chance to take their friend and flee. That idea was certainly a good one, and they probably would have done it if it wasn't for one simple fact: these guys were Yakuza. Even though they were acting a fool throwing such a reckless party, they still held standards of pride. They weren't going to just let this man come in here and ruin their fun and do whatever the hell he wanted. It was against logic for them to try to fight in this situation, but they still had a chance. If they left now without some attempt at stopping this murderer, then their boss wasn't going to let them live it down.

The one with the chain gripped tightly on his weapon. Just the sturdy feel of Naota holding on the other end made him tremble. Who is to say that he wasn't going to dash at him and cut him up like he just did his friend. He swallowed in his throat as his heart beat rapidly, unsure of what the next minute held. And then, his eyes looked over to the right.

The one that Jay had slammed into the wall was now on his feet, picking up a steel chair, and swinging it at Naota's back.
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Jay frowned, she was didn't mean to threaten Cale, no..it was the kidnapper who she was trying to intimidate. The woman was getting dressed at least, and seemed to be willing, although Jay was desperate to get out of the hotel room now...Even if the man now standing between her and her target had other ideas.

"Look chicky I need to get you out of here..."

Glaring at the man who was obviously going to make this difficult, Jay was sober and running out of patience, this was never a good thing...Hell the last time she was in this mood she had destroyed half of her own bar while beating the s**t out of a dear friend. Simply put the woman had issues. Staring directly into the man's eyes as she addressed him once again.

"That is none of your business....Now you can get the ******** out of the way, otherwise I will ******** gut you like a pig!"

Growling a little as she spoke, taking two steps forward into the room, still just out of reach of the blonde man.
This was not ideal, a stand off would take far too long, and the longer she was here...Meant the longer poor Naota had to deal with the other men in the main room. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling Jay made a decision.... She needed him out of the way...

Tilting her hands so that the blades were held horizontally on either side, the sharpened edge facing outwards as she tightened her grip on them.
No more words were spoken as she narrowed her gaze, lunging forward, right side leading as the blade was brought across right to left, aiming to force him out of the way or cut along his chest. this was followed by a quick switch, stabbing back with the same blade, hoping to jam the tip and maybe some of the length into his right side.

The left arm held up, bent at the elbow, the sharpened edge of the blade held in it facing outwards, the position of the arm resembled a boxing style guard.
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Cale still honestly didn't know what this other woman wanted, but she was fairly quick to come to a conclusion. And while she was one to enjoy an honest brawl, those knives didn't exactly look like they were built for fun.

Making a decision, although she wasn't exactly sure where it would lead, Cale chose what seemed to be the safest route. She walked up past her partner, and regretfully patted him on the cheek.

"Sorry, um..." What was his name again? "Sero, but it looks like we're going to have to cut this short."

She really hoped that this was important, whatever they needed her for. Although she couldn't deny it was something exciting to do while she was out of work. She glanced over at the other woman and made her way toward her, cautious if a little bit unsteady on her feet.

"Listen, I'm coming with you. But don't you stick those in me or anyone else."

It was probably for the best that she wouldn't have to wake up and deal with the fallout of getting too involved with Yakuza anyway. It was a shame, though, that they never got to finish their romp.
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There was a mixture of shouting and heavy footsteps echoing out from behind Naota, barely noticeable at the edge of his consciousness. It was outside of his immediate concern, and as such it barely registered in his mind. His focus was purely on the men ahead of him. Men who, unfortunately, decided that now was a good time for them to find their spines.

His offer of peace was declined, causing a momentary frown to cross the shinobi's face. He was a goal oriented man, however. Their lives meant little to him in the end. The one on with the chain was distracted, gaze shifting to some area to Naota right. Not waiting to see what it was that drew his attention, Naota would dash the short distance towards the man. The reasoning was two-fold. Avoid whatever attack may be coming at him from behind, as well as to capitalize on the thug's momentary distraction.

One arm was still bound, but the same could be said of the chain wielding Yakuza. The short man's dash would bring him low to the ground, nearly at a crouch. Driving up with his whole body, Naota would attempt to thrust his throwing knife into the man's gut and use the remaining momentum to launch him towards the other fighters. Assuming this worked out in his favor, he'd have a few vital seconds to deal with whatever other attacker had joined the fight before he was threatened with being swarmed once more.

It was a game of control, keeping the crowd from getting him pinned down, surrounded. Coupled with the concern of having any of them breaking off into the back room, Naota knew he had to be light on his feet. Keeping himself a continued threat and in a good defensive position at the same time.
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"Guh!"

It was like magnetism. Even though the yakuza wasn't binded to his end of his chain...even though he was seeing this man lunge at him, the pull caused by Naota was like an attractive force created by the fear that rested within him. He saw him attacking. But he was so frozen that his reflexes hadn't caught up yet. And then it was only when he went "Oh s**t!" that he felt the sudden pain of a blade thrusting into his stomach. The chair that swung for Naota missed through air, the guy only left with the image of his friend getting gutted by this maniac.

"You son of a b***h," he shouted.

Two men out of the five were already struck. Maybe they should have chosen to run after all. They didn't want to die like dogs in the middle of a ******** drinking party. They could already see it on the news now, the report that there was a gang fight in some hotel with nine men dead. Neither of them wanted to see that type of shame, no less die. If they were going to die, they were at least going to try!

The one who had no weapons attempted to come up from behind Naota and grab him around the neck. It was the common chokehold, meant only to use strength to try to choke the living day lights out of him. And as if on cue, the man who held the broken bottle rushed in to try to hit Naota, should the hold succeed, the sharp end of it heading toward their attacker's own gut. Time to let him see how it felt to be stabbed in the stomach.

***

Sero's eyes widened. He only was able to dodge it barely as the first slash tore a cut across his pectorals. The attack wasn't deep since he moved in time, but a red line was drawn through his skin. When the second attack came at his side, by reaction alone, his right hand grabbed the wrist of her attacking hand, stopping the blade a few inches short from hitting its mark. He followed it up with his left hand balling into a fist, then unleashing a fearsome hook at her face. He wasn't afraid to hit a woman, no less one trying to kill him in the middle of his one night stand. Sero was the strongest of the group, so this attack was going to send Jay flying right out of the room should it hit accurately.

"You b***h!"
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The woman was almost caught in the middle, luckily she was more than willing to come...even being so bold as to dismiss the gang member who was about to get some serious damage dealt to him is Jay got her way.

"Get out of here, Kitler is outside! Grab My friend in the lounge and get to the car!"

First blood? Almost..She had a habit of always claiming it, this time would be no different since she had the blades. Stepping forward as he stepped back, keeping her body nice and close even as he caught her right wrist, meaning his arm had to of crossed over his body. And also left his right side wide open...Ooo she was not going to let him get away with that.
Having stepped forward she would bring her left leg up while leaning into his body, trying to slam her knee into the soft part of his side above the hip. The left fist glancing off the side of her head and going behind it, rewarding him with a pained grunt.

"Oh baby....That's the way..."

The strike had rocked her head to the right but she would not be stopping from it, no she had taken some pretty brutal beatings, the pain inflicted on her always spurred her on, and her head was always what people aimed for...Where as she love to do body work. So while she attacked with her left knee that left arm of hers would remained half tucked, guarding her face. While she also tugged at her right, aiming to break free of his grip and fly back in an attempt to stop him from pulling his left arm back by trapping his forearm/wrist in the crook of her elbow.

A twisted lopsided smile formed as a crazed gleam shone in those big brown eyes of hers.

"Treat me rough!"

This was not going to be as straight forward as she first thought, but oh well, it was not like she wasn't prepared to throw down, and getting up close and personal happened to be her style. Remembering that she was far stronger than any man, since that lovely drug that she had taken had pretty much made her a sexy little she hulk. Any strike would feel like he was being hit by a linebacker to say the least.



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