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As Snoogins rolled back Sol stayed with him as close as he could sliding his feet in classic boxing style so as to keep him from being easily taken down. While Snoogins recovered, Sol Blinked his eyes twice to fully regain his focus from the jab earlier but it didn’t take much for him to see that Snoogins was now on the defensive. Sol wasn’t about to try and kick Snoogins at this close a distance, but he certainly wasn’t going to let Snoogins fully snap out of it.

Sols left fist was front and center his body turned ever so slightly so that his right arm was tucked up against his right side and upper chest. It was all to familiar to the beginning of the fight. Unlike the beginning of the fight however His left arm made a straight jab that seemed to fall intentionally short of Snoogins face a sharp feint but certainly more convincing than his last attempt intending to shift Snoogins defense towards that left hand, while the right came charging out like a coiled snake. Striking towards the slightly shorter mans right eyebrow, fairly high up on the mans head to try and snap the mans head back and open him up.

The left however was not forgotten and it would cut right towards Snoogins jaw regardless if the right was blocked. This was more of a 1-2-3 than a 1-2 punch but it was fairly effective if he could catch Snoogins off guard. Just in case however he shifted his balance from heel to toe on his right foot for the next attack.

Snoogins uppercut had caught Sol off guard, but not in the way Snoogins might have hoped, a dedicated Savateur knew how to take a punch and even without a teeth guard Sol kept his mouth closed and though not clinched as secure as he possibly could. The upper cut connected and forced Sols head back straining his neck slightly and hurting like hell but there was no satisfying cracking noise of teeth clanking together. Sols upper body leaned back rolling back and to the side to absorb the blow his weight focused almost solely on his left heal as his body leaned and turned.

Leaned and turned? that sounds familiar. What ever happened to that right leg of his? Oh right…

Sols vision may have been blurred from the hit but at this close a distance he didn’t exactly need to see Snoogins to know where he was. Sols body turned as if he was going to perform a roundhouse but the leg never fully extended bringing the pointed kneecap violently up towards the same kidney that his steel toed boot had become acquainted with earlier. Sol used the momentum to balance and stop his body from rolling too far with the punch. His knee pulling back immediately after the strike and setting back down on the helipads surface his weight resting on the heel of his right foot.

Sol watched Snoogins go down, Sols left leg had already be ready to throw another kick if needed but he never got the chance, Snoogins did catch him right on the left knee cap though, making the slightly bent leg snap back slightly with a stinging pain.

In a fight with someone that he didn't know he might have followed through with a left kick the now downed mans head but seeing as this was a coworker her merely took a step back and offered the man a hand up.

Dont start takinga nap just yet Mrl. White. Now we have to go review the tape..."

Sol smiled and stretched his jaw slightly trying to reduce the pain from the recent uppercut.

"I wonder if boss will give us hazard pay for this."

Alison stood on top of the building, legs spread to brace herself against the wind, which was taking the steam away from her cup in large swaths. Both hands held onto the cardboard container for dear life against what was turning into a rather brisk morning. Her loose skirt rode up a little, and one of the hands detached a little to keep from exposing too much leg. Irritation surfaced for a moment, and then smoothed back into an empty expression.

He'd left her a post-it saying where he'd be. All the technology and brains in the world and he'd left her a stupid little note with a smilie face. Alison was sure he only did it because he knew it got to her, just a little. If she'd not been prewarned what he was like, if she'd not done her homework every day, then that alone would probably have put her off this entire situation. But the paycheck covered eccentricity, sometimes to an alarming degree. And if there was no gratification from the boss, there was gratification that he'd not outright fired her, which meant a job well done, which meant gratificaton for herself.

But down to buisness. She was up here in the cold, freezing her ample toosh off for a reason. She had a delivery to make, and notes to take. One of those big eccentricities had rounded the corner on everyone, and she wasn't going to be caught out in the open.

"Mr. Brown." Alison adjusted her glasses, tone just a little prim. Where Joseph was relaxed, poised, while she was alert, and not forgetting she was on the clock, as it were. He could literally ask her anything and she would be expected to produce any number of requirements, barring those against company policy. "It is a little breezy, yes. But I believe the key word was 'buisness,'" Somthing slightly wry passed off her face for just a moment. She had visions of him becoming one of those billionare's that did stupid stunts to open events, like jumping from buildings...or helicopters. So she was no little relieved when he mentioned the HoH file.

"All is well, Mr. Blackwell, and Mr. White have exceeded expectations." She stopped abruptly at the curt 'Forget it.' That was right, hadn't they been put through their paces the...other...Field test.

And then Miss Harmony was faced with a flaming fireball. Mr. Brown had done an excellent amount of work to the new equiptment to hide it's nature from her, he must have left off the back battery and the lazer adjustments. It made sense, she realized later, that in order to confront someone hand to hand, it would be pointless to field test the backpack. Either that or he was going easy on her. She suspected the first more then the second.

Flaming fireball of muck suddenly met a splash of coffee scented doom as she popped the lid, and tossed the cups contet into the air to intercept the squidgy ignited ball. Triumph then became a yelp as she dove out of the way as the STILL ignited stuff kept coming. Her jacket caught the brunt of the shower in the arm, and with a surprising amount of speed it was off and left still smoking, and then flaming java and cloth on the ground. Anger started to boil deep down as she got her feet under her from the roll. That jacket had been a favourite.

She'd have to rely a little on him saying something clever at this point, because that would be the only way she'd manage to unlock her weapon from it's snap holder on the side, and extend it properly. Alison knew she was a sitting duck, as far away as she was. This was for certain.

"Tell me Mr. Brown, do you often field test employee's along with you're gadgets?" Amazingly effecient. Surprisingly, that gave her a small amount of pleasure as she looked for a way in through banter. Effective efficiency was something she could admire in a buisness.

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Clunk clunk went her sensible shoes, as she backtracked a little, retreating from the mess that had hit the floor. But instead of letting it hold her back as it should have done, it spurred her forwards, and out of Joseph Browns very safe, if small wall of flame would come a little blond bombshell with her heels on fire.

Her tracks as she loped towards him squeltched fire and smoke in small explosions of ignited mud, as she once again looked to close the distance, glasses flickering for a moment. A good measure of her time was dependant on how close she could get before that goop wore the heels of her shoes down, and she was fairly certain that some of the actual flame had singed the edges of her skirt.

Hoping to actually drive JB back, she swung upwards with the pole when she was close, what she really wanted was to give that hand control a good knock.

"The warmth is adequate, Mr. Brown. I would have preferred the coffee."

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Oh, that was cold.

Alison was met and nailed squarely by a blast of cold that shattered into fragments into the air in front of her. It was very pretty and twinkly in the light, masking the fact that it had felt absolutely solid. Like someone had rewired those ice dispensers in a refrigerator to have a kill setting, or something. There was a whoosh as the air exploded from her lungs and she was sent skidding backwards on the asphalt, almost to her knees. She only just managed to regain her feet, shirt in tatters, exposing the silver meshwork of...

Chainmail?!

Okay, maybe it wasn't A~E's finest, yet, and maybe later when she pried it off, she'd have a wonderful pattern of scores across her chest from the shattered ice. She ducked her head, glaring at her boss over her black rimmed glasses. A quick adjustment of lenses up her nose and she pushed herself up, launching from the runners rest position that she'd found herself in. Physics do wonderful things to the female form in the case of a quick start, but we'll ignore that for the moment in favour of the fact that she was a few feet closer, and still bearing down.

Joseph Brown would find a blade closing in this time, swiped upwards in an arc, that was all buisness. If she couldn't short the machine, she'd cut it off at it's controls.

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Lets remember that the aluminum weapon wasn't the only metal thing in Alison's arsenal. With an immensely amusing squeak the woman absolutely froze with something close to shock on her face. The metal rod dropping from her hands as they instantly went to clutch her chest and the metal that lay therein. Her breasts, and more paticularly the sensitive area's all pressed up against the armor that she wore, had totally just been painfully buzzed! Luckily she did wear undergarments beneath certain area's, but they were there for chafing, not for electric tazer blocking. This was an outrage. An absolute outra-!

Joseph Brown went for the stomach blow and hit hard and fast, forcing a gasp from her as she hunched over his form. But he also had to come low and into close contact with someone that had come somewhat prepared for exactly that. Alison's hand went to her hair, pulled out one of the metal pins that held it into place and slamed the pointy end into the slight buldge on Mr. Brown's back.

She was going to have to use medicated lotion on her breasts for WEEKS after this.

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