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"Oi-wha?" the seemingly deranged youth replied in a boistrous tone. He shook his hands, shook his feet, then hopped up and down on his left foot for a few seconds.

"Feck yeah!"

And at that, Tommy waved his right fist in the air in front of him menacingly, or just plain bizzarely. Either way it was confirmation that taking a** and whupping names would shortly commence.

Whether it was a moniker or a surname, no formal designation would be safe from his wrath!

Nuri was still training. He kicks the punching back once and when it came back he side steps it and than kicks it really hard with a round house and it sends the back all the way back. Nuri quickly side steps it again and avoids the bag. He turns around and wounder if he should check to see if anyone else had signed up for a spar.

Steriods? Maybe a little, as a part of the cloning process. Tommys, though, tended to have an unnaturally high level of testosterone that not only drove them to act immaturely and self-gratuitously, but made them into angry little combat-ready freaks at the drop of a hat. Forget 'balls of steel', Tommys have balls of ******** that note, Tommy just sort of stood there while Raine took up her position, and even when she started to move he didn't take up much of a stance at all. Tommy dropped back his left foot a little when she started, and when she drew close with her right ready to throw a punch, he stepped in and to the right with his right foot.

When she struck, his body turned sideways and he leaned back slightly, allowing the fist to pass over his left shoulder instead. At the same time he brought up his right arm quickly; but not with a fist. His arm came straight up, with the forearm seeming to try and strike her under the chin when she came close, using the momentum of her own charge.

The briefcase in his left hand was still by his side, swinging inwards a little bit with the motion of his step.

Such a responce was completely basic, though. She attacked with her right and kept her left back. It was to be expected that when her right missed, she would attack with her left afterwards to prevent the counter.


When he saw shoulder pull back slightly at the start of the motion, the slight swing of the briefcase turned into a full turn; swinging the heavy black box up between them so that her palm strike struck hard and firm exactly where it intended to go... just with the addition of a large black box between them that hit back against his side and hip to a significantly lesser effect.

Barely tapping his toe on the ground after that right step, he slid his foot out a little further and shifted his weight onto that leg. When the forearm smacked her on the chin and caught the top of her throat with the momentum, Tommy made his move.

His left elbow popped up, under Raine's right arm to keep it at bay. He grabbed at the right side of his neck with his right hand and pulled outwards quickly, and at the same time, pushed up and forwards with his left elbow against the underside of her right arm. All this together would have put her in a rather inopportune position, as with her center of balance still off from the rush she had made, Tommy would throw Raine over his right knee and onto her back on the ground beside him.

She wouldn't have to hear his steps, he made himself pretty well-known when he decided to shout "Heeeeeeere comes the-"

At that point, he had taken one step towards her with his right foot, and his left was following up behind him with the windup to an upwards kick that would, again, come up under her chin. His left hand was behind him, holding the briefcase again, and his right arm was about mid-level in front of him, still bent.

"KICKOFF!"

There was hardly enough force behind the kick to do anything serious like launch a person into the air like those fancy rising dragon whatchamajiggers you see on TV and in video games... hell, it was more like a soccer kick than a football one, anyways. Though it would certainly give her a good enough whack to knock her on that pretty lil' bum of hers, and be more than enough to leave a split lip.

This is the part that was more or less assumed... someone who knew how to fight, like this woman obviously did by her words earlier and her initial attack, should be able to dodge something so obvious without incident.


However, she certainly one-upped herself from before with this one... it would have worked, too, if not for the angle of the kick that allowed the follow-through-

The kick wasn't exactly a straight up and down thing, as he was coming at her from a few steps away, it had a bit more of a sideways swing to it (yes, something I probably should have written in before; appologies on that part, but I didn't think it would quite be reacted to as a straight front kick). He had expected it to miss, and with that, was intending from the start to swing with it like a roundhouse and land on that foot. She wouldn't so much be able to stand with it unless she caught it, but she could certainly push it up a little higher than he had intended to throw his balance off.

If Raine could see much in her periphrial vision, past the heel in her face at the time, she'd see something moving on her right. What that was, exactly, was the heavy black briefcase again; swinging around in Tommy's left hand to T-bone her right on the side of the head right around the time his foot was passing her left shoulder.

If all went well, he'd end up standing in a wide stance with his back facing where she had been... a little off balance so that he would have to roll up onto his toes for a moment to regain it. As for her... well, that depends on how good her eyes are.

Face-sprawling action.

Sort of.

His arms came out in front of him, though since he had a briefcase handcuffed to one of them, he had to grab onto the sides of it with both hands and use it as sort of a base to land on. For a moment he was flat on his face, in a more or less prone position, and looking as if he had just performed half a pushup on the briefcase.

Then-



Tommy started running... not even bothering to get up, he gripped the edges of the briefcase firmly and started running across the ground while pushing the damned thing over the floor. He made for the far wall and performed a broad turn, then came back at her.