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Crim's eyes were closed, yet his left twitched in frustation. He stood and screamed. "GAH! YOU REALLY ARE LIKE A CAT!" He shook his head, reaching up to his face with his left hand and quickly running his hand back through his messy hair, leaving it pushed back on his head for the most part.

He noticed the unsheathed katana and stared at it for a moment, then back at her face. "Heh, okay." He muttered, apparently amused. His left hand would go to the back of his waist where one of his sheathed fighting knives awaited attached to his belt. He grabbed the handle of it and with his thumb unclasped a button strap which secured it's crossguard to the sheathe, then drew it out slowly. He raised it to Kata, smirking, it's blade pointed at her. "A little blade on blade, then?" he said, his right hand's aura slowly fading out. He reached to the knife sheathed in the same way, upside down on a special belt wrapped around his torso under his jacket.

He held the other knife up, crossing the two blades in front of him. They were two razor sharp 12 inch clip point fighting knives, their blades wide and their guards long and sturdy. "Haven't used both in a while."

He circled Kata, his feet moving slowly and touching down upon the floor carefully with each smooth step to his right, his heel touching down after the toes of his boots. He held his knives as he had before, crossed in front of him. From this stance he could go anywhere, but what he did decide to do, was to move in on her. He knew katanas were deadly, even in extreme close quarters, however... He also knew that if he were to get into such a range his shorter blades would have the advanatage.

He eyed her, not watching her blade but watching her. Her face, but more importantly, her eyes; The very windows to her soul and her lethal intentions toward him.

In a sudden instant Crim stepped toward her, his left leg moving forward as his right foot propelled him toward her as if he were a fencer. Quickly he would attempt to push the blade of her katana backward, using his crossed fighting knives, clashing them with the edge of her blade, and pushing back only slightly moving his arms and using the momentum his body had suddenly built up. He figured with her small frame she wouldn't be able to swing such a long sword quick enough to do anything harmful to him quickly enough.

After the blades clashed he sidestepped left, his left arm dropping to his side while keeping his right blade(The one in front of the other) extended in front of him and sliding it upward along Kata's blade until her blade would connect with the long crossguard of his knife where his knife would "catch" her blade, so to speak. All the while he bent his right elbow enough to move in and around her katana while it was occupied with his knife.

Moving into her on her right side, quickly he raised the knife in his left hand toward her and lunged at her slightly while her sword was being defended against with his other blade. He attempted to stab her quickly, lunging only enough to get close enough for his blade to reach her abdomen. The blade of the knife he was attacking with was turned sideways with the edged part facing away from her and the inner curvature of the blade as well as it's spine facing her, the stab was aimed at her side just above her pelvic bone, inwardly, where the curved point of the blade would have a bit of a hook effect if connecting.

Crim looked at her, standing upright and flipping his two knives over in his hands to a reverse grip. He glanced down to her pants and the hole he made.

Too bad I didn't get the waistline... He thought, frowning.

While looking at her pants he couldn't help but notice again that she was barefoot. A terrible joke came into his mind, a taunt... It's corniness so great that he could not hold it in.

"Getting cold feet?" he asked, his face covered in SMUG.

Crim` took a ready stance, his legs spreading a bit wider than the width of his shoulders, his feet planting flat on the ground and his left and right arms both raising as he quickly flipped the knives in his hands switching between both reverse and normal grips in anticipation of her attack.

He narrowed his eyes and observed the patch of fire that moved toward him, but more importantly the catgirl with a flaming sword who very hastily approached on it's heels. He lunged backward just as the flames nipped at his feet while tightly gripping his left knife at the last moment in a reverse hold and then raising the blade upward to deflect the catgirl's slash by sharply striking her blade with his own just as it came down toward his shoulder. He stumbled back a few steps due to the recoil and the flash that the flaming blade clashing with his own had caused.

The flames engulfing the sword singed his left sleeve and glove; the embers that bounced off of it also spiralled toward his torso and nipped at the tips of his shoulderlength hair, having been pushed forward by the wind as he moved back.

He hopped back a few more steps, shaking his head quickly to dispel the flames that had found their way to his radiant dome while hitting his chest with his right hand to put out whatever devious little embers that had found their way there. When he finally stopped he quickly raised his left knife, the Earth ring on his left finger glowing brightly. He would sweep his left hand widely from his left side to his right as he harshly screamed "Rift!", the green aura of the jewel embedded on the ring trailing behind his hand as the floor inbetween the two combatants cracked and created a curved rift in the floor that would rise a bit on it's two lips, dispelling or rerouting the little flame patch that she had sent toward him.

This was a hasty technique and one he didn't have time to focus enough on to make the rift that deep, managing this time to only get roughly 3 feet of cleavage.

Yup. Cleavage as in... The Earth. Too bad for Skylicker...

Crim stepped backward quickly, leaning his torso backward, his weight suddenly being supported on his left foot which was further back than his right. He dodged the bulk of her slash, but the edge of Kata's blade did end up ripping through the front of his jacket just above his bellybutton.

Flames were now attached to his jacket due to the now elemental nature of Kat's blade, though his jacket wasn't made of the most flammable material so he decided to ignore the flames for now, lunging toward her low while keeping his right handed knife near his body in a reverse grip and attempting again a quick jab with the knife in his left hand, much like the one before but this time aimed at her jugular.

Suddenly WHAM, the flat of Kata's blade connected with Crim's face with a harsh slap. He reeled, retreating backward while hitting himself repeatedly in the head with the inside of his wrist to put out his hair which was slightly set aflame.

"Son of a b***h!" he screamed, now feet away. "How many times must I tell you not to mess up my hair?!" he asked, his face filled with great vengeance and a furious anger rivalling that of Jules Winnfield. He now stood there and frowned, his hair more a mess than before. It was shorter now, in random places. Clearly he would need a bit of grooming after leaving here.

He looked down to the knife in his left hand, seeing blood dripping off of the edge and suddenly his frown turned into a slight smirk as his eyes found the wound below the catgirl's shoulder.