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The girl hesitated for a moment, and entered. She looked around briefly, and took in the beauty. It still didn't phase her from being supremely pissed off at Razzer. "I don't care." the girl said rebelliously, narrowing her eyes and glaring at Razzer. Smirking, Razzer flicked his wrist, sending a small blob of H2O soaring from the pond behind him. It flew past his face and hit the door to the hallway, knocking it closed.

Its job done, the blob of water fell to the ground and splashed over the sakura petals.

"Tell me your name, girl." Razzer said, extending his hand and catching a petal that fell in front of his face. He crumpled the petal in his fist and dropped it to the ground. He looked at the broken petal briefly, then looked back up at the girl.

The girl followed the water, and seemed indecisive as to whether to be threatened by the move. Razzer didn't mean the blob to be threatening but if it was, all the better.

When Razzer asked her name, the bulges under her cloak gave a throb. Apparently, her name was Ashori. Moronic name, but Razzer didn't tell her that. It would just make her lumps throb again and oh no, he didn't want that!

Razzer noticed as her eyes darted to his... tentacle... and back up to him again. "Razzer." he said in an equally menacing tone. "And yes, it's a tentacle. Live with it. Can't be any worse than those hideous bulges under your cloak."

((back in an hour))

[Eh, it's okay. I was offline anyways. XP]

He'd definately hit the main nerve this time. Positively fuming, Ashori brushed the tuft of hair to the side, revealing her hidden eye. Unlike her sky-blue eye, this one was crimson and had a black slit for a pupil - not unlike that of a demon. Razzer noticed a marking on her cheek... something resembling a question mark on crack.

"Don't speak of things you do not know." she spat at him. If someone had cracked an egg on her face it would have fried. With a billowing cloud of cloak, her wings spread out. One was angelic and feathery, but the left one - the one on the "dark" side of her was leathery and looked almost like a bat's wing. A spazzy black tail darted around her. She glared at him with the utmost intensity. If looks could kill...

Interesting... Razzer thought.

"And yet you speak of my tentacle." Razzer said calmly. Angry remarks wouldn't get her angrier. His calmness would piss her off more. "It is obvious, Asholi," he said, purposely pronouncing her name incorrectly, "that you are an easily angered person." Allowing himself a small laugh, Razzer returned her stone cold gaze. "Might it be that you yourself are looking for a fight?"

As anyone could tell you, this was quite the opposite. Razzer was the one baiting her, and she had firmly grabbed the hook.

"If is a fight you seek, a fight you will have. Shall we?" Calmly, the mage strode past her and towards the dojo. If she was as intelligent as he took her for, she would have noticed that Razzer had chosen to begin a fight in the dojo away from the pond, as opposed to right there, next to the pond. But he didn't want the fight to be over that quickly.

"Just because I can't see something, doesn't mean I don't know what's there." Razzer whispered as he passed her. Sparks were shooting from Ashori's fingertips - black sparks. She snarled at him as he passed, showing her pointy white teeth. They surely wouldn't be things that Razzer would want puncturing his skin, but what happens would happen.

Once in the dojo he made his way to the opposite side of the room, and stopped. Pivoting, he turned to face the door. Ashori entered, and smirked. Some more sparks danced from her hand, burning small holes in the bamboo carpeting. Under normal circumstances Razzer would have been annoyed that his bamboo carpet was ruined, but the whole dojo would probably be gone in a few minutes.

Standing still, Razzer noticed he was in a stance similar to that of one of the old western cowboys before they drew their guns and started firing their pathetically weak little bullets. Smiling, he opened and closed his fist, as if to warm it up and prepare it for use. How would he attack, if there was no water in sight? Did he have some secret ability unrevealed, or was there something more sinister at work? Or, quite simply, was he an idiot?

Calmly, Razzer stood and watched the unnaturally black lightning travel towards him. His arms at his sides, he let the lightning travel closer. Still flexing his hand, he brought it forward suddenly. There was a small explosion behind him and the wall blew apart. The pipes inside burst, sending a small torrent of water spilling out. Whipping his hand to the left, Razzer dragged the water in front of him. It flattened itself out and reshaped, forming a large shield. The lightning bolts struck the shield, and the effect was quite interesting.

Razzer had made sure to put pipes in every wall of the dojo, in case of a situation such as this. Every wall.

As soon as the black lightning hit the shield, the lightning spread out in the water and turned the shield a dark blueish-black.

Taking special care not to let the water too close to the lightning-charged shield, Razzer used his other hand to begin flinging dagger-shaped barbs of water at Ashori. Still holding the shield in mid air, the mage used his powers to begin reshaping the charged blob, forming a star-like object. The object began rotating, spinning faster and faster with each rotation. With a flick of his bandaged wrist, Razzer sent the star careening towards the girl.

Most of the daggers were stopped by Ashori's lightning, but two still managed to get through and graze her. Razzer never really expected them to make it more than a few feet - they were only a distraction for his shield.

Wow, she has slow reflexes. Razzer thought. Either that, or isn't very good at fighting.

The star-shield spun through the air towards Ashori. She raised her hands and used her dark magic to reinforce them. The star crashed into her hands, forcing her back a few inches. She looked like she was struggling to keep the lightning in the water from zapping her - getting hit with your own attack is just embarassing.

But Razzer had other plans. Suddenly he released the magic binding the star together, and it fell to the floor. The still electrically-charged water splashed to the floor around Ashori's feet - if so much as a drop touched her the lightning would make the jump and fry her.

Just to make sure she could handle two tasks at once, Razzer began flinging more daggers at her. It shouldn't be too hard to keep from getting wet while dodging daggers, right? If you can dodge a dagger, you can dodge a ball...

As predicted, Ashori shot up into the air, using her gigantic mismatched wings to keep her afloat. She skillfully (though a little choppily) dodged the daggers, actually catching two and tossing them down. While in the air, she launched two bolts at Razzer, but something told him that that wasn't her attack.

Her eyes... they flickered for just a second on the ground below. That was all Razzer needed. She was using the bolts as a distraction while she snaked the lightning through the soggy bamboo carpet. Smirking, Razzer wiggled his tentacle just a little, forcing any water seeping through the carpet near him away - this left a dry circle of carpet around him. Lifting his right arm, he brought up two blobs of water from the carpet. They intercepted the bolts, deflecting them away from Razzer. One bolt hit the ceiling, burning a fair hole in the wood. The other struck one of the wooden pillars supporting the roof, causing it to splinter and send half-burnt shards of wood askew.

Now out of danger, Razzer quickly ran through possible counterattacks. Ashori was flying now, meaning that she would be less able to quickly dodge and change direction. But she also was now immune to ground attacks, and since she was in the air the lightning wouldn't have anywhere to ground - so it would be harmless if it struck her. But then Razzer came up with a plan.

Gritting his teeth just slightly, he wrenched his right arm towards the ceiling and back down again. The pipe running through the ceiling just above Ashori's head burst, sending debris and a high-velocity turret of water soaring downwards at her.

Okay, her reflexes were a bit better than Razzer thought. But Ashori still got slightly wet from the water pouring out of the ceiling. That was good. Now she was like a magnet for lightning. Unless she was stupid she wouldn't want to set foot on the ground any more.

Razzer easily dodged the three bolts flung at him, and they struck harmlessly into the destroyed wall behind him. Then, in a move he hadn't anticipated, Ashori reached into her boot. An itch? Razzer didn't think so. She threw another lightning bolt, and this one felt different. Only a moment too late he realized that there was something hidden in the bolt. Violently pulling his arm up, Razzer shot a jet of water at the bolt, but it wasn't enough. The bolt was deflected - it hit another of the pillars - but the water missed the knife, and it hit the edge of Razzer's arm, tearing the bandage. He kept from gasping in pain, but it was hard. A small circle of darkness quickly grew from the point of impact, darkening the tattered bandage. Swearing in his mind, Razzer took a deep breath and began to unfurl the ruined bandage. He had no choice, he couldn't keep it on. The bloody bandages fell to the bamboo mat below with a slightly soggy plop.

Razzer looked at his Ashori, then at his arm. His skin was scarred and charred, as if it had been subjected to repeated torture by fire and knife. Blood seeped through the thin lines of his scars, making an eerie pattern. Barely visible on the back of his hand was a different scar - a deliberate one. If someone looked closely, it seemed to resemble the japanese kanji for "half."

Now not nearly as calm as he previously was, Razzer was pissed. The gloves - bandages - were now off. Moving all available limbs, the mage began bursting all the pipes, completely mangling the walls. Water poured out and onto the carpet. By this point the carpet was oversaturated, and so the water began to flow over the carpet, making about an inch of blood-tinged water on top.

Unless Ashori unleashed all the energy she had, there wouldn't be enough lightning to make any effect in the water. Keeping a blank face, Razzer began sending the water up in jets towards the half-angel half-demon girl floating in the air.