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(( 1D20 +Taijutsu [2]= 10 ))

Amane chuckled a little as she slowly pushed herself up off of the ground, giggling at her own clutzish nature. Though maybe she only felt conferable laughing was because she misread this girls overly happy grin. She sat cross legged as the girl walked over to the bird, she had just expected the girl to go examine what happened to it, so maybe she could do some form of autopsy and discover what happened... Who knew, some people were in fact crafty like that. And something about this girls inhuman beauty made the strange things seem perfectly possible. And funny enough, as she thought of this, a strange thing did in fact happen.

The girl started ripping the bird apart, it wasn't hard, the bird didn't have very many muscles, and it's bones were frail, such was the cost of flight. Tears flooded Amane's eyes as she saw the horror of it. In a flash she was on her feet, moving at lightning speeds towards the twisted beauty. Sliding on the ground as she got close to her, she twisted her hips, lifting a leg up to bring her muddy shoe across that delicate, beautiful face. She wasn't sure what she was doing, the bird was already violated and abused past the point of saving, yet somehow she felt she could stop this girl, go back in time if you will. What the hell is your problem!?

Amane spun and slid on the ground, once again kicking up dirt onto her pants. She looked dead on at the girl. What she said... It triggered even more rage in the small girls body. For some reason Amane felt that if she could break open that unreal face, that it would shatter this unreal attitude. She growled as she stared straight into those beautiful eyes. That pretty body... Why did Amane feel jealous? Why did she care? Her eyes were still watery at the poor disembodied bird. And finally she shouted, moving her hand back dramatically.

Exactly! It's dead! We need to find the killer!... She really wasn't the most perceptive girl... But even as she spoke, her eyes showed determination. She obviously felt very strongly about this, even if she hadn't put it together. And even if it's dead, you can't treat it that way! It's still a part of this world, and you can't treat your world like that, damnit!

Amane squinted at the girl, and her little speech. She wasn't quite sure... But it sounded strangely erotic, which just made Amane shiver in grossness. However she continued to stare dead at her. Why wasn't she attacking back? She growled, as she kept in her stance, legs bent ready for a swift kick to that pretty face. As she finished her statement, Amane just scoffed. She looked straight at the red haired girl, wondering what strange hole her pretty face crawled out of.

Oh, boo hoo, you didn't ask to be born into this world! Amane growled, she didn't ask for her mother to die. She didn't ask for her life to change. She didn't ask for this meeting, or for that bird to be brutalized. Cry all you want, no matter how much you complain or take it out on everything else, you're still here! Doing this just because you have a bug stuck up your a** is just stupid! But if you want something else you didn't ask for, here's a broken nose!

She charged towards the girl, getting close, spinning so her back was facing her, bending down on her left foot so she had almost touched the ground with her body. Then in an insteant she leaped onto her hand in a backflip like thing, her right foot obviously being aimed for that pretty porcelain nose.

(( 1D20[2] +Taijutsu[2]=4 ))

Theme Song: Combat Theme

Hp: 9/10

So unrefined.

Her cousin dearest (Sukotto) at least bothered to complete that combat style of his...

She moved with the adrenaline rushing in her veins...the mere presence of combat excited her. Fighting, blood, and pain...it was proof that she was alive - that she exists. As far as all she cared how the cycle of wars Shimagakure weathered and has yet to face went...

Shinobi, samurai...it's all the same...

Won't it be nice now...if both destroys the other...?

Not allowing Amane her time for full recovery from that flip, her hand snaked forth, obviously aiming for the other's throat...intending to choke the life out of the smaller girl...she softly too hissing these words as if she was not one herself but something inhumane judging the folly of humans...

"..I especially hate...the naiveness of your type..."

...

"...the type to die young."

Grapple: 1d20 (8 ) + Strength [1]

[[ 8/10 HP ]]

As she put her hands into the dirt, she took a deep breath. This ball was going to explode, however before she made her attack, she simply laughed.

You know, it's funny that you call me poppot. Let's face it, you're the only doll here! And i will break that porcelain face! As she yelled, it was obvious that at this point she didn't know which face she was talking about. The frail, girlish one that a man could easily fall in love with. Or the cruel, sadistic one that wanted to see life get choked out of all humanity. That was silly, to Amane it was perfectly clear which her kicks were aimed to break. Her arms sprung up even pushing her off the ground. She was still curled, yet at the current height her hips were a little lower than Porcelain's face. Time seemed to freeze for just an insteant. With both feet she shot out with all of her strength, hoping that she would connect hard enough to knock some sense into the girl, and also so she could flip back onto her feet and no longer be stuck fighting from the ground

[[ 1D20[4] +Taijutsu[2]= 6 ]]

Theme Song: Combat Theme

Hp: 9/10

For a brief split moment, it seemed Haruka stood perfectly still. But she had actually dug the heel of her right foot solidly into the ground, forcefully for stable position, the only hint to movement being ghostly strands of fire-red hair seemingly for a moment afloat in the still night air... Almost as if this was not a fight, but a childish play - because almost rather disarmingly, the other did clap her hands together in clear delight.

But she did not give Amane the time to recover from her position from the ground and with a joyous shriek of laughter, she rushed forth to meet her attacker: with a quick twist of the right foot aside - but not by much to injure the tendons with the sharp movement - to add speed and in a swift, almost pendulum-like moment, her left knee came up in a swift round-house kick and in the last moment, to accentuate the strike further with force, in the brief moment allowed her shin to swing forth, the sole of the heel aimed for the other girl's neck...

Taijutsu: 1d20 (19) + Taijutsu [1]

Amane's emerald eyes flickered brilliantly, with rage and anger. It was an interesting comparison, compared to this girls calm dark eyes, calm eyes that echoed with a certain twisted smile. Amane began to wonder if she was taking her seriously at all. The way she moved, and he way that she had looked at her with no more respect than the bird she had brutalized, she had a feeling she wasn't. Amane knew the best point of action would be to swipe that one foot out from under her so she would topple on the ground. However right now she had abandoned strategy all together, for the soul purpose of making a point.

She lifted her foot straight upwards, as if preparing for an axe kick. She was aiming for that stupid delicate, chin. As her foot moved up she scoffed as the girls pretty head, moved around delicately. She wasn't sure why she was so upset at this, maybe it was because of her mother... Remembering that, her eyes no longer narrowed as she made her strike. And her determined frown, turned into a positively happy smile, it was almost unnerving.

((1D20[?]+ Taijutsu[2]

Theme Song: Combat Theme

Hp: 9/10

She wasted no time.

Even as her strange lullaby pooled around all of the still shadowy corners of the forest, like a phantom, she suddenly drew close again, and without warning, the girl's own foot lashed out: clearly intending to kick out Amane's other foot that held the smaller girl stable. Even though she had long stopped the tune itself, it still seemed that the haunting notes of the lullaby lingered with the shadows due to the soft, seemingly eternal hum...

Perhaps even the morning light above was giving a lurid quality to the equally flame-red locks of her hair, making her red-gold locks seemed almost dipped with traces of pooling blood...and the silence of the forest perfectly accentuating the dark, twisted smile on her face...

Taijutsu: 1d20 (3) + 1