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Tora sighed and yelled aloud and down the hall. "HEY IS SOMEONE HERE!!" He used his power over wind to help carry his voice a little farther down and to make it echo through out the halls.

That would depend on what you want." She replied, keeping her voice as mild as she could manage. The words came out clipped as always, though; she was not one for much conversation.
She felt prety bad, but had suffered worse. Once. Maybe. She was having trouble remembering a worse one, but she was sure it was out there, somewhere.
She was also not going to blindly agree to anything.

Somewhere deep inside and distinctly out of sight, iron resolve crystalived into something much harder than iron. She'd kill him. That was that, and the end of the internal debate. She would, happily, slit his throat and feed him to the sharks. Or Piranas. Or whatever carnivorus beaty was around--even if it was just a bunch of alley cats.
She wated for the other man's answer, though, with a blankly bored face.
He'd better make it good.

"In otherwords: you're going to throw everything you've got at me to see where I break, and what I'll do when I'm pushed to my limit." She retorted, smirking. Pretty words, he could keep trying. She might agree; she probably didn't have a choice, anyway. She was reasonably certain that they'd fix her up and put her in that situation anyway, just one way she agreed, the other she didn't.

"Why?"
It was a flat question. True, she always wound up defeating the people she fought, but that was as much tactics and sense as anything else--tactics in that she never fought someone she hadn't seen fight once, at least, and sense in that she conserved strength, effort, and energy whenever possible. He didn't know much about her, or he would have realized that she wasn't combative with her chi; it went with the family and family business. But that her family were the Takamura Clan, was not easy knowledge to come by. It was actually damned near impossible; it was why they were still around, when others had faded.

"Ahh... Power." She said it and smiled, a touch of mockery in both. "So sorry I don't do lightning." She dropped the sarcasm. "Then why me? Surely you know I never learned to use my chi for combat, that the fights I've won have been as much for knowing my opponent as my own skill, and that I'm a snippy little pain in the a** who enjoys pestering people I don't like or don't respect."
She did not mention that, at this point in time, he met both criteria for being pestered.

"But it also tends towards erractic growths in power output."
She did not add that, were she to become something that strong, what made him think he could control her? Or even keep a trace on her at all?
Natanya inquired instead, "And where do you benefit from all this? It seems like a lot of fuss over improving a few fighters who have no real reason to obey you."
She expected him to point out that he held their lives in his hands, but for someone raised as she had been, Life was secondary to the objective. And if the objective could be completed with honor, well and good, if not, then do it anyway and find a way to redeem yourself, or die. Natanya's family held to strict codes, and she couldn't seem him knowing anything about that unless he was directly related--and she would know him if he were. Life meant little, compared to finishing a job. Honor was nothing in the face of failure; and Life was nothing in the face of dishonor.
But as usual, her thought remained unreadable, tucked in a corner far from where eyes or machines could probe.

She mentally rolled her eyes. "Then what would you say to someone who doesn't use chi, and wins by skill rather than raw power?" Natanya had no interest in leaving their brains unpicked. She waited for both men to reply with veiled impatience.