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Adrienne didn't stop, though she did switch the direction of her massage. "Isss there anything elssse that hurtsss?"

((FYI the charie you are facing is Dawn Montigo, not the actual Hono'o Raven 3nodding ))

0.0 Dawn managed a blink of surprise at the sudden attack, the thought of someone out to mug her and steal her camera the only reason that she could think of for an unprevoked attack. "I beg your pardon?"

It was an old habbit, training really.. avoid a conflict at all cost, but there was no chance that she was going to get herself killed at this time, she had a project to finish!

Sky blue eyes dancing the woman slapped one hand against the stone wall of the old building to her left, trying not to wince at the slightly slimy feel of the rock and dug her other hand back in her pant pocket for her little "protective measure" that she had remebred not to leave the camp without.

The gound benith them began to rumble and the paving stones in some places cracked and even popped right out of place as the architect/mage called for her allies.

"Well, now that you mention it," he purred softly, leaning back against her, "I've been in need of a backrub for a while." He would like something else rubbed too, but he decided against voicing that aloud. He wasn't that drunk anymore.

Atako Okawa knew that she was seeking for something out of her pocket although the Okawa did not care until Atako saw that she threw some kind of seed into the unpaved terrain. He thought “The hell...” and he wondered what would ‘pop’ out of the ground. Although after he saw where the seed landed, he immediately reached outwards with his right arm for the handle of Hrunting, with his other hand slipping intentionally over the sharp blade. He grins as the crimson fluid drips down over the blade and a leaves a trace on its wake over the shining blade. Carefully he enshrines Hrunting the Greatsword with some rune-like symbols, his family crest, and wipes the rest of the unnecessary blood off the blade. Atako puts his finger in his mouth, and sucks the leaking vein dead, afterwards that he takes it back out of his oral feature and removes the hair residing by his temples backwards. “It is time...” The tight shirt that Atako has changes shape as he changes his posture, the muscles’ print on the shirt squabbling as he turns to point at her with his left shoulder. He bends his legs a little bit to gain more balance and put the weight of Hrunting onto the ground, Hrunting itself phasing into its ultimate form, the passing by wind curving away as they approximate the shape shifting blade.

As soon as Hrunting deforms into Atako Okawa’s desired form, Hrunting footing gets loose from the loose paved stones, the tip of the Greatsword dragged down over the ground and releasing a lot of dust which are actually the stones’ molecules distributed in trillions. Atako halts before her, his footing almost broken as one of the vines raise of the paved stones under him, however he presses down with foot down it. In succession, Atako uses his driving force when curving his right arm over his head to reel it with all of his might forth. However instead of trying to straightforward stab his opponent Atako curves his arm vertically so that his arm is still up but Hrunting facing down on the loose paved stones, the glistering blade heading down for the ‘seed’.
He replies simultaneously to her “That is just the ‘why’ I am attacking you and if you are defenseless than do something. You will need more than your vines to ‘repel’ me.”

Adrienne obliged, starting first with the neck and moving down to the shoulders and then the back. Moving down she massaged along the spine and then moving back up, she worked her way out from the spine, pausing only when she hit a stubborn spot.

Atako Okawa drove Hrunting down into the unpaved ground; the tip cracking the solid concrete under, puncturing till Atako locates the ‘seed’, in succession Hrunting ‘eats’ of the atoms, hindering the cellular makeup. In addition, many fully-grown plants become instantly brown, growing a hard cover over their texture, they become old and slingers down, crumbling into a hope. Atako’s roughly cut hair disturbs him from noticing other roots heading in his direction although he manages to erect his body and pull the strands back. The Okawa immediately pivots on his right foot, his crème-colored cloak blowing up by the rapid speed and with awe does he swing Hrunting. He turns into a circle upon his right foot, his footing still in place as slides the left foot a little bit forward and with his Greatsword he comes to face the enemy with his left shoulder, the muscles over his abdominal cavity expanding as he tilts Hrunting over his shoulder.

So Atako turns three-hundred sixty degrees with Hrunting, steps forward with his left foot and brings Hrunting down over his shoulder in a diagonal line towards the roots approximating him from the opposition’s direction. Atako Okawa slashes wind blankets although by touching nothing does Hrunting pulsate more gravity –equal to a car’s weight- over the root’s tip, making them fall down like he commanded over them. Although he could only stop a few of the lashing roots as one bypasses Hrunting and slashes his clothing, ripping open wide gaps as the clothe was tight and makes blood drip down to blend with the black-colored shirt. One of the roots nearly engraves a hole within his forehead although Atako managed to escape as he spun around with Hrunting in his hands.

Atako Okawa did not mind the cuts neither did look down to see if they were severe injuries, consumed by hate and anger, Atako stepped forth with Hrunting sliding behind him in his right hand. The Okawa was close enough to her, his eye lids scrolled up with his eyeballs scanning for any oncoming attack may it be a kick, a punch or more ‘roots’. However instead of using Hrunting Atako raises his left arm up from by his hips, bending it by the middle to drive a jab at her jaw. Atako smirked, making his oral feature broad while doing so, because little did she know that the paving stones that were removed when she spanned the roots out of the ground changed course and headed towards her spinal cord. The outgoing punch was just a mere diversion.

stare Dawn stepped into the punch, and twisted into a quick spin to let his fist pass right by her face. She continued the spin until she had simply stepped right past him.
This would put her at his back and his gravity propelled missiles right in line with his own body.