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Tommy's heel came down on the edge of the table, and the talbetop came up off of the base, falling to the floor after making quite a din. He shuffled forwards again right foot first, and then snapped out with another low kick towards Roland's front leg.

(( I don't... Tommys tend to know one move. The one that fought Shou could only headbutt. The one I sent to Lu Bu could only uppercut. This one can only kick. ))

(( Not by CI. I forgot what name I cooked up for the corporation behind it... but they repopulate Gaia after every n00b massacre in which millions of 'civilians' are killed. biggrin *Hits the respawn button.* ))


Tommy got rocked. Because that's what happens when you only have one usable appendage and you're using it to stand. He took the straight near the shoulder, but fell backwards so that the uppercut nearly whiffed. As for Roland leaping... well, if he could jump high and far enough to get onto Tommy's face, he'd end up jumping right over Tommy when he fell over.

"Can't you shut your face?"

Regardless, Tommy performed a handspring towards wherever Roland's face ended up being, still dragging that beaten up suitcase with him.

His attack blocked, as they both should clearly have seen, Tommy fell down. Then slammed his left hand onto the ground and performed a sweep with his right leg towards Roland. Mortal Kombat style, G.

The sweep completed and he pulled his legs under him again. Following that, Tommy jumped up with a snap kick with his right towards the side of Roland's head.

"ORYAAAAAAAAA~waiti'mnotjapanese!??!?"

Tommy's other foot slammed into the center of Roland's chest, knocking the both of them apart.

Tommy didn't wait for him to say nothin', he was already runnin'.

About five feet from Roland he slammed down his right foot onto the ground, swung out with his left in another roundhouse, and swung his right arm into it, as well... with the momentum added from the suitcase as a counterbalance, Tommy spun faster and with more force than he would have been otherwise able to, and thusly... yon foot careened towards yon gut.

Tommy flew through a couple tables, and junk. Then, all of a sudden, his suitcase exploded in a firey inferno that destroyed everything and everyone... within about 3 feet of it.


(( I'm tired-a-bed time. biggrin ))

Farther away in the city, in the back alley behind a shady bar, a slim girl crouched among filth. She wasn't a whore, which would have been a logical thing to assume (the bar didn't have a good reputation); she wasn't well-endowed enough for that, but her features were pleasant enough and her body strong and lithe, made graceful and quick by years of leaping across rooftops on her midnight hunts and picking pockets during the daylight hours. Around her, the ghosts gathered, watching her empty out her rewards for a day spent loitering around the docks and their constant stream of fat, stupid tourists, not smart enough to watch their purses. The girl was oblivious to them, even when her own mother's spirit brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. She was busy counting. "Twenty, twenty five, thirty, thirty-five..." she recited, silver coins trickling through her quick, clever fingers. Should be enough, she thought to herself, and stood, bouncing the heavy leather purse in her palm. It's jingling comforted her somehow; it made her feel secure. Money was safety when you had grown up in poverty, with only a cheap whore for a mother and a father who had fled Strata as soon as he found out Merianne was pregnant. And now she would follow in his footsteps, fourteen years later. Not to find him--she had no hopes of that, the slimy b*****d was probably dead by now--but to find a future. Her mother, before fever had claimed her, had always said that her lineage was too proud for prostitution. Hadn't stopped Merianne from it, though.

Whistling a lewd tavern song, Saiyamoru tucked her money in her sash and set off for the outskirts of the city.