Satine had been in a very unhappy mood and had left the territory to get alot more of a walk then normal. She was in her normal camo green top and black shorts. She had taken to keeping her newer katana and her old half of her pair with her crossed over her back at all times now that she was keeping an eye out for Colleen all the time. She cringed and punched a tree with the anger that caused her. She hissed to her self and moved on, turning towards the human area to look for some food to steal, might as well get an easy free meal while she was this pissed off.

Phoebe, was in a bad mood since she woke up this morning. She didn't know what the issue was, but she didn't even want be around her mate. So, instead of getting mad at him and yelling, she just left him a note saying she was out and to do whatever he wanted. She donned something fairly different from her usual; she had on a pair of blue jean shorts that were frayed and short on her, and a tank top that was fairly tight on her. Sunglasses topped her head, and she had on her usual pearl necklace and her new promise ring. Her blond and bright pink hair was tossed into a messy looking braid that was getting long and longer, it seemed. A thud caught her attention and her gray ears swerved to it, as did her path. With her nail bat thrown over her shoulder, Phoebe easily looked like she belonged to some kind of gang. "The hell..?"

Satine froze and instantly had both her blades out in a blink of an eye. "Who's there? Colleen if that's you so help me Schmees not here right now and I'll just..." she left it open ended cause she didn't know that she would actually kill her mates friend....maybe just cut off a hand so she would stop touching her Schmee. She turned around in a slow circle to find where the voice had come from. She saw a female, dark, blond hair and with a bat full of nails. She raised her brow, it might not be Colleen but Satine might have fun with this any ways. She wanted to let off some steam and since she couldn't find Colleen or someone else this might be her chance. She spun one blade in her hand and then the other and smiled. "Got a problem?" she asked with an almost evil smirk.

here was at threatening growl if she'd ever heard one. The hair on the back of Phoebe's neck, and tail, rose up and she swung her baseball out in front of her almost lazily. Then, she spotted the other girl's grin and growled a bit more. "Why the hell should I tell you my name?" She asked, one hand on her hip, the other bouncing the baseball bat off her shoulder, unmatching eyes glaring hard.

Satine growled back, her lip curling. "Well i wouldn't mind knowing the name of the b***h who's a** I'm going to kick!" she said with a hiss as she spun one of her katana's again. She looked over the woman's bat, she didn't have to be good with something that big and dangerous, just lucky. Satine would have to keep all her attention on that and the woman if this did turn into a fight like she wanted. She felt her growl growing and her whole body itched for a fight. She just hoped that Schmee wouldn't find out too soon, she might not be too happy with Satine.

"Kick my a**?" Pheobe scoffed at the idea and stepped forward, moving the bat in front of her before pointing it at the other. "Well, b***h, looks like it's your unlucky day. You're tangling with Phoebe!" Before the other would utter a word, Phoebe dashed forward, with her bat pulled back. In true batter's form, she skidded to a stop and took a low sing, aiming for her waist or legs. If she had the element of surprise on her side, she'd land a pretty nasty blow.

Satine laughed at the female as she saw the move coming. With an elegant leap into the air she back flipped away from the very nasty looking bat and cartwheeled back into a standing position. "Ha! All forward and no surprise at all. I'd have guessed someone like you would use a move so crude and silly!" She said as she ran around the back of the female, ducking low she slid a foot at the woman's feet to knock her down, she didn't want to necessarily kill her right away.

hoebe was taken aback by the sudden agile leap, honestly not expecting it. She backed away a little and tried to follow the other female, but was on her back before she could. Unlike Satine, Phoebe wasn't warmed up, nor familiar with fighting that didn't involve brute strength. Somehow, though, she'd beat this idiotic female. Phoebe wasn't on her back for long, she kicked her feet out and lept up on them with little effort, bouncing a couple of times to turn to face the other. Wherever she was. "You're a fast b***h. Must mean you can't take a hit."

Satine laughed. "there arnt many would could take a hit from that bat of yours and make it out of the fight still moving. So excuse me for useing my speed i worked hard for to my advantage." she said as sne zoomed around the other side and aimed a slash at the female, making it a little far from her to see if she had the speed to block it in general. She needed to know how well the female could block so she knew how to go about with her close attacks.

Now she was getting the hang of it. Her eyes could follow the female and could predict her attacks. However, she wouldn't block with her bat. Oh, no. Phoebe used her arm to block the blade and attempted to swing down, using the bottom of the blade to hit Satine's back, try to force her on the ground. If it connected, it would surly bring her to the ground, not for long, but there'd be a good bruise and lots of pain involved.

Satine hadn't expected that and she was even more pissed off now. She growled and rolled the other female off quickly as she jumped back up as fast as she could. She put one of her blades away and came at the female again, using her legs once more she kicked out at the females side, keeping the blade down at her side.

Phoebe attempted to use the bat as a block, but wasn't quite up to speed yet. Sweat was already getting on her face and in her eyes. Still, it didn't stop Pheobe from swinging at Satine's leg, aiming once more to do some serious damage. Screw this little girl and her speed. Strength is what it was all about!

Satine saw that evil bat of hers coming to block her leg and cursed. Could she block it some how? Or move her leg just a little to have it hit someplace else? Yes she lowered her kick just in time to hid near Phoebe's hand. It left a bruise but nothing compared to what she could have had. She would still be able to walk and move with out her leg falling off from those rusting gross nails. She ran around behind the female and charged at her from the other side, her long blade drawn and aimed at the other woman's side.

Phoebe tried her damnedest to follow the other woman around and figure out her game plan. She handed it to the little b***h, she'd blocked very well, and Phoebe had to come up with a new line of attack. A flash of the blade brought her back to the present and she was almost to late to dodge. She back stepped and bent her body backwards, though the tip of the blade caught her along the side, creating a wound that started bleeding. Then, she put her bat behind her, pushed off with her legs, aiming her booted feet to get Satine right in the gut, if she was still close by. Damn, she was just getting bruised and cut up!

Satine took the hit cause she had over swung sunce Phoebe dodged her attack for the most part. She rolled, careful of her blade, and got up, taking a moment to catch her breath before she took a deep breath and charged back over to the female. She put her other blade away, wanting to get her hands on the female. She snuck in quickly past the bat and aimed a punch for her ribs, bringing the opposite knee up towards the wound she had cut to get her again in the side, which one would she block?

Phoebe would dodge neither. She took the punch to the ribs and the knee to the wound, but only because she brought her head to headbutt Satine, aiming to break that nose of hers. Sure, she was short on breath, and hurting, but she didn't let it slow her down, much. Then she felt the knee to her cut and she growled harder, eyes narrowing before she backed off, tossing her bat to the side. "No weapons. Just... Just us."

Satine cursed as her nose broke and blood poured from her face. "********!" She said as she took the three throwing knives off her thigh and tossed them at the tree. All of them hitting and sticking. "Its too much effort to take off my blades and i'm not tossing them to the ground naked but i will not draw them." she said as she looked over the female. Satine had the advantage still cause her and Schmee would spar till one of them passed out of came close to it, and this female in front of her looked close to dropping soon. She licked the blood off her lip and then wiped her bleeding face with the back of her hand as she charged at her, her knee aimed for the other side of Phoebe's chest then the one she had already hit.

Phoebe nodded when the other spoke and brought a hand to the wound, feeling it. Stitches would be needed, that was for sure. The dark skinned girl was very close to dropping. She hadn't sparred in a while, or practiced, so she was severely out of shape. When Satine charged at her, Phoebe forced her hands out in front to catch that foot and brought one of her feet out to sweep at Satine's foot on the ground, while twisting the foot captured by her hands, hoping to throw her off balance.

Satine felt herself get grabbed and her support foot get pulled out from under her. She rolled with the throw and landed on her hands, springing back to her feet she looked at Phoebe. "So out of practice! But still able to keep up with me this much!" She was panting now but that was only cause she couldn't breath out of her blood caked nose. She spit on the ground, blood that had dripped into her mouth, and then charged at the girl again, a fist aimed for her face.

Phoebe took the punch to the face; she knew how much pain she could handle and she was reaching her limit. Her vision was starting to go blurry. She raised her fist, aiming for anywhere on Satine that would cause her any amount of pain. This would seriously have to end soon. She couldn't keep up much longer!

Satine grabbed the hand that half heartily aimed for her chest and with a twist and spin she had pulled the weak woman to the ground. "I think you have had enough." she said as she looked down at her, breathing through her mouth as she looked at the woman who could hardly keep her eyes open. She rested a foot on the woman's chest to keep her down so she stopped hurting her self. "Are you done or do you need more." she said. Satine was just starting to get to her stopping point, but she was always warmed up and ready for a spar or fight, this poor woman wasn't in a good mood or ready for someone like Satine to fight, so she had tired faster.

That punch to her face made her nose bleed and split her lip, so there was blood on her face, dripping from her side, bruises welling up already and sweat everywhere. She didn't care she'd lost, or the pressure on her chest, which was making it harder and harder to breath. She wheezed a little bit and cracked open one eye. Her hands went to Satine's foot and she tried her damnedest to push it off. To no avail. "G-get... get the ********... o-off..." She breathed out, coughing a bit before she spat up at Satine's leg.

Satine Hissed as she was spit on but she pulled the leg off her. "What nice manners to use on someone who could still kill you if i wanted to." she said with a hiss. She walked over to the tree where her knives were and slid them back into her thigh holster. "Since i didn't tell you my name its Satine. You need a lot more work. But if your nice i will take you someplace you know you can get help from for the bleeding. Or do you want to try and make it there on your own?" she said. She was feeling better since she had won the fight and wasn't going to leave the female here if she couldn't make it out to help.

Phoebe gasped when the foot was gone, able to breath again, well, through her mouth and thought long and hard. Screw it, she had no personal war with this woman. "Th....that'd be helpful," she said through a weak and broken laugh. A couple of her ribs felt cracked from the beating she took. "I-if... If I could... move."

Satine walked over and reached down and hooked an arm, under Phoebe's and stood her up slowly. "So why are you in a bad mood?" she said as she moved over to where Phoebe had tossed her bat and, keeping her steady, she picked it up looked at the woman. "Which way?" she asked not sure where to take the female.

Phoebe hissed and bitched under her breath. She took the bat from Satine and used it as a cane before shrugging. "W-woke up in one..." She pointed towards the apartment building off in the distance and winced. Patch wouldn't like this at all. "Y-you?" Who knew? Maybe Phoebe would have a female friend after getting her a** kicked.

Satine looked at her as she helped her to the apartments. "My mates master is back and is trying to take her from me. But shes mine and i wont give up easy. Going to be fighting her in a few days." she said with a growl to her self at the though of Colleen again.

Phoebe told her where to go and what apartment to open up. When they got there, Patach was gone, but that as what she figured. "Just... lay me down on my floor... something. I'll move when I want too," she said thanking the Gods for the A/C. It was nice and cold in her apartment. "Feel.... free to rest here. And that chick sounds like a b***h. Just.... kill her. I would."

Satine laughed at her and shook her head. "I would but my Schmee still wants to be friends with her...I don't mind her being there, teaching her or us more about fighting but i don't want her all over my Schmee." She said. "If she keeps touching her i might just have to. If it had been Colleen who had come out not you i would have killed her right there."

Phoebe nodded a bit and was glad Satine dumped her on the floor. It was soft enough, with the carpet, so she didn't care. During the fight, her braid had come undone, so her hair was a sweaty, bloody, tangled mess, sticking to her flushed dark skin. She huffed and puffed, struggling for any amount of breath she could get. Damn that punk; really did a number on her. "T-thanks... for bringing me back. M-maybe next time... don't... crack my ribs and I w-won't break... your nose?"