| [Oct. 1st, 2008|04:42 pm] |
Who needed knives? Raidou was perfectly content to work with his hands--and feet, when the crowd pulled back enough to allow for it. The mulleted jounin was fast and hard-hitting, but he'd obviously indulged in several more of Anna's creations than Raidou had, and his reflexes were just a hair-trigger too sloppy.
Of course, Raidou's weren't exactly up to his usual standards, either, but he managed to get in at least two hits for every one of mullet-boy's. Right up until Anna ghosted up behind him and locked an arm around his throat.
"Just because I think you're pretty, does not mean I'll watch you tear up the place," she said severely.
"--!" said Raidou, who was mostly getting choked.
The jounin grinned at him, mouth dark with fresh blood, and wound up for a fresh punch--
Until Shin clocked him neatly in the temple, flooring him.
"Genma," Anna snapped, pivoting with Raidou still in her surprisingly firm grasp, "you know the rules! No fighting. No bringing people who will fight. And who the hell let these idiots in?" |
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