『 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕖 』

Akane vc: oh wow, pls tell me your navi did not override the format system 

zero.exe sneezes in the bg. 

@dataget​ 

Kova vc: AIN’T THAT A MOOD

Akane vc: oh did your netnavi did the same too?! YAY

Dingo wasn’t entirely sure what kind of data this lunatic was after. There was nothing sensitive on his PET - he’d only been in the NetSaviors for a little while, and he’d been told to never download any files on his device’s storage. He should always access them through a server.

Or was she really after Tomahawkman’s data ? This would almost feel like a compliment to his Navi’s strength, but again, Dingo couldn’t let any important data fall into the enemt’s hands.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re a girl. You’re my enemy, and I’ll kick your ass for it.” Dingo growled. Fighting evil doesn’t leave any room for discrimination.

He wasn’t too worried that she knew these names. Dr. Hikari and Meijin were all over the news, so it wasn’t strange for this delusional idiot to know them. But why would she assume they were dead ? Had she already attacked the ministry of science ? No, he would’ve been called to help.

“How about you ask them yourself, when they visit you in jail ?” Dingo snickered, hiding his slight concern under a smirk. He wasted no more time standing still, and charged at the thief again - one arm folded in front of him as a shield, the other pulled back, closed into a fist, aiming for her stomach.

              ‘  wow gotta hand it to ya kid       ----      an equalist     &     an idiot.   rare to have both traits really.  ‘               banter is witted with carefully toying   /   spoken clear   &    calmly to lead false hope that she may seem tired or so.   poised with venom on tongue   &   whip like reflexes of movement   (  94 %   data completed  )       if she could avoid combat long enough she would have time to seamlessly throw herself    &    PET.     ;     the boy would be forced to choose from there     /     capture her     ;      or retrieve his worthless navi. 

             ‘  yea see   ---   no can do.   jail  &   me are like a toxic relationship     ;    to bad for each other ya feel   ---  ? ?   But  -- ! !    I wouldn’t mind talkin to them in person  ---   they’ve got some shit to answer for after all   ;   wouldn’t be fun if they didn’t answer for their fuckin crimes first    ---   ! !    ‘

Dingo was just getting started. He wasn’t at all exhausted from running after the PET thief - in face, it had only helped him warm up. His muscles were tense, ready to strike with ruthless power. This was a fight to take back what was his. He deserved to win it.

“Oh yeah ? Like you gave me a choice when you stole my PET, you shitty thief !” Dingo retorted. He didn’t fall from her push, his legs firmly planted onto the ground. Dingo was no lightweight, and he wasn’t easy to throw off-balance. 

How did she even know he was a NetSavior ? Was she some kind of enemy spy ? In any case, he had to get Tomahawkman back fast. No matter what her end goal was, he couldn’t let her get what she wanted. And that meant winning this fight.

Clearly, the girl favored fighting with her legs. Dingo only had to watch how she moved to figure that out.

Dingo reached down with both arms, hoping to catch the foot that was heading for him. He’d use that chance to try and shove the girl back, while he reached for his PET again. 

                  SHE ADMITS IN FULL ;   she had underestimated him ,  after all his information she’d gathered of him was not much. a clumsy whole-hearted fool with a navi just as similar.  their positions are rather awkward in truth - one that does not favor the thief in the least bit.  both  P.E.T’s are set firmly to her side  ---   hidden from view due to the noir coat giving the devices coverage.  the puts up a fight    /     one she wouldn't win if she tired herself to quickly with needless struggle. after all  ---    (  SHE WAS BIDING TIME AS DATA LOADED FROM HIS PET TO HER OWN.   /    once action is completed she’d most happily give the boy his near worthless navi.  after all it was only netsavior data she’d been after   )     quick to correct her momentum  &  cancel sharp kick she’d prior had hoped to deliver.  opting to stomp ground to sway her form.  strategically she places a slight distance between them.  light on ball of foot should she need to bolt from confrontation.

               ‘  ouch -- you really know how to insult a girl, kid. i’m hurt really -   ‘     single optic glowers low  ;   gaze set to remain on the boy should he charge  --  - granted his reflexes where sharp   /  having been able to foresee where she’d damage him with a sharp kick had she’d followed through with attack  /   most likely hacker would be in a struggling match on the ground with the teen. in truth she feels giddy  --   adrenaline loud within veins   (  last time she’d had such a confrontation with a netsavior it’d been with the Sharo boy  /  she’d been lucky to be on the rooftops by the time he’d seen her really. the act a chase  /  dare she say almost   fun.   )     earpiece chimes softly within her eardrums alerting her to the download process   89%    (  soon then   -   then she’d be free of this irritating boy  /   unfortunately without a syncro-chip.  )

              EXPRESSION  BLANCHED ‘PON CRUDE RETORT;  palm wavering in mock of both scandalized  &  irritation. the teens P.E.T  resting within mangled palm feels rather light in notion. a huff of ire  &  thus she stands firm. Response bound on lip only to be disrupted from teens sudden movement  --   choosing an option of combat then mockery ‘pon vocals.  Korriana is quick  /    pulling outstretched limb back in means to avoid the teen’s grab    ---   reaction comes late however having been distracted by crude call of her choice of clothing.    (  the firm pull of weight is familiar  -   action eased to flow ‘gainst  )       she responds in turn   ---     limbs shifting to abide balance  &  gravity.  her grip turns within teens own.    /     grasping wrist in bruising force before raising right leg upwards.   strike towards torso is blocked  --   force sending her to tighten limb from movement.         ‘  you know brat ---  ‘        a snarl laced toxic with venom,   momentum is taken  /   rebounded by vaulting self above Net-Savior with practiced eased.  grasp tighten on boys wrist before roughly shoving him aside.  puff of breath.  free palm swipes to detangle noir tresses from eyepatch.        ‘  you’ve got some damn balls to attack me when i’m just tryin’a give you an easy choice.   ‘      securing the boy’s  P.E.T  she admits is difficult when the boy can quickly raise himself from her push.  she finds it aggravating to know she’ll have to place the boys navi near her empty  P.E.T   (  she considers it a mere blessing that she had locked acess to the PET  before hand.  in case of course the troublesome feathered navi wanted to slip into the dark PET.  )