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Getting in for free was easy considering she was a knockout - who wouldn’t want someone like Chi dancing in their bar? Whether she’d actually grace these sewer dwellers with a performance remained to be seen. Her skin tight outfit - black pants, and some scrap of green fabric to cover her breasts (crop top? shirt? it was more like the sleeve of a shirt) all paired with a pair of heels sharp enough to puncture skin. 

Chi rarely put so much effort into her looks - she’d even straightened her hair, which she never did - but it was a special occasion. She was practically radiating with excitement; otherwise undiscernible to those unknown to her, but a friend would notice the sparkle in her eyes, and the almost eager way she swayed up the steps.

“Emichi, is that you?” She purrs, tossing open the door with a dramatic thump, arms wide as she shimmies into the room - expression one of delight as excitement unfurls in her stomach.

The city had no fucking clue how dangerous it was to let these two women out together.

She cursed rather colorfully as the door was thrown open, playing hot potato with her phone for a moment before stowing it in its rightful place in her pocket. With that crisis out of the way, she set all of her attention on–– Holy shit.

There was only one person that managed to make her feel so very nearly outclassed, yet also in good company.

Up the stairs from the first destination of the night – a hole in the wall bar with too much neon and stains and glitter embedded in the walls – Emi sat on her phone, thumbing through her chats with disinterest. 

Her chosen outfit for the night clung to her like a second skin; torn and distressed jeans over fishnets, a crop top underneath a bomber jacket. Not her cup of tea to cover up so much skin, but it was winter; not much she could do. At least the pre-gaming she’d done was keeping her warm for the most part.

She’d spent a solid two hours on her hair and makeup – usually she wasn’t so meticulous, but she wouldn’t dare meet with Chichi unless she could match her in looks. 

Jun’s still dazed from the heavy bag’s collision with his head, tucking his chin down as he tries for some defense. He’s so hyper-focused on protecting the obvious - his face, his neck - he forgets to pay attention. Her hand slips through his guard, nails digging into his scalp and ripping out hair as she drags him forward. His eyes are spilling tears, his scalp burning as she slams her fist into his face.

Glasses crunch, sliding down and falling with a thud onto the alley floor. Jun’s trying to blink, but the pain radiating from his head is distracting - his vision flickering. He tries to readjust, but she’s too fast. He’s spitting blood as he slides down the alley wall, face a mess of broken bones and cuts. 

“…h-huh?” 

Is she taunting him? He looks into swirling amber eyes brimming with excitement, and knows he’ll never forget the crazed look she wears. Yet, he struggles when she reaches for him again - but his head is spinning and he’s pretty sure something is leaking down his neck… He’s too slow, a pain unlike anything he could imagine ignites like an inferno through his right arm. Jun can’t stop his eyes from rolling back as he succumbs to darkness. 

She was in the process of dislocating his shoulder when she realized he’d passed out.

“What...the fuck.” Well. That was no fun. No fun at all. What was she supposed to do now?

Frowning, she dropped him like a sack of potatoes onto the ground before rolling him over with her foot.

Might as well make a mess of him. She uncapped a tube of lipstick, adjusting her makeup before bringing the tip to his cheek.

EAT SHIT!! XOXO

Her heel connected with his side a few times before shouts and the wail of sirens began to near. “Shit.” She cursed, scrambling to pick up her purse and straighten her clothes.

She was just about to book it when, as an afterthought, she slammed her stiletto down hard on his phone. Finally, the damn thing cracked. Thank god. See? She was doing him a favor. No one sane lived in this day and age with a fucking brick for a phone.

The woman’s acrobatic feat is well rehearsed - either that or she’s some olympic gymnast with a mean streak. There’s still been no sign of her quirk besides the glowing amber of her eyes - but maybe he was missing something?

He gets no time to even think - she’s already flying toward him, bag sent directly for his face. He doesn’t try very hard to dodge, planting his feet - big mistake. The heavy ass bag slams into his head with a crash, forcing him back against the hard brick wall of the alley. He’s seeing stars, arms raising to protect as much of his face as he can. 

A fist slams into one of his forearms, and so Jun tries to hunker down, hoping for an opening.

That was checkmate, then.

Not like she knew how to play the game, but.

Reaching past his guard, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, and brought it to collide with her fist. With him successfully disoriented, she readjusted her grip and brought his head down to make friends with her knee. Twice. And then threw him back against the wall.

This was pathetically easy. “Still awake?” She purred, leaning down to try and meet his gaze past the broken nose and split lip. “Remember that promise I made ya?”

Almost casually, she grabbed his right arm just above the elbow. “I try not to go back on promises.”

Jun’s watching her intently, now. Brown eyes narrowed as he adopts what he hopes is a defensive stance - legs braced wide as he watches her come closer.

Her stiletto is a blur as it rips the phone from his grasp, slicing the edge of his hand open. Jun gasps in surprise, right foot pivoting back so he’s capable of maybe running. 

The second kick is too damn fast - Jun’s totally unprepared, one hand raised out of reflex to take some of the blow, but it still knocks him to the ground. He rolls up quickly, one boot whipping out to knock her feet out from under her.

“Little bitch.” She tsked, vaulting to the left to avoid the sweep. Unfortunately she didn’t quite land right, palms scraping across the concrete, cheek kissing the ground as she somersaulted. Using the wall of the alley as a springboard, she launched herself back at him, flinging her purse forward.

While it was meant as a distraction, the thing was damn heavy with all the booze and cosmetics she was carrying around. Hopefully it’d give him a nice shiner.