RPG Treno vs. O-Ren: Hit List Tragedy [M-VL]

[Guest Sean]

The city life bustled under the force of a high-rise flat, the people passing, street lights buzzing, cars roaring, and youths causing a nuisance to the locals. But more was happening a night as cold as this, a deadly night fight, unknown to residents of the city, death would be upon them, and the essence will once again be undetectable, the killer will have left the country way before the body is found, and no traces would be left. That would be it over, and once person would be left standing. One of the fighters names is unknown, but goes by the call sign: Treno. Treno was dressed in his typical blue suit, white shirt flashing between the gap in his waistcoat, his hair blowing around the wind like no-ones business, and eyes that could bore holes through concrete, were waiting patiently for his fellow warrior, and foe to join him. The air was harsh against the skin, and goosebumps ran up Treno?s arm, he shook it off and leaned against a wooden door which led down towards the other floors. He heard the creaking of floorboards, and the sound of shoes clunking together on soft wood. Treno moved from the door and backed to the side of it, letting his foe stroll out from the stair case, hair bouncing around her head, Treno bowed in her direction and waited for her to set up. It was about to begin. [B]?So O-Ren, I?ve heard that I?m on a particular hit list of yours, well let?s see who wins this, your regular Cottonmouth, or someone as powerful as the Black Mamba. Get ready, for this ain?t gonna be a game.?[/B] Treno crouched towards the ground and made sure both laces were unties, he kicked both shoes of and bobbed up and down. [B]?Balance is the key O-Ren, balance.?[/B] he winked at her slightly, and stood tall, waiting for the fight to begin.?

[Citrus]

[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=1][COLOR=Green][B]?How handsome of you? [/B] O-Ren said sarcastically as she slid of sandals. O-Ren did find Treno attractive, but flirting with the opponent was not appropriate before a fight. O-Ren bowed slightly delayed because of her stiff red kimono on.

[B]? Black Mamba was a pathetic fool? just like you are. It?s funny that you compare yourself to such a person, Treno.?[/B] O-Ren looked at him in the eye as she unsheathed her katana and it butts a twinkle in the moonlight. O-Ren marveled her weapon and sliced the air making a whistling noise.

[B]?I had this made in Okinawa? he was a skilled blacksmith indeed. To bad he had to go along with the others.. Now it?s time for you to go.? [/B] O-Ren smiled sweetly and scurried across the wood floor and thrusted her fist at Treno, he grabbed her fist pushing her backwards.

[B]?Damn it?[/B]


OOC: Sorry it is so short, but I have to go. The next post will be ten times better than this one.

[Guest Sean]

[b]"Now that you know I'm not weak, I shall ask you to rid yourself of having that weapon in my presence. We had it agreed, no weapons, nothing."[/b] O-Ren scowled at herself, and threw her Katana into the wood word of the door, missing Treno's head by little more than a centimetre. Treno smiled, and then spat into the ground, the cold air absorbing it as soon as it left his mouth. [b]"Now, O-Ren, now that our formalities have been done, and you have dealt with your weapon, I think we can really get this party started."[/b] Treno lashed out before she could answer, but O-Ren was ready, she blocked an uppercut into her ribs, and she tried a roundhouse kick, but Treno pushed her leg down with his elbow, and through his fist into the side of her neck. She fell to the ground for a second, and then slowly rose up. [b]"Treno...you motherfucker, I'm going to kill you."[/b] Treno just laughed at the threat, and brushed some hair away from his eyes. And then smirked. [b]"Bring me death then, or is it the other way around."[/b] Treno winked, and charged in again, fist flying into a prepared block, the fun had began.