Laura
*Seeing Red's sudden motion and her acquisition of a projectile, the beast leapt onto a nearby low-hanging roof, its obsidian claws scraping against tile. It raised its right arm to block the incoming salvo, and the first post thudded against it with a spray of cinders and ash, chipping it's arm while the second ricocheted off the tile roof.

The jackal leered at Red, letting out a scraping laugh as a blast of kinetic energy left it spinning. It flailed about, trying to regain its balance, and just as it turned to face Red, the rock smashed into its chest, and it let out a grinding howl as it crashed through the roof and into the shop below, splitting a large wooden table as it fell. Shaking off ceramic shards and splinters of wood, the beast picked itself up with a seething growl, the new cracks in its chest pulsating with a subtle red light only now visible in the darkness of the shop. 

Quickly finding the open doorway in the back of the small building, the creature dashed into the street parallel to the one Red was in, and looked for another angle by which to approach while hidden. Clearly she has the range advantage, so forcing close combat was necessary, and it had the advantage of being able to smell her general whereabouts.*
Travis
*It was a decent plan, slipping away and finding a new way back in, except for one key issue: Recoil is __fast__, and it heavily promotes a fighting style where one's opponent can hardly get a moment to breathe, let alone regroup. Given that, in the brief moment between when he crashed through the roof and when he regained his bearings, a certain walking torch was already there to greet him.*

*No comment, not a moment to think, just a brutal, lightning quick strike to send him through the wall and embed him in the rubble on the opposite side of the same street from before, having taken significantly greater damage around where he was hit. The first hits in the engagement were light, not at all serious, and the slam on the skull was no longer holding back. This is something else, though; Red took on actual physical strain to force out as much power as she could on a moment's notice. She hadn't been letting herself heat up too much, so the point where Recoil starts to hurt is only a little higher than in base, but nonetheless, this is a true full power strike by her base standards. Additionally, a portion of that power had been siphoned off to force directly into the beast's body on contact, meaning that it is simultaneously tanking a powerful strike and a kinetic shock inside of its hard exterior. Such is the blow that awaited him at the conclusion of his fall, accompanied by a thunderous sound comparable in force to that of a cannon going off.*
*Red herself, having just completed a long string of Recoil-fueled maneuvers on low heat, has opted to take a moment to recoup, lest she push too hard and break herself at an inopportune moment. With that in mind, she opts instead to walk rather than run, picking up an apple from the ground that miraculously managed to stay intact and wiping the dust off with the cloth shirt underneath her armor.*

"I'm starting to feel like a common schoolhouse bully, picking on weak children who are too scared to fight back. It's beneath me. Then again, though..."

*She takes a bite out of the now slightly roasted apple, and she crouches in front of the beast with a pleased look on her face.*

"My father taught me that, if there's no reason not to, I should just do whatever I feel like doing; given that, I wouldn't want to disappoint him by giving up over something so trite as *Remorse*, now, would I? That would be silly of me."
Laura
*Black shards flew as obsidian met brick, and the wall exploded outward as the black beast rocketed through, spewing smoke like a crashing meteor. Stalls and stands did little to slow its momentum down, and it slammed into the wall opposite to Red. Covered in brick and mortar the beast lay motionless, its chest nearly in pieces, barely held held together by some invisible force. Flickering like a candle struggling to stay alight, its remaining eye slowly winked out, and a torrent of thick black fog gushed out of every wound, filling the market space nearby. The beast shrunk slightly, its inky glass hide bleeding to brown, and then to a pale white. Its toothy maw retreated inward, revealing a familiar face. Christopher let out a faint wheezing sound, followed by heavy coughing as dust rained down on him. Suddenly, he was made keenly aware of the many fractures present in his ribcage. "Noted. Grevious injuries are retained upon reversion. I'll have to write that down." He thought absentmindedly as he struggled to piece together everything that just happened. "I was in a fight, and I transformed, right?" The fight was hazy in his mind, especially the beginning. He remembered a woman. Yeah, a woman with fiery red hair, who punched really hard, like a... Like a...

Christopher's stupor was interrupted as he caught a whiff of Red's aura. "Fells, she's probably going to kill me, isn't she? Wait, __who__ is she?" Whatever the case, now wasn't the time to be pondering questions like that. Christopher gritted his teeth and attempted to sit up, much to the dismay of his ribs. A dozen bolts of sharp pain quickly detered him from that course of action.

Assuming Red doesn't interrupt before this point, Christopher clears his throat and speaks in a strained voice.*

"Ahem. Um. Lady, can we hold on for a moment here?"
Travis
*Red cocks her head slightly as the beast melts and reveals Christopher's moderately broken but still very alive body, her pleased look switching to one of disappointment.*

"So that's how it is, huh?"

*She tries to take a bite of the apple she's holding again, but as it's been burnt by now, she spits it out immediately, casting the rest of it aside as she plops onto her rear and extinguishes her fiery aura. What to do now that the fight's over? Killing him won't be any fun, but there's a chance he'll try and get her into trouble. She could probably win that debate, particularly since everyone who saw could tell that she was just beating down a monster that transformed in the middle of a crowded street, but she really doesn't feel like going through all that hassle.*

*Christopher likely won't have much trouble guessing what she's thinking, and it doesn't take a master martial artist to tell that her bored expression and relaxed posture aren't at all a sign that the danger is past. The expectant look in her eyes gives the distinct impression that what he says next will decide his fate.*