<span style="color: #BF4000">â€œAbout fucking time,â€ she growled as she looked down at the flashing lights that were just barely visible from her apartment. â€œI am going to teach those assholes not to just sling shit and think nothing will come from it,â€ she stormed from the broken window and went to wait for her new....guests to arrive.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">They scaled the building fast enough after learning the location of the perp. Thomas and Marko had their heavy shields at the ready as Corentin trailed behind them, ready to surprise should he break through. He threw a 600lb treadmill through a window after all. "Keep moving. The room's just ahead."<br/></span><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Perhaps, she should have prepared for them. Set up a barricade or something like that. Instead she just, sat there and waited for them to arrive.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">There was no resistance or sign of anyone being armed the whole way up. Finally making it to the room, they listen in but hear nothing. "Sure the chief had the Intel on this right Cor?"<br/><br/>"I'm sure, lets not take any chances, set the charge and prepare for breach." Marko did as instructed and they took positions on both sides of the door, Corentin behind Marko. It took all of 10 seconds before the charge was set, and another 2 for it to go off, blowing the door clear into the room, followed soon by Marko and Thomas. <br/><br/>"Everyone on the ground now!" they both screamed, rushing into the room with their non-lethal weapons drawn, shields at their backs. Corentin remained in the back providing support."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">A couch was thrown without hesitation and enough force to catch the two off guard and back out into the hallway. <br/><br/>â€œTwo! Two pathetic pieces of shit is what they send to face me!â€ she bellowed and hefted another piece of furniture. â€œI am Tora Ramiel! Champion of Mix Martial Art's! Defender of the Universe Title Belt! I was never defeated! I have never lost!â€ she threw the smaller couch out as well. â€œIt's insulting that they send so little to face me!â€ <br/><br/>Pissed would be the one and only word she would have used to described how she felt right then and there. They sent a couple of rent a cops to face her! They had no fucking idea who they were fucking with! <br/><br/>â€œIf they thought I was hopped up on steroids before! Wait until they see me not holding back!â€ she shouted and went to lift another couch.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">Unexpected was an understatement. Tom and Mark were out cold and nursing a broken arm respectively, leaving Corentin to deal with the beast of a woman. The woman bit still clocking through his head. He had no time to ponder that though. Men were down and he was the only one there to resolve the situation without further casualties. <br/><br/>Flipping a switch on his staff, Corentin ran into the room, straight for the woman trying to catch her off guard, slamming the but of the staff directly at her chest.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">â€œWho the...â€ the pain, sharp, hot and intense went through her body. The furniture she had been in the process of hefting, was dropped to the side, which freed up her hands for an uppercut to the jaw of the man before her. That stick of his, it hurt....a lot. Maybe he would be a challenge after all?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">The punch sent Corentin reeling back. 'Fucking... hits like a mule. Lets not get hit again shall we?' This was no average thug. She shrugged off the taser quick enough, so more volts might slow her down at best. But another hit from her would not be good. <br/><br/>Using the range of the staff as an advantage, Corentin started flowing with the fight. His staff constantly moving, striking at the head of the woman quickly, but not powerfully and making sure not to stay within reach for long.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Forearm thrown up to block the attacks, the flesh burned for a moment before it was instantly healed. Each time she swung or kick, the bastard would move out of the way. Then he would use that damn staff to take a swing at her. What she needed was some reach....<br/><br/>A glance about the room and she did another swing to make him back off before she dove over a table and tumbled up to her feet to face him once again. With a smirk on her face she snatched up her floor lamp and yanked the plug from the base of the lamp. â€œAlright. Let's dance,â€ with a grin she twirled it like it was an old friend. As if the lamp was more like the staff that he held in his hands and not the piece of furniture that it truly was. <br/><br/>Instead of diving back over the table, instead she kicked it at him, before she charged with her new â€œstaffâ€. Her aim high at his head now.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">His eyes widened for a moment as the staff he held rose to block the strike, arms shaking from the force of the blow. They then traded blow after blow as she matched every strike that was once hitting before, and she was shrugging off every single electrical burst from the staff, energy long since depleted. 'How does one person withstand 800,000 volts 10 times and still stand?'<br/><br/>This new bit however, the 'weapon' she wielded now. Swinging it around as if she'd done so for years, yet the lamp was in great condition. Suffice it to say, Corentin didn't think lamp jousting was a hobby of hers, yet here she was, trading blows almost as good as someone in his family would be able to. <br/><br/>Corentin tried to do his job, but the practiced motions... the steps, the flow of the fight. It was as if he was back with his family again if only for a moment. The dance, which is what the 'fight' had become, continued without a single blow connecting, but he was starting to tire.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Fun. So much fun she had as she moved about the room with her opponent. It had been years since she had been able to let loose like she was. To go at full power and speed with someone and not have to worry about killing them. Though, perhaps she could care, as the man had been stunned by her first punch and now she could tell when someone was tired. <br/><br/>A fast twirl and a powerful swing low, at his legs in an attempt to leg sweep him and get him on his back.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">He saw the sweep, knew he couldn't avoid it, but this was still his job, and he had to stop the disturbance no matter what, which meant he couldn't lose. He let the sweep connect, dropping his staff in the process. The blow was not what caused him to do so however, as his hands moved to his belt, unpinning the flash-bomb at his hip, and letting it roll away from the fight before shutting his eyes and covering his ears right as the flash went off.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Just when she thought she had the upper hand, the man was down, she had the lamp raised and ready to end the fight. The pity that it was. When she caught movement, but was too slow to react or really even understand what happened. All she could do was drop the staff, scream in pain as her eyes and ears were assaulted suddenly.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">Knowing this was his only chance, he jumped to it. Grabbing a portable taser, he jammed it into her side and left it wedged in, tackling her to the ground. It took all his strength to get her down and cuff her, but thanks to the disorientation from the flash-bang it gave him just enough leverage to pin her down.<br/><br/>Panting heavily, he finally spoke. "No idea who you are miss, but god damn if you didn't give me the fight of my life."</span>