<blockquote><div><cite>WerewolfPirate wrote:</cite>Erika was ready to make a snide remark at Joby's comment, but the sudden sight of two newcomers grabbed her attention. A grin formed on her face as she began walking towards the pair, her interest in food quickly forgotten as she flexed her finger knives. Fighting was usually a good way to relieve stress in her opinion, so it wouldn't hurt to let out some pent up aggression.<br/><br/>At least this way she could put her weapons to some good use.<br/><br/>"Well look what we have here." She said, picking up the pace as she walked. "At least we know if we run out of snacks there's always another solution to getting food." Without warning Erika took off running, ready to fight these new intruders.</div></blockquote><br/>She knew this would happen, Elita knew that strangers were not to be trusted no matter how kind they seemed. Not Yuri, not this boy with the gun, not anyone. Looking now as the boy with the gun studied her for a moment while she herself was sizing the rest of the group up and looking for the opportunity to escape she felt a familiar tingle when she watched the girl with the dirty blonde hair come towards her. The look on the chicks face was all too familiar to Elita. She could recognize the look of aggression anywhere, on any face.<br/>She had encountered it too many times to forget after all.<br/>Unconsciously stepping forward to protect Yuri, Elita felt her mind go into overdrive, multiple things coming to her attention at once— the weapons on the girls hands, the shocked look on the others faces, the boy with the gun changing target from her to the charging girl, her breath and the beating of her own heart. All of it, all of it coming in at once.<br/>----------------<br/>Sam's eyes narrowed as he watched 'Jeff' charge at the two strangers despite his obvious orders to stand down. Taking barely even a second he switched the output on his blaster from lethal to nonlethal then adjusted aim to hit 'Jeff's' right leg, but just before he was going to pull back on the trigger he watched as the female stranger charge forward as well to clash with their seemingly deranged team mate. Lowering his gun as his shot was no longer clear and fear of hitting the bystander, he watched how asian girl had unwrapped her dark woolen scarf from her neck as she charged forward. Her expression was stony as she seemed to anticipate the other girl's moves, spinning away from the other girl's weaponed hands when they attacked and used the scarf's fabric to both block and tangle Jeff's weapons.<br/>It was like a dance. 'Jeff's' aggressive attack's versus the elegance and fluidity of a ballerina. It was something to behold.<br/>------------------<br/>Her heart was racing, her mind at a hundred miles per hour, but like always, her body seemed to move on it's own. Taking off her scarf Elita made quick work out of their attacker, tangling their weapons and binding them up with every dodge. When it was over the blonde haired girl was bound by her scarf, arms wrapped tight to their sides like a straight jacket and weapons caught within the layers of thick woolen strands. Elita held tight to the ends of the scarf and tied it off in a hard knot behind the girls back. Her breathing heavy and her eyes hard and angry, Elita circled around the front to look her attacker in the eye and drew her pocket knife. "Just who the<span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span>do you think<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>are?" She spat, putting the blunt side of the blade up to the girls throat, her own dark eyes meeting with the other's bright blue in a glare.