<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br/>Hettún did indeed stare a moment longer at the luscious seductress swaying too and fro in front of him, but only just long enough to smack his lips together as though a bad taste were souring his tongue.  Though the state of his trousers made it exceptionally clear that her gorgeous body was having an effect on him, such was his annoyance that he seemed entirely unwilling to let it distract him.  Grunting once, he casually reached out towards Anya, pressed his forefinger and thumb firmly together, and flicked her across the forehead.<br/><br/>Had he not restrained himself, this alone would have no doubt been enough to tear the girl's head from her shoulders and send it flying into the stands.  As it was the sudden blow was enough to send her rolling backwards a good twenty to thirty feet, kicking up a large trail of dust and dirt as she went and ripping numerous holes in her flimsy lingerie.  He took his time following after her, allowing her the chance to get her vision to stop spinning before kneeling down on his haunches and plucking insultingly at the frills of her outfit with his intimidating talons.<br/><br/>"Is just silly!  This isn't dance party, little girl!  Is not bedroom either.  Is funny joke, but I am not laughing," Hettún said in a dangerous tone, glaring darkly at her and prodding her back and forth like some common rag doll.  "This is not good.  When I am drinking, I should be laughing.  You're killing my mood, little girl.  This makes me angry.  I come here expecting fight, instead I get slut in clown shoes!" Hettún's lips pulled back over his jaws in a wolfish smirk.  "So if you cannot fight, I make fun in other ways.  Yes?  Yes."<br/><br/>Hettún carefully grasped Anya's legs together and tugged her along with him as he got back to his feet, suspending her upside down in the air and shaking her violently about until the frilly red robes covering her undergarments came undone and fluttered to the dirt.  The Oni licked his lips and laugh raucously, raising the girl high into the air for the ecstatic audience to laugh and jeer lustfully at.  The disappointment in his chest would not quite fade away, but if he was not to have a fight then he would at least attempt to have a good time of it all the same.