<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Shadebanner.jpg) (http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Psylocke.jpg)</td><td><br/>Ayako grimaced as she was pulled back by the shadows itself, then held up, her weight pulling at her shoulders a bit painfully. She was a gymnast, so it wasn't unusual to her.<br/><br/>Her grimace grew to a look of disgust as the woman palmed one of her firm breasts. At the question, "The name is on a need-to-know basis, and you frankly don't need to know. What do you want?"<br/><br/>And yet, even suspended and being pawed, the blade of blazing kinetic energy still rested in one hand, the petite Japanese girl trying to figure out how to put it to good use. She wasn't sure if, or how, it would affect animated shadows, for she did not WANT to strike the woman with it. From what she could tell, the other woman was nipponjin, and she was worried that the woman may work for her father.</td></tr></tbody></table>