Fighting Like a Girl (Kate)

[Fei Long]

Nearing the end of Fei Long's first week back at school, the chinese student hadn't really branched out all too much. He had met plenty people, sure, switching numbers and exchanging words. Had any of them actually proved themselves to be worth the phone call, though? Not even close.

Of everyone he had met so far, only Adrian had proven to be remotely interesting. That was natural, having given him a fantastic fight. Adrian would certainly hear from Fei Long again. But other than that...nobody! Even the women here tended to be extremely boring. Usually only provided as eye candy as it was, Fei Long noticed an even greater sense of boredom when talking to them here.

Once again Fei Long would find himself in the Courtyard, preferring the lovely California weather to the stuffy indoors. It was lunch time, so there were a decent amout of people hanging around, eating lunch, or stepping out for a smoke. Fei Long did well to keep away from the latter.

Lunch time, nothing else to do, Fei Long wandered around. He desperately wished he'd find something to do.

[Kate]

A funny thought crossed her mind as she walked outside in the courtyard... Kate hadn't smoked in some time. Why not? Well there were a bunch of other things that had suddenly became important, and thus it hadn't crossed her mind. She didn't even feel like pulling one out even now.

Instead she strode across the courtyard, enjoying the sun. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top. White heels on her feet, and a white jacket in her arms. Not on her person, but in her arms. Having spent a few years in New York, Kate had picked up a habit of bringing a jacket where ever she went.

Without realizing it she was standing right next to Fei Long. Just looking around. A deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. That was when someone screamed. Not shouted, but screamed. Straight at her, screaming her name and everything.

"KATE MCHALLIN YOU STUPID BITCH!!"

Kate whirled, only to see a girl charge her. Every intent in punching her or something of the sort. Brunette, and not even that pretty, at least in Kate's standards. She launched forward, and Kate side stepped. She shifted her weight, jacket falling on the ground. Kate's leg came up, and took the girl in the throat with her knee. It was high for anyone who wasn't flexible and wasn't a kick boxer... but considering Kate was both. The girl fell, having problems breathing. Kate was scowling over her fallen figure.

[Fei Long]

"KATE MCHALLIN YOU STUPID BITCH!!"

Fei Long turned his head over his left shoulder, the noise seemingly coming straight at him. Was someone pissed off at him? And calling him Kate? That would be weird.

Interestingly enough, what occurred would be even weirder. The little cute blonde behind him pulled a full on Tony Jaa, kneeing the bitch right in the throat. It was spectacular. Completely unexpected, and spectacular. Fei Long would turn around, a big grin on his face as he looked down at the girl who was clutching her throat, probably having one hell of a bad day by now.

"Wow..." Fei Long would mutter, a long whistle erupting after as he brought his gaze up to the blonde.

"That was...cute." Fei Long said with a little smile, and a little more condescension.

[Kate]

Someone muttered something under their breath followed by a long whistle. This was not the first time a male had whistled at her. One eyebrow cocked and she looked over at the male who had emitted it. Well... wasn't that hair interesting? And then he commented about how that was... cute? Really? Cute? She shook her head slightly at him, wondering what exactly was going through this skull.

"Cute?" The girl was stiring, starting to sit up. Kate had this bad habit, enemies were suppose to stay down. She kicked the girl in the chest, heel smacking in the collar bone. Kate heard a snap, and the girl screamed. Good, she got what was coming to her. "That cute too?"

The girl gurgled and started saying Kate had stole her boyfriend. That made the blonde rather angry. Kate was not amused. She leaned over the girl and looked at her really sternly.

"I haven't even met anyone by that name. He probably ran off with another blonde. Do your research a little better, so you don't get your ass handed to you next time stupid."

[Fei Long]

Fei Long didn't immediately reply to the girl's question, though it was probably rhetorical regardless. He placed his chin between his right thumb and forefinger, resting that elbow atop his left forearm. In a mock display of thought, Fei Long waited until she was finished yelling at the girl she had just pooped all over. Figuratively, of course. Hopefully.

"Nah...that was just bitchy."

Fei Long grinned, unable to keep up the solemn expression. He began to slowly circle the girl, still keeping his hands in the same way under his chin to signal thought. He looked at her in the way most fighters watched eachother, but the apparent grin on his face suggested that he may be studying other...assets.

"When did cat fights get so violent? I thought you just usually bitch at each other behind your backs? I gotta say, its weird hearing a girl talk that kind of smack."

[Kate]

Was he starting shit? Kate would beat the snot out of him (or at least try to) if he was starting shit. She smirked, wickedly. Those full lips twisting so far in an evil sort of manner.

"Why fuck around like that? I can beat most of the girls AND guys who roam these halls."

MOST... she had fought both Matrim and the motorcycle dude and lost. They were tough sons of bitches though, and she admired that. Linda and Mathew? Kate hadn't fought them, so it didn't really count at the moment. But she knew both could grind her in the dust.

Other than that though? Ha.

"I'm not your average girl you silly boy. These kinds of schools don't hold average, but mostly violent people. We all have our reasons for being here."

She had come for the Reapers.... and was he checking her out? Her hands were on her hips, and her gaze completely off the girl on the ground. Rather, locked onto this odd ball boy with his odd ball hair.

[Fei Long]

Is she serious?

Not exactly a sexist, Fei Long still held the commen conception that men were stronger than women. Not necessarily superior, but when it came to battle, they were. Up to this point Fei Long had never met a girl that could fight. He knew there were supposedly tough fighters here, but women? You couldn't be serious.

"I guess... but what would a guy gain from beating down a sweetheart like you? I'm sure woman beating really raises the reputation around here."

[Kate]

Sweetheart? Well, maybe sweetheart looks... but anyone who knew Kate would not call her sweetheart. Maybe vixen, whore, bitch, cunning, coy... but not a sweetheart. So she let her head rock back and roared with laughter. Those emerald eyes were sparkling.

Did he really want to keep this up? Okay, fine. Her hands came up and her fingers flexed, knuckles cracking as she did so. Those full lips twisted in a smirk, and the wind making her hair flow behind her. Almost... dramatic.

"Tell you what kid. I'll show you how easy it is to beat me."

She lifted her hands in the air, open palmed and toward the heavens. This was going to be interesting, because Kate was going to make it interesting. Time to teach the male a lesson.

"I'll even give you a free hit. Punch me, kick me, whatever you want darling."

[Fei Long]

She IS serious!

Fei Long laughed inside his head, incapable of processing a girl, especially one who liked like this, as a badass. Even with her recent display that surprised him, she was still a pretty girl, and she couldn't be that dangerous. She cracked her knuckles and tossed her hair back, mixing the looks of a fighter and model for one melodramatic backdrop.

The chinese boy's eyes rose up beyond amusement as she put her hands up, either in preparation to show off, or to throw a spirit bomb. It would turn out to be the former to little surprise, though. Fei Long walked up casually to Kate, keeping his look of deep thought as they stood face to face. After a few moments of standing still, Fei Long's right hand detached from his face and went towards Kate, gripping her left breast in his hand as he gave two small squeezes.

"You did say whatever I want."

Fei Long grinned. Widely.

[Kate]

She was ready for the hit. Ready to take whatever he threw at her, and use it to her advantage. What she wasn't expecting was what happened. The pale girl just stared at him while it happened, shock and confusion written in those emerald eyes.

"..."

There were no words... only death. Kate reacted quickly. Her left leg shot out and hooked his right knee while her right fist came flying in from above. The plan? Hook his leg, make him trip and help him to the ground with her right fist straight in his chest. Maybe break some ribs as well. As hard, as fast as she could. Kate was a tough cookie. This was not going to be pretty for him in the least bit.

There would only be death for him.

[Fei Long]

No reaction as of yet. The girl just stared him in awe and utter disbelief. Fei Long's grin grew wider, apparently pleased with his actions. Just to push the envelope even more, Fei Long added another little squeeze for good measure. Fei Long stood there, motionless along with the girl, not preparing to take his hand off her chest on his own. He was quite comfortable.

Expecting maybe a slap, Fei Long would quickly learn that the girl's bite was certainly stronger than her bark. In a blur of motion, especially to the lowered guard of Fei Long, Kate's leg would wrap around his as she'd punch him square in the chest. Now, while technically bigger than Kate, Fei Long was used to being the little guy in fights, not to mention that Kate didn't hit like a little guy.

More than used to taking a hit, Fei Long's chest would cave in with the punch, riding the blow as he didn't fight his descent into the ground, instead turning it into a backwards roll as he'd push himself back to his feet. He'd stand about 6 feet away from Kate, his right hand now rubbing his own sternum as he stared in disbelief.

"Whoa... alright miss. I see kitty's got claws."

Fei Long brought his left leg to the front. Resting most of his weight on his back right leg, Fei Long placed only the ball of his foot down on the ground with his left into a cat stance. He brought both hands up, edges facing outwards at chest level, left slightly in front of the right.

"If this is how you want to play, fine. Bring it."

[Kate]

She looked at him roll away, a bit of shock on his face. Really? Was it so surprising? He must not have met too many strong women in his day. Kate pulled something out of her pocket, a hair tie. Her long blonde locks were swiftly pulled into a ponytail so they would stay out of the damned way in this fight. Kitty got claws? More like kitty is lugging some guns around...

Meh.

Kate stood there, heels and all and stared him down. He really wanted to start this? Fine by her. Fucking bastard feeling her up. Weird hair dude should be running, not making a stand. None shall pass? Kiss her ass.

Kate charged. Surged forward, leg muscles moving as she charged at full speed the short six feet away from the boy. She was fast, she was tough, and she was rough on assholes who touched her without permission. HELL!!! Adrian hadn't even... touched there yet. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

She swung a fist (right) at his head, hoping he'd block. If he did, it was game on. The moment he blocked, Kate would grab onto the limb with her free hand (left) with an iron grip. From there she'd swing her body around, and try to elbow (right again) him with the free hand toward his neck area.

[Fei Long]

Fei Long had mixed feelings about fighting a girl. Scratch that, mostly bad feelings. He had everything to lose, and nothing to gain. Beating a girl would be just as bad as losing to one, so no matter how this went, Fei Long would be exasperated. He knew this going in, yet...he still couldn't back down. Not even to a girl.

Kate came rushing in at impressive speed, swinging even faster than that. Fei Long barely had time to weave his head back, luckily the telgraphed movement of the punch tipping him off to the blur that passed in front of his face prove to be faster than even him! That...wasn't a good sign.

As he leaned backwards to evade the swing, his left arm would swipe outwards, intending to connect the heel of his palm to the girl's right ear. If he felt bad about fighting a girl, he certainly wasn't showing it as at the moment he had no qualms about hitting one. Especially one as scary as this one!

[Kate]

Kate's first hit didn't connect, barely. And his left hand came at her head. Her shoulder rolled up and her head tucked under, blocking the blow... which wasn't hard what so ever. No really, this guy was pretty weak. Like really weak.

This strike she grabbed his hand. The thing that Kate loved in fighting? Grappling!!! It seemed to throw off most people. The pale girl grabbed his left wrist with her left hand, and kept her grip perfectly iron tight.

Then she twirled, sending an elbow into his face instead. Dancing close, almost like a salsa dancer with how she dragged his arm. Dancing in close with her partner... who had weird hair. No really, Kate wasn't over that in the least bit. In any way what so ever.

And since they were so close? Kate was grinning, lip gloss glinting off her full lips. She was out to break his nose, wrist... something.

[Fei Long]

(OOC: Assuming its a backwards turn with a right elbow. If not, let me know.)

Uh, oh.

This fight was like a dream. Fei Long could see what was happening, what was going to happen, yet it seemed like he could do nothing to stop it. Physically...she was a monster. Tiao Fei Long was not fighting a highschool girl, he was fighting a demon.

It was a clear strike, yet the girl was able to block it. Further more, he was immediately caught in a vicegrip of her beautiful demonic hands. Now convinced that there was no reason to hold back, Fei Long began to send his right hand straight out, even as Kate began to turn into him.

Never the defensive fighter, Fei Long's right hand formed a snake posture, his extended fingers homing in directly for where Kate's right eye would be following the turn. Had he known what exactly the devil woman was up to, his actions might have been different. Instead, his offensive strikes would cost him a bloody and most likely broken nose that would rock his head back on impact. Fortunately, his one track mind of offense almost surely meant that his attack would be just as clean as Kate's gouging the soft tissue of her eye for an at least temporary disadvantage in perception.