Again?! =D? [Rem]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara rushed out of class as soon as the bell rang. She should have just skipped after sending that text message to Rem. But no, she chosen the goodie two-shoe route, and gone to class like a good girl~Pfft. What a stupid, useless class. She didn't bother stopping at her locker, just went straight to the library. She had texted him to meet her in front of the library where they had first met.

And why had she done this? Well to finish what had been started the other day~Whether it was their conversation, or the fight, it didn't matter, as long as she made him her friend. But damn she wanted to fight him... And for some reason she had found it necessary to put that in the text to... She must be losing her mind, actively seeking out fights like this. He had taken that punch really well, and she was interested to see what else he was capable of. And he hadn't been mad at her either~How great was that?!~

She reached the spot where they had bumped into each other and looked around for him. Where is he?! She felt a tingle of fear that he might not come... Which would suck and then she would seriously have to beat his ass.

[ChocoRem]

Sara wanted to fight him. Really? Didn't his last encounter with her leave her with the idea that he really didn't feel like fighting her? Well, then again, he did want to see the full extent of her capabilities. Still, he really hoped she didn't intend to fight him right in front of the library, her supposed battleground of choice for their match. He'd much rather not defile the place of knowledge and wonder. So, as he trudged toward the waiting Sara, he had this to say.

"My my, m'lady. I do hope you're not intending on fighting me here."

[Sara Quinn]

"My my, m'lady. I do hope you're not intending on fighting me here."

YUS~ He had come! And... it seemed he was willing to fight her to~ She turned to face him, a large smile on her face. She cocked her hip, her confidence in herself seeping from every pore on her body. She could sooo~ take him. There was no way in hell she was going to lose. But as for fighting in front of the library?

"We can fight wherever you want~I just figured you would atleast knew where the library was, so it was the best choice. There are a lot of people hanging around who don't actually go here. Creepers from the colleges around here you know~" She gave him a wink. Wherever he wanted to fight was fine, but he better hurry up and choose.

[ChocoRem]

"We can fight wherever you want~I just figured you would at least knew where the library was, so it was the best choice. There are a lot of people hanging around who don't actually go here. Creepers from the colleges around here you know~"

Was...that directed at him? He shrugged it off, barely letting show any hint of his thoughts. Well now, Sara was eager to fight. Very eager to fight. He considered the options. It didn't seem as though she would want to be kept waiting for much longer to fight him. Guess he would have to fight here after all. Still, he should at least see how susceptible she was to dirty tactics; not that Rem particularly favored them. Quite the contrary, he abhorred underhanded tactics. However, with Sara, he had the sneaking suspicion that she would be the kind of person to appreciate its use. And so, he let loose.

"How about...over there?"

He pointed in the opposite direction, and should she turn to look, Rem would pull both of his feet off of the floor, bringing his knees to his chest in midair, and then thrust both feet out at Sara's head with a dropkick.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched him for his reaction to her last comment. She had a sneaking suspicion that he didn't go to this school, but that was fine. She had the meant for the comment to be taken as a joke. But he completely ignored it. That, or he was very good at hiding his emotions. She just wanted him to hurry up and choose a spot to fight though. She was interested to see how well he fought, what his style was like. It would be interesting to see how she fared against him.

"How about...over there?"

YES!~ Finally, he had chosen. She instinctively turned to look and then her head exploded in pain and she was pushed away from him, off her feet. She landed on her side a few feet away and she immediately rolled onto her back. She saw how it was... He wanted to fight like that eh? She threw her legs up, using the momentum of her moving body and somersaulted back, landing crouched on the balls on her feet.

That had hurt... Wow.... A lot. She pushed herself off her feet. From a drop kick like that, there was no way he could have any balance right now if he had landed on his feet, and the chances of him landing on his feet to begin with were low. She flew at him, her goal to land on him, sitting on his thighs, and pin him to the ground. For once, she was fighting someone the same height as her, so this might actually work for once~

[ChocoRem]

Wow... it had connected, with a sickening thud. Rem's feet pushed off, using Sara's head as a springboard of sorts, performing a somersault and falling back-first to the ground. He kept his eyes on the girl, having some instinctive knowledge that his last attack alone could never have toppled her. And it looked like he was right. She was on her feet and at him before he had even had a chance to land. He had hoped to twist his midsection and land with a wide sweep of his legs, just in case she had managed to get closer. But she was too quick for him, and now, his plans needed to change, drastically, quickly. He saw no way out of it. He had to fall onto his back. There was no way to avoid it. He managed to curl himself into a lax fetal position, his upper back taking the brunt of the hit, its wide surface area absorbing most of the shock. At least he handed gotten the wind knocked out of him...
And then she was upon him, straddling him in a very...intriguing way. The problem for Sara would, however, lie in the fact that Rem's knees were still against his chest, and as she would try to pin him, he would rock himself backwards and kick both appendages out straight. The momentum, plus the kicking feet would, in effect, cause him to throw her off of him. If he'd managed to succeed in doing this, he would quickly rise to his feet, dust off his clothing and readjust his glasses, which had shifted position in the fray.

"A shaky start, Sara, but you've recovered well. Do, please keep me further entertained."

He bowed slightly at her, in fine Japanese fashion.

"Your move~"

[Sara Quinn]

Sara flew at him. She was faster then him, and it worked to her benefit. The one thing she had not counted on however, had been his legs. Most would have landed flat on their back, the wind knocked from them, and slightly dazed, needing a moment before they could act. He, however, seemed to be stronger then he looked and as good as that was for him, it sucked for Sara.

She landed on top of him, his legs between them, pulled up to his chest. She hadn't been able to pull out of the attack fast enough, and now she was stuck with the consequences. He rocked back, and used his legs to throw her over him. The only thing she could really do was help things along a little, and as he pushed her upwards, she kicked off as well, sending herself flying with more force, flipping over him. She landed on her back, and used the extra force to slip up to her feet in one swift motion. She turned to face him, coming to a stop about a half dozen feet away from him. Not far, still in attacking range, but far enough that attacks could be seen... from both sides.

"A shaky start, Sara, but you've recovered well. Do, please keep me further entertained...Your move~"

"Oh don't worry~I'll keep you entertained~" She crouched, but it was bravado. She knew attacking was going to be difficult. There was enough distance between them that he would be able to figure out her attack if she wasn't careful. On top of that, her strength was in countering. Shit...

The plan was simple... Maybe a little extravagant for the purposes, but simple enough. She ran at him quickly, hoping her speed would catch him before he could dodge, closing the distance quickly, pulling her fist back, only softly clenching it for her attack purposes. As she neared him, she threw her fist forward towards his face, hoping he would assume she was going to punch him, at the last second, dropping it to chest level. Her fist unclenched and her open palm would slam into his chest, her fist clenching in his shirt. She would pull him forward and throw her right knee up into him, using both the momentum of her moving body and him being pulled forward to strengthen the attack.

[ChocoRem]

Damn, Sara was fast. Still, Rem's practiced eyes were faster. He knew the signs to look for when expecting an attack. A simple twitch in one's shoulder for strikes with the arms/hands or short spaced steps for strikes with the legs/feet. He could tell from the get go that she was aiming to punch. He widened his stance instantly, bracing himself for the inevitable. His eyes and mind were fast, but his body wasn't, at least when compared to this hyperactive girl's. He couldn't move to dodge, or to counterattack, but he could at least put up a decent defense. His arms flew up in front of his face to block, his arms crossed in the pattern of an X. Then, he braced some more.
And then, his abdomen burst into a mighty conflagration of pain. Rem's eyes widened in faint surprise as a bit of residual spittle ejected itself from behind tightly clenched teeth. By the time he had regained some semblance of his surroundings, Sara had already clutched his shirt and pulled him toward her. Again, Rem's mind began its usual analysis of his situation. When an opponent pulled you in to them, it was usually for one of two things: a headbutt, or a knee. Since Sara's leg had already begun to move, Rem didn't have to guess what she had planned. Entwining his fingers and bringing them down, he somehow managed to intercept her knee with his open palms. However, what good was it to let all of Sara's hard work go to waste? She had this good momentum going by her pulling him to her, why not use it?
Almost immediately as he defended against her knee, Rem threw all of his weight into his upper body, lending to the force Sara had so graciously provided him with; and then he would attempt to slam the top of his head into her face in a massive headbutt.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara wanted to laugh when he threw up his arms to defend. It was perfect, exactly what she had wanted. This was her style of fighting. Her opponent never knew what was coming. His arms raised, crossing in an attempt to defend, but her hand dropped downwards and slammed into his torso. It was going so perfectly, she couldn't help but smile as she continued with the onslaught. He thought he was smart kicking her in the head? HA~ Her hand fisted in his shirt, and he was pulled forward, into her knee. But... Her knee stopped early, slamming into something. She glanced downwards to see his hands entwined and cupping her knee. What...?

Her head exploded in pain and she pushed him away from her. Her foot dropped back to the ground and her hands planted on his shoulders, pushing him away as she stepped back. Her hands moved to her head, clutching it against the pain. No matter how strong you were, or how well you took a hit, a head butt hurt. Bad. She grunted in pain, glaring at him through scrunched eyes. Shit... He needed to step up and attack her, this was bull. She wasn't going to keep attacking him. DAMMIT THAT HAD HURT!

She needed to stop acting like this though. Yes, it had hurt, but she was losing face the longer she stalled. She straightened to her full height, a sick smile touching her lips. Her hands dropped loosely to her sides, giving the impression that she wasn't afraid of him. Which she wasn't, she was that confident in herself... Even if in some cases, it was unwarranted, and got her into more trouble. Through all the bravado her head pounded, a lump forming at the connection point. He had to be feeling it to though, and that would help. She chuckled. "Good. That was good. Your move then~" Her upper body dropped slightly, leaning forward, her feet planting, hands moving loosely in front of her. She was going the defensive.

[ChocoRem]

Rem allowed himself to be pushed away, after all, distance was always a good thing. He came skidding to a halt. His abdomen was still in god awful pain, and he clutched at the area aimlessly with one hand, whilst adjusting his glasses with the other. Sara was as strong as he had anticipated.

"Good. That was good. Your move then~"

She couldn't hide it. He could tell that his headbutt had done substantial damage. Mainly because he felt it a bit as well. Having recovered sufficiently, Rem removed his dress-shirt, tossing it to the side nonchalantly.

"I'm glad I was able to meet your standards, m'lady..."

He cracked his neck, rotating it a full 360 degrees to loosen it up.

"If you insist..."

He couldn't defeat Sara in a match of speed, however, if it was a matter of intellect and fighting experience, Rem clearly had the advantage. He would sprint forward suddenly, of course, hoping to catch her offguard, but not expecting to. When he'd reached the halfway mark between their original positions, he threw his body forward into a series of forward flips, ending with a front aerial, aimed coming down at the top of her head.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara stood her ground, watching him, waiting. She searched for any signs that he was going to attack. It seemed as though he was injured as well. Good. Atleast it was even. He took of his shirt, tossing it to the side. Seemed he was finally going to get serious with her. Even better. She grinned at his comment, watching him crack his neck. Ya, he was meeting her standards. He was good. But they had barely begun, and it would take much more from him to earn her respect as a fighter. She wondered if he was going to be up to the challenge.

And finally, he came at her. She kept her eyes on him, watching his every move. He sprinted forward and she instinctively took a step back. His suddenness had caught her off guard, but there was enough distance between them that it wouldn't make much difference. He closed half the distance and then surprised her by performing front flips. She was kind of shocked by this, unsure of what to make of it, or what he was doing. She tried to keep her eyes focused on him, watching his progress, but she couldn't help but take another step back, away from his oncoming form.

And then he flung himself into the air. She watched as he aimed himself to come down on her head. She instinctively flung her hands up and decided she could use that against him. As he came down she would grab his foot with her hands, taking a few steps back, moving with his momentum, and then swing his body downwards to slam him into the ground. This one had been used on her before. Not after something as... graceful as that, but she couldn't count the number of times she had been thrown around like a rag doll. Oh, how she would love to pull this one off.

[ChocoRem]

It all happened so fast. Rem was in the middle of a front aerial when Sara grabbed him by the leg and swung him down. However, it seemed that she honestly did not know he was doing a front aerial. It was a simple matter to extend his second leg and land on his free foot, balancing since his other would be in Sara's hands. He wouldn't waste a moment, for fear that she would catch on quick and release his leg. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he flipped his body over and aimed a swift swiping kick to the side of her head. If this were successful, he would then send a stamping kick at her chest, to get her to release him and then land on his back, curled up again. Then, he'd quickly cat's spring to his feet and await her regaining her composure.

[Sara Quinn]

Yes! She had grabbed onto his leg, flinging him downwards. And then, as was her luck, everything went wrong. Her head exploded in pain and she was kicked back. She let go of his foot, her hands moving to her head again. She let out a growl of frustration as she glared at him. "Fucker..."

She watched him spring to his feet and she took off at him at a full run, all her speed going into it. She was going for quick and simple this time, and hopefully he would assume it was going to be something more extravagant, and her speed would render him defenseless. She just wanted to hit him now. That was two shots to the head. That shit hurt. She pulled back at the last second, bringing herself to a quick stop right in front of him. She threw her right fist upwards, aiming for his chin. She hoped she would catch him off guard with her speed and change in tactics, so even if he dodged the one to his chin, then her left fist flying in front the side, aiming for his cheek would hopefully catch him.

[ChocoRem]

The Japanese youth grinned slightly. Sara's frustration was beginning to show. He knew it would eventually. Given what he knew and saw of her personality thus far told him quite a lot. His patience far outweighed hers. And looks like he was right. Sara charged at him at full speed. Another stupid mistake on her part.
Then, she stopped short directly in front of him.
To say that Rem was surprised at the tactic would be an understatement. He was dumbstruck. It was his own favorite thing to do. He hadn't expect it coming from an opponent. A stupid miscalculation on his part. The shock caused him to unwillingly lower his guard. The blow struck his chin with such force that his body was lifted a full two feet into the air. As painful as it had been, though, it had served to sober him up. Still in midair, he shook his head quickly to clear it, pulled his left leg up to catch her follow-up punch, which would have struck him in the crotch (given his new position) and then would do one of two things.
He would bring his other leg up and latch both of them tightly around Sara's midsection, effectively trapping her arms. Then, as he fell, he'd bend backwards to land on his hands. Using every ounce of his strength, he would pull his legs, and Sara with them, up and over and down. The blow would definitely do some damage to her head, shoulders or neck, depending on how she landed.
If his initial grab for her midsection failed, he'd simply kick out at her with both legs as he fell, landing on his hands again. Then, he'd shoot his legs out into a split and used his hands to rapidly spin them like a helicopter's rotors, aiming for her cheek.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara had expected him to have atleast tried to fight back against her attack, attempt to defend. But there was nothing. Her punch struck him full on, slamming into him, and throwing his body upwards. As she continued, she marveled at her own strength. Her second punch flew towards him, but met his knee as he seemed to come to his senses.

She was still shocked that he had been thrown upwards by her punch, and she didn't react in time to stop his legs as they wrapped around her waist. Well this wasn't good... What was he thinking...? As his hands didn't move forward to hold himself or support himself on her, she had to asume something else was at play. From the way he could flip and turn, she assumed it had something to do with flexibility... Her body reacted instinctively, her legs buckling under her to drop her to the ground on her back before she could think any further.

If he did nothing to stop this, she would land hard on her back, coughing as the air was knocked from her lungs from him landing on top of her. Her arms would still be pinned and she would look up at him, slightly confised, wondering why the hell she had done that, cursing her brain for making a stupid move. Was being trapped under him better then what ever he had been planning? Probably... If it had been a move like she had pictured.