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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 1:33 pm
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"No need to be alarmed. You aren't arrested or anything. You wanted a fight. I'm giving you a fight. However, this only place I figured to be good for what I have in mind... Kanto Prison." He stated casually. On the inside of the heli-craft, he had removed his mask again and let it stay off for the ride. It was true. There was no type of set up or anything. She had no handcuffs on her and if she felt threatened, the aircraft was open so she could jump out at any time. The craft was a standard military grade, but it had some nice accommodations inside. Snacks and water if one so choose to accept it. Once making it to the Kanto prison, all the prisoners were put on lock-down and were guarded, but were able to see the match televised. He would then hand cuff Ritz right wrist, which he was sure was going to raise an alarm and was more than prepared to keep her steady and still if need be. He was not against using his strength to manhandle her. Though, if Ritz chilled out and looked at the situation, she would see he handcuffed himself with the other half of the cuffs to be on his left wrist. Once on, he rattled the chain links that bounded the two. "You want a fight. A cube will work but here we call it a prison yard brawl. Can't escape. Once you hit 10 feet, you stuck. Unless you got the strength to pull your opponent along. " He started before giving her a key. "Put it somewhere safe. Once your opponent down. Take their key and escape the cuffs. Victory comes from that or by forfeit... I doubt you come this far to forfeit though" he added before the helicopter finally touched down on the yard taking up the ta free space to the left of the picnic tables and in front of the long bench. He would then get out and wait on Ritz. Once she was out, the battle would begin.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 1:53 pm
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|| Acc: 50 || Str: 150 || Sta: 70 || Jmp: 0 || Air Time: 75 sec || Reaction: 60 || Air Reaction: 35 || AT Wear: 0% ||
Ritz would board the helicopter after the male, not really paying too much attention besides glancing over the city with vague interest, she wasn't much for flying in this type of manner. She looked up however when he mentioned that she wasn't arrested and that they were going to Kanto Prison, she stared at him as she looked clearly conflicted. Her hatred for the police and the fact that she was just going for what she now assumed was a judged fight would conflict heavily, her want to fight someone who looked capable of taking a ******** punch won out in the end and she would just nod. When she was shown the snacks and water she'd happily take one of the waters and suck a couple bottles down, she needed the hydration more than anything at the moment. The sudden grab for her right hand would cause her to jerk reflexively almost knocking the guy in the head with a water bottle when he had placed just one cuff on her, she managed to not get too defensive by some miracle. Maybe it was the simple promise of the fight, but she didn't get extremely aggressive like it was in her nature to do. Or she just really didn't care, she was already in the helicopter and they were treating her good, ******** it. When he proceeded to handcuff his own wrist she looking curious, "Is this some weird kink?" she questioned shaking her right hand making the metal clink lightly. When he went on to explain she'd stare at him, so this was a basic brawl. The blond lit up almost immediately at the prospect as she would look to the area they were landing, the chain was ten feet long from what the male had basically said. She looked it over with interest before she was handed the key, she immediately tucked it away where women who don't carry wallets tucked everything. An amused smirk crawled onto her lips, "Like hell I would forfeit." she snorted as he stepped off the plane. Well, he never said when to start. The second she touched the ground her left leg swung out in a high kick towards the side of his head.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 6:48 pm
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 1:34 pm
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 2:28 pm
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 2:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 3:46 pm
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He would say nothing as the tug occurred. As she pulled him towards her, he would bring the bench with him and would do as he wanted, throwing it towards her at the center. The throw was like a javelin, the bench spinning in the air to try drill into Ritz. Not only that, to follow up, he would manipulate the wind to make a violent torrent to shoot straight for her as well. It was like a pile tornado, but he physically grabbed the air to throw at Ritz. Even if missed, it would explode into a concussive wave of condensed air. His arms seemed to be showing signs of sparking. The physical feats were his own doing, but the manipulation of of some of the tricks he was doing. It was air trek technology!! On his arms? His wrists? Who knows? Either way, once the item was finished, it be just his strength of the rockroad. More than enough!
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 4:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 12:21 am
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 2:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 4:29 pm
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 5:01 pm
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