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::008th Interrogation::

[Action A: 5719 Cunningham Lane - Neighbors]

[It started out as a normal day... wandering outside just to get some air after getting dressed and ready for the day. It was a package that may have turned things around. Barricade eyed the mail that was addressed to him and stared at it cautiously. Perhaps you've spotted him before he heads back in. Taking the package inside and opening it may have been a bad idea.]

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[He took an early leave from work that day. As he wandered back home... he was certain to keep his eyes well covered. The sun wasn't bothering him as he wore a pair of sunglasses. There was also a fedora upon his head... and yet he still kept his head bowed.

Perhaps you've run into him before... and are unknowingly making plans to keep him from going home. If you are... be careful, he has a short temper. ... Unusually short. More so than normal.]

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Well... well FINE!

[She wasn't in any sort of mood to chase after him and press the point. There were pressing things to attend to. So she resumed her run. Her path did, however, did send her past him and further down the street where he seemed intent on storming off to. She'd quickly outpace him, but she'd probably be in his line of sight longer than he'd have liked.]

[He had heard the approaching footfalls of one running... eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. Without notice, a well timed foot was brought out to trip whoever was in a hurry.]

[Normally a trip like that would only make Dakki stumble for a moment before she righted herself and carried on. Not this time. Those balance issues were still acting up. Down she went in a rough sprawl, bruising her knees and the palms of her hands. She was in her Mayfield dress, after all, not her armor... If not for her line shield kicking in, her knees would have been more than just bruised.

Her head snapped about and her one good eye fixed angrily upon Barricade. She planted her feet, pivoted, and pushed off against the ground, charging on in at him with the intention of planting a fist in his stupid, miserable face.]

Asshole!

[Hands in his pockets, he watched her... and once he was rushed, he simply pivoted to the side and sidestepped away.]

Worthless hunk of scrap.

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[Oh. He had insulted her combat skill, hadn't he? Now this encounter was past the point where it could possibly be de-escalated. Dakki did not back down when her ego was on the line.

He sidestepped, and she turned sharply, immediately throwing another rising right punch. And following it up with a left, and another right and... well, just plain pressing the attack. Something had to hit.]

[As soon as he noticed her turn around, he brought out his arms deflect any and all punching.]

Perhaps you want me to hurt you...

[Alright, those were nice blocks... but there was something odd about them. About the impact that her fists made. That was more than bone and muscle... was he armored under there?]

I'd like to see you try.

[Those were fleeting thoughts. She still wanted to beat the hell out of this guy. One more punch was thrown... mostly as a fake-out. She immediately brought a knee up, and then transitioned that into a kick.]

[He was growing tired of her... but it's that kick that took him by surprise. He took the full impact and was knocked to the ground. However, he did attempt a block, which got him nowhere. It only added to the mystery of why his arms seemed so... so... something other than flesh and bone.]

[Alright. So he wasn't completely armored. Strange. Her foot had made contact with very human-feeling muscle, she was sure. And it was damned satisfying! She stood over him, fists balled and expression hateful.]

Well? Is that it? What was that about hurting me?

You can only get your hits in through from sneak attacks? Tell me then, do you always fight dirty in order to win?

[Some of the anger in her expression is replaced with confusion. Lip curled disdainfully, she steps forward and leans towards him. It's all the better for retorting.]

A sneak attack is when someone ambushes you from cover, not when you don't anticipate an attack and get hit with it!

[And she takes another step closer! And looms more! And glares more!]

And YOU are the one that tripped ME, mister "fighting dirty"!

Do you honestly think your scare tactics are working?

[His eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses.]

Perhaps I should show you how to do so properly...

[She should've stayed where she was, as she's now within range of a sweeping kick. The man seemed flexible enough to pull it off, even if she didn't fall over. He then pushed himself up off the ground.]

Temper, temper...

Scare tactics?

[Her intent wasn't so much to be intimidating as to just... yell at a jackass that needed a good yelling at. If he wasn't scared, then at least he was listening. Apparently? She started on another step towards him.]

You just think that y-AH!

[Out comes his leg and while she's quick enough to jump the sweeping kick, her landing is unsteady. There's a brief windmilling of her arms, and she sways uncomfortably. It wouldn't take much to knock her over and reverse their previous positions.]

[He was quick to react, and at her unsteady form, he lunged at her in an all out tackle.]

[Down she goes! But not without resistance and not without a plan. When she hits the ground her line shield flashes for an instant to partially absorb some of the impact. So she's more jostled and less winded. And then she's hooking a leg around his and quickly turning her hips to try and reverse the grapple that they've apparently got going.

...which might be easier if the skirt of her partially-pinned dress wasn't restricting her leg movement, damn it.]

Nnff!

[As soon as he realizes he may be going down, he forces himself to roll off to the side... much to Dakki's advantage. Well, now that they were both on the ground, any passerby may find the scenario a little awkward.

Best to get up and leave her.]

[Oh? No grappling? It was probably because of her awesome counter-grappling skills and not... luck. Yes. Sure.

Once you've moved to the ground game, things always look awkward. That's just how it works, man.]

Haaah!

[She wastes no time, planting her feet and hopping back up, and... and wait, he's leaving? No, no, no. Dakki is right on after him, throwing her full (and surprisingly considerable) weight into an elbow-thrust at his side. Or arm. Or whatever.]

[He had heard her get up and turned to face her demanding she leave him alone before he decided to kill her... but, that didn't happen. He also learned just how fragile this fleshy body as she rammed that elbow into his side. There was a sound, a small stagger and he fell to his knees, curled forward.]

That all ya got?

[Oh look, he's standing up. Sort of.]

[There was a sound, and there was a feel to that hit, too. Dakki was pretty sure she had broken one of his ribs. Which she was perfectly fine with right now. She hated him. She wanted to see him hurt. The programmed and practiced politeness that she usually exhibited was overridden by her base nature as a machine made to kill things. The appropriate solution to this problem was, as far as she was immediately concerned, to beat it down.

The only retort he'd get to his taunt was a wild shout and another fist flying at his face.]

[He looked up just in time to see an incoming fist. Arms were brought up to protect his face, and the impact was made. If the hit to his ribs caused him to crumple, then the strike to his forearms would as well. Only he didn't. Instead he just took a step back.

Damage might've been made, and he had to check. He didn't care who saw at this point and a glove came off and his sleeve was rolled up to observe his ... what would appear to be a mechanical wrist.

Thankfully, nothing was broken!]

Nggh! [Punching metal was rarely a wise idea. She already had an idea that he had something odd happening with his wrists and hands, but those had been deflecting blocks, not so solid an impact. It hurt. But she came back from it ready to drive the other fist in at him... but seeing what was beneath those gloves? She hesitated, remaining eye going wide.]

...you're a cyborg?

[Hello, sudden conflicted feelings!]

NO!

[That being said, he rushes at her bringing his arm around and lashes out with that claw.]

[Oh crap, pointy claws, pointy claws... she hops back quickly with the intent of dodging that swipe. It's not quite quick enough and her line shield flashes into view for a moment, yellow light hugging the outlines of her form. She had brought her right arm up defensively, and the claws leave faint welts with whiteish fluid beading in them... but it wasn't nearly the kind of gouge they should have caused to a bare arm.]

Hyaah! Then you're artificial, too!

[And she took another, weaker, swipe at his face in return.]

[There was a pain in his side and he jerked inwards, completely unavailable to avoid her next strike. Her fingers had caught his sunglasses and he immediately pulled back, his gloved hand covering his eyes.

His shoulders heaved as he was becoming more and more angry with her. He shielded his eyes with his hand was he seemed to focus his attention to the ground. Fine then...

Forcing himself to look up at her, those less than human eyes stared harsh daggers toward her. There were also less than pleasant scarring that seemed far too close to the eyes. His eyebrow twitched and he lunged at her with a clawed fist. It was clear he wasn't going to give up.]

[Glasses off, and... did she see something strange there? It was hard to say. She was still in motion, still struggling to properly assess what he was doing and what his next move might be and what her next move ought to be. His eyes seemed awfully sensitive, though. Maybe this would give her an additional edge.

In she came, already going through the motion of blocking his move... but it slowed for a moment when she saw his eyes, his glare, the damage around the eyes... If not a cyborg then he had to be something artificial, beneath the surface. Maybe incomplete. Maybe...

Oh. Her block had come up short. In came his fist, and the most she could do was jerk her head to the side. His knuckles would graze and scrape against the lower portion of the antennae where her ears would be... and that set off an additional, much less purposeful jerk and a pained grimace. Line shield or not, that was equipment that she didn't want touched right now.]

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We're going to get a fight out of this yet, aren't we?

Indeed :D

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This seems strangely familiar

I swear it happened somewhere else... HMMMM

This will certainly have a different outcome!

uh oh

He's done it now

Bring it on

Aw yeah!

He has an anger switch.. it's hard to turn off :C

So's hers. :\

Uh oh

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