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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.]

[Action: anywhere]

[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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[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.]

[He was far better at close combat. As Dakki would soon find out. While outright kicking her would be a bad idea, he did the next best thing. He swung his other hand around to punch her directly in the stomach. If he could floor her, he would count this as a victory.]

[Her specialty was also close combat. Though line shields could only absorb so much kinetic impact before it transferred through anyway. He punched her in the gut, she cried out, doubled over and wobbled... but then her knees bent and she steadied her stance, grabbed that arm of his with both hands, and twisted to try and make him unsteady. The composure needed to try and grapple him into a hold was a bit out of the question at the moment.]

[Normally, he would've simply kicked out at her to make her let go. However, in this situation that was hardly an option. Jerking him forward caused a sudden pain go through out his body and he went down without a problem. Something about broken ribs.

However, he was almost immediately trying to push himself back up to his feet. His attempts were less than successful.]

[Things were hardly optimal. Her back foot attempted to plant, the better to brace herself for tugging him to a more advantageous position... and she misjudged. It went down on the curb of the sidewalk, she couldn't correct for the imbalance, and down she went, too.

Thankfully, it wasn't on top of him. That might've broken another rib. She landed in a position that put her in a T-shape next to him on the ground, and she, too, was struggling back to her feet... though she did kick at him once or twice before the effort to rise was made.]

[One of those kicks connected, and it didn't feel too good. Stop that, stop kicking! Oh, good, she was back on her feet. He glared up at her as he tried again.]

... Are you done now?

[... because he wasn't. He was waiting.]

[She stands, swaying slightly, one hand over her stomach.]

No. Are you?

[Her empty hand flexed, as though she intended to grab for something. The wrist rolled. But no, no, she only wanted to win this, not kill him. And a photon weapon would be... unfair. And no proof of her superior skill.

She jerked her head backwards, frowning. A "come and try me" gesture if there ever was one.]

[There was no answer, just a low growl... before he finally forced himself up to his feet. Knees bent, he POUNCED at her, aiming right for her legs.]

[She was still quite convinced that this man was actually an android or cyborg or something, despite the growling and despite his protests to the contrary. But it didn't seem to matter all that much now, what him... pouncing? Somehow, she hadn't expected him to do that. He had the size advantage on her. Fancy photon armor couldn't do much about that. Bam, down she went to the pavement, hissing sharply in discomfort as her head bounced against it and her right shoulder and hip came down hard.]

[Finally! He pushed himself up to stand and sneered down at her before turning to stalk off.]

[Fighting some disorientation, Dakki got back to her feet less quickly than before. He was sneering at her? He was gloating, then. That'd buy her a few seconds to...]

...h-hey!

[Oh Holy Light, she hated that about him most of all, he kept trying to leave. Like she was beneath him, not even good enough to really defeat. Fuck that. She staggered to her feet with astonishing speed, and charged in at him. Two could play the tackling game.]

[The advantage Dakki had on him, while not size, was that she was far from squishy. Upon impact, he cried out in what may have been pain, but it sounded farm more angry than anything else. He went down fairly easy but tried to push himself off the ground. ]

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[He was face-down and she was atop him, kneeling but bent over. Before he could somehow toss her off, she grabbed for his hair, pulled his head back, and then slammed it into the pavement.]

There!

[...and again.]

Don't [slam] cut and run [slam] from a HUcaseal! [slam]

[He growled like a captured animal, but then the hair pull... and then he was met with a surge of pain. He struggled again... and then he was met with pain again. Then he became disoriented and his struggling slowed to a halt.]

Ghnnn....

[She had a free hand while slamming his head into the ground, and it grasped for one of his struggling arms. And even though he had stopped struggling so strongly, she didn't feel that she had quite made her point yet. Her fingers unclenched and released their grip on his hair. She pulled his arm back behind him in an undoubtedly painful hold.]

Well? Well?! Are you done?!

[...she has, however, misjudged her own strength in this matter. She's assuming a far stronger skeleton is beneath his flesh. She might well break his arm.]

[His arm could only bend back so far ... and he tried to cry out but no sound escaped his mouth. There was an interesting sound of the metal twisting, just where the metal joint met flesh. He was shifting between in and out of consciousness. He knew she was yelling at him but ...]

::008th Interrogation::

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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