Rabbit Hunting[kaz]

All that time trapped under Kumis touch did give Bunny time to recuperate from her earlier beatings, and to her own embarrassment Kumis sensitive caresses to Bunnys crotch did actually help soothe away some pain. If Kumi had continued her beatdown of Bunny when she was vulnerable instead of trying to show her a good time things may have turned out differently, but now Kumi was getting some gentle caresses of her own as Bunny's fingers gripped tighter into her luscious breasts and was practically about to be hung by them. Bunnys way of saying thanks for earlier.

"Yeah, I get that alo- Mmmph!!" Bunnys world would go pitch black as her entire face and neck would be draped over and her air supply cut off. The kick to her spine caused her legs to spasm and raised her to her tip-toes, barely keeping balance due to the confusion and new found pain. Bunny didn't need to think long on what was going on, it was inevitable the silent one in the corner would intervene. Long since relinquishing the tattooed lady and her hands pulling on her covered face, Bunny would struggle in the tie up before running backwards at full speed and attempt to ram the dark haired attacker into the locker behind her.

"Ah!" Kumi yelped as she fell on her butt after being released by Death Bunny, her arms immediately clutching her sore breasts. "F-fucking... piece of shit..." she grumbled while grimacing.

Kuro on the other hand kept Bunny wrapped with the clothes, wanting to deliver another knee to the girl's back only to find herself rammed against the locker behind her. She groaned, her grip on the coat loosened, and she decided to let go. At least that should buy some time to recover. Fortunately her back hit the lockers first before the back of her head, so the damage wasn't really serious.

"I told you not to interfere..." Kumi hissed at Kuro despite still being in pain.

"No need to thank me," the black haired girl smirked. "Just doing my job, heh."

Ignoring Kumi's protest, Kuro would attempt to grab the bunny girl and whipped her onto the locker. Unlike her sworn sister who valued one on one fights, she was quite happy to gang someone as long as it finished the job. What's the point of injuring yourself too much while ambushing someone? It's better to wrap this out quickly, especially since Death Bunny proved to be a dangerous target.

Stumbling forward after being freed from Kumis ambush, Bunny held her hand to her throat while she inhaled precious air, starting to regret giving Kuro the simple task of holding onto her coat which had fallen to the floor. After her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she would only get the briefest glimpse of Kumi soothing her aching breasts before being grabbed from behind and slammed into the locker behind her.

“Ungh….sh-shit....”Turning around to lay her back against the now dented locker, D.B. would stare down the new challenger through weary eyes. Tall and slender with pale skin and a stoic expression, if these two were a comedy act than this one before her was definitely the straight man. She may not have had an extravagant tattoo but that didnâ€t make her any less imposing with a no nonsense look that rivaled Bunnys. She doubted she could get this girl to talk any more than the other one, but anything to buy a little time…

“Itâ€s not easy is it?…..standin by and…..watchin your friend get beat down….Ungh…..” Bunny would lurch forward to let her own shaky legs support her weight. “But I know,I know……s†not personal” She slowly raised her hand to defend herself in a shaking stance…

"No..." Kuro smirked. "I didn't mean to help her. I just want to beat you."

"Yeah, right," Kumi scoffed sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

The black haired girl paid no attention to the rest of Bunny's statement. Of course it's not personal, considering they're the one who were technically in the wrong here. Not that she minded. Back in her school days, Kuro and her comrades had been doing this sort of things to other people, even coming in greater numbers to teach someone "a lesson in respect". Unlike her sworn sister who hesitated to the masked girl's offer, she had no qualms ambushing the bunny girl.

She didn't thought herself as a psycho or sadist, but here's something thrilling about taking a hitman job like this. It's one of the reason she handed her gang leadership to Kumi back then, to have someone kept her in check from time to time. Before they met with each other, her gang was famous for being a mercenary group. They would take almost any job with decent rewards.

"Come on, tough girl..." she taunted before lunging forward again to have another go at Death Bunny.

Kuro would attempt to fake a punch this time, as her real plan was to grab one of Bunny' arms and whipped the girl to the nearby bench next. Fighting in a place where you could use your surroundings to hurt your opponent was always the most exciting one.

“Heh….whatever you say sunshine….”, Bunny grinned while seeing these two bicker right in the middle of a fight. That brief exchange told Bunny a great deal about their relationship, how they complimented each other. This fleeting moment of levity in what had otherwise been a brutal scene of violence and ferocity made Bunny think that maybe she really could have been friends with these two….in another life.

But right now it took all of Bunnys concentration just to stay vertical, blinking deliberately to center her eyes on the raven haired opponent who was starting to go out of focus. Her hands covering her head to block the punch that never came, Bunny would instead be tossed unceremoniously toward the middle bench, tripping over itâ€s side and falling chest first onto the wooden seat.

The will to fight back was draining from her, unable to find the energy to resist any more as her sweat covered back expanded and contrasted with each labored breath. Out of the side of her eye she would see her trenchcoat laid out underneath her below the bench, her left hand already having rested inside it. Muscles aching and exhaustion wearing her thin, she thought back as to why she was being put through all this pain in the first place, not thinking long before an image of Maki smiling up at her passed through her mind....

As stealthily as she could, she began slowly digging around the pockets of her jacket, hopefully unknown to Kuro…

Kuro quickly went after Bunny after she tossed the girl towards the bench. After seeing what her target could do to her sworn sister, there's no way she would take it easy until the girl couldn't fight anymore. The black haired girl would try with pulling up Bunny from the bench and toss the girl to the floor so she could deliver one or two kicks to her side.

Watching from the sideline, Kumi had now recovered, but she would let her sworn sister deal with the bunny girl for the time being. She was pissed at herself that she underestimated the girl and made a note not to repeat that mistake again. Death Bunny could consider herself lucky that she didn't decide to join Kuro and beat the girl up together. Perhaps, one day, she and Bunny could meet again on the ring, and that's where she would fight the girl for real.

DB would barely have enough time to find what she was looking for as Kuro pounced upon the poor Bunny and flipped her over to the floor. Concealing the item in her fist for the time being, her hands covered her stomach after the first kick, starting to cough against the tiled floor. Kuro was already proving to be more methodical than her tattooed friend, tossing the already half dead Bunny around like a ragdoll in order to keep her disoriented and helpless. All the pain and sudden movement almost made her forget what she had planned in the first place.

Upon Kuros second gut kick, Bunny will attempt to grab her ankle with the arm covering her stomach and twist it viciously to the side in hopes of getting her off balance and falling to the ground. Having one last card left to play, if successful DB will mount Kuro in an effort to wail her once in the head with a slow-moving brass-knuckled fist, a guttural yell of rage to go along with it, almost falling over herself from the force put into it…

Her kicks were connecting with Death Bunny's side nicely, so Kuro was taken off guard when the girl grabbed her leg and twisted it to bring her down to the floor. The raven haired girl fell onto her back with a grunt, and the fall was enough to daze her for a bit, giving the bunny girl a time to mount her counter attack... in the form of a brass-knuckled fist.

"Ummph...!" Kuro's head slightly turned to the side from the punch, prolonging her stunned state.

A weapon. She didn't expect Bunny to have it, but she's not going to bitch either. Kumi seemed equally surprised, but relatively calm about it. A brass knuckle wasn't a rarity in their gang days, so she was sure that Kuro should be able to take a few hits. The only thing she's not happy about was Death Bunny bruising her sworn sister's face.

Meanwhile, Kuro would try to catch the hand of the bunny girl should she attempted another punch, while her other hand would try to grab Bunny's ear. She didn't mean to rip it off, just yanking with enough force to get her target off her. Kuro was also doing it to test Death Bunny, how the girl would react when her accessories were targeted. Why the hell such a fierce girl wearing a ridiculous thing like that in the first place?

Still slouched over Kuro after the hard right cross to her forehead, Bunny was beating herself up on the inside almost as badly this gangster duo had done to her real body. How could she forget her brass knuckles all this time? The suddenness of their attack and her own blood lust caused her to make a mistake that could cost her everything. They were only for emergencies, but things had been so low key since her arrival in AFW up until now...

Leaning back to attempt another strike in hopes of seeing blood, her fist would easily be caught in mid-air, her exhaustion making her moves slow and predictable. Her fist shacking against Kuros hand, Bunny would have tried to make a grab for her opponents hair….until she felt a tugging sensation from the top of her head. All her other actions would stop and her eyes would go vacant with a stunned expression as her bunny ear was grabbed, no one having dared to attempt that for quite some time. When yanked the bunny ear would actually partially stretch before yanking at D.B.s scalp and dragging her off with a sharp gasp, making it look as if they were actually her ears. But that would be preposterous.

Rolling over to her knees a few feet next to Kuro and bent over so her forehead touched the floor, her hands would cover her head along with her bunny ears, actually mumbling something incomprehensible under her breath. Over time she had developed a tolerance for when others dared exerted force on them, it never being an issue recently since the repercussions for grabbing them were well known in her last wrestling federation, so that tolerance had waned recently. Slowly raising herself to her feet, all she had on her mind was how best to make Kuro suffer for it…

Kuro slowly crawled backwards after she got Bunny off her, one hand rubbing her bruised cheek. Going for the ear seemed to work, but she still a bit of time to recover. That brass knuckle hit was something she hadn't got for a while. Kuro smirked, as she slowly got up as well.

"You're only making this worse for yourself..." her smirk turned into a grin.

She started to move away from the locker, wanting to get some distance from Bunny. Her target seemed to be exhausted, so it might not take that long until she's down for real. In which case, Kuro was planning to overwhelm Death Bunny with her speed. Once she got some distance from the girl, the raven haired girl would make a dash forward, before jumping to the locker on her side and kicked it so she could launch herself towards DB and kick the girl's head.