High Kick Rendezvous! (For Acuya)

Asami gave a mental sigh as the victim refused to run.
*This thing with people not running when I tell them to is maddening!* she thought to herself. But then she remembered if it wasn't for Dixie's refusal to do the same, she might have perished. *Then again, if he took off, the French revolution duo here would be playing the conga on my kidneys.*

Switching dance partners with him, she came face to face with Marco. Quickly, he began to kick away at Kunoichi with a blinding series of attacks. A front kick followed a series of kicks at her legs, torso and head! However, Asami's lightning reflexes were dialed up, and she didn't have Elise to worry about. Swaying and backpedaling, the black clad woman evaded the assault the Frenchman slung her way, then suddenly side-stepped a snap kick aimed at her stomach. From the side, she brought her leg up under Marco's, while bringing her elbow down from the top, smashing the limb between them at the shin in a cruel counter attack, meant to disable the limb by shattering the bone within it. It was a move Asami would never use in the ring, against the women of the AFW. But here...on a bastard who went around putting people in the hospital for giggles, she had no problem.
Marco cried out in pain, hopping back on one leg.

However, beneath the mask Kunoichi frowned. Although she was sure she had hit the bone squarely, it didn't break!
*Years of training, maybe? Like in Muay Thai, with the kicking of trees and such, eventually the bone density becomes much greater than a normal person. Still, getting your shin crushed like that can't be pleasant....*
As Marco howled, Asami threw a quick glance over her shoulder, checking on the Taekwondo man and the French woman, ready to back him up if he was in trouble...

<"You think you have something to prove here, little man?"> Elise broke into her stance, facing off against Dmitri. <"You should have taken the chance and ran away - you might have escape. Maybe. Now you're ending up in a pool of blood for sure.">

A few months ago, this would have presented a serious problem - not only was this woman clearly skilled, not only did she have some kind of strange spike knuckle weapon around her fist, but Dmitri used to have a problem fighting women at all. He still wasn't perfect, but he'd gotten to the point where he could actually stand to attack a girl and not immediately regret it, especially if she was trying to do him grievous bodily harm, which was exactly what Elise seemed to have in mind.

She came at him nice and slow, holding her spiked right hand out as she advanced. She took a quick step into Dmitri's space and jabbed out, trying to catch him on the jaw, but he jumped back just in time to avoid it. She stepped again, jabbed. He jumped back one more, staying just out of her range.

She smirked and took a quick fake step forward, and Dmitri immediately fell for it, jumping back against an attack that didn't even happen, and Elise ran in the second his feet left the ground, swinging wide and forcing Dmitri to shoot out his leg as he went back, giving her a desperate snap kick to the stomach. It hit her gut and kept her from closing in, making her swing fall short of his chest by a few precious inches.

Close. Way too close.

She stumbled back, looked up at him with a sneer, and ran back, putting full pressure on him, now. He dodged a left jab, ducked under a a deadly right, but she pulled him in close before he could backpeddle again, grabbing him by the shoulder. <"Come here!"> Her knee shot up and crashed into his stomach, doubling him over and putting him in a perfect spot for her other knee to hit his chest.

She reeled back with the spiked fist, ready to tear into his jaw, but Dmitri summoned his reserves and pushed her a few feet away, getting her into long-range, exactly where he needed her. Before she could rush back in, her bursted up, spun around and closed the distance with a hop and a spinning heel kick, knocking Elise clean off her feet and into the dumpster.

*Well, he's handling himself just fine so far.* Asami thought to himself as she watched Elise fly into the trash dumpster. *Maybe she'll do us a favor, climb in, shut the lid, and let herself get collected with the rest of the trash.*
"Elise!" Marco yelled.
Kunoichi's attention snapped back to him as he ran forward, the pain in his leg forgotten as he tried to go to his woman's aid. Quickly, the black clad vigilante moved to intercept him, getting between him and the other two fighting it out.

With a snarl of frustrated rage, he lashed out with a lunging side kick. Kunoichi quickly replied with a quick step backwards, then slammed her elbow down, while raising her knee, repeating the earlier counter. However, Asami's satisfaction was cut short as Marco, concern for Elise fueling him, simply powered his leg through Kunoichi's technique. The kick continued onward, catching her in her stomach and blasting her backwards. A wave of nauseating pain washed over Asami, as her earlier injury took a blow that certainly couldn't be good for it. Her back hit a nearby wall, and she slumped against it, gritting her teeth against the cry of pain that tried to escape her....

Elise looked pissed. There was really no polite way of putting it.

She grabbed a hold of the lid and started to pull herself up, staring daggers at Dmitri the whole way. "For that - just for that - you die."

The look in her eyes told him she had every intention of following through with that threat, too, and it was so full of venom that he almost stayed locked on it - so locked that he didn't notice Marco coming from behind and kicking him in the back, sending him staggering forward towards the waiting Elise. She charged straight at him and brought her right fist into his chest, letting her spiked fist dig right in.

The spikes weren't completely pointed, dulled on the tips for more impact than piercing - that was the only saving grace. They still hurt like hell and lit Dmitri's chest up, forcing him to stagger forward and leaving him open to a vicious punch in the face from Elise, strong enough to loosen teeth.

He started to backpeddle as they moved after him, but Elise stepped forward and led the assault. "No, no - this one's mine." She rushed in, full of malice, pulling her fist back for what would have been a finishing blow if Dmitri hadn't grabbed a trash can lid from beside him, using it as a makeshift shield and bringing it to the fore. Her blow slammed against it and he pushed forward, shoving her back a step, just enough space for him to follow up by jumping in and swinging the lid into her side.

She croaked and fell back, but Marcus immediately moved back in and shot his leg up, bringing it down in an axe kick that Dmitri was just able to get the lid up in time to block, the metal in his shoes giving it a sizable dent. What that blow would have done to his skull, he didn't want to know...but he had a bad feeling he would find out if the tides didn't change soon.

Clearing her vision that had wavered alarmingly, part of Asami's mind informed her that the blow had more than likely torn out a stitch of three out of the gash on her abdomen. Another part of her, the one that Kunoichi persona had apparently decided to take up residence in, coldly informed the first part that if she didn't get back into this thing, an innocent was going to have a lot more than stitches in his future. Like perhaps a trip to the intensive care ward. Or the morgue.

Pushing off the wall Asami came at Elise this time. The French woman had recovered from getting hit in the side with a garbage can lid, and was preparing to go after the cornered Asian man.
"No." came the voice from Kunoichi from behind her.
Elise turned, and spying the vigilante, changed her plans, and direction running straight at the oncoming woman with a loud yell.

Kunoichi was also coming in at a run, and when the two got close they both began to exchange blows and parries.
Blocking a left hook aimed the side of her head, Kunoichi snapped Elise's head back with a well placed palm strike that landed on her foe's jaw at an upward angle. However the woman rallied with a suddeness and feroicity of a wild beast. Elise rush in, throwing a series of left jabs that caught Kunoichi's face, before stepping in and digging her knuckle spikes into her ribcage.
The vigilante staggered back, but luckily the leather of her outfit blunted the force of the body blow. She reassumed her ready stance, focused on Elise....

Dmitri wasn't sure he could survive against both of them at the same time, much less win the fight. They weren't just good, they were very good, and they were clearly used to backing each other up and filling in the gaps of their styles. It wasn't like fighting two people, but one person divided into two. A solid sync.

Fortunately, Dmitri didn't have to find out - his ally made the question moot, taking on Elise and leaving Dmitri with a fair chance instead of an achingly abyssal one.

Marco grunted as he pulled back from his axe kick, sparing a quick glance towards Elise as she was taken out of the equation once more. It was a small window, but Dmitri dove into it at full steam and tackling Marco with his lid at the front. The frenetic Frenchmen put his boot down, hard, sliding in the dirt as Dmitri pressed forward, exactly as he needed him. This man did his best work with his legs, but while they were occupied bracing down below, Dmitri could get crazy up top.

He took one hand off the lid, relieving some force and making Marco fall forward, the sudden change taking him off guard before he could counterattack - just what Dmitri needed.

He wasn't a puncher, but that didn't mean he couldn't muster up a decent blow when he needed, and Marco got a taste of one when Dmitri used his newly freed fist to wallop him in the face. Bringing him down to his knees.

Dmitri started to move in and finish him off, when he saw his rescuer being pinned down by the revived Elise. She had saved him, he had to return the favor, and this was as good a time as any. He hurled the lid like a discus, hitting Elise in the back and making her stagger towards Kunoichi, face contorted with pain.

Elise advanced on Kunoichi.
"<You piece of shit! I'll make->" she began in French, although what she said would be lost as a hurled trashcan lid caught her in the back.
Staggering forward, Elise was caught by a hard punch that caught her squarely between the eyes. The French woman brought both hands to her face, exposing her defenseless torso.

If her mouth was exposed, Asami's smile would've been unmistakable as she clenched her fist.

The sounds of fists thudding into flesh rang out at a rapid fire pace as Kunoichi unleashed a barrage of punches, her arms a blur in the low light. Elise's stomach and chest were her main targets as strikes from various disciplines struck home. Under Kunoichi's onslaught, Elise was driven back towards a wall.
"And I don't speak....whatever it is you're speaking!" Kunoichi yelled as she attacked. "Psychotic...bitch!"

The tide was turning firmly in their favor all of the sudden, and while Dmitri had to abandon his 'weapon' to pull it off, it was worth it to keep Kunoichi safe. And he was a little ashamed to admit that watching Elise get slammed around was pretty satisfying. However the two had imagined this night was going to go, it was safe to say it didn't include any of this.

Dmitri turned around only to find Marco's foot heading straight for his face, full force and speed with a devastating roundhouse. The blow caught him in the face and spun him around, dropping him hard to his knees, and even though he couldn't tell which direction the next attack would come from, he knew he wouldn't have to wait long on finding out.

Sure enough, Marco followed up only a scant second after Dmitri's knees touched down, kicking him hard in the side. His heavy boots sent pain all through his ribs, and Dmitri fell to his side, groaning. Another kick slammed into his stomach, folding him in half, and from the looks of things Marco had every intention of beating him to a pulp right there in the street.

It was all Dmitri could do to grab hold of his leg as the next kick came in, wrapping his arms around the shin and holding on for dear life as Marco flail around and lost his balance.

Her barrage of body and torso attacks stopped as Kunoichi drew back both fists, coiling her body as Elise staggered back to wind up leaning against the wall, a steps worth of distance between the two women.
"Shiiiiaa!" her voice called out in a loud kiai yell as she began her attack.
The black clad Japanese woman surged forward, covering the distance between the two of them and then lashing out with both fists. Each of them struck home, her left slamming into Elise's breastbone as her right drove directly into the pit of the French woman's stomach.

Stepping back, Kunoichi watched coldly as Elise slumped to the ground, dropping to her hands and knees. As she looked on, the French woman let out a strangled gasp before suddenly coughing up the contents of her stomach. As she looked on, that feeling of coldness spread through her. It was the same sort of feeling she had back when broke the arm Chain Devil. Except...now it went deeper.
*If breaking the arm of one violent criminal took him off the streets and earned a month of peace...then what would breaking the neck of another do?* she thought to herself. *If Lash had her way....I'd be dead. If this one had her way....she would be leaving my corpse in her wake. So it's only fair, right?*

Reaching down, Kunoichi pulled the weak and battered Elise to a kneeling position by her hair, slapping away the woman's feeble attempts to push her away.
"[Maybe it's time to start putting the animals like you down...]" the ninja said aloud in her native Japanese, holding her fingers straight and rigid in a knife-hand position while pulling back on Elise's hair, exposing the soft flesh of her throat as she switched to English. "Maybe it's time for me to send a message, blondie."
Lost in the moment, in the struggle between her conscience and her desire to end the life of someone who had caused such misery in a short time, she practically forgot about Marco and Dmitri. Her trembling hand drew back into the position to deliver a fatal chop to the exposed throat, a coup de grâce in the making.

Dmitri kept his grip tight on Marco's leg, getting pulled along the alley floor as the fierce French fighter tried to wiggle free. He raised his other foot, looking ready to stomp him right in the face, but Dmitri pushed forward at the right time and brought him down, putting him flat on the alley floor and making this a horizontal fight.a

Dmitri scrambled on top and wrestled around with Marco, the two of them rolling along, throwing out quick shots, punches, headbutts, even biting, until Dmitri's back was slammed into the wall, getting the worst out of the tumble. Marco slammed threw a harsh, brutal punch into Dmitri's face, stunning him long enough to pull off slide away. Dmitri groaned, trying to push up as Marco made his way back to his feet, getting the better out of the exchange.

He started to move in, looking to crush Dmitri and start the beating once again, when his attention was diverted to the side with a look of horror. Dmitri followed it and shared in the look. Elise was vulnerable, down and defeated, but Kunoichi wasn't letting up. She was looking to finish her. Permanently.

"No!" Life seemed to flow into Marco as he charged towards her at full speed, coming with a flying kick aimed at her chest, his deadly feet soaring through the air.