Crimson Snow; Seraphim and Tracy's encounter

Seraphim's laughing would soon die down, knowing they still had to get inside, and the sounds of sirens off in the distance still making her adrenaline pump. Looking at her red-headed juvenile delinquent, she rolled her crimson eye when she realized the girl was in a skirt, catching a brief few up her skirt since she was upside down, but not really having a mindset for that sort of thing right now as she kept focused on escaping. When Tracy would resist and start to force herself from Seraphim's grip, she just shrugged, deciding to let go. The ground wasn't far from her head so it shouldn't hurt too much if she wasn't smart enough to put her hands out, but Seraphim released her none the less, then letting go of the pole and stepping on the solid ground once more. Her left hand was cut deep from the loose screws that torn her palm asunder, but she didn't let that bother her too much as she clenched her teeth to bite back the pain for now.

Tracy's upper body hit the ground,not as strong as she thought,but strong enough to make her grunt from the hit. She ended in a curled up position,her legs over her head as she was able to look at her own panties. She blushed slighly and immediatly rolled forward,sitting up and looking up at Seraphim.

Then she noticed about the white haired girl's cut. Her hand was really injured. Her common sense made her worry about her,but her pride and ego kept her from saying anything. She turned back and moved her hand through her hair. " Okay. Now that the cops are gone, I'm leaving. " Tracy stated as she started to walk to the west,the opposite side of the city.

"Hold it, Shortcake." Seraphim felt a little odd using that nickname, but was trying to keep fresh on her insults abot the girl's height. When Seraphim was younger, she used to always be the shortest, and among her other street rat friends, she had been nicknamed 'shortcake' herself, so it felt kinda wierd using it, almost like handing down a tiny torch. Reaching her clean hand to grab the girl's shoulder, she didn't let her leave just yet, knowing that it would be stupid to.

"I save your life; twice might I add, and you leave off without a thanks? Not to mention the blues may be off, but after the ruckess you caused, it aint safe." Seraphim spoke with a hint of annoyance, but mostly going with the facts, trying to put some sense into this girl before she would do something that made this whole thing mean nothing. "Besides, I bet you couldn't go two blocks without one of the blues recognizin' ya from the reports they've probably got on the airwaves right now, or you'll probably be too thick-headed to get into another fight and ths time end up with a bullet in your brain. I know I'm right." As street smart as she was, Seraphim felt sure about this, not to mention the girl looked like she really would just have another brawl, and this time Seraphim wouldn't be there to help her escape.

Was she really that much of an idiot?

Yep,she was. Tracy immediatly stopped when Seraphim called her 'shortcake'. Another annoying nickname. " Just be glad I didnt punch you for calling me shortcake. Now we're even. " Tracy stated as she grabbed her opponent's hand and threw it away from her,not feeling in the mood of making friends. What a shame she never was in that mood.

" And so what if I do? I dont care fighting the cops like last time. " Tracy didnt seem to care about the cops prusuin her again. " Just one thing. If I die, I dont want anybody to touch my body. Understood....? " And with that,the redhead continued her way

'Tch, and I thought I coul be thick-headed...' Seraphim had often been the type to jump to conclusions and quick to react when there was danger, but when it came to moments like there where she had time to think or strategize, she always would think things through, she had made enough mistakes in her past to make her think twice at times.

When her hand was thrown aside, leaving Tracy a chance to go, Seraphim had a thought, one that was perfect to stop this girl in her tracks. Sure, it may hurt like hell for the both of them later, but it was more than enough to knock some sense in the girl and leave her from getting herself killed. There was never anything to accomplish when you were dead, and the last thing she wanted to see was someone who was just like her make all the same mistakes she did; no one deserved that.

"Then let's make a deal." Seraphim said suddenly just as she turned to leave. "Let's fight, right here, right now. If you win, you can go off and do whatever the Hell you want. You want see my ugly face again, and you can even take my money for all I care. But if I win, you're staying put for awhile at my place until I'm sure the blues arn't lookin' for you again; you'll stay for then, but you can eat and do pretty much whatever you want aside from leave. Either way, you win." She knew it was an offer someone like her couldn't refuse. The two of them were both the type to revel in battle, and normally didn't back down from a challenge. "And to make you're victory more possible... I'll fight you one handed." She added with a smirk, tucking her blood stained hand behind her back.

' A fight...? Right here and right now...?' Tracy thought as the one eyed girl propposed her that deal. It seemed pretty fair. She was the actual champion of the streetfighting 'tournament' . Everyone was afraid of her,and every single person she fought got at least,two bones broken and a visit to the hospital. And though,the bigger girl didnt look scared or anything like that. More than happy to know it was a bet she could easily win,she accepted.

" Okay. But just one condition. You're fighting using both hands. I dont want you to cry at your momma because you got your ass kicked by a little girl for because of nto being careful,okay? " Tracy simply couldnt bear that her opponent was planning to go easy on her.

Tracy saying 'Okay' was all Seraphim needed, and she couldn't help herself as a deviant little grin perked in the corner of her lips. "Heh.. well alright then." She said with some enthuisiasm, her adrenaline still flowing and her body that worked up a sweat more than ready. She would then toss her white hoodie aside, letting it fall gently to the ground, revealing underneath she had a short sleeved red t-shirt, and then over that a sleeveless, navy blue one, both tucked into her balck cargo jeans by the belt with the brass knuckle buckle. Without her hoodie, Seraphim's long, white hair cascading down past her waist, remarkably beautiful for someone whohad just one eye and loved to fight. She always had, and fortunately this fight would go without the risk of the police catching on if she as quick about this; whic was her real objective right now.

"Ah.. so you mean you want me to use this blood stained thing?" She said in a mock tone, taking a step closer to Tracy with her cut palm raised to show her. This was all a distraction though as Seraphim would strike from below, hoping Tracy for just a moment would gaze at her hand as she spoke, only to raise up her knee and send a swift knee strike to the girl's gut, hoping to knock some wind out of her.

Tracy stared at her new,far taller opponent. It was part of her 'plan' to make her fight with the injured hand. She could use it as an advatange factor. She nodded as she assumed a defensive stance and waited for Seraphim to come. But she didnt if to attack first when she saw the white haired girl holding her blood-stained hand in front of her.

For a second,she got distracted by that,and during that short second,Tracy planned to attack to her opponent's hand now that it was uncovered. But before she could even move,Seraphim's knee blow to her gut made her cough the air right out of her lungs. She doubled herself over,her eyes widened and gasping for breath. " Unnnghh!! "

As always, the element of surprise became Seraphim's best friend. They were fighting in the streets, so hardly any rules applied, and when Tracy had agreed, to Seraphim that meant it was time to start. After all, there was no bell to tell them when to start or finish. Taking her stance in mid and after the strike, Tracy could see, -if she was able to while staggering from the blow-, Seraphim had a mixture of two styles. From the waist up, she was firm and poised, fists up by her face, elbows bent, and fists clenched, even her bleeding one; similiar to boxing. From the waist down though, one foot was planted firmly, slightly bent, the other, which had struck Tracy, was risen a bit more, only the toes touching the ground; it was Mauy Thai. Joined at the hip, Seraphim used two styles, a deadly combination which she now had set on Tracy.

"Come on, I saw you out there earlier, you should be able to take that!" Seraphim spoke out like a battle cry, her left hand, the one that was bleeding from the palm, rose up, elbow trained on the girl. As she was doubled over, Seraphim would bring her elbow down, attempting to slam it into the back of the girl's skull with enough force to knock her to the ground.

Unlike Seraphim, Tracy was only master of one style,and it was boxing. Well,almost master. She usually fights like she wants. It was a big mistake to pay attention to her opponent's bleeding hand,and now,the girl was regreting it. She was completely uncovered against Seraphim's elbow blow....or not?

She raised her head. The kawaii girl didnt seem to be suffering any pain. Instead, she was smiling wickedly. As the elbow blow descended,Tracy lifted doubled arm up and tried to connect her own elbow blow to her opponent's arm while it was descending. Even if that didnt work,she would clutch her left palm into a fist and throw a violent punch to the taller girl's cheek.