Mayhem in the Shower Room (for Darius)

Damian blurred. He now faced Sarah. Pinched in between the fingers of his right hand was the dart. His left pointed at the girl in the shadows. His facial muscles were bunched tight.

"You're noisy," he told the dart-shooter. He dropped the dart; in the resulting silence, the sound of it hitting the tiles was rather loud. "Yatori," he told his ward, "Get out of here."

Yatori began crawling towards the door.

Despite the fact that Damian was pointing at the spot where the dart had been fired, the shooter was no longer there. "Oh, that was nifty," Sarah observed as Damian dropped the dart. She then put her thumb and index finger in her mouth, and whistled shrilly.

At the brawler's signal, a girl clad in black suddenly dropped from the ceiling directly behind Damian, landing in a crouching position between him and Yatori. Instantly she sprung to a ready position. The girl had blue hair tied into a ponytail, and her mouth was covered by a mask, only leaving her eyes uncovered. Those eyes were now fixated on Damian. At her hip hung a small blade. "Meet Sayuri," Sarah introduced on the silent girl's behalf. "She's my ninja assassin bodyguard. Can you believe that? I got a ninja assassin bodyguard!" Sarah chcuckled to herself. "God, I love this country."

Sarah would then walk past Damian and over to Sayuri. The ninja stayed rooted to the spot as Sarah walked past her and headed for Yatori again. "Make it hurt," she ordered on the way. Sayuri nodded mutely. As Sarah headed back for her prey, the ninja girl placed her right hand on her sword hilt, and the other for her pouch, narrowing her eyes on Damian.

Stubby automatic pistols with extended clips appeared in Damian's hands.

"One more step," he stated dryly, "And I will tell you who I really am." He still had his back to Sayuri.

"Are you insane?" Yatori hissed at Sarah from where she huddled. "The last time he did this..." She shivered, and it was not from the cold air across her skin.

"How very cryptic and foreboding," Sarah said dryly, both to Damian and Yatori's comments. "I'm sure it's a very deep and dark story with a clever twist at the end, but really, I don't give two shits about it." Sarah would soon come upon Yatori, and would reach down to grab her by throat, squeezing it tightly as she lifted her off the ground. Sarah grinned maniacly. "As far as I'm concerned, it's just you and me here." Rearing back her fist, Sarah would nail Yatori hard in the stomach.

Sayuri did not move from her position, keeping her unblinking gaze locked upon Damian. If she was alarmed that the large man had drawn guns, she didn't show it. Whatever she was thinking was hidden behind her mask.

Damian's fingers rested lightly upon the triggers of his guns.

"No killing!" Yatori managed to cry out before Sarah's punch collapsed her belly. "Guwaaahhh!"

The mountain that was Damian stirred. The guns disappeared from his hands. Same hands flexed for an almighty effort. He turned around to face Sayuri. "Get out of my way," he ordered. Not waiting for an answer, he stepped towards the ninja, on the way to Yatori.

Sarah didn't catch what Yatori had shoted to Damian right before she slugged her, nor did she care. Her only concern was how much damage she could inflict on the poor girl. "Scuse us, ladies," Sarah called to Sayuri and Damian, still holding Yatori by her throat. "We're gonna take this beating elsewhere." Sarah would then forcibly throw Yatori to another part of the shower room, where the tiolets and shower stalls were.

Sayuri didn't respond to Sarah, her eyes still on the threat before her. As Damaian walked towards her, her stance didn't change. It was only when the man made to walk passed her did she finally make a move. And when she did, it was like lightning. Her sword whipped out, short but sharp, aimed directly across Damian's chest.

Yatori tumbled across the slippery floor with a weak whimper, only to clatter off the wall of a shower stall. "Ugh..." She clutched herself protectively, traumatized by something, internal pain replacing her water coat with a sweaty sheen. "No..."

Leaving the developing battle behind her Sarah followed her prey Yatori into the othe room, her cold green eyes scanning greedily over her naked form. As much as the camera man wanted to film the fight between ninja and mafia thug, he was being payed (and threatened) by Sarah Gatt. "Poor Yatori," Sarah cooed with a mocking tone. "All alone. No one to save you." Sarah would step on Yatori's right hand and start to press down on it painfully with a malicious smile. "No one to get in the way." With one foot pinning her hand Sarah's other foot would start kicking Yatori mercilessly in the stomach and ribs, wanting to batter the girl pretty badly.

Yatori's hand writhed helplessly under Sarah's boot. Then it was her body's turn to receive Sarah's other boot, seemingly caving in with every kick she took, Yatori's gasps initially sharp before getting weaker and weaker, spittle scattering across the tile.

Sarah kicked Yatori for several mintes until she deemed it necessary to stop. SHe didn't want Yatori to fall asleep just yet. She would get off of Yatori's hand, satisfied it was useless at the moment, and reached down to grab Yatori by the hair. "Up you go!" Sarah cackled, and would haul the girl to her feet. After that she would lift her off the floor completely, give a wink at the camera, and slam Yatori's back across her outstretched knee in a brutal backbreaker.