Picking Up The Pieces [Reiko/G]

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

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You’re not wrong there~ Unable to resist the urge to touch her lip with the tip of her tongue as her companion seemed to joke about how women tended to go for the mysterious type, the singer had to admit that he was right in that regard, since his little routine seemed to be working on her. Smiling wryly at him as she once again wondered if he was putting this whole ‘show’ on just to make her a bit keener, if it was true then he would certainly earn her respect at the very least. Game recognises game, after all.

“Why, I’m sure that words like that will get you everywhere, Mr G~” Chuckling gently as the man admitted that it had been her which was the biggest reason he had stuck around, as the one piece of information she had wanted to here was laid out plainly, Reiko couldn’t help but purr at the knowledge but also found his reasoning a little sweet as well.
So, he has a little honour about him? Smiling at the information and reclining a little further on the table they shared as she felt herself relaxing, the dark haired nightingale let her magenta eyes wash over G again in an unabashed fashion as she appreciated that almost chivalric desire to return a favour and was even happier to hear him say that she liked her song choices.

“Well, some songs are classics for a reason~ I often find that a little history can had some heart to a song and besides, modern music feels dreadfully overproduced, doesn’t it?” Resting the back of her neck on her palm gently as she folded her legs over, with an unconscious digit lightly toying with the teardrop-shaped earring that hung from her ear, Miss Nakidori bobbed her brows at the boy who caught her eyes and sensed that musically they might have similar tastes.
“That roughness, rawness of imperfection is far easier for a girl like me to love~!” No fan of those auto-tuned pop numbers or the soullessness of sounds that these days were put together on computers, the truth was that the sharp ear of the songstress always found more sweetness in what was now considered more ‘classical’ music. Sure, several of the songs she had sung had seen more modern interpretations but these had tended to be pale imitations in the opinion of the woman with the red gaze. There were charms in simpler and more satisfying days.

“Oho? A quirker eh?” The brow of the beauty lifting as G began to confess the real reason he was feeling so glum, as the moment turned a little more serious and sober due to the topic, Reiko shifted her position to lean in a little closer to the man in front of her, subconsciously wanting to help promote a feeling of safety and intimacy. In a weird way when he told his story, this white haired fellow looked a little vulnerable like a troubled little boy and that oddly made the dark haired girl want to pull him close and keep him safe, because there were times when she too felt like she was still a little girl who was lost in the world.

“You know they say that bad experiences build character, but having gone through a rough time or two, I’m not sure the gain is worth the price really…” The turn in conversation making the magenta gaze of Miss Nakidori glaze over a bit as she remembered her own troubling times, while she did sympathize with the plight of the man in front of her she also knew enough about depression, grief and pain to know that there weren’t any magic words to make such things go away. Time helped but even then there were occasions like this one where the brunette felt the exact same things she had done back when she was fifteen years old and her life was shattered, so she really didn’t know what to say that make the pain go away, and didn’t think honestly there was anything she could say really.

“I dunno though, you seem like a good guy if a little surly and pretty handsome as well. So it would probably be a shame if it actually did kill you? From my perspective at least…” Deciding that all she could really do was offer her own opinion and hope that it didn’t make the situation worse, she knew that false promises and the words ‘it will get better’ would likely do no good at all. When people had told her stuff like that after her father had been murdered, it seemed to only make her angrier. She didn’t want life to get better. She wanted it to go back to what it was, and that would never happen.

“Your life might never be what you want it to be… So I guess just find the best where and when you can? I mean, is there anything in your life that makes you happy?” A cheeky and charming young woman by many accounts but certainly far from an optimist, while Reiko found it easy to put a smile on the face of a stranger she would never see again, it was so much harder when she had become invested. Honest really and hating to lie to people, the best could do was offer the benefit of her own experience and see if there was any light in the life of this man that he could focus on when surrounded by darkness. Hopefully there would be, I mean right now he was talking to a drop dead gorgeous girl, but maybe there’d be something a little more lasting than her company?

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

G Hajimari • 836 Words • notes

“Well it’s not something that’s widely known, but yes, we share membership of the same club~” Tending to not reveal to many people, employers especially, that she possessed a quirk, the trust that G had shown in revealing his own status made the singer reveal her own similar nature.
“And I'm not talking about the one for people who like good drinks and great music~!” Given the nature of her abilities some seeming to think it meant she might be ‘cheating’ when it came to using her voice, moreover given her other after dark activities it seemed a good plan to not too heavily associate with the abilities of her alter ego too heavily.

“If you stick around me long enough, you might be able to pick up on my gift~” That latter desire perhaps the reason she didn’t elaborate for the fellow in front of her, while at times she felt tempted to show off her talent for shattering glass simply by using her larynx in the right way, now was not the time. Given she planned to go on a patrol after she had finished here and gotten changed, it would be a difficult coincidence to explain away for Miss Nakidori if one minute she was breaking bottles and tumblers then the next some thugs were giving reports of a woman who screamed them half to death. She had long ago learned to cover her tracks a little, and besides, there were other issues at hand.

So he’s a dad? A single one from the sounds of things, and the lack of a ring. Might explain why I find him hot… The brow of the brunette arching as the man in front of her revealed that he had a child, almost instinctively Reiko’s gaze shot toward his hand to check for a ring and found that she was pleased to see neither a band of metal nor pale skin. Not that such an object had stopped her in the past if she wanted it enough, but marriage was a complication she didn’t need right now.

“You seem a little young to have a daughter, especially one attending that new Hero Academy, though I suppose the adoptive part helps?” The magenta eyes of Miss Nakidori lifting back up from his hand and then batting her lashes as she looked toward him with a smirk, because of her own issues in regard to family patriarchs she found the fact that this guy was a dad nothing close to a turn off. In fact, she felt it quite the opposite really.
“I bet there’s a story there then, isn’t there?” The increasing attraction aside, the more that G told her the more mystery he seemed to weave, while the singer was curious as to the circumstances that led to a guy becoming the father of a girl she doubted was much more than ten years younger than her, she didn’t press the issue too much.

Luckily for you, Daddy-daughter relationships are my specialty up to high school age. Clearly carrying a lot on his shoulders and this feeling a sore subject that needed soothing before it could be approached properly, while earlier the young woman had found herself struggling a bit for advice, it seemed that the ball was steadily rolling into her court and control.
“I was a teenage girl once and you should know, while she might seem busy with her life, if she’s anything like me that won’t mean she doesn’t have time for her daddy?” The emotion that she had felt when singing the song earlier seeming to return to Reiko and make her expression soften a bit, as she thought back to times when she was a high school girl and how she had treated her father in one particular incident, the red eyes of the girl began to sting a little and the casual observer might have spotted the slight sign of wetness building up for just a moment as she struggled to restrain her feelings.

“When you’re that age you don’t really know what’s important. What’s real, you know?” Picking up her glass and letting the flavour of her fluid wash away the sense of bitterness that tried to overpower her, after taking in that calming effect the brunette smiled gently toward the struggling man and slid her hand gently across the table toward his, almost unintentionally.
“Take it from a woman who lost her dad. No fancy ass dorms or new friends can compare to the bond between a girl and her father, OK?” The tender expression of intimacy part of her effort to reassure the man she was sitting with, in a way Miss Nakidori wished that the woman she was today could speak to her own father like this. Filled with regret at the way that things had ended with her patriarch, she hated the idea of another relationship like hers failing so much that the charming and flirtatious mask she usually wore to guard her feelings slipped a little and revealed something a bit more honest beneath it. Damaged, but honest.

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

G Hajimari • 960 Words • notes

Not retreating I see, given his mood that’s probably the best I could have hoped for, I suppose? Happy to see that her little gesture was no met with some kind of aversion but merely tolerance, for the moment the young singer opted to no test her luck too much and simply left her hand just lightly in contact with that of the man she was with, lightly letting her fingers rest on his in a move that could have been as much and accident as anything. Not seeming the most open guy as he appeared to take every opportunity to avoid topics that she left open, while he seemed accepting of the gentle touch he might become rattled if she pushed her luck too much too soon and Reiko didn’t want to ruin the good work she had put in so far by making him skittish, both because of her attraction and because the guy looked like he could use a break.

“Oh, so now I’ve given you a little bit of bait you want more of that juicy backstory, do you?” The topic of conversation changing quite abruptly but Miss Nakidori the type who could readily roll with the punches, given the fact that the whole daddy issue seemed to be touching sensitive nerves for both of them she let things slide into a new direction and resumed her more flirtatious, natural role.

“Well, what are you going to do if I’m the sort of girl who likes to create a little mystery? I mean, anything you can do I can do better, and all that?” The tone of her voicing lifting into something retaining that mild huskiness she possessed but becoming livelier and more bouncy in its pitch as the brunette began to tease her companion in a jokey fashion, making light of the way his interest seemed to clash with his own reluctance to share. Lightly sliding her hand as she did so, with her index finger the dark haired temptress began to very subtly caress the finger of her new friend in a similarly coy fashion and then began to chuckle before flicking her hair out a little.

“Well I suppose I don’t really mind sharing if it helps to put a smile on that face, and naturally my ego makes my favourite to talk about myself…” Lifting up her free hand to take a sip of her drink as she shone with another smile for the man she was chatting up, after finishing her taste and putting her drink back down Reiko narrowed her eyes and smirked wryly toward him before admitting that she didn’t really have a problem with those particular details. Certainly some of the stuff she got up to at night a little too colourful and illegal to be told to a practical stranger but eternally the type who wanted to satisfy her audience, she giggled and folded her legs over the other way as she sat up more squarely before answering the question she was asked.

“As long as I can remember, I’ve always sung. It started really with preschool rhymes and things I’d heard on the television, I tended to pick up melodies and things like a sponge with water and then want to share them with the world, but mostly my dad.” Letting out a small sigh as she begun and confessing that in many ways music was something akin to food or drink for her as she was growing up, there didn’t seem to be a time in the young life of Miss Nakidori where she hadn’t had the urge to sing along to things that she had heard. Naturally the story of her singing not one that she could really separate from the topic of her father, they were two things that seemed intrinsically intertwined and while the subject of male parents seemed a touchy one, also something one simply could not share without the other.

“As good as my voice is, his was the same but bad and always made me feel special and happy, especially when we used to sing together…” A softer smile spreading across the face of the fox as her eyes grew misty with memory, Reiko’s gaze drifted up slowly as she remembered a much smaller version of herself warbling away next to the idiotic and over the top soul who was Hideo Nakidori.
“We were just messing around but he loved it so much I decided to go into shows at school and things so he could see me perform properly, and life in the spotlight began there really…” Their little duets always seeming to end in pouty complaint when the man would start to get increasingly silly with the notes he chose but those moments usually leading to ones filled with laughter, even if the transition would have robbed her of her womanly confidence, her charms and that rocking body, the brunette would have accepted a deal to go back to those days in a heartbeat. Adult life so messy, convoluted and disappointing, carefree days with the world’s best dad were the thing that the mistress with magenta eyes would always crave. No matter what.

“I’d always wanted to become a big time singer when I was growing up but you know how life happens? You never end up in the places you think you’re supposed to…” The smile that she wore seeming to melt a little bit as the memories naturally lead to times when she was older but not necessarily wiser, as the topic moved to an area that might have been tender for her Miss Nakidori trailed off a little bit, being wary of revealing too much without reason and a stronger degree of trust between them…

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

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Looks like he’s steadily warming up to me… Not exactly expecting G to start caressing her hand as she told her short tale but certainly not in any way opposed to it, the corners of Miss Nakidori’s mouth curled a little higher at the gesture and she returned it in kind, snaking her soft digits around her companions hand gently and giving his paw a gentle squeeze as she smiled at the man.
Though I'm not really playing it cool either, I suppose? Not exactly sure where the evening would take her when she had sat at this table but things certainly heading in a direction she liked, as he apologised for taking the conversation in a sour direction the singer felt tempted to seize his lips right then and there but decided from the evidence something softer seemed to work better and so lifted her free hand to reach for his cheek.

“Oh don’t worry about me darling, I’m fine. Always fine…” Lightly looking brush the cheek of the handsome fellow with whom she was sharing a drink as a sort of friendly thanks for his concern, Reiko’s voice became more hushed as the scene grew a little bit more intimate and she leaned closer to accommodate this, making her cleavage more apparent because of the angle she sat at more by accident than design.

“They’re nice times to think about really, for the most part. I get the feeling that… you don’t have a lot of nice memories to think about~?” Twisting her head slightly and looking deep into those icy eyes with her own pinkish-red irises, the slow droop that the brunette took grew longer and lower as she did so too did the sound of her voice
“That’s a real shame…” Practically speaking in a whisper as the electricity that seemed to be flowing between their hands created heat that seemed to flood her being, every instinct of the girl whispered to her to seize the moment and dive in for a slow, soft kiss with her new friend, and it was getting hard to resist really.

Is he feeling this too? Where this could lead? Some of the blush that shone in her cheeks no longer the result of makeup and rather genuine in fact, the thought of kissing G inevitably drew the magenta eyes of Miss Nakidori to his mouth and she felt a shiver pass through her at the where things might lead after that.
“I feel I should…” The mind of the minx filling with images of the two of them slowly building into a passionate kiss that would make them move on to the apartment of whoever lived closer to the bar, she would let the hand she had stroked the cheek of this mysterious man with move a little deeper into his person by trying to grasp that white hair as she gracefully slipped to the edge of her seat.

“Do something…” Batting her lashes gently as she tilted her head that little bit more, after looking her new friend in his eyes as she spoke and letting him see the intent the lay behind them, Reiko focused on the lips of the lad again and found herself drawn to them like a moth to a flame. The lids of her magenta irises feeling heavier with every lingering moment as she did so, slowly the eyes of the songstress shut and her breathing also became more pronounced as she followed that magnetic spell the idea of kissing this man seemed to have woven upon her.
“About that~?” Leaning closer and closer as her pout became more pronounced and she readied herself to search for contact with the tragic figure who had turned her head this evening, the brunette had no idea if her would be lover would return the gesture but felt bold enough to gamble on it anyway…

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

G Hajimari • 727 Words • notes

Come to… The drumroll that was her pulse bidding her on, Miss Nakidori felt the warmth given off by the face of her new friend and sharply but lightly slipped in to brush his lips with her own enticingly, wanting him to chase her kiss down and break out into one of those slow building numbers filled with passion. But it never happened.
…Mama? Whatever spooked G about their kiss enough that after a moment or two the songstress found herself disappointed, she lingered looking a little like a fool before opening her eyes as an apology was spluttered in her direction.

Too soon? Left in a state of confusion and her lashes snapping as she blinked because of this, Reiko looked toward the man with a mix of disappointment but also concern, since clearly they were clicking up until a second ago.
“H-Hey, wait! A-Are you…” Flustered by a reaction she rarely found, especially once she had discovered that her ‘prey’ was into women and her more specifically, as the hand she was holding was tugged away the surprise that the brunette felt made her stammer as she tried to make sure G was alright, but he seemed to be off like a shot.

“…OK?” The shoulders of the songstress sagging as he sped away from her with the pace needed so that he seemed to be gone before she could even finish her question, while naturally the dark haired temptress felt no small degree of disappointment in the fact that her ‘spell’ hadn’t quite worked, given the time she had spent bonding with the skittish man she was more concerned about how he was doing inside than her. Not having seen a guy react this badly to the prospect of a kiss from her since she misread the signals from a boy in middle school called Shigeru who turned out to be gay, while pulling away might have been enough to say no, the whole freak out and run seemed to imply there was more at play here than she realized.

Too soon? I suppose I did go in rather quickly, maybe he’s not used to more aggressive girls? Looking toward the door for several seconds as she half expected her ‘runner’ to pop back through the door like it was some kind of mistake or prank but then resigning herself to defeat, Miss Nakidori let out a sigh and scooped her drink up as she leaned against the back of her chair, wondering what those sputtered words meant.
Though, everything seemed ‘right’ up to that point? Did he mean something else by that? Tipping her tumbler back and slowly draining its contents as she mulled over the matter, the response she got seemed an overreaction to a simple lack of attraction, which was a factor which the confident girl doubted was the case, leading her to suspect other things.

His manner all night seemed pretty heartbroken as well… A break up maybe? That would explain a lot… Brooding over the matter with a slight crease in her brow as she refilled her glass and swirled what remained of her ice around in the golden fluid, Reiko unconsciously began to hum to herself as she tried to digest the matter mentally, letting out another sigh as she felt herself steadily coming down from that ‘high’ one got when chasing down a new lover.

Usually guys like to grab something ‘new’ to take their mind off things, if that’s the case he’s a different sort, isn’t he? Casting that red gaze back toward the door and wishing she could clap eyes on the fellow in order to study him, after considering the facts and coming to the only likely cause that would stop someone falling for her hotness, the brunette couldn’t help but smirk a little. Sure she was disappointed but tending to have a soft spot for those rarities that seemed a little more sensitive than the average man, and she couldn’t help but giggle lightly at such speculated sweetness, imagining G as one of those golden hearted bad boys from drama’s and novels.
Shit. Why is forbidden fruit always so tempting? It was a fun little idea really, and while it made her slightly more reluctant to hook up with someone who might show a ‘clingy’ side, still intrigued Miss Nakidori all the same…

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

G Hajimari • 1006 Words • notes

Well, I suppose since I’m not getting action like that, I should do a patrol, see what I can find? Waving away the chuckles and teasing from the bar staff at the way she had been given a pretty hard no, Miss Nakidori had finished her drink and slipped into the back feeling all kinds of tension she needed to work out, not to mention a little bit drunk. Changing out of her dress and back into something more comfortable and appropriate for her cause, she had changed into the white tank top and black shorts she had worn to the bar along with her trademark leather jacket.

Is it bad to associate sex and violence so closely? Ah well, works for me… Along with these putting on a set of guards for her forearms and lower limbs that she hid underneath the cover of baggy socks and her coat sleeves, as she ducked into the darkness with a pack on her back, the brunette pulled out a domino mask and tied that around her eyes as well.
Gotta get my rocks off somehow! Suppose if I don’t find anything I can always work the bag at home for an hour or two to calm down… Luckily dark hair like hers a common feature in Japan, it would be easy to play the situation off if she was spotted by bystanders or security cameras as long as her image wasn’t too easy to decipher. Occasionally getting asked in bars and things about incidents that had occurred but most writing off a ‘singer’ as the type who wouldn’t be waging war on gangs and bullies single handed, so far things hadn’t gotten too close to comfort for her and she planned to keep them that way.

“Hahaha! He’s not even fighting back!”

Oh? What’s this? Taking a stroll through the streets with a steely glare and sharpening her senses as best she could with the level of alcohol she had in her system, it didn’t really take long for the girl to catch a little trouble on the wind. The sharp hearing she possessed carrying sounds and voices that few others would notice to her ears and turned the head of the girl, making her curious as to a situation she could already predict.

“I thought he was supposed to be a big man, but he’s scared stiff!”

“Suppose it makes him our punch bag! Let’s show ‘em where playing hero can get ya!”

Where are they? Focus… Lingering in the spot for a moment or two and closing her eyes as she focused on the voices that seemed to be echoing gently down through the gaps between buildings, there was something about the idea of a man being attacked in an alleyway that really riled the girl up, but for the moment she tried to calm herself so she could focus on the direction the noise was coming from.
You can find it, just concentrate… Even going as far as to hold her breath for a few seconds so she could eliminate every distraction she could, Reiko squeezed her fists tightly and kept her lids down as she began to take a slow and gentle step toward the source of the sound before breaking into a sprint as her magenta irises were revealed, filled with fire.

I hope I’m not too late! Unable to shake the image of her own dad being attacked in an alleyway and driven by that vision to hammer the pavement as quickly as she could, the steel capped boots she wore clattered against the ground almost as loudly as the sound of her pulse in her ears, and Miss Nakidori could feel her body being filled with a warmth that was born of neither her exertion or the alcohol she had been chugging earlier.
I never want anyone to feel how I did that night! Never a-fucking-gain! Usually rather collected but when she lost her temper everything changing, apparently Hideo’s daughter felt the same rage her father once had and didn’t do as good a job of keeping hold of it.

“Aaahahahahaha! Harder! Hit him harder!”

“He’s a tough fucker, even though he isn’t fighting back!”

“Yeah, I’ll be pissed off if I break my bat on his thick skull! HAHAHAHA!”

“Get the hell outta my way!” The voices growing louder as she ignored any obstacles in her path by bursting through lines of garbage cans and vaulting over a chain fence, thankfully the mix of alcohol and adrenaline that was in her system meant that the scratches and scrapes she got from these actions went completely unnoticed by the girl.
Hold on buddy, I’m coming for you! Perhaps even if they had been something she detected then it wouldn’t have mattered much to her given the focus she had right now, barrelling hard enough to leave her breathing ragged but knowing that whoever was ‘waiting’ for her would be in worse condition. This knowledge driving her almost as much as the memories, she finally skidded to a halt to find about a half dozen guys swarming one in the middle and seemingly too preoccupied with their fun to really notice the arrival of a light footed brunette. This she could use to her advantage.

“YOU FUCKING BASTAAAAARRRRRDS!” Her breathing a little bit ragged and needing to take in a long draught of air to prepare her attack, once it was ready the woman that was known as ‘Banshee’ let loose a cry that only grew louder and more destructive with each syllable.
“OOOOUUUUUUUOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!” The voice of the vixen no longer that husky, honey-like tone which she had pleased the bar with but rather edgy and explosive, as she bellowed her mouth made the air in front of her ripple and distort and then a wake of pure and destructive sound was unleashed from her lips like a wicked beam to lay out both the figure was holding their victim and another that happened to be in the line of fire.

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

G Hajimari • 1080 Words • notes

“Whoa! WHAT THE FUCK!”

The remaining members spinning around as pure sound sent a couple of their group barrelling backward, the furthest with a force needed to send his body crashing against a wall with the power needed to crack it, with her nasty wail unleashed the volatile vigilante didn’t wait for the rest to regroup before launching into a savage attack against the nearest one to her. Lunching at him with a fist drawn back and catching the look of astonishment which was plain on his face, Reiko levied her arm like a battering ram and was pleased to feel the crunch of teeth or bone when she hit him square in the jaw, the iron she over her knuckles in her biker gloves protecting her paw while only upping her hitting power. And that was when she saw it.

That guy? G?! The figure that they had been victimizing the same one who had caught her attention earlier on, Miss Nakidori froze for a second as she saw the man whom she had very nearly shared a sweet kiss and perhaps more covered in blood and bruises and found herself frozen for just a second by her surprise, wondering if she might get recognised. That was all it took for the group to try and counter her.

“This bitch is crazy but there’s still three of us, get her!”

Suppose there’s no choice now! The voice of one of her enemies rousing the Banshee from her momentary lapse and the blinking beauty looking on as a wooden bat was swung straight at her skull, out of instinct and faith in her durability the woman flung her arm up to protect herself, hearing a crack as the arm guard she was wearing clashed with that smooth timber edge.
That’s gonna leave a bruise! Wincing as she felt her arm throb even through the protection she was wearing and stumbling a little because of the blow, as another couple of thugs approached with quirks ready, Reiko found herself up against a three on one disadvantage. However, she knew she had fought against worse odds before.

“POH! POH-POH! POH!” Breathing in deeply again as she readied her marvellous voice to defend herself on this occasion, with blunt sounding but snappy shouts using that destructive level of sound again this time to slow down the pair of quirk users, as one raised a pair of hands that seemed to have become mallets while the other sizzled with electricity between their palms, Miss Nakidori aimed not for their bodies but rather their legs and the ground that separated them to slow down their approach.
I need to practice more, my movements are a bit slow… Hopping on the tips of her toes as she did so and noting the way that they groaned as their feet and the floor was peppered with force enough to make the surface snap, the young woman found herself a little disappointed that she didn’t create all of the space she had expected with her move but opted to work with what she had got.

I can handle bruises and broken bones, but if he knocks me out with a shock then I’m done for… Sizing up the situation and recognizing that the enemy who wielded the power of lightning or at least a lesser form of it was the one she needed to get rid of the quickest, as both Mr Bat joined his cohorts for a follow up, the dark haired fighter slipped to one side so she should take on the electric thug first of all. Needing to have a little more reach than her arms could provide in order to avoid those shocking palms, Reiko shifted her weight around and swung her leg like a club aimed at the back of the bug zappers knee to throw his balance off, then demonstrated that she was far less delicate than the dress she was wearing earlier might have implied by following up with a head-butt right in his nose.

“One down~” The forehead of the femme feeling some discomfort from the deed she had performed but the girl riding that battle high too much to listen to it, she slammed her fist right in the gut of the would be shocker then shoved him away with her shoulder as his friends sought to take revenge. Unfortunately, they were about to get hit by a bus, or feel like they had at least.

“Unnnnnnnn…” Finding that the tactic of switching between her quirk and physical powers was a good method of making sure she didn’t overtax either skill, as she brought her forearms up in front of her face to try and defend herself against the straight punch that Mr Mallet threw at her and found her body cast back against a wall, the girl was already humming to prepare a counter attack. Slamming against the surface hard enough that it almost broke her concentration and more importantly the note she was building within her throat, the worst thing about the attack she was about to unleash was the fact that it took a few seconds for her to charge up before she could unleash it to its fullest potential, but her enemies would probably find other factors more noticeably troubling once they were hit by it.

“WUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The arms of the Banshee spreading and so too did her lips, with a harmonic howl that could likely wake anyone nearby including the dead, Miss Nakidori let loose a cry that certainly seemed to live up to her moniker. The ground and the walls around her seeming to quiver as a wall of pure sound was ejected from the maw of the magenta eyed mistress, it slammed hard against her attackers and hit with enough power to send them both off their feet. The loudness of this unforgiving attack meaning that when the bat that one of them had been carrying clattered to the floor it sounded like a feather by comparison, one of the reasons that the brunette had attempted to get some distance and a fresh direction to send her attack in was because she didn’t want G caught in the crossfire. Far harder to aim and indiscriminate in the damage it would do, had she used it from the get go she might have beaten her enemies in one hit but also hurt him as well, and even this foolhardy girl wasn’t that reckless.