The ultimate catfight

~VENIN~
*She peers through the rain over to the digital clock across the street* Damn! its 3...he's late *The words coming out a low growl as she hunches her shoulder and tries to get further under the eave of the builidng...not that it really got her out of the rain, it just seemed to block some of the wind....even when the rain did seem to slack up there always managed to be that one drop that would land on the back of her neck and run down inside her leather jacket....she takes one last look at the clock, then with a sigh she turns and walks down the street...her contact obviously wasn't going to show....she shrugs to herself* Not that I blame him...who the hell wants to be here? *she pauses and looks around* Where to next 'vette? *It had been over a month since she had gotten out, but she still wasn't free...she knew, that she was a danger...to everyone....that had been proven when she came back..* Thank gods it was only his arm....What if it had been......*she lets the sentence drop not even wanting to bring up their names....her family....they risked a lot to free her....but she couldn't face them, not as she was*Gods, I could have killed Alan *she mumbles to herself as she continues on, heading to a bar nearby that she once knew well*

~ACE~
*Ace was already in that bar... she was known well there... not for her was avoiding the limelight... wearing her jacket... and despite the fact that the sun was scarcely an issue today, she still had her sunnies on top of her head... anyone who went to the bar often enough, soon heard of Ace... rumours abounded about her... some said she was a bounty hunter... others a government spy... but one thing was known... when Ace asked you to piss off... you pissed off.. many was the new-comer to the bar, often big burly men as well, who had tried to annoy Ace, each time, she just slipped off her jacket... and soon they were lying on the ground... she didn't often drink mind you... but there was something that the bartenders liked about not needing to worry about bouncers when Ace could lay them low just as easily as the bouncers could... not through pure muscle of course... sure, she was reasonably well built... but it was skill more than anything else...*

*Without looking up she just pushes the door open...at this point she didn't even really care if it was still a bar, she just wanted shelter...Still not bothering to look at her surroundings she shakes her head, the water easily thrown from her short, almost militaristic haircut....she runs one hand through her hair combing it back...only now does she actually look around her....the bar had changed, not quite the dive she once knew it as, but at least it was still low scale...she takes off the leather jacket, revealing beneath a T-Shirt covering hardened muscles..She shakes the jacket out, shedding most of the water, but the rain had penetrated even through its treated surface....every square inch of her was soaked through....she nods at the bartender as she approaches the bar* Labbat Ice *She exchanges some soggy bills for the bottles then begins glancing around at the patrons...the bottle pausing midway to her lips as she recognizes a figure at the other end of the bar..she quickly recovers and continues to drink the beer as if she saw nothing.....perhaps she won't be recognized...after all, much had changed about her*

*oh Ace hadn't survived the Dalek Wars without an ability to recognise people even after they've changed... her eyes rested on her for a moment... then she leaned forward... whispering something to the bartender... she appeared to nod... whispered something else... and passed some money in his direction.. and he nodded briefly.... before heading back towards Venin and handing back the bills* The ladies compliments... *he didn't even think to mention /which/ lady... though the encouraging nods from Ace to the bartender gave that way at any rate... Ace had slipped the glasses back over her eyes.. hiding her wierd, cat-like eyes from view*

*She takes along sip from the bottle then reaches into a pocket, pulling out a damp crumpled packet of smokes..she raise one to her lips then pulls out a zippo and lights it...She watches the bartender approach and lay the money back on the table, her gaze then turning to Ace and back to the bartender..she pushes the money back* Forget it! *She slugs back the rest of her beer and pulls out a few more bills* In fact get me another

*the bartender looked worried for a moment... even more worried when Ace's gentle, smiling voice spoke* Am I to understand you refuse my hospitality? *the bartender gave a nervous look* Miss Ace... the young lady doesn't know who you are... I'm sure she meant nothing by it... *Ace gave a gentle smile* Is that so? Do you not know who I am? *she got up off her stool, and laid her jacket on it* Do you really not know who I am? Or do you know, and that is why you refuse? Don't worry bartender. Your bar won't be trashed...

*She takes a slow drag off her smoke then looks from the bartender to Ace..her voice calm, almost bored* I know who you are ...and I dont' care..*she looks back at the bartender* Do I get my beer? *The bartender hesitates, then slides one across the bar to her, looking hesitantly at the money on the bar before him.*

*the whole bar, or at least all who were listening, winced, turned their heads away... the bartender was worried about the money.... neither girl would willingly accept the money taken back... generally he'd have no qualms about pocketing both... but he didn't know what Ace was capable of... but Ace ignored him for now, focused in on Venin* Of course you don't care. After all.... you're even more of a freak than I am... *her human green eyes... now flashing.. they'd turned into the cat-like eyes that usually meant Ace was losing.. or perhaps had lost.. her temper... but she still seemed so calm* You of course don't believe in giving others a chance do you? *then she asked quietly* You know who I am do you? Then tell me.. enlighten me. Who am I?

*She takes a long sip of beer then slowly turns towards you* Back off Ace....*her voice taking on just a hint of steel, a threat maybe?....she takes a drag off her smoke and turns back to the beer* Believe me, you don't want to be around me right now

*she gave her a long look* Don't I Yvette? Or Venin? Or whatever the damn well you call yourself now. *she approached her, the eyes blazing in fury.. well not literally... still obviously... well fairly normal...* I've dealt with things that would leave you for dead... from memory, I saved your butt from being fried last time we met... you didn't give me much thanks then, and you're giving me even less now. You had the chance. You could have just taken my drink. You could have drunk it. You could have left... no-one would be the hell the wiser about you. But no. You made the mistake. There's only one place on Earth that I have more respect than this here bar. And that's Paris... if Ace wants to keep her own counsel about why she bought some stranger none of them had seen before a drink... she can. They're not gonna try to beat it out of me. But you got scared... you decided either through fear or pride that you couldn't accept a drink... maybe you thought there were strings attached. Well guess what? There were no strings...

*she takes the last pull from the smoke before crushing it out* sometimes being left for dead is better *A dry mithless chuckle erupts from her lips* Perhaps I do owe you then..If I had been captured back then, much would be different *She looks over at you, her struggle with madness barely visible to those who know where to look* I have learnt that nothing is without strings *she nods towrds the door* As soon as the rain dies down I will leave you with *She looks around, a tinge of sarcastic amusement in her tone* your respect

You're a wee bit young to be so cynical aren't you? *and for someone barely 22, the words sounded strange* There were no strings attached honey. None at all... *she gave a smirk* Poor little girlie, all afwaid to get a bit wet on the way home are you? *walking back to her stool, more to hide her very un-human eyes now than for the jacket she put on* You know, I thought you were strange then... now I just think you're a cold-hearted witch. I feel sorry for you. Too afraid to go out in the rain. Too cynical to believe someone would buy a drink just because. And too cold to have any friends. Oh yes.. I do feel sorry for you. *bitterly* You and the Professor would get along juuuust great...

Young? *she shakes her head, almost sadly* I wish *she finishes of the beer, slamming the bottle heavily on the counter...she bites her lip, the mettalic taste of blood flooding her mouth as she fights the anger she feels rising to the surface, the anger she fights too often these days....too cold hearted?..things would be a lot easier if she were..then she wouldn't be worried about hurting friends, betraying them...she wouldn't have any to worry about... she turns to look at you, her voice a deadly calm, a warning to most* At least I'm not a nosy wench trying to stick her nose where it doesn't belong

That's it girl. You're going down... *she couldn't care less about being called nosy... heck, that was part of her job description... but being called a wench.. that was not on... and the glasses were placed on the stool* Look after em Jack... *and her hands came to lift her up* Usually I'd just toss you outside... but even I don't feel like going into the rain just yet...

*she merely sighs as she watches you carefully put your glasses down* Fine, you want to fight? *She reaches to her back and pulls out a berretta which she lays on the countertop, then in one almost fluid movement she slides off the stool, evading your grasp* too slow there kiddo *She reaches down to her boot, pulling out an 8"dagger which she lays beside the berretta, she then swiftly drops a derringer and a colt on the counter beside them..she looks over at you a grin on her face* gotta at least make it a little tougher for me* she pulls a six inch blade from her pocket and gently places that on the counter as well, then makes an elaborate mock bow at you* I shall even let you go first

Impressive weapons... don't suppose you actually know how to use them do you? *it wasn't really a question... tossing her jacket over to the barkeep* They have all my weapons... well except these.. *flicking a couple of knives out of her boots* Thank you... *she spun and launched a high kick towards her face*

You sure you don't wish to use them? After all, you dont' want things too easy for me do you? *Her hand comes up grabbing for your leg, while she spins from you, trying to take your leg with her....bending it backwards* Ya gotta try better than that

*she lets herself fall, going down on top of Venin... her elbow striking for her nose* Oh I'm sure... might accidentally kill you.. *then she smirks* Isn't this cosy...

*A snap can be heard as the elbow connects and a brief flare of pain runs through her head...* Only if I let you *Yvette does a scissor kick spin, trying to knock you off of her while one fist goes flying for the side of your head*

*she quickly jumped to her feet again and sommersaulted backwards* What makes you think you could stop me...

*She almost casually leans on the bar, her green eyes probing you...studying...waiting for you next move..* Is that the best you can do? *she chuckles* If you continue to nose around, without more skill you will find yourself at an extreme disadvantage *She sighs* Do yourself a favour kid....and stay well away from 'us'.. *She makes no move, and continues to watch...she is trying to give you the advantages here..and to keep herself calm...if she looses her temper there is no telling what she will do...she can no longer predict herself*

*then she shrugged* I've coped with worse... *and she grabbed one of the knives and whistled it with unnerring accuracy... aiming just above her left shoulder...* I guess something in me is holding back because you're not actually my enemy. Yet... *and she charged... driving a kick this time towards her gut*

*An almost sarcastic smile crosse her lips as she watches the blade sail by, not even flinching as it just barely misses her* I should be *both hands reach forward grabbing for your foot, hoping to grab it and flip you backwards with it* I should be everyones

*she may be commited, to the kick, but she was going fast, and she couldn't really flip her off at that speed... and then Ace's hand flashed towards her cheek, her nails much longer than they had been at the start of the fight... oh she was relishing the fight here... she loved the fights... didn't love the kill so much... though more so in her current state... but she loved the fight*

*Venin staggers a bit under the impact of the kick, the air leaving her lungs in a loud woosh*Damn! * Your nails rake down the side of her face, leaving tracks in their wake..she steps back, one hand lightly touching her cheek* NIce nails *She extends her venom coated claws* I gotta set too *She retracts the claws and swings a right hook, her left swinging for your gut*

*her eyes were very much like those of a cat now... and she leapt through the air, much like a cat would... leaping for her throat, hissing, scratching* *the bartender looks worried* Now you've done it... everybody out!

*She glances briefly at the bartender a grin of amusement on her face* Done it have I? *She watches Aces leap closely then, raises her hand and releases a very controlled burst of energy aimed at her midsection..this was starting to be fun....*

*she is knocked back, and stands up hissing* I thought this was meant to be a /fair/ fight... *races towards her, hissing in fury* *bartender* Ladies, ladies... can't we sort this out...

*she chuckles* you're the one that pulled the claws out *She stands her ground as you race in, at the last moment she drops and does a sweeping spin trying to knock your feet out*

Claws are one thing... energy blasts are another... *she wasn't really thinking now... when she got this far, she was both at an advantage... and a disadvantage... she didn't think to use her varied skills as often... so she was knocked down... but she still lunged for her legs with her claws*

*She dances back from your outstretching claws a chuckle rising from her throat* I could use mine...but I don't think you would like the results

*she charges forward, her claws ripping towards her throat*

*She ducks and twists, letting your claws tear at her forehead, blood drips down, patially blinding her before the wound reseals itself.....using your foreward momentum against you she shoots a fist forward, putting her shoulder behind it aiming to break a few ribs*

*she let herself fall... though it hurt, she avoided breaking any ribs... and she rolled forward... rolling into her legs... once again, the bartender stepped forward* Please ladies.. can't we settle this like human beings...

*she glares at the bartender, then pushes him out of her way as she steps towards Ace..one foot kicking towards your side* We are settling it like humans

*grimacing as she didn't see the foot, but her momentum did still carry her rolling into her legs*

*she is taken by surprise as you continue to roll into her, taking out her legs...she falls heavily to the ground then placing her hands behind her head, manages to flip herself back onto her feet* Ready to give up yet?

not really... you? *bringing her knee up into her stomach as she flips herself to her feet*

Nope *She moves in, the right fist feinting for an upper cut her left swinging for your ribs, while one leg swings around trying to trip you up again*

*she goes for the right fist, holding it... and trying to hold her.. realising she wasn't as strong.... she tried to overbalance her as Venin's greater strength came to bear.... obviously taking the blow in the ribs, but wasn't tripped.. not this time*

*she lets herself be overbalanced, her left hand grasping onto your shirt as she goes over, pulling you with her.one knee coming up between them, trying to push you up and away...effectively throwing you with the momentum*

*though she was thrown, not a lot she could do to stop that, she landed on her feet, a cat always landed on it's feet... and she stood staring at her* We could go on all day... *and she moved swiftly in, moving to grasp her arms*

*she quickly rolls onto her feet then stands there watching you...she shrugs* you started it *she allows you to close in and grasp her arms, before buckling her knees and arching herself backwards, trying to throw you*

*she went flying and went cracking against the wall, she slid to the ground before slowly getting up, shaking her head* Actually you started it... *nobody called her a wench and got away with it*

*she sighs* no...if I remember correctly you were the one that threw the first punch..if you had just let me finish my beer in peace, I would have left when the rains died *She braces herself, waiting for you to make your next move*

You thought yourself too bloody good to accept someone buying you a drink without friggin ulterior motives! *she shook her head, her eyes were returning to normal... and her claws were now just nails... and she approached cautiously... looking for the opening... snapping an open hand towards her throat... searching for the pressure points*

*she shakes her head* I've learnt caution, I've had to *She once more simply stands there, letting you move in, she watches you closely her eyes taking in every muscle twinge....one thing she had learnt form Scratch was how to observe and learn your opponent....she twists slightly as you reach for her throat, your hand grasping more the side of her throat than the actual jugular..her calm almost haunted green eyes continue to watch you, a smile playing over her lips* what shall you do next?

This... *her hand started to squeeze the side of her throat... more to distract her... then with her other hand, she struck a solid blow towards her temple*

*She had expected the squeeze on the throat and was prepared as you begin to sqeeze, her knee comes up aimed for your stomach...she misses the blow to the temple and starts to slump into unconciousness..her mind fighting its way out, her body momentarily unresponsive to her commands*

*she stepped back... tossing some notes towards Venin* For hospital care if necessary... *she swung on her jacket.. she turned to go.. then flung Venin a card..... it wasn't her address, she wouldn't do that... just a place she hung out a lot... should Venin wish to talk under more... pleasurable circumstances.. Ace was open... she didn't bear grudges... and she stepped out into the rain*

*She quickly recovers, her body automatically repairing itself, she strightens up and looks down at the money disdainfully* as if *she shakes her head and chuckles, wincing slightly as a headache starts to throb* You really think any of us could ever check into a hospital if we needed it *She ignores the card as much as the money and turns to watch you leave before turning to the bar and reloading herself with her weaponry, she then grabs her jacket and heads out the door, turning the opposite direction from you*