Off-Guard (Koshka)

[amaya]

Amaya hovered her hand before her mouth as she yawned quietly. Then she outstretched her arms up in the air, leaning back in a stretch. This only resulted in yet another yawn. "Damn, maybe I should have stayed home and slept instead.. I didn't sleep too well during the day anyway..." She mumbled to herself as she walked lazily through the dark streets of Liba.

Amaya walked calmly through the dark as people laughed loud and obnoxiously by her, motorcycle engines infiltrating her sensitive ears, the stench of gas and hot rubber violating her sense of smell. It made the vampire start to cough.

Diving into an alleyway, she walked. The air got cooler, and the area got darker. This was fine with her. Thanks to being a vampire she could see just fine. Maybe she should go home. Play with Akira for a bit, play some music and sing with him. Maybe Tsumi would be there. She gave off an annoyed expression and shook her head. Don't be stupid. He's much more busy than you are. That night will never happen again. She looked down at her wrist, where she had allowed Tsumi to bite her. The injury on his back wallowed around in her memory as clear as a bell. She was surprised that since he was also a Noble, that he hadn't healed. Whatever hit him must have been strong. Or maybe it was a fresh wound? Fresh or not, it shouldn't have taken that long to heal.

Amaya stopped in the alleyway, so close to the exit. She blinked as she kept her eyes on her wrist, her mind wondering, what would Tsumi do if she ever got hurt? she wouldn't let him. She'd act as if she wasn't home until she healed. Yet what if he managed to smell her scent inside the house and came in anyway? what would he do? She paused again.

This is ridiculous, who cares about Tsumi? You met him once and it's done with now. You have better things to do than think about him. Sticking her nose in the air, eyes closed with a slight 'hmph' noise, she walked again. Her guard was completely down, thinking she was alone, having complete faith in her senses.

[hotpocket]

Thanks to Koshka being able to capture that last pureblooded vampire his abilities were being recognized more again. He was sent out on another mission this time under command of Dr. Latimer. The doctor had faith that he'd be able to capture this new target since she was just a noble vampire... so technically she should be weaker than the pureblood. He really, really, did not want to fail this time. He started getting his reputation back and if he failed Latimer... he'd probably be forced to try one of that doctor's new drugs or something. Not that he had a problem with it since he was just obeying a superior... but that doctor was just... weird.

All Koshka was given to work on was a picture of her and that she hangs around the district with all of the nightlife. Thankfully it wasn't too busy this night. He was wearing a much-to-large-for-him black hoodie. It was big enough to hide his freakishly large paws in so that he wouldn't attract attention. He had been walking around for a good two hours now searching for her. He almost got caught a couple of times from people asking him for things such as cigarettes and other less-legal things, but he just ignored them all.

It had been a while now since he started searching... he searched last night too but couldn't find her. He was about to leave for the SRA so that he could head back out tomorrow when he spotted a girl with similar hair in the picture that he was given walking into an alley. He climbed a staircase next to one of the buildings to get as close to the roof as possible and then jumped up to the ledge of the roof and pulled himself up. Now he had the height advantage.

He moved along the roof of the buildings until he was nearly directly above the target. She seemed distracted... an easy target. He looked around to make sure nobody else was around - and to his fortune - there was nobody. He lowered himself down so that he was hanging off of the ledge with his back to the wall and stared at his target. Then, he pushed himself off of the wall with his feet and was falling claws-first toward the girl. He was going for the back of her legs just like he did with the pureblood.

[amaya]

Amaya had felt no presence at all. Not when she was walking through the streets, not when she was going through the alleyway. Nothing caught her eyes, nothing caught her attention, not her hearing, not her smell. This didn't concern her. As far as she knew she was alone and planned keeping it that way. Why would people follow her? She wasn't a singer, she wasn't a model, she wasn't anything but a tutor. Why would anyone have something to do with a normal Noble vampire like herself? not like she was one of those arrogant, all-powerful pure-bloods who were apparently much better rank. honestly, why couldn't things be even? Why was someone or some group of people always seen as more or less than another?

A sigh escaped her lips and soon turned to mist. Now she felt a bit eerie. Almost like being followed. Blinking, Amaya turned around to look behind her, and then around. Nothing. She narrowed her eyes. The wind then, perhaps? Odd. Never gave her an ominous feeling before. So why now?

Whatever it was, she had more important things to be concerned about than just the wind and some gut feeling.

Yawning again, she shook her head. Feeling her blonde hair swish from side to side of her head, gently hitting her, she rubbed the back of her neck. Now the feeling was getting stronger. She looked back again. Still nothing. She sighed once more. "Pull yourself together Amaya... This is ridiculous. Nothing is there and never will be." Unless, someone feels like playing a trick on me and disappear whenever I turn around.

Then finally it was what Amaya was waiting for. An actual presence could be felt behind her. Jumping in the air, she winced ever so slightly as the attacker's nail scraped her, but healed over quickly. She didn't say anything but glared death in his direction, waiting.

[hotpocket]

Koshka's nail has just barely grazed her leg... not good enough. If she were a human then maybe it would have at least caused pain that lasted for more than 5 seconds but a noble vampire would have that wound all healed up already. He used his other paw to land on the ground and to turn himself around so he was facing her. He stood up perfectly straight and said "Koshka 22 informs you that if you do not come with him then you will be hurt until you do.". His voice was as empty as always. Somebody who didn't know him better might think he was depressed or thought that he had nothing to live for... but he just really didn't care. He was following orders which he liked to do. He didn't care about how he gets it done, just the "Good job" at the end of the day by his superiors. He exists only to please his masters((SOUNDS KINKIER THAN MEANT)).

He lunged towards the girl again in another attempt to slash open her legs. He probably should have told her to come without resisting after making sure she can't get away, but he always told his targets to come with him peacefully before attacking their legs. Even if the targets said they would - he'd still do it. Both of his arms raised to his sides so that when he got closer he would go for each of her legs in an attempt to tear deep gashes into them. That was usually enough to keep somebody from running away... and if they can't even run away they usually can't put up a good fight either.

[amaya]

((lmao, nice. xDD))

Amaya stared. This was no ordinary person. Anyone could tell that. His scent was so, odd. She had never had this smell before. Was he demon? No it was something more than that. He reeked of blood, chemicals, and many things she couldn't find an adjective for. Her glare grew more intense as he looked back at her. She listened to him as he spoke. she wiggled a finger. "I dare you to try." She challenged him as she got in a ready position. Fighting, this was some new excitement. She had plenty of steam to blow off anyway. Stress from Tsumi really piled up, that and the fact she was still waiting for the day that the council came to reprimand her for the fire.

Amaya watched as he one named Koshka came after her. He was doing the same thing as before. He was trying to go for her legs. She guessed, since it was what he hit last time and what he was aiming for this time. She simply jumped out of his way, and enclosed their gap swiftly, swinging her arm out for any kind of attack. Lucky for her she also had some pretty sharp nails. Not like his, but generally. Her face was stern and emotionless, graceful as she moved.

[hotpocket]

The girl was able to dodge his claws which surprised him. It was almost as if she predicted that he would go for her legs... did she? She was already smarter than that pureblood from last time when it came to fighting. He never even see her hand which went and scratched his neck - causing him to bleed a little. He jumped back immediately to get some distance between them... he underestimated her. That was a problem of his - underestimating his opponents.

He began thinking of what to do... he couldn't go for the legs, she was quick enough to dodge any obvious attacks. He also can't kill her either... He'd have to be unpredictable and think on the spot. Any strategy that involved aiming for a specific part of her most likely wouldn't work out too well. He started running to her right side then swiftly jumped to the left then extended his right hand to her left arm in an attempt to tear her arm up enough to the point where she can't use it. His neck still stung a little from being scratched - blood was dripping from it a little.

[amaya]

Amaya's gray-blue eyes stared at him, watching his swift movements. Boy was smarter than he looked. At least he seemingly knew had to fight a vampire. As if he had done it many times before. Maybe he has. "Let me ask you a few things first." She spoke out to him. "Let's say I was 'scared', and followed you. Where would we be going?" Rang out her first question. "Secondly. You act as if you know how to fight like I'm something, supernatural. Why is that?" She asked, in case he had actually no idea what she was.

Amaya didn't have a doubt in her mind that he did know.

Her eyes remained on him. He seemed to be in thought, no doubt about a strategy. It did surprise Amaya that he found out his flaw so soon and attempted to fix that. If they weren't in a real fight, she would have praised him. Otherwise, if he was one of those people, it'd just raise his ego.

Then he came running, it appeared he was going to go for her right side. Brief thoughts of his true plan made their way into her head, but she had no time to assume. He was there, and having really but no other idea of what to do, she stupidly fell for it and protected her right side, which in result got her left arm tore up pretty bad. She let it fall uselessly to her side as blood dripped it's way down her arm and soaking into the Earth, but swiftly in reflect, she swung her leg in his direction, hoping it would make contact with his rib-cage at least, if not hitting his stomach pretty hard, but she didn't know his fighting capabilities, she could have missed altogether for all she knew.

[hotpocket]

"Secondly. You act as if you know how to fight like I'm something, supernatural. Why is that?"

"Koshka 22 knows what you are." Koshka said with a bored tone. Sure, the girl had managed to dodge his attack and even scratch him but it didn't mean she was good - just that he had underestimated her. His attack managed to tear up her right arm causing her blood to spill onto the ground... good. Well, it was good until her counter-attack. He saw her leg coming straight towards his chest and he immediately went to dodge which would be hard. He didn't have the proper footing to jump back to completely dodge her attack. He also couldn't duck fast enough or she'd hit his head instead. He could try moving to one of the sides... but then he'd still get hurt more than he wanted to. He jumped up with his left leg raised and manage to block the kick using his knee, but it still hurt quite a bit. It would definitely leave an ugly bruise. One of the downsides of being a test-subject was that his skin got weaker and can be easily bruised. Thankfully though the same isn't true for his bones.

Within that same second that he jumped and blocked her kick his his right leg, he swung his body around mid-air to swing his left leg straight at the arm where he had torn it up. He wanted to cause her to get weak or pass out from the pain of repeatedly assaulting the same wound instead of having to cause even more.

[amaya]

Amaya's expression didn't change as he spoke. She smirked with a slightly scoff. "Figures. So if you know what I am, then why bother attacking? What do you need me for, and who told you about me? I want answers." Amaya hated not knowing things. It drove her insane. When she didn't know things she felt like beating some results out of people just to know, but he was smarter than that, and stronger. He wasn't human either, but what exactly was he? She couldn't place it, it was nothing she had experienced before.

This pissed Amaya off to some major extremes. Yet she let it slide off. This was no time to lose her cool. She had to focus, then get answers.

Koshka managed to block her kick. Well at least it may have caused his knee some pain. His knee did cause pain to her leg after all. She growled a bit. She grunted a bit as suddenly she saw his leg coming at her. Seeing the target, she moved out of his pathway and moved her right arm in a line towards the attacker to punch him, and hard. Her right arm was her dominate hand, stronger and much more accurate than the left, but a skilled fighter could doge it easily. Let's see how good he really was. She soon then jumped back in order to repeat his actions, make some distance.

[hotpocket]

Koshka ignored what she demanded of him. A slight smirk was all the answer that she'd get. When she dodged his kick a "s***..." look could be seen on his face. He was wide open to be attacked and she would probably take advantage of that situation - which she said. The next thing that he knew there was a very powerful punch hitting him in the stomach which caused him to fall backwards onto the ground since he was still mid-air. Luckily she had backed up to gain some distance. Had she kept on attacking then he might have been injured badly enough to lose in that moment of defenselessness when he hit the ground.

He stood up with his paw on his stomach - it hurt badly. He took the hoodie off which exposed his strange arms and freakishly huge cat-like paws. He held up a single claw from his right paw to his mouth then licked the back of it and dashed at her. From where she was it would look like he was going to go straight for her. In order for his plan to work he'd have to do something obvious first. As soon as he was about three feet away from her he dashed to the left to attack her right arm. He expected this attack to fail so instead of putting all of his concentration into attacking he was prepared to block any counter attack.