Shark on the Town

[Neko]

::She looked over the work Fores was doing. It wasn't the best, but the home had obviously not been in great shape even before he came crashing thru it. She supposed this was the best she was like to get out of this. After the sharkman finishes his repairs, she motions for him to go outside.::

[Fores]

"Okay, okay." He mumbles, stomping his way back outside. "What do you want now? You're like a reverse crazy cat lady..."

[Neko]

::She laughs to herself, showing none of it outwardly. Instead she simply points in the direction of the damaged flower patch she had come across earlier...::

[Fores]

"Oh, come on!? It'll take ages to to plant all of those!" He stared back, "Oh i'll plant those flowers, IF YOU CAN CATCH ME!" Fores bolted off in the opposite direction, preparing for another run, hoping to leave Neko behind him.

[Neko]

::Scowl.

She had been expecting this at some point, tho she was surprised it had taken this long. Instead of giving chase, she bends down and picks up a smooth flat rock from the dirt street she stood on. Hefting it once to test its weight, she pulls her hand back and whips the stone like a thowing start at the fleeing figure's knee. Her hope was to make him stumble and possibly fall.::

[Fores]

He made a break for it, good thing too, between the crazy belt man and the crazy cat lady, this wasn't turning out to be the best day. He was about to jump for the platform... until the of his knee gave out and he tumbled to a halt. Rolling across a street has never been good for the skin, but this took it to a whole 'nother level. He was bruised, slightly scraped, and he STILL had a migraine.

"A Stone? SERIOUSLY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" He paused momentarilly, then analysed, the rest of her equipment. She wasn't garbed like a normal townsperson, she was armed, and well. "I see... why don't you give a nice speech first, explaining who you are like the rest of the people who want to hurt me? It's just manners, really." He said, he reached into his pack, pulling out an Ingot, he tossed it around in his hands. Following it with his eyes, which began showing flashes of something... harsher.

"You know why they call me the Iron Jester?" He said, it felt like he was rising out of his body, his nostrils flared, and the scent of blood called to him. "BECAUSE I HAVE A REALLY BIG HUNK OF IRON, HAVE A CLOSER LOOK!" He tossed the ingot at Neko, giving it considerable distance, unnatural distance. He wasn't moving around anymore, there was no sign of the manic figure that once stood in his place. But there was something even more frenzied in its place, ready to fight... to hunt.

[Neko]

::She sidesteps the hastily thrown hunk of metal easily. Her agility clearly outmatching the sharkman's ranged capabilities as it hits hard upon the dusty street. Passersby quickly remember pressing engagements elsewhere as they watch the exchange happen and head off quickly to get away. Neko sees a few curtained windows move as those within watch to see what's going to come of this...

She simply points once more towards the flowerbed as she mentally prepares herself for the attack thats likely to come...::

[Fores]

He shuts his eyes, focusing completely on the metal, sculpting it withhis hands. The Ingot changes shape, into a small cannonball. He gestures for it to start floating, and it begins to rise with his hands. He shifts his stance, and thrusts his hand to the right, aiming for her hip.

[Neko]

::She almost didn't see the ball of iron coming until it was almost on her. Lucky for her the sharkman's skill at wielding the weapon was not as good as his skill at shaping it. She had just enough time to do a forward roll to dodge the blow, leaving the mass of iron to impact with a crate left at the side of the street.

Using her forward momentum, she lets the roll take her to her feet once more. Now closer to the seething figure, she can almost smell the stench of his last meal on his breath. She wants so badly to lash out at the clearly insane sharkman, but stays her hand. Violence was not the answer here. He was chaos incarnate, and she would not sink to his level.

Instead she squares her shoulders, stomps her foot, and once again points off towards the flowerbed. One ear cocked for the sound of the ball returning.::

[Fores]

He shifts stance again, his focus increasing, he cups one hand, and balls the other into a fist. the Metal reshapes accordingly, into a long pole with a hammer at the end of it. It hovered neatly in the air for a split second. Until his stance quickly changed, gesturing towards his stomach. The pole flew towards him and the catwoman. "Move" he whispered, "You're in my way."

[Neko]

::She ducks and rolls once more. Feeling the wind aross her back as the hammer sails over her head towards its master.

She comes to her feet even dustier than before, and confused as to why he had warned her, when he could just as easliy have let the weapon strike her. Was this another part of his insanity? Just how many people were in his head fighting for control?

::

[Fores]

The hammer split in two around his head, forming two neat sticks. He grabbed a stick in each hand, and using his magic, flattened each into impromptu blades. "They are not very sharp, one cannot replicate skilled smithery with spur of the moment magic." He tosses her one of the blades, and puts himself in a battle-ready position. "I am Feros, First of Five, the Himaka Karkauea, Monk of the Blade. We fight on equal ground, no Magic."

[Neko]

::She snatches the blade from the air, as it was tossed to her. She could tell the truth of his words about its make as she swung it down to her side. It was crude, but no doubt servicable in a clutch.

She did not wish for this to turn to violence, especially since he had finally shown some honor. Rolling thoughts around in her head, she tried to think of a way to turn this around.

One last time, she points towards the flowerbed. The look in her eyes almost pleading the sharkman to turn his momentary show of honor towards atoning for his actions.::

[Fores]

"As if i'd fall for that distraction, i have been summoned to fight, so i fight." He says, he lunges for Neko with his blade. His strike aimed, without the haphazard nature common to Fores. Feros aimed away from the vitals, not wanting to kill her.

[Neko]

::She was barely able to get the block up in time, and had to spin to the side to avoid being cut. Had the blade been sharper, there would have been stitching she'd have to do later. Slipping into a defensive stance, she readies herself for the next attack.

How could she have let things come to this? What would her Uncle say? Would he kick her out for causing a fight?

She didn't even want to think about it. Instead she focused on the creature before her. She vowed to only do enough to defend herself unless her life was threatened. She stomped her foot once more, and pointed with her free hand towards the sharkman, then the flowerbed::