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Ooooh, she's [i]Russian.[/i]

Brooke immediately could tell from the accent. Though, she kind of looked and sounded like some shitty James Bond villain shoehorned in for the sex-factor. Oh well, if she thought she'll distract [i]Brooke[/i] of all people... then, that'd be her [i]first[/i] mistake of many!

When she shook Velvet's hand, the latter had a little taunt! 

I will enjoy breakink’ you, девушка.”

And Brooke had to raise an eyebrow because the last word was a mystery to her (It could have meant friendly, or could be calling her a cunt in Russian, who knew). But, it was some good ol' fashioned trash talking! Brooke merely smiled as she fired back, slapping a hand on her chest loudly.

"Good thing I don't break," Brooklyn started off, shrugging. "You on the other hand? Maybe after I slam you into the ground a few times, we'll see." She grinned.

When the fighting began, Brooke dropped into stance. A wide stance in which she had her left leg up, and her right leg back. Wide as it was long. She had both hands up to face level, her hands opened, ready to grapple. She kept her eyes on the busty vixen... Then it got freaky.

[i]Really[/i] freaky.

The woman started... [i]groping[/i] herself. Brooke raised an eyebrow, as she winced a little bit.

"Lady!" Brooke pleaded, "It ain't that kind of fight!"

However, the woman rushed forward towards Brooke, and she tightened her stance a bit. Brooke fully intended on tanking whatever this woman had thrown at her... but, she didn't expect her to slap her titties together. It created a shockwave that Brooke was barely prepared to take the ranged attack as she was blown back a little bit. Okay, who the hell arranged this tournament? Who let these people join?!

The woman followed it up with a strike from her hip... However, she took Brooke for some jobber if she thought this [i]basic[/i] shit was going to work. She put her hands out, and put her hands on both sides of Velvet's hip (Which looked [i]really[/i] inappropriate from an outsider perspective). She stopped her attack with her sheer strength, but it sure as hell hurt her hands. Lady must have extra muscles in her ass, because her fingers felt like they were on fire. That was the power of the Vanburen-style! Promising a defense against all harm! Even these weird sexual attacks!

Stopping the woman's attack was easy, but what she didn't realize was that she was now playing by Brooke's terms. Which meant she was the winner! She did the first thing that came to mind: she threw a punch at Velvet's face. She hated to bruise such a pretty face, but this girl needed some sense knocked into her!

Nobody can be [i]this[/i] freaky.


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The man dodged her questions... which was a huge red flag for Seven-Seven. As much as she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt... why was the suit designed to be so frightening in appearance? Maybe for intimidation purposes, but there was still that underlying question of why he would be anywhere near here. Seven-Seven decided against questioning, as the fights were about to begin!

Seven-Seven separated from Justin (Who was going to fight Jeremy - she'd love to hear how that went), as she chose to focus on the task ahead. That was what her systems told her to do. Stepping down the stairs into the massive stage in which the battle was going to take place. On the other side was a small Asian woman who wore a rather frightening uniform. She looked like a soldier of some kind. Much smaller than Seven-Seven, however.

And how did Seven-Seven react to her?

With a dopey smile, as her eyes glew an electronic blue color.

The woman muttered something underneath her breath, and thanks to Seven-Seven's superior hearing, she managed to hear it. She laughed a little, which may have thrown Chung off, but her intentions were more innocent.

"That is correct." Seven-Seven said, rather casually. "One-hundred percent machine."

She put her fingers to her mouth, as she cheerfully said, "The fight is going to begin soon, may the best woman win." She threw up double peace signs as Andre signalled everyone to go, and this woman threw a kick followed by a wave of ki. So, she had some form of ki manipulation. Simple, but Seven-Seven was going to do what she did best.

Whittle down defenses, of course!

Her right arm transformed into a strange glowing laser-gun, with several layers opening up. Seven-Seven rolled onto her knee, as the cannon created a large orb of pure energy. Right as the ki wave got close, the orb reached full size, and slowly traveled forward. The orb and the ki clashed with each other, and cancelled each other out.

Oh! That went splendidly! Perhaps it was time to test her speed! 

After all, she still had her plasma cannon ready. She aimed it towards Chung, and fired a small orb of plasma, followed by two more. They each were aimed in her general direction, than directly at her in an attempt to lead a shot.