"Wrong."  He grit his teeth and launched into her as she attacked once again.  It was hardly unpredictable at this point, what with her constant attitude shifting.  A loud clang would ring out whenever the two drills met in the air, blocking her advances as sparks flew from their contact points.  Each of her attacks by hand or foot were quite easily parried, save for one which caught him by surprise as it landed into the square of his jaw; it was keeping up with that damned tail of hers that was the problem.  As she threw a punch, recovering her balance by jabbing the floor, he reached forward and took hold of her small wrist before ducking, turning and rolling her directly over his back.

The drill he'd "stolen" from her stopped humming as he ground the spin to a halt and pressed it heavily down at the base of hers, pinning it to the floor.  He spit to the side, a bit of blood joining it, "Sheesh, for such a small hand, you pack a heavier punch than it looks," He muttered before pressing his knees into her arms and placing a hand over her neck to hold her head in place, his other fist in the air.  He stared for several moments, hand shaking overhead before he released her throat and let his arm fall to his side.  [i]No...[/i]

"I told you, you missed your chance, I'm not dying today.  Not by your hand, at least," he stated in disgust, "The real question is what the fuck do I do with you now..."  He wasn't really asking the question, more musing quietly to himself.  What was he supposed to do if he didn't kill her?  It's not like somebody her age would ever put up a fight against the UDF.  They wouldn't even have a chance to against a whole squad of them, so killing was never an issue there.  Adults?  Easy.  But to kill her?  No, that would be incredulous.  Plus, she mentioned a gang - if she's got a gang, then they're going to come after him.