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The explosion threw dust up into the air with crack like thunder, clouding the area a thick veil. The heat radiated out with it, a the water and particulate trapping it in like a choking sauna. It was mostly focused on propelling away the blonde attacker, but his foe still would've been walloped with a wall of heart and sound on top of the kinetic pressure. Mostly unharmed, for sure, but a little dazed. Enough tinnitus to wreck anyone's evening. Removed from the pain, now, the explosion seemed oddly... Quiet. 

[color=4169e1]"T͠hat̸ ͜s͡o͜uǹds l͟i̧k͜e ͢A-͞LAW̶S͘ ta͢lk."[/color]

Umeko stepped silently out of the cloud, [url=https://youtu.be/i4-txHzY4ew?t=18m10s]eyes[/url] almost audibly locking onto her target. Her hair was a mess, blown back with strands standing up as though an electric shock had run through her whole body. She'd rocked back on her heels, slapped head on with the kinetic energy, but it was like the heat hadn't touched her; unlike Dhṛtarāṣṭra her skin hadn't reddened at all. Steam had begun to condense again to moisture on her skin, wherever dust clung to her, but the vapor still radiated off of her as though something [i]still[/i] kept the air around her from cooling. The Japanese student shook her head, trying to regain [i]some[/i] sense of consistency to her hair, and continued her slow advance towards the athletic blonde.

[color=4169e1]"And [i]this[/i],"[/color] She continued, shrugging off her vest before draping it over a nearby chair. The air crackled where her fingers brushed the metal, picking something up off its surface, but she persevered undeterred. [color=4169e1]"Is a twenty two thousand yen vest that I'll need to have dry cleaned. Strike two."

"And you took a shot at Brennan. Strike three. Kid, he tries to run, grab him."[/color] The kickboxer's weight had transferred to the balls of her feet, each step a smooth transfer of potential energy on silent tread. She leaned forward a little, something in small smirk playing about her lips turning predatory. [color=4169e1]"Call this an armed intervention."[/color]

Her right hand blurred, whipping the pair of scissors in her hand end over end in the blonde's direction with unnatural force. Potential turned actual and she [i]lunged[/i], low and controlled, with supernatural speed toward the assailant seeking to cover as much ground as possible before he could react. He'd been hit on his left shoulder, he was unconsciously favoring that a little. That was where she'd focus her attack. If he swung that leg she could shift and take it on her right shoulder, it'd hurt but she'd had worse. She just needed to get one jab in to put him at a disadvantage.