[color=c4df9b][b]Yamada, Hisui
District 7[/b][/color][hr]

[color=c4df9b]"Shut up, cherry boy."[/color] She said it completely straightfaced, with no noticeable inflections or rise, a matter-of-factly monotone in her sentence. [color=c4df9b]"Go home and drink milk."[/color]

The noise from her gloves was very obvious now; short staccato explosions came from small chambers within, moving her hand quickly as the explosion forced itself through small openings placed strategically around it. Like a jet engine, it moved her hands far faster than she could by herself, though it was obvious she couldn't fully control the trajectory considering the chambers and exit valves were fixed, her hands just barely missing the shard of glass as it embedded itself in her shoulder. 

It was personal now.

Almost as soon as the pomp'd out man moved towards the cherry boy, she generated explosions within the red boots she wore, propelling her far faster than any average jump as she rotated on her axis in a spinning kick from the side. Hopefully the boy had enough intelligence in him to attack from the other side in a pincer maneuver.