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[color=C94153] [b]aмeѕ[/b] &[/color] Mags[/h1]
and also Lugh (who promptly got bored)[/sup][/indent]

[color=fff7b0]"Well, you never know if those frogs are actually two meters tall and attack by reenacting Indiana Jones."[/color]

Before  Mags even had the chance to say "old movie, don't worry about it", Ames  had already turned the fight into a public brawl. Maybe. That depending if her goading actually brought in third parties. There wasn't really any time to spare between the invitation and Ames throwing the punch.

Though  the punch came from someone of average ability, the technique of it was  practically flawless as far as a simple blow went. [i]Was this stylish  mode[/i], was Mags' first thought. Despite the technique, it was still  just a mostly average punch. It was something that Mags had already  commited to muscle memory. That also meant avoiding it was muscle  memory. Even if she was rustier than the statue of liberty, the months she spent practicing (and playing Tekken) refused to leave her mind.

Automatically,  her body went to avoid the jab as she slipped outside the punch. Had  this not been a friendly duel (and her hands were empty), she would have  tried for a liver shot. She didn't and instead went to slap Ames'  caboose with her sandal, hard enough to count for an attack. Probably.  It was still a sandal, so wouldn't hurt as much as a fist.

[color=C94153]"Hey!"[/color] Once again Ames found herself moving forward as a result of Mags' attack, though this time it was less violent momentum and more an effort to get away. The chancla-wielding warrior was quick and experienced however, leaving Ames with ... well, just a sting in the backside more or less. Ames swirled around to face Mags and let her feet carry her away from the other girl. She glanced down at her clenched fist. It was only one punch, but the feeling that her online body knew what it was doing even if her brain didn't was really interesting. A bit exciting too.

[color=C94153]"We're officially brawling now!"[/color] Ames announced to the onlookers who'd paused to see what the earlier shouting was about. The whole situation was silly but it needed to be dealt with, preferably as soon as possible. So while the wary stood by and decided whether they'd join in or now, Ames moved again. Though she'd given the other girl ample time to reposition, she stepped into Mags' space and struck out at her again. Once, twice - the simple strikes and strategy of an untrained fighter, yet with finesse of years practicing those movements. [i]This combat setting is kind of fun![/i]

Mags may have had some experience, but she wasn't a super human. Had she spent years of her life practicing to fight, then maybe she'd be able to easily deal with a flurry of blows. She hadn't, however. Her years had been spent practicing rotations and mechanics instead. She was easily capable of moving a character through a bullet hell of mechanics while refusing to drop her rotation. That was with WASD and all of the surrounding keys, though. Her real body was much less trained.

As a result, the following blows actually had Mags at the edge of her natural ability. She was dodging the blows, but it required considerably more effort than dodging the simple blows. To Mags, it was like fighting a street fighter character. Well, someone that just figured out light punch and medium punch, anyways. Rather than dodge by the skin of her teeth, she just rapidly backstepped the blows. Couldn't react and counter every single one, after all. Since she couldn't get into range to slap Ames with a sandal (again), she instead opted for option two. With a mighty [color=fff7b0]"Doryah!"[/color], she opted to hork the sandal at Lew's face.

Backpedalling would have been nice in an open space filled with ladders and such, but unfortunately, Magpie was right by the Keystone, one of Nyu-Taro's highest population density places, and they had already attracted quite a crowd. As she ran in reverse, she suddenly struck a pot-bellied man naked from waist-up, with a Noh mask hiding his features. The fat gave way, before rebounding, launching her back towards Ames with the force of a bowling ball dropped three hundred feet down onto a 10,000 USD trampoline in very slow motion.

The distraction of watching Mags' sandal fly and moments later watching her slam into another person didn't give Ames any time get out of the way. The two girls - in mind if not body anyway - collided and for the second time today the red head found herself sprawled on the cobblestone. 

[color=C94153]"Ugh, I was over this the first time it happened,"[/color] she complained, shoving off the ground and getting back to her feet. 

[color=fff7b0]"That one was smart..."[/color] Was Mags' response to smashing into Ames. Her own body didn't count as an improvised weapon, right? She'd be at 2 attacks then. The butt slap and then the thrown sandal. Only three more. Shooting onto her feet, she found a nice little break point. No longer did Ames throw a fury of technically proficient blows. That meant that Mags had an opportunity to fight back. Plus, they both would get to see what the defensive actions of stylish looked like.

With chancla in hand, Mags dashed forwards and unleashed a flurry of swipes with the sandal. Rather than some technical mastery of shoe-based combat, it appeared more as a crude imitation of fencing. 

[color=C94153]"Ow! Ow!"[/color] the sudden sandal assault was upon Ames, and thought it didn't [i]really[/i] hurt, she still cried out from reflex. She was being hit with something after all. After a few well placed smacks from her opponent, Ames got her act together and swatted away some of the attacks. She didn't want to crash into anyone a [i]third time[/i], so she grounded herself and her forearms came up automatically to block and deflect the [s]deadly[/s] unusual weapons away from the rest of her body.

Lew stood there, dumbfounded, his expression stuck into one that would convey both shock and disappointment. Not even the slipper comically bouncing off his sturdy frame broke him from his bewilderment. Rather than the honorable duel he was hoping for, he instead found himself in some sort of embarassing excuse for a brawl. This was expected on their first day, but not this fast or early. Participating in this fight would end up giving him the wrong attention, after all.

With a tired sigh, Lew picked up the thrown flip-flop before making his way to Amulak, wishing to collect his swords and prepare to leave. As he passed by the two brawlers-to-be going at it, he nonchalantly tossed the piece of footwear over his shoulder. Whether it would land in the middle of their chaos or not was of no real concern to Lew, anyway.

The brawl continued on, though it was a very sad brawl that featured two level one players with hardly any stats beyond 'normal human' level. As it was, while the start was amusing, in a vaguely pathetic way, Ames and Magpie soon just became nuisances who were causing a scene right in front of the Keystone. Even if the guards (who were the guards in Nyu-Taro anyways?) turned a blind eye, Immortals were much less patient than their name may suggest. One of them, a particularly peevish pedestrian in full-plate armor imported from the high seas of Velonta, stepped up, her gorgeously effeminate features at odds with her words.

"Move, bitch, get out the way!"

With that incantation, a thunderous boom crackled out, sending the two troublemakers flying like a ragdoll in a physics simulator. They somersaulted a couple of times, bounced off the roof of a textiles shop, broke their fall on a pile of horse feed, rolled down the steeply sloped streets, and finally had their journey stopped after they bodychecked a water barrel. Covered in hay and dirt, whilst sporting more than just a couple bruises and featuring health bars that were only half of what they once were, they picked themselves up...and found themselves at the West Gate.

Which would be great, if Magpie didn't need to head all the way back to the Keystone to see if she unlocked her requirements and could take her class.

With a less than healthy crack of her bones, Mags rose from the shockwave-based travel. [color=fff7b0]"Ourf. Well, that's one way to end it. Thanks for helping get the class unlocked. Promise I'll stop being a prat. For now, anyways. Meet the rest of you at the frogs or whatever."[/color]

Had she been in a real body, she'd be limping away, horribly wounded. Thanks to a low pain setting, she was already dashing back to the keystone, unlocking the class she got smashed for. Was it all worth it? Probably not. But hey, she was the first to unlock a new class out of the group.