Takeru Kazami
Had you asked this young man earlier today if he thought he was going to have a pen thrown much like a throwing knife at his head, then he might have said 'no'. Yet, here he was, sitting on the couch with a pen drilled just into the space of his seat right beside his head, a near miss. Takeru had not seen a pen as a lethal weapon since he had murdered an the CEO of the very first place he had ever infiltrated, which was many years ago.
So nostalgic... Well, I guess I shall entertain her now.
With a calm, disciplined air, the young man pressed off the couch and stood to his feet, looking directly at the young woman. He tiled his head to the right and it cracked. The same thing happened when he tilted it to the left. He locked his fingers together and pressed, a rather audible popping sound ringing through the air of the room only those two accompanied. "Alright!" he said, pumping himself up through his voice. "If you're so confident that you could do anything, then I will play with ya. I think... the safeword is 'Chihuahua', okay? Make sure you say that when you quit or I won't know if I'm being too harsh."
Takeru took a normal boxing stance and allowed Seiren a moment to get into her own.
She must be really mad about the short jokes. Aha... I guess I did get carried away there. Ah well, nothing a little roughhousing can't solve, right? I should have reach and strength over her. But unless she's Muhammad Ali, I doubt she'll be so quick I can't keep up. Yeah, I have this.
The next thing that left Takeru was his right arm, which rocketed directly towards the other Enforcer's doll-face with some pretty mean power behind it.