The Enforcer refused to allow for emotion to crack the chilled mask that had constructed its way onto her features, only the gleam of prideful scorn shining in her orbs dispelling the sense that she wasnât an actual doll. After all.. most china dolls typically donât have a lethality to them..most. With even breathing, Seiren calmly traced every little twitch and jerk Takeruâs body gave as he rose from his perch, those brown eyes latching evenly onto her own scarlet. Even those normally meaningless pops and cracks he inflicted upon himself didnât manage to escape her attention.. in all honesty, it was the exact opposite. Foolish kid..he just alerted me to every single vulnerable point in his body⊠But then again, he doesnât know how I fight, does he? Heh.. echoed her amused thoughts, just the slightest hint of sadistic cruelty lacing them
"Alright! 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. trumpeted his eager voice, adrenaline-drenched happiness practically tangible within it. However, where her opponent was all smiles and happiness, that bitter annoyance intensified throughout Seirenâs stature hearing the safeword he so âaccidentallyâ chose. âFine...but weâll see who will be declaring âChihuahuaâ after Iâm through with you, kid.â hissed out her hateful response, that damned pass level rapidly creeping up. After all..there were three things that pissed her the hell off like none other; 1. Hayato 2. Being referred to as short 3. People underestimating her because of her size/appearance, gender or previous Inspector title..and Takeru just violated two of those forbidden topics.
Quirking an eyebrow in a sarcastic enjoyment, Seiren couldnât help but allow for a smirk to play across her features seeing the defensive stance the other Enforcer immediately fell to, a momentary pause soon following. What..? Does he expect me to do that also..? questioned her inner voice, an audible scoff following. Not bothering to budge from her crossed-arm, loose-kneed stance, the woman merely gave a small nod of her head to signal to begin.
His first move was far too predictable, far too confident...and, with that power put behind it, uncontrollable. As his right arm sliced through the air, a snake-esque grin replaced that half-turned smirk, her stance frozen for half of a second. Then, without warning, left hand sprung into action. With the palm taut, Seiren didnât exactly block the attack (why be that easily read..?), and, instead, pressed it into the fore portion of his right arm. Using the momentum of his attack and little of her own strength, the ex-Inspector spun rapidly to his side to completely avoid the attack..all using a twisted form of her own concept of inertia. Another standstill fell between the two, that snake-like ear-to-ear grin and murderous aura not vanishing, before Seiren lashed out. Mimicking Takeruâs attempted punch to the face, the movement almost seemed careless, as if she was testing the waters..as if a cat were playing with a mouse before devouring it.