A slight bubble of pride welled up in the female Enforcer as she observed that her rather simple attack was evidently executed with far too much speed for Takeru to handle, his hands failing in their attempt to protect his exposed upper features. With almost a mesmerizingly appalling ease, the womanās delicate hands turned into ones built for destruction and carnage, her single fist flawlessly making impact across his face. And as his head snapped to the side, Seiren couldnāt help but allow for a light chuckle to escape itās confine under her breath, the half-smirk replacing that disturbing grin. āCome now, Takeru.. you have to do better than that if you want to beat me!ā
However, it appeared that the ex-Inspector spoke too soon for the manās own hand swiftly latched onto her upper forearm in a moderate grasp. Instinctively, a small, rather feral, growl of agitation filled their silence as she was yanked towards him, his strength easily overpowering her own. With his left elbow poised to collide with her face, Seiren silently cursed her own conviction..after all, it allowed for her to get frozen in a trap. A situation in which she didnāt really take a liking to you, mind you. Flickering her gaze up to Takeru, irritation making that crimson almost dance in a glow, she slowly bite her bottom lip. Think Seiren think...how are you going to get out of this?! Think! Unlessā¦ Iām sorry, Takeru. mused her inner thoughts, a coy, sly, smile painting itās way on her gardenia mouth.
Without a shred of regret or hesitation, the Enforcer pulled her free elbow away from his body before slamming it down with a considerable amount of force right above his groin. The pain and impact had caused Takeru to stumble back..of course, still being in his hold, she was a mere puppet to his demands. Before it could really register on what was happening, the pair were crashing through the air, a startled, rather soft, āeep!ā coming from Seiren in response. Luckily, Hayatoās desk broke the fallā¦ā¦.unfortunately, it didnāt escape unscathed. The study lamp resting innocently on the outer edge was knocked over, shattered and in ruin on the floor. All of his organized pens were now arranged in a photo of mishap, his keyboard dangling off the rim of the desk by its wires, some of the buttons knocked out. But that wasnāt the worst part.. no no, it was the state of which his computer was in. A hole, thanks to one of the two Enforcerās elbow, was now gaping at them, blue fizzes of electric sparking angrily in protest. Perhaps one of Hayatoās most prized possession was beyond repair, beyond saving.. Oh god.. I canāt wait to see how he reacts to this. groaned her inner voice, a wide-eyed concerned glance tossed over at Takeru.