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[TheLoneWanderer]

Hiroyuki was caught by surprise as he rose to settle his weight onto his boots again. Something that was not in the script---as a part of the 'play it by the ear'-choreography the two were navigating around. His last hit smacked her right in the chest, sending Mickey stumbling into a back shelf. Then the toolbox clattered to the ground after smacking her forearms.

"So much for being a professional. Guess it's my lucky day~! It's not even raining and you're still slipping up...."

He gestured at Mickey, with a casual wave of his hand before ending it with a mocking chuckle. He tried to match Leon's attitude. Whoever saw the recording should be somewhat immersed. The toolbox gave him an idea. His gaze wandered over to the kitchen table nearby. Perfect. Since it was stocked with (fake) food, he dashed over to it while she was getting up in an attempt to grab a bowl of fruit and throw his arm outward to toss it at Mickey's center mass. Then the wine jug came last with an underhand toss, probably making a 'thunk' if it hit. A rather 'Looney-Tunes' antic, just after she almost got her brain rattled by a box.

Whether she was able to dodge or parry what he had thrown, Hiroyuki went underneath his jacket's shoulder to rip the stunt knife out of the holster in a hurry. Something she would easily be able to hear. Any sharpness could be added in post. The facsimile of a weapon would only add welts and bruises to Mickey's skin. There would have to be an ungodly amount of force for it to actually pierce past the clothing, skin, and muscle. To play into the scene, Hiroyuki led with the same linear, shallow slashes from the source material. 'Leon' did not want to kill her, after all and she should have a chance to actually engage in the practical stunt. A horizontal strike toward Hiro's right. Then a rechamber of the arm---before going for an upward stab that would 'knick' her skin if the blade was actually real.

A Deadly Dance

[BlackAkuma]

Ha ha fucking ha.

…fair enough, though, it wasn’t one of her proudest moments. Get your laughs in while you can still breathe, Leon.

She had a hoarse sigh as she brought her attention back to him, only to be greeted by an object flying her way. She juked to the side on reflex, narrowly avoiding the…fruit? He’d thrown a fruitbowl at her, that was new. As was the wine jug that flung her way, too, which batted aside with a smack, sending it to splatter on the floor a couple of yards away.

She was just about to show him exactly how she felt about having shit thrown at her, when she froze up at the sight of him reaching into his jacket, all of her reflexes calling an immediate stop. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the knife, and the non-lizard part of her brain ran a few calculations.

She didn’t know Hiroyuki, but she was going to assume that he wasn't crazy and/or stupid enough to bring a real goddamn knife to this. So, just like the guns, that was probably a fake. It looked fake from where she stood. Sounded a little fake.

That being said, she had managed to go her entire life avoiding situations where people came at her with knives, so her experience on the matter was a touch limited. Hm.

Either way, he was coming at her, and she was acting accordingly. First step? Controlling that arm. She dipped back, avoiding the quick slashes, then moved in as he went for the strong lung, twisting around it at the last second, letting it slip past her face.

One hand seized his wrist, clamping on tight, while the other came to his elbow and threw a stiff shot into the joint, trying to hyperextend his arm and make him drop the weapon. At the same time, she swung her leg around for a quick kick to the back of his knee, looking to disrupt his balance- rapid-fire moves, fast and mechanical.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Hiroyuki's arm went up, just as the move went in the video. Then at the apex of his thrust, his hand snagged on Micaela's arm. Easy. He could deal with that---up until the her other fist dug itself into the back of his elbow. It sent a white-hot spike of pain to the joint, forcing him to drop the replica in shock. The left the blunted steel to clatter harmlessly to the floor. That had made him stop laughing.

A chill of apprehension worked its way up his spine. Be wary of armbars even if she had to fly to get one. With that said, Hiroyuki wrapped his other arm around his wrist and tried to cross them over the other as if he was defending an armbar on his back. Although this time, they were still on their feet and he wanted to prevent Micaela from being able to straighten his arm out.

The kick came out of nowhere. A blur of movement that gave a 'TWACK' through the pants and on the skin as it popped his joint. The surprising amount of power from her frame left Hiroyuki to lean his head into her chest for balance since she'd temporarily robbed him off it. This probably put them into a kind of clinch, although he wasn't hugging Micaela since he was focused on his arm as they grappled against the crappy shelf. No weapons now. Just hand to hand for the two of them.

[BlackAkuma]

Second step? Getting rid the damn knife. The moment it hit the floor, Mickey planted her foot on the handle and slid it across the room with a contemptuous thrust of her leg. Out of sights, out of mind. ”No toys for you.”

Now, for that arm.

It was an advantageous position, one she could take a good deal of damage from, and it seemed that Hiroyuki was acutely aware of that fact, too. His first move was the smart one he could’ve made in this situation, moving in, taking away her control, pushing her up against the shelf and reducing her options.

Too bad for him, though, that the options she still had were good enough. She released the arm and brought her hold to his head, pulling him tight against her.

”C’mere, fucker.” Not exactly in-character, but she couldn't help it. At least she kept her voice low.

Knees. She brought her first up, aiming for that spot, the same one she’d been targeting since this fight started, looking to take away whatever recovery he’d enjoyed since the last time she hit it. Another one would follow, and even another after that - she was perfectly happy to keep it up until his liver tapped out on him.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Hiroyuki's head was forced against her chest, locking them together. He earned the ability to keep his arms nestled together. However, Micaela had other plans for dismantling him. The little taunt made his a warmth crawl across his chest. At least she sounded like she was happy to be engaging in whatever 'situationship' Leon and Ada had.

Then a knee came up. Right into that organ she had hit before. With every hit, she was penetrating past the tissues. His liver took one, two, three shots as his knees buckled. That was---five hits to it. It was definitely going to bother him after the match. To avoid more trauma to his liver, Hiroyuki pushed his forearms down to intercept the knees. Then, he tried to drive his head and shoulder into her and force a takedown to get Micaela into guard. Legs at his sides and everything else she had learned in Jiu Jitsu class. After that, depending on his success, Hiroyuki raised his chest up to begin slamming down 6-to-12 elbows onto her center mass again. Though, every so often after 3 attempts, Hiroyuki would slump into her chest due to his tender liver bothering him. The quiet pants sounded more high-pitched, similar to RE2's depiction, which might have made Micaela more satisfied.