One can only do enough before her bomb ticks. Before her kettle starts boiling! Before her flame rages into this beast bigger than herself! And if there could be one who has done that in her time here in LAW, it is none other than Cyber Widow! A series of tweets laden with disrespect for her late mother! One can only imagine the hatred that slowly built inside this blue hellion until a demand was set... and broken. Ichika could not just stand there while they smear her mother's name with the mud of disrespect. She has to act. And Widow has to pay! Soon, they'd realize the wrath she had brought upon a Rei! They had drawn the flame's ire, and it'll burn them to the ground!
An informant that saw the tweets and wanted Cyber beaten for it just as much as Ichika told her of Cyber's bearings for tonight. She would be in the gym, training until her muscles ached and sogged. Then so, Ichika lurked at one corner of that expansive gym where they trained, hidden behind the shadows of long lines and stacks of weights. The room visibly empty apart from the equipment that peppered the room. Punching bags, benches, treadmills.
She stalked Widow like some predator on a prowl, waiting until their regimen finished. Until their muscles throbbed, stiff, and void of oxygen. When each parcel of flesh felt heavy, turning Cyber's advantage of bulky muscles against her! Fatigued, jaded, defenseless: the perfect state for a prey to get gorged.
But she wouldn't fight her here; she's smart enough not to. Not when there's too much stuff to club her with! She waited until they were on their way towards the locker room to change. On the way there, she dragged a special gift: a steel chair. And when they reached the doorway to the preferred destination, Ichika struck!
"Hey, little cockroach!" Ichika would shout from their back, hopefully gauding them to turn around.
Her steel chair now drawn back, she'd swung it sideward! Right across their face, where steel would slap their cheek! Hopefully, making them turn around and stagger backward as Ichika would soon toss the chair and climb onto their back! Quickly, she'd coil herself onto them, locking herself with the devil.
"Surprised? I warned you! If you are not smart enough to take those back, I would make you!"
She drew an arm back, hand wounded shut to a fist, then shot forth to clobber their skull dulled by the chair! Once, twice, thrice, over and over, yielding them with a yell impelled by her buried and pent-up frustrations! Blue flame's fury! It was her fury!
