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The next text comes in letting you know where the next fight is. This time the pictures of the two oponnents are given (Anjali v Air). The destination this time is in the Rez, but according to the blip— it is on a building.

Air diverts from his walk home, already having his second bout lined up so quickly he simply treks from Sunrise over to the Rez. Working his way around to the designated building to check it out before trying to reach the roof, where he expects the fight to be held.

Indeed it is on a building. When you approach closer to the blip, it goes to a three story brick building. There is a lot of light and noise coming from up top. Wrought iron fire escapes allow passage upwards, if not a bit rickety.

Anjali drives her car toward the destination for her next fight as she essentially speeds on her way to the Rez; a rather focused, serious expression remaining on her face as she makes her way to the building. She pulls over quite quickly before she roughly brings her car to a stop before popping a door open and stepping out rather slowly as she looks up to the top floor of it and closes her door behind herself as she begins to walk away; her key tapping a button on her key to engage her standard security features as she quite cautiously approaches the building's rickety fire escape, apparantly looking for her next opponent in the tournament as she heads up to the roof.

The setting at the top is a lot less structured than last time. In fact, people are just standing around the edges of the building. Most of the obsevation is being done from other buildings where people look down off from broken buildngs or structures they can hang off of. The roof itself, it appears, is the fighting ring. Several parts of is have caved in, making the footing questionable.

«Plot» AdamLOG2 says, "It is possible to fall off the building if you get 'staggered' or fail a KD test, as a heads up."

Air awaits at the top of the building, having arrived early, courtesy of already being in the area. When Anjali climbs up to the roof he points a finger at her, shouting over the ambient noise. "You! Shouldn't you be on your knees in a back alley somewhere?"

As she steps up to the roof, Anjali's eyes narrow considerably as she examines the ring that she is supposed to fight in before she is essentially called out by her opponent. A very large frown forms onto her face as she locks her attention onto him and begins to rather carefully step toward the man as her hands ball into rather tight fists. "Th'fuck are you supposed t'be?!" she practically calls out to the man, essentially yelling at him as if she truly had nothing to say to him for some reason or another as she rather slowly bends her elbows and lifts her fists up in a relaxed state infront of her chest.

Air turns sideways to her and continues shouting, "What I want to know is why a street whore is in a fighting contest. Get the fuck out of here."

Anjali very quickly tilts her head downward to look at her exact footing as she steps into the very edge of the ring that she is to be facing the man in before she looks back toward the man. A very large frown forms onto her face as he shouts at her before she smoothly lifts her fists up infront of herself as she takes a single, rather small step forward with her right leg as she essentially moves to take a southpaw stance and directs most of her weight back toward her nearly straightened rear leg and essentially balances herself onto her toes; the heel of her leading foot lifting up from the floor very slightly as if she were intending to use it in some way or another, possibly in consideration of the man's shift in position infront of her. The knuckles of her fists are held in line with her eyebrows as she leaves her left hand rather close to her face with her leading hand extending outward slightly as she shouts, "Jus' shut th'fuck up so we can get 'is shit over with, yeah! I don' have time for your soft-ass!" quite angrily toward him.

Air laughs openly at the Indian chick trying to act hard in front of him. "Why would I take you seriously? You're just a hooker, what are you even doing here?" Sidling sideways he moves a ew steps further away from Anjali, shifting around oddly, avoiding areas of the rotting roof entirely.

Anjali's heel lowers back down onto the floor of the ring beneath her as she begins to rather slowly inch toward the man as she notices him backing away from her; her steps being very light as to basically avoid any potential hazards in her movements as she doesn't say a word as if she were making an attempt to shut out his words and focus on the mission at hand, which happens to be 'silencing' him anyway. She lowers her hands down, relaxing her shoulders as she holds her fists infront of her chest again before she raises them back up and begins to quickly advance toward the man, as if she were possibly going to attack him right away.

Air finally moves to where he wants to go after goading Anjali, dipping at the knees as he prepares the standard kick attack that all Tae Kwon Do artists do. Lifting his front leg to kick he suddenly drops it down again, sliding forwards as a dikoted handblade slinks out from the bottom of his right hand. Slashing brutally forwards, the swing of the arm is accompaned by the high servo whine of the augmented cyberlimb.

As she becomes within striking range of the man, sensing that he is going to make a kick in her direction, Anjali's lead foot lifts very slightly from the floor to anticipate the kick with her shin before she slams it down rather hard beneath her as she notices the man's blade extend from his hand, her eyes widen quite a bit as she leans her upper body backward a bit. She takes a very large step forward, closing the distance to him as her fists loosen slightly; one of her elbows lowering down considerably to intercept the man's arm as he wildly slashes at her as she uses her arm to grip his with her forearm as she immediately moves her other hand outward to rest onto the back of the man's head. She turns her body back quite a bit, using her hips to sling him off balance as she estends her lead leg in an attempt to trip the man, though he doesn't seem to go down to the floor as she had hoped as she releases him; her fists raising back up to her eyebrows before she crouches down slightly and begins to essentially charge at the man as if she were going to make her attack.

Sensing how badly Anjali had unbalanced the man, she essentially dashes forward before she extends her right hand toward him slightly before she twists her hips and lifts her rear leg quite a bit as she essentially turns her body in an attempt to slam the lower portion of her shin into the man's torso, following through as if she were bent on breaking something inside of him for some reason or another; possibly due to the insults that the man had given her before the fight had begun.

Air is unable to react properly in his extended state, not properly balanced and in a preacrious position on the roof. Taking the full force of the kick to the sternum lifts him off his feet and drops him down a few feet away on the roof of the building. Unable to properly breathe, the fight is finished for him.

A moment or two in time passes to verify that Air is not getting up. A man with a white shirt comes up to the top and goes over to Viktor just like the other fallen contestants to check for the vitals. Satisfied, he is pulled away somewhere to get medical attention and rest off the fight. Anj's comm device goes off with a familiar text: Congradulations. You advance to the next fight.

Anjali's fist very quickly retracts as she speedily lowers her foot down onto the floor as both of her hands raise a bit higher for some reason or another as she watches the man fall from the kick; her heel remaining lifted from the floor for some reason or another as if she were anticipating the man to attack her in some way or another from his position before she realizes that he is finished. She exhales quite loudly through her nose as she begins to relax quite a bit and stare down at the man as she lets out a rather loud, "Stupid-ass motherfucker." toward him and lowers her fists down infront of her chest for a moment before she drops them down to her sides. She shakes her head slightly before she turns and carefully begins to head back toward the rickety fire escape that she had arrived from before taking the time to check her pocket secretary.

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