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melaka fray

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Mel's yawning when she enters this time: it's been a long night, or a long couple of nights, and it's been a couple of days since she slept. This doesn't mean she's exhausted, however just, yanno, yawn-y.

Nothing that can't be fixed with a large Tequila over ice and enchiladas, all of which and her scythe are dumped on the table alongside her boots as she sits back to chill out.

She has three jobs. Security at Milliways is the boring, relaxing one.

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Makita ambles over and plops her own, oversized, boots on the table too. "Hey, Mel."

"Hey, Keet."

Mel flicks a grain of rice at Makita's nose with worrying accuracy. "How's it going?"

Makita wrinkles her nose, but can't be bothered to do much else about the rice. "Good, I guess. Not as jumpy about being unarmed all the time." She frowns a bit and looks down, "Thinking about going home for a bit."

"Yeah?" Mel asks, leaning forward and tilting her head. "You're jumpy enough for outside, right?"

There's a frown as Makita considers this. Eventually she nods, "Yeah. I've still got the edge." She's pretty sure she does anyway.

"Rocketship."

Hey, Mel trusts her if she says so. "You need anything? Taking enough weapons and stuff? Food?"

"I'm good, I think." Makita shrugs, "I just... need to make sure I've still got it. And bleed of some tension."

She grins and blushes a bit, "And I miss Proto."

"Ha!" Mel barks out the laugh quickly. "No wonder you're so tense."

She grins and nods outside. "Want to check you've still got it?"

Makita snorts and raises an eyebrow, "If you think you're up for it." She knows Mel is, but... She can't just not taunt her.

Mel pauses only to neck her Tequila quickly - it's not like one drink's going to make Makita a threat - then she's standing.

"Once you get me down, then I'll let you out."

"Oh yeah?" Makita laughs, "I feel like I'm cheating. I mean, you're so old." She stands and heads for the back door.

"Maybe you should tie a hand behind your back," Mel suggests, following 'Keet out.

Scythe is abandoned on the ground, fists are flexed. And then she grins.

"Well, maybe I should," and Makita drives a sudden kick toward Mel's knee, trying not to telegraph the attack. That's sure to work, right? It's not like Mel has the instant reflexes that come from always being ready for an attack.

Well, yanno, except where she does.

Mel steps neatly out of the way, and brings a fist down on Makita's shoulder as she does so. She's not going to get violent quite yet.

Maybe.

The fist connects, and Makita ducks with it, dropping to one knee and rolling to the side before springing up with a grin. "Not bad for an old lady."

"Yeah," Mel says, blowing a stray bang out of her face as she begins to circle, loosely. "I like to stay in shape."

Makita's been sparring with a couple of people, but she's still an amateur. She's fast too, but she's not Slayer-fast. She circles with Mel, willing to try to counter whatever she tries.

Mel's cocky, but she has good reason to be. She's been fighting in bar brawls since she knew Makita the first time, and she does have the strength and speed to beat any pump from Haddyn.

She's still grinning when she darts forward towards Makita's shoulders, looking to push her hard.

Makita's been fighting for a long time too, but she fights baseline humans, and she usually shoots them. Still, she has a quick response to someone charging her: she drops low and sweeps a leg trying to catch one of Mel's while she's running.

Mel anticipates the kick with enough time to decide not to dodge it, rolling instead easily over and on to her feet.

But then she's quick to attack again, and the next move is faster, a duck under and to the side to grab Makita bodily. If she succeeds, she'll lift her off the ground.

The sweeping kick overextended her, so Makita isn't ready for Mel's grab. She instinctually tries to twist around in Mel's grip so that she can face her.

Mel laughs, and throws Makita away from her, running up after.

Keep them disoriented.

Makita's done a lot of running and diving and rolling in her time, but usually she's the one to instigate it. She rolls out of her landing, but her stance is set to the side of Mel's charge. There's a scrambling moment while she tries to reorient, but Mel's already on top of her.

That's followed up by another lift-and-toss, before Mel tries attacking this time with a low knee-height sweeping kick. All the time with a amused grin.

This time Makita manages to roll up into a decent stance, so she's able to jump just enough to get over the kick. She attempts to stomp down on the ankle as it sweeps past.

The foot connects, but barely has an effect. Mel stumbles lightly, but then she's on both feet again, facing Makita and smiling.

"You're supposed to be taking me down."

Makita isn't breathing hard, but she's clearly burned more energy than Mel has. She manages to force a grin, "I just wanted you to feel like you're doing well. It wouldn't be very friendly to rub your nose in the fact that you're so old."

"So sweet of you," Mel laughs.

Trouble is though, she'd like to be old. She knows she won't, and Makita might just be, one day.

"What can I say?" Makita shrugs with a grin, "I've always been taught to respect my elders."

Unlike most people her age, Makita doesn't feel immortal. Every time she steps through the door home she half-expects never to return. But she pushes past those thoughts and charges again.

This time she feints a low attack and aims a textbook perfect punch at Mel's diaphragm.

Mel didn't move for either - not falling for the feint but neither predicting the punch, she takes it to the diaphragm and inhales sharply, losing some breath but not all of it.

In response, she brings up a knee sharply.

Some day Makita's going to remember that Mel doesn't take damage like most people. Against a normal person that would have been a disabling strike and her follow-on punch would have hit. Instead she takes a knee in her own diaphragm and coughs out a breath before dropping to her knees.

Mel's smirk drops and she hangs back, sheepish and concerned.

She should really learn not to treat poeple like they're all pumps.

Makita heaves a huge breath and stands up, a bit shaky. "Call it a tie?"

Mel considers this, and nods reluctantly.

"Yeah," she admits. "You really tired me out."

"Yeah," Makita grins, "Right."

Mel nods towards the bar. and fecthes her scythe from the floor.

"Still got your edge," and she means that this time. "That's good."

Makita nods, silent for a bit. "Thanks."

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