[04] City Sector FIGHT

[DA 2009]

TAMSIN VS. HOLLYWOOD

Hollywood laughed and ran a hand through his perfectly quaffed locks. “It’s been a real blast, but, I think it’s time to finish this little charade, don’t you think? At least the other guy put up a good fight. You, you don’t even know what you’re doing. Think that little knife trick’ll save you? How’d you even get into this tournament, anyway?” the stuntman guffawed.

Some part of the Eliminator’s words rang true; the only reason she was in this tournament was because of her master, and she didn’t have the same level of brutality that her namekian employer seemed to possess. He told her that she would have to find it, somehow, if she wanted to survive. Tamsin steeled herself against her opponent. She’d outlasted Vad, hadn’t she? She’d overpowered Pierre (what a weird man he was). Thus far, the maid had only been bested by Sophia, and even then, Suzaku had survived. Her power was increasing; she could control her knives much better now than she had at the beginning of the tournament. That last attack was no accident, and she proved she could be deadly when she needed to be. Who was Hollywood to say she didn’t belong here?

“Hate to interrupt that little internal monologue you’ve got going,” Hollywood said. “But we have a fight to get back to.”

Tamsin’s eyes narrowed, and she readied her knives again. She tried to tap into the elusive power once more, this time of her own volition. Ray launched himself at her, and Suzaku brought up the sharp little tools once more. She couldn’t be sure if she’d willed them, or if they went of their own accord, but the blade struck against Norris’ face, sending him more than a few steps backward on account of pain. His sunglasses broke in half, directly where the lenses connected, and they fell of his face. A thin red line sliced along the bridge of his nose all the way down to the bottom of his jaw, and it slowly leaked liquid that dribbled down his chin.

“My…face…” he growled slowly. “This is the moneymaker! You do not mess with the face!”

Before she could even blink, Hollywood had gotten behind her, and wrapped one arm beneath her knife arm and the other around her throat, sticking his knee in-between her legs to prevent her from shifting around too much.

“I would really love to kill you for that, but, this will have to do,” he said, surprisingly calm. “Sorry sweetheart.”

Tamsin’s hands flew to his arm, and she clawed at the leather material. She made choked, gasping noises as she struggled for air. She fought hard, as hard as she could. The maid reached out to her knives, hoping to activate the instinctual need once more, but they did not come. Her head began to swim, and stars popped in front of her eyes like glittering fairies, taunting her with the frightening promise of unconsciousness. The maid wasn’t even aware when it happened, and Hollywood felt her slump against him. He dropped her on the ground, uncaring as to the position in which she would fall. He wiped an index finger along the line of the cut, smearing blood on the skin of the pad as he did so. Bitterly, he rubbed the pointer finger against his thumb until the friction completely removed it.

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“HA!” Audric hooted. “God I hate that guy.”