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[equalist-aquene]

Slowly the giantess nodded twice, her thin blue lips lethargically forming words; her voice was thick and heavy and rumbled like a miniature avalanche. "I... am Føth... Whitecliff... It takes... me a while... to form.... human words... I mean you... no harm... My master... and I were... just sparring..." The giantess points to Kane, who is still recovering from her massive blow. "I also fixed... your metal horse..." She pointed at the scrap heap proudly.

But... her Satocycle wasn't in need of repair. Aquene pinched the bridge of her nose. This was coming out of her paycheck. "I... thank you for the repairs F... Miss Whitecliff." Nothing could be done save to scrap it. Aquene doubted that even Isamu could help her salvage this.

And moving Kane inside would be difficult. Still, she couldn't just leave the monk laying  as she was. "Could I get you to help me move Miss Kane so she's sitting up?"

[equalist-aquene]

Without a word, the giantess removed her helm, revealing a broken hooked nose, a narrow, chiseled face with pale blue skin dusted with faint freckles and a craggy brow topped with frosty eyebrows; a thick, frothy white mane (cut in a mohawk) poured down the knight's shoulders, easily reaching the middle of her huge but narrow back. Though she was clearly female, a long, wispy goatee graced the giantess' chin. Her arms were longer than they should have been, her ankles and calves thick and strong

Well. That was easier than Aquene thought. Blue eyes studied the giantess. "Can you talk any, or do you just understand what I'm saying?" The frown deepened on Aquene's face. "Lemme rephrase that. Nod if you can talk, shake your head if you can only understand and not talk."

[equalist-aquene]

Not understanding what the problem was, the giantess shifted her weight from one leg to the other in a slow, ponderous sway as she observed her surroundings, eyeing the smashed cycle and the stunned monk on the ground. She looked troubled when her eyes fell on Aquene's frown, but made no indication to Aquene that she understood what the equalist had said.

"Can you even speak?" Spirits, this would be pointless to even try to subdue her, wouldn't it? There was a slow, mental shaking of her head. "Come now, talk to me less I need to find a way to knock you on your backside."

[equalist-aquene]

With a heavy grunt the giant knight shrugged Kane off of her and brought her massive mailed fist right on the monk's shoulder, having missed her head. The burly woman's body thudded into the ground, leaving her dazed in the dust. Apparently losing interest in Kane now that she wasn't moving, the giant knight looked up at Aquene, steely grey eyes glittering curiously from under the helm.

Hands rested on her hips as she watched. When Kane went down a frown pulled at her lips. Well. This would be interesting. 

"Have you come to fight?" she asked. "Or are you gonna explain why you knocked my friend out and tore up my street, mm?" Aquene wasn't in the mood for talk, truth be told, but if she could get the be galoot talking then she could figure out some sort of game plan.

[equalist-aquene]

The burly monk grunted and gritted her teeth in an anxious smile at the equalist. "No no, et's alrigh, she's jes gotten carried aweh weth tryen tae 'fix' that metal haerse oer yon." She jerks her head at the scrap heap, her knee buckling under the strain of limb-locked combat. The giant knight had almost gotten the better of her before Kane suddenly sprouted two extra pairs of arms out of her back and immediately put them to work restraining the lummox.

Aquene actually jumped at seeing the extra limbs. Wait. When.. when did Kane get... The therapist could only watch. This had gotten too strange for her.

[equalist-aquene]

Before Aquene stood Kane moaning in utter frustration as she grappled with what looked like an eight-foot tall woman in blue-gold full plate attempt to smash Kane with a fearsomely huge monkey-wrench polearm contraption. Even with Kane's vast strength, the monk was having problems penetrating the plate with her fists. To the side a demolished motorcycle lay in a heap, clearly the work of the great lummox-woman and her weird weapon.

Shit! The therapist mode she had been in vanished as the chi blocker surfaced. She could serve as a decoy so Kane could get in a few hits. Or do the same with Kane. "Oi! What's happened?" she demanded. No one smashed stuff up on her block

[equalist-aquene]

There are gruff voices outside the shop door, followed by the sound of Kane shouting frantically at someone before the sound of metal crushing metal jarred her words.

Aquene had been in meditation. The sounds of alarm and metal snapped her out of it almost immediately and she rose with a start. Not even a second later and she was out the door. "Kane!?" The therapist looked around as she tried to figure out what was going on.

[equalist-aquene]

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Wellllll.... I posted it. http://equalist-aquene.tumblr.com/post/53198318948/story-time-with-mun-this-happened-at-the-spa-i ilu meta~