What time is it? [Starter for Mitsuhiro Maniwa]
"You know what I like about this city?" Erika laughed, raising her arm up to block a blow aimed for her left cheek, "It's that most of the guys here really have no trouble hitting girls. It makes it a lot easier for people like me to really let into guys like you."
She ducked under the man's arm, swinging around to his back and jabbing her fingertips into the back of his neck, startling him just a little. When he stumbled around to face her she lifted her leg, punting the top of her foot up into his nose.
"Come on, who else!?" she hopped up and down on the balls of her feet, shaking her fingers.
It wasn't that she particularly went out looking for trouble; trouble just always had a way of finding her first. If that kind of thing happened, why wouldn't one feel right in defending oneself?
Against... certain things, at least.
When one of her assailants removed a loaded pistol from his pocket, aiming it for her head, Erika gave a pardoning smile, "Oops, what time is it? Right. I have an appointment somewhere!"
She ducked out of the way, feeling the pressure from a shot sail up over her head as she dove sideways into an alleyway. She caught herself on her feet and dashed down the wet street, making her way back to the more open lane of the adjacent block -- looking visibly on edge about something or another.
