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Katsumi Oshiro	The moon hangs high above New York City. It's a cold night, with the crisp threat of snowfall carried on the wind. Katsumi was feeling anxious. Too much time was going by, and tension was building. She met someone, flexed what clout she could claim, and procured some quiet time in a quiet, somewhat run-down gym in the corner of Brooklyn. It had the one thing she needed: a four-cornered ring. While she got ready pre-emptively, she shot a text. Atlin's phone should buzz. Or chime. Whatever it does. The text reads: <Hey it's go time. Come to this address. Let's wrestle.> Katsumi is... excited. But if she's being honest with herself, she's also a bit terrified. At this point, she /knows/ Atlin is inhumanly strong. But she was given the offer to go all out without fear of hurting her, and she wants to take her up on that. She just has to be careful not to potentially set her off, right? Besides that, she'll get to wear an alternate attire tonight, one she just finished putting on. A criss-cross backed scant top, generously of a 'sportsbra' type, boyshorts looped at the waist by a gold-studded belt, flap-style wrestling boots, and kneepads. Fingerless gloves and the ever-present choker are her two mainstays, of course. Once satisfied with a quick tease of her silky hair, she strolls out of the locker room and towards the ring.
Atlin	Atlin was...more than a little bit excited herself. The chance to revel in who she really was, no more need to hide who she was or how strong she was...and she could match against someone facing similar issues as her. The outfit she wore? It was the armor she'd worn of Bana-mighdall, but the strapless 'armor' hugged her form skin-tight, even the silvery metal of the armor that cupped her breast and protected her ribs woven into the black material looked like fabric. The armor itself looked like a swimsuit rather than the nearly indestructable attire it was. Her hair was down, the tanned woman purely looking like the demigoddess she was. Amber eyes blazing, her own look was completed by a silver band choker of her own. With no stage presence training? The sheer confidence she carried about her as she moved to the ring? It wasn't bad. Her she was in all her glory, minus her weaponry: Atlin of Bana-Mighdall, the daughter of war.
Katsumi Oshiro	By the time Atlin makes her entrance, Katsumi has leaned back into a corner turnbuckle. She had /just/ enough time to wonder if the other girl was coming. After all, she didn't text back! But the door opens, and in she strides, looking ready to beat her up. Her, with her superhuman strength. And Katsumi, with her very, very human level of power. Okay, that's intimidating. She didn't intend on dying tonight! "Um," she blinks, nipping onto her bottom lip. It's impossible to hide the sudden onset of worry in both voice and face. "You.. remember if you hit me, I die, right?"
Atlin	Atlin actually smiles at that, the tanned woman giving a little giggle and shaking her head, stretching her toned limbs upwards and rolling her neck. So tight seemed the armor, one could see the firm definition of her midriff and all the evidence of that Amazon divine beauty mixed with a warrior culture. "I am not here to kill you Katsumi," she assures, tilting her head, "I promise you this. We will have fun. Enjoy the chance to 'cut loose' as it were."
Katsumi Oshiro	"Okay, but," begins Katsumi, apprehensive upon second blush. "H-hey, is that metal?," she asks suddenly. Her left hand lifts, index finger bobbing indicatively at the armor. "I'm gonna shatter my hand if I chop that! Aren't I?" Katsumi nestles back into the turnbuckle a little further, eyes widening. This was maybe not such a brilliant idea!
Atlin	"Amazonium and Vibranium alloy," Atlin clarifies, smiling lightly. "It is strong enough to repel some blows from superhuman weapons without...throwing me across the ring," Katsumi's fear? It was noticable, even if she she wasn't the greatest empath among her people. A shrug, she turns her back to Kasumi, making to reach for her suit. "I can change, if you prefer, to be fair. You asked for my armor...and I thought you wished to be certain you wouldn't hurt me."
Katsumi Oshiro	"I- I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna hurt you anyway! You're superhuman!," Katsumi barks at the back of her head. "And, and, and in my defense, I said gear! Like, what you'd wear and be comfortable in! I didn't think it was armor!" Katsumi's hands fold self-consciously against her chest, her chin tucked. "It's not that I'm scared or anything!," she defends pitifully. "I just, um, don't wanna injure myself by chopping whatever-the-f*** vibranium is."
Atlin	"As are you, from what you told me..." Atlin points out, but she deftly hops the ropes and heads back to the changeroom, already pulling at her armor and drawing it over her head. The wrapping she wore beneath remained in place, intended for everything the martial woman could do, it was going to hold on. Soon enough she'd return, her choker still in place and a pair of shorts pulled back on to her lower half with the armor placed down beside the ring. "No danger of chopping," she offers, baring more skin but likely looking no less threatening and certainly no less like what she was. "Shall we begin?"
Katsumi Oshiro	"No, but I don't- I can't-," Katsumi attempts to protest, but Atlin is leaving. Her posture slouches. She screwed up again. This time, she could tell where things went wrong, and she knows why; she got scared. She spooked. The other chick came in looking the way she did, with armor, and the knowledge that she could just easily break her into quadrants - it overrided her good sense. She misspoke, she upset her, and once again, Katsumi is a jerk. "Dammit..." She sinks into the turnbuckle, jewellike gaze trained on her boots. She intends to apologize when she comes back out. She'll have to come out this way, she's pretty sure. The locker rooms only have the one entrance for security reasons! But when Atlin emerges, it seems to be with a new fashion. "O-oh." While she doesn't look less powerful, she /does/ look a bit less daunting. Armor has a way of adding menace. She makes her way a little closer to the center of the ring. "Hey, uh, I didn't mean to be all.. y'know..."
Atlin	Blink. Blink. "All what?" Seems Atlin wasn't quite so bothered. "We should be fair, and as long as you are comfortable not holding back I am happy." The woman moves, rolling her shoulders lightly and bouncing on the balls of her feet. "This is more comfortable, the armor is traditional but...I do not wear it often. It is striking though, no? Intimidating for such a small garment." Case made, the Amazon lifts her hands, only to shift and adjust her guard a little. This was intended to be wrestling after all, striking is not the goal here.
Katsumi Oshiro	"Ah-.." Katsumi blinks at the pragmatic warrior woman in front of her. Did she not hurt her feelings? Did she not create an awkward moment? That seemed like an awkward moment! Her head cants briefly, and when it lifts again, she realizes she's already in position with hands lifted. Katsumi takes in a deep breath, and exhales it again. Courage! She needs courage. Just, trust that the other person won't butcher her, and go all out. It'll be safe! And she can take her by surprise, too, she bets! Katsumi's hands lift - and suddenly, she's taking off like a bolt of lightning. Her form blurs from where she once stood to closing the distance to Atlin, tipped forward and aiming to drive her shoulder into her toned stomach in a rushing tackle! Otherwise known as a spear. Except it's backed with 25-ton-lifting force, and propelled by a blindingly fast sprint. Katsumi was not expecting this from herself. Results may be shocking for all involved.
Atlin	Even for superhumans, physics tends to hold some sway. That acceleration plus force was still something, and half as strong Katsumi moving fast was still enough to have Atlin feeling it, the Amazon's breath leaving her in an audible 'oofff' for a moment as she's driven hard against the ropes and loses footing, barely managing to catch herself with one foot and avoid immediately ending up on her behind if only thanks to her own strength and the support of the rope. Suprising...and exhilerating, the noise of effort from the blonde was tinged with delight as she shifted her weight pivoted her hips and stepped sideways, trying to draw Katsumi off balance and regain her own while getting her back off that barrier. Oh yes, this was going to be fun!
Katsumi Oshiro	Well, Atlin didn't go down to the mat. That's a thing. But Katsumi had expected to just collide with the other girl, and feel like she's rushing football training equipment. But that's not what happened either. Instead, she moved faster than she expected, and hit hard enough to bear Atlin into the ropes. Her feet pat lightly, but precisely, along the canvas to keep her balance, but she's immediately breaking away from the blonde with wide, shocked eyes. "H-holy sh**!" She has no idea how fast she actually traveled, but she can at least /feel/ that she moved fast enough to feel windshear. That's not normal. In fact, the last time she felt it was in the ring with Sindie, shortly before putting her in a hospital. In other words, if Atlin weren't superhumanly strong and likely just as durable, this might've been a repeat. "It's back. It's on- activated- whatever...," she marvels, lifting her hands to inspect them. As if there'd be some external sign that the powers were working. Naturally, there isn't. Just those bright eyes.
Atlin	"You're stronger than most Amazon," Atlin speaks as Katsumi hesitates...and then she moves in, seizing the poor girl under one shoulder and sweeping out at her leg, intending to land the poor unprepared woman on the matt and follow her down for a mount. Bana-Mighdall had been just as big on teaching that death didn't tend to wait for one to be 'ready' after all, and she -was- trying to push the other girl a little. Atlin's hand actually draws back, pulling into a fist for a moment as instint initially has her ready to go for a far more vicious 'ground and pound' before she switches, attempting to move to a jujitsu-like 'scarf' hold.
Katsumi Oshiro	She's stronger than most Amazon? Katsumi is still processing the re-emergence of her powers. She's been /so careful/ every day, all day. But every time she's tried to use it, it's not been available! But here it is? Now it is? What's different about it? Wait. Blonde hair! The Punk Princess is immediately staring at Atlin, wide-eyed. But before she can communicate what's on her mind, she's hooked under the arm and flipped over. The landing is considerably softer than it logically should be, but the surprise still gets a grunt. And the raised fist inspires the same reaction she'd give even without powers. "AH!" Superpowered person about to punch her in the face! Katsumi fearfully turtles up on her back, pulling her forearms before her face defensively. But no strike comes! Maybe she dissuaded it? But her arm is tucked against her neck, and she's pulled into a lock. "Nnf!" Her body writhes against the mat for a second. "H-hey! Atlin..! I need to ask you-..!" She twists her hips, attempting to work one leg beneath herself to push her body towards the blonde's, ultimately hoping to disrupt her leverage and shift their balance.
Atlin	Atlin did have the advantage, she could probably press and struggle, but Katsumi seemed to know what she was doing, a slip would probably get her the leverage she wished for...but Atlin was aleady shifting back, slipping and trying to roll over, try and position herself to roll at the other woman's back and wrap her -own- arm at Katsumi's neck. It was going to be a little trickier now that she wasn't caught unawares! "Ask me what?" she questions, breathing a little harder but with tones that carry her excitement.
Katsumi Oshiro	Katsumi Oshiro is trained well enough to protect her neck from encroaching arms the moment there's a hint of them! Sleeper holds and rear naked choked are much too effective, much too quickly! And she gets the feeling Atlin wouldn't want to play up the theatrics of a struggle and fight out of it! So Katsumi's forearm raises to wedge itself in the way, feeling Atlin press into her back. "Hnnh!," she grunts, putting actual effort in keeping the arm back. "What.. color.. are your eyes..!?," she asks, not even able to look at them from this position!
Atlin	Whatever she'd expected for that question, Atlin hadn't found that one likely. She actually blinks, her form pressed at Katsumi's back and her arms indeed squeezing. She wasn't theatrical, her training was intended to be devestating or lethal. She does however, release the girl she held, pushing back and creating space as the pair of them are given a chance to recover and Katsumi could look for herself at the deep amber answer to her question.
Katsumi Oshiro	The hold released, Katsumi scrambles on all fours to face her dogged 'opponent'. But she quickly realizes Atlin is presenting her eyes for her to look at. So that's what she does; she takes them in. There's a moment of intense silence, her jewellike magentas fixed onto her ambers. And then she sighs. "Not blue. Is it the blonde hair, then..? But Nessa's blonde, and.." Would it have triggered when she carried her? Or did it not because there was no aggression? At least there's one common thread here now! Blonde hair! Katsumi lifts to her feet and moves closer, reaching to hook Atlin's arms to pull her to her full height. And if successful, Katsumi will simply lock up with her, her right hand grabbing at Atlin's elbow, her left hand setting to the other girl's collar, near face-to-face with her.
Atlin	"I doubt your powers are activated by the appearance of your foe," Atlin muses, tilting her head. "Perhaps a percieved danger...or maybe it is active all the time and you are simply holding yourself back?" She tilts her head questioningly, but Katsumi's attack had her bracing, but she couldn't lash out with a strike. Feeling the grasp she tries to shift, to drop her elbow and try to -shove- with her shoulder to unbalance Katsumi back and free herself. Atlin was stronger, but it was pretty clear that she had a preference for more direct combat.