[video]
[It's after hours at the Devil's Nest. The customers have all been kicked out, the doors are locked up, the chairs are set up on the tables so the floors can be mopped. Super fun.
Greed's face comes into view of the guide for a moment (he seems to be making sure it's recording) before grinning like an asshole and setting the guide down facing away from the bar. But Greed, what could possibly be interesting enough to show over the guide at this time of night?
Well. There's Martel. And there's Ran Fan. They hang out at the Nest a lot. Still not too interesting, Greed.
Wait, what's this? They seem to be staring each other down. This continues for a few seconds, before suddenly, they start shoving tables and chairs aside to leave a nice, big open area.
Oh, so that's it. Greed's discretely broadcasting a catfight. What a cockface.]
[Well whatever, lets see what happens~]
[Ran Fan runs at Martel all of a sudden and tries to sweep her legs, hoping to use the taller woman's weight against her]
[The sweep is effective but Martel uses the momentum fluidly and turns it into a roll that lets her regain her feet and then charge Ran Fan to tackle her.]
[Ran Fan is tackled, and she's quite visibly surprised that a person with as much muscle as Martel has can move that way. She rams her knee up at Martel's solar plexus three times and tries to finish with a punch to the face.]
[The kicks leave her winded and gasping, but she manages to avoid the punch. Knowing the ninja girl isn't going to give her a break she aims a kick for Ran Fan's knee.]
[OUCH that was her bad knee! Ran Fan growls and swings at Martel indiscriminately with her automail arm.]
Grrrrah!
[Twisting out of the way of the clumsy swing, Martel smirks.]
Nice try, girl.
[And then swiftly grabs the metal limb with one arm that... defies what a human body ought to do by stretching and twisting to stop its movements.]
[WHAT WAS THAT!? Ran Fan grunts and tries to grapple with Martel in frustration to get her arm back! Oops, Ran Fan's shirt is now caught on her automail as she's trying to get some leverage against Martel's weight with her legs, preparing for a throw.]
[Disadvantage to using your arm in a Flex Armstrong-like gimmick? Being brought into close quarters with only one hand available to fight back with.]
[Ran Fan grabs Martel by the shoulder with her free hand and shoves her feet up to flip the other woman up and over her head. There is a rather loud rip as her black shirt does not want to move in the way her automail moves during the throw. The Guide is now getting a pretty good peek of her torso covered with bindings. Not that she notices in the heat of battle. She's already hopping up to jump down on her opponent!]
GRRRRRRRRRRRAAHHHHH!!!!!
[Martel twists again, using that unnatural flexibility to avoid Ran Fan doing any serious damage to her before grabbing the xingese girl in a headlock.]
[Ran Fan grabs Martel's shirt and starts kicking furiously, trying to get free of the headlock!]
[One kick catches Martel squarely and...]
[RRIIIIP]
[Ran Fan is struggling angrily but can't seem to get out of Martel's hold.]
RRRRRGH!!!
[MEANWHILE, Greed's still behind the bar washing glasses or something, and naturally watching the whole thing with no intention of breaking it up. He's giving you assholes a free show. Whatever.
The whole shirt ripping thing DOES catch his attention, however. He calmly puts down the glass he was cleaning, grabs a can of whipped cream from behind the bar somewhere, and proceeds to spray it at the combating womanfolk. Such a good idea.]
Hey, if you guys keep this up, I'm gonna have to start keeping the bar open later. I could charge good money for this kinda entertainment.
[and then the feed times out END SHOW]
Greed's face comes into view of the guide for a moment (he seems to be making sure it's recording) before grinning like an asshole and setting the guide down facing away from the bar. But Greed, what could possibly be interesting enough to show over the guide at this time of night?
Well. There's Martel. And there's Ran Fan. They hang out at the Nest a lot. Still not too interesting, Greed.
Wait, what's this? They seem to be staring each other down. This continues for a few seconds, before suddenly, they start shoving tables and chairs aside to leave a nice, big open area.
Oh, so that's it. Greed's discretely broadcasting a catfight. What a cockface.]
[Well whatever, lets see what happens~]
[Ran Fan runs at Martel all of a sudden and tries to sweep her legs, hoping to use the taller woman's weight against her]
[The sweep is effective but Martel uses the momentum fluidly and turns it into a roll that lets her regain her feet and then charge Ran Fan to tackle her.]
[Ran Fan is tackled, and she's quite visibly surprised that a person with as much muscle as Martel has can move that way. She rams her knee up at Martel's solar plexus three times and tries to finish with a punch to the face.]
[The kicks leave her winded and gasping, but she manages to avoid the punch. Knowing the ninja girl isn't going to give her a break she aims a kick for Ran Fan's knee.]
[OUCH that was her bad knee! Ran Fan growls and swings at Martel indiscriminately with her automail arm.]
Grrrrah!
[Twisting out of the way of the clumsy swing, Martel smirks.]
Nice try, girl.
[And then swiftly grabs the metal limb with one arm that... defies what a human body ought to do by stretching and twisting to stop its movements.]
[WHAT WAS THAT!? Ran Fan grunts and tries to grapple with Martel in frustration to get her arm back! Oops, Ran Fan's shirt is now caught on her automail as she's trying to get some leverage against Martel's weight with her legs, preparing for a throw.]
[Disadvantage to using your arm in a Flex Armstrong-like gimmick? Being brought into close quarters with only one hand available to fight back with.]
[Ran Fan grabs Martel by the shoulder with her free hand and shoves her feet up to flip the other woman up and over her head. There is a rather loud rip as her black shirt does not want to move in the way her automail moves during the throw. The Guide is now getting a pretty good peek of her torso covered with bindings. Not that she notices in the heat of battle. She's already hopping up to jump down on her opponent!]
GRRRRRRRRRRRAAHHHHH!!!!!
[Martel twists again, using that unnatural flexibility to avoid Ran Fan doing any serious damage to her before grabbing the xingese girl in a headlock.]
[Ran Fan grabs Martel's shirt and starts kicking furiously, trying to get free of the headlock!]
[One kick catches Martel squarely and...]
[RRIIIIP]
[Ran Fan is struggling angrily but can't seem to get out of Martel's hold.]
RRRRRGH!!!
[MEANWHILE, Greed's still behind the bar washing glasses or something, and naturally watching the whole thing with no intention of breaking it up. He's giving you assholes a free show. Whatever.
The whole shirt ripping thing DOES catch his attention, however. He calmly puts down the glass he was cleaning, grabs a can of whipped cream from behind the bar somewhere, and proceeds to spray it at the combating womanfolk. Such a good idea.]
Hey, if you guys keep this up, I'm gonna have to start keeping the bar open later. I could charge good money for this kinda entertainment.
[and then the feed times out END SHOW]