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[Let it be stated, for the record, that Vash has never liked fighting.

Liked was not the word.

Excelled at was getting closer. Reveled in his own ability to maybe even more so

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[unit_202]

[Should Vash happen to glance into a nearby alleyway his initial response might be alarm-- 202 has let herself be "cornered" there by a small, tight group of the undead and is thoroughly-coated with gore. Even her hair hangs loose to her backside in heavy red dreadlocks, swinging with what reveal themselves after a moment to be the smooth, almost graceful motions of combat.

202 might not be humming, but that's only because music has never been a factor in her life. Her own sidearm remains silently holstered at her hip, left unused today in favor of her heavy hand axes and, at present, her preferred weapons...Her own bare hands.]

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[The initial flash of panic at seeing his love thus cornered is almost immediately forgotten once he actually has a chance to see her. It’s a pity Vash can’t take a moment to admire 202’s deadly grace, but his mindless foes won’t allow it. Emptying another magazine into the crowd, one bullet for each skull, Vash lashes out with his steel-toed boot to cripple another as he begins to work his way back to where 02 is.

When he calls out to her, it’s with a cheerful tone rather at odds with the situation they’re in and punctuated with rapid bursts of gunfire.] Lovely day we’re having, isn’t it?

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[202 can't help but smile at the familiar sound of those solid old handguns doing their job, and at the wet sounds of dropping bodies that tell her they're doing that job well. She would have expected no less, of course, but it still gives her a small thrill of pride to see her lover working in his element like this. As one of the zombies staggers closer to her in an ill-advised attempt to grab at her arm, 202 dips and rounds on him while answering Vash in a tone every bit as chipper and upbeat as his own.]

It really is! It's been a long time since I had this sort of a numerical disadvantage, it's fantastic practice.

[With the last word she catches the fiend through the chest, impaling its ribcage with the thick claws of all five fingers as her other "hand"--If they can still be called such--takes hold of its head and twists it free with a wet crack. Looking over at Vash, she smiles brightly, a broad white smile gleaming where it splits the gore caking her face.]You seem like you're having fun as well, I notice. It's nice to stretch

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[It probably says more than he'd like that Vash finds his werewolf all the more sexy in this moment-- and that deft move with the zombie's head...]

Very nice. I was afraid I had been getting rusty.

[Vash ducks under a clumsy attempt to grab his neck from one of his opponents, pushing a gun up under its jaw and making it rain skull fragments and brain bits. His own grin widens as the body falls.]

[unit_202]

Rusty? You?

[Her laugh is rich and genuine, punctuating another deft ducking turn to carry her out of the reach of her multiple opponents--Or are they prey?]

Not likely. Not you, no. I don't think you'd know how to get rusty.

[One of those massive paws twists to capture a zombie's head and, dragging the flailing revenant off of its feet, drive it viciously into the wall. The brickwork shudders with the impact, such is the force of her seemingly-casual gesture... There is little question as to the target's wellbeing even before she withdraws her hand and gives it a sharp shake to toss away the thick clumps of slimy grey matter from between her fingers.]

We ought to make a competition of this, you and I. But I haven't been keeping count, so it would be hard to be accurate...