A Fateful Meeting [Andy]

It was a quick movement and unfortunately, perhaps both for Kamui and Elysia, it was not possible for Kamui to really go for her wrist. As she pivoted the initial strike would naturally move way from the effective grasp of Kamui's wrist joint throw. It was no longer an option and consequently, Kamui would not further pursue it. It did however mean he was in a far better position to respond to the continued assault of the girl's limbs. As the foot swiveled around and hurled itself at his knee join, Kamui pushed off the ground, leaping straight in to the air. The leg careened harmlessly beneath him, but at the outset it would appear that Kamui had left himself completely vulnerable, completely open. The first that was heading straight for his sternum was encroaching upon a helpless, airborne adversary. Or, more accurately, it seemed like it would hit that airborne, helpless adversary.

The fist seemed to go through him. In fact, up until the fist actually went through the body before them, it looked as if Kamui had lost the game altogether. Unfortunately for Elysia, what she had struck through was an optical illusion. The Kasumi Gake had activated as soon as Kamui left the ground, leaving behind an after image of his movement, the visage of the man vanishing mere moments after he had been impaled by Elysia's fist. Ideally, before Elysia could realize what had happened, Kamui's heel would descend upon the small of her back. Kamui, having gone over top of her with the Kasumi Gake, had positioned himself behind her, looking to deliver a sharp kick in between her shoulder blades, with enough force to send her flying across the room and in to one of the padded walls, but not enough to cause any real damage outside of the pain associated. Regardless of whether or not she managed to avoid the attack, Kamui's jump arc would continue, catching himself with his arms slightly bent as he'd roll along the ground, performing a picturesque somersault that led straight back in to his ready stance, angled toward where the girl would have been, with a high, narrow stance that kept his elbows close to the body arms positioned across the vitals of the centerline.

"Good, Hayden is far too shallow a goal. You forgot one crucial part of his success, however. Others taught him, as he taught you. Humans succeed by building upon the experience of others. You will not catch him on your own. Help can be yours, if you truly prove you are both worthy and that you desire it."

She was reckless, there were two choices she could have made with her assault. There was the safe way, of throwing sequential attacks that afforded her the chance to defend herself at the cost of potential offensive reward...or she could do what she did and try to throw so many attacks that she overwhelmed her opponent, with no regard to her own well being. She chose the latter...and it most likely bit her on the behind. However it was an admirable quality and one that Kamui could possibly mold...if he was able to instill some form of common sense in to the girl she could be a real threat. Here was to hoping.

Kamui's playful, stoic grin simply widened as she got back to her feet, more angry than wounded at his daring to strike her. That was good. As proficient as Kamui was with his martial arts, raw strength and the damage it could create was never it. If he was not applying Chi to his strikes, as he had not done thus far, the actual damage Kamui could do was remarkably small. At least comparatively to many beings in this world. Kamui's abilities were far more...esoteric in nature than raw destructive power. As such, he was not expecting her to be put down from a simple kick to the back, but even still it was surprising that she was so willing to get right back up and run at him. Then again, she was an inherently stubborn person, she could very well be experiencing all sorts of pain and demonstrating none of it outwardly. Kamui watched quietly as the wheels churned in her head. No, she wasn't going to play defense, that wasn't her style, she wasn't able to slow down. It was an admirable trait, it was going to get her killed, but it was admirable.

"And think of where you could be if you weren't."

Of course it was impressive. There was a lot to be said for her ability to get to where she was at simply on her own merits, even if she learned her abilities from studying others which, in and of itself, made her not especially self-taught. The problem however lied in the fact that while she could watch, learn, and understand the basics of other people's moves, she was not able to to think beyond that. Her thoughts were super linear, super direct, super straight forward and, if tempered, that could be a substantial strength. However, without that, with simply her own directionless straight line, she would eventually reach a wall she could not climb past solely on her own abilities. He wanted to, for his own selfish reasons mind you, give her the tools to climb that wall or, better yet, to blow right through it. Which appeared to be what she wanted to do to him.

Kamui was rushed at and, at first, did not give up any ground. He was expecting an attempt to carry out her threat, a strike at his ribs. What he was not expecting was what came next, it was a rather good maneuver. Her attempt to knock away his hands worked, to an extent. As her arms shot forward toward him, Kamui back pedaled one pace, moving entirely out of the way of her move and keeping his hands more than unperturbed, what would not go unperturbed however was his chest. There were advantages to being the kind of calm, calculated, analytic fighter that Kamui was. It was difficult to outmaneuver him in a conventional manner and he was very, very talented about cornering his opponent with their own moves. However, the strongest swordsman in the world need not fear the second strongest swordsman, they will both do the proper thing and the better warrior will win. No, who he needs to fear is the random peasant holding a blade for the first time. Not because they are better, but because they do not do what they should. Kamui was expecting further rampant aggression from her, a headbutt, a knee strike, a flying elbow. What he was not expecting was what had allowed her to land her first quasi-hit upon him. Kamui, surprisingly, was watching everything but her breasts...for once. He kept track of her limbs her head, her feet, everything but the thing she rammed in to him with. He was not sure if she was intentionally playing on his "weakness" as a pervert but it was a clever maneuver nonetheless. The woman's breasts collided with Kamui's chest and she did not have much trouble shoving him back and in to the wall, her chest squishing against his being a rather enjoyable experience despite the situation. However, his arms were still free. Kamui's hands were quick to move and instead of going to one of the zones he had marked for targeting, his hands quickly shot to wrap around her wrists a few moments before the pair of them collided in to the wall.

"I can make you stronger, even quickly too. The training will be painful though, both physically and emotionally. I only ask for one thing in return as well."

Kamui's facial expression had not changed from the second she met him, even through all of this. It was a good tactic, she had effectively identified two potential weaknesses in her opponent, the first being his fascination with her breasts and the second being that he seemed to be smaller, physically weaker, and in need of room to move. She seemed to have gotten the perfect situation to defeat her opponent, having him pinned against the wall, but the question that came next was if she'd be willing to go for it without consideration. There was always a threat, always a chance that the glorious opening that was seen was not there at all, was a facade, was a trap. What oh what would she do?