A Fateful Meeting [Andy]

Kamui had what he wanted. The girl had demonstrated two things, chiefly, during their interaction. She was willing to be underhanded. As he had iterated before, the most important thing in a fight wasn't strength, or speed, or even intelligence, the most important thing was the fighter's ability to do the disgusting thing, the disturbing thing, the victor was usually the one who was able to sink the lowest without losing themselves. She understood that, she knew where he line was and was willing to push that line down. The second most important thing was understanding the opponent before you and knowing how to exploit what they wanted. Everyone wants something, everyone has some kind of win condition. The hand to hand fighter wants to be in close range, the magician wants distance, Kamui wants tits. Understanding what you want and understanding what your opponent wants was the core component of victory. Intentionally or otherwise, the woman had identified that Kamui's objective was her breasts and that her objective was close quarters combat. Using this information she'd effectively trapped him and used the information available to her. He was proud, if he was being perfectly honest, he had gotten quite excited.

Then she went and ruined it. Had she simply gotten lucky before and in fact did not understand the tactics she had displayed? Did she actually think that any of that was something Kamui wanted? That he even remotely cared about such ambiguously moral, subjective concepts such as good? Kamui shook his head, softly disappointed at the voluptuous woman pinning him against the wall. His words weren't condescending, they were more disappointed than anything but they definitely did not carry the same mocking tone he'd utilized the majority of their little interaction. It was far more sad and let down.

"No, I don't care what you do with it. "Good" is such a flimsy concept. I ask for only two things. The first is loyalty..."

There was something that she did not quite appreciate. Not every sense processed information at the same speed. In most cases, the difference is negligible, but tactile information, or touch, was processed at point zero two seconds quicker than visual stimuli. Normally, that wouldn't even be noticeable but in life or death situation, in combat, point zero two seconds made all the difference, and Kamui himself was a master of wing chun, a style that emphasized reading these acute muscle movements, the small shifts in the humanoid body whenever it moved. He knew what she was doing almost instantly. However, Kamui, like her, very much appreciated the "go big or go home" philosophy. He didn't need to stop her kick, he just needed to hit all six points before her knee connected.

As the knee hurtled toward his chest, Kamui, for the first time, demonstrated just how fast he was...and how slow everything she'd seen thus far had been. His hands quickly released her wrists and shot back, angled down to quickly move to grasp each of the woman's rather plump ass cheeks. Then in a flash his hands orbited around her body, elevating in the process and attempting to grasp each of her breasts rather firmly in his palms for put a moment, his mind supplying the honk sound internally as his right hand trailed away and shot down between her legs, hoping to leave a rather lingering palm there. Even with his speed however, there were only so many actions he could hope to achieve in the time it took for her knee to travel all of a few feet. The limb drilled straight in to Kamui's chest and in turn, drilled him in to the padded wall. He had been kneed hard enough that the padding on the wall had even been popped off it's bearings. It hurt, but Kamui wasn't the type to show it, instead he had the same little smile on his face that he'd maintained through their entire encounter. She had won, but Kamui intended to finish out the game all the same and reach the climax of their little tryst.

"Loyalty...and Sacrifice."

Sacrifice was going to be dual meaning, despite Kamui not meaning it to be so. He had suspected, but he didn't really know just how painful his next action would be...and if he had it would have been what he'd have tried to do first. Showcasing the speed he had utilized before, Kamui shoved the knee against his gut away and pushed off the wall, shooting forward toward her and moving to press his lips to her rather forcefully, engaging her in a rather aggressive kiss. It was not the sacrifice he was intending however, as pleasant as finally kissing her would be, it was but a smokescreen for what he planned to do next. Kamui's opposite hand, the one that did not push her knee away, would quickly go to her navel, layering his palm over the soft skin of her tight stomach. It was then that she would begin to feel what he was doing. The Juin began to, forcibly, etch itself in to his skin. It would start as a tingling sensation, a tickle at her navel, before the change would begin. Heat would sweep through her body, a heat that would continue to ramp up with each second. She would quickly begin to feel weak, as if she'd be suffering from the flu for weeks as her limbs would grow weaker and weaker. For twenty whole seconds her blood would feel like it was boiling, like she was set on fire from the inside out. Kamui held on to her through it, surprisingly gently considering what they had just been doing for the past few minutes, as the Juin took hold of her body. It was a comforting embrace, an entirely different persona than he'd displayed this whole time. He doubted she'd appreciate the security, but at the moment he didn't quite care. She was his now, she carried the Juin and as such, she was also his responsibility. He gently set her down on the padded floor near the end of the transformative effect, he doubted she wanted him touching her any more than he had to. It would take her sometime to adjust to the energy now flooding through her body, but Kamui had faith in her.

"You will recover partially in a few more minutes, completely by tomorrow. You'll feel the strength a few days past that."