The Trouble I Love[Amaranta, V ]

Ever since her little scuffle in Africa, entertainment proved difficult to come by. Everyone seemed focus on that place in particular, but what was so special about that place really? A guy promises her it'll be entertaining, and all she leaves with is a poor excuse of a good show. In retrospect, she probably should have fought on the other side. They had all enemies of varying difficulty she could have sunk her teeth into. Alas, no use in crying over the past. It's spoiled milk, and she hates the smell of it, so her mind is clearly focusing on what to do in the present.

For one, she probably needed to get out of Khaana's home and start her day. That would be ideal. With all the attention likely on hollows now, it would not be feasible to go marching into the public area. Maybe she'll dance somewhere around the outskirt, or maybe she'll tempt fate. If a Shinigami confronts her, she'll just send them back to the Soul Society. Those thoughts in mind, Amaranta rises up, throwing on an ideal set of clothes - donning an outfit reminiscent of a biker - and exits the house. Since she had no fear whatsoever to begin with, she decides to walk around in an area where the neighbors knew her most. It isn't fully tempting fate, but whatever. She's not exactly in the fighting mood. A leonine lady just wanted a chill day. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course... that didn't mean she would turn down a good fight if it stared her right in the face.

Scratch that. Maybe she was in a fighting mood. Sure, this bunny-eared bitch hadn't said anything to provoke her necessarily, but the leonine woman started shit over way less. It was the venomous hiss that caught her attention the most. Turning back in her general direction, a lopsided grin on her face, Amaranta walked past the woman, purposely bumping into her again. Honestly, what the fuck did she care for an apology? To hell with apologies, she simply wanted to stir the shit. What better way to derive some entertainment out of agitating this chick with the peculiar appearance? It was almost free real state, really. Of course, if she retaliated ferociously, she might have to shift locale elsewhere. Avoid stirring up too much trouble in this neck of the woods. Otherwise, Khaana would chew her ear out about it.

"Whoopsie! How clumsy of me~"

"Whoa now, lady. Simmer down. You'll wake the whole neighborhood up yelling like that."

Amaranta chortled loudly even with her body being pushed a few meters backward. What a welcomed reaction. She was really upset now, wasn't she? Ah, Amaranta had long since forgotten what it felt like to agitate others for no rhyme or reason. An amusing pastime that had fell out of favor for a while, yet she still welcomed the bursts of exhilaration it afforded. Flashing a mocking grin, Amaranta shrugged her shoulders as she settled into a stance that left multiple openings, as if she didn't even acknowledge the cute bunny as a legitimate threat. Disrespectful in both posture and stance. How hard could she hit? At present, that was the sole question that occupied her mind. If things got a little hectic, though, she'd probably have to drag her elsewhere.

"I need some entertainment today. Come on, little bunny. Entertain me."

"Whaddya know? The wabbit has some bite to her punch! Impressive."

It was inherently true that normal eyes likely would have missed the unimpeded attack V launched just now, even more so that the average human would have been turned into a fine paste. Fortunately, Amaranta was neither normal nor average, and unequivocally far from anything that could be considered outside of her appearance. The hit to her face connected without any notion of defense on the leonine woman's part. A small drip of blood trickled from her nose only to be licked up without a trace. Curious to see the the full scope of her strength, Amaranta widened her arms as she lifted a her leg upward to push the woman back, treating her as though she were a petulant child stepping out of line.

"Show me more of that, eh?"

Voicing that challenge with all the bravado of a woman who viewed herself as the superior, Amaranta prompted her to indulge her anger further by beckoning her forward.

"Oh yeah? Show me the error of my ways then, Bunny."

Ah, it was truly a stroke of fortune for V, then, that pain equaled nothing but pleasure for someone like Amaranta. What may have been viewed as danger from her perspective was nothing short of welcomed bliss to the leonine woman as she the high speed kick crashed against her ribs, moving her body back by a few inches. Since she was no martial artist in nature, each reaction was more akin to a predatorial animal reacting to its prey's attacks rather than any techniques practiced over several years. Amaranta shifted her feet from side to side as she chuckled heartily. In that next instant, her body shot forward to meet her again as she closed the short distance between them to throw a series of haymakers at her to test that defense.

"Let's see if you can move as good as you hit!"