What's New Pussycat?[Amaranta, Ryo ]

"Come on, come on. Admit it. One knockout punch and you would've been a goner."

The sun-kissed arrancar could hardly contain her booming laughter as remained atop the woman for a few moments, relishing in her defeat. An entertaining reaction, to be sure, but there was something to be admired about her grit and tenacity. Few alone would even dare step to her, let alone claim they would walk away victorious. She was brimming with potential as a warrior.

Some finesse there, a bit of strategy and cunning, and she'd truly be someone to be feared. Even that ability of hers to manipulate the earth around her promised unique skills. Rising from the ground, she offered her hand with a prideful grin, an expression radiating clear excitement.

"Overall, you were pretty good. At the very least, you aren't a novice. Like I thought, you've definitely got what it takes to eventually have your bark match your bite."

"Heh, don't you worry. Whenever you do win, I'll probably start developing a fascination for ya and lay on the charms, Ry-Ry."

Grinning from ear to ear, fierce azure piercing into ruby crimson, Amaranta ruffled the woman's hair as she lorded over her for a moment, relishing in her victory. Normally, she would've never celebrated so small a win, but Ryo's prior confidence and her reaction in the aftermath was absolutely delightful. How could she not tease the crimson-haired brat for her insolence?

Of course, as she pulled her from the ground properly, no longer pressed against her in a compromising position, Amaranta carefully rummaged around her pockets for her mobile device, tossing it inside Ryo's direction. Since this was a blossoming rivalry, they needed to keep in touch, right?

"Rivals need to keep in contact, right? I'm all about fateful encounters and reunions and all that cool shit you see in anime, but I like you. I want to see where that fiery attitude takes you. Not my style, but... hey, if our crimson-haired heroine's in a pinch, her leonine rival doesn't mind helping her out every now and then. "

"Didn't need to! I make my own titles. That's kind of a package deal when you interact with yours truly."

Booming with laughter, Amaranta shrugged her shoulders as she caught the phone within her palm and placed it within her pocket. What an interesting woman. Even after losing, she hardly possed the look of defeat about her. She was pouty, sure, but hardly anything close to defeated. Another winning trait in the eyes of the Lioness.

"Plus, you've already entered your number in my phone. Obviously, I'm taking that as a yes. Don't be ashamed of it, though. Some people simply can't resist a charming gal like myself, ya know? Comes with the territory."