Fightin' Dirty [Catherine, Sola]

The low hum of an engine purred the desolate wilds, blaring music spitting out from her earbuds as she steadily directed her motorcycle throughout the grounds. Earlier today was a scrap hunt, looking for places to tag and gradually scrape clean of components. Luckily the place hadn't attracted too many brave enough to go about cleaning the place of valuables, unless it was some mook getting paid good money.

As of now, she was feeling up for an exercise, deliberately having her spear and shield open and present to any onlookers to convey her intention, her helmet bearing a bird-like hollow mask design made up of fragments that occasionally scanned the perimeter with her gaze. This place attracted another party all together - the crazy types up for a challenge. The type to come here were definitely her type to fight, she'd crossed paths with a few already.

A sharp clack raked the flatlands, the pebble making contact with a suddenly thrown up shield rather than her wheel, the tiny stone splintering into shards from such a speedy strike against a harder surface. She grinned wickedly under her helmet - Bingo. Someone was here, and they were ready to do violence, just what she wanted. Her gaze looked to the fragments of stone on the ground, climbing off and killing the engine, engaging the bony lock for it's wheels she'd follow the pebbles' most probable trajectory, a demolished area with a spot that peeked to the outside. Slowly walking over, she'd do a quick check with her Signal - Yep, someone's there. Someone that could've put a pebble in her head if they so wanted to.

With a hop to the top of the opening, she'd peer down and see her lucky little fucker, "Well hey there scamp, did I disturb your day off or somethin'? Pretty damn rude to throw a pebble at a lady's bike."

The helmet on her head, alongside her weapons being front and center affirmed her intentions, but her posture of simply sitting atop the stable surface of the rubble told something additional, "You sure aren't a regular guy to be all the way out here all by your lonesome, huh? Are you a hollow? Don't see a nick of mask on you."

"Pretty shitty place to take a nap," She'd note with an air of casual, folding one leg over the other as she checked her surroundings for any additional threats. None, was safe to sit and chat. Given his current attitude she wasn't sure if she could get a fight out of him, but she'd been going the wastes for hours at this point and only ever got into skirmishes with animals - taking a break was hardly something she was stubborn against when she had a subject of interest.

"You know the nearest civilization's like twenty miles out, yeah? Here's hardly the place to be complaining about someone disrupting your nap; if it wasn't me, then it'd be one of those big uglies or small fanatics prowling about. Most aren't out here for much else but a challenge or are a bunch of poor suckers sent out to work from what i've seen."

Well someone's friendly. Her feet kicked boredly as she got a read on the situation; he clearly wasn't a normal human based off what her senses told her, yet clearly he was trying to pass as a typical guy to take a rest. She could take this anything between him not being the fighting sort, or he's being dismissive of her.

And oh, she did NOT like that latter possibility...

She wasn't gonna stand for being brushed off like that, especially after such a wonderful first impression of almost putting a hole in her wheel, "You know, it's too bad. I come out her to get into some fights, keep my blade sharpened..."

Her tone was oddly fluttery, conveying an aloof look as she'd look about everywhere but him, "...But it seems like I was in the wrong to stop here. Who am I to disrupt the tender sleepytime of a weak human that's just, oh so of such an impressive," A fleeting laugh accompanied that stressed word, her shoulders bobbing along as she'd continue, "low of intellect that they'd sleep in a wasteland! Ah, gosh, silly me! For thinking anyone worth the fight was here. No wonder you're all tucked up tight in this rubble, after all! Nice and hidden from all the scawry howwows~!"

Hopping to her feet, a grin plastered behind her mask, she'd shrug and wave her free hand briefly, "Oh well, no strong opponent, no reason to be here, I guess i'll just get going! Sorry for the disturb really, really!"

Ahh, her worst suspicions were correct; just made her want to beat his face in all the more. She'd halt her progression away, narrowing her eyes behind her helmet at the casual insults. All's fair in love and war when it came to insults and battle, "Big talk for somebody who looks like he takes it from behind. What, taking a break from your boyfriend or something? Those backshots must be real tiring if it's busted your brains hard enough to not recognize someone who can beat your ass."

Oh, and now he was going on to insult her work? Her skill? Yeah guy's leaving with more than his trap bloody today, "Awwh, fruitcup thinks I need my handiwork to fight him? Cute."

With little delay, she'd place her spear atop her shield, and set both of the heavy instruments of battle down on a stable surface. Her helmet followed, properly allowing her sunset-colored locks to flow and revealing her face.

"Get your ass out here, twinkie, i'm beating it black and blue."