Brawling By The Congo [Catherine, Gaoh]

She was really not liking how this one was speaking to her, gaze pinned on him. She knew full well what this moron wanted.

"If you wanted a fight, you could've just asked, dumbass." Her response came out sharp and fast, her knee hopping in some form of fidget as she remained seated, "Big jackass barely took much out of me, other than teeth. Even those are coming back in, see?"

She'd give a big mean smile, presenting her nearly restored pearly whites, as emphasis.

Gaoh was surprised by the forwardness, apparent on his face with widened eyes. Chuckling, his smile widened. He wasn't going to say no, of course. But he did have a question or two.

Answers to be found with their fists.

"In spite of, or out of spite?" A step forward as he spoke, an arm drawing back and firing forward in the same motion. A piston aimed for Catherine's stomach, little more than a lovetap, the swing of a hammer. A leg pushing forward, opposite arm swinging sideways, separated by the 'm's of a moment. Enough to plant Catherine on her back, if he gauged correctly.

Punch, sweep, strike. Effective, classical. Painful. Practiced as it was, Gaoh was confident in his ability to followup. In the better scenario - well, he gauged wrong. A surprise would be welcome from the woman. Something different from thinly veiled anger.

It hardly took much suggestion for her to take the hint to get up, a hand coming down upon his incoming fist, easily redirecting and twisting the force down to inflict an injury with a strength superhuman, her hand tight on his wrist as she'd be quick to answer the following attacks. Hardly a thought needed - her free arm moving in to do a similar movement of grabbing and twisting the incoming limb a painful amount, the flutter of green light that harkened the appearance of Bringer Light reinforcing her movement's speeds as her strength delivered a cruel snapping force unto his body to disable him. A mere forearm's bracing was enough to halt his incoming swing.

"Owww~ That hurt sooo bad." A mocking tone left her lips as a foot underneath her dragged in a sweeping motion in front of her, pulling the souls in the dirt underfoot to suddenly shift, pulling the rug out from her own opponent in an unexpected move to knock him off balance and ground him.

"No way that's all you got."

A surprise it was! Where Catherine lacked in speed, she augmented it. Good strength to back it up, stinging, but nothing lasting. Underestimated, surely.

Still - well within the scope. A short climb.

Gaoh's balance gave way underneath her sweep, heel pushing back and inwards, hip balancing against the ground as he spun. An elbow would swing around from the woman's periphery, aimed cleanly at her jaw. No intention to give her many options - force her to attempt to disengage, use the opening to launch a gut blow. If she aimed to block, or retain her grip, a push and a kick instead; a headbutt if she forced closer, a backhanded punch with the extended arm if she reeled - A to B through Z. How many moves could she see? How far ahead?

Gaoh would aim to stand back to height, pulling off the top of his gi. Muscle taught, grin widening with sincerity. "Not bad! But you need to work on answering questions."

Now this was a little bastard! Her mouth curved into an unnaturally excited grin as that elbow came for her jaw, pulling her head backwards as to avoid the strike yet greedily keep that captured arm held. So he was trying to put pressure on her, huh? Well she'd weigh out this little gamble, how good was this Arrancar at applying?

Punches, kicks, and so on, she weaved and tossed through each of them, her heart pounding in her chest - THIS was the kind of energy she liked in a fight! Fine then, the guy wanted her to let go? Oh, she'd let go alright - Yanking by that held arm, she easily could bring the man up and over her head, like throwing a pillow as she'd vault his body across the clearing; however he felt like stopping himself, she didn't care - she'd lunge for her spear and shield, clear craftsmanship of the hollows she'd slain.

"How about..." She feigned a thinking pose, as her Bringer Light would abruptly bring her within striking distance, nothing more than a blur on the eye as her voice grew rough, a manic smile on her features "Ask questions worth answering!"