Naval Confrontation Problem (Odette)

[Mathis Ambrose]

It was mid-day in the kingdom of Illusia today. However, with the constant smog that filled the air, the sun could not break through making it still seem like night. One would say that it was the price to pay for the industialism that had prospered in Illusia. At the docks, if one were to look out to sea, they could see sunlight way out in the distance. To have the sun's rays and brightness shine down upon you in normality...it was something the Crimson Hunter was not too interested in. Walking around the streets was the murderous pirate Mathis Ambrose. He was dressed in his usual sophisticated suit with the red overcoat and hat. He always did stick out harshly from a crowd due to his unique attire. However, he didn't mind because he would shoot and kill anyone that tried to start something with him.

It was his nature...his bloodlust. He enjoyed watching people suffer and bleed, only to pitifully beg for their lives before they were ended. He had yet to find someone that he couldn't pull the trigger at, which he longed for badly. Ah, well maybe he would find a person one day. As Mathis walked down the streets, he glanced at the people walking by him through his orange glasses. he wore them more as a way to hide the red color of his eyes. It was rare to see anyone with such a color. The orange glasses with their similar color would hide that fact. Mathis would wonder into the richer area of town, since his attire was more suited to someone expected to reside in this area. There were a couple wealthy people and nobles walking around, glancing at Mathis every so often. It was normal, and a malicious grin would cross his face.

Under his breath, he would mutter to himself so the others around him wouldn't hear and panic. "The nobles around here using their wealth as power. Oh how I would love to teach them what fear and power is, but it would be so bothersome to cause a commotion in broad daylight. If these swines are still out at night, I think I'd enjoy a little "art display". There was not much to do today, as he was still not able to just readily leave the kingdom. He would continue to wander around the streets, stopping and looking into store windows, or resting at benches every so often for about 15 minutes or so. Maybe something interesting would happen today that would relieve his boredom.

[ODETTE FIORE]

"Bleeeh... such shitty sky's as always." The great Black Swan Odette mumbled as she stood on the edge of a roof top. The wind blowing her beautiful gold tied back hair in the wind. It whipped around in the air as a burst of air blew at her. Taking her whip from her hip she cracks the whip towards a strong tree branch. Jumping off the roof. She swings to the ground, her cloths and hair dancing in the winds. There she lands so softly and quietly. Not a sound was made from her landing. Retracting the whip from the tree she rolls it up and places it back onto her hip. Of course many eyes focused on her. Not just because she's beautiful, but from swinging into the streets while using a whip.

Odette likes to have great entrances into new scenes. It makes everyone set there eyes on her. Making everyone take note that she's not normal. Though more of the crazy note. Someone appearing like that is someone to stay away from. Well only the gutless would avoid her after that entrance. Odette brushed some stray hair from her face. Though its all for not. She'll just half to fix it over and over. Hair is evil like that. She walked around, seeing things she'd like to buy but can't afford, for she is cheep with money. Though spoiling her self wouldn't be all that bad would it? She wonders that sometimes but her mind always reminds her that spoiling leads to weakness. She will not have that, not one bit.

Odette will become the best marine there is. No matter what she may half to do. She will have the marines kneeling before her as there boss. It shall happen as soon as possible. No fool will get in her way. Not one single jerk will beat her. To the race to the top of the world government. All shall die and be crippled if anyone gets in her way. For she is brutal and unkind to those who dare harm her chances. No doubt about it.

[Mathis Ambrose]

As Mathis walked down the streets in boredom, he half felt like gunning down people where they stood, but did not do so due to the boredom itself. He planned on heading to a bar to relax before heading down to the pier later tonight. However, this plan changed when Mathis noticed an odd woman swinging down from a rooftop via a whip. The people on the streets, himself included, stared in curiosity over the woman. With his curiosity came questions, ideas, intrigue, and mischievous smile. The woman didn't look like she was some average person, so an interaction with her would could cure his boredom. Though would the interaction lead be peaceful or turn violent. He pushed more towards the latter in his mind.

Mathis would walk towards the woman, his smile still present. He examined her quickly through his orange glasses to try and gather some quick info on her. He would be clapping as he walked, applauding her performance before speaking. "Bravo; bravo indeed miss. Quite the interesting maneuver you did there. One wouldn't expect a lady to be jumping off of rooftops so boldly like that." He spoke in a half sarcastic, half praising tone to see what her reactions would be. "I can tell that you are not a normal citizen. If you were, then I don't think you'd be doing such stunts so carelessly. Makes me curious on where you're from. If you were from here I'd think I'd know an interesting lady like you."

Mathis would think for a moment before coming up with a question that he needed to ask. It would determine how the conversation would play out. "Now a very important question for the Miss before me. Are you a pirate or a marine? Something tells me that you are one of the two. We don't see either around here very much, so it is important to know." If she said marine, he saw violence. If a pirate.....there would probably not be violence, or not as much of it. Mathis would reach into his coat to grab one of his flintlocks, waiting to see what her answer would be.

[ODETTE FIORE]

The street she was now in was very nice looking. Much better than being on the roof tops where she could act depressed about the sky. She looked around, thinking of where she should go or what she should do now that she is here. She doesn't really know anyone here. It made her feel alone and uncertain of this kingdom. She felt that she needed to keep up on her toes. To keep an eye out for trouble. And to be smart about what she says to whom she meets. Her eyes scanned the area, stopping on a man in red. One that has approached her about her dramatic entrance to the street. She took a good long look at him while he spouted crap she didn't really care for.

To her it really isn't a big deal to jump off a roof top and enter a street the way she is. Though she has never done it in this town. And even if she had many times. No one would get use to someone entering a street by whip and off a roof top. Maybe she's a little stuck up to think it was nothing like when a rich person is told that they have a lot of cash when they don't think its anything at all. She can't help what she thinks about things like that. She listened to the man, not saying a word until he has finished speaking. For in her mind it is only proper to listen first. "Well aren't you a funny fucker." A harsh reply to his comments. She felt insulted by his comments. Though mostly fore the questioning of weather she be Pirate or be Marine. Yes this was a funny comment to say when you first meet another.

"Well I can not tell a lie. Simply because it would be improper and because there really is no need to lie to a man that slips his hand into his coat." She placed her hand on her whip she had used earlier. "It is obvious what shall unfold after I answer your question. I don't even think it matters which side I'm on. You obviously want to kill something. But I must say not today. For I won't lose to a bastard of the likes of you." She took her whip off her hip and let it unroll. Ready to whip the crap out of this jerk. "And finally my answer. I am a Marine." She focused her eyes on this man as if he was a fly and she was reading to smack it to the ground. Squishing the life out of him.

[Mathis Ambrose]

A marine, and a woman one to add. Oh the fun that he was going to have today. She had a nasty attitude and didn't seem to interact with others well. With her words, the bloodlust boiling inside Mathis would grow, wanting to spill over and spill her blood. Oh the joy he would get from hearing her yell in pain in front of an audience before ending her life. "Well well...Seems like our Miss Marine has quite the mouth on her. Such harsh words to someone you just met. I thought the Marines taught their sows how to be respectful to those around them. However, I guess undignified pigs to slip through the cracks no matter which side a person may be on. I'll just have to teach you some manners on how to speak to a person that compliments you."

Mathis would jump back landing 2 meters away, sliding half a meter back. He would pull out an elegantly designed black flintlock pistol with silver trimmings. He noticed the whip the marine was carrying, thinking of how is could be a problem and how it could also be used against her. Whips were tricky little devils that were not a mainly used weapon around the world these days. Mathis would quickly aim his pistol at the marine's head and fire, a metal ball firing out towards her. He didn't figure that it would hit, though if it did, then this battle would have been started for nothing. A boring quick kill not worth a damn, and blood spilt not worthy to be soaked into the ground. He figured though that she would be an interesting challenge for him.

Several thoughts went through his head at that moment. There weren't many marines in Illusia currently. It made him curious on why she was here. She could just be sightseeing today, though he would keep the thought that she was here for a distinct purpose in his mind. "First lesson for our mannerless marine: Proper introductions. It is polite to introduce yourself to your peers when engaged with them. Mathis Ambrose; the Crimson Hunter at your service. It is a pleasure to meet you. Your turn to introduce yourself before I make you squeel like the sow you are." Rather harsh words, meant to pull a reaction from her. He needed to gauge as much as possible with this woman before doing anything complex.

[ODETTE FIORE]

"I'm only harsh towards you because you spout bullshit. You don't care about what you complimented me on." She believed that he was a lying jerk. And one that called her a sow. How dare he insult her with such a mean word. She wasn't really that hurt by his comment. Words should not effect a woman of her stature. She stared at him then the ground. Her manners where called into question. She felt that she had done wrong by being harsh to him. They did just meet for the first time. She wondered why she jumped to being rude. Maybe it was because they have similar firey personality's. Or maybe she just doesn't like the vibe she gets from this jerk.

She watched him jump back a meter or two. Odette gripped her hand tightly to her whip and swayed it left then right. She watched him closely and kept her body loose and able to react quickly. As soon as the red fellow pulled out his gun. Odette dived to the left thinking he's a quick shooter. And she does not want to be gunned down. Standing still won't do crap for her. So of course she needs to be a spring and bounce. Though as she dived out of the way she rolled to her feet and cracked her whip at him. Aiming for his gun hand. With her great accuracy she just might hit that hand. Though if he's swift enough. It may be all for not. Good thing she's back on her feet. So dodging will happen again if this is a failure. She'll half to ring his neck one way or another.

[Mathis Ambrose]

The counter attack began. The woman moved to dodge the bullet before taking her whip and lashing it forward. It was as he planned for her to do, so now he could move on with what he had planned. He would move forward about half a meter before putting the arm that had the gun in his hand (left arm), so that the instead of the whip hitting his hand, it would wrap around his arm. The sting and tightness from the bind caused a bit of pain to surge through his arm for a couple moments, but it was something he could deal with. He quickly pulled his arm back to try and keep the woman from pulling him. "Did you ever learn the downside of using a whip? It can leave you open to unsuspecting occurrences like so." With his free hand (right hand), he would reach into his coat once more, pulling out a second flintlock looking just like the one in his other hand.

He would aim at her chest this time before firing the second flintlock. He hoped that she would do one of several things. She would let go of her whip to try and dodge or get it and give him his advantage. He wanted her to bleed, to yell, to feel pain. He enjoyed so much making other people suffer, regardless of any discrimination. In the back of his mind, the thought of not killing her popped up since she was a woman. He could cause plenty of trouble just fighting her to the point where she could no longer move, which would go well for a first encounter. However, he knew that she was no pushover like many of the citizens in Illusia, so getting her to that point would not be some simple walk in the park. If he did come out victorious and leave her alive, he may regret it later.

"Bullshit huh? That's quite a claim coming from someone who doesn't even introduce herself to an acquaintance. I merely made verbal observations on a woman who caught some interest. I tend to do that so I know as much as possible about someone I may very well leave bleeding on the cold ground. Oh, to see someone suffer so. It fills me with such excitement." He would let out a maniacal laugh as the battle continued, giving a small sight to his more insane side. He wanted to find someone who didn't give him the desire to slaughter. This woman was not that person, so he would not hold back.

[ODETTE FIORE]

Just as she thought, this turd is a scum bag. The sort of guy that needs to be locked up in impel down. And the key to never be seen again. Such a cocky bastard. Thinking he's all that by countering her attack. Holding the end of her whip tight to his hand. Making sure she can't pull him. But why would she want to pull him in the first place. There are other ways of using him to her advantage. Of course this fool would have another gun. He's obviously the type of guy that would care more than one weapon. And to have many tricks she knows nothing about. Even though he's a jackass, she might actually enjoy this fighting encounter.

She grinned as he aimed for her chest. And as he aimed, she placed her other hand onto her whip. Timing his movement and ready for the right second to dodge. This silly man thought she had no choice but to let go of the whip. He thought completely wrong. She lifted her toes placing her weight on her heals. And as she saw that trigger finger move she pulled herself toward him moving her toes up higher as she slid across the ground enough to lean far back. Close the ground in one quick move. Yet again dodging his guns bullet. She hoped he would let go of the whip and fire off his gun again. So she may get her whip back and dodge another bullet.

[Mathis Ambrose]

The woman would dodge his bullets, which Mathis was rather surprised about. Not many people he encountered could simply dodge his bullets, even though flintlocks weren't fast enough to be unadvoidable. She probably expected him to release her weapon to give himself better maneuverability. However, he had other plans. "You're quite the quick young lady. Though you are a marine so it's expected. It'll just make seeing you choke on your own blood as you beg for mercy." Mathis was twisted in his own mind; a beast without a master. This woman didn't seem like she would be able to control him, so she had no reason to live in his mind. With a maniacal grin, he would run forward at her, still pulling at the whip to keep her on as short a leash as possible.

Mathis didn't figure that the woman would give up her weapon all too easily, which gave him a slight advantage. The radius in which she would be in was limited to the current length of the whip not wrapped around his arm. It did make Mathis's plans for attack a bit more complicated since it was difficult to reload a flintlock with just one hand. He would need to get in close to subdue her before continuing with his plans. The question was on how to go about it. Close combat was not Mathis' forte, so he would be at a disadvantage, especially with only one hand accessible. His only consolation was that he had the woman on a "leash".

As Mathis ran towards her, he would head in low since she dodged low last time. Coming to a sliding halt, Mathis would attempt to jab the gun in his right hand into her gut. If it worked, he expected it to at least knock the wind out of her and give him an opening if not immobilize her for a few moments. With his right foot, he would bring it around with his leg in hopes of sweeping her off her feet to knock her to the ground. If successful, it would be a wonderful start to ending this marine's life today. Would it be that easy though? He figured that it wouldn't.

[ODETTE FIORE]

She felt like she was on a roll. Dodging two bullets such ease, so it would seem. It puts a lot of strain on her body when she dodges such a fast moving object. Its all about timing when you dodge a bullet. Thats why she needs to be careful because she can't always dodge the bullet. She's bound to make a mistake. Which could get her wounded. The muscles of her arms were burning as she was still on a diagonal position. Hanging off of the whip. She waited for the Ambrose to make his move so she may make her own move. "Don't be a fool, I will never beg for mercy." She bit her lip as he insulted her. How weak does he think Odette is.

As he came forward, the whip became loose. She new exactly what he wanted to do with that gun. This jerk wanted to knock the wind out of her. Though in this angle its hard to dodge. So she let herself drop to the ground and lifted her leg up as high as she could as she dropped. Aiming for a crotch kick and possibly flip him over her and to the ground behind her. A kick to the crotch would hurt a lot at the speed he's going at. Which will be hard for him to dodge. Though if he can dodge at the last moment he'd probably end up rolling across the ground which if he doesn't let go of her whip. He might get wrapped up in the whip with her. Which could prove as a very close embarrassing invasion of space.

[Mathis Ambrose]

This woman was getting annoying with all her dodging. She didn't go on the offensive, or even the defensive. She just dodged as much as possible. Ambrose could not enjoy a battle where the target didn't fight back enough to where he could be in danger himself. As he got close, the woman dropped to the floor and attempted to kick him in the crotch as a counter move. It was a very clever one since he did not really have time to move out of the way. He couldn't let go of the whip to try and protect himself, because then that would make everything he's done to this point pointless. He had to come up with something quick, or else he'd be in quite a bit of pain with the effect of movement difficulty to put it mildly.

Ambrose would put his right hand downward as the kick came up. The leg would hit it hard, putting immense strain on his arm. He needed to alleviate the strain from the opposing forces, so by moving his arm slightly to the right, he was able to divert the force into his body to be knocked aside onto the ground, rolling across the cold floor. His right arm took a beating from protecting his manhood, though he saw it as a small price. However, from doing so he caused another problem. He had not let go of the whip just yet, so he was getting himself wound up in the whip.

He quickly noticed that as he was getting wound in the whip, he would also be caught up with the woman, putting them way closer than he had intended to be. As he came to an end of his rolling, he would be tied by the whip with the woman he was fighting. Bodies pressed against one another, with them face to face close enough to feel each other's breath. His arms were at his sides, preventing him from being able to really use his guns. They were on their sides with each other, which only made it slightly less troublesome than one being on top of the other. "Well here's a fine predicament we are in now. A pirate and marine tied together closely. Jumping so many steps just to get this close to me, and you didn't even introduce yourself yet; I'm surprised by you."

Ambrose didn't really show much emotional confusion from this. He didn't plan on being with this marine, so it would not affect him. However, he figured that the situation would affect her, especially if he did something he probably shouldn't. "Well since you wanted to get so close, I guess I can play along." He would then go to force a kiss upon her, hoping that it would fluster her mind to no end. In his mind, he was trying to figure out how to get free so he could continue fighting her.

[ODETTE FIORE]

The worst feeling of her entire life was being tied to this freak. And she was tied tightly. This mess was all this fools fault. Dodging a crock kick like that. He should of known they'd roll into a tied up invasion of space. It was warm, smelly and so very dirty because of all the rolling. She was oh so happy to not be laying on top of him. That would have been very gross and awkward. Though this is awkward enough for her. She struggled to get loose, wiggling around full of rage. Then suddenly she glared into the eyes of the enemy that she has been attached to. Fire burned in her eyes, the desire to rip him to pieces like a rabid wolverine filled her eyes.

"Ooooh shut up you brute." She wiggled again to get free. "You may find this amusing but I sure as hell don't. And my name is Odette Fiore." She said it, finally she told this jerk, told him her name. Of all the things to allow this puffed up pompous to know, is her name. There is nothing worse than to let your enemy know you more. Absolutely nothing could be worse. Until he lunged in for a kiss which set her right off the handle. She burned with rage, her glare was going nuclear. To think this bastard was touching something so pure. This man has stolen a kiss from a pure woman. "THATS IT, I'M OUT FOR BLOOD YOU PIGMENT CHALLENGED BASTARD!!!" She roared into his ear drums, followed by a heard head butt which would hurt her and him.

[Mathis Ambrose]

His last action set the woman that now introduced herself as Odette off something fierce. He figured she would become enraged and act accordingly, which would allow for more openings since she would attack in rage. Unfortunately, both of them were still tied together. He needed to fix that quick. Odette rammed her head into his, in which he pushed forward with his head to counter the force from her headbutt. By doing this he could could probably cause similar if not the same damage to her that he would take. When the collision happened, a surge of pain passed through Ambrose's head. a small bit of blood ran down the middle of his face, splitting into two streams at the nose and stopping at his mouth once he licked what blood was right there. Blood had finally been drawn, and it gave Ambrose more excitement.

"Blood's been drawn finally. The battle is finally getting interesting. Makes me want to torture you to death even more Miss Odette." Mathis squirmed to loosen up the whip that bound them both. He only needed enough room to be able to move his hands freely. When the whip loosened up enough to where he had a tiny bit of movement but did not set them free yet, he would turn his right hand which still held a gun and tried to jam it into Odette's left hip. He didn't care about getting hurt, so anything risky like putting a gun as point blank range where it could do collateral damage to him didn't matter. Of course he hadn't reloaded his flintlocks yet, so he couldn't put a bullet into her. However, he should be able to cause some pain and damage by jamming a gun barrel into her side.