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Log: Complete

When: March 28, evening
Rating: Teen
Characters: Jayne [

lady_turk]
Summary: A Turk and a whatever-Jayne-is run into each other on the street. Violence ensues. Somebody loses. Guns are probably involved.
Log:

Ever since he'd talked to that woman in red over the network, Jayne had been aching for activity that didn't involve working out, drinking, or target practice with empty cans. He'd selected two handguns, tucked his best knife in its sheath at his belt, and slung Vera over his shoulder before stalking off Serenity and onto the streets of the City. There was bound to be someone out there in desperate need of a whipping. Jayne would be more than happy to oblige.

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She was just going our for a little bit of a walk to burn off some excess energy. That was all. She just felt restless. Well, that was what the story she told everyone was, even if she did also admit to have been looking for a fight as well. She wasn't out looking to get killed again, but it was times like this that she really missed the other. They'd understand her need to beat the crap out of something with no questions asked.

So it was with this sort of aura around her, one that just screamed 'try and mess with me and see what happens,' that Elena walked around the City with. She had turned her head to look a passerby that had seemed to have glowing hair, so she never noticed when she bumped into someone along the way.

Jayne automatically brought Vera around as he pushed the woman away. "Aiya! What d'ya think yer doin'?" he demanded, not so much because he was offended, but because he knew a good opportunity for a fight when he found one. Though the woman didn't seem threatening at a glance, Jayne could read the signs. "Figures little girl like you ain't got the sense not t' run into a man carryin' loaded guns."

Even if she hadn't been in the mood to start trouble, being called a 'little girl' would have done it well enough on its own. Short of being called 'weak' or 'helpless' that was one of the best ways to get her mad. Feeling her temper start to boil, Elena snapped back. "I don't see any men around here. Just a little boy with a toy he probably doesn't even know how to use."

Oh, that tore it. No one insulted Jayne's competency with guns, and no one insulted Vera. Jayne chambered a round and leveled the gun at the stranger. "This here's the best damn gun in the 'verse. Took her off a man that wanted t' kill me. She's a Callahan full-bore auto-lock, customized trigger, double-cartridge thorough-gauge." He smiled as unpleasantly as was possible and added, "Now, you gonna apologize t' her?"

Leveling a flat, slightly bored glare at the barrel of the gun and then one at the man in front of her, Elena only raised an eyebrow. Was she really supposed to be scared? Shifting her weight ever so slightly, so as not to be noticed, Elena smirked, much like a predator that had found it's prey, and only said a single word as warning.

"No."

Then she kicked her right leg directly upwards so that it knocked the barrel out of her face, before turning and bringing it quickly down. Using the force that it had taken in the kick and taken and aiming another side-kick for the man's mid-section.

She was quick, and managed to catch Jayne in the stomach just hard enough to double him over before he could get clear. If she'd been a man, Jayne would have brought his knee up for a nice blow to the crotch to buy some time. Unfortunately, the move just wasn't as worthwhile with a woman, so instead he settled for grabbing his knife and taking a swipe at her leg.

Elena had to dodge and take a step back at the introduction of the knife, but she still wasn't worried. Big knife and all too, but still not something to be worried about. All she had to do was make him drop it. Which she tried to do by twisting to the side and then delivering a hard chop to his arm, closest to the wrist in an attempt to either lock it up or make his hand spasm and drop the knife.

Jayne clamped his mouth shut on a yell and somehow managed to keep hold of the weapon. His free hand closed grasped for the woman's arm, and he had every intention of throwing her to the pavement. Things like gentlemanly conduct had no place in a fight--not that Jayne worried much about manners anyway.

Unfortunately, size and weight were not something Elena had a great abundance of, even if she made up for it in other areas, so she was thrown on to the ground, knocking the breath out of her. However though, breath was not something she really needed right that second to counter. Reaching out and taking firm hold of an ankle, Elena pulled, and hard, before rolling to the side and getting up into a crouch, one knee resting on the street, with one fingertips lightly dancing on the surface as well. The other was readying itself in case she needed to reach for her own gun.

She didn't think she'd need it. Not really. She could take the guy out on her own, but she wasn't out to kill really. Just hurt a little. Or a lot. Depending on how he reacted.

"Ow! Gorram it!" Jayne lost his knife as his skull cracked against the pavement, though he still found the wherewithall to swear through the dizziness. Vera by now was well out of his reach, leaving him with two handguns and every dirty hand-to-hand trick he'd ever learned ... well, maybe not every. He was pretty sure he'd fall over if he tried a couple of them before his head stopped spinning.

Jayne didn't really want to kill the woman, but in his experience, guns were handy for making people duck. He grabbed the one holstered at his right and fired a few rounds.

Okay. The guy was at least getting a black eye for shooting at her. She had to repay that sort of favor somehow.

Lauching herself out of the crouch and away from the stream of bullets, Elena, instead of going for her gun and making the fight messier than it already was, flicked out her wrist to palm the knife she had sheath there. Good day to decide to wear it after all. Still dodging the bullets, Elena snap her arm back and threw the the knife right at the man's foot, even as she palmed the one strapped to her other wrist.

Another curse greeted the knife's entry into flesh, and Jayne suddenly got a little more serious about actually hitting the woman with his gunfire. The blow to the head kept him from employing his usual accuracy, and in his temper, he wasted an entire clip on shooting nothing.

A knife in his foot to keep him from running away effectively. And then take out the arm that was shooting, since his accuracy was affected by injuries taken during their fight. Elena felt a grin make its way onto her face as she snapped her arm back once more. It had been a while and the adrenaline rush had been sorely missed. Her mind was already jumping ahead several steps for the best way to end this little skirmish. Take out the arm and then rush in for a good old-fashion punch to the jaw. And since he had taken the first knife without stopping, she wouldn't have to hold back wondering if he had a glass-jaw or not.

"Tzao gao!"

Approval for the woman's quick reflexes turned into condemnation as she successfully executed her plan to take Jayne's right arm out of play. He scowled as the pain of his new injury caused him to drop his gun, but his left hand was already reaching for the last weapon he had on his person. His aim was better with the other hand, sure, but part of fighting was improvisation. He just hoped he could shoot something important and come out of this fight with his pride intact.

Of all the women in the city, he had to go and pick the cute blonde one that could kick his pee-goo.

Left hand going for something, and if Elena had to guess on personality, she'd liken it to be another gun. Which of course, would not do. She only had those two knives on her person and she still would have rather not pull out her gun as well.

Shifting more of her weight onto the balls of her feet, Elena used the shift to give herself a bit of a push off on her next step, curling up her fist and locking her arm into place, so that she could aim a punch at the lovely target of a jaw.

Jayne managed to get the gun halfway up before the woman's fist smashed into his jaw. The blow sent him reeling to the pavement, weaponless and in no shape to get back up again.

Well that had been fun. It wasn't quite what Elena had been hoping for, but it wasn't bad altogether. Letting out a little sigh, Elena knelt down to retrieve her knives, taking care to clean them, courtesy of the guy's shirt, and slip them back into the sheaths.

Now the question was to leave him there or to actually do something about his injuries? Well she wasn't nice enough to treat the foot injury by hand... Now would have been a good time to have brought some Cure materia with her.

Letting out a sigh and standing up, Elena gave the guy a small kick to the side for good measure, before deciding on the final answer. She'd get someone else to do it.

[ooc: Random NPC takes Jayne to the doctor or tends to the injuries and gives him the name 'Elena' sound okay?]

[OOC: Sure thing. *G* Was fun.]

[ OOC: Jr. says 'HAWT'. ]

[ooc: XD The things that turn these two on.]

[ OOC: JR. SAYS ELENA IS KINKIER. SHE'S THE CRADLE ROBBER WHO LIKES TO HAVE SEX IN ~~CARS~~ BIG MECHS! HE'S AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER. ]

[ooc: If she's such a craddle robber, maybe she should start looking for someone who actually looks their age? X3 And Jr.'s so not innocent. He's about as innocent as I am blonde.]

[ OOC: ...OUCH, BABY, THAT BURNS. D= HE STAYED SINGLE TWO YEARS FOR YOU. ]

[ooc: Well she's staying sober and single for him too. THE SOBER THING IS A BIG DEAL HERE.]

[ OOC: FOR TWO WEEKS. SORRY, THAT DOESN'T COMPETE. ♥♥♥ S'okay though, her beating up Jayne totally wins. ]

[ooc: X3 It was greatly amusing and very good for emotional stress relief. Other than whatever else she might have done when she disappeared for those few days. >_> She won't tell me what she did.]

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