To Crush a Predator

Outfit

Yeong glanced at the track record in her hand, kanji. Not really her strongest suit, kanji. But she comprehended most of it. A woman, ofcourse, tied to the korean gang, had contacted her. A favour she wanted to call in, provided she kept silent as a witness and made sure a court went exactly the way they wanted. Something or another, she didn't really pay too much attention to the details. So, the guy she was hunting was a scrawny individual, glasses on his nose, buck teeth and short, spiky hair. Well, she'd start with knocking those teeth from his mouth. Assignment given, beat the guy to shit, though again, murder would draw way too much attention.

The track record, from what she could understand from it, consisted of stalking, sexual harassment on multiple counts. So his profile fitted the deal. But even if this poor guy didn't do it, she still was tasked with beating the daylight out of him. She crumpled the paper up in her hand and threw it to the side, before fishing a set of leather gloves from her duster, pulling them on. Fingerprints and all that. With a soft crack of her knuckles, she moved in after the man when he took a left in an alley. Being tied more or less everywhere to the underworld always had the nice effect of knowing were exactly someone was. Certainly when she paid for the chatter. As an anonymous party. She knew people, but said people didn't know the raven solstice.

The figure Alex saw approached him. A second, more fragile and feminine figure popped up behind mister 'Kaabiwaarii'. A crunch resouned as he slumped through his knees due to a kick in the back from his assailant. Yeong spun on her heels to slam her shin in the back of his head, causing him to slump forward. She looked at Alex, eyes cold. And without as much as a word, she kicked the hands from underneath the man and started to repeatedly kick him in the stomach.

By the time Alex decided to leap into action, the man was already throwing up blood on the floor, weakly begging for her to stop. Loud footsteps thundered across the ground and Yeong looked up to see Alexander charging for her. Hands raised up in defense. Dropping in a slight crouch, ready to brawl her way out. However, as good as a brawler and an enforcer she was, she still couldn't just catch or evade Alex. The man was fast and very heavy.

She exhaled completely and took the blow head on, being knocked back. But she used the momentum to drop backwards, grab Alex' arm and press her foot in his stomach to throw him over her using his own momentum. Her arm and neck would bruise due to the tackle, but she would be able to walk that off. If Alex was indeed thrown over, she'd immediately get to her feet again and pull out a butterfly knife, flicking it out and holding it up in reverse grip. Her other arm raised defensively. Ears flattened against her skull and she slowly started to circle Alex. No need to fall back on her abilities against a normal human. "Waseo jab-a wala," she taunted, spitting on the floor in challenge. The way she moved, it was obvious she was no stranger to brutality and violence. Her steps calculated, deliberate. Yet extremely graceful.