Cat fight in the mall (open to one or two.)

"What is this? What issss thiiissss?" One excited patron exclaimed, as she watched the fight with mild interest, her lips curled up into an expectant smile, almost as if she expected some blood to be shed. She was one of many that had visited the mall for shopping purposes - or rather in her case, some five fingered discounts; she could get the bits of her own self out of the outfits later. But first, she just wanted to watch the fight unfold. Her blue eyes trained themselves on the two, watching them with mild interest. Oohhh a fight's brewing in front of my eyes and I want to take part in it! She bounced on the balls of her feet, her mind racing too and fro as the other half, the human half, simply sighed in exasperation.

If you must fight, at least wait until they get tired. Less chance of them ganging up on us. Plus, as much as I don't like you stealing and I have mentioned this countless times in the past. Try to steal something we can both enjoy? I'm not wearing what can be generously described as butt floss because it suits you. Sentinel, also known as Kaitlyn Stone, chided her more exuberant and rambunctious and very much psychotic half, who was still enjoying the spectacle with a smile. She threw out her own jabs into the air, a left and a right jab, followed by a quick uppercut and cross combo. If people weren't paying attention to the two girls, they would have been giving the taller girl strange looks. Almost as if she had gone mad (Gone is a relative term here).

She scanned the crowd a few more times and finally found someone that wasn't watching the fight; most in-ter-est-ing. She wondered briefly who would be so bold as to miss out on the brawl of beauties, the fisticuffs of the femme fatales and boy, where they beauties. Cat ears not withstanding. "Pretty kitties, Pretty pretty kitties. We wonder if there's a pet shop around that we can borrow from to entice them?" Again, Sentinel merely groaned mentally in disappointment at Manslaughter. I know you wanted to get out and stretch yourself a bit, but don't make me regret doing this again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Manslaughter rolled her eyes, not caring to pay attention to the more sensible half of herself; maybe picking the enraged cyborg was a bad idea. But then again, it was easy enough to bond with her.

So, beggars couldn't be choosers in this instance and she was fine with that, since her host had a smoking hot body and a great mind, despite the whole nag nag nag thing that went on when she did something wrong. So in the end, it did work out for her. But as of now, her attention was still drawn to the oblivious one; something about him seemed different, more authoritative. Like he could draw a crowd and then promptly stomp it's collective ass into the ground. A leader of sorts and she did oh so love the leader types. She didn't even care it was a guy; even a women was just as appealing to her if they carried that same ass kicking factor. When these two stop their fight.... I'm gonna have to go get his number.

The fight was over, that much was certain as the overjoyed girl groaned in displeasure. But everyone was still a bit preoccupied, as the symbiote moved into the mostly evacuated store and began to pick through articles of clothing and a few nice looking...unmentionables. No harm no foul, since no one was keeping an eye on the store she could give herself a little discount on some of the more tasteful things they had in stock. Otherwise, she'd never hear the end of it from her host, who, by the way, was still humming and drumming away in the back of her own mind.

Take this, and this and these and oooh, definitely take that one! She was giddy as she absorbed the articles of clothing, putting them away in a sort of internal storage of sorts. Their lost, her inevitable gain in the scheme of things. That fight couldn't have done a better job at distracting people as she slowly turned to leave, only to have a rent-a-pig show up and grab her by the arm - okay, so not everyone was watching the fight - She gave the officer her best smile, as she asked in a sickeningly sweet tone what the problem was. "Hello officer, did I do something wrong?" She wasn't sure if he was amused by her smile or the sing-song tone she took. The man was as blank as a stone statue.

So anyways, stone face here opened his trap and barked out like he owned the place. Must have been a drill sergeant, before becoming a security guard. "Okay you white haired delinquent, I am going to give you till the count of three, to put anything you took back, before I cuff you and stuff you in the malls jail." The man smiled, thinking himself triumphant in intimidating the girl into giving up the goods, but the only thing he was triumphant in, was getting his arm broken at the elbow.

As she knelt down beside his writhing, agonized form Kaitlyn, who was still under the influence of manslaughter, began to prod him with a hanger. Seemingly amused by his screaming and twitching as he cradled his arm. The deranged, at least, for now deranged ex-titan enjoyed his screams, as she continued to prod him in the ribs with the coat hanger. Yeah, she was gonna get chewed out for being unnecessarily violent by her better half, but consequences be damned. This was fun!

Cracking her neck from side to side, she looked him up and then down. She whistled, seeming slightly impressed by the armored covering. As she raised her hands in front of her, her outfit seemingly exploded around her, almost like it were made of slime as it enveloped her body forming a pulsating cocoon that slowly shrank in some places, while growing in length in others. As the strange event faded, Manslaughter was only wearing parts of her bio-armor; specifically the abdominal region, knees, elbows, fists and a small covering that stretched up over her neck, ending just under the nose - she looked like some kind of over armored boxer - Which is what she was at this moment, a crazy, over-armored boxer and those gloves of her's were far heavier than they looked. Right now, she was probably as heavy as Jak with his own armor.

She grinned, the facial covering split open to reveal that grin, as she lunged forward suddenly, firing off a heavy handed one two combo; a good old fashioned jab and straight. Right for his abdominal region, she didn't want to wreck his good looks, just knock the wind and maybe his lunch, out of him and onto the floor. "Don't hold back because I'm a girl," she called out, jeering him. "Cause I'm not gonna."