The World Is A Dangerous Place

[Momo]

Darkness was the only thing that was familar to her as she wandered the streets of a broken downtown city in russia. Her dark blue eyes scanned the streets as she walked, favoring one leg over the other because of a nice size wound. She didn't seem in any pain, at least it didn't register on her face. Clara had been on the streets ever since she was 15. She was used to fighting with other street kids over food and shealter on a daily basis, hence the wound on her leg now. A blade clinked against her hip as she walked, plus there were throwing knifes hidden under her shirt and some daggers in her shoes. She let a sigh escape her lips as she walked, keeping alert and on edge. She didn't like this part of the downtown city, gangs ran this part and if she kept going she'd run into Mafia territory. She'd had a few run ins with the mafia before. Sometimes bad sometimes okay, they'd asked her to join a few times and she'd declined, having to move cities. They always seemed to find her though. She huffed another sigh, maybe tonight she'd have another run in. She was feeling daring and in need for some risk. She kept up her pace, heading straight into the mafia territory, ready for some fighting and blood shed.

[Fox]

Mathius spun his pistol, most likely on safety, around on one finger. He was leaned up against a brick wall, shirtless as usual, his shirt hanging from his other hand, the white dirty thing draped across the concrete. The button and zipper were seemingly purposefully left undone on his jeans, exposing his wonderful white boxers. A ciggerette hung from the cornor of his mouth, smoke trailing off the tip into nothingness. His deep purple eyes stared off in to the dream world, searching for something worth any intrest. A small breeze blew across his face rustling his artificially colored hair. The breeze caught the trail of tabacco smoke, carrying towards Cara.

[Momo]

Clara caught the scent easy enough and her eyes snapped over, catching sight of the man standing not to far away. Her guard instantly came up and her eyes stayed on him as she walked, keeping to the opposite side of the street. She pulled the blade from her hip and slide it up her sleeve so the hilt was resting against her wrist for easy access. She was drawing close, even with her quiet footsteps he was bound to spot her soon.

[Fox]

Mathius turned his head slightly, spoting Clara. He quickly stoped spinning the gun and stuck it between his hip and jeans, not feeling in the mood to cause any trouble. His eyes were locked on her, like she was a train wreck. He just couldn't look away.

[Momo]

She saw the gun and her chest tightened up but she didn't let him see the fear, she didn't even relax when he put it away. She slowed her pace, watching him, her body ready for a fight. She couldn't tell if he was with the mafia or the gangs but she'd already crossed in to Mafia territory so she assumed he was with the mafia. She saw him look her way and his eyes didn't move from her either, though he didn't look like he was up for a fight she couldn't tell why he was watching her and that made her a little more on edge.

[Fox]

"Hey. You!" He spoke, slightly loud. He turned his body to completly face her. He did some fancy nonvisable thing with his tounge, shoving the cig from his mouth and letting it fall to the ground before stepping on it. "It's dangerous here, girl. You might get yourself killed." He smirked lightly, mostly to himself. "You're lucky you ran into me instead of someone else first." He took one step towards her. "You should turn around while you still can." Something shimmered in his eyes, as if he was utterly concerned with this stranger's safety.

[Momo]

Her eyes narrowed as he spoke as if that had just ruined her whole night. She made a sort of snorting sound and a laugh and kept on walking. "Get lost." She said easily. If he wasn't going to fight then she had no reason for him, she didn't even need to talk to him. She let her eyes drift away to look else where though some of her attention was still focused on him.

[Fox]

He scowled before stepping forwards and snatching her by the bicept and pulling up so she couldn't escape. "Listen here, woman.." He spoke, less loud. "I can't let you go any further than this. Understand?" He tried his best to make a face that said he wasn't going to hurt her, yet his free hand had sliped to his hip, resting on the handle of his pistol.

[Momo]

The moment he touched her her hand twitched, the blade sliding from her sleeve and coming up to his throat. "Let go and let that be the only move you make, otherwise your dead before you can even pull that pretty little gun of yours." She hissed, not letting him see the fear that was coiled in her chest at the sight of his hand moving to his gun. "It's a dog eat dog world out here you low life, so I suggest you let go before I decied to cut you to pieces." She said, not the innocent nice girl she seemed to be just a few moments before.

[Fox]

He huffed, pulling the pistol up slowly and tapping it against her blade, moving it away from his throat. He twisted her arm upwards and back a little before using it to his advantage to shove her away towards the ground. He took one step back and extended his arm, pointing the silver, shiny gun at her face.

[Momo]

She stumbled, nearly taking a fall because of her bad leg. She flinched in slight pain and in fear as the pistol was pointed toward her. She'd ended up on the ground and was unable to move both from the fear and the pain in her leg. She was staring straight down the barrell of the gun before she moved, pulling a throwing knife and throwing it for his shoulder, pulling another to throw it into his leg. They were killing moves, just incapitating ones.

[Fox]

He side steped the first dagger, hearing it klink against the concrete somewhere behind him. But, the second one sank itself into his thigh. He cringed at the pain and stumbled a little, but he didn't loose his focus on pointing the gun at her. He scowled, showing more teeth than a normal scowl.

[Momo]

She managed to get up in his stagger, stepping away. She could run but he was probably a good aim with that gun. Oh...she hated fighting people that had guns, it was unfair. She shifted on her feet and charged him suddenly, going for his arm to push it upwards and grab his wrist and also trying to knock him over.

[Fox]

"Oof!" He let out a small cry as she slammed into him, knocking him onto the ground, he abandoned his gun on the concrete, and wrapped his now free arm around her tightly as she grabbed his other arm.

[Momo]

She glared down at him, trying to jerk her arm that he'd pinned against her free. "Bastard." She said, trying to get lose of his grip but trying to keep his arm pinned as well.