A roundhouse to Jerk C's head, and he was out like a light. I'd have said that it was a shame the other two hadn't gotten the hint… but naw; I'd be lying through my teeth.

Let's back up: I'm Nemissa, and these are my streets. Almost every night, I'm out here, having a blast… and when I'm not, I'm usually slaying demons, but that's another story. I'm a super friendly gal—heck, I've been mistaken for a gyaru countless times—but sometimes, there are idiots that confuse 'friendly' with 'free use', and I am all for none of that.

Like now. Too bad for them, their 'easy mark' was actually a demon that knew how to throw hands.

Creep A came up, spewing some crap about it being a shame to hurt such a pretty girl… but his punch was way too telegraphed to ever be a threat. (Seriously, why do they always pull back before swinging?) My body moved before he could throw it, my jab bringing him to a dead stop—and knocking some teeth loose—and my straight sending him crashing to the pavement. And just for added measure, I kicked him between the legs, causing him to howl in pain.

That just left Clown B… who, true to the name I assigned him, still wanted a piece of me. I was absolutely not having the bile pouring from his lips, so I decided to make it hurt. I shifted my center of gravity before rushing forward, and tossed out a hook that slammed right into his liver. Then, as he silently screamed in agony, I grabbed his arm, jerked it back, spun behind him, and fell forward, popping it out of its socket.

And then I kicked him below the belt.

I sighed and stretched, before letting out a, "That was fun." And it was. Blowing off steam always felt nice.

I was about to walk off, when I noticed someone else standing meters away, having watched the carnage. For a moment, I thought I needed to add a Fool D to my list, but I didn't to want jump to conclusions. So, I decided to get confirmation. With a grin, I asked, "Some fight, huh? You just enjoyin' the show, or you lookin' to get some of what they got?"