Macht in Another Odd Situation [Vivi/Open]

Vivi noted his expression and chuckled a bit.

“It’s just prison. Getting out of there in one piece doesn’t mean you’re tough, just lucky.”

Of course, that’s what she always said. But she knew that getting out of that hell hole unbroken was about fifty percent skill and fifty percent luck. The first half coming from the many bad situations she managed to slip by, and the second from the fact that she was extracted from prison before serving her full sentence.

Then again, she was just being a pessimist, one of the many reasons few chose to spend time with her. Her thought process halted momentarily.

“Where are we going?”

Vivi tried to quell her natural instinct to back-pedal several feet when Macht stopped in front of her with a smile. The guy was so freaking tall, at this distance she had to tilt her head up quite a bit to even see his face.

“I’m pretty sure most people would choose fun over kicking back,” Vivi shrugged, “Might as well jump on the band wagon, yeah?”

She recalled a few moments ago she’d been overwhelmed with all the bad vibes she was getting from this guy, and wanted to leave, so why was she agreeing to ‘have fun’ now, as it were? Vivi dismissed the thought for now, but not quite completely.

Vivi felt her heart rate speed up slightly when his smile widened, and the wariness from before returned. One of the many promises she’d made to her old friend was that she’d try to quit assuming the worst in everyone, but suffice to say, it was kind of difficult with this guy.

She listened as he listed off the options, and when leaned toward her, she furrowed her eye brows. Either he was trying to scare her or he was just trying to be creepy. Regardless, she had the fatal flaw of being extremely easy to fluster and agitate when dudes acted like this.

She shied away from him when he whispered in her ear, careful to keep up her usual passive expression, though she wasn't sure if she succeeded. After he listed off the second option in his weird, Macht-ish way, Vivi felt like kicking him in the stomach. What was he playing at? The violet haired girl flinched slightly when he bopped her head.

Just… lighten up, Vivi... she chided herself.

She almost wanted to let out her pent up breath with a relieved sigh when he leaned back, but that would make it obvious she’d been holding her breath the whole time… which was weird. She calmly exhaled and folded her arms, shifting her weight to one hip.

“You must think you’re some kind of lady-killer, huh?” Vivi snorted, “Jesus…”

She scowled and blew a lock of hair out of her face.

“Sure, let’s spar. I could use some practice.”

“Try not to get crushed by my giant muscles,” Vivi joked.

She smirked a little at the ‘I don’t think so’ bit. Admittedly, he was attractive, but she wasn’t the type to verbally acknowledge that. Typically when guys acted flirty she’d panic inwardly and try to look angry so they’d stop before she said something embarrassing. The tactic seemed to work on Macht for the most part, so for the time being she was spared of saying something stupid.

Or maybe she already did. She had just agreed to fight a guy who was over a foot taller than her, and probably weighed fifty pounds more than her to boot.

Well I’m sure making smart decisions, as per fricken usual…

Occasionally she could read if her opponents had a lot of fighting experience by their stance or posture, but Macht was just bouncing around, not much info to gather from that.

Time to test the water…

Vivi stepped forward threw a right hook punch, but it was a feint. Hoping it’d distract him for a split second, she’d twist around and throw a spinning back kick at his ribs. Vivi usually aimed for the head or neck when kicking, but she couldn't even reach that high with this dude.

Macht easily dodged both blows, and grabbing her leg, he spun her around and sent her reeling behind him. She stumbled forward, but broke the fall with a roll. At his comment about her skin, she tried to cover up any reaction with a passive frown, but her face reddened severely in spite of it all. He was probably trying to get her worked up for whatever reason, but regardless, she began to wonder if she should stop wearing shorts all the time, seeing as she used her legs so much when she fought. Vivi pushed the thoughts away before they could distract her further.

"Y'dont say?"

She approached him again, and taking a quick step forward, she swung two consecutive punches at Mach’ts ribs. If they landed, Vivi would attempt to follow up with a round house kick to the kidney. If he blocked or dodged them, she’d square her stance and use her arms to guard her face as she prepared for some kind of back lash.

Her attacks failed again, and she began to feel frustration bite at the back of her mind. When she kicked at him, he pulled her into a really awkward position. From there, the girl was fairly certain her head was gonna explode, so she opted to try and punch him. Before she could try however, he lifted her up and span around as if she didn’t weigh a thing, causing her let out a panicked yelp.

He threw her again and sent her spinning, but she planted her foot down to stop herself, nearly falling down. Vivi shot him an irritated look.

“A-as if…!” she would snap in reply. At this point, she couldn’t tell if she was mad at him or just flustered, this guy really knew how to push her buttons.

Vivi dashed forward and swung a left hook at his solar plexus. She figured at this point he’d find some way to dodge it, and he’d probably try to throw her again. The somewhat crazed girl went for something risky, and pretty damn stupid too. Regardless of what he did, she’d try to stay close, and dive forward to clinch him, sticking her leg behind his and forcing all her weight and strength against him in attempt to knock him onto his back with a hook trip.