[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

Senshi had finally done it. She'd made it to the rank of Genin, and she was now a member of Team 1. She looked over the dossier, and by some ill fated fortune, it had granted her a familiar face as her new team member. Warai Ameko. As she came, it was evidently clear that Senshi had been training incredibly fast. Having made great leaps and strides in terms of her prowess as a Kunoichi. Having become more fit and having versed herself in martial arts. Slowly making her way to training ground one, she stretches her arms into the air and gives a soft groan. "Training time!~ Training time!~ I get to spar with Ameko-time!~" 

She says with much confidence and vigor in her breath. Stopping along the sandy grounds, it was largely a clear and open space, with a few scattered boulders inbetween. "Konichiwa!" Senshi calls forth, brandishing her new forehead protector along her head. The hourglass emblazon showing off the insignia of their village. "See? I told ya I was gonna become a Genin!" Though. Considering how short the time was between them. Could she have really grown that much? Stopping before the older girl, she finds herself limbering up. "Are you ready to have a good fight?!" She inquires with a child like enthusiasm. Standing a few dozen meters away from her friend. Completely unarmed.

"I was thinking taijutsu today! That fine?" 

[Warai Ameko]

She knew it was coming, hell, she had actively assisted in bringing about the eventuality. The apocalypse had descended upon her, bringing with it chaos and death. Kyokujitsu Senshi was a genin, a genin who was on her team. Ameko had tried to mentally prepare herself for the eventuality since she’d first learned of the then-student’s intention to join Team One. Unfortunately, she had not been able to come to grips with it. She’d filed away the worries and thoughts for another day, contenting herself with the knowledge that it was an issue for the future, and not for the moment. Yet, the future came as it always did, and now Ameko was faced with a very excited looking blonde creature wearing a forehead protector emblazoned with the symbol of their village. The saccharine excitement exuded from Senshi in waves upon waves of energy that was far too sweet. Ameko’s teeth ached just from her presence. "Congratulations,” She forced a smile, and also forced herself to hide any thoughts of genuine pride in the younger shinobi. There’d be none of that for the moment. "You’re a genin so we’re equal now,” Ameko fought back the groan, "That means no more going easy on you or anything like that…” Her smile was almost predatory at the proposed fighting style though, "Sure, sure, we can do Taijutsu.” Surely Senshi hadn’t learned enough to be her equal in that field, even if they bore the same rank.

Kyokujitsu Senshi

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

She could never really tell if Ameko was really happy for her or not. But in these moments, as Ameko said that they were equal now? How there'd be no more going easy? There was a moment where Senshi smiled and nodded her head. "Of course! Just let me get ready!" She was already well limbered up, and she'd been doing her practices. Now it was just time to take the agent. Taking an animal skin pouch, she brings it to her mouth and begins to squeeze, a liquid filling her mouth, with an obvious look of disdain and disgust. Mainly from how bitter and acrid it was. However, by the end of it?

Senshi tosses the now empty sack away, and her body begins to flop and wobble unsteadily, as it almost looks like as if she's about to collapse along the floor with a shit faced look, and reddening cheeks. Blinking a few times, she feels her head empty, and she enters into a haze. Hiccup. She looks at Ameko before she dashes towards her. "Hiyaaaaa-aaahauhh..." She seemingly collapses onto the floor with a thud by Ameko's feet. Unceremoniously. Seemingly snoring for a few moments. Before she suddenly sharpens and acts, utilizing her core muscle strength to support her upper body. What in the world kind of Taijutsu was this?

For Senshi would begin to rapidly shift and swing with her legs, rotating on her hands as she delivers a flurry of sweeps and rapid kicks aimed for Ameko's torso. Her rotating hands shifting her bodily positions as to make her ankles difficult to grasp onto as her furious spins adds momentum and heft to her blows. How in the world would Ameko react...To the power of the Drunken Fist?! Horizontal swinging legs coming at her with her leg's angles shifting ever so slightly as to press to different areas. "Hachachachachachacha!"

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NAME: Shipu Taiga [Hurricane River]

RANK: D

CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low

CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu

ELEMENT: None

DESCRIPTION:

When on the ground, the user will push up with their hands on the floor, balancing themselves as they rotate their lower body, performing horizontal kicks through the air while spinning on their palms.

[Warai Ameko]

Ameko had expected Senshi to drop into a fighting pose, to strike toward her with the intent to cause bodily harm. What she had not expected was to witness her new teammate take an animal skin pouch and squeeze what looked like some sort of liquid into her mouth. Ameko’s eyebrow rose, and she opened her mouth to speak, before swiftly thinking better of it. Senshi was an utterly odd child, and she did odd things. After all, Ameko had witnessed her eat meat that had been set aside for hyenas. Consuming a strange substance, that based off of her facial expressions, must have been utterly disgusting, was not something that Ameko was surprised by. Well, at least not as surprised as she may have been if another person had done it. She did not,however, expect Senshi to dart toward her with all the athletic grace of a drunken baboon. Instinct caused her to take a step back, only for the blonde to collapse at her feet. What sounded like snoring rose from her prone form, and Ameko was left standing, shocked and bemused in equal measure. Had she just witnessed Senshi poison herself? However, any thoughts about her sparring partner’s state of mind were swiftly dashed as she suddenly erupted into an attack. A flurry of kicks were unleashed, Senshi balancing on her hands and spinning. The suddenness of her attack, and the lack of worry that Ameko had felt, saw the first of the two blows land squarely on her torso. Pain brought Ameko back to the present, and she jumped backward, taking a fighting stance of her own. "What the hell is that?” Ameko’s mutterings were drowned out by the wild laughter of her opponent. Whatever Senshi had drunk had done something to her fighting abilities. Something Ameko didn’t understand. No matter. She just had to win the fight. That meant she had to close the distance and potentially suffer further blows from the windmilling kicks. She had to get in quick and strike hard. Summoning chakra to her feet, she lunged toward Senshi, hoping to land a solid blow on Senshi’s spinning torso with a kick of her own.

Kyokujitsu Senshi SPOILER: Click to show NAME: Shunpo [Flash Step] RANK: D CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: N/A HANDSEALS: 0 DESCRIPTION: The first principle of Senkouken is speed- Being able to act quickly and efficiently. Senkou's core move thus is a technique that allows the user to propel themselves forward by allowing for a sudden push of chakra through their legs and down to eventual strike from their feet onto the ground, propelling themselves at a speed that their movements become a blur. Skilled user's may project themselves at a point where they are no longer seen, and may utilize multiple steps in their attack. Shunpo has been know to be similar to Shuushin since they both hold the same principle of increasing ones physical states to increase speed. This jutsu is only to be primaraly used for handful of steps since its primary use is for close range combat. The longer the distance the more strain on the muscles will occur. If the user uses this jutsu over 5 meters in a single burst it will cause server damage in the leg muscles. [Counts towards Shunshin 4 Times per thread]

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

Senshi was putting it simply? Drunk. Drunk as all hell. Her body was incredibly limber, and with it, her sudden assaults on Ameko had seemed to bear incredible success. However, the next thing that came forth was a burst of speed. The technique when utilized made her vanish, not too dissimilar to the body flicker. The difference being this was pure taijutsu, whereas the other was ninjutsu and held with a handseal. As Ameko closed the distance and aimed a kick for her torso, it landed cleanly in her blurring speed. However, instead of hearing something snap, or break, she'd feel Senshi's body flop. She was limp, as she was sent toppling and flipping onto her feet a short distance.

"You inturarapted m' 'ndancin'!" She slurs incomprehensibly as she enters a blurring speed along the sand. A speed that Ameko most certainly had never seen possible from the small blonde before. Twisting through the sandy ground before she appears before Ameko, looking to kick sand upwards into her face, to blind her, and or cause her arms to rise up instinctively to defend herself. If Ameko were to lash out, she'd find the Kyokujitsu was no longer there. Instead, she'd leaped into the air in a somersault barrel roll like motion with her right leg extended. Looking to slam downwards on Ameko's head with a fluid axe kick. Regardless if the blow hit solidly or not?

Senshi if allowed to touch the ground immediately looked at Ameko stupidly as she enters a pseudo crouch along the ground, her knuckles extended, but loosely, as her entire body was incredibly relaxed at a glance. No proper stance. No proper formation. Only nonsensical wobbling movements. For a Taijutsu specialist such as Ameko, it was likely incredibly unorthodox and strange to look at. Especially as the girl seemed almost entirely unfocused on Ameko herself. There was no premeditated intent or maliciousness in her eyes. Could she put it together? Maybe studying that sack could prove to show answers. Where if she did study it?

It had a strong bitter scent with that of milk. Fermented milk? Alcohol. 

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NAME: Suika Ryuu [Water Bomb Axe]

RANK: D

CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low

CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu

ELEMENT: None

DESCRIPTION:

When on the ground, the user will push up with their hands on the floor and "jump" a foot off the ground, performing a quick front roll with one leg extended and one leg bent and launch a downwards kick towards the opponent. What makes this move so versatile is that at the moment of impact, the user can go back into their ground Suiken stance.

[Warai Ameko]

When they first met, Ameko had sent Senshi to the hospital with a kick to the torso. That did not happen now. Whatever it was fuelling her new fighting style, it meant that the younger shinobi went limp when the blow landed. There was no crumple, no collapse, just the tumbling and flipping of the seemingly drunk girl. She shouted something in response to the blow, but Ameko could not understand a word of it. One moment she was slurring something incomprehensible, and the next she was darting forward with speed that Ameko had never before witnessed from the smaller kunoichi. Cerulean eyes darted along the sand, trying to keep track of her blistering pace, only to bear the brunt of an attack of sand itself. The grains stung at Ameko’s eyes, causing her to hiss and recoil, shooting a blow in response and anticipation of an attack to follow. No such attack came from the front, Ameko forced her eyes open, forced herself to look around her. Senshi was above her, and coming down fast. Reacting on instinct, Ameko twisted her body into a spin, pulling herself out of the way of Senshi’s kick. Panting and surprised at the furiosity of the attack, Ameko could do little but stare at Senshi… her stance was horrific, she was barely able to keep her feet, and her eyes were glazed over. If she didn’t know better, she would assume she was drunk. Drunk? She had certainly drunk something before their bout. Whatever was in that canteen, it had done something to her frame of mind. If it was alcohol or not, it didn’t matter. The drunken Senshi before her was an entirely different beast to the little girl who couldn’t make fire. Settling back into a stance, Ameko blinked the last of the sand out her eyes. "What did you drink? Where the hell did you even get it?”

Kyokujitsu Senshi SPOILER: Click to show NAME: Kuikkurōtēshon [Quick Rotation] RANK: D CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: 0 DESCRIPTION: Utilizing chakra in the feet, ankles and legs specifically. It is a small amount of energy, but used precisely on reflexes and timing. This technique is gauged this way. When timed, the user can twist themselves abruptly out of the way of an attack. Like a speedy side-step, but a rotation of one's body to the side. A spin-move. This is only attacks in an immediate vicinity(three meters) anything else is too big an attack. Usually Taijutsu, but sometimes this technique is effective against close-range ninjutsu.

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

She was asked where the hell she got the drink from, and it became evidently clear that as Senshi bobbed back and forth in her pseudo crouch like the fucking gremlin she was, she seemed to go stupid faced as she hiccups and looks at Ameko. Straight dead in the face. "Tiddy." She says, before dashing forward again, this time her upper body swaying backwards as if she was about to tip over. Only to show how deceptive that was, as if she paid close attention, she could see Senshi's upper body balancing along the center of her core. Her upper body strength was superb. It had to be in order to maintain a strong sense of balance. Otherwise? She'd have to be drunk. 

Before Senshi lashes forwards, this time, with her hands. As she drunkenly enters into the arena, she seemingly sloops, and does a twist on her ankle so that her body is low, aiming several clawing motions towards Ameko's stomach, lower thighs, and groin, her legs shifting awkwardly like a crab might crawl, as she periodically twists and rotates her form in ever shifting footwork. Her tricks were not yet all exhausted, as she almost completely adopts the unorthodox. Her body was remarkably fluid, and while her body seemingly lacked tension, the motions of her attack released the full force of their blows at the edge of her movements. Her knuckles utilized to full effect.

Making her body even smaller, and fighting incredibly aggressively, one thing was clear. Senshi as of right now was absolutely fearless. What was even scarier. This wasn't even her full back of tricks.

[Warai Ameko]

Did- Did she just say ‘titty’? Ameko couldn’t help herself, cackling laughter erupted from her throat and echoed throughout the arena. The situation was ridiculous, so ridiculous that it became hilarious, and despite herself, Ameko was having a grand old time. It may not have been her traditional way of training, but watching the drunken blonde attack and attempt to speak? It was priceless. Of course, Senshi was still dangerous. Ameko had to remember that. Stifling laughter at the sign of Senshi moving toward her like a crab, Ameko was forced to dodge and manoeuvre out of the way of the blows. Not every dodge was successful, somehow, Senshi had become quicker than her. Despite her best efforts, despite the blows she dodged, she could not get out of the way. The laughter was replaced by hisses of pain and frustration, as Ameko was forced onto the defensive. It was clear that Senshi was fearless, and would continue forward indefinitely. She needed to be stopped, Ameko had to utilise her superior strength to hold her down. Jumping backward, crouching, then launching forward, Ameko lashed out with one of the techniques she’d learned from Arashi. Senshi may have been on the ground already, but Ameko could adapt her technique somewhat. If she could land on Senshi, then she would use her legs to attempt to straddle the girl, using the full force of her thighs to keep her pinned down. Then she could rain blows upon her. If Ameko was going to take blows, then she was going to make sure that she gave some as well.

Kyokujitsu Senshi SPOILER: Click to show NAME: Inu no ikari [Wrath of Dog] RANK: D CHAKRA USAGE: Low CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: N/A DESCRIPTION: A technique that is meant to overwhelm a target, Wraith of Dog is a take-down attack that involves the user lunging towards their opponent and striking against them as a means to bring them down to the ground. Using a mixture of swift slashes, they strike at the face in a beat-down fashion, keeping their arm pinned with their knees, while attempting to assert their dominance or cause the target to submit into a defensive position.

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

Yeah. Everyone laughs until they get punched in the pelvis. Senshi seemed to slip into a state of instinctual movements, as she honed her sense of reflex. Perhaps it was a testament to her skill thus far that she was able to seriously land some strikes. However, it was likely due to a mix of surprise, ludicrous movements, as well as showcasing several techniques that were foreign to Ameko that Senshi was able to garner any edge. It was in those next moments, as Senshi felt the heat of the sun and alcohol get to her that she began to sway lightly, back and forth, until Ameko dashes at her.

"Baaaaaakaaaaarayooo!" She screams out at the top of her lungs, as she shifts her body again. This time her legs spread increasingly wide as Ameko launches at her. However, this stance did have a sense of order and structure. For Senshi would suddenly slide her legs backwards, and as Ameko seeks to go for the kill blow? Senshi ever so softly twists and turns, grasping along Ameko's arm, her opposite hand ever so gently holding Ameko's shirt by her stomach area as she seeks to gently toss her over. It was like a complete shift from the drunken rampage she'd just seen. For this was a technique from another taijutsu style entirely. The Night Sky fist.

Assuming she was successful in promptly throwing Ameko over herself, potentially on her back as to digest what was going on. Senshi would proceed to feel a sick feeling overcome her. All this moving, spinning, and churning has made the fermented milk borderline turn to curd in her body. Before she promptly leans forward, threatening to bathe Ameko in literal vomit as Senshi vomits out a mix of chunky milk, and curdled chunks from her stomach. An absolute nightmare to step in, or get vomited on by.

"Dorynyru undarestimaye me! I'M A GAWRD!" She says, wiping her lips. "Hmrhmngh....theresht'...only one thinmng reft ta dooo!" She says, crouching low and sweeping her body into an incredibly low crouch with her body tilted sideways. Now her body was even smaller, as her knuckles extend and jut as she sways.

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NAME: Ame [Rain]

RANK: D

CHAKRA USAGE: Low

CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu

ELEMENT: None

DESCRIPTION:

The user, when being attacked, will simply place their palm onto the attacking limb or weapon and use the opponents own force against them by lightly pushing down, causing the attack to completely miss while creating an opening for the user to attack.

[Warai Ameko]

Senshi dodged, somehow drinking and letting all her inhibitions fade away had greatly increased her physical ability. Ameko’s attack was dodged by yet another sudden shift, and she found herself travelling not on top of Senshi, but instead over the top of her head. The smaller girl gripped at her shirt and redirected the force of her assault. Growling and gritting her teeth, Ameko’s voice was caught in a huff as she landed on her back. She did not stay on her back for long, pivoting the momentum in her favour, and jettisoning herself on to her feet. Both legs and her hand made contact with the ground, sending three streaks of dust up as she slid back. It was in that position, mid-slide, that she saw something entirely disgusting. Senshi vomited. Curdled milk and what looked like undigested food was left on the battlefield, the stench causing Ameko to almost gag. Was this even a fight? Was Senshi going to do this shit when they were cast into an actual mission? She hoped not. The absolute last thing Ameko wanted to was to be covered in vomit. "Dammit, Senshi,” Ameko muttered under her breath, before raising to a fighting pose. One that was far more professional-looking than Senshi’s own swaying stance. She launched forward, aiming to avoid landing on the vomit. Three blows were launched toward the blonde, a kick and a backhanded strike, followed by a swift reverse spinning kick. She hoped to hit her opponent with enough power to send her away from the vomit, away from the new environmental danger.

Kyokujitsu Senshi SPOILER: Click to show NAME: Hōka Ranbu [Surging Fire Wild Dance] RANK: C CHAKRA USAGE: Low CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: 0 DESCRIPTION: With a jump the user brings both a backhanded strike with their fist and foot closest to the enemy and quickly turn around to deliver a twisting kick from their opposite leg onto the enemy's side.

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

The battle was not a conventional one by any means, but Ameko wanted Senshi at her best. It just so happened to be that Senshi was the best when she was fucked up beyond imagination. Ameko masterfully regained her position on her feet, and with it, Senshi wobbled back and forth as she saw Ameko collect herself and enter a fighting stance. Where the Kyokujitsu blonde herself shifted stance. This time her hands out in front of her, with her hands clenched as if she were holding cups. One fist shifting inward towards her chest, and then alternating with the other.

Ameko launched forward at a swift speed, and with it, Senshi's eyes widened as the strikes began. As the first kick is launched her way, she twists her body sideways, and drops low so that her entire upper body is sent backwards as to avoid the upper strikes. However, as Ameko launches her reverse spinning tornado kick? Senshi is promptly kicked in the stomach, making her keel over. She'd attempted to use her hands to divert and absorb more of the force, but it proved that this dance was very effective. Skidding back a distance, Senshi feels almost an electrical shock overtake her as shakes her hands up and down, before dashing forward. "Hi-yaai!"

She calls out. If uninterrupted and in engagement distance, lashing out with her right fist high, as she leans slightly inwards, before attempting a cross armed sliding motion along Ameko's arms as if fleecing her. Before the blonde looks to deliver a swift dual lotus slam into her stomach, looking to skid back a short distance, as she rushes forward and throws her entire body forward, looking to do a spinning headbutt towards Ameko. Spinning like a rotating top. What was clear was that Senshi's fearlessness and aggression would prove to be dangerous to keeping an opponent locked. This was not to say that Senshi herself wasn't being harmed. No. The bruises she'd garner from that last kick in particular would be nasty.

But that, much like Senshi's hangover would be a problem for future Senshi.

"KIIAAAAAI!"

[Warai Ameko]

Senshi screamed and dashed forward, an Ameko braced herself to the combat to come. She was aching somewhat, but she was finally getting into her groove. Senshi’s movements were wild and unhinged, Ameko was beginning to understand what was happening, she was starting to read the chaos through the fog. The first attack was a right fist, and Ameko jumped backward, using that same momentum to dodge the cross-armed fleece. Senshi continued ever onward, and Ameko’s defence slowed, the double lotus slamming into her stomach. The grunt that left Ameko’s lips was not a voluntary reaction, and she found her movements dulled even further. Senshi skidded back, and Ameko forced herself to steady. She did not attempt to dodge the final attack from her opponent, she knew she wouldn’t be fast enough. Instead, she forced her core to clench, her eyes bulging as she prepared to take the headbutt. She did. It hurt. The wind was knocked out Ameko in a way that she absolutely didn’t expect, and her feet were pressed backward, sand kicking up at her heels. But the preparation allowed her to stay standing, even if out of breath and in pain. She may have been on the defensive, but she wasn’t about to lose to Senbshi. Not in a trial of taijutsu. "My turn,” She grunted, bringing a wolfish smirk to her face. Senshi had to lower her head to attack with a headbutt, that meant she was prime target for a knee strike, one Ameko would launch with furiosity. Then a jab from her opposite side, an uppercut, another jab. Four basic strikes in quick succession, an attempt to do anything to the drunken girl. To get some of the momentum back in the fight.

Kyokujitsu Senshi

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

Senshi never boasted to be the best at Taijutsu. All things come around? She was "pretty good" at everything she really applied herself to. Frankly, against Ameko, as the surprise came to close, she was losing her sense of advantage, especially as Ameko began to adjust to her fast speed. The next moments that came were decisive. For as Senshi applied her drunken fist technique to it's greatest efficiency, it became clear that Ameko was of course the greater of the two when it came down to physical expertise. Her endurance. Her strength especially.

As Ameko tightened her core and braced for Senshi's spinning head, as she collided, she could feel everything come to halt before Ameko responded in turn. As Senshi felt the tightness, she raises both arms in a cross motion, to absorb the impact from the knee as it presses into her arms and chest, causing her to lift into the air with a grunt. Before she's then slugged across the side of her face. The powerful fist causes her jaw to recoil. While Senshi's drunkenness did help to an extent with limberness and the recoil of the punch, it still hurt. The uppercut that comes, afterwards, Senshi narrowly ducks her head backwards, to avoid being sent flying backwards with a broken chin.

The final jab, Senshi blocks with her extended elbow, their bodies beating against one another as Senshi feels her world rattling. Trying to recover from the dizzy spell as she feels herself sobering after the pain. Before she promptly leans over the side and furiously vomits what was left of the alcohol. Almost like a projectile stream as she hurls her guts out. Huffing, as she feels her equilibrium shifting.

"...I'm dead! I'm dead." She says her voice growing faint as she slowly stands onto her feet. "Good fight though...wasn't it?"

[Warai Ameko]

Ameko was on her last legs, the fight that Senshi had brought to her had truly been above what she had expected from the little blonde kunoichi. Even as Ameko, exhausted and sore, finally seemed to get the upper hand, Senshi brought her hands to block, minimised the damage being dealt. All things considered, Ameko was utterly impressed. She had personally dedicated herself to taijutsu, and she knew for a fact that her new teammate was not as dedicated to martial arts as she was. Yet, there had been more than a few times that she had felt on the verge of defeat. Fortunately, whatever it was that Senshi had drunk, whatever it was that had helped her to avoid blows and attack with unpredictable strikes, seemed to have worn her down. Ameko’s final jab was blocked, the feeling of bone against bone rattling the tan girl’s limbs, her teeth gritting into a growl. Readying for another onslaught, she instead found herself witness to an onslaught of an entirely different type. Once again, Senshi unleashed a torrent of vomit, and Ameko practically leaped backward to avoid the splash back. "You ‘aint dead,” Ameko muttered, before loudly adding, "What the hell did you drink? Good fight or no… I don’t want you vomiting on me during a mission… Just…” She couldn’t help it, the sight before her was hilarious. Manic laughter erupted, deep from her gut, and she felt her ribs ache with each eruption. What the hell?

Kyokujitsu Senshi

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

As she released the contents of her stomach and the sack she drank from, she found Ameko leaped back to avoid the disgusting visage of curd. Senshi didn't hear the mutter, but she was asked. What did she drink exactly. "Hrm?...Oh. Kumis." She looks at Ameko, expecting her to know what it is. Before Senshi adds. "Fermented mare's milk. From a camel. You know?" She says as if she should know what that is without a doubt. Though, if not, she finds herself rubbing her head.

"Mixed with a few things here and there, but. Yeah. It doesn't taste all too terrible, and really gets be going!" When Ameko laughed, Senshi did so too. Glad her friend was happy and enjoying her company. Though she stops when she feels the soreness of her jaw and her body sore as hell. While Senshi did good in defending her body, Ameko's absurd strength and martial prowess did a significant number. One punch or two more, and Senshi would have been in the hospital probably. Definitely out of the fight. Smiling brightly, she comes closer and leans atop Ameko and the two of them probably laugh like a pair of hyenas. Ameko so far seemed to be Senshi's best friend.

"Yeah, I'll try not to puke on you or nothin'. But...I mean. It did do a good job at getting you to back off from me. Hehe!~ You and I should go drinking sometime!" She jested, though who knows? Maybe Ameko herself would be a drunken master.