Cooking garbage, maybe. That name was awful. Whatever. She seemed like she was ignoring him anyways, at least until she suddenly propped up at him not gauging his speed. Jumping them and being careful- Okay, maybe he could have been more careful, but then he wasn't sure what kind of tricks she might throw at him. He sort of went on the offense hoping he could get a quick hit in, with offence instead of defense, but that wasn't looking like it was going to be a thing against an opponent this superior.
Still, her note on the town not being worth dying for gave him a raise of the eyebrow. A high raise, at that, when she glanced behind her. She gave some advice again, telling him about how he could get in close with punches and kicks- But she was right on the ranged department. Maybe Ninjutsu. That was always a safe one, right?
Yako stepped forward and gave her gentle punch on the shoulder regardless. Mostly for that anti-patriotic retoric.
"Sheesh. No wonder you wanted to talk in here. You're right though, I think. I can certainly work with that." What was an animal without proper control and restraint?
Easy prey.
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