nextgenerationmarvel | 6 Months Later And The Rest...

It did not take Alisa long to show up. And when she did, she was in that familiar black and red leather outfit she wore when working as a Merc on the side. She gave the door a gentle tap, waiting for Milli or Adrienne to open it.

Millicent heard the knock, promptly making her way over. She was still a little put off on Alisa coming here with her emotions literally switched off, but Millicent could understand the other woman's reasoning. She didn't have to like it though.

"She opened the door. "Hello, Alisa. Dressed for work I see."

"Oui, I suppose I am." She gave a nod of her head, before putting her four eyed mask on. "So, what will de grounds rules be dis time? No powers is almost a given."

Straight to business it was. Millicent pulled off her shirt, her own kevlar body armor on underneath. She went over to the closet.

"Would you prefer weapons or hand to hand?" She reached for her helmet inside.

"Hand to hand sounds quite nice. Loser pays for the winner's dinner?" She tilted her head, cracking her neck, before moving across the room.

"You do know I was sarcastic about what I said earlier? Oui?" Alisa tilted her head towards Milli. "I turn my emotions off in spars, battles, and while at work. I cannot let emotions get in the way of judgement calls."

"Works for me." Millicent gave a brief stretch of her limbs.

Millicent paused for a moment to listen to Alisa's explanation. "I understand your reasoning, but sometimes emotion is needed for a proper judgement call. At least that has been my experience. If not I would be far less finicky regarding potential employers."

"My emotions tend to run wild, from what I am told. For me, it is best not to feel while on business." She gave a small nod, getting into a fighting position and awaiting Milli to strike first.

"I find using logic more helpful."

"I understand that. In my partnership with Adrienne I've always tried to be the more logical one," she conceded. "Granted if I was logical all the time, I may have been more way in accepting that dinner invitation of yours."

Millicent launched a sudden palm strike at Alisa's chin.

"A shame, really. I do enjoy your company, and swapping contracts with you."

Alisa moved her head to the side, avoiding the strike with some ease. Her body would then drop to the floor, attempting to kick Millicent's legs out from under her.

She hadn't expected the strike to connect, rather she wanted to see how Alisa would respond. Millicent caught sight of the sweep, managing a backwards flip over the attempted strike.

"I admit to feeling similarly." Millicent kept her tone as neutral as the woman in front of her. She struck back with a punch aimed for Alisa's midsection.

The punch connected, but appeared to have little effect. Or rather, Alisa was not showing any effect of it. She would then attempt a punch of her own, aiming to hit Milli in her shoulder, while her other fist went to punch her stomach.

She hadn't expected her punch to have such a minimal effect Alisa's first punch connected, causing Millicent to grit her teeth in pain. The second strike Millicent spun around to avoid and struck out with her other arm in a spinning back fist aimed at Alisa's face.

Her mask took most of the impact of that punch, but it did cause her to stagger for a moment. Alisa regained her balance and then managed to get behind Millicent. Her arms wrapped about her waist, and Alisa performed a German suplex.

Even when not using her powers, she was still quite strong.

Millicent knew she wasn't strong enough to directly break Alisa's hold, so instead she positioned her leg behind Alisa's to stop halt the immediate motion. She considered a backwards headbutt, but with Alisa's mask on that would do more harm than good. Instead she attempted to leverage her arm between her body and Alisa to try and leverage out of the hold.

Millicent's struggling forced Alisa to break her hold and try for another. She happened to get a hold of one of Millicent's legs, and then force her into a figure four lock. These were wrestling moves... something Alisa rarely even used. She usually attacked pressure points with systema. Perhaps she was trying out a new style, or was being unpredictable as usual.

Millicent didn't know why Alisa was using wrestling moves, but that was all right. Millicent had spent years growing up watching William Regal twist grown men into human pretzels to know a thing or two about submission maneuvers. Trying to use leverage, Millicent attempted to move onto her stomach, an action that would put the bulk of the pain on the original applier of the move. Granted it would be much easier for Alisa to get lose, but frankly Millicent wasn't even sure if the other woman's pain receptors were on. She just needed to get lose to consider a new plan of attack.

Alisa had her pain receptors on for this spar. It would not be fair to Millicent if she had turned them off, as it would give her an advantage. And even with a high pain tolerance, she had to break her hold on Millicent.

She would roll backwards, trying to create some distance between herself and her sparring partner.

"Is now de time to tell you dat I got a contract to give to you and your partner?"

Millicent raised an eyebrow at the timing, but otherwise remained in a wary stance.

"As good a time as any I suppose. I'll need details of course."

She was observing every little muscle nuance, waiting to see how Alisa would proceed and respond accordingly.

She was coming off as relaxed, even a bit aloof.

"Contract is to find some rich guy's missing brat." The four eyes of her masked rolled as she said that. "I do not have the time, or the patience to go off trying to find spoiled teenagers. Even with the good pay bein' offered, I'm passing on it. You want it?"

Millicent narrowed her eyes, not relaxing in the slightest. She found she really detested this emotionless version of Alisa.

"I would have to speak with Adrienne. Plus I would need more details."

"Basically, rich girl gets bored with her rich life, decides to runaway, ends up hanging out at de "Bar wit' No Name" too often, now in wit' some real baddies." Alisa summed it up as best she could.

"I Go to de "Bar Wit' No Name", an' don' wanna be huntin' down someone an' gettin' a rep as a turn coat."

In other words, she did not want to lose her only drinking hole.

"I cannot go to de other underworld bar. De guy who owns it would call de cops on me."

"Our rep isn't exactly sterling with the white hats either," Millicent deadpanned. "I'll think about it and get back to you."

"It is still much better den my own." And with that, Alisa ran into a full charge at Millicent, trying to hit her with a close-line.

Millicent ducked down, launching a spin kick of her own at the back of Alisa's knees.

Dropped to her knees, Alisa rolled over and attempted to mule kick Millicent in her knees.

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