Mischievous Function

Blow the Whistle, Baby, You the Referee

Teardrop rushed forward at breakneck speed and jerked her knee up into Turbine's gut, catching him off guard. She then sent a flurry of four more powerful punches into his torso, the last one sending him stumbling backward and doubling over.

As she closed in for a follow-up, however, she realized too late that Turbine had recovered and regained his balance much quicker than she had expected. He stayed low to the ground and fired off a quick jab at Teardrop's knees, causing her to stumble forward. Then, he swung his back foot up and kicked her in the face, causing both of their partners in crime to wince.

He then rushed forward and slammed her fist up into her jaw before thrusting his palm forward for a strike right above her chest. Then, he brought his other arm over for a right hook, and when it connected cleanly, he wound his left arm up and slammed his left fist down on top of her head.

"Fuckin' A, T..." Honey muttered as Teardrop staggered backward and pressed a palm to her head. "This really necessary?"

Turbine nodded. "She's stronger than she looks."

Right as she said that, Teardrop rushed downward and sweep-kicked his legs out from under him, then rolled forward into a ball before shooting her legs up and kicking him in the face with both feet. As he recoiled backward, she struck his face with her palm before swinging her leg around to kick his torso. Then, she cartwheeled forward and brought both of her legs down on his head before jerking her knee up into it and forcing it back up again.

What she didn't expect, however, was for Turbine to send a punch flying at her face almost immediately. She recoiled backward in shock as he hit her with another one, then spun around to deliver a staggering back kick to her chest.

"Holy meat..." Gelatin remarked out loud. "He's got lightning-fast recovery! How?"

Honey chuckled and shrugged as she shook her head. "You're asking the wrong person, buddy."

He baited Teardrop into blocking low by pretending to crouch before connecting a quick jab to her face. Then, he brought his other arm over to punch her in the chest before slamming her over the skull with his fist. He hit her with another one-two punch and delivered another uppercut. His leg swung up to kick her once in the face, then another time in the torso, then one more time in the face. He gave her one last one-two punch before winding his arm back for the knockout punch and sending it flying at her.

But in the midst of being juggled around by several strikes and seeing stars from how dazed she was, Teardrop managed to catch a glimpse of rapidly approaching green. She knew what that meant, but her battered body wouldn't let her fight it. Almost on instinct, she raised her arms up to block Turbine's strike and quickly ducked—just as Gelatin vaulted and rolled over her to smash a self-defense baton against Turbine's skull.

Turbine let out a loud groan as he was suddenly sent staggering backward tripping over himself. Though he fell down, he managed to prop himself up on all fours and shakily stood back up. Meanwhile, Gelatin turned around and knelt in front of Teardrop, who was pressing a hand to her head and silently groaning in pain. "Hey! Are you okay?" he asked, his hand brushing some hair out of her eyes as he examined her for any signs of damage—or, more than was expected, anyway.

To his surprise, however, Teardrop gritted her teeth and gripped Gelatin's shirt as her eyes narrowed. She quickly shoved Gelatin behind her and gave him a disapproving scowl before standing up and turning back to Turbine—and Honey.

"What part of 'one-on-one' don't you understand?!" she yelled with a shake of her head, fists balled up next to her as she rushed next to Turbine. "We gonna have to make this a team fight?!"

Turbine, however, stuck his arm out to the side and blocked Honey from stepping forward. He got back up to his feet and wiped his mouth with his fist. "Nope," he muttered. "Still mine."