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"A cat? Really?"
Emmy turned to Kyler. "I know Bert better than you do."
And right on cue, Bert can wandering out, calling for a kitty. Emmy hummed and turned to Kyler. "Told ya. Do it."
Kyler listened with no problems, coming up behind Bert, picking him up, and chucked him at the kitchen window, making it shatter. He let out a shout and laugh. "Holy shit! I don't have to pay for that, right?"
She rolled her eyes, ignoring his question. "Come on."
They all followed her inside the house, and she caught the wide eyes from everyone inside, more specifically, from Sam and Miguel.
"Hey, guys," she grinned. "Heard about this party happening in my own house so I had to come. You know, greet our guests and all."
"It's payback time, Rhea," Kyler smirked, and the others quickly picked up Bert from the floor, backing away as the Cobra Kais began to stalk towards them.
But then, the sound of the front door being busted in made them gasp and turn around, Tory now walking in with a vengeful look with more Cobra Kais. "Hope you don't mind if we crash the party."
The two girls gave each other a smile and Emmy stepped forward. "You're always welcome, Tor."
But Miguel couldn't take his eyes off of Emmy. He hadn't seen her since she saw him and Sam. Emmy noticed his staring eyes, and gave a smile. "Mig...it's not nice to stare. Especially since your new girl toy is standing right next to you."
"Don't talk to him," Sam walked in front of Miguel, but Emmy took a big step towards her, and she stopped.
"You have no idea what you've done to me," Emmy coldly said. And there was a beat of silence, heaving breathing all around them before a sharp slap! was heard.
Then from behind Miguel, Chris lunged for her, but Tory then lunged for him, Emmy not flinching while in the middle.
"Round two," she smirked, grabbing Chris's headed and slammed it down onto her knee.
And then, a full on brawl started in the LaRusso home. Emmy quickly shoved Chris aside, her eyes on someone else. She rushed towards Miguel, grabbing the back of his head and shoving him into the counter. "Miss me?"
He let out a grunt, reaching around and grabbing her arm before backing her into the fridge. She groaned at the sudden impact, blocking his punch and kicked him off of her, making him go over the counter.
"Get deja vu?" she breathed, leaning over the counter and looking down at him.
"This isn't right, Em," Miguel seriously said, getting into a defensive position again.
"You don't get to tell me what's right anymore," and then she swung at him, causing him to use his reflexes and raise his arm up, blocking it.
Miguel then swung at her this time, but Emmy had no plans only playing nice, catching his fist, and elbowed the inside of his arm, making it collapse for a second. But that second was all she needed, yanking his arm forward, making him go stomach first onto the counter. Miguel tried to pull his arm back, rolling onto his back, but Emmy just sadistically smiled.
