Wretched hive of traitors and rebels.

"Not exactly a warriors build I have" Toshiro pointed out in a sheepish yet charming way

"Possibly at least once more" Miyamoto admitted with a jolly laugh

"Well it's pleasant in it's own way" She replies in her polite manner of flirting.

Take smirks "At least , you expecting to lose more" He arcs a brow , mentally patting himself on the back for that one.

"Oh you like the pretty boy type?" Toshiro asked with a little smirk, he knew what he looked like.

Miyamoto had an idea for how to adjust his strategy on this one

"Yes" She replies with a firm nod.

Take sees the stare of evaluation , and decides to take a more unorthodox route , resting his blade on his shoulder he just calmly saunters around the giant man , looking for gaps in his guard.

"Well maybe we could get a drink later..." He suggested then asked "So exatly how good are you in a fight?" he wondered curiously

The giant pretends to be oblivios to the gap on his offhand

She gestures to her epic ass red and green armor "I would say excellent" She replies flatly .

Take makes a note of it mentally , then suddenly sends his wakisashi flying at the ronin's side , knowing that it will allow him to create an opening.

"Want to give an amature a demonstration" Toshi asked innoently

This time Miyomoto switches tactics catching his arm and throwing him into a tree

Take uses reiki to form an invisible armor around himself , but it still hurts like hell as he slams into the tree stiffly "Watch out guys it's learning " He quips as he picks himself up .

She raises a brow "You sure?"

"If you don't mind of course" The tentai repleid

"You talk a lot of trash" Miyamoto observed

"I tell it how I see it" He replies , grin only getting smugger , then with no warning he chops the tree in half and boosting his strength kicks it straight at Moto.

"Well of course , but I don't want to hurt you much , unless you're sure you want it" She replies.

"Well if you're worried you can't handle me..." Toshiro said playfully as a reply

Miyamoto boosts his own strength and smashes part og it to splinters with his mildly freudian weapon as the rest sails over head

Take grins , he has to move now. Quickly he darts up directly onto the kanabo , avoiding the spikes as he deftly runs up it's length and slams a foot directly into Moto's face.

"Let's do this"

Which is succesful but Miyamoto carches his foot and begins punny goding him about

Toshiro turned his stance to face her, though he did not expect to be armed for long against her

Take gasps as he hits the hard ground breath escaping him in an instant , world exploding with white light as his head rings in pain. Working off of instinct alone he target's Moto's thumb and rips his leg from his grip. then he catches himself on his hands and sweeps the giant's leg from under him while he's off-balance.

She simply stands confidently ,an intimidating glare focused on him as she doesn't even draw her blade .

Toshiro tries one of the verticle slashes take showed him , one he had down fairly well

The impressive display falls flat when the giant stands as rooted as a migty oak, then punts take into the air

Take gasps for air as he is punted , barely managing to catch himself as he lands hard on the ground "Alright...you take this round , I need a breather...shit"

She literally catches the blade between her hands and kicks him square in the gut so hard he collapses.

Toshiro was admitedly not expecting to be disarmed quite so handily, he colapsed to his hands and knees, looking up to get his bearings and get ready to rise again

"My how the proud have fallen" Motto chuckled "Good fight"

" Hey big man its 1-1 alright?" He replies with a grin as he gives a small bow "...You wanna go get a drink?"

She hands him back his sword and takes another step back.

"Yeah i'd like that" moto replied with a nod

Toshi staggered to his feet, "Alright *cough* not bad" this time he tried a slash at the legs he had seen Take do

"...I'm assuming you know a place" Take admits sheepishly.

However before his strike can even reach she slams a palm into his face .

To which toshi counters with the masterful.... fall backwards onto his ass

"Of course I do" Moto headed for the sceeziest tavern in town

"....I feel so at home" Take remarks with a smirk and a raised brow as he enters the bar , suddenly realizing how weirdly out of place he now looks .

"Great technique" She smirks as she puts a hand out to him "I could help you train , so that you would no longer be so terrible"

"Yeah I had a guy for that but he ran off with your doorman" Toshiro admits,though he hadn't used his magic because that would have been unfair "So yes I would love some training"

"You don't look it" Miyomoto commented

"...And that's why I don't brush my fucking hair " He replies ,glaring in Toshi's general direction as he walks into the bar.

"Good, I've business to take care of , we'll meet here tomorrow at morning"

"I'll see you then" Toshiro assured her and then began to practice his magic, summoning and bending wind and lightning and all that stuff in the training yard

"YOu talking to that woman you hang out with? who is she anyway?" Moto asked