Yamal continues her rampage, cleaving her way through the crowd of mooks. She's having so much fun, she only notices the sound of boots running towards her seconds too late.
"Final Trigger: Sun! Rider Jump!"
She turns at the noise, recognizing it as similar to the voice from Penelope's belt, her machineguns turning to fire but their target seemingly ignorant or impervious to her bullets, and-
"Final Trigger: Rider Kick!"
A flying foot hits Yamal dead on in the chest as she turns to intercept the attack.
The Russian icebreaker, for a few moments, thinks she can handle this. Then the explosion occurs.
A few seconds later, as she's lying at the base of a nearby wall, her coat burnt and torn in places, the rigging on her back dented and crushed, she realizes this newcomer is more than ready to tangle with her. She eyes the opponent carefully; their armour is similar in design to Penelope's and the soldiers, almost as if it's an intermediate stage between them, with brown metallic parts and a golden undersuit. The motif on their chest seems to be of a stylized sun, rather than a wheel or the various coins, swords, staves and cups. Their helmet's visor consists of a gold circle, with a small mouthpiece underneath. They stop and stare at Yamal, surprised; perhaps he meant to take her down more definitively with that kick.
As she feels her injuries being repaired by her somewhat shocked crew, the icebreaker realizes she may have a nice fight on her hands.
Exploding kicks. EXPLODING. KICKS. Okay, that was a new one.
Yamal grits her teeth as she rises, the painted razor-smile still managing to look cheerful despite the injury, though her words don't quite match her face. More of the 'professional tour guide' showing through there at the moment.
"Okay. Okay. We need to set some ground rules. First, please do not attack the rigging. There are a couple of nuclear reactors there. It would be a shame if either of them melted down. They're meant for Arctic waters, not this urban jungle." True to her word, she's running awfully hot right now. Either way, she's still grinning, picking herself up, feeling her coat slowly mending, the crew working out dents and bruises furiously with dozens of tiny hammers and welding torches all over her. She'll be awfully hungry later, but that's fine.
"Second! I've been wanting to pick on someone my own size. Sure, you're twenty three and a half thousand tons short, but you'll do. You'll do niiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaah that tickles."Her glorious, grinning taunting of the Rider is interrupted rudely when Ev stabs a syringe into her. It does, in fact, tickle. Strangely, it repairs her, both flesh and metal and clothing coming back together. Sparkly shipgirl magical bullshit at work. Not that Yamal would dream of complaining!
"Oops. Medic break. Sorry." She repeats the apology in Russian.
"You know how they are. Healing you when you just want to go out and wreck stuff, am I right?"She lets out a short, barking laugh at that, before stepping forward, ramming her fists together to make a sound that is remarkably like a microcosm of two ships slamming together bow-first. Behind her, Evridiki pulls out a saw, something she's surprised by.
"Thought I was gonna go for the one-on-one thing. Oh well. Never accept a fair fight, right? I mean, not that this was a fair fight to begin with."
Her idle taunting suddenly focuses razor sharp towards the surprised Rider with the Sun motif.
"Now, enough chatter. Come on! Let's see your 'final trigger' again. Maybe you've got a better finisher this time?" she grins, boilers already running at basically full steam again.
(Melee time! Ideally, let him come to her, but otherwise, anything goes. Punch, kick, it's all in the mind,etc)((
Also, Yamal can into Caffeine. just saiyan))
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