Ryk grinned. "Cause I wanna fight 'er!" he said, punching a fist in the air. "She seems strong, and I wanna test that. And, before you even think it, I'm not like certain other people whom you know." he added.

Micheal blinked and smiled wide. "Fine, go ahead, but it's your funeral. Just watch out for that sword of hers. She can bring it out faster than you can say 'die'. "

Ryk grinned. "I'm lucky then. Goonies never say 'die'. And, besides, she can be no where near as strong as me." he said, with a smug smile on his face.

Micheal turned his head at him and then chuckled. He let out a big sigh and closed his eyes. His hands went behind his head. "Never have I seen Cathy loose a fight. Well, besides to Kerokee, but Kerokee taught her everything she knows at sword fighting. Everything else? She taught herself."

Ryk scoffed. "Big flippin' deal. Hey, do y'know where I could find her? Maybe set up a date for the fight?" he asked, looking over at Micheal.

"Eh? Go find her yourself. She hates my guts. She'll kill me if she sees me four miles away." Micheal mumbled. "But, I see her coming right now."

OoC: I asked her to join this as soon as I posted it, but she hasn't been on lately.

Just like he had said, Cathy was coming their way. She was walking with her hands on her hips and a very angry look on her face. Something had gotten her into a sour mood, and maybe it was because she had some red paint stained in her hair. Now her normal blue hair was now bloody red. "What the hell did you do!?"

Micheal stared at horror at Cathy's hair. Though he looked frightened on the outside, he was laughing on the inside. He wasn't the one who put the paint in Cathy's hair, but who ever did, copied him from five years before, when Cathy was only turning 11. "I didn't to that! But man, whoever did is so good at it. Looks like you didn't even realize that someone put it in there!"

OoC: Oh, if you want to know what Cathy really looks like, here is a pic.
http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q89/ ... =cathy.jpg

Ryk looked at the Zora somewhat beildered. Zora could have hair? That was a new one. "Trust me, ma'am, couldn't be this kid. Me and him were playing fetch." he said, before extending a claw out. "Name's Ryokiden, by the way"

"Then who the hell did this!?" Cathy yelled. She heard chuckling coming from Micheal. "If you don't shut the fudge up I'll make sure you have a broken ankle." The chuckling died away.

She walked over to Ryokiden and glared at him. "I already don't like you."

OoC: Yes, she's a smartass.

Ryk grinned. He liked her already. This would be fun. "Well, this kid says you are a good fighter, and I say, since you're a stinkin' fish, that you have the fighting skills of a dairy cow." he said, smiling smugly. That was his plan, and he hoped it would work. No, he knew it would work.

Cathy's anger increased. "Who the hell are you calling a stinkin' fish!? Damn bastard, I'll kill you for that comment!" She punched him, making him go flying into the trees. "I hope you learned your fucken lesson!"

Ryk sat on a low branch of the tree that Micheal was sitting under at the begining of it all. "Fishface, don't you think I would have a trick or two up my sleeves?" he asked, smiling smugly. All Cathy had hit was the Hollow Shell, a skill he had learned from the Three Kings.

"Cathy, I think that your going a little-" The death glare that she gave him stopped him. "Ok, never mind." he muttered under his breath.

"Damn bastard," Cathy breathed out. "Just because you have some fucken skills doesn't mean that you are stronger than me!" Cathy pulled out her sword. "Meet my big pointy friend."