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WHO: Raye Satterfield, Saretha Kaiser, witnesses and anyone who wants to observe
WHEN: Sunday evening. The 15th
WHERE: A section of the Dead District far away from the Thunder Compound and LSR clinic
WHAT: Saretha Kaiser, eager to attempt to trigger more Echoes by recreating events from her past life, has challenged Raye Satterfield to a duel. Raye, eager to feed Saretha a knuckle sandwich, has accepted.
WARNINGS: Violence, strong language, grievous scenery abuse. You know what? Let's just go with Warning: Kill la Kill.

Alright, this was the place. Raye stood amid the emptied out buildings in an abandoned part of the Dead District, far from the compound that Thunder Corp had started building up after the aliens' arrival. She had come dressed for a fight too, in her living black and red school uniform, and had her arms crossed as she waited.

"Are you certain this is the best course of action?" Senketsu finally broke the silence, glancing upward at his wearer.

"Course I am. You heard all that crap she was talking." Raye grumbled, looking around again. Where the hell was she anyway?

"Perhaps. However, that Kamui she was wearing troubles me. If Saretha has managed to master wearing it, you may find yourself at a serious disadvantage if you fight her."

Raye paused, frowning at that thought. She remembers full well how strong she and Senketsu were in that first fight. It's a huge difference between the power they had now....

But even if that's the case.

"Yeah, well, I can't just back out now."

"I see. So you are determined to see this through to the end."

"Yeah." Besides Saretha's attitude, a part of her wanted to see for herself just how strong her "rival" was. Those past-life memories had haunted her since they first appeared in her mind, and she wanted to see how she matched up not just against Saretha Kaiser, but against Matoi Ryuko. The girl she'd apparently been once. "No going back now."

"... Then in that case, I will lend you what strength I can as always."

"... Thanks, Senketsu."

So they're both on the same page. Now, there's nothing left to do but wait for all Hell to break loose.

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FUCKIN' CALLED THE STRIPPER OUTFIT FOR KAISER!

[With this profound statement, Roxy sits back, pulls out her iPhone, and begins to film the ensuing fight, snickering occasionally whenever it gets particularly anime.]

[and a call comes out from a way's away]

... That is not a stripper outfit! Besides, it's not like she can control how it looks...!

No, yeah, I know she can't control it I talked to her archrival once, but it's still totally a stripper outfit.

[Roxy ambles over as she delivers this information.]

St-stripper outfits are themed...

[Amy says that a little bit less confidently as she focuses back on taking down details about the fight]

Her's is white and blue, that counts.

Although I gotta say I'm not a fan of the shoulder spikes.

I don't think they're there to look good, to be honest...

[she looks over at Roxy and blinks]

Are you recording this?

Oh. Yeah. I ain't letting something like this go undocumented.

Don't worry I'm not gonna post it on the Internet or anything.

[hmm...]

Actually, I was wondering if you could send it to me.

[Blink.]

Yeah, sure, I guess. Why, though?

[Amy smiles a bit proudly]

I work for her now, and I'm supposed to document the battle. This could be a big help.

Wow, okay, so you're clearly her anime butler, and that is kind of weird.

[Roxy peers at the fighters.]

Man, I'm lookin' at this sword use and, like, I am not a fan, it looks super dumb.

Like fine, I don't know how katanas work at all, but still.

... I'm not a butler. I'm her assistant. You make it sound like I get her things and clean up after her or something.

[she looks back at the fight]

... I wouldn't even begin to know how to use that sort of thing correctly either. But-

[and she pauses in mid-sentence, blinking again]

It'll come with future Echoes.

Speaking of which, you okay there.

[Amy was quiet for a few moments longer, her eyes wide as saucers. A million thoughts were running through her mind as she became absorbed in the scene before her, leading to her coming to conclusions...

Needless to say, she'd had a pulse]

I can... I can predict what they're about to do...

[Blink blink.]

Well shit, dude, I hope I never gotta fight you.

[Amy makes a face]

I've never fought anyone before in my life...!

Don't start, man, you'll kick their asses. Most people gotta practice for like, years, to half-predict what somebody's about to do.

How far can you see ahead? Like, a couple seconds? Less?

It's... sort of like that, sort of not. It's an intuition. It's like the things around them, their power... I can see what direction it's going and figure out what it's going to do...

Probably not more'n a couple seconds, then. That's less insanely ridiculous than I thought. But still.

I'm still trying to figure this out... but come to think of it, in memories I've gotten back before, I remember doing this. In like, these simulation battles I was doing...

Bet you were winning.

... I actually think I was, come to think of it.

See? You got skills.

... Maybe.

... I wonder why she didn't seem to enjoy it...

Sparring's a pain?

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