((BTW at this point the fight is outside, he pushed her out of the Love Handle.))

The door fley off its hinges as the girl fell through the door. Her white blonde hair flew in all directions as a hand reached in after her and grabbed her hair, yanking her up with no mercy and ignoring her terrible cries of pain. The fist partnered with the other lashed out, missing the girl by a few centimeters. Ruka would not stand for this, nor would she let it happen to anyone ever again. She twisted out of the mans grasp, grabbing his arm and running behind his back. She twisted the arm expertly, and smiled when she heard the click, snap, click. She dropped the man to the ground, smirking as he stood flailing his now useless arm around. He smiled, and the fight was on.

Fists, fur and hair flew from the dust clowd rolling around them. Blood began to fly, too. Soon Ruka was staring at the man with two swords in her hands. She twirled them expertly, laughing all the while like a little schoolgirl at the boy she liked, or a big cat at its pathetic prey. That happens after 350 years of living. You just kindof fade out, killing whatever thretans to stop you. The man fell to his knees, gasping for air. Ruka walked toward him, bent down into his ear and said in her most seductive way, "Tell that to you're gorgoil of a wife, will ya?" Oh, the irony.

She stepped inside the Love Handle, stealling the cops hat she had been wearing earlier from the dirt and placing it atop her head. Her green eyes flashed a color of golden, quickly shading back to their natural color. Her jacket had a fake badge on it, her shorts barely coating any skin and a dark blue denim. Her stelletto heels found their way from the tips of her toes to the bottom of her knees. Its no wonder that monster had wanted to take her home, and use her for his own personal gain. Not like Ruka didn't know how to handle herself.