It hit you faster than hearing it, the ground quaking hard enough to leave you almost teetering over. Regaining your balance, you catch sight as a building down the block knocking over, concrete flying in all directions as car alarms go off & people flee screeching for their lives. Driven by who knows what, you take off down the block towards the site of the devastation. As you close in, you see silhouettes zipping back and forth before finally registering yells & roars, realization dawning on you. Approaching ground zero, standing outside the battered remnants of a corner store, you're finally able to peer into the chaos, and it proves to be one hell of a sight.

"Stay down & eat dirt, scumbag!" Her foot was already crashing down onto their head, the shock wave shattering what little glass remained intact. Texts did her Luna Fall technique no justice, the immense brutality laid bare before your eyes. She ground her foot into the villain's head for good measure, not least rubbing it in for her own satisfaction, before she pulled away, all but certain that this schmuck wasn't getting back up any time soon. Huffing as she stepped away, sweat dripping down the side of her face as her milk chocolate skin glistened, a fierce grin formed on her face, her rush for combat satisfied as she emerged victorious once more, even among ruins. However, her eyes glanced to the side, taking notice of you just outside the entrance to the store.

"Hey, you!" Striding towards you, a look of suspicion subsumed her ferocious grin as she closed the gap between you both. "What're you doing here?"

"Oh yeah? Well... just minding my own business." The sarcasm is thick enough to cut through the dust hanging in the air. Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama crosses her arms beneath her ample bosom, fixing you with a piercing glare. "And what business would that be?"

Her expression doesn't waver as she leans forward slightly, waiting for your reply. Despite her questioning demeanor, there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you; this isn't just idle curiosity on her part. As heroes, both of you have a stake in making sure things stay safe around here.

Her expression skeptical, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly into a smirk. "Oh really? And just what do you mean by that?" Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama folds her arms more tightly across her chest, resisting the urge to take a step closer. She scans your face for any signs of duplicity, searching for anything that might betray your true intentions. Despite her better judgment, she finds herself grudgingly admiring your attempt at confidence.

The movement startles her slightly, and she takes a step back herself. She eyes you warily as you close the distance between them, her right hand instinctively finding its way to the black strap connecting the pieces of her costume around her waist. Despite this small show of caution, there's something in your expression that convinces her not to take any further aggressive action just yet.

"All right," she growls, her tone bordering on defensive as much as it is skeptical. "Let me put it to you straight: if I even suspect you're up to anything funny, I will stop you in your tracks." Her gaze hardens, and for a moment she looks almost frighteningly intense. "Do we understand each other?"

Her eyes narrow as she watches you carefully, waiting for your reply. Even if there's something about this whole situation that doesn't quite sit right with her, she's willing to give you the benefit of the doubt...for now. But should you even think about crossing her, she won't hesitate to put you in your place, hard and fast.

A flicker of surprise crosses Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama's features as you voice your...interesting sentiment. She hesitates for a moment, not quite sure how to react, before finally responding with a snort. "Well, I'd appreciate the confidence, but let me be clear: if there ever comes a day where you think I need help from some random bystander..." Her voice trails off as she shakes her head, a mixture of amusement and derision in her eyes. "...just remember this conversation."

With that, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama turns back to survey the wreckage around them once more, seemingly at ease with the idea of finishing things on her own.

She pauses for a moment, turning her head slightly to look at you over her shoulder before meeting your eyes once more. "Well," she says with a smirk, "I appreciate the offer...but I think I can handle things just fine on my own." Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to yours, a hint of challenge in her expression. "Besides, who says you're any safer than that guy?"

Her grin widens at your implied challenge, and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she studies you more closely. "Oh really?" she asks, stepping closer again before continuing with a shrug. "All right then, if that's what you want." With sudden speed, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama lunges forward and throws a quick punch at your midsection, looking for an opening to test her assumptions about your intentions.

Her expression hardens at your lack of reaction as her fist connects with something solid and unexpectedly resilient. Instinctively, she drops back several steps, shaking out her hand in surprise as she surveys you more carefully this time. "Huh," she grunts. "Guess I picked the wrong target."

She glances down at your stomach, wondering just how much punishment you can take before you finally give way under her assault. A sneer curls up one corner of her mouth as she starts to circle around you, searching for an opening in your defenses. "You're tougher than you look," she says dryly. "Guess I'll just have to be a little more...persistent."

Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama lunges forward again, aiming a solid kick at your midsection before spinning around to deliver another blow with her free arm. Her speed and strength seem unmatched as she presses you harder and harder, but there's something about your resilience that refuses to break...

"Oh." The single word is almost a whisper, but it holds an unmistakable note of surprise. For a moment, her assault slackens as she processes this new information, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Then, just as quickly, the calculating look vanishes, replaced by a hungry glint in her ruby-red orbs. "Well," she purrs, stepping even closer now and tracing a finger along your jawline, "if that's what you want..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans forward and presses their lips against yours hungrily.