"Make-up" Battle

[Murasaki Youko]

Youko sighed as she looked around. Just two hours before, her Boss had been challenged to a fight by the famous Vongola Cloud Guardian, in order to make-up for the extra million Fortunato's ninth head would've had to pay because of her stupid mistake. 'But it wasn't even my fault!' It hadn't been her who destroyed the library: it had been Hibari's fault! Youko sighed again. 'The world is so unfair...' She kept her thoughts to herself, since if she did tell them aloud, she would be whacked by her Boss again. Oh joy...

Youko dug her hand in the pocket of the long black coat she was wearing, assuring herself that her boxes were still there. The woman let out a sigh of relief when she touched the cold material: she would never admit it, but she was feeling kind of restless because of the fight she was about to take part in. For various reasons. One, because she had heard many things about the Vongola Cloud Guardian. He was rumored to be the strongest Mafioso alive, and all of the killings he had supposedly done did a lousy job at calming her down. Two, because of the confidence with which he had challenged them. He had clearly stated: 2 against 1. If he was so confident, then that meant he was stronger than her and her Boss together, right? And three, because she had felt the power of his Dying Will Flame a few days before. Even a few inches away from her face, Youko had clearly felt the heat of the flames, and his killing intent (which had been kept under check for sure!) had been pretty scary, too. The woman sighed. She definitely did NOT look forward to that battle...

She was already at the place Hibari had mentioned. The only thing she had to do was wait, on option she totally detested. 'It makes me lose my confidence...'

[Konomi Fortunato]

Konomi had, over and over, gone through the battle she and her silly subordinate were about to get into. There was roughly a two percent chance of winning, if even that, and she doubted luck could come and save them. Hibari didn't strike her as man who could be beaten through such a thing. In order to win, it'd have to be a miracle, and on the wheel of fortune, there was but a single space for that.

She had arrived a few minutes after leaving the library and Youko leaving to go off on her own. The ninth Fortunato had taken to resting on a tree, staring at the leaves and branches as she waited for someone to show and went over things such as how to beat Hibari despite the too low chance and which weapon she should use. The glaive was just a single weapon while the tekko were two, like Hibari's tonfas.

Youko had arrived but Konomi continued to muse on different matters. Youko had only used a staff, and although it was fancy, Cloud fed on other flames. Her subordinate also was considerably more acrobatic but that had gotten her into trouble before, considering the whole ankle ordeal. Hibari seemed to be a very perspective person, so perhaps he'd see that was wrong and exploit it. Konomi didn't have any weaknesses like that that she knew of. In the ten years though, she had changed battle wise. It use to be she preferred strength over defense and agility, though now she'd rather have speed and the latter two.

Strength was mere bruteness, but if she could get more hits in a single minute, then it seemed more worthwhile to focus not on power but on attack speed.

Coming up with a less-than-detailed strategy, Konomi walked out of her spot, appearing as casual as she usually did with her hands in her shorts. "Did you choose a weapon?"