OoC: That's a perfectly fine interpretation. Don't be afraid to control her actions. After all, this is going to be anything but a standard match. Well, for me, anyways. With a character like Aronin, it must be fairly standard.

BiC: There is not normally a thin line between being scared and being angry. Normally, the urge to either take flight or stand up and fight is easy to discern as either one or the other. The decision is not on a sliding scale. When presented with a threat to one‘s life, there is no middle option between fleeing or neutralizing the threat altogether.

As Neko lay on the dock, her whole body aching, her rear sticking through the hole she made upon impact, she debated with herself whether to run away from whoever this person was that had caught her, or stay and see if she was good enough to get around the skill he had so adeptly used to shrug her off. Had he not been so hasty to insult her, she may have been leaning toward running as she pulled herself to her feet.

Now, having met only one person capable of anything close to psychic power (excluding animate objects), she was more on the apprehensive side than anything else. As she got the curious man in her sights, she wondered if he would do the same thing once more if she were to simply charge him again. Of course, considering the distance put between them, a charge would be stupid, anyways.

That was when she realized just exactly where she was. Since the last man she had to deal with was not going to put up a “fight,” per say, she had not been focusing on using any of her more passive Ninja techniques. Since she was clearly going to have to take this person with some degree of seriousness, she put her mind to work.

From where he was standing, it would have looked like she vanished. Using her special kind of speed, she dashed behind what equated to a wall of crates that was stacked a man and a half high. Although it was somewhat disconcerting that she was not able to keep him constantly in her sights, she cleared the distance between them without invoking his psychic devastation.

Through a space between two crates, she saw him standing right where she left him after her only successful hit so far. Bad news: He was staring right back at her. Good news: He continued to pan his vision around where she was. This told her one important thing. Although a psychic -or perhaps some other kind of force user- he could not read her mind.

Then he did something she did not expect. Had her reflexes and perception not been at their feline height, he would have exposed her. With a force like the one he used to toss her away, he lifted all of the crates she could have been hiding behind off the ground. As the first box began to rise, she grabbed on to the top edge of the nearest crate. He took her up right along with them.

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