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[X] Pin the girl down on the ground.

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This girl is dangerous. He can't stay idle.

"V-Vincent?" she asks uncertainly.

Her eyes look familiar. Has he met this girl somewhere before? He pauses as he tries to remember...

"Argh!"

He cringes in pain. Something sharp is cleaving deep into his mind. The more he tries to recall, the worse the pain gets. But he is sure now - he has met this person before. This person must be

"What's wrong?" she asks calmly. "Tell me where it hurts. I'm not a doctor, but -"

This person. He knows this person. Why can't he remember? He shakes violently as his suffering escalates. This person. She must be someone important. He needs to remember. Remember her. This girl. She is

"Komachi must have lied. She said that she held back her her punch..." she mutters.

She isn't human.

He feels his muscles tense up by instinct. Adrenalin quickly pumps through his veins. He needs to move right now. Right now. No time. Hesitation means death.

"Vincent? What are you -"

He jumps up quickly and readies his stance before she can react. In a single sweeping motion, he manages to kick her off balance. The girl falls helplessly on the futon. Without hesitation, he pushes her down and manages to pin her at a mounted position. He braces himself for the girl's counterattack. This girl should be knowledgeable in unarmed combat. She will probably try to hit him with her elbows or sweep him off completely. He steels his body to prepare for a grueling match.

"..."

He looks down at the girl. The top of her dress has come partially undone. Her short silver her is splayed carelessly on the futon. For some reason, her black ribbon hasn't come off. Somehow, she managed to hold on to one of her Eastern battle blades during the scuffle. She holds it tightly with both her hands, but she doesn't attempt to draw the weapon. She doesn't even try to raise her head up or twist her body away.

Something is wrong. Why isn't she fighting back? She is much stronger than this. He is sure of that. This girl has far more power than he can hope to defend against. Why isn't she fighting back? Is she toying with him? This doesn't feel right.

She looks at him with her deep blue eyes. Her tears glitter in the sunlight like sapphires as they flow down her flawless skin. Her cheeks are bright red, contrasting beautifully with her eyes. Her small mouth quivers nervously as he looks down at her.

For a moment, the two of them stay completely still.

This girl...
[ ] Knock her unconscious.
[ ] Push her arms down.
[ ] Cover her mouth.
[ ] Make a break for the door.
[ ] Do nothing.
[ ] Custom

Optional:
[ ] Say something to the girl. (Specify)