Romance of the Shadow Furries

Yori was breathing tired, standing in her typical stance as a bead of sweat went down the fur on her face to her waying breasts, a fan on in her hand as she bent forward. She was sparring with Kuro, a cat ninja that Hairou lived with. It had been at least two months since the wolfman and the foxwoman had met and Yori had made sure on her promise, staying on the weekends to teach her former foe the ways of the Takibi family. However, for now, the silent Kuro and her had been fighting it out in practice.

"Koonkononon," she laughed, holding fan up to herself. She was wearing her normal revealing attire as the two fought, hoping to try and use her well-endowed body to try and distract him somewhat, "Those clones of yours sure are lacking."

Kuromaru being the silent adversary that he is didn't much speak what's inside his head or even opened his lips for that matter. Mostly keeping to himself or just spouting what's necessarily at the time. Under the request of Hairou he agreed to spar with this female kunoichi vixen. She was a bit tough but not that much, managing to out speed in pure speed unlike the wolf man.

The lookalike clones that resembled him too much were circling slowly around the red vixen who boosting about her voluptuous body Kuromaru trying to ignore her willy attempts to distract his mine. Their sharp eyes fixed like a laser beam or a predator on Yori's eyes. And without a warning they all attacked at the same time! Hopping together from each four directions with an axe kick aimed at her head!

The real one was hiding behind her back hoping with this she would be finished in a quick fashionable way.

Kuromaru had been tough, an impressive display of ability and strength that matched her own rather well when it came to raw speed. He was a silent foe, which she found boring, liking the wolfman's banter with her far more than her current foe, darting back silently as they clashed, with him being somewhat faster. His clones had been annoying as well, constantly using them to either parry or disorient her.

She had soon found herself surrounded, all of them coming in with an axe kick and no time to figure out which one was the real Kuromaru. Panic quickly turned to idea as she spun around, the large ball at the end of her tail catching a flame to try and strike all the clones in a fiery spin counter.

The black cladded kitty was hoping such a sneaky maneuver would be enough to end that match but seems this vixen isn't that kind of an easy target. His eyes glittered from the ignition of her fiery ball ornament that danced leisurely around her body like a hula hop drenched on fire. His attack was halted midway as he elegantly backflipped away from safety, foot almost catching on fire from his neglence. 

Kuro was now alerted by such an attack and needed something else to approach her. The kitty cat would try approaching Yori a buit harsher as he docekd below her with a raised jumping kick to her chin

Konkonkon! Not bad, you really light my fire," Yori continues to laugh as she spun around with fiery ball. She tried less to actively burn him and more to dissuade him from continuing with his attack. There would be no more clones now, just the two of them facing off once again as they sparred a rather competitive duel against each other.

Once again, Kuromaru seemed to be the one that was more aggressive, coming straight at her from below, attempting a jumping kick. She bent backwards, his leg nearly going between her breasts as she flipped back, pushing herself up in her backwards flip and throwing two folding fans at him. He definitely was a bit more of a challenge than the stronger Hairou, but his speed was something else.

The young kitty was going at her strong and sharper than ever taking this spar a bit too seriously. Yori was hard to fight back seeing how see was to flexible for a simple attack to land on her, and being a fox she's probably more trickier than him. This was getting hectic bit by bit.

The kick was a failure and so was her own as her red fans was caught by both his hands, and follow up his next attack in a quick succession a smoke bomb was tossed near her feats that darkened their place with a pitch-black smokescreen enough to blind a spotlight, Kuro took this chance to toss her flying fans back at her aiming where her face would be.

Yori coughed as the black smoke screen erupted at her feet, causing her to flinch and cough as it obstructed her vision. It only took a second as her own fans came back towards her, thrown back in retaliation and only giving her a fraction of a second to dodge out of the way as both were aimed towards her head. Kuromaru was no joke when it came to even a spar it seemed.

A spark of flame in the smoke bombs mist suddenly burned it all away as she spun around, ridding herself of the smoke, "Gross, I always hated that smell."

The thing is, smoke bombs are mostly used for escapes and for that occasion on combat could be used for trickery. The bombs coupled with her own flying fans was enough for Kuromaru to close the distance reaching all the way to Yori. And by reaching his already there midair!

The kitty's sharp claws could be seen glinting from the dojos lights as his needle-like eyes was on prey mode and with with one target to slash, or scratch for that matter. Yori's pretty face!

Yori didn't see through the trickery but had expected that it would be some sort of feint attack of some sort. So, when out through the smoke came her sparring opponent, ready to claw her face like some scratching post. Quick enough movement would allow herself to get out of the way, but just then, something vibrated.

Her phone had been set to vibrate for calls prior to their bout, and just that second of distraction was enough for his claws to slice through a portion of her top. It cut the Cloth just at her hip, making her grimace in pain as she pushed herself away with a red mark there, "Ouch, not fair, I have a phone call," she says quickly answering it.

"O' hi mama!" she says, not even focusing on the fight anymore.

He was successful at landing the first strike and the first blood for this ongoing sparring match, but when she answered her phone call he halted any sorts of sneak attack until she sorted this out.

The black kitty was crossing his arms as he waited his partner to finish whatever the matter she's handling with her mother, tapping the ground with his inpatient feet as the heat of the battle was ever so slowly getting getting drained from him. He rolled his yellow-ish eyes wondering who would carry a phone in the middle of a match?! This vixen needed some fixing in behavior indeed