the Mob

She's damn good, he thought.
But she's still a woman.

She hacked at him with her sword and he parryied (sp?), side-stepped and he took the sword in his arms and chopped down ontop of the other-the steel blade fell with a clang to the floor, severed from the hilt.
He moved his blade with beauty and came in an arc to stop the blade mere inches from her bare neck.

Clara was panting and glanced down at her broken weapon. Closing her eyes she waited for him to cut through her neck.

Vash looked around. He found another pair of swords on the wall. He took one of them out. " Well sure you beat a Woman, but could you beat me?" asked Vash as he swinged with his sword showing how good he is at swords.

He stepped away from Clara, his target-another day, he told himself.
He turned on the Russian.

Vash smirked "My name is Vash by the way..." said Vash getting into a Defensive Pose.

Clara watched the two. Great they were going to kill each other. . .or were they and how did she play into their hands.

He took a side-step and feigned to slash at Vash. He side-stepped and circled the Russaian.

Clara started out of the cellar. If she could just find a way out and back to Tony.

He didn't notice her. He was having too much fun sparring with Vash.
He slash at the Russian's hand, but missed.

Clara smirked as she saw the door. Just a few more seconds and she would be on her way to Chicago and Tony.

He was close to pulling the same technique he'd used on Clara-damn, Vash was pretty good.
Wait, he thought. Where is she?

"Shit! Hell NO!" shouted Vash. He ran up the cellar and jumped, and pinned Clara to the floor.

Clara umfed as she was tackled to the ground and pinned. "Let go of me. Get off me." she said struggling.

"Yo, get some rope!" shouted Vash to M's.

~Nice.~
He walked up the stairs calmly, carrying a baseball bat in his hand.
"Wan't me to use this?"

Clara tried to knee him in the gut, but that didn't work. "Get off me you manwhore."

"Will you Shut Up, or do you want your face broken off with that bat?" answered Vash.

He raised the bat and went to swing it at her.

Clara froze cringing. She had stopped struggling once she saw the bat.

"Nice bat by the way" said Vash to M's chuckling.