Ean gasped as Sakura sat up, inadvertently putting her weight on the small of his back. “Owwww,” he groaned. “Dammit, JD, get out of here: these people don’t fuck around.”
JD sighed and stopped bouncing on his toes with his fists up. “You sure?” he asked. “I think I could take her.”
For that matter, given their earlier encounter, so was Sakura. She looked down at Ean so that her smile would be hidden from them both. If she was wrong, then she had a successful mission to celebrate. And if she was right… well, she had insisted on the cash portion of her payment upfront, and when whoever came next came, at least JD and Ean would have been forewarned.
Ean blinked at the floor. “Wait, what?” he asked me.
But before I could provide further insight into Sakura’s motivations she slung her braid back and sprang off of Ean. She darted toward JD and slashed at him with the long steel claws while his guard was down.
So, naturally, JD caught her forearm with one hand and the blades with his other. Then he yanked her against himself – too close for her to effectively punch or kick – and wrenched: the claws bent until they pointed backward along Sakura’s arm.
Sakura’s eyes grew wide and she tried to knee him in the groin, but JD twisted so that his hip pushed her knee aside. Then he shoved her backward and she tumbled over the arm of the couch.
“Bad ninja,” JD said. He waggled a finger at her admonishingly. “No cookie.”