Rizel spun around and clipped the wall efortlessly, transitioning into a reverse wallride and landing at least 10 feet from her opponent. Actually, you couldn't really call him an opponent, just some idiot that she had crossed while wearing ATs. He wasn't a particularly good rider, but he was at least a foot taller than Rizel, and about a hundren pounds heavier.
"Well, now, wasn't that impressive?" He said in a low voice, walking slowly forward. "But playtime's over, little girl, you're on MY turf." And with that, the guy launched forward, swinging his arms towards her as if to punch her with both fists. Ducking and dodging easily, Rizel grabbed the back of his jacket as he passed, and tried to swing him around by it, but she had seriously misjudged his weight. As he barralled forward, she was pulled along with him, and slammed into his back as he collided with a sign post. Her long hair wrapped around her head and obscured her vision, something that she always hated about her hair.
"Ouwch!" He shouted, twisted and trying to grab Rizel. She, again, swiveled her head to avoid his big fat fist, and tried to knock his feet from under him, but the guy was like a brick wall!
"You're just a big fat meanie!" Rizel shouted, backing up. "I wasn't doing anything, why are you attacking me!?" She jumped up and swung herself onto a nearby fire escape. She glowered down at the man, who returned the stare ten-fold and tried to climb up after her. The fire escape creaked and shivered in protest to the weight, and Rizel climbed a bit higher.
"Any tresspasser's on my turf will be punished," he growled, making a grab at Rizel's ankle. She turned and lept off the fire escape. She tried grabbing onto the wall to slow her fall, but in the end, she ended up having to hit the ground on her back, rolling with the impact, to save her wheels from breaking. The glass wheels glittered spottlessly in the dim light of the evening, and made a quiet Klinking noise as Rizel stood up. The big oaf was still flowndering around in the metal coweb, which was shaking and threatening to come down at any minute.
"Hey, didn't any one ever teach you any manners?" A tall boy in red and wearing sunglasses walked calmly into the alleyway. "She doesn't mean much harm, I'm sure." He walked over to the fire escape, grabbed the ladder, and tugged down. The entire metal framing crashed to the ground, trapping Rizel's opponent.
"Aha, I knew that thing was unstable!" Rizel said, pointing the heap of flesh and titanium. "Serves you right, you meanie." She sneered at her defeated opponent, and turned to the boy who had saved her. His hair was blond, something you didn't see too often in Japan, and his skin was slightly tan.
"Thanks, haha, I don't really know how I got tangled up with that guy, but, thanks alot for saving me!" Rizel stuck her hand out for the tall boy to shake. "I'm Rizel, Rizel Ruzunuke, pleased to meet you!" She smiled warmly as he shook her hand and pushed his sunglasses up onto the top of his head.
"I'm Luke, Leader of The Militia." He said, chuckling at Rizel's expression as her eyes widened. "So, I take it you've heard of us?" he asked, a bemused look crossing over his face.
"Yeah, I've heard of you guys, who hasn't?" Rizel said matter-of-factly. "I mean, you guys are kinda, um, notorious." It was true, whenever a storm rider team went down, it was usually the Militia behind it, or so the rumors went. When Rizel had still been at school, alot of kids there were either really supportive of the Militia's success, or miserable about it.
"Hmm, well, I like you're style, are those glass wheels I see?" Luke said, indicateing Rizel's ATs.
"Ah, yes, I had them 'specially made. For my road, ya'know?" Rizel answered.
"Wow, you were right Luke, this girl IS pretty good!" A voice rang from a nearby window. Both Rizel and Luke looked up to see a dark red-haired girl in green leaning out, playing with the wilting flowers in the flower box. "And glass wheels, wow, I've never seen that before!"
Luke looked from the two girls and then, realizing who it was in the window, smiled. "Ah, Rizel this is Matsuri, my second in comand, of sorts." He waved up to Matsuri, who flipped out of the window and landed neatly in front of the two. Saluting comically, she smiled down at Rizel.
"Can I have a look at those AT's," she asked frankly, stooping to inspect them. Lifting a foot, she spun a wheel and squinted inquisitively. "Hmm, with these wheels, you've got to either be speed or agility, right?" She asked Rizel.
Truthfully, Rizel had never really given much thought as to her rider skill. She just liked riding for fun, but, really thinking about it, she could turn pretty quickly, and could dodge just about anything. "Oh, um, yeah, agility I guess." she sputtered.
"Hmmm, me too!" Matsuri said, standing up. "And I would have never of thought of useing such a breakable material for wheels, that's pretty inventive." Rizel was sure that was a compliment, but it seemed slightly back-handed.
"Well, Matsuri, what do you think, is she 'worthy'" Luke said. He put a bit of emphasis of the last word, and they both stiffled laughs. Rizel was a bit confused, and didn't know how to react just yet.
Matsuri molded her features into a look of vauge comprehention and thoughtfulness. She threw the idea back and forth in her head, and finally came up with her answer. "Yeah, she's a decent rider. Maybe still needs a bit of training, to refine her abilities, but she could definatly be an aset to the Militia."
"Well then that;'s settled." Luke concluded. "I wish Sakura was here, she's a good judge of character, but, I guess she has work, or something." He lemented. Then, he reached into his pocket, dug around of a minute, and finally withdrew a small, painted metal pin. The words 'Militia' were printed on the front and painted black. Tossing it to Rizel, he said, "Welcome to the Militia, Rizel." Rizel caught it and inspected it, turning it over in her hands a couple of times, as it to make sure that it was a real object, not, a maraj or something.
"Wow, thanks!" she said, but then scowled. "hey, I never said I wanted to be in the Militia!" Even though she had thought it.
Luke turned back to her. "Oh, ok, well, sorry." He reached out to take the pin back, but Rizel kept it out of reach.
"No no, I, I want it, I just-" She turned red as she was cut off my Luke's laughing.
"You are a character, Rizel, a genuine character!" He laughed, taking out a sticker with the Militia's logo on it, ripping the backing off, and stuck it to Rizel's forhead. "Haha, we'll see you around, Rizel-chan!" He lept up, caught the wall, and jumped up to the remaining pieces of fire escape. Matsuri smiled and waved, and then fallowed Luke.
"yeah, well, I think you're a meanie, Luke!" Rizel called after them, giggling. "A genuine meanie!"