Katarina Du Couteau, better known through out the seedy underworld of the world as Azrael, or the Angel of Death, had found herself in Rome to collect on a contract, the former resident of hell had managed to crawl her way out of it, and was able to get herself right back into her life as an assassin, dishing out death for a price. While she had been gone for almost a decade, and her reputation had turned into that of a faded story, she was able to get back in, and take up contracts again.

Though with what she was seeing as she arrived at this abandoned factory on the edge of Rome was any indication, her current employer had not heard the rules of hiring her. They were simple,

1) If you hire her, you pay her half up front, and better be sure that you want the person you are hiring her to kill dead,
2) You will have 1 week to change your mind, but you will need a separate target and will owe her double her normal contract fee.
3) You are to pay the remainder in person upon completion of the contract, fail to do so and your life is forfeit, as well as the life of any who would dare defend you.

Well what Katarina saw as she opened up the door to the factory was dozens of people pointing firearms at her ready to kill her, to which all she could do was shake her head. Katarina's silky voice came out with a rich french accent as she spoke, "Last Chance, to lower your weapons and give me my money before I kill you all"

The response to that was the cocking of hammers, followed by a raspy laugh from the balcony over looking the scene where a portly man in a brown suit stood "Big talk for a little lady, say your prayers bitch"

The man's words had barely left his mouth before the heads of the first four guards rolled off of their shoulders, their necks spouting fountains of blood, as her trademark blades appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere. Strapping her short swords back to her belt she would flash out of their site throwing daggers she made on the fly, as they struck into their targets neck before bouncing out into their next target, and finally sticking into the ground between a bunch of goons.

Flashing to the blade it released a burst of energy that eviscerated the closest goons leaving them a bloody mess on the floor, the last half dozen guards had huddled up in a circle and were firing random bursts of bullets wherever she stopped moving. With a smirk she would use shunpo to flip over them landing in the middle of the circle, throwing out a dozen daggers that would strike their marks leaving holes that would give a barrett barrel envy. With all that said and done, in a blink she was before the man in the brown suit, who quite literally shit himself looking up at the beautiful woman who just took out his personal army singlehandedly without taking a single bullet. Cutting the limbs off of him leaving him a stump of a man before thrusting her blade down into his pelvis.

Her revenge enacted she would leave to wander about Rome, she was furious that she was having to build up her reputation again, and she was flaring out her power hoping that someone would come around to pick a fight with her.

The would-be assassin wouldn't get too far as she saw what could only be described as a tower of a man hefting what seemed to be a roughly shaped hunk of iron over his shoulder like it was nothing. Where he had come from wasn't exactly clear, but his intentions were practically written on his face. Despite having never seen this man in her life, Katarina could tell he wanted nothing more than to end her right there. His stoic frame would slowly begin to move, large strides as he began to walk towards her, a wordless threat.

As he grew closer, his rage seemed to be ever increasing, every muscle ready to spring into action at a moments notice as he took a firm grip on the handle of his blade and with little more than a hint of a sinister smile curling onto his lips to act as he would break into a surprisingly swift dash forwards. Despite the sheer size of his weapon, he seemed to be able to swing it effortlessly as he aimed it downwards against her, a hit that would probably tear through her body with ease if she let it hit.

Regardless of if he managed to connect with his strike, the swordsman's blade would gouge into the ground, shattering the street beneath it's weight.. Whatever this guy was, he didn't seem to be messing around, but she couldn't be sure if he was some sort of hero or just another monster looking for a fight. The assassin would need to keep on her feet with this one as he was ready to continue until one of them fell.

Her invitation succeeded as a monster of a man with a massive blade decided to rush her, with a downward swing that would have left her a rather messy puddle if it had connected that was. However, even in life this little minx was nimble enough to take a knife to a gun fight and win, hell as a sinner she was even faster than she was in life, and some monstrous man with a slab of steel was not the kind of a being to be able to hit her at least not head on like that. Flipping over the man with shunpo creating daggers in her hand she would throw one right at the giant man's shadow to trap him in place. The second dagger would just bounce off of him and stick in the ground behind him, the third would be empowered to it's maximum to strike the man with the force of a gran rey.

Each of the blades flew with the speed of bullet as she threw them, flash stepping again mid-air she would land her swords were drawn and ready to go. "You picked a crappy day to try this asshole."

Techniques used:

The man wasn't just large, but fast as well. Wielding his greatsword like it was nothing to him. As she leaps above his head to throw her blades at him he would immediately counter, swinging the hefty weapon to intercept the blades with swift strikes, batting the first two aside with little effort. The third however would cause a little more of a problem, as his swing would release the energy behind the attack causing the blade to recoil. Deflecting enough of the damage to still give the man pause but only for a moment.

This was a temporary setback it seemed, as he would rush forwards once more, ignoring her words as he twisted to begin a strike only for the metal arm would open to reveal what looked to be a cannon. Energy would blast forward, vaguely aiming at the woman's location. The real trick seemed to be in the sheer momentum he gained in his strike. The small gap between the cannon firing allowing him to track her dodge and try to intercept with the follow-up swing. She couldn't count on just out-pacing the man, who seemed to be just as fast despite his weapon.

- Techniques used -
- Grit: Lowers damage
- Hidden Arm Cannon - Cero level beam + Cero damage/Shunpo Speed melee attack

Katarina saw as the hand flipped down to reveal a cannon while she was mid air, using shunpo to land faster she saw as the massive swordsman used the force of his blast to spin around faster as he swung his massive hunk of steel. Flashing again this time darting close to the large man's leg her blade lashing out as she passed him attempting to cut the man in the leg while she flashed by to her blade that bounced off of the man's blade and stuck in the ground. As her foot contacted her blade a burst of energy was released in a fifty foot radius around her.

After that Burst of energy Katarina would disengage with Shunpo putting distance between the two of them.

Techniques Used:

The blade would meet it's mark, though he seemed to be of a tougher breed and hardly reacted to the steel cutting into his flesh. Instead, he would watch the woman run away further, detonating another of her blades. The swordsman didn't bother to avoid this attack, the wave of energy passing over him entirely. However, like her other attacks so far it was hardly slowing him down. In fact, he would rush forward using a similar technique to her own, utilizing ranzig to burst forward as he would slash through the remnants of the explosion with his blade. His movements seemed to be picking up the pace now, showing he wasn't as sluggish as his build and weapon would suggest. It was clear that a single solid hit was going to end this fight, all he needed to do now was outlast whatever stamina she had remaining, jumping around as she had been.

Kat saw the move coming, this man was fast, possibly as fast as she, though his bulk, and armor allowed her to continue to stay one step ahead of him. And she did just that jumping back from where her dagger used to be avoiding the slash of the blade by a hair. She had blown most of her tricks right off the bat and barely left a scratch on the man. Though he had yet to lay a finger on her, so not all was bad. But if her tricks aren't going to work straight up she was going to have to bide her time and wait for an opening.

Though she had just managed to avoid his next strike by the skin of her teeth, the sinner would continue his swing to immediately flow into a second as he utilized ranzig to up the pace once more. It seemed every move he was making was just getting faster and faster. He wasn't 'just as fast' he was faster. His swift movements allowing him to slip around behind, diagonally swiping his blade through the air in a devastating blow. It wasn't clear exactly what his goal was at this stage, though she was enough of an amusement for now to continue their battle. How long this would last wasn't exactly clear.

Katarina was pacing herself now, staying just out of reach of the blade, even with the advances mid swing that her massive opponent had shown to be able to do, though in his frustration he seemed to be getting faster matching her pace, though just barely for now. But because of how massive his swings were the pink haired sinner was still able to react with time to spare, but she still did not see an opening, though when he swung upward with that massive diagonal strike after attempting to slip behind her, Kat would sidestep the slash, bending out of the way of it, throwing another of her bouncing blades this time aimed for roughly where this man's arm connected to his body, hoping to find some kind of gap in his armor to exploit.