Soo Young vs Mato Kuroi

The VWAT was attacking them, and the entire mansion was in an uproar- naturally, so was Mato, dressed to kill with her new SKS rifle slung over her shoulder, her pockets full of her MAC-11 and her pistols. So far she faced little resistance, the girl with the giant cyborg arms walked straight past her after shooting her a glance... as if she knew her, but didn`t want to fight her.
Odd. Mato thought she was faintly familiar, but she couldn´t concern herself with that.
Her hand went into her coat and pulled out her SMG as another figure came into sight- a woman, asian and beautiful, probably korean going by the skin and hair tone. Didn`t matter.
"You there- if you leave, we won`t have to fight. I don`t want to kill you."
Despite this, Mato racked the action once, the bolt stopping in the middle of its travel, ready to go off.
"...though i don´t think you`ll listen to me anyway, so lets have at it."

Soo Young watched as Yuu walked past the person in front of them. She'd refused to fight her but the strange behavior didn't bother the Korean in the slightest. It kept the young girl out of danger and left her with someone worth fighting. She listened to the girl's words but as far as she was concerned the words coming from her mouth meant nothing. In her hands was her P90 one magazine was already set in place atop the weapon and the weapon was ready to fire.

Her eyes studied her target to the best of her abilities. Each weapon was taken into consideration. The MAC-11 wasn't a long range weapon and inaccurate even when fired up close at times. The handguns were 1911 in design but other than that no specifics could be made out. The real threat laid slung across the girl's back. An SKS rifle effective at most ranges.

"Less talk...more action..." Soo Young said

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Apparel:

Head: Black Patrol Cover/Headset
Eyes: Orange Tinted Ballistic Glasses
Chest: Black Sleeveless Shirt/Black III-A Bulletproof Tactical Vest
Legs: Black Camouflage BDU pants
Waist: Web Belt with pouches for magazines and shells
Feet: Black Combat Boots
Hands: Fingerless Gloves

Loadout

IMI TAR-21
x3 (30 round STANAG 5.56x45mm NATO round magazines)

FN Herstal P90

x5 (50 Round 5.7x28mm round magazines) [held in Vertical pouches on her belt]

x2 FN Herstal Five-seveN

x4 (20 round 5.7x28 round pistol magazines)

x2 M14 TH3 Incendiary Grenades

x2 Bricks of C4

1 Fixed Blade Karambit

x2 Emerson Folding Combat Karambits

x4 Throwing Knives

Mato sighed silently, internally. It was always the pretty ones that were the most dangerous. It was almost comedic how well the femme-fatale fetish fit to the real world. Regardless of it, she cracked her head to both sides, rolled it over her shoulders once and nodded.
"Alright. I gave you a chance, at least."
And with that, she leaped out at her, her right firing the Mac-11 in full auto mode- it was less accurate this way, but it was only a distraction from the real danger. She had concealed her combat knife in her left sleeve, from where it practically fell into her hand when gravity hit her.
Holding it in a reverse grip, Mato aimed for the center of her forehead- if it`d hit, the girl was disabled, if not, well, it was no consequence- even a graze would leave serious injuries with the sawblade side of her knife exposed rath-

Then she noticed the armored vest, but decided to fuck it. The knife wasn`t important, if it`d get stuck in her vest, so be it. She had other toys to play with.