[Osaka] Enough Sitting Around [Shinju}

Frank's stature dwarfed her own. His movement was both minimal and fluid. As she arrived closer to him, he'd step in. His foot landed with a weighted stomp, while simultaneously turning his hips and torso. The punch would simply glide along his chest as he threw a jab of his own to land on her nose if she wasn't fast enough. The man's reach was longer, and he had reach in more than one way with his quirk. Those stitches weren't just for keep his body together. She'd learn soon enough why Frank had garnered so much respect around here. 

"That all?" a taunt.

For a punch that simple, perhaps he should have let it land. He smirked as he already began a strategy to win this bout. 

The jab missed before a few centimeters and that was fine. His fist reeled back in to guard his chin just as quickly as he threw it out. From his years as an officer to years of being a vigilante, he had great fighting habits. There were subtle things his body did, giving the impression that an opening wouldn't come often unless it was on purpose or a clear mistake. There was also the unsuspected... if Shinju could create an opening, but the vigilante had some low expectations. Frank hadn't moved from his spot. His eyes were trained on the girl. He was looking for facial tells, or even subtle gives of the body. He folded his arms and stared with a rather satisfied expression. 

"My mistake. I'll give you a freebie this time." He'd throw his arms behind his back and restrict them by stitching them together with his quirk. 

He was offering a free hit. If she were so brave, she could go for it. If not, he'd take advantage. 

Frank's posture bowed a bit as if he were loading up to do something, but what? Was he bracing to be hit? That would make the most logical sense since he gave her the open invite. Of all the things he could read about the opponent in front of him, she couldn't commit. In a shorter presumption, she was afraid of a real fight. If she couldn't get out of her head, he'd won already. He had nothing to worry about if she never was going to strike him in earnest. She fell for it... From the time he planted his foot down, from her very first punch As she closed in the distance, he tensed even more. 

The jab landed, and he was completely solid. Upon the incoming his knee flew up exposing black tendrils extending from out of his foot and into the ground beneath them. Erupting from where she was standing more threads jutted out and aimed to enclose on her. "Police Knot." He'd admit his trap, the knee blocking the second punch. His police knot was a quick tying maneuver to wrangle up foes in almost in instant, a super move he devised back in the day. It was the same move, that exposed him using his quirk on the police force, subsequently getting him fired back then. 

"Pffffff. Was that only 2 and half minutes?" He chuckled. The threads will pull tighter into the ground the higher he raises his foot. Fortunately for her, he'd give a bit of slack, before finally reeling the threads back into his body. She was free to go but only if she was willing to fight more. He wasn't done. In fact, he hadn't even started sweating yet. With very little patience, he-"Up. We ain't done yet. If you're gonna embarrass yourself, at least give it your all." He took a few steps back to give her some space. Crouching down he'd poke his pec where her first jab landed. What was she doing all this time? He couldn't even compare her to a UA student... what would she be considered at this age, - a freshman? Maybe sophomore? There were other aspects of the NJPD  that Shinju could shine in. She could have helped with outreach like feeding the homeless, toy drives for kids, or maybe even help on construction sites. Fighting... if this was his measure... maybe she could just be on the neighborhood watch with the overprotective dads and stickler-for-rules grannies. Surely, this girl couldn't be brought onto a mission.

He gave her a flat expression, as he held his hand out. His skin unraveled, the fingers extending tendrils writhed where his hand used to be. In a quick twitch movement, the hand reassembled itself and stitched itself right back into form. "If that gives you a better ideas of how my quirk works. It's a mutant quirk, my body still has organs, but it's mostly made up of these tendrils that I can manipulate and shift to my command." He said, clutching the hand tight and opening it back. He'd repeat the  process a few times. He wouldn't give away all the details, or even relay the fact that the majority of the hand... and other body parts weren't even his. She didn't need to know about his war wounds. Maybe he could share that later. 

"Now we're talkin." He said beckoning for another hit. He'd stand up with some bend his knees with his guard up. She was too textbook and easy to read. He'd take the blow to his left guard, his forearm giving way, but he was already shift his weight. The balance being moved to his back for would allow for a tight and fast pivot, unleashing a right hook to the girl's rib cage. In a half step back, his injured forearm would unravel as he pulled back to throw a punch of some kind with it. He'd take this secondary blow a bit slower than the first one, so Shinju could really get some moves in. It'd be no fun if it were a one-sided fight. A crunch could be heard before he threw it, likely the tendrils realigning his bone into place. He winced with pain as he did so. The hand would open up wide before being propelled  forward toward the girl as a projectile. 

"Undone!" If he missed, he'd reel it back in and stitch it back to his body.