The one Ami was tailing hadn't been Sephiroth; it was a boy about her own age but noticeably bigger. Despite his normal size the boy seemed to be fleeing as if death itself were on his tail, almost reaching Sephiroth before Ami barreled past and snared his ankle with a wire, forcing the boy to faceplant onto the hard road.

And then Ami was upon him.

The beating she gave him was composed of precise, brutal blows that left no room for jutsu. She finished off by popping open the holster on her hip and bringing one wickedly long blade to the wheezing, beaten boy's neck. "Now," she said in soft, conversational tones. "You're never, ever, ever going to do something that monumentally stupid ever again...are you, Takeshi-san?" There was a weak nod, and she released the textbook-perfect bind she had put him in, standing to regard him with disdain.

Then she slammed the heel of her foot right between his legs, and sniffed haughtily. "Good." She continued walking, leaving the boy in a whimpering pile on the roadside behind her, and tried not to freeze up when she realized that she had a witness.

"...............good afternoon," she greeted awkwardly, shuffling a little to the side as if to hide the evidence of her vengeance for being put up for auction.