Description: Jira's enjoying a day off in the late spring, drinking some tea and half dazing. Then, a Doll challenges the woman to combat. Read on for intense girl on girl battle, and a peeping tom that stows one into his van!
Trotting the streets of Southtown is none other than Doll #5 -- Satsuki. Deployed to the region for the simple fact that she won't stand out in it, the young lady has been trying to find fighters of consequence without drawing /too/ much attention to herself... though the occasional small battle wouldn't be remiss, according to her orders. Sometimes the only way to get a sense of the disposition of an area is to fight.
Clad in a white blouse and blue skirt in addition to her little Doll hat and gauntlets, she walks through Southtown's Village district, her gaze sweeping over everything and nothing. The /true/ source of any insight here will be her gut, and she knows it well enough to know that something could demand her attention at any moment.
Jira has long called southtown home, and her family has had some presence therein as well. Today she was sitting at a table outside of a cafe, head back, eyes closed, and drink in hands. With her current attire, it's more than likely she's off of work today. A white sweater is tied around her waist by the sleeves and she's otherwise in a similarly white tanktop and regular, blue jeans. Summer weather's nothing to poke a stick at, and she's enjoying it. She doesn't stand out much, other than looking half asleep at an outdoor table and her eerily white hair.
Unnatural hair color... it's a start. Satsuki moves closer to the girl at the cafe discreetly, watching her carefully as she steps in closer. As she moves a little closer, she starts to second-guess her sense of the remarkableness in the cafe, though... she starts to sweep her gaze from side to side, in hopes of putting a name or a face to the hunch she's feeling.
This would be pretty discreet... were it not for the sense of psychic dread that rolls off of the swordsDoll. Sometimes she can keep a handle on it and pretend to be a normal person, especially once she's actually in a conversation... but in 'work mode,' it's a little hard to avoid giving off that vibe as she moes around the periphery of the cafe.
Some sort of internal stimulus has Jira sitting up and returning to wakefulness, scanning the area left and right of herself curiously. Her right hand goes to rub behind the ear on the same side. Then she has a slow drink from her cup, her expression is of confusion, a frown carving onto her face. The hand at her ear travels back down to her chest, then her lap as she sits and waits, alert and expecting something to happen. Her left hand jitters and shakes anxiously.
The effect her presence has, Satsuki reflects, is... intriguing. Those who notice it are more of interest than those who don't. Her gaze sweeps around a second time, looking for someone nervous... and before too long, she finds her. Moving over to Jira, Satsuki rests her eyes on her for a moment -- and then finally moves into her field of vision, eyes slightly narrowed.
"Target acquired," she says softly, her gaze resting squarely on Jira. "Something about you requires additional study." The bright red gauntlets on her hands and her flat expression indicate /exactly/ what kind of 'additional study,' in a world where so much is dictated by combat, Satsuki is talking about.
... so, for that matter, does the sword worn at her side today. The last few days she hasn't had it with her -- it'd be too conspicuous -- but after hearing that the gauntlets were already too much, well... why not just go all in?
There are many aspects of Shadaloo that Sagat is still working to fully reconcile himself with; the Doll Project is one of them. Thanks to a misguided rampage at the Mishima Zaibatsu's Southtown headquarters that ended with him being thrown from a window, he isn't in much condition for seeking out competition himself; he /is/, however, in good enough shape to observe, as well as drive. Which is why a windowless, navy van with 'CABLE COMPANY' stenciled across one side in white block letters has been rolling a few car lengths behind Satsuki for the better part of her walk.
As the Doll veers towards the cafe, the van pulls into a parking space across the street. Sagat - glowering on account of the uncomfortably cramped cab - reaches for the scope on the passenger seat and peers through it to get a closer look at what's going on. When she begins to approach a white-haired girl who seems to be waking up from a nap, he stares at the apparent target for a little while and a frown begins to form. He reaches for the earpiece stashed in his Muay Thai shorts, sets it in place, and--
"Her?" he dubiously wonders of Satsuki.
Jira glances up from her drink to the approaching woman, taking another long sip and setting it down. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes looking up at the aggressor.
"Additional.. study?" she asks, taking note of the gauntlets being adjusted and gets to her feet, pushing her chair in. Then she notes the sword and her left hand moves to her own hip defensively.
"Affirmative," Satsuki says, in an answer that curiously manages to give both Jira and Sagat everything they need to know in one go. When her 'target' moves to a defensive stance, Satsuki watches carefully -- and she concludes that, yes, this is the sort of person she's looking for.
Bringing one hand to her sword, she thumbs it out a mere inch from the hilt -- not enough to draw it, but enough to illustrate her intent and give Jira time to react. Testing her situational awareness... that's one component of a battle, after all.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki has started a fight here.
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Her eyes narrow at the other woman. She steps away from the table and into a more open area, right off the street. She takes a moment to calm her nerves when her left hand suddenly moves up just under her chest. She looks to be grabbing something, and drawing her hand away a pink light glows and solidifies into a weapon as her hand moves away, forming a brilliant (in the bright sort of way) sword of her own and elicits a -very- surprised look from herself.
This fades once she realizes her foe probably isn't going to be so flabbergasted and grips the weapon tightly in a twohanded hold, left dominant.
COMBATSYS: Jira has joined the fight here.
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Satsuki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
"Very well," Sagat replies with a snort. Which is closely followed by an annoyed growl after he attempts to let his seat back some and finds that it's already back as far as it'll go. "But I would suggest riling her up a little first; where is the glory in beating a sleepwalker?"
Even if Jira's surprised at the blade, Satsuki isn't, in a sense; her gaze runs down Jira's body one more time, trying to get a sense of her disposition before going in in earnest. "Understood," she notes to the man in her ear; she then decides to waste no further time before trying to 'wake up' Jira.
And how better to wake her up than a nice, probing assault -- that comes with a clear demonstration of what it is she can do? Stepping up, she draws her blade and comes in for a quick one-two-three slash with it before drawing back into a parrying position. "Subject's command of potential is high..." she says quietly, her eyes on the weapon but not quite fixated.
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Satsuki's Psycho Draw.
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Satsuki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
And awakened she certainly is by that, raising her own blade up and sloppily knocking aside the first two but wholly out of position for the third and snicked with a wince and grimace. She jumps back and inspects herself, focused on how she's hit and whining at the crimson result on her shirt. She's awake, and a little focused on what's happened. She loses herself in the moment, then glances back up at Satsuki and takes a calm breath- giving ample time for another attack to be put in between the first and her regaining posture.
COMBATSYS: Jira idly punches at the air, doing nothing for now.
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Satsuki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
Even though Jira's apparently only taking a calming breath, Satsuki's cautious; she's seen fighters center themselves and come out with explosive offense. ... well, on tape, anyway. Nevertheless, she takes a moment herself, watching Jira carefully; her expression remains carefully neutral, even flat.
"Subject has exhibited significant changes, but is not moving to aggress. Remaining on guard," Satsuki notes for the observing Sagat -- though it's as much for her own benefit as anything else. She weighs her options carefully in that moment, considering the benefits of deciding to aggress after all...
... and ultimately decides on another quick, probing blow. Her blade seems to glow an eerie blue-purple as she pokes out with it, keeping her strikes probing for now rather than committing to too much offense...
COMBATSYS: Satsuki successfully hits Jira with Quick Strike.
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Satsuki 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Jira
"Good--grr--"
The whole van rocks back and forth as an annoyed Sagat stomps the ground and knees the side of the console, as if beating on the van will somehow expand the cab for him.
"--no delays," he continues in a growl as the Doll lashes out at Jira again. "/Crush/ her."
Centered in the moment or not, Jira is unable to react in time to fend off the eerie strike poised at her, wincing at the hit and taking a brief step back. Once she sees the attack was just that her eyes glow a pink matching her blade and she lunges forward rapidly. Closing the distance while charging up a bright, flickering energy in her right palm and thrusting it outwards to Satsuki, sending the energy out in a brief, weeping shockwave from point-blank, but not close enough her palm actually connects. Returning to her stance is a little delayed and accompanied by a tear rolling down her cheek.
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Satsuki with Psycho Palm.
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Satsuki 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Jira
... Tears? That's what catches Satsuki off-guard enough to get hit as the energy from that palm hits her in the gut; she authentically doesn't understand the reaction, and accordingly, isn't braced for what follows. Her gaze, ever-neutral, sharpens slightly as Sagat gives her an order -- to which she once again says, simply, "Understood."
For a moment, it looks like she's going to draw her sword yet again, as her hand strays to one side and her body bends... but this time, instead of doing so, she launches herself forward and oh-so-slightly into the air, calling out, "Spiral Arrow!" as her body goes into a high-speed whirl, feet-first toward Jira.
All the while, though, she finds herself thinking: 'who /is/ this?' 'what is her /deal/?' ... if, perhaps, not in so many words.
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Satsuki's Spiral Arrow.
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Satsuki 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Jira
Jira does seem to have enough time to react this round, bringing her blade up with one hand and taking the impact with the side, but still being knocked back by the force of the blow. Her next move looks to be out of instinct and self preservation, her right hand bathed in another wash of pink energy, brought low down to her thigh. She then swings it upwards, her whole body pouring out energy to flood into her hand. The energy coating her hand slides out over her fingers into sharp blades, bolstered by the extra charge and ringing out into the air as they carve through on a path to slice Satsuki.
Jira takes a stagger backwards and drops both her arms down low, reducing her guard considerably.
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Satsuki with Psycho Claw EX.
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Satsuki 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Jira
That forceful claw puts Satsuki off-balance; the sheer force of the pink energy Jira brings to bear is significant, and she doesn't want to waste any more time feeling Jira out here. She can feel herself losing focus -- and to her, there's no worse thing. She breathes in and out, taking a second to compose herself -- but she doesn't waste /too/ much time on it, knowing that there's a very real chance that she'll lose the fight before she even really gets it started if she does.
Reaching out with one of her gauntleted hands, Satsuki decides to redouble her offense while she sees an opening in Jira's guard. It's not exactly a very /elegant/ attempt at offense, though; she just pulls her in, does a slight hop, and tosses her down... or at least that's her /plan/.
"Where did you learn to fight?" she asks, as she reaches forward; the surprise indicates that Jira /herself/ may not know, but the question at least seems worth asking.
COMBATSYS: Jira dodges Satsuki's Medium Throw.
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Satsuki 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Jira
Jira's not moved her eyes off of Satsuki, but looks a little winded and perhaps numb-armed for the moment. The energy from Jira's previous attack lingers and spreads itself almost infectiously, giving out the very essence of pain from within. Jira sees the hand coming for her and steps back quickly to avoid it with a shiver and a sharp shake of her head. She grips her sword in both hands again and makes a big, pronounced spin to the right and cleaves it with a loud grunt in a downward chop to Satsuki once she gets her footing from the backpedalling. The pink edge seems all too mundane and metal on its way down.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki dodges Jira's Heavy Strike.
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Satsuki 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Jira
Weaving past the forceful chop, Satsuki decides to keep her offense conservative; she's been told to crush, but part of that crush is setup rather than sheer, forceful striking. Blade against blade... this certainly wasn't what she was expecting -- and that change in expectations has necessitated some changes in approach.
Weaving back and forth, back and forth, she lets her hand go down to draw her blade yet again... hopefully, she thinks, her earlier trick will have done what she intended.
Sliding forward, she /does/ draw her sword this time, aiming the hilt directly for Jira's gut, staying low. Ideally, she thinks, this'll leave her hurting too much and make her start second-guessing her own offense as well as the Doll's...
COMBATSYS: Jira endures Satsuki's Medium Strike!
# Disabling hit! #
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Satsuki 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Jira
Jira staggers after her attack and quickly turns to face her foe yet again and sees the attack coming. She takes the hit, leaning into it and charging up a bright glow in her right hand yet again, using the torque of the previous impact to set her palm before Satsuki's own and fires off a bright bolt of wailing energy, point blank, to her opponent's gut. More than a few tears begin rolling down her face, accompanied by a pained expression. her face.
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Satsuki with Straight Shot.
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Satsuki 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Jira
The bolt of energy catches Satsuki in the gut despite her best efforts to protect herself with her blade, and she starts to stagger away from Jira. Her body's still rocked by the /last/ bit of energy she ate from Jira -- and now it's hurting all over again...
It's more than she can quite handle at the moment, and as a result, she takes a second to center herself. Her blade still out, she holds it carefully, evenly in front of her, finding peace even as Jira continues to cry.
"... Question unanswered. Repeat: Where did you learn to fight?" she asks again, as she holds eerily still.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki focuses on her next action.
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Satsuki 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Jira
Jira shivers, but doesn't let up. The next bolt of energy worms its way in and amplifies the pain sensation of the previous, but leaves Jira notably in pain. But wheter it be from Satsuki's blows, or something else is not made apparent. Jira turns her upper body to the left and grips her blade once again in both palms, swinging her arms and turning herself to the right in another, quicker chop aimed at Satsuki's midsection.
"C-can you be more clear?" she asks, then adds, "Like this, or in general." her voice quivers, wilting in obvious discomfort and pain.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki dodges Jira's Medium Strike.
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Satsuki 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Jira
The driver's side door goes flying out of the chassis of the van after Sagat slams his heel into it a little too forcefully. A couple of nearby pedestrians peer over at the giant, shirtless disgraced champon hunched over the vehicle's steering wheel, but the nearby spectacle of combat manages to pull most of the focus. Which is good, because he could really do without having to put up with that kind of attention, especially while he's still covered in tape and bruises.
The driver's side door goes flying out of the chassis of the van after Sagat slams his heel into it a little too forcefully. A couple of nearby pedestrians peer over at the giant, shirtless disgraced champon hunched over the vehicle's steering wheel, but the nearby spectacle of combat manages to pull most of the focus. Which is good, because he could really do without having to put up with that kind of attention, especially while he's still covered in tape and bruises.
"Show me your strength!" the former Emperor roars as he drapes a leg out of the car. /That/ might attract a little more notice, but at least now he has a little more space. "Show me what our fearless leader has poured so many of his resources into," he adds in a lower, less immediately audible growl that carries the unmistakable edge of mockery.
"Like this," Satsuki sas as she neatly weaves to one side, moving out of the path of the chop. That blade's dangerous, she thinks -- she needs to get a little more aggressive in how she defends against it, because she /can't/ let Jira take the advantage in the fight... which seems all the more important when Sagat starts screaming at her over the earpiece. His emotion is lost on her -- but his orders are not.
Psychic energy seems to roll around Satsuki's whole body, lending an overpowering purple-blue glow to the entire scene. "Moving to next level of engagement," she says flatly, eyes resting on Jira as she steps in for a forceful stomp-kick at Jira's knee, hoping to kneecap her. "Shifting to attack pattern Theta."
Even as she's kicking, her body is already in motion to plan for the next step of the fight --it's not like she's a whole different person, but she /does/ seem to have shifted her posture slightly...
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Satsuki's Strong Kick.
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Satsuki 1/--=====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Jira
Jira takes a nice step back and resumes her guard, taking a moment to gather her breath and bearings.
"To be honest. I have -no- idea, stranger-san. Weird voice is in my head, making me move..." there's more, but she quiets up seeing Satsuki ready for another attack. Her sword comes up between herself and the kick, giving a wince as it still comes back and bangs her in the forehead, sending her staggering back.
Jira's body slows a bright pink for a second or two, the light blinking in and out. She eschews her sword for a moment, sticking it to her hip where it clings almost rigidly. The pink light coalesces over her arms and legs, shining bright and blinking rapidly. Then she moves, starting forward and into almost a slide but swings her leg low to the ground a foot or two away from Satsuki, and sending out a screaming crescent of psionic energy aimed at the Doll's legs that travels a meter out before dissipating. She uses that momentum to twist in place and swing her right arm in a backhand, sending another shockwave out for Satsuki's midsection, followed quickly by her left leg making another similar kick and hitting the ground hard. The impact helps her get quickly to her feet where she swings a left hook and crosses that arm over her chest, firing off the fourth rippling wave of wailing energy over in Satsuki's direction. They all emanate sensations of pain and lament.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki blocks Jira's Demonsdance.
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Satsuki 1/=======/=======|=======\-------\0 Jira
She doesn't know? So she's an intuitive -- or someone's tampered with her... either way, Satsuki knows that she's just a /hair/ out of her depth with this girl. Not drastically -- but a hair. Accordingly, she backs off -- and backing off pays off, throwing up her gauntleted hands giving her the ability to not eat that forceful crescent of energy. She stays in that posture, defending herself to the best extent possible, until the barrage ends.
Now, she thinks -- she has to make her presence known. Accordingly, she draws her blade and hops forward again. If it were a standard slash, this might not be enough to actually get her to Jira... but instead, she whirls mid-hop, slicing out with the blade and then thrusting just slightly as she finishes the spin, getting the maximum possible extension of both her arm and the blade itself.
On the one hand, that's a gross overextension... but on the other, there's just the faintest glint of clarity in the emptiness of her eyes. Is she planning something, even as her body aches from Jira's earlier blows?
COMBATSYS: Satsuki successfully hits Jira with Axle Spin Thrust.
# Disabling hit! #
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Satsuki 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1 Jira
Jira's tears are really rolling after that attack- antsily moving her legs and arms; shaking them out. In a manner similar to a novice striker finding out the bone-rattling pain of recoil to their extremities. She watches her foe move in with her eerie strike, and notes the overextension quite well, but fielding the hit to her midsection has her backpedalling again. Her hands tighten into pained fists at her sides and she lets out a loud wail. Pain and exertion forcing out in unison, accompanied by pink energy pouring out from her body en-masse, gripping her form tightly. Even her hair, snow white, refracts the light and turns a pink hue with her screams. When it ends she's breathing heavily and draws her sword again, resuming her guarded stance like before. With a powerful and determined glow in her eyes and teeth clenched bracingly.
COMBATSYS: Jira smacks her gun, demanding more power!
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Satsuki 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\======-\1 Jira
Those rolling tears -- none of this adds up to Satsuki... but she can't quite see what's beyond the situation, either. Jira backs off, and for a moment, she considers doing so also -- but then she remembers what Sagat said, and decides that it really doesn't make sense to back off. She has to keep the pressure on -- has to absolutely crush Jira.
It's at that point that her path forward becomes clear.
Backing off for a split-second, Satsuki gives the /appearance/ of drawing her blade into a parrying stance. Something about the power rolling off of her makes it seem like an eternity passes, makes it feel like there's infinite time to react.
There isn't. Stepping forward, she comes in for a single, brutal upward slash, hoping to totally open Jira's guard with it -- !!
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Satsuki's GW.
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Satsuki 0/-------/--<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jira
-- But all she follows it up with is a second forceful slash right back down. She looks exhausted after landing it, though... maybe /she's/ the one who's overcommitted.
Jira lowers her sword to thhe ground and intercepts the upward slash, being lifted up and only partially able to stop the second. She growls and seethes at the strike, squirming in place and barking out a cry. But her eyes seem determined and her foot comes up abruptly, sending a kick upwards to knock her foe off and give her time to breathe. Or she slides up and ducks into a roll to get to her feet, but she hardly seems conscious as it is right now even.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki fails to interrupt Light Kick from Jira with Spin Axle Pressure.
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Satsuki 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jira
Though her instinct is to back away, Satsuki wants to press in because of what she's been told -- and that mistake proves costly. She moves forward into that upward kick, blade still at the ready --
-- and eats the kick dead-on in the face. Staggering back as -- is that her nose that's bleeding? -- no, she's bleeding from the orbital bone, Satsuki starts to feel something in the pit of her stomach:
Anger. Maybe it's just Sagat's own fury bleeding into her... but it might be her own, too, genuinely roused by her own failure.
Jira takes in heavy, gasping breaths, hardly up on her feet as it is. Shaky and tired looking as she is, she darts in and thrusts her sword out infront of her, clumisly trying to run it into Satsuki with its wicked, pink gleam glistening in the air. If anything, she looks a little less pained. Probably her limbs no longer screaming in torment from her other attacks.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki instinctively blocks Jira's Quick Strike.
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Satsuki 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jira
As her gut tells her to block, Satsuki blocks; her gauntlets catch the strike from the blade, and she breathes a sigh of relief. The anger's not /out/ of her -- but it /is/ diminished, ever so slightly, by success. Accordingly, she doesn't bother to consider her options this time -- she just goes for the first thing that comes to mind.
Immediately sidestepping out of the block almost effortlessly, Satsuki looks to wrap her arms around Jira's midsection and suplex her squarely onto the back of her head. It's risky -- she's /deep/ in close at that point -- but she's counting on being too close for Jira to react with that blade entirely.
COMBATSYS: Jira dodges Satsuki's German Suplex.
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Satsuki 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jira
"What--?!" Sagat seethes, only to pause long enough to rummage behind his seat until he is able to retrieve a trenchcoat balled up back there. Given that the last operative to use Shadaloo's stealth van before him was not a hulking behemoth, his options with it are limited; he can at least drape it over his head for a modicum of coverage, though.
Although these measures are of rather questionable relevance when he follows them up by bellowing, "Who /is/ this--/end/ her! If there's even the spark of a fire in your belly, reach down into the depths of yourself and /seize it/! Let it consume you and this dreamer /both/!"
As he says this, he starts pulling the van out of park, just in case he has to swing by the cafe for an emergency extraction.
Jira's eyes jerk open wide when her blade is stopped and thrown off to the side like that. True, she is too close to openly react as is, but that doesn't stop her from twisting her way out of the hold and putting herself at arm's reach away from her foe, then taking a few heavy steps back and making distance in retreat. The pink glow hasn't yet receeded from her body, and during her retreat she casts aside her sword. The weapon vanishes in a flash of white energy.
That's when the pink flickering around Jira's body begins to suddenly condense and pool into each of her hands, letting out a brief sob she extends her arms forward and leans forward heavily, bracing herself to the ground as the flickering glow turns into two glowing orbs of energy. "Just LEAVE!" she shouts out as the balls rupture, sending a pair of raging beams of psionic torment to fire out. Both of them aimed for Satsuki, and aimed to intersect a meter behind her and cause an uproarious shockwave before diminishing.
Jira herself falls to one knee and struggles to regain her breath after the display, her hair and eyes no longer pink.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki parries Jira's #Legacy of the Bloodrose Clan EX#!
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Satsuki 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Jira
Drawing her sword up into a neat, efficient parrying position, Satsuki does the exact opposite of the thing Jira's requesting. Instead of leaving, she steps right forward, smashing each beam into the ground with sheer force of psion's will. Evidently, what Sagat said over her earpiece seems to have teased some fire out of her -- fire she has every intention of using to the fullest possible extent.
After all, a Doll is nothing without achieving success.
Ducking low, Satsuki flexes her legs slightly; there's no called-out move name this time, no questions -- just the abrupt upward launch of foot to meet face and carry it up into the air. The sense of dread coming off of her is almost palpable now; it's like Jira is standing in a cloud of jelly for a moment as Satsuki advances, her will -- or someone else's? -- reigning absolute inside the space.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki successfully hits Jira with Cannon Spike EX.
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Satsuki 0/-------/-----==|>>>----\-------\0 Jira
Jira, choked up as she is, is in no position to avoid anything. But her pain is palpable, radiating out into that suppressive cloud. Something about her shows interest, long enough for Jira to get a kick to the face. Her arms move on their own, the left filling up with a white mote of energy, dredged into her palm from somewhere else, somewhere nearby. And flung into the sky, with enough momentum to knock her onto her face and in no state of consciousness to fight. But her limbs obviously don't get the memo, jerking about oddly to make her crawl away slowly- perfectly in cue for that ball in the air to rain down a suppressive, peppering spray of psionic blasts down onto the immediate area, like tears spraying forth from the sky itself, briefly saturating the area in regret and anguish.
COMBATSYS: Jira can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Satsuki with Energy Rain.
- Power hit! -
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Satsuki is already on the retreat once she lands from her Cannon Spike -- but it's not quite enough for her to actually /get away/. The sheer number of blasts makes it impossible; when she moves to hop over one of the tables and out toward the van is when she gets the worst of it, eating one in the back and then landing hard on the ground, skidding across it.
Immediately, she begins to crawl toward Sagat's last known location; she's too hurt to really keep going, but at the very least... she managed to get the data she set out to get, and for an instant, showed the full might of a Doll.
A good first real showing, out in the world, for the Doll Project.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Satsuki can no longer fight.
As the van's motor begins to purr, Jira unleashes a tremendous show of strength, the glare of which forces him to lower the scope and shield his eye with one hand. He reaches for the key when the light begins to subside, all set to scoop up a crumpled Doll... until he sees that Satsuki's still standing after being bathed in the psion's fury.
Despite his encouragement, there's a bare flutter of disappointment at this turn of events... but only because he already had a smug comment about the Doll Project all lined up for the dictator. Beyond that, her continued survival is intriguing, as is the aggression she displays immediately afterwards; all in all, it's an impressive showing, despite the initial uncertainty.
Unfortunately, resilience and aggression aren't quite enough to keep Jira from launching one last salvo, and when one of the bullets sends the Doll skidding across the ground, he can't help but wince. And quietly snort; of /course/ she survived that psychic storm, only to be laid low by last-ditch psi-bullets.
He's in motion by the time she's crawling, so it isn't long before he's pulling up alongside her, only it's the exposed cab that's facing her rather than the sliding door on the other side. After hitting the brakes, he takes one foot out of the van so that he's able to lean down closer to the battered heap of a girl. Close enough to seize a handful of her collar, haul her off of the ground, and toss her into the other side of the van in one smooth movement; he is careful enough to make sure that she lands on the seat instead of sailing through the window, but he's otherwise more concerned with speed than comfort.
As soon as that's taken care of, the van peels off, headed for the nearest Shadaloo safe haven. Or garage that won't ask too many questions, either/or; after a few moments, he glances over to the Doll to offer an even, "You did tolerably; once we're away from prying eyes, we will discuss what you did wrong."
Log created on 22:56:57 10/30/2014 by Jira, and last modified on 03:22:20 10/31/2014.