Description: Did you know 'ken' can mean both 'sword' or 'fist' in Japanese depending on how it's written? True story. So enjoy some Ken on and Ken action in this SNF battle that doesn't require going to weird rule 34 Tumblr to find. (Draw Match)
Well, this went wrong with a swiftness.
The way that Aya Hazuki looks... let's use the words 'out of place' striding through the streets of Metro City dressed like a pre-Meiji era throwback complete with katana at her side, already seems relatively strange. She threads her way between dancing partiers, drunken revelers, and other faceless NPCs on her way to the arena designated for today's SNF, a part of Metro that... you know, both of these fighters appear to be Japanese nationals and maybe if you want to show off your city by hosting a charity event, don't set it in the midst of urban blight.
Above and beyond that, however... Aya herself feels out of place for totally different reasons. She's no stranger to fighting or the martial arts, but this sort of spectacle -- televised combat for the entertainment of the masses -- is really, really outside her comfort zone. In her heart, she's grappling with that right now. A part of her is saying that this is NONSENSE, that she should turn around, get on a plane, and head back to Japan. Go back to her normal life. But then another part of her thinks about her life for the past few months and realizes: 'normal' doesn't really apply anymore.
Suddenly, she was awakened to an awareness of the world that she can't ignore and can't explain. Suddenly, the clean and perfect lines of her swordsmanship are erupting with an energy she knows so little about. Suddenly, she's encountering people and places she 'recognizes' for no real reason. And sometimes there's a voice in her head that says: maybe try this out.
So here she is. In a seedy part of Metro City, about to round a corner and...
It's like something out of 'The Warriors.' Aya turns the corner around an alley between two tall buildings and finds herself looking at a street brawl of epic proportions. Gang members in every kind of outfit, from the 1980s jeans and mohawk to modern day AKira-style biker leathers. And then there's the Metro cops who have leapt into action, by which I mean they have thrown themselves into combat with the gang members with reckless abandon. And then there's the drunken partygoers who think this is all part of the show.
Of course the cordoned-off area for the fight somehow remains entirely empty and the SNF cameras unmolested. It's not entirely clear how this works, but there's every indication that SNF MIGHT be run by extradimensional aliens who have advanced technology and feed on our suffering.
Stepping over a rope into the 'ring,' Aya looks back at the brawling crowd and mutters, in vague annoyance, "How _bothersome_."
MEANWHILE
He really wanted a more rough name like 'Killer' or 'Blade' or whatever, but when Melvin 'Sparky' McDonahue joined Mad Gear right out of dropping out of Phoenix University (he didn't show up to class ever), he took what he could get. The wiry little redhead is hovering at the edge of the fight, bouncing on the balls of his feet, clutching a knife in one hand and the taser he favors (and the source of his nickname) in the other.
He's like a kid trying to decide to jump into the deep end of a pool for the first time.
It's hella sad.
Chaos.
Chaos, pure and undistilled, is the only word that can describe what is happening here. A defeaning cacophany of raw sound fills the streets as countless voices rise in wordless shouts of drunken laughter, brutal agony, and seething fury, the kind of melting pot of intense emotional turbulence that can only exist when Hell has opened up its doors and thrown away the key.
Reason no longer has any place in this Wonderland of violence and mayhem. Words are meaningless white noise that vanishes like so much dust in the wind against the backdrop of senseless aggression and mindless animalistic panic. The police struggle to contain the tide but there is only so much that Metro City's finest can accomplish in the limit time they'd had since the riot first broke out.
This was certainly not what Makoto expected when she learned that her first professional match would be held overseas amidst one of the great mega-cities of America. Like everyone in Japan, she'd taken a couple of courses in rudimentary English and learned of some of the history of the nation but her contact with foreigners has thus far been limited to the occasional encounter with students from Pacific High. Perhaps this was just some sort of bizarre tradition to celebrate the official fight, some obscure festival of which word had never reached her ears.
Regardless of the reasons for the tsunami of human aggression, the small girl has no intentions of allowing to detract her from making it to the arena. This is the perfect chance to display the might of her art to the world and perhaps bring some recognition and honor to Rindou-kan's dojo so that she can attract new students. Unlike her opponent, Makoto does not go around the riot to reach her destination.
She goes -through- it.
Amdist the sea of constant motion as both sides struggle futilely to gain the upperhand a sudden surge of explosive force sends a body sailing into the air. A small weasely looking gangster traces a parabollic arc across the sky until he slams into a nearby car, slumping motionless onto the pavement. A few moments later another body takes off like a firecracker with similiar results. And another. And another.
Like the scene in Jurassic Park where the raptors are making their way through the tall grass, the hidden figure of the short Japanese karate girl works through the crowd leaving gaps in her wake as gangsters (and the occasional misguided officer) turn their efforts towards slowing her down. Her entrace into the official ring isn't nearly as graceful as Aya's but with a final devastating kick she blasts a hole through the outer perimeter of battling rioters, sending a large drunken man in a leather jacket scooting across the pavement like a bobsled.
Hair tousled and uniform wrinkled, Makoto casually marches forward and steps over the dividing rope, moving to a spot near the center of the ring. Her arms cross as she takes in the figure before her, eyes narrowed into a hard stare.
"Makoto Kato arrives to answer the CHALLENGE laid against the SUPERIORITY of Rindou-kan! Are you the one who will face me in HONORABLE combat?"
Welp.
That's quite an entrance. In fact, as the young karate practitioner ~*dynamic entry*~s her way into the ring, that's exactly what comes out of Aya's mouth as the swordswoman tracks Makoto with her gaze: "That's quite an entrance." The compact, powerful-looking young karateka cuts an imposing figure indeed, one that is an interesting contrast to the lithe profile Aya presents. But to the audience, perhaps that's all for the better. A clash of speed and power in the squared circle, as it were?
Despite it all, the typically quite calm Aya finds her heart rate going up just a bit, a tension and even anticipation of the fight to come building in her body in a way that hadn't, before now. All her training and dedication were not necessarily 'building up' to this moment... but despite herself, the heir to the Hazuki single-blade style finds herself observing her own excitement with a sort of curious detachment. It's... unexpected.
"Not... entirely unpleasant," she murmurs aloud, perhaps confusing Makoto if she hears it. Maybe the weird American in the toolbelt was on to something.
"I... haven't done all... THIS before," Aya says to Makoto with a faint smile, waving her arms a bit to indicate the setting. It's not clear if she means 'SNF' or 'an urban riot', however. "This should be interesting. Good luck to you."
And then there's the bell. A noticable shift comes over Aya, however, as she appears to fall into a fighting 'mode'; her stance alters, one foot back, body leaning ever so slightly down toward the floor. Her left hand comes to the scabbard of her katana, her right hovering over the hilt, a stance that an experienced martial artist like Makoto might recognize as belonging to battoujutsu. "Aya Hazuki; my style is Hazuki Ittou-ryuu. Forward."
And then she's surging across the distance toward Makoto, attempting to leap onto her shoulders with a low-angled, hopping kick, before swinging her entire weight forward and... well, effectively dragging Makoto to the ground by hooking the karateka's neck with her scabbard and flipping forward. An unorthodox technique for a swordswoman, that's for sure.
COMBATSYS: Aya has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Makoto has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Makoto interrupts Armed Combo from Aya with Fukiage.
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Makoto watches her opponent with an impassive mask of stoic calm, a rock of confident tranquility and quiet coiled power upon which the waves of noise and chaos break and shatter into nothingness. She does not move from her stance as the swordswoman speaks, merely staring into her eyes with silent determination. Perhaps it is an intimidation tactic, a facade meant to unnerve and frighten the other girl; if so she never breaks character.
"The MIGHT of Rindou-kan," she bellows in a tone that echoes her confident stance, "is not to be TRIFLED with. Mere RUFFIANS such as these cannot stand in my way."
Something in Makoto's posture shifts suddenly and she looks thoughtful as if about to say something else. Whatever it might have been, however, is cut off by the loud ringing of the bell that signals the start of the fight. The warrior girl's expression immediately returns to a firm stony scowl and she drops into her own fighting stance, her knees bending into a slight crouch as her right fist tucks in against her ribs while the left remains poised outwards in a faint defensive claw.
An invisible surge of power suddenly springs to life as Makoto inhales deeply. The wind stirs around her in a rapidly escalating gale that somehow touches only the karateka's slender form setting the loose folds of her gi ruffling back and forth while the long hachimaki of bright yellow cloth tied about her neck like a scarf flutters outwards behind her in a dramatic fashion.
Aya's curt final words of introduction are met with the sharp exhale of a fierce kiai as she launches herself into the air. Just as she herself leaps into the air, Makoto surges forwards in an explosive burst of speed. The extended leg catches her on the shoulder but she ignores it completely, barreling through the attack as if it were a feather floating in the wind. Before the prim samurai can make the pass overhead, her fist shoots straight up into the air like a pnuematic piston, slamming harshly into the girl's gut. The impact arrests her forward momentum, in a violent and upleasant fashion, turning it nintety-degrees straight up with enough force to give her a few extra seconds of air time than she was hoping for.
No rest for the wicked, one supposes.
There's a lot of power in that little frame, as Aya discovers, the quite forceful blow slamming into her side and altering the battousha's aerial trajectory. However, the sword was not Aya's only area of study, as the acrobatic maneuvering that she employs in the wake of that blow makes clear. Sucking a breath in through her teeth, Aya tucks her knees in, twists, and then performs a graceful three point landing, like a cat, on the other side of the 'arena'.
"Hm. Interesting. I'm surprised I've never heard of this... 'Rindou-kan'," Aya says carefully, rising into stance once more, giving Makoto a second glance, taking in the young woman's form. "Also, you don't have to shout."
Apparently banter is not Aya's strong suit, however, since she pretty much immediately goes right on the offensive a second time. It seems like she's preparing to charge in again, which given how this turned out before seems somewhat... stupid? But her master plan becomes apparent in time. Rather than wait to reach her opponent, the Hazuki heir stops short, plants her foot, and makes a smooth draw of her katana in a swift silver arc... a good ten feet from Makoto.
This seems less crazy when, in the path of the slash, crystalline towers of frost erupt from the ground in its wake, tracing a speedy and vaguely erratic line across the ground toward Makoto, looking to encase her in a cage of ice. If and when that happens, Aya slides the katana back into her saya, the icy remnants of the attack shattering into glittering shards as she does so.
MEANWHILE:
Apparently, 'Sparky' has finally plucked up enough courage to do SOMETHING in this brawl. With a roar (more of a squeak really) he leaps into the crowd like he plans to bodysurf, screaming inarticulately as he swings the taser around, jamming it into random passersby and bellowing "YOU WANT SOME?!" each time. This would be more threatening if it didn't happen in a super falsetto register thanks to a combination of fear and bad genetics.
COMBATSYS: Sparky has joined the fight here in the center.
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COMBATSYS: Sparky takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Aya successfully hits Makoto with Hyouga.
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"I am not SHOUTING," Makoto says with another harsh bellow. She doesn't look like it either. The force of her voice appears to simply be that robust, perhaps from the same intense power that is compacted into her small frame. "I am simply STATING the obvious!"
Or maybe she just doesn't have volume control.
"Rindou-kan is a HONORABLE art with a long TRADITION of powerful fighters! Your IGNORANCE of this fact will be RECTIFIED!"
That statement of challenge seems to indicate the end of her willingness to talk. Makoto drops into her combat stance yet again and begins to slink slowy but inexorably towards the nimble sword slinger. Her progress is stopped rather abruptly by the sudden swift slash, her eyes narrowing in confusion for a moment until the ice suddenly explodes from the ground in her direction. The karateka attempts throw herself sideways but its simply too fast and the frigid energy rises up around her body with a biting surge of pain.
Mercifully, the agony lasts only a moment, but even that short flash of cold is enough to leave her exposed skin numb and tingling. Makoto drops to one knee as the ice shatters, the shout of surprise she'd attempted to exhale as the frost overtook her finally escaping in a husky huff. Frowning in annoyance, the tomboy pushes back to her feet and drops into a low horse stance, both arms tucking inwards against her side as she sucks in air again. Just like before the wind begins to surge around her with unseen power and the lingering tinges of blue on her body quickly flake away into tiny sparkling motes.
*****
Nearby, the large man that served as the impromptu doorway for the violent karate fighter's entrance, suddenly seems to regain his senses. Lifting his head off the pavement, a large meaty hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck in confusion, a look of bewilderment at his current predicament obvious on his face.
"Heeeeey," he says outloud, speaking to no one in particular. "Howsh did I end up down shere?" The slur in his voice speaks of intense inebriation and several of the spectators for the fight who aren't a part of the riot quickly take several steps away from the bulky biker, giving him wary looks. There are no police nearby to deal with any further hooligans which only makes his sudden return to consciousness more unsettling.
As if somehow sensing the tension in the air, the biker pushes to his feet and looks around with a dopey stare, muttering under his breath. He turns a small circle in place, trying to spot something familiar, but it isn't until his eyes focus with a glossy tint upon the battling fighters that he registers a look of surprise.
"B-bro? Is that you?"
Squinting in an attempt to resolve the blurred forms in the distance into something more concrete, the towering man staggers forwards, nearly tripping onto his face as he hits the boundary rope. Once he's flopped over it, however, he surges towards the fighters in a loopy winding gait, one arm stretched out towards... Makoto.
"Brooooo...! Ish me!"
COMBATSYS: Makoto gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Drunk Rioter has joined the fight here.
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"I know how kiai work," Aya says slowly, watching Makoto as the young woman recovers from the frosty bite of Aya's spiritually-empowered swordwork. She's a tough one, all things considered; the comparatively nimble and fragile Hazuki heir is going to have to work extra hard on this one. "There's a time and a place for shouting in combat. I'm just suggesting that maybe every fourth word of a sentence isn't it," she finishes, raising a perfectly-tuned Spock Eyebrow™. Apparently she's one of 'those'.
Only a fool would take in the Rindoukan fighter's reluctance to attack as a sign that things aren't going to get heated. Rather to the contrary; Aya's newly-awakened senses would have let her know about the gathering power. Waiting to see what happens isn't going to work out, in her opinion; the situation necessitates striking here, and now, with all the speed she can muster. There's a pause, a deep breath... and then Aya's form, too, is surrounded by a burst of light and wind from seemingly nowhere. Not as persistent and lasting as Makoto's, but certainly the same expression of drawing chi into the body.
Aya nods at her opponent, a moment of what she would like to think of as respect, and then speaks. "Hazuki Ittou-ryuu ougi..."
Then she's gone.
When she reappears, it is to be standing literally within a couple feet of Makoto, her form glowing with a hazy gold-white light. And if her senses are attuned, Makoto will notice that Aya's presence feels close by not in just one place, but *four* -- four seemingly real clones of the swordswoman, each glowing with that gold white light, leap at the Rindoukan karateka from four different angles, each performing the same arcing sword slash with blades made of that light chi in mirror lockstep. The question is, which one's the real one?
Probably the one that speaks, as three of the four 'clones' disappear. "White Lotus!" The real Aya the carves upward with that sword made entirely of light, looking to slice it entirely through Makoto's body.
HOWEVER:
Fueled by adrenaline, Sparky continues to take out other gangers and cops alike, some felled by the taser's electric kiss, others by... well, a flailing arm or blade. "YEAH. YEAH. WHO WANTS SOOOOOOOME." Then he turns and sees the drunken rioter flailing at Makoto in... the middle of a pretty sweet duel of special effects, apparently. But there is something about a huge biker about to pick on a little girl that...
Sparky's Mom looms large in his head, shouting: "DON'T HIT GIRLS."
Squealing "MOM I'M SORRY MOM I'LL BE GOOD PUT AWAY THE ROLLING PIN," Sparky flails his way across the ring, looking to dive at the drunken rioter, pulling his taser out and basically diving at him face-first, shouting "DON'T HIT GIRLS!"
COMBATSYS: Makoto dodges Drunk Rioter's Desperate Grapple.
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COMBATSYS: Aya successfully hits Makoto with Byakuren.
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COMBATSYS: Sparky successfully hits Drunk Rioter with Power Strike.
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The lumbering form of the drunk is impossible to miss as he throws himself in a stumbling stupor towards Makoto. She turns to face him, anger flashing across her features but with the fight still on-going there's nothing she can spare to deal with him right now.
Instead, she throws herself sideways into a low roll, easily escaping the grasping arms of the confused man just in time for another of the strangely dressed gangsters to come flying out of the crowd with a crazed cry as he tackles the biker. The drunk lets out a surprised grunt as the taser-assisted tackle slams into his wide mid-section and both he and his assailant go tumbling to the floor in a messy tangle of flailing limbs.
Makoto turns her attention back to her own fight now that the distraction is dealt with but it would seem that slight slip of focus would not go unpunished. Her gaze snaps back to the front as multiple clones, illusionary images of her opponent, close in from all sides. Growling her defiance, the girl throws her arms up to deflect the blades but they melt into light and vapor upon contact with her skin.
A harsh cry of pain explodes from the small martial artist as the real sword cleaves into her back, brilliant light searing directly into her body as it drives upwards. Makoto staggers under the intense sensation, yet more agony lancing through every nerve in body. It hurts. A lot.
Rather than let that pain debilitate her, however, Makoto focuses her anger at being thus wounded inwards, drawing power from the turbulent emotion. She flexes and lets out a bellowing cry of raw molten fury as her skin quickly shifts in hue from a dusky tan to dark lobster red. Fresh energy surges through and around her in a palpable wave and she turns to level that destructive force at the source of her pain.
Reaching out for Aya's body, the raging karateka attempts to latch on to anything she can get her hands on - arms, shirt, hair; doesn't matter. Then she brings her head down like a hammer, wielding her own skull as a boney battering ram.
COMBATSYS: Makoto knocks away Aya with Tacchuu.
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COMBATSYS: Sparky dodges Drunk Rioter's Medium Strike.
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Aya manages to get this out, before Makoto's head impacts against her: "Okay that color isn't no--"
And then the entire thing is over in the blink of an eye. Maybe Aya, in her not-as-much experience fighting against actual human opponents compared to training forms, underestimates Makoto's speed. Or maybe she got cocky, thinking she could turn the situation to her advantage. Either way: the entire affair is over in an instant and Aya goes sailing back across the ring. There's no acrobatic save, this time; this isn't the start of the fight where she was fresh. Considering Makoto was able to deal such incredible damage with only two strikes? Yeah.
Groaning, the swordswoman gets to her feet, shaking her head to clear it. "Well. I can tell you haven't been neglecting your strength training," she murmurs, before turning and getting a good look at her opponent again. Yeah... that's not supposed to be that way. Which might seem weird coming from a woman who just made ice appear out of midair and created clones of herself out of energy, but still. Plenty of people can do that.
"Are uh, you alright?" she asks carefully, observing Makoto but deciding not to take any sudden moves, since it's not ENTIRELY certain what's going on here right now. She's preparing herself, because 'lobster red and shouting' means it's unlikely Makoto's going to come at her with a hug and a box of candy. "Do we need to stop?" A brief pause, and then she adds: "...are you drunk?"
She DID turn red.
MEANWHILE:
Sparky does about the most inelegant thing possible in response to a drunken rioter leaping at him: he turns and runs, arms flailing, screaming like a little child. "I'M SORRY BUT YOU SHOULDN'T HIT GIR--"
Oh look, a rock.
Looks like Sparky's gonna trip on that rock.
Yep, there he goes, baseball sliding toward Aya's feet, probably knocking her over.
You suck, Sparky.
COMBATSYS: Aya focuses on her next action.
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The impact of using her skull as a bludgeoning tool hardly seems to faze the angry girl. Makoto lets out a sharp roar as she feels the satisfying crunch and holds her posture for a few moments, making sure to follow through as much as possible before finally tucking her arms in to a quick horse-stance as she lets out a soft exhale of condensed power.
The Tanden Renki is a powerful technique, one that focuses her abundant emotions into raw strength and energy, but it is taxing on her body. A small wisp of smoke escapes her lips as she breathes and her jaw locks into a tight clenched seizure a moment later.
In lieu of words, Makoto simply sucks in air in a single harsh intake and then slowly begins to let it out in a fierce wordless kiai that lasts for several seconds. It starts out as a low rumble deep in her chest but quickly builds in strength until her sonorous voice nearly matches the riotous noise around her in sheer intensity. A violent gale of surging power explodes upwards in a pillar around her, practically attempting to rip the cloth of her gi off her body with its force.
Meanwhile, the drunk and the coward tussle it out for a few moments but when the smaller man turns to run, his new 'friend' quickly surges after him with cavernous thundering footsteps. "Broooo! Don't go, I jusht wann'a hug!"
COMBATSYS: Makoto charges her next attack!
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COMBATSYS: Sparky successfully hits Aya with Random Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Aya seems like she's ABOUT to say something to Makoto -- if 'skin turning red' is a bad sign, then 'smoke coming from mouth' is probably infinitely worse. However, the second she opens her mouth, she immediately looks down to find the gangly ganger powersliding across the ground at her. And, well... in this case the fault DEFINITELY lies with Aya, who merely rolls her eyes and tries to step out of the way in as ladylike manner as possible, which almost GUARANTEES that Sparky is going to cannon into her and send her to the ground.
This is exactly what happens.
There's a loud *whmp!* as Aya slams the saya of her katana into the ground -- heavily -- and pulls herself standing. Before, she was confused, then worried about Makoto, and now she's progressed to actively annoyed. "You," she snaps, pointing at Sparky. "Stop."
There is... something about Aya. It could be that she's just... got a sort of presence, if you will. That might be why Sparky squeaks, visibly wets himself, and then nods and cowers.
With a nod, she turns to Makoto, and says in a guarded tone, "If you're feeling up to it when this is over, I suggest we spend some time beating these fools senseless." This is delivered in the same tone one might suggest heading to Pinkberry to, you know, get some fro-yo or whatever.
Then she's all business. Whatever attack Makoto is building up to, she *cannot* let it hit her; the strikes she's endured in this battle so far are more than enough, thank you. "This has been an... enlightening experience," she offers her opponent with a nod. "Thank you. Also, I do hope that your blood vessels are not, you know... exploding. I would hate to see a talented young woman like yourself die to a rage-induced aneurysm." You're such a nice person, Aya.
Then she's in motion, again, displaying the speed of her art. Kicking off the ground in her charge at Makoto, there's a second or two where it actually doesn't even look like she's touching the ground. Aya attempts to, for lack of a better word, charge *through* Makoto with a drawing slash, ending up on the girl's opposite side... before the path of Aya's dash suddenly erupts in swirls of green wind, slicing the air much as her sword might.
"...not finished yet!" the Hazuki heir shouts, and with blinding speed turns and sheathes her sword, in the same movement lashing out with an upwardly-angled roundhouse kick, intending to lift Makoto right off the ground and continue sending her there with two more kicks, three in total, before her assault is complete.
COMBATSYS: Aya blitzes into action and acts again!
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COMBATSYS: Sparky fails to interrupt Crushing Strike from Drunk Rioter with Trip and Slash.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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MEANWHILE:
A terrified Sparky continues to stare at Aya, somewhere between horrified and... enamored?! That's probably not going to end well in the long term. It's CERTAINLY not going to end well in the short term, because the drunk rioter comes up for a hug and Sparky is not... paying... attention. This is why the 'hug' slams into him with, well... crushing force, sending him flying across the area into the ongoing gang battle, into which he is swallowed up.
Go with God, Sparky.
COMBATSYS: Makoto endures Aya's Kamaitachi.
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COMBATSYS: Makoto interrupts Amagumo from Aya with Empowered Seichuusen Godanzuki.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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COMBATSYS: Makoto can no longer fight.
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Aya's concern might be considered touching if they were friends sharing afternoon tea, casually knitting sweaters as they rock gently in large chairs with large cats resting comfortably on their laps in the fading warmth of the evening sun.
THIS IS A BATTLEFIELD.
Makoto's long drawn out exhale reaches a fever-pitch as it peaks in intensity and suddenly swirling air around the girl dies out in an instant, as if it never were. The karate girl, still burning with red-hued focus and fighting spirit, drops into her combat stance and turns to face the oncoming tide of flashing blades just as Aya strikes out again.
The initial slash tears through the air with a flash of shimmering steel and a long rending cut appears along the outer edge of Makoto's uniform. She grits her teeth, ignoring the sting even as the wind that follows slams into her with even greater force. A dozen smaller but equally unpleasant cuts appear all over her body, practically shredding her precious uniform to uselessness, and several bits of the cloth sag or fall away to reveal her hardened bronze muscles beneath.
Despite the injuries mounting, Makoto turns with a fierce outburst of defiance to face the second half of the battoujutsu assault. The spinning kick connects squarely with the side of her head but rather than be torn from the ground, the Rindou-kan master merely grunts and takes a step foward, driving her terrible fist down into the conveniently defenseless space where her opponent's legs connect.
The first blow hits with such force that it simply folds Aya in half, her body caving to the sheer power that drives into her mid-section. A series of three sharp blows follow an instant later, smashing into the delicate curves of her chest in rapid succession with all the delicacy of a rampaging bull.
One final pause precedes the finishing blow as Makoto crouches in place, drawing in her will for the coup de grace. Then a fist that could easily be mistaken for a cruise missile explodes upwards with titanic force, smashing into the hapless samurai's jaw hard enough to give her a good close view of the third story of all the local apartment buildings.
Breathing heavily, bleeding from a dozen tiny cuts, Makoto holds her fist up in the air, partly in triumph and partly because it hurts too much to move at the moment. She /does/, however, find the energy to take a deep breath and shout, "SEICHUUSEN GODANZ--!"
And then the massive shadow of a huge male form comes crashing down on top of her as the drunken lout sends his intended target flying and instead trips, stumbling on top of her with a ground-shuddering thud that completely buries her under a mountain of leather and flab.
Log created on 16:59:50 11/08/2014 by Aya, and last modified on 17:13:49 11/09/2014.