Description: "Of all the offices in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine. It's a cold night out tonight, but she's put together like the Sahara in July..." Somewhat riffing off of Daniel's old job, today's battle is going down at his old offices, with suspiciously monochrome lighting conditions. Somewhat in keeping with the theme of things, Hitomi has been given access to a small allowance in the form of a gift card to a very high end apparel store and dress shop to get "something appropriate for the match."
It feels like a long time.
Agent Little walks down Gedo Street, the snow drifting down around him. The detective wasn't in his Interpol colors of grey on grey. No, he was in his old private sleuthing colors of orange on black. The Interpol Agent was clad in a bright orange three-piece zoot suit. He had a few of them still. In a few decades, he might still have one that would fit. He remembered when he did detective work in the old zoot suits.
Back when he worked in Southtown.
The detective walks through the snow-slick sidewalk, reaching the apartment where his 'office' once was. An office. Heh. More like a home. He missed working off of Gedo Street sometimes. You'd think living near Gedo High was a mistake. But if you gave those hooligans some whiskey and smokes, and treated them like human beings? You had an information network AND a nightime security watch that would make the United Nations jealous. Being on Gedo Street made Daniel Jack feel safer than anything Interpol could provide.
But being safe was bad business.
The detective works his way up the stairs, and down the hall. Already, he could see the camera wires running along, leading straight to his room. He had a mission, according to the Chief. He had to investigate the cocoa. And in order to do so, he had to take part in a fight. And yet, here he was, at his old place of work. Maybe this wasn't about the cocoa. Maybe this was to drive a knife between the ribs of a troublesome agent. Daniel Jack reaches the open door of his old apartment, his old office, and enter, hands his in pockets.
It looks nothing like he remembers.
What expense and planning that went into the production of a Saturday Night Fight was something Hitomi had been unprepared for the sheer scale of. The costume and wardrobe department had worked themselves into a flurry and all but cut and redesigned the dress around her with her tut-tutted or shushed into silence while genius was working. The dress itself now was a work of art, Sky blue formal party dress with matching hair bow and the array of white flowers decorating the - Holy Moly where did the rest of the dress go?
She turns and examines the dress in the mirror, it's a little short but she like the look and - 'make-up!'
The surprised exclaimation was abruptly cut off. Now, dusted, primped and painted Hitomi can really find the time to start feeling nervous about her first televised fight, before she is ushered into the set and directed to sit the nerves are already starting to tighten and the stomach flutter. Focusing on her breathing, in and out- clearing away troubled thoughts and stilling her thoughts, it might feel like she was a television star or something right now but the occasional bump heard form one of the other rooms was probably someone adjusting some kind of camera or listening equipment. At the end of all of this it was an exhibition match with an unknown opponent who used an unknown fighting style.
An agonizing three to four minutes later the door finally does open she surges to her feet out of nerves and fingers the small purse accessory she had never seen before. Completely according to scripting and theme, the genre savvy German girl bows at the waist introducing herself and consciously corrects it into stiff looking smile and the delivered.
Looking so nervous her next action might very well be calling 'Line!' out to someone in the wings for help.
It was supposed to look like a sleuthing office.
An old work desk is on there, with heaps of paper. A lounging couch is on the side, red and prim. There was a kitchen, devoid of a fridge, and looked like something out of an old movie serial. Even the lighting had a sepia tone to it, making it look more drab than it should be. All off to the side, of course, since the center was tastefully sided by all these 'props' in the office.
But this wasn't Daniel's home.
Daniel's home had the floor covered in whiskey bottles. It had blood bags in the fridge, and also, he had a fridge. The detective sighs again. This wasn't for him. This was for the audience.
And then he hears the hello.
He turns his head, and looks at the young thing that had stepped in. The detective wiggles in his mustache, looking over the nervous young thing. She was almost half his age, wasn't that sad? She was hardly an adult. She was gorgeous though, utterly beautiful. Was this another jab between the ribs? Daniel didn't mind. Smoothly, he steps into the middle of the room, the cameras on both him and his partner. And looking dead on at the girl, he speaks.
"Just relax, toots, you're doing fine."
Agent Little's tone is soft and gentle, a soothing tone in it. "The name's Jack. Daniel Jack. Some people know me as Agent Little, others just call me Danny. Call me whatever you need, sweet thing," He tips his hat at the young girl, winking a bit. "But let me ask you something real straight."
"What's your name?"
The words are encouraging, delivered kindly. The girl in nods and swallows trying to cast off her excess tension and makes a show of holding her hand to her breast and taking a deep breath; she makes a concerted effort to calm herself that finally seems to have affect.
"Hitomi, it is a pleasure to matc-meet you. Danny"
Correcting herself she can feel her cheeks heating but the strange lighting choice in the room is probably wash it out some, she smiles anyway it comes easily and naturally, she's a complete novice at this but she is beginning to have some fun. The nerves are fading now she has an actual human opponent who seems rather friendly. Hitomi speaks her English fluently and uses no honorific, latching onto the nickname as a way of introduction and seemingly happy to do so.
The opportunity to talk to an opponent before a match was unusual, and more so to gain a feeling of ease doing so. Assuredly, this is a good man. If it weren't for the lighting even she however might have been more astounded by such the striking colour and manner of his dress. Maybe just like her own ensemble it had been cut together, but such a couture piece? She had never seen the like or cut before of a suit like it.
Tightening her fists at her sides she offers a more formal karate-style bow and a firm "I'm sorry for having concerned you." It would be unfair and improper to place any burden on her opponent that might incline him to go easy on her and the match should be about these two fighters; in this one match before anything else. Her stance is firm, pulse steady-(ier) and her style a lot more evident in how she holds herself.
The details trickle in for the detective.
He is quiet for a moment, just watching, just listening. He observes her, inspects her. Hitomi. The name's Japanese. But a lot of evidence pointed that she wasn't a citizen. The titles were wrong, the personality was right. She was nervous, and a novice; but if she was fighting on his level, then probably, she had a small range of experience that was deep, not shallow. Probably a prodigy, or a family art. As she says sorry, he smirks, letting out a chuckle.
"It's okay, no need to apologize."
"Where you from? Netherlands? Germany? Austria?" He asks calmly, falling into his own defensive stance. One hand up, one hand back. A wide, steady stance. Against Hitomi's karate stance, Agent Little takes a clear Aikido stance. Watching his opponent careful, the detective nods.
"Where did you learn karate, sweetheart?"
Hitomi's confusion registers as a blink while the shock is processed. It was almost unheard of for people to assume that she wasn't Japanese. She nods vehemently as she rouses herself and finds her tongue to answer.
"T-that's Germany! c it is really amazing that you could work that out!"
What exactly had given her away to such a degree she had no real clue, but she assumes her own stance, the white flower creeps a little up her thigh as set steps back and sets her footing, a strong stance as a basis she punches one arm forward and down, the other arm back across the same plane and sets her guard; both hands gravitate up, the hands curled lightly but not into fists.
She stares unflinchingly back at Daniel jack, eyes studiously watching for an opening, for a signal the match has begun, a fight against someone who did not use Karate was always a battle with and against her instincts, as he had already shown.. Daniel seemed able to read her to an uncanny degree, she had to take this seriously.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi has started a fight here on the right meter side.
COMBATSYS: Daniel has joined the fight here.
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Daniel 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hitomi
"I had three guesses, sweetheart, that's just luck."
Agent Little winks, as he casts a glance to the judge by the couch. Man, he didn't even remember the gloom. Back in his younger days, he was quite the fighter, if he said so himself. Even at the age of 30, he had some reputation of being one of the most technical fighters around. Of course, around being a very subjective word. Once the judge gives the thumbs up, he calls the fight to open. The detective nods one last time at his young opponent, before calmly responding.
"Lets get it real straight now."
Agent Little advances forward steadily and sternly, his footwork deliberate. Daniel Jack was neither too reckless, nor too cautious in approach, delicately circling around Hitomi as he closes in. He was waiting. Watching. The constant studying had not stopped yet.
And then he strikes.
The detective leads in with a familiar move for the karate fighter, most likely: He steps in, reaching out to grab the girl by the arm and wrist, both hands. And should he get that grip, he will follow up with a pivot, and then, flip her straight on her back. An Aikido staple, from the school of Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu.
Maybe Ryuhaku was watching him now.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi fails to counter Power Throw from Daniel with Komon.
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Daniel 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Hitomi
As Daniel moves to grab her wrist Hitomi almost seemingly does the same, her movement mirroring his own as she grabs at the wrist of the arm searching for her own, there's a sudden clinch of pressure and Hitomi is the one finding her own wrist locked , he had used two arms instead and outmatched her own leading arm. Yanked off her feet she spins through the air and comes down on her back, the rush of sound from time spent travels through the air terminates with the wumph of being slung to the ground.
Her free arm yanking free she draws her knees to her chest and slings herself back onto her feet. She favours the hand for a second shaking it out, but it doesn't seem injured so she resumes her guard stance, even more wary than before and a little more wide eyed.
Sudden pain has made her breath catch a little, but done wonders for her focus.
Daniel does hold up.
After hurling Hitomi to the ground, he is already standing at her side. He waits of course, the Agent letting the younger fighter get up. He keeps his own guard up, watching, waiting, staying alert until she brings up her own guard stance again. The detective relaxes a bit, and wiggles his mustache.
"You've ever fought Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu before?"
That was the question as Daniel Jack advances forward, neither too fast, neither too slow. Just steady. With her defense back up, he just continues, moving back in again. "It's a lot like Aikido, with a few tricks to it. Regular Aikido doesn't have proper strikes, for example." To demonstrate, the agent of Interpol leads with a palm strike with the left, and smoothly chains into a hand chop with the right. Bringing his right hand in, he turns his body, jabbing in with his elbow, before bringing his left hand back around.
Into a rising, upwards palmstrike.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi blocks Daniel's Zoot Suit Riot.
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Daniel 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Hitomi
Hitmomi shakes her head, only a tiny gesture and her eyes never leave her opponent but she does try to offer a reassuring smile. She had never seen the style before focusing on the most prominent point of attack had pulled her focus away from the arm which caught her, not a mistake to let herself make a second time.. if at all possible!
"I've never fought anything like this before."
Hitomi shifts her forearm to meet the palm strike flat, catching the hand chop against her free and undamaged wrist but turning it to absorb the blow, she meets each attack with a solid strike or glance off her defence. But that didn't mean she couldn't learn and adapt to it, use her own strengths against it.
Giving absolutely no ground and starting to push in forward against the elbow strike with the barrier created by both arms, locked side by side and vertically braced against the incoming blow, she turns the same defences against the last blow by moving into it.
But, that was just so she could get close enough to shove with both arms, aiming for his shoulders to try and ruin his balance; Hitomi hops forward and with a rising knee that comes up quickly, already preparing to follow through with the charging punch to the centreline if she can create the opening.
COMBATSYS: Daniel dodges Hitomi's Tenchi Kaibyaku.
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Daniel 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Hitomi
A steady advance meets a steady defense.
As the strikes come out from Daniel, he keeps pace, the blocked blows hardly affecting him. "Well you are keeping up fine. See? You got nothing to worry about. Don't get nervous, and just fight like its your best, you dig?" As the uppercut comes, his whole body shifts with the momentum, a precise movement that brings his center back.
Just in time for Hitomi to surge in.
As she comes with a shove, Daniel grips her hands lightly. With a quick rotate, he keeps his balance as he negates the shove cleanly. As the rising knee comes, he side steps, bringing his hands forward to guide Hitomi's knee at first. As the punch comes, the hands shift upwards, and to firmly direct the arm around and past his center. Where there was power, he could respond with redirection and balance. It was neat and graceful, almost like a training session.
But Daniel wasn't training her.
Trailing his hands gently and firmly, they seize up like claws. Should he get a grip on Hitomi's arm and shoulder, he would reverse the momentum hard. He would use the leverage and position to force Hitomi down to the ground hard in a controlled press, as he wrenches that arm at the shoulder. And if he gets Hitomi that far down?
He will attempt to dislocate her arm at the socket.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Hitomi with Mad Jack Crack.
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Daniel 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Hitomi
The girl screams in response to the rising torque leveraged against her shoulder, it cuts off as she grits her teeth and her free arm moves over to cradle the joint even as it is being wrenched like that. If she loses the battle completely at the minimum she might lose the use of her arm, at worst even take some real lasting damage to the joint.
Her whole body contorts and tendons in the trapped arm are screaming, muscles bulging and trembling with the effort of holding it all together. 'Don't break-'There isn't much she can so in the situation but endure for the moment 'Don't give out-'
Ever so slowly she starts twisting it back, the entire arm is numb all the way down to her fingertips but she won't break and won't give up the joint.. she needs that arm more than he does. Sweat drips to the floor but she is gradually pushing herself back upright forcing numb fingers to open and close searching for a grip and trying and shuffling her feet into position for a hip throw.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Hitomi's Medium Throw.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Hitomi
Agent Little was doing it again.
His sweet words were sincere, his presence was respectful. There was no doubting that charisma, that charm on encouraging the kid to do her best. But here he was, wrenching her arm from her socket, with a disabling move meant to cripple a criminal. Daniel Jack was a nice guy, really.
But he fought so damn seriously.
As he publically tries to cripple a teenage girl in his old office, he begins to glance up at the camera. A grimace is on his face, as he rolls his lips over his teeth a bit. The scream did not look good. As Hitomi forces herself up, he relents a bit, letting himself shift to a more defensive position. As she finally unleashes the hip throw, the detective is anticipating it, and with a heave, he lets himself get tossed...
And he breaks into a roll.
Tumbling over his old floorboards, he rolls past the couch and desk, springing back upright into a stand. "Not bad." He begins moving behind his desk a bit. He places a hand on what was supposed to be his old leather swivel chair. He never had a swivel chair. Putting a hand on the upholstery, he eases himself. "Just... just don't scream okay? Please?" Agent Little says, making an easing gesture with his other hand.
And he pivots.
Gripping the chair tight, he swings his whole body around in a clockwise spin. He takes the chair with the whirl, lifting it off the ground as he whips it around. Stepping towards Hitomi, the judge gasps as Agent Little chucks the chair straight for Hitomi, legs first. This was not Aikido. It wasn't even Todoh-Ryuu.
It was just fighting dirty.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Hitomi with Large Thrown Object.
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Daniel 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Hitomi
Standing in place and breathing hard Hitomi works her shoulder around, evaluating the range of movement. This wasn't like any karate tournament she'd ever seen or experienced before and she was rapidly heading towards her limits; Left shoulder, right wristc she was rapidly losing effectiveness, offensive and defensive options.
Having rolled across the room she can see her opponent already coming about but worse still she can see the set to his mouth and hear the pain underlying the words, oh dear. Her opponent shouldn't be feeling guilty for her own inadequacies, she energetically nods in response to his request, there was a lot to learn-"-eh?"
The office chair flying at the startled girl batters and crushes in the hastily thrown up defence, driving her own arms back against and into her chest and face before the weight of the chair knocks her backwards to the ground. Lying flat on her back Hitomi takes a moment to chastise herself for not seeing the chair as a weapon, a Saturday night fight was not the heavily restrictive setting of karate tournament. Her wounds should have been a good enough indicator but the chair had certainly been an education all in and of itself. But, it's too early to give in just yet, she raises one arm to rub at her forehead vigorously and sits up whilst doing so.
Picking herself up with vigour and assuming her guard she winds her arms through a slow half kata, still with her full range of movement; battered but in no-way broken.
"I'm sorry if I worried you."
COMBATSYS: Hitomi gains composure.
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Daniel 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Hitomi
Daniel Jack was just getting GLARES from the camera crew.
Agent Little's martial training was, ultimately, being used to subdue criminal-types. Using such tactics on Hitomi was being very much not like any karate tournament that Hitomi has dealt with. And as such, she was reacting... poorly. Even those watching at home were looking at Daniel as nothing more than a smooth-talking bully. Even Hitomi was apologizing for making him worried.
And that just makes him feel worse.
"No, no! It is okay! Don't be sorry!" He pleads, as he closes back in on Hitomi. "Just fight with all your heart, okay sweetheart?" He wasn't kidding. The judge just shakes his head at him as Agent Little moves past the couch, advancing back on the karate kicking kid. His reverting back to his Aikido stance, his approach slows down. Hitomi might have a moment to notice the surge of energy that was coming over Daniel.
The Kasane Ate.
Raising both of his hands up, orange energy flashes straight over his hands and arms, building at his finger tips. With a smooth swipe, the detective slashes downwards, unloading a wave of energy. It comes so fast, and so effieciently. Daniel Jack was keeping the advance going, the lash of chi rushing out towards Hitomi. The Interpol Agent was showing off all his tricks, all his craft techniques.
And he wasn't even breaking a sweat.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi blocks Daniel's Kasane Ate.
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Daniel 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Hitomi
Entirely absorbed in the fight in front of her; Hitomi spares no thought of this being a televised appearance, nor the audiences at home watching. This was a serious match and she needed to do a little better, show her resolve and spirit before the end.
Daniels words to her reinforce this for her, his seeming upset with the fight thus far was in her heart she completely understandable, this wasn't satisfying at all. Not for either of them.
The appearance of the light flickering between his upraised arms she coils back giving herself more time to access whatever kind of attack was coming. The orange wave batters at her entire body and dissipates against the ground, but the force with which is pushes her back is no joke, the squeal of the strappy little heels screeching backwards as they grind across and judder their way across the polish planks, as soon as the momentum slows she is already pushing off against and sliding mid-step as she turns momentum, almost running a step on the spot before coming right back at him.
Hitomi kicks with the one leg, a fast double tap as her foot ascends she kicks out at his side, then at his head. but twirling her body away as she retracts the leg from the head height tap she leaps and throws in a back heel kick. The young lady kicks high and the dress is rather short which is a sure fire boost to the ratings; but twirling her body away as she retracts the leg form the head height tap she leaps and throws in a back heel kick. Each strike accompanied by a forceful kiai.
"Ei! Teh! Hiya-aah!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel fails to interrupt Nami Gashira from Hitomi with Jumping Jack Flash EX.
- Power fail! -
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Daniel 1/------=/=======|=======\======-\1 Hitomi
Not even breaking a sweat.
Agent Little hurls out the wave of energy, the wide range of moves coming across. The strikes of Kasumi, the joint-locks of Daniel, the dirty fighting of his old rival Roland, and the Kasane Ate of Ryuhaku. A diverse, colorful assault that doesn't manage to bring down the young lady. And frankly?
The detective was grateful for that.
The crew was already pretty mad at him for beating up a pretty young lady. As he recovers from the slash, he has enough space to prepare for the follow up. As Hitomi comes roaring in, he brings up his arm. The first kick comes to the side, which he blocks deftly. The second kick comes towards his head, and he readies to catch. When the feint comes around to a leaping high kick, he is already reaching out to grab her-
And Daniel pauses.
"Um-" He begins, the agent of Interpol's face beginning to burn. Staring right in the depths of the high kick, he is astounded that someone this modest would be so... open about high kicking. Stunned by the visions of shame, the agent of Interpol has no further defense, as he is smashed in the head. His hat knocked clear off, he is sent hurtling to the couch, landing hard into it. Groggy, he glances over at the judge.
The judge saw that, Agent Little.
The judge is just judging so hard at Agent Little.
Yoshi! Hitomi drifts to the ground having completed the back kick, fired up and ready to pursue. Touching down lightly she spies Daniel seemingly reclining on the sofa exchanging a look with the judge. A tiny insecure moment as she wonders if he is seeking to call off the fight, a firm headshake as she banishes the thoughts and the one-two of footsteps as she steps closer and into the launch that propels her into the air right at the comfortable detective. Turning a full 360 degrees in the as one leg moves up until it's pointing straight up at the ceiling-
Some of the camera crew look away but the fact the hem of the skirt is fanning out like flower around her waist, one of the grips stop working and one of the two costume designers spills his tea onto the saucer with shaking fingers, the other mops at his brow with a kerchief. Maybe that hemline had been a little short.
And Hitomi comes slicing straight down at Daniel Little already bringing down the leg is a vertical crescent arc right at him.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Hitomi's Shingetsu.
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Daniel 1/-----==/=======|=======\=======\1 Hitomi
At least the couch was soft.
Daniel Jack tries so hard to explain to the judge, with a look, that he isn't like that. The judge responds by pulling out his phone. The detective desperately hopes he isn't sending a text to his boss.
The judge is in fact sending a text to Daniel's boss.
The agent of Interpol was in huge trouble now. His big SNF breakout had him being a dirty old man who was eye-molesting a teenage girl on international television. After beating her. And attempting to dislocate her shoulder. And throwing a chair to her. At this point, the only thing missing was a fedor-
The detective quickly rubs under his chin, and sighs in relief that no neckbeard has grown. Instead, Hitomi comes roaring in, throwing her leg straight to the ceiling... which makes Daniel stare AGAIN! Tappity tap tap goes the text from the judge, as Daniel Jack, desperately, throws up his arm as aerial kick come hurling in. To which, the detective shouts:
"WOULD YOU STOP DOING THAT!"
With his crossed arms catching the impact, the detective shoves back, standing straight up. Orange flows over his body, coming in cascades as he gives a stomp. The couch behind him bounces up in the air, as Daniel Jack turns, both hands burning with chi energy. With a cross cut, he swiftly -dices- the couch in panicked power. Slicing it in twain, the detective begin to grip the parts of the couch, ripping it apart with his bare hands, hurling the chi-infused energy in a flurry at Hitomi in desperation. As the red couch lays in fluffed up pieces, he begins to rotate, stepping around the room towards the desk, ripping THAT apart in pieces, hurling the chunks of wood at Hitomi.
If his skin wasn't so dark, he would be blushing pure red.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Hitomi with Mean Business.
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Daniel 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hitomi
The heel firmly pressed against Daniels blocking arms continues with the pressure but the girl on the other end of leg is giving him a wide eyed and desperately confused look. Whatever had caused the sudden atmospheric change in the room and to which her opponent reacts is completely lost on Hitomi (she is Euorpean after all.) Instead she experiences overwhelming amazement as he pushes almost the entire weight of her body up and away, she begins to hop backwards; throwing her arms wide to try and recover balance in an awkward dance.
The force that bounces the couch into the air has her mind reeling as well, but more so when it is cut cleanly in half, the jaw drops as the man silhouetted in orange tears a handful of the couch and the splintered mass grazes her face does she realize she is in actual danger from this.
Covering her face and head she endures the storm an battery of objects by falling back; flinching and backing away with each strike, the sound of the smashing of the objects is such that even when the last piece is thrown there was no cry or yelp.
Hitomi is slow to unwind the guard and risk her face, her too wide eyes; until the sundering and impacts had finally stopped. The sky blue dress was tatty in place, small cuts in the fabric, more welts than cuts on the skin beneath -- but that still hurt like crazy.
Much like Daniels stomp Hitomi brings her foot down on a piece of the debris surrounding her, it spirals up to shoulder height as the trajectory takes it.
And in one fluid motion steps into and punches it right at Daniel, the projectile whistles right at him and the whole time the girl is smiling. She should be on the ragged edge but instead she's smiling innocently and trying something she had never thought to try doing before, learning from the resourceful Daniel Little.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Hitomi's Thrown Object.
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Daniel 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hitomi
The judge finishes sending a text to Daniel's boss.
Meanwhile, the detective himself cools down, the inner light dying down. Ripping half the desk, he breathes heavily, the assault taking a ton out of him. Groaning, he shakes his mustache. "Now THAT I'm sorry for-"
"Oh you aren't done."
As the young lady manages to survive the relentless assault, the detective nervously watches as she keeps... oh no where was that dress cut. The detective was legitimately wary, the agent keeps his guard up for what was coming up. The girl had talent, Daniel Jack could see that. The trouble was, she was not experienced in fighting people like the Interpol Agent. Adaptive, technical fighters, with a broad martial style. As she scoops up a chunk of desk, and hurls it at Daniel, he seriously bats it aside with his hand.
And he steps in.
Surging forth steadily, he draws back a fist, leading his arm before him to shield him. "Fantastic..." He rumbles, as energy floods over his body, right towards that fist. "TODOH..." Was the thunder, as he finally reaches the younger fighter. And with that, he lashes out his defending arm with a luring hand chop... before exploding out his fist with a single, bone-crushing palm strike.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi fails to counter Fantastic Todoh Punch EX from Daniel with Yamase.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Hitomi can no longer fight.
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Hitomi shifts her foot; it was probably her last chance to turn the tide. Everything ached and she was right at her limit. One arm comes up defensively parallel to the Daniels own closest limb, but it's also at the same moment her ankle turns on a small piece of the debris underfoot.
Ankle rolling, the whole foot slides sideways and her stance falters despite attempts to correct, she commits to the action of twisting to defend against the chop.
A massive mistake, the shot to the collar bone make her wince but it's just a moment before she doubles up over the palm strike to the abdomen. She slumps forward over Daniels arm and drops limply to the ground, straight down as her knees give way and she falls onto her rear.
Palms making contact with the ground Hitomi holds herself up but it's clear from the fit of sharp coughing and slump in her shoulders she is in no fit state to continue to fight.
With her head turned down and face obscured by the hanging fringe her mouth twists and her teeth bite her lip, she is frustrated, angry with the mistakes she has made, one of her palms lifts and thuds into ground and she exorcises her vexation, in doing so she just lets it go, bitterness would only hold her back, and it's not what a victor should see in his opponent.
She had lost, this time! But what an experience it had been.
And she trips over the debris.
Daniel Jack is gonna get hate mail over this. As he slams the palm in the newbie fighter, he even winces. In his defense, there were those panty shots. She is clearly naive! Somehow, that made it worse. As she lies on the ground, bitter and upset, he sighs. The judge, -glaring- at Daniel, walks over, motioning towards the agent. "Winner is..." And he seemed utterly disgusted at the answer.
Agent Little shakes his head. "Don't worry, you'll get me next tim-"
His cellphone rings.
Agent Little puts a hand on his face, planting it over his eyes. Delicately, he frisks in his jacket, pulling out the phone. The detective brings it up to his ear. There is rabid screaming in the phone. The detective moves it away from his ear. He does not remove the hand plant on his face.
"Yes, Chief, I can hear you loud and clear."
A wave of surprised muttering makes it's way around the room, camera and crewmen alike. Hitomi climbing slowly back to her feet after the victor is called, unsteady and wavering with the effort of doing so. Once she reaches her feet she bows deeply to her opponent; Daniel Little. Fists still trembling but held traditionally at her sides she maintains the waist deep bow.
"Thank you very much for the match."
The powerful exclamation made before she straightens, carefully and slowly she feels the leaden weight of her body but similarly refreshed some at the same time. An uncommonly bright smile just for Daniel but it turns a little awkward when she realizes he was on the phone.
She offers another bow to the judge, turns to offer one to assembled crew and subsequent audience at home. That had been a lot more fun than it had appeared. She would gladly fight like this again.
Log created on 18:35:00 11/22/2014 by Hitomi, and last modified on 03:42:11 11/24/2014.