Description: Deep beneath the destruction zone, a makeshift aqueduct was dug to keep the area relatively clean, supplied by a nearby lake, linking into some of the prior city's sewer systems. That system of aqueducts and sewers was the site of several other squatter networks, however in the shantytown's abandonment, all it functions now is as a place to hold an unreal stench. With most people being unable to breathe in the fetid environs, PFW selected some of this year's toughest and roughest to pick up the slack and fight in a massive free-for-all where nobody else will! Unfortunately, there's a bit of a problem. Due to an energy blast that went a little astray in one of the previous matches, a huge hole was gouged into the dam upstream. That filthy water's starting to rise. Oh, god. How much is that win worth to you? <Winner: Jira>
This is definitely not the type of place you'd expect to be having a fight. Not in a run-down filthy sewer like this. And how it stinks to high hell and back too. But apparently they decided to have a fight here, and Mila had no choice but to go along for the ride, seeing how she had volunteered to take part in the latest round of Saturday Night Fights. Unfortunately, she didn't remember to bring any clothespins with her for her nose, which is why she's finding it very hard to breathe down here.
As Mila arrives at the designated spot, she finds herself breathing slowly with control, holding her nose with one hand. "I can't believe I have to fight down here, but I'm sure it's worth it if the fight turns out to be worthwhile!" She sighs, waiting for the others to show up slightly impatiently, if only because of that awful smell.
Jira was, and probably still would be, stopping herself from retching when she even entered the aqueduct system. However, for this reason and the fact that her guest signed her up for the fight, they had put Jira's conscience on the backburner and took over for her. The dim lighting was a perfect conveyance for the glowing whiteness of her irises, if not the rest of her moving along in her usual clothes.. which will be burned at home, rest assured.
"While it might be bad that she can't hold her stomach, I'm not sure how good breathing this in through her mouth would be." they murmur in low tone, a brief flashing of white light permeates from Jira's nostrils. She then seems more content in breathing from her nose, even while being 'possessed'. Still, once they spot another fighter they continue making their way in until they can give them a proper introductory bow while visib- oh, it's Mila. A friendly smile accompanies the bow.
Foul stenches are not something that Brett Neuer is unused to. Even the usual BO in a team locker room doesn't phase him anymore. And he's been exposed to a great many things, like rotting fish from a catch improperly preserved, to the acrid smells of mining, as well as the occasional trip to his great uncle's farm and...the less said about what he had to help with, the better.
But this is a whole different level. He had bad feelings about this event considering how dilapidated and ragged this entire city was, but when he was directed toward the aqueducts under the city for his fight, he finds himself nearly unable to breath. Forced to cover his nose and mouth with the front of his shirt (and wishing he had some goggles at this point), the hockey kid finds himself having to hold back his bile. "Geez....what is wrong with this...." he mutters, looking around rather desperately for whoever he's supposed to fight at this point.
He spots someone, who seems to be having the same issues breathing in this rancid environment. "Do they really expect us to fight down here?"
Squeak Squeak Squeak.
The squeaking echos through the sewer tunnels. In careful rhthym, each squeak comes out, evidence of some sinister presence coming. Squeak squeak squeak. Even the foul stetch seems to be drowned by the squeaking, the sound overtaking itself on every echo, every cry. Soon the aqueduct is alive with the maddening chorus, the squeaking that fills every corner, every turn, every direction.
And then she appears.
The girl is pink. Pink hair, pink skin, pink outfit. The teenage girl has black leggings, and those were apparently her pants. Upon her hands were large, round 'gloves' with circular padding, some kind of boxing equipment. But the source of the squeaking becomes obvious now, as her similarly padded boots squeak with every step. Squeak, squeak, squeak. The girl walks right alongside Mila and Jira, pinching her nose.
And then she begins to speak.
"Wowwie wow wow! It smells like grandma in here!"
Noticing how the rest of the fighters were here, the teenager suddenly stumbles into a dash, rushing straight to where the others were, before nearly tripping into the sewage soup. "Twiddly dee!! Mignon is here!" The pink-haired girl squeals, jumping up and down in what experts are describing as an attempt at 'cute.' Throwing one arm in the air as she jumps, the squeaking comes with every sudden movement. "Mignon is a powerful witch!' She explains, shaking a finger at Mila. "But Mignon will be very careful not to bop you in the bottom too much!" The girl smiles, still pinching her nose, as she turns towards Brett.
"Are there grandmas down here?!"
Mila attempts to return the bow as best as she can, though the stench makes it hard to focus. She then looks to Mignon and scowls a little. "No, there are no grandmas down here! I'm only 21!" Given how awful things smell, it's no surprise that Mila's not in the mood to be joking around right now. After that she turns to face Brett and says, "Yeah, we gotta fight down here. Either that or we chicken out and become laughing stock for who knows how long?" She would sigh, but that would mean breathing again, and with that awful stench, she'd probably suffocate or something! Shrugging her shoulders, Mila cracks her knuckles once again.
Mila looks to make sure that there's no other surprises lying in wait for her before backing up a little to survey the other fighters. Then she gets into her fighting stance. "The sooner we get this fight over with, the sooner we can breathe for real again! So let's get this on!"
COMBATSYS: Mila has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Mignon has joined the fight here.
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Mignon 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mila
COMBATSYS: Jira has joined the fight here.
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Jira slowly takes a step back and slides into Akabara's stance, the white glow from her irises a clear indicator (to those whom might know her) that her guest is calling the shots at the moment.
"Then let us begin. If this is an aqueduct, there might be flooding at any time." they note in the telltale dual-voice of Akabara's presence.
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here.
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Mignon 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mila
Brett isn't quite sure howt o respond to the question sent to him....not the least because of just how....strange a question it is. And the pink-haired girl's appearance really dien't help take the edge off such a strange question, not that Brett could ever say so out loud. "Um....I.....no, I don't think so..." he answers finally after a while, still covering his mouth with his shirt. His other hand carefully handles his stick as he looks over toward the others.
"I guess there's really no choice, is there?" he says....before there's a sudden shudder and a sound of crumbling rock overhead. "What was that...." he mutters, muffled by the cotton before....water starts to pour in. Not clean water, mind, and he'd rather not be the one to find out just what's in that.
"...Oh no.....I think we're...." He swallows a bit. "Yes, lets hurry. Otherwise, they might not let us out before things get...really bad."
"Mignon likes chicken!"
The teenager continues to explain, as she keeps pinching her nose. "If we chicken out, then Mignon should take you all to an AMAZING rest-er-raunt that is called Kay Eff Cee! They have chicken there that is covered with bread, and cooked in oil! But not car oil, because Mignon tried that! It is some kind of super special oil, that makes it taste nummy yummy!" She rubs her tummy, licking her lips as she looks towards Brett. But then, Jira speaks.
"Wowwie wow wow!"
"You have two voices!" Is what Mignon says, clapping her hands together in squeaks. "You also must be a witch, just like Mignon! Or maybe..." Mignon suddenly looks terrified, scrunching down into a crouch as she trembles. "Or maybe you are possessed by a sp-sp-spooky ghost! But Mignon won't be afraid! Mignon is one tough cookie!" She releases her nose, puffing out her chest as she thrusts a finger at Jira. "For the maidenly powers granted to Mignon, Mignon swears that if you are a spooky ghost, then Mignon will-"
"Oh no!"
Mignon pinches her nose again.
"It smells like grandmas in here!"
"It smells like caca in here," Mila says, using the Spanish word for a certain s-word. "But that doesn't matter! We're here to fight! Now let's get it on!" Mila looks between her three opponents, sizing them up carefully. She stops when Mignon refers to Jira as a witch and she shakes her head. "That girl is DEFINITELY not a witch! She's a tough fighter, that's for sure. But she's no witch!" Then an idea strikes Mila and she grins a little, obviously ignoring the stench for a few moments here.
"What of your 'maidenly powers,' though? Maybe you could demonstrate them to me?" She's obviously skeptical about Mignon's abilities, which is why she's advancing a little slowly but steadily. "Can it handle my mixed martial arts tactics?" She adds as she attempts to throw a swift left hook at Mignon, trying to prove that might can triumph over magic.
Jira Kasagi seems to be largely tolerant of Mignon, or flat out ignoring her. But that last comment gets a sigh. "Not a witch, or a ghost. You have to have been a living thing to become a ghost. I fully assure you, that is not my case." they state to Mignon, turning Jira's attention to Brett. "Shall we start?" they ask of him, lowering their stance.
For one reason or another, their stance deepens and Jira's arms move into a readied position, but she doesn't move. "I'll let you go first."
COMBATSYS: Jira holds her arms wide, staring at her opponent.
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Mignon 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mila
Concerned about the sudden spilling in, Brett finds himself swallowing a little....and regretting it almost immediately as he starts coughing harshly into his shirt. "Ghgnn...oh geez..." he groans, before gripping his stick tightly and looking over to Jira. He looks like he definitely really doesn't want to do anything at this point....at least until he smacks himself in the helmet with his own stick.
Shaking his head and taking hold of his hockey stick in both hands now, he lets out a slow exhale....and then drives forward toward Jira, trying to slam into her hard with a harsh check as he tries to go all-in right from the start
COMBATSYS: Mignon blocks Mila's Jab Punch.
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Jira 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Mila
"It does not smell like crow!"
Mignon stamps her feet, unleashing a peal of pikopiko squeaks, looking back over towards Mila. "Mignon has a sister, and she dresses like a crow, and she smells like flowers and perfume! Mignon thinks she looks like a crow too sometimes, but Mignon knows that this place does not smell like a-"
%"EEK! MIGNON IS IN TROUBLE!"
As Mila thrusts out a swift hook, Mignon brings up her arms, curling up to block the attack. Hitting her arms firmly, she whines and whimpers. "Mignon is under attack! Mignon is going to need help! Help me ghosty! Help me you big handsome man!" The teenager begins to run around, going pikopikopiko with every step. Fleeing in circles, arms outstretched, she suddenly runs back towards Mila. "Oh noooooo! Watch out! Mignon is COMING THROUGH!" Flailing her arms wildly, she will suddenly try to grab Mila. And if she gets her grips on her?
She will throw Mila up into the air, and continue her panicked running.
COMBATSYS: Mila dodges Mignon's Filly Throw.
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Jira 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Mila
Mignon is rather unique and quirky. That's Mila's opinion of her. But the fact here is that she's trying to grab at Mila, and Mila doesn't want to be grabbed at a time like this. Watching her opponent carefully, Mila twists to the side then jumps back, her sneakers giving her a sufficient way to stay on her feet without losing her balance. She then looks to Mignon, who is running around in a state of panic.
"Take it easy, it's just a fight... albeit one that really stinks!" Mila comments as she rushes towards Mignon. "Here, let me take things down a notch for you!" Mila attempts to tackle Mignon, and if successful, will take her down to the ground in a traditional MMA takedown maneuver.
COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Mignon with Medium Throw.
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Jira 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Mila
COMBATSYS: Jira counters Fierce Strike from Brett with Equalizer.
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Jira 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Mila
Jira's full attention is brought onto the fight, concerns for the havoc brought to her respiratory and immune systems are on the backburner. Her limbs flicker into a luminous white light as Brett makes his move. Jira solidifies her stance on her small perch just at the refuse line and waits, patiently.
When Brett comes in, weapon in-hand for his check, Jira grabs his stick with her right hand, turning her body and sending her left hand under his right arm and sticking her left leg out to send the highschooler's mass and momentum into the air. Where she hoists him up and sends a vicious jolt of pain-infused psionic energy into his body and slams him into the nearest wall. She slides back into her stance and stares down at him, catching ear of the goings on by the eccentric pink lass and Mila. The latter of whom is proving to be more and more a worthy rival. She then resumes focus on Brett
"Come at me again." they state calmly, if not sounding a little upset.
Haste makes waste, that's one of those little sayings you're taught as a child, and that Brett normally tries to adhere to. But there's not much room for patience when things are flooding like this, and you can barely breathe without being overwhelmed by the noxious environment. So it's no surprise Brett tried to hard in, but instead of hitting Jira, he finds himself tossed like hwas nothing, his own momentum used against him and his entire body slammed with some kind of force into a wall. Crying out painfully, he collapses in a stark heap, some of the wall crumbling with him.
Pushing himself back up, he huffs and growls....before charging in again. This time, however, he doesn't go straight at Jira, his stick extended out as he drops low and tries to simply spin himself around Jira, attempting to batter her with several smacks of the stick's blade.
"WAAAAAH!~"
That was the cry as she runs past Mila. Continuing to run around blindly, she suddenly squeaks loudly as Mila just tackles her down into a harsh takedown. "OWIE Ow Ouch!" She moans, her limbs being twisted and contorted. "Mignon is in a lot of trouble now!" She exclaims, wriggling and writhing. "What can Mignon do when she is trapped like this!"
And then Mignon had an idea.
*THIS IS WHAT THE MOVE ACTUALLY IS*
Twisting around, Mignon reaches out towards Mila's chest. Attempting to grab each of her boobs, she will immediately beginning to rub them in circular motions, beginning the spell. Should she successfully keep rubbing, Mignon will begin to infuse Mila's body with electricity. And with a finishing slam with both hands, she will launch Mila away with a burst of electric energy. "MIGNON LIGHTNING BOLT!"
*THIS IS WHAT THE MOVE ACTUALLY IS*
COMBATSYS: Mila counters Lightning Bolt from Mignon with Flying Triangle Choke.
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Jira 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mila
Apparently, Mignon has quite a few tricks up her sleeve right now. And the fact she can use electricity in her attacks has Mila on high alert right now. Between the fact it stinks like crazy, it's also wet, and who knows what else could be lurking. But Mila's got a surprise of her own too. As Mignon comes at her, Mila leaps upwards, wrapping her legs around Mignon's neck, then falls onto her back.
She controls her fall so that she's not hurt by the fall, but Mignon might be another story, sad to say. "This isn't turning to stink as bad as I thought it would," Mila says as she gets up. "But I don't want to let it get that smelly!"
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Jira with Wild Spiral.
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Jira 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mila
Jira quickly draws her arms in and upwards defensively, but her movement isn't prepared for the circling flurry of blows that follows Brett's advance. She suffers the full brunt of his attack, wincing visibly from it all. She crouches down low while Brett's circling and springs herself up, spinning in the opposing direction and swinging out her knee with intent to stop his dizzying movements by landing an explosively painful strike to his abdomen. Fingers crossed!
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Jira's Aggressive Strike.
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Jira 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mila
It's good that Brett decided to go the unexpected route, feeling the report from his stick as he manages to hit Jira. Coming up straighter once he's hit enough, he grips tightly at his stick, readying himself for the counter attack. Thankfully, he's able catch Jira's attempted knee strike on his stick, gritting his teeth before pushing it aside.
Coughing, he takes in a deep breath despite the foulness of the air. Bringing his weapon up to bear, the blade of his stick starts to glow with a faint blue aura before he slashes out with it, trying to drive it straight across Jira's side.
Mignon was many things.
Of those many things, 'unique' and 'quirky' were definately potential words to use. As she attempts to grab Mila by her chest, the girl suddenly finds legs around her neck. Mignon tries to say something, but it is hard to be annoying when someone is putting you in a full triangle chokehold. As she is smashed to the ground, she whimpers, butt straight up in the air. It was so hard to breath, even without being smashed to the ground. "Why you! How dare you hurt Mignon like that!" She exclaims, standing back up. Hands on her hips, she leans forward, stomping a foot with a pikopiko squeak. She holds out a hand. "Mignon is going to teach you a lesson-"
Suddenly she has a bomb in her palm.
"EEEEEH! EEEEEEH! EEEEEEEH! OH NOOOO!" Was the cry as Mignon suddenly starts running around again. Holding a rather large, round bomb in her arms, the weapon hisses, getting ready to explode. "HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP MIGNON!" She repeats again, running around in a panick. Finally, desperate for something, anything, to get the bomb out of her hands, she remembers grandma's wise words.
'Mignon, if you have a bomb in your hands, you should make it no longer in your hands.'
"That's right, Granny!" She exclaims!
And then Mignon tosses the bomb at Mila, covering her nose as it is ready to explode.
COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Mila with Heartful Present.
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Jira 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Brett
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Mignon 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Mila
If you've got a bomb, what do you do? Get rid of it! Where do you get rid of it? Whereever it's not going to hurt you! Unfortunately, Mila doesn't want any of it, but by the time it gets to her, it's too late. The explosion isn't too bad, but it does hurt quite a bit, and it leaves Mila stunned for a few moments.
"Wow, you'd never see that in a traditional fight!" Mila says, referencing the MMA fights. She shakes off the dazedness, although the stench and the pain are starting to get to her. Swallowing quickly, Mila attempts to lift her leg and swing it in a swift roundhouse kick, heel first, aimed directly at the side of Mignon's head!
COMBATSYS: Jira reflects Red Sabre from Brett with Pity.
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Mignon 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Mila
Jira is a little more prepared for Brett's next attack, after his stopping her knee strike. Or, it atleast seems like it from the movement of her body. White energy coalesces above her palms and intercepts Brett's charged weapon. Unfortunately, the conflicting energies clash and Jira's twin psionic orbs take the victor of the clash. They both invade the charge on Brett's stick and race down, eating up the chi on the way down and flowing into his hands with painful psionic aftershock that eats into his nerves and invades his mind. A look of disappointment crosses Jira's face at this event.
"Are you okay?" they ask.
Well, this is going fast, just like Brett hoped. Just in the complete opposite way he wanted to. As he attempts to slash Jira down with a chi-charged strike, he finds it caught...and all that energy reverted back through his stick into him. The feeling causes him to cry out in pain as the recoil sends him sprawling to the floor.
Groaning, he's slow to stand up, grunting and growling. He can't let himself fall this easily. He can't go down so fast. He has to make some kind of stand. Gritting his teeth, he doesn't answer Jira.
At least not verbally. Instead, he simply charges after her, flipping end over end and trying to crash himself forcibly into her with a brutal high check, stick encompassed with chi again. He tries not to let her get a hold of his stick this time though, spinning about further and trying for a follow up check to completley bowl over her.
COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Mignon with High Kick Cannon.
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Mignon made a whoopsie!
As the explosion comes, Mignon squeaks in terror! "Oh no! Mignon was supposed to cover her ears, not her nose! Mignon is always confused by her senses! Mignon has to remember that the tongue is for taste, the nose is for smell, the fingertips is for touch, her eyes are for seeing, and her ears are... are..."
"Mignon cannot remember what ears do!"
As she struggles to remember how her ears work, Mila recovers. And once she is recovered? She was ready to punish Mignon. PUNISH MIGNON HARD! She rips through the smell to give Mignon a boot to the head. Mignon turns around. "Do you remember what ears do-"
Mignon is kicked straight in the face, spiking her to the ground.
Mignon smashes to the aqueduct ground so hard, she craters into it. Bouncing straight up with a squeak, Mignon is crossed eyed, dizzy from the impact. She steadily raises her finger up to the air, bracing the bottom of her hand into the palm of the other. "Ears are for hearing!" She states, as at the tip of her finger begins to glow. Swiftly, a massive ball of fire, bigger than Mignon herself, begins to build to a head. Building larger and larger, she finally levels it down at Mila, aiming it straight at her. And finally, she shouts.
"FIRE!"
The fireball is launched straight at Mila, knocking the girl head over heels as she is blasted back from the recoil. Flying through the air, she falls over the edge of the aqueduct...falls right into the cesspool of the aqueduct. Mignon flails in the water. "Mignon has fallen! And Mignon can't get up! Oh no! Mignon is really up in it nooooooow! Ub Blub Blub Blubbbbb!!!"
And bubbling, Mignon sinks under the surface of the water.
COMBATSYS: Mignon can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Mila with Meteo-Strike.
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Mila finds her attack hits home, but then finds she's on the receiving end of a final surprise from Mignon. And despite her best attempts, Mila just can't bring herself to move in time. She's hit extra hard and is knocked backwards, almost falling into the filthy waters herself. Actually, make that she actually does fall into the waters, and she doesn't appear again for a moment.
Then something resurfaces. It's the Mila from the Black Coliseum!
OK, so not really. It's just Mila returning, gasping for air and badly hurt. Still, she finds herself with one less opponent than before. She looks between Jira and Brett, then settles her focus on Brett, gritting her teeth through the pain. "Don't take it personally, but she and I have a friendly rivalry that I don't want to change just yet." She then attempts to get close enough to Brett and drop down before rising up suddenly with a swift uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Jira with Hurricane Check EX.
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Jira has no defense prepared for the high attack and the forceful charge, sent off of her feet and onto her back. She grunts and forces her way onto her knees, then onto her feet in time to see a firey recoil knock Mignon into the rising water. This bodes bad and she completely forgets Brett to dash her way down to where the bubbling pinkette had been and jumps after Mignon. The full attempt is made to rescue Mignon from that... okay she's taking no less than five showers and a couple baths when she is home, orders of Akabara. She's up quickly and with a Mignon resting atop her right shoulder as she makes way for one of the ladders leading to the surface.
"If you can climb, do it now. I don't want to drop out of this event. But if your safety is impaired further." she looks to Brett and Mila silently. Most of her glow is covered by sewer gunk.
COMBATSYS: Jira idly punches at the air, doing nothing for now.
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COMBATSYS: Brett fails to interrupt Rising Uppercut from Mila with Sir Stanley's Crush.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
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Jira 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mila
Brett manages to actually connect this time with a check, rather than have his own energy turned back against him or something of the like. It's clear he's wholly outmatched at this point, but he has to try, and the hit is a good momentum changer at least, but with the noxious air and environment making it harder and harder to breathe. And then he ends up clearly and completely ignored when JIra diverts from their fight to....the weird pink-haired girl?
It's a confusing shift, and Mila's commment to him only gets a slow turn and an attempted hook of his stick around her when he finds a fist flying toward him upon turning around. Unfortunately for him, he's not anywhere near fast enough to react to it properly, and the uppercut lands clean and flush on the jaw enough to send him flying, yet again...and this time, when he crashes into a wall and slumps down, he doesn't get up.
Mignon has fallen asleep
As Jira dredges her up from the waters, the teenager isn't moving. Her pink clothing was now brown, and her hair had a rather large fish in it. The fish wriggles in her hair, as she slumps over Jira's shoulder. As she lays there, her eyes close, her mouth opens, her tongue lolling out.
Mignon doesn't respond.
She might.
She might need to be resuscitated, Jira.
While Mila's successfully knocked out Brett and Mignon pretty much, all the same she's very badly hurt and is running out of steam from both her injuries and this horrible smell. And the way she's feeling, any more of this awful stuff, and Mila's going to pass out quickly. Sighing, she looks around for a way to get out, knowing that the fight organizers can come back for Brett. "This was a well fought match," Mila says to Jira. "It looks like it's going to have to end like this though. If you want to rematch sometime, go for it. But for now, I yield to you."
COMBATSYS: Mila has left the fight here.
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Jira bows briefly to Mila. "Bring Brett up if he can't do it himself. I think this girl needs to be revived." and she starts climbing. "We'll finish this some other time." they adds going up with a slumped teenager on her shoulder. Not stopping until they're street level and Mignon is deposited on the ground. There is no room for hesitation, they call for a medic and start making good on Jira's CPR training, and Akabara's life experience to raise Mignon from the ... to just get her conscious.
COMBATSYS: Jira has ended the fight here.
Mignon is laid on the ground.
She is not breathing. She just lays there, tongue hanging out from the side. As Jira gives CPR, every breath makes her squeak. After two attempts, she begins to squirm. Coughing, the breath of life finally fills her, and she opens her eyes. Half-lidded, she looks up at Jira, the woman who had saved her life. Her lips tremble, locked into Jira's on.
But then she begins to speak.
"Mignon kissed a ghost, and she liked it! Mignon hopes that her sister doesn't mind it! Mignon knows that it felt so wrong! Mignon knows it felt so right! But it doesn't mean that Mignon is in-"
Mignon is interrupted as she turns her head, and begins to throw up aqueduct juices.
"BLAAAAAAGH MIGNON FEELS SIIIIIICK"
Log created on 18:18:00 12/13/2014 by Mignon, and last modified on 02:44:31 12/14/2014.