Description: Sada and Chisaki quarrel over a destroyed sunglasses hut. Then things get violent.
MEANWHILE...
Standing in the wreckage of the sunglasses stand, Sada Asai looks with cool disdain at her opponent in the making, one hand set artfully on her hip. She has, of course, sunglasses on, keeping her from the glare of the winter sun.
How has this profound tragedy come to pass? In the mind of Sada Asai, the answer is simply and purely malice, and while she is not surprised in her grim and bleak way at this, she /is/ slightly wounded -- to be attacked while shopping, the true right of any wealthy woman!!
"Well, if this is your real intention," Sada says, "I guess I won't deny you the pleasure of punishment. But I must warn you," and here she tosses her hair back with one hand, nose turned up in the air, "that I'm not going to be held responsible for the agony you experience...!"
And with that statement, Sada Asai lunges forwards, and... past...? the Nepalese Napalm, sweeping her arm around as she goes. Is she going to claw out Chisaki's eye? No, at least not on purpose. Her goal is to grasp one of Chisaki's arms and force it around, so she's choking herself out as Sada wheels behind her.
The wisdom of this maneuver is ambiguous.
COMBATSYS: Sada has started a fight here.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Chisaki has joined the fight here.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Chisaki
COMBATSYS: Chisaki dodges Sada's Cobra Clutch.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Chisaki
"This," Chisaki grumbles as she looks around the destroyed sunglasses stand -- what the hell! She wanted to buy new sunglasses -- and finally scowls, directly at Sada, "is entirely you fault. If you didn't need to be some kinda mega-rich bitchy cakes, then maybe this wouldn't have happened, huh?"
She reaches her hands out in front of her and cracks her knuckles with a loud pop, and then she falls into a fighting stance. This girl, she reminds herself, fought Tiffany Lords. She is in the high school tournament; she is actually dangerous. She rolls her left sleeve up, as Sada poses, and then she raises her left arm and spreads her fingers out in a loose motion, like a claw. "You want a warning?"
She spits in the ground -- and then grin. Her crimson eyes flicker. "Here's a warning: too late to back out now!"
When Sada lunges forward, her left arm shifts. A crackle of inky blackness shoots up it, from the fingertips on -- and those fingertips lengthen and sharpen, as it becomes a midnight black color. Wisps of purple and black energy flow off it, like a foul mist; that same mist parts as Chisaki does a quick sidestep, to dodge around Sada's grasp.
Then she swings her shadowed arm at Sada, the clawed hand slashing down at her with a quick, hard swing down the side of the other girl.
COMBATSYS: Sada dodges Chisaki's Shadow Claw Strike.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Chisaki
Sada curls her lip up at the backtalk and sassafrass she is faced with, but as she grows nearby, she says, "What the hell!?" as Chisaki's arm is erupted in what must be some kind of SOUTHWEST CHINESE DEVIL MAGIC!
(Or so Sada mentally classifies it. Sada's family includes the kind of people who refer to the denizens of the Yasukuni Shrine as 'the unjust victims of the aggressor, McArthur.')
That incoming slash-swing makes Sada lunge backwards, eyes going wide. "Y -- are you a demon?!" she declares, accusingly. Sweat glistens on her forehead in tension and abrupt fear for what she had expected to be an adventure in ass-beating. Pointing, she says, "Your hand!!"
She wipes her forehead.
Oh right, she thinks, before she takes a step forwards and thrusts her hand forwards. This may seem inexplicable, and in a sense, it is, because there is no good explanation for why her handful of sweat droplets turns into a shrieking explosion of stinging acrid pain!
But it does. It does that exact thing.
COMBATSYS: Chisaki blocks Sada's Glow Bomber.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Chisaki
"Yeah, this? This is just a thing I do," Chisaki says, with a roll of her eyes. "And if you call it some horse shit racist Chinese crap again, I'm going to punch an appreciation of diversity into you!"
She sees the hand thrust forward, and the sweat droplets turn into something. Her eyes widen, and she swings her shadowy claw up to intercept them; it hits her arm, which sizzles along the midnight black flesh, but shows no outward sign of damage. Then Chisaki runs right at Sada. As she gets closer, she jumps into the air with a slight spin.
Her left leg extends and swings back -- and then she comes crashing down for Sada from above. Her leg swings out in a hard kick aimed at the other girl's as she drops down on her from above. "Taste the fucking rainbow!"
COMBATSYS: Chisaki successfully hits Sada with Heavy Kick.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Chisaki
"I didn't say anything about the Chinese!" this time
Sada protests too much. And in return she is given a spinning kick as she is smashed in the leg, staggering against the wreckage of the sunglasses stand as she says, "Ughh!! You bitch!"
This cry is as old as time, and as she struggles to recover her footing, Sada's eyes tighten behind the sunglasses. Pain... the agony, not just of violence, but of something far worse. Diversity.
Her response is to lunge forwards before Chisaki can rebound completely, aiming to grasp at her extended limb and wrestle her into the cold, cruel Southtown ground. "If you make me respect diversity, you're the real asshole!" she says, even as her hands burn subtly with the strange heat boiling off her various and sundry bodily fluids.
COMBATSYS: Chisaki dodges Sada's Strong Throw.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Chisaki
"You were saying it's some southwestern Chinese shit!" Chisaki snaps back, even while Sada comes down at her. She steps to the side, quickly, swinging her left arm backward when she does. Black ad purple light trail after, as she escapes from the other girl's effort to grab onto her, her red eyes widening. It was too close!
Then she swings her left arm in front of her, and it shudders for a moment; the arm glows, not brightly but darkly, and particles of purple and black energy drift up from around it. Chisaki's expression shifts downward, into a glower.
"You're a real piece of work, you know?"
She lunges, throwing a punch with her right hand, striking with a quick jab straight at Sada's throat. The transformed left arm swings behind her, held in reserve for a moment.
COMBATSYS: Sada fails to interrupt Quick Punch from Chisaki with Beat the Cheek.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Chisaki
Sada swings her hand around as that lunging fist goes towards her throat.
And what happens next? Something that has a magic and energy and speed which is normally found only in successes, rather than in failures. Sada's attempt to smack the silly out of Chisaki fails, and that punch does in fact hit her right square in the throat.
Her sunglasses fly off. "Ghhkk!!" she gurgles, staggering back into the wreckage. Is this Chisaki's chance to finish her? But what curse will her blood bring to the Shire if it should stain it!?
The punch to the throat lands -- and Chisaki takes a hop backward, her hand coming back. More inky darkness gathers around it. A swirl of purple and black mist bleeds off it, as she gathers energy into it, her red eyes blazing.
She grins, viciously. "Hey, this is nice!" she says. "You should do this more often, the not talking because you got punched in the throat. It's a great look on you!"
COMBATSYS: Chisaki gathers her will.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Chisaki
Sada's eyes thin to venomous slits as she steps back another place, reaching up to grasp at her bruised throat. She forces herself to speak out as she does. "Big words, for someone who attacks during the innocent pleasures... of post-new year's shopping..."
She's still hugging at her throat with one hand, the other dangling at her side. She is not really radiating mist, other than sweat on her forehead and a little superficial blood on her throat. But what dark secrets does this hold?
Probably nothing good.
COMBATSYS: Sada gains composure.
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Sada 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Chisaki
"Oh no, I ruined your shopping trip." Chisaki gives her an almost apologetic look. "I didn't think what you might feel like, when I showed up and rubbed POOR all over your day! Boo fucking hoo!"
She stops gathering a charge of energy into her hand. She bolts at Sada the moment she finishes, and runs in close with her; she moves fast enough to be a blur of red eyes and black nightmare, her highlighted brown hair shooting back from her face as she gets closer to Sada. She comes in close, doing a backflip -- and swinging a kick up when she does, trying to connect with the other girl's chin at the zenith of the backflip.
As she finishes it, her left arm changes. Namely, it ceases to be an arm: it splits down the middle, like two syrupy liquids separating. Strands of black material are briefly linked until they /snap/, and it pulls back into a pincered claw, which suddenly shifts into solid form. She slams it out, grabbing at Sada's waist.
She squeezes, before she yells with a faintly inhuman howl in that wordless cry, and tries -- should she grab Sada -- to hurl her through the wreckage of the broken sunglasses stand.
COMBATSYS: Chisaki blitzes into action and acts again!
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Sada 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Chisaki
COMBATSYS: Sada blocks Chisaki's Shadow Claw Crush.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Chisaki
COMBATSYS: Chisaki successfully hits Sada with Heavy Kick.
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Sada 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Chisaki
"Y-yes! Exactly! You're incredibly RUDE!" Sada ripostes. BUT THEN...
Sada attempts to swerve out of the way of this brutal combo, which accomplishes two things.
One, she rolls successfully with that horrifying demonic grasp, probably having the power of her pure?cursed? blood to thank for not having her be devoured instantly by the corrupt darkness that clearly infuses Chisaki, to a nature and density comparable to the dark shadow that has been cast over the American White House. (This message sponsored by Shadoloo News Network. We Report: Lord Vega Decides(tm)).
The other is that a brutal kick smashes into her chin, hitting her hard enough that if she did not have a mouth full mostly of screw-post dental implants, she would have lost at least two teeth. As it is, her entire head jars with a loud skeletal CLACK of teeth, and she goes flying, skidding to a halt against a shop window.
She twitches for a few moments, laying there. Just... give her a moment, folks.
Then her head snaps up, and with a sudden tightening of the left side of her face, something shoots out with a sudden and spectacular burst of high pressure towards Chisaki. "You BITCH," she hisses as the streak of blood flies.
It screams as it flies. In fact, it also ignites, though it does not loose its liquidish form. This will hopefully keep Chisaki from pressing her advantage as Sada staggers back up to her feet!
"Hnf. So you're agile... and fast. But that doesn't matter if I'm the center of your grudge, huh?"
COMBATSYS: Chisaki blocks Sada's Haemolacria.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Chisaki
The shadowy claw swings up again, and Chisaki only just manages to block the flaming blood spray with it. It glances off the shadowy limb, striking into the heap of wood from the shattered stand; some of it is burnt through in an instance. Smoke wafts up from where it struck Chisaki's arm, and her eyes narrow. "You got some nerve, thinking it's about you--whatever! I don't mind knocking a mouthy girl like you down a peg!"
She runs right for Sada, and then drops down into a sliding kick. She sweeps her foot out, striking for her ankles, before she does a quick hop from the ground; once again, there's another backflip, and this time her foot strikes up for Sada's chin, trying to knock her into the air for a moment.
COMBATSYS: Chisaki successfully hits Sada with Somersault Kick.
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Sada 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Chisaki
God damn it god damn it NO, Sada thinks as Chisaki rushes in and sends her flying up into the air with a kick. Her dramatic little skirt ruffles around as she topples, looking downwards and saying huffily, "Well you're the one who started this!!"
Is she?
Maybe.
No.
(Yes!)
(Perhaps.)
(Not really.)
(Maybe.)
(War is the same.)
Sada is still airborne. This wasn't really in her plan. Twisting around, she tries to control her descent and hook her foot around Chisaki's neck - hopefully THIS will force her to the cold cold ground, as referenced previously!
COMBATSYS: Chisaki fully avoids Sada's Sadaplata.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Chisaki
When Sada comes crashing down towards Sada, Chisaki grunts softly and drops to the ground before the foot catches her neck -- though it may seem to be an uncontrolled fall, as she falls face first at the pavement. Before Sada touches the ground, though, she hits the concrete with both of her hands, and does an abrupt handstand push off it that sends her flying back in the air.
"You started it!" she yells. "But--but fuck it! If there's one thing I like about this claw--"
She launches a poweful kick from the handstand, slamming her tennis shoe-clad foot right up towards Sada's solar plexus. Then she wheels herself about in midair, swinging her hand backward. The left hand shivers and shudders, undulating in that not quite human way -- before the clawed hand suddenly doubles in size, enormous clawed fingers extending outward. As she wheels, Chisaki's eyes blaze red; perhaps from the light catching them, perhaps from something within.
"--it's finally getting to do something about people like YOU!"
She swings the massive clawed hand down, striking at Sada -- and with a powerful blow, tries to slam her into the concrete below.
COMBATSYS: Chisaki successfully hits Sada with Twilight Cross Smash EX.
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Sada 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Chisaki
Sada says as she lands again, "Ugh!! It's people like you who make ME sick!" Is she just some kind of master of throwing shade back at people to imply at all times that she's the victim being forced into these horrible things?
PREVIOUSLY
"And we grant the top marks in this debate meet to Miss Asai. Miss Asai, please come forward to accept your prize..."
NOW AGAIN, THOUGH
The clawed hand smashes into Sada, piledriving her into the concrete hard enough to crack the slab she's standing on. As fragments of artificial agglomerate fly up into the air, she lets out a huge squeal, flying back upwards almost as if in slow motion -
And - Landing, finally, on her side, with a wet flop. She twitches several times, eyes rolling back in her head.
FINISH H-
Wait.
Are those... police lights?
Yes. The answer to this affray has occured. It is police.
Sada, at least, has shut up.
COMBATSYS: Sada takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Sada can no longer fight.
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Chisaki 0/-------/------=|
She lands down next to Sada; Chisaki hits the ground in a three-point stance, and then rises back up to look at her. She remembers, once, what she heard: that a graceful fighter does not gloat when she wins, but rather lets her actions speak for her. Victory is in the deed, not in the words.
Chisaki Tohsaki, however, is not graceful. "Yeah," she says, "what was that? You were gonna make me suffer? I think you owe me an apology, for talking at the restaurant after I told you to shut u--"
She hears the sirens immediately, head snapping in that direction.
"Oh shit, I don't have a license to be a street vendor!" she yells, seemingly randomly -- except for the backpack with a few strange objects in it, that she deposited on the ground before the scrape. "Uh, remember, something something diversity, don't hate poor people, I'll kick your ass again if you ever give me shit--"
Her left arm reverts to a human one, with a flash, and shoulders her backpack. "--good luck with the cops!"
Then she leaps off.
COMBATSYS: Chisaki has ended the fight here.
Sada learns nothing from this.
Log created on 20:43:53 01/07/2015 by Chisaki, and last modified on 23:40:07 01/07/2015.