Description: Roland attempts to harass Mimiru, not content to have Daniel be the only lady destroyer around. However, he ends up getting along with her unexpectedly well. I mean, he still slaps her in the boob, but it was a pretty clean fight by HIS standards. (Winner: Roland)
Sick of the cold weather, Mimiru had found just the perfect opportunity. Served on a golden plate, the mail delivery company she worked for needed some packages delivered in Okinawa. You bet she voluntered!
Never going anywhere without her pet Max, Mimiru decided to spend a week there and enjoy the sun and the beach for a week. It offered her the chance to play beach volley ball, more roller blading and jogging with her dog, along with some basket ball.
It was refreshing but after a few days... It felt like something was missing, she needed something more. Something to get her blood pumping, to give her a little high. Didn't take long for Mimiru to look up for a potential challenger in the Neo-league... Someone who'd give her a good run and who's not too far off.
She found someone : a guy named Roland. Perfect. A proper challenge was issued. Come to the Okinawa beach house, for a Neo league fight!
And all she had to do was wait for him...
Of course, considering the weather and that Mimiru's on vacation, she's not wearing her usual attire. She opted for something more flexible, like in her childhood -- a simple black tank top, probably with a sport bra underneath and a pair of white pants. No google or anything atop her pink head. She's waiting outside the beach house, throwing a frisbee at her dog who's running after it.
Seems like it never gets old for the dog.
Suddenly, there's a snap of movement; and Roland intercepts the frisbee, landing with a crouch beside. Max is probably not amused by this turn of events, until he starts waggling it at him playfully. He's actually got a remarkably good empathy with such pets, who don't know any better -- or perhaps they can see the softness in his soul that he hides beneath a terrible exterior, horrific beyond all measure. "Mimiru Kasagi.... Mimiru Kasagi... do you have deja vue?" he wonders, before suddenly stamping down and flicking the frisbee. It flies.... and flies... and flies... and would land somewhere in the ocean, a ridiculous distance away. "I coulda swore we've met before."
He plants a hand atop his cowboy hat, wearing a black skin-tight shirt with the right sleeve tied into a knot where his arm is missing. Blue jeans with leather chaps lead to cowboy boots, clove cigarette smoldering in his lips. Grizzled features peer, perpetualy five o'clock shadow. Built leanly like a fighter, through and through.
"Did we hook up at the Iron Maiden...? Ted's Pub? Jimmy's Bistro? The Canal? ...hmm." He looks at his good hand, squeezing the air. "I'm pretty sure we were intimate in /some/ capacity..." Within the timestream, smacking someone in the boob transcends souls for this unique individual.
Cameras are set up all around now, the fight already prepared. "Roland, damnit, don't do another unshowable fight!" calls the coordinator in charge of him. People like watching him brawl, but for all the wrong reasons!!
Max was a massive dog : a bernese mountain dog. It wasn't the kind of dog that was threatening, despite its massive body, and he was just as gentle and well trained as one might expect. It gives Roland a confounded look, tilting its head to one side as if saying 'where did my frisbee go?' until Roland actually shows it again. It barks playfully, tail wagging as if expecting him to throw it away soon... And once it does, the dog dashes off toward the ocean. Water didn't scare a dog, after all..
However, Mimiru was a bit concerned by the distance the frisbee had been thrown, "Heh!" She shouts as Mimiru witnessed the scent from some distance. "That wasn't really nice..." Mimiru says. She hardly pays attention to the man right now, more worried whether or not her dog will be able to fight off the waves back to the shore.
Mimiru glances over to Roland after a moment though, having heard most of what he said. She arches a brow and takes a moment to study him, "No, I'm pretty positive we haven't," Her lips curl into a smile and she lifts a finger to her lips, "I think I'd remember quality with someone who's missing an arm but... I'm afraid I don't,"
Mimiru glances over to the coordinator and then back at Roland, frowning slowly, "Oh boy, should I be affraid?" She ponders out loud, "I bet that must be some crunchy anecdote,"
Huge dogs; Roland liked huge dogs, he had one of his own back home with his parents. That reminds him to send a big portion of his next winnings over. Prior to gambling it all away, he makes sure they get a cut. They deserve at least that much from all the trouble gained from putting up with someone so exasperating as Roland. Certainly they mean something if they are worthy of being COMPENSATED, an event he has not done for anyone else. "Dogs like water. Besides, playtime is... uh... over, for him! Playtime BEGINS, for us!" Roland rolls the shoulder of his left arm, looking Mimiru up and down. Why? Why the painful deja vue? Something about rubble... gold jewels... a giant one-eyed titan, devouring people... okay, maybe this is not one hundred percent. "Pretty positive isn't all the way posit--HEY! Are you--I'm--Shut up!!" It's rare for him to be at a loss of words. The announcer does warn, "He's troublesome with females. He's blown off the clothing of a couple girls. That's... not against the rules, so be careful." "Shhh! Those are my secret arts!" Roland growls, before pointing opposite. "GIRL. I'm going to kick your ass. And, since you are kinda cute, I'll make you have a drink with me after. That, or I get to play with your dog!! Now BRING IT!!" He then beckons with his good hand, assuming a loose and bouncy stance that utterly shows a complete lack of skill. Yeah... if Mimiru had to guess, a one-armed cowboy wouldn't be high on her list of dangerous fighters. But she might of seen the 'Adult-Rated' brawl with Hotaru Futuba, where he utterly decimated both her and her poor attire... and fought Baiken bitterly. But that implies his lechery is even slightly famous!
COMBATSYS: Roland has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Roland takes no action.
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Mimiru moves her hand over her temple to get a better view of the ocean. Her dog loved all sort of activity : running, swimming, fetching... With the weather, a bit of water should do him some good... And hopefully, her dog would be smart enough to come back if he wasn't going to make it. She hopes... Mimiru frowns and shows some worries toward her dog before she turns her attention back to Roland, the mention of 'playtime' making her focus on him once more.
His reaction brings a smile to her lips and she laughs -- not a mean laughter, but a genuine heart felt one. She waves her hand up dismissingly at announcer, "Meh, don't worry, he won't touch my clothes -- if he does, eye for an eye, I'll strip him bare if need be," She folds her arms against her chest and smirks at Roland. "Now you're talking -- best way a guy's ever asked me out. A formal ass kicking followed by a drink,"
Of course, Mimiru's totally obvious about Roland's fighting skills and feats. She's not one for studying her opponents before hand. Though when he shouts at her to bring it, Mimiru's not going to hold back and give him a chance to strike -- she lunges at him and attemps to get a hold of his outfit. If she succeeds, she'll throw herself backward and roll into her back while bringing him with her, planting her foot in his midsection as she shoves him and throws him over her head. "Kyaaaa!"
She figures she might get the better out of Roland since he lacks an arm, but she's not going to hold back because of his disability. As far as she knows, maybe he's a bit masochist and likes to get a good pounding.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru has joined the fight here.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Roland
COMBATSYS: Roland full-parries Mimiru's Tomoe Nage!!
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Roland
"Whoa." Roland states, in a matter of fact fashion that seems genuinely surprised. "I've threatened a lot of females, but none ever said THAT back to me. I mean, I've got nothing to hide..." He manages a flex of the torso, which is certainly aesthetic enough for the beach scene. "Fine. I get it. I bet if I blew your clothing up, I'd just distract MYSELF. So...!" Hmm. This is troublesome. Most girls are already massively annoyed by Roland by now, and he can play the psychological game. "Fine, it's a deal. I win, I get a drink AND dog playing." Suddenly, his eyes shift to serious mode. Gone is the thoughts of exploding her shirt or shredding her pants. He /wants/ to win -- and being lazy about it is not the proper solution!
The reach forward works, grasping the front of Roland's shirt. But when she rolls backwards, it tears off with far too much ease, like it was made of tissue. "HEY!! I was going to impress you by hulking out of that!!" he complains. Suffice to say, Mimiru is hopelessly off-balance as a result... and he taps into his inner resevoir, moving in a green blur of trailing silhouettes right after.
One hand attempts to catch the neck of Mimiru's shirt and then yank her up, right into an explosive elbow to the face. Three of these would be repeated, before he'd move to lift her up and then bodyslam her opposite with a roar, igniting a furious roar of exploding green energy in the process. His manner of throwing always uses the enemy's clothing against them, one of the hardest to defend against... and hey, stretching them out is certainly considered a boon on HIS end. "You won't spurn my advances like THAT!!"
COMBATSYS: Mimiru dodges Roland's Spanish 21 EX.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Roland
In all of her fighting career, Mimiru thinnks this ought to be the first time she actually tears off someone's shirt like that unwillingly so. It wasn't the point of her technique and she definately didn't expect his shirt to be so frail.
The pink haired lass' eyes widen with surprise as her plan backfires and she flails her arms to try and recover her balance before she falls on her back. Fortunately, Roland's such a gentleman that he gets a good hold of Mimiru's tank top to prevent her from falling...
Alas, Mimiru knows too well that it was no chilvalrous intent he had in mind.
She manages to squirm and wriggle in his grasp, moving her head and twisting enough to prevent the elbow bash, but she has to think quickly to get out of this situation. With the tank top being slightly loose, Mimiru gives Roland a display of her escape artitst skills as she wriggles and forces herself out of her tank top as he's about to lift her up. Fortunately, the black sport bra she has underneath allows her to keep her modesty more than enough.
She staggers back a few steps, "Woah there... Ten seconds flat, surely didn't take you long," Mimiru says, blinking. "Guess it's all fair and game...," She admits with a malicious grin, "Alright, let's heat things up then!" With that, flames erupt out of her forearms and she raises them both in front of her, lashing them out to send a cross shaped blast of crimson flames in Roland's direction.
COMBATSYS: Roland overcomes Balefire from Mimiru with Roulette.
- Power hit! -
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Roland
If Mimiru's ever torn off a man's shirt willingly, then he's probably found his true soul mate in life. Losing out on one of his gimmicks hurts, given the only reason he works out is the raw aesthetics of a toned body, and now everyone can see it without the surprise factor he had wanted! But for the first time, he's the less clothed of the duo, which is not at all what he's used to.
Swoosh! Not for long. Roland's now holding on to the shirt alone, wobbling in place as all the momentum he tried to launch into a furious attack is lost, the burning flare of energy gone and his silhouette fading. He looks a touch awkward, before flinging it back at Mimiru in a crumpled handful. "That was YOUR fault." he allows.
...But if Mimiru tries to put it on, he'll attack right at that moment. It's once more just a trick, not him being a gentleman. Rushing forward, the burst of fire is met by his own left arm burning with a green inferno. He swipes out once, the lacerating slash obliterating the balefire, before bringing it up to send a second scorching slash swinging in a crescent arc towards Mimiru, the airborne Roland letting out a pleased "Ha!" as the vorpal chi attempts to cut into her upper body!
COMBATSYS: Roland has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Mimiru auto-guards Roland's Roulette.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|=======\===----\1 Roland
The strength of Roland's blazing inferno easily overcomes Mimiru's balefire, sending his own crescent arc back at her with alarming speed. The pink haired girl only has the time to brace for impact, lifting her arms up to absorb the blow and shield her body against it. A flash of insight makes her focus on her chi and crimson flame flares up around her forearms just in time to meet Roland's scorching blast, negating it with no harm to Mimiru.
The girl seems surprised by the outcome, lowering her arms, "Woah.. Remind me to pull that trick more often.." She says idly. She glances over to Roland, her lips curling into a wide grin, "We can stay here and debate for hours on who's fault it is," Mimiru says, waving her hand up dismissingly.
"But the real important thing is.." Mimiru says, letting her words trail off before she dashes toward Roland, attempting to make up the distance between them in a quick sprint. She swings a flamming leg right for Roland's midsection, the burst of flames meant to knock him up slightly, just enough for Mimiru to follow up by smashing both of her hands joined together on his hand to slam him back down.
"But the real important thing is.." Mimiru says, letting her words trail off before she dashes toward Roland, attempting to make up the distance between them in a quick sprint. As soon as she comes close enough to Roland, she swings her arm in Roland's direction, sending a wave of flames from her hands like a whip meant to lash out Roland.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru successfully hits Roland with Firebrand.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Roland
"Oh... You're good!" Roland states, matter of factly. That's bad. It means he should have focused more on trying to throw her off. But how? Mimiru doesn't seem to have any issues with body image, which is his main card. Flirting with her appears to be effective as opposed to anything else. He's not going to threaten her dog or anything, Maxwell's amazing... shit. Is he out of ammo? For some reason, he doesn't feel his usual dispassionate desire to insult and demean her. That thought alone he finds troubling. Why...? Because then she wouldn't want to get a drink? Does he actually care about that?
In this strange world where Roland is the one off-kilter, his next attempt to lunge aside is met by the whipping flame striking him right in the chest, extra range easily offsetting the distance. "Yeowch!!" A brand is upon him, gripped with an intense expression. "Now I look like a shorter Sagat... Hmm..."
Okay. There's one thing he can still try. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Roland rushes forward, before ducking low and being struck by powerful deja vue. He lifts his left hand disorientingly, before attempting to /slap/ Mimiru in the chest. This is all just to get her to ruin her defense, so a furious green-flamed knee can be thrown into her midsection. In an eruption of energy, a crackling right arm manifests, before he attempts a standing clotheslines -- that would explode violently at the moment of impact, disintegrating his temporarily formed limb in the process!! "Now I DEFINITELY am getting this strange sense of trying this before...!!"
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Mimiru with Sleight of Hand.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1 Roland
"Ahah, you should thank me," Mimiru says as she shifts back into her defensive posture, "Chicks dig the scars -- it'll give you one more story to tell. A man with some background's an interesting man after all," The pink haired girl stands ready for Roland's next attack but unfortunately, it seems she's having a hard time predict his next maneuver when he ducks low and manages to pierce her defense.
The slap has the expected effect : disoriented if only for a second or two, which proves to be more than enough for him to follow up with the powerful knee smash to her midsection. Mimiru growls loudly in pain, bending over before the impact of the blood, only to have it followed by a rather painful arm smack to her head, making her flip over and into her back on the ground, the chi explosion that follows with it making her see little stars.
Mimiru seems momentarily dazed on the ground, squirming a bit as she tries to recover from the rather painful attack. She pants loudly, slowly rising on her feet, a bit of blood trailing down her lip, "Ah... Now we're talking!" Mimiru says, her lips curled into a wide, pleased grin.
The pain drove her : it was numbing, the adrenaline that followed the true drug that was worth the fighting. It felt like that big rush of pain gave her a second breath to carry this on. "You hit like a truck, I like that... Let's see if I can hit you back just as hard and make it worth while for you!" Mimiru shouts as she lunges toward Roland in an attempt to retaliate. She charges at Roland and swings a flamming leg right for Roland's midsection, the burst of flames meant to knock him up slightly, just enough for Mimiru to follow up by smashing both of her hands joined together on his hand to slam him back down.
COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Mimiru's Heaven's Diminisher.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1 Roland
"...Oh?" Roland states, sounding a little more solemn and serious at that. From the front, he's certainly got the male appeal going on. But then he turns around; his back is a horrible web of ripped flesh that healed together, looking almost like the slash of razor hands. It flows up, one cutting over right where his right arm is missing. It's a miracle he's still alive, and not suffering any manner of spinal damage as a result. "What about this?" He gestures at it with his thumb. "Too much, maybe...? More of a novel? I don't think girls like being impressed with excess in all areas..."
But he looks somewhere between bewildered and impressed. "Jeez! Nothing throws you off! Fine... I'm going to just have to fight you straightforward!!" But then she lunges at him with that burning kick, and Roland slips sideways alongside. "But... I'm not a masochist. MAYBE a sadist." Attempting to grasp her at thigh and knee, a twist follows in a swirl of vorpal energy to slam her upon her back, while hopefully divulging her of her pants' leg integrity up to the hip. Some habits die hard!!
COMBATSYS: Mimiru dodges Roland's Quick Throw.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1 Roland
After her quick rush, the moment Roland avoids the blow, Mimiru shifts into her evasice stance and she slips out of Roland's grasp, leaving his hand to graze at her pants only, avoiding the vorpal blast of energy. She takes a step back, feeling the heat of Roland's attack against her leg and she moves her hands to sweep off her pants some, as if to make sure they didn't catch on fire or something.
Mimiru rests her right hand into her left palm, staring intensely at Roland as she focuses her chi into creating a swirling torrent of flames around her. The massive waves of crimson flames, first turn around Mimiru for a second, and then rises into a a blazing inferno around of her, meant to engulf Roland within it. With some luck, she might give him a piece of his own medicine and burn off some of his clothings as well.
"In the end, that's just flesh... It means you had a lot of experience, life threatening or what not. It happened in fight, perhaps? An accident? More than one accident? Those are just a mark of who you are, and the proof you're still alive..." Mimiru narrows her eyes and says, "Know what? I sure hope you'll treat me to a beer afterward," Mimiru's lips curl into a smile, "I'd like to hear the novel behind those, if you're willing to share."
COMBATSYS: Mimiru successfully hits Roland with Defiance.
- Power hit! -
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Mimiru 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Roland
All's fair in love and war; in this case, Roland pursued Mimiru a bit too spirited when she slipped away, thrusting his hand towards her in a grasping motion aimed at her face. Only for there to be a sudden eruption of fire, with absolutely no time or ability to defend himself; he's sent hurtling backwards, slamming on the ground and rolling away. Much of his pants are smoking as a result, and his precious cowboy boots sizzling with embers. "Augh. Damnit!" He can sense he's faster than Mimiru, and physically stronger... but he just can't find his rhythm with her. And without that, he's lost! "Okay... well. I'll save that story for drinks... otherwise, if you win, you'll say no!"
He then pushes up to his feet, before suddenly bursting into a run. His form erupts into emerald silhouettes, before in a crackle his holographic-like right arm forms. Leading with an elbow from the left, he attempts to strike out in a lightning motion... and impale Mimiru's stomach with the faux limb. It wouldn't actually cause damage, beyond a horrible burning sensation.
"DING!!" A giant explosion would take place, as the energy gathered into crafting the limb is allowed to run wild!! Must take quite a bit of practice or talent to manage that feat...!
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Mimiru with All In.
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Mimiru narrows her eyes into a frown, "Why do you say that? Think if I won I'd just tell you to get lost?" Mimiru asks. Somehow, now that Roland has lost his shirt and displayed his scars, it felt like he lost that confidence he had when they started the fight. Might be a moot point though, and Mimiru decides not to press it for the time being.
Roland seems faster and stronger than Mimiru, and he seems to read into her fairly easily as well. Not like Mimiru's fighting style was particularly elaborated. A cocky smile curls on her lips as she prepares for Roland, a vain attempt to block the incoming blow from his crafted limb. The pink haired lass shifts, her arms trying to get in the way but she lacks the speed to do so. She ends up taking the blow right into her stomach. She takes a step back from the impact, the burning sensation making her growl -- but the true pain comes from the explosion that follows and knocks Mimiru back and sends her flying. She ends up rolling on the ground limply, like some sort of rag doll, curls of smoke rising from her body once her form finally stops spinning around so much.
Mimiru coughs a few times, slowly forcing herself back to her feet. It seemed to take quite the effort : it was painful and slow, the exertion of the fight and the pain. One arm curls around her midsection and Mimiru finally manages to get back to her feet. Her white pants are soiled with the dirt and grass, a scorched mark here and there that came from the explosion.
"Huh, feels like this is going to be a quickie... Just the way I like them," Mimiru says, her lips curling into a grin, "Time to go with a blast!" She shouts, charging toward Roland to hit him with all she's got.
Mimiru makes up the distance between her and him and she swings her fist at Roland's midsection with all her strength. It seems like a mundane punch at first, with the only difference that flames erupt from her fist the moment it would hit something, ending it a powerful explosion meant to engulf Roland in a torrent of crimson flame. A fitting retaliation considering what he did to her.
COMBATSYS: Roland interrupts Scarlet Slaughter from Mimiru with Roland Rocket.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Roland
"...Uhhh. Most girls tell me to get lost, regardless..." Roland states, with a very serious air. "He's right." the announcer states nearby, although not into the microphone. This earns him an angry glare! But it's true, something's definitely off in the man since the onset. But even when he's had his rhythm shattered, he's anything if not dangerous...
A few flickers of green are visible from the nearly invisible limb as his right hand tilts the rim of his hat down slightly. "Fine. If I win... you are my drinking buddy, until you can defeat me in combat... I've decided!!" He then leaps forward, before pressing his upper body to the grass. Curling up into a ball as the girl approaches with her fist raised.
"ROLAND..."
And then he hurtles upwards, spiralling in a vorpal pinwheel of force, slamming both heels into Mimiru's face just as her punch slams past his stomach, missing the mark by an inch. The eruption of fire still catches him, sending him hurtling away.
"ROCKOWWWW!!"
He's still hurt pretty badly, but manages to get back up panting, taking off his hat to pat it heavily against the side of his leg and put out a smoking smolder. "You're hot stuff!! ...Just the way I like it!"
Alas, Mimiru doesn't have the chance to reply anything to Roland on that account. She has already launched her most powerful attack against Roland, which ends up being cut off midway by Roland's heels smack Mimiru right in the face.
The force of the blow sends her upward, her body flipping over by the impact of the blow. Fortunately, Mimiru had the time to trigger her explosion which caught Roland in the process. Mimiru feels her consciousness slipping, the pain getting a hold of her as she's sent flying.
In one last sluggish final blow, Mimiru shouts as she sends a blast of flames in Roland's direction, one last fireball aimed at him before she falls back to the ground and crumbles from the pain. She's borderline between consciousness and unconsciousness, but the pain and the fatigue keeps her pinned down for good. She gave it all she had, and she regrets nothing -- the rush of adrenaline, the keen sensation of pain was enough of a thrill, just what she had been seeking on this island.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Roland endures Mimiru's Balefire.
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The last thing that Mimiru will see in her flaring bit of conscious is Roland lunging forward, thrusting out his chest and slamming into the attack. Only for him to dash forward, catching the girl before she lands at the middle back with his good hand. "Don't worry. I won't ignore your final passion." he coos, before setting her down gently to the world of unconsciousness. That was actually smooth; something he can be when he feels like it, although often forgotten due to how rare he bothers. He thrusts his fists up, and the match is called. "R... Roland!! And it was a mostly clean fight! ... Mostly!" Is the tide of the world changing? Or was this an exception to his perversions? Only time will tell! He jots down his number and tucks it into the waist of Mimiru's pants, before wincing and limping off. He's going to need to drink one way or another, after the baptism by Kasagi fire he just endured...!
COMBATSYS: Roland has ended the fight here.
"Smooth.. Real smooth..." Mimiru murmurs with a painful cough, "See..? You're a real a gentleman..." Her words seem painful, clinging into her consciousness before her body just seems to say 'f*ck it' and she slumbers into rest mode, growing limp.
Max barks a few times when he rushes back up, the frisbee dropped to the ground as he approaches. He moves over to watch over her -- not like it was the first time this sort of thing happened to its mistress.
Log created on 14:19:26 01/12/2015 by Roland, and last modified on 19:10:16 01/13/2015.