Eve - Another One Bites The Snow

Description: Another Target acquired for data harvesting. This time, Eve lurks in Gorin High, waiting for the good moment to defeat one of its hockey player, Brett. The mysterious blonde girl makes another victims, giving the evil organisation more data... Will someone be able to end her rampage one day!?

All days must come to an end, and as much as Gorin High prides itself on the students' dedication to sports, even they can't keep them for too long after hours. WIth the sun already set, the various sports teams tend to call practice over, and the Gorin Ice Hockey Team is no different.

Sighing a little bit, Brett Neuer rolls his neck, bag and stick slung across his shoulders, and skates shuffling slowly across the pathways through the green. It's rare a day that Brett finds himself this sore after practice...and between official practice, his own extracurricular training for hockey and, well, various fights and training for THOSE, it's small wonder why. A thought that he might need to start scaling it back strikes him mid yawn as he tries to shuffle and roll his way though the quad.

Another thought of wishing he didn't have off-campus housing at these points hits him as well. Quite a bit of personal review going on in that head, despite how blank and tired he looks from the outside.

Another target acquired : a student from Gorin High this time. The blonde lass would force every single one who did not submit to the will of her master. Anything to please those who looked above of her, no sacrifice and no suffering were bad enough to disuade her from this one and absolute truth she had in her existence.

Like a stalker, Eve has been watching over Brett from afar, atop a building. With the sun slowly setting down, it had been easier hiding. She was waiting, like a predator, for the right moment to strike, when her prey would be weak and alone.

The girl was clad in her dark magenta leather battlesuit, ready for action. She endured the cold weather atop her building, warming her hands by blowing into them. Her ears were red and she felt her body a little sore and numb from the cold. She knew it was all temporary.

Once Brett is on the move, away from the other students, Eve jumps in : she throws herself off her building, focusing on her chi to create a gust of wind underneath her, a strong enough blast of air to make her glide in the air until she lands softly on the ground with all the grace and poise of a bird.

Her general look was off setting to say the least, and the moment she spares a glance in Brett's direction, he may be able to see that ruthless, harsh and cruel expression on her face. Obviously she wasn't here for an autograph...

As suddenly as she fell a dozens of feet in front of Brett, the blonde girl lifts her arm up swiftly in his direction, arcs of lightning coursing through her forearm, gathering at the tip of her fingers as an electric discharge fires off her finger in Brett's direction.

Rubbing his face, Brett tries to keep himself awake and aware enough to make the trip back without having to take a break. It's be a bad reflection if he'd been training his stamina so often and couldn't muster enough energy again to walk 'home' after practice. And coffee...no, no stimulants. Always best to avoid those.

Of course, as he muddles through these thoughts, the sudden appearance of a dark red (Pink?) body dropping in front of him helps get his attention...and the sudden crackle of lightning toward him DEFINITELY wakes him up, dropping his bag, grabbing his stick and rolling hard left out of the path of the electric shot. "Hey, hey, who are you? Why are you..." he starts to ask, worry mounting as he grips his stick a bit harder.

He doesn't engage yet....after all, he doesn't know who this is or even WHAT, but he doesn't keep still either, trying to keep himself rolling and keeping himself a moving target. If he's learned anything lately, it's that charging straight in these days is a good way to get your head taken off.

COMBATSYS: Brett has started a fight here.

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Brett            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Eve has joined the fight here.

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Brett            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0              Eve

COMBATSYS: Brett circles, trying to pick up speed and momentum.

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Brett            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0              Eve

"Who I am is irrelevant to you," Eve replies, narrowing her eyes as Brett's rapid maneuvers on his skates allows him to avoid Eve's pre-empty blast. Her eyes follow the hockey player, her legs opening up a bit to prepare herself for an attack from him as he circles aruond of her.

She grits her teeth, knowing full well she's on disadvantage on the ice for now. If only she had been able to control the ice, like she used to be when she was younger, it would have been much easier. "Have no fear," Eve says, lifting her hand up, concentrating intensely to create gales of wind around of her, a sort of natural barrier in case Brett tries to charge her, "If you don't resist, you won't suffer... Much,"

Lifting her arm in the air, Eve lets a shout escape her throat, the wind swirling up around her forearm like a small tornado, a maelstrom of air. She then swings her arm in Brett's direction, hurling dozens of thin narrow oscillating blades of wind in his direction, her attack widespread meant to hopefully manage to hit him despite his rapid movement, a barrage of air missiles.

It's not so much the kinetic energy of the blades of wind that are fiersome, but the fact they can cut through the fabric and flesh if they hit him at the right angle.

COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Eve's Zephyr's Fury.

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Brett            0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0              Eve

Trying to keep moving, Brett's mind starts to click a little faster as the unknown girl starts to speak. He's not sure WHY she's targeting him, but it's clear she's targeting him for some reason, and not exactly being nice about the entire thing either.

Frowning at the shout, Brett starts to tense up a bit more, watching a small tornado start to form. Bringing his stick forward, he hunkers down, but ends up facing more little slices and needles than a full tornado like he expected. He's still able to weather the assault, but it does force him to finally stop moving.

Once the needles are weathered though, his jacket torn and exposed hands scratched up along the knuckles, Brett starts moving again. "Did I do something to you before? Because if I did, I apologize, I honestly don't know why you're after me!" he says, still polite to a fault even as he tries to charge in with a high sticking check to the unknown girl's collarbone.

COMBATSYS: Eve blocks Brett's Power Strike.

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Brett            0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0              Eve

"Explaining it to you would be useless," Eve replies with an annoyed grunt. The blonde girl braces for impact, not moving away from Brett's charge. She lifts both of her arms up, to intercept the hockey stick and prevent it from hitting her collarbone. Brett slams her forearm instead with a loud crack, the leather armor screeching a bit at the tension, absorbing a part of the blow.

"You'll all have forgotten about this once I knock you out!" The girl shouts. With her scream comes a sudden rush of energy, one that Brett can feel gathering up at his feet. If he's not fast enough to move out of the way, a powerful geyser of hot water will suddenly erupt underneath his feet, the stream of water blasting upward.

It's more the followup that will end up being painful though as Eve lunges foward, swinging an electrified fist through the rising torrent of water to punch Brett's midsection, letting the electricity in her fist travel through the water and get diffused through Brett's body.

She quickly follows up by grabbing's Brett's arm after the electrified punch : one hand on his wrist, the other under his armpit. She turns on her heels rapidly, back pressed to him. She bends over and throws him over her shoulder.

COMBATSYS: Eve successfully hits Brett with Torrential Impulse.

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Brett            0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0              Eve

The high check borne back with the girl's forearms, Brett is forced to back off a bit, knowing that he can't quite hack at her guard from this close of a range. Instead, he listens, and frowns. "I'm not sure I'm going forget...." He's cut off rather abruptly by her scream as energy starts to rush up close to him. "...something like this!" he shouts, trying to bring his arms and stick up to bear. But he's too slow to stop the sudden geyser of water that bursts up, the eruption knocking him back and off balance enough for the strange woman to burst through and slam an electrified fist into his gut.

Convulsing as the elecrticity, diffused through the water he's now soaked in, courses through his body, Brett is easy pickings for the follow up toss, one that slams him to the ground painfully, still shaking from the impact. "Gunngghghghghhh...." Slowly, he tries to push himself up, his vision still rather blurred and his muscles not fully under his control right now. He knows this isn't your standard televised or tournament fight at this point. This person means legitimately ill business to him.

Which means he can't really afford to hold back. Once he's nearly back on his feet, he pushes off the ground, opting for an American Football-like dash instead. Skating in low, he tries to pick up enough speed before tossing himself bodily toward the stranger in the bodysuit. FLipping end over end, he tries to crash his skated feet directly overhead and into her with a somersault heel drop.

COMBATSYS: Eve dodges Brett's Falling Star.

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Brett            0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0              Eve

The stern and ruthless expression on the girl's face showed she had no remorse in hurting Brett for whatever reason she was doing this. All of this seemed very serious and she had an unyielding focus on the task at hand. Her lips curl into a thin smile and she answers, "You will forget everything -- me, and the pain.. It will be like a fleeting dream," Her voice had a soothing tone to it, almost trying to sound reassuring.

The girl straightens up a bit after her grapple, awaiting Brett's next charge : she waits until the very least moment, using a burst of wind chi to propulse herself backward a bit faster, to avoid Brett's heel drop.

"You're just another name on the list, you should feel honored you've even gotten our interest!" The girl quickly attempts to retaliate by swinging her fist right at Brett to deliver him an uppercut. If it were just about her physical strength, it wouldn't look so bad, but the thunderous noise that follows the swing of her fist through the air indicates the nasty electrifying surprise that came with it, the cackling arcs of lightning around her fist meant to discharge into him the moment she hits him.

COMBATSYS: Brett interrupts Fierce Punch from Eve with Hurricane Check EX.

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Brett            0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1              Eve

With his Falling Star missing, Brett finds himself a little bit off balance, barely catching himself on his feet and rolling away a bit. Feeling the pressure on him more and more now, he rounds on Eve, his expression narrowing a bit. It's not quite game face...but then again, this isn't a game, or even a tournament fight. This is a true fight with real consequences.

Gritting his teeth, and tightening his grip on his stick, he waits for Eve to come in again....and when the uppercut comes, he pushes in. He doesn't care about the electricity surrounding her fist, it barely registers as he attacks. It's on instinct, and he only realizes the effect when the punch hits his shoulder as he swipes hard at her with another check. This one, however, ends up with a thin aura of blue chi surrounding his fists and his stick. And when he slams her, he pivots around, spinning around fully before rushing forward for another leveling check, gutteral sound escaping from his throat.

The girl was quite a feather weight -- the moment Brett manages to hit her cleanly with his stick, Eve lets a rather loud growl out of her throat. The pain seems to have left her wide open and off balance, allowing him to follow up with the second, painful shoving her back with his hockey stick.

The girl's body seems limp for a moment as it falls on the ground and rolls over a feet or two from the impact of the blow. Eve's eyes are wide open as she forces herself to her feet slowly, her upper part of her body numb from the pain. She grits her teeth and glares at Brett, electricity building up around of her. She clenches her hands into fists, her hair rising atop of her head, getting all spiky, "You think this is enough!?" She shouts, the blue arcs of electricity running across her body as Eve focuses her energy into building up more electric charges into her, probably preparing for some devastating electric attack.

COMBATSYS: Eve gathers her will.

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Brett            0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1              Eve

Knocking the girl away and limp it seems, Brett looks on, breathing heavily. The temptation to make a break for it right then and there is tempting...and after a moment of her not getting up, the Gorin student makes a grab for his bag, only to see her finally getting up and glaring toward him, surrounded with electricity. A look of dread and worry lays naked on his face as she starts to surround herself with more and more electricity.

WIth the realization that getting in close to actually hit her with his stick is a terrible idea, Brett's forced to hang back a bit more....but rather than stay pat, he frowns...and nocks back his stick, the blade swung back to about shoulder level. Throwing his hips forward, and bringing his arms down, his stick cracks hard on the walkway stone before snapping back up, an arc of cool blue chi rising from the slapshot and gliding across the ground toward Eve like a shark's fin in the ground.

COMBATSYS: Eve blocks Brett's Shark Crest.

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Brett            0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1              Eve

The blonde girl was breathing heavily, curled up on herself in an intense focus as she builds up the electricity around of her. The way she glares up at Brett, the added anger in her eyes from the pain he had inflicted on her just adds on to the mance she represents and seems to make her even more determined into beating up the innocent hockey player.

Eve shouts as Brett performs his slapshots : she thrusts both of her hands foward, summoning the electricity she had gathered around her in an attempt to over power his chi with her own, blocking it within the electrical field she had built up around her. The field of electricity only manages to absorb a part of the energy into it, before it hits Eve's legs and make her stagger back from the impact.

Once she manages to regain her balance though, Eve finally charges at Brett, a blast of wind hurling her in Brett's direction. She lunges at him and swings her right leg straight for Brett's midsection. Her kick is followed by a powerful blast of wind meant to empower the kick but also knock Brett back.

COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Eve's Medium Kick.

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Brett            1/-------/=======|=======\======-\1              Eve

As the Shark Crest manages to break through, at least partially, Brett makes a move to follow in behind it. The hope of taking advantage of the shot is reason enough to try and come in hard to follow up. However, Eve ends up recovering faster than he'd hoped, and he's forced to put on the breaks before turning his arm and shoulder in.

The kick ends up absorbed on his upper arm, the limb braced against his side to cushion the blow. The wind blast ends up shoving him away further, adding to the numbness in his arm, but far better than if he took it on his ribs. Grunting, he turns back toawrd Eve, frowning still. The electrical field seems down...but he's easily wary of what that means, he's not going to assume it means the coast is clear.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have much in the way of outfighting, means he still has to get inside. Furrowing his brow, he makes another break toward Eve...but rather than come in straight, he tries to juke and deke to her side, once, then again to the other side before trying to drive forward with the butt of his stick, hoping to break through with a piercing strike.

COMBATSYS: Eve dodges Brett's Random Strike.

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Brett            0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1              Eve

The slender girl swiftly moves to the side, following Brett's movements. She gracefully avoids his stick, keeping her hands ready not too far to retaliate, her grasp promising to be shocking if she manages to get her hands on the hockey player.

"Why do you always keep on fight?" She asks, "You, and all the others... You only prolong your suffering," Eve says with a slight hint of annoyance in her voice, "Don't you see this is all useless!?" She shouts. As if punctuating her sentence, a powerful surge of energy seems to overcome the girl, her body flaring with the electricity she had gathered earlier.

The electricity seems to give her extra celerity as she attempts to slip around Brett, her smaller limbs attempting to grapple him behind his arms to restrain him. If she suceeds, a powerful rush of electricity would follow -- a real thunderstorm that discharges itself with Eve and Brett being both the center of this horrific lightning storm that hits both of them, with countless arcs of lightning that blasts in all direction from both of them

When the pain becomes to much for Eve to bear, merely a second or two after she had started all of this, she finishes by suplex Brett over her. Hopefully, the discharge of electricity tends to make her victims easier to throw around.

COMBATSYS: Brett endures Eve's Thunderstorm.

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Brett            1/---====/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\0              Eve

His stabbing shot glided away from, Brett twists the stick back into its normal ready position, keeping it prepped for another try. The girl has been elusive and powerful and he knows he needs to keep her still to actually hit her or he's doomed.

The opportunity for that, though hardly the most ideal one, comes as she's overcome with a surge and grabs him. Eyes wide, he grits his teeth...and lets it happen, the lightning crashing down on him and the electricity coursing through him as he's pulled over her head and slammed behind her. It seems like that really should be enough....

At least, until Brett takes hold of her ankle, making sure she's not going anywhere. "I....fight....." He grunts, voice unsteady as he tries to pull himself up. "Because...nghh...people like you make others suffer..." COnsidering her comments, he can only assume she's the kind to try this on others as some kind of twisted mercy. "And if I just gave up now...."

He doesn't finish that, not even fully up to his feet before his stick starts to glow, the same cool blue aura as before. A hard slash out with the blade of the stick comes, then a hacking shot upward with the heel And another, Brett whacking and striking with his trusty companion over and over again, putting all the strength he has into it as he demonstrates his conviction.

COMBATSYS: Eve blocks Brett's Massacre On Ice.

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Brett            0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>-----\1              Eve

The blonde girl definately didn't expect Brett to recover from her devastating attack so quickly. When his hand grips her ankle firmly, Eve's eyes widen, "What!?" She shouts in surprise, clawing at the ground in an attempt to pull herself away.

When he rises up and towers over her with his imposing frame, Eve lets a loud shout escape her throat, letting the residual energy into her empower her muscles, letting the electricity running through her enhance her senses, muscles and agility. It was a desperate attempt to protect herself against the onslaught to come, and one that paid off, against all odds.

In a flash, Eve has turned around and brought her arms up to block the smack of the stick, her body quickly shifts, with surprising agility and speed, allowing her to block Brett's second shot. The girl moved instinctively, with lightning speed and agility, reacting to every of the smack and letting it impact against her leather armor, against her forearms and legs, avoiding the vital parts of her body. She staggers back from the flurry, on the defensive until she finds a way to escape and push herself out of reach from Brett's stick.

Despite not having been able to hit her midsection of face, it was obvious the girl was in pain. She stood, panting, her arms lying on her side, feeling numb, aching sore. The cry of pain she was not able to hold down her throat with his barrage of blow enough to show that Eve is at least partly human and felt the pain of his comeback.

The blond girl stands before Brett -- nothing about her physical stature was imposing or threatening, but the electricity and arcs of lighting that seldom bursts from her body and dances across her leather outfit constitued the most of the menace she represented.

The girl is panting from the exertion all of this battle had been taking on her. Generating so much energy and electricity having its toll on her, a bit of blood is dripping down the side of her mouth, caused by her own attacked that overburned her. Yet she would endure any kind of suffering to achieve her goal and serve her master. This was just a small price to pay.

Lofty ideals... How nobles... And utterly useless," Eve mocks with a ragged breath. "It is as I said..." Eve says, bringing her hands behind her, letting the rest of electricity gathered in her body slowly forming up between both of her hands, holding it at her side, "Persevering..." She then thrusts her hands foward, sending a broad beam of electricity at Brett, a massive lightning bolt with a chaotic, sinusoidal pattern, with smaller arcs of lighting that erupts from the main one and hitting random things on the way. "Only prolong your suffering!!"

COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Eve's Lightning Bolt EX.

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Brett            0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0              Eve

Brett attacks..and attacks...and attacks....but despite the constant hammering at Eve with his stick, he can't gt through his guard, catching only her forearms or her armr, and by the time he's finally attacked out, she seems mostly better for the wear compared to him. Breathing heavily, he backs up....and looks like most of his resolve is just gone at this point. He just gets the sense that he simply can't win at this point.

Not that it doesn't keep him from trying. When Eve stands up, crackling with more electricity, and mocking him, he finds that twinge just telling him that she's right....but when her hands come forward with elecricity again, his stick comes up anyway, bracing himself behind it and ducking under his arms to reduce his profile as it crashes against him. He feels his limbs going numb again, but he manages to weather it....but he knows he's in no situation to be attacking recklessly again. Instead, he pushes back on his skates with his stick, trying to get some space and catch his breath. If she's going to finish him, she'll have to do it herself rather than have him run straight into her.\

COMBATSYS: Brett hangs back and coasts.

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Brett            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0              Eve

"You still stand!?" Eve exclaims once she lowers her arms after the massive lightning bolt. The girl grits her teeth angrily -- without enough electricity to create a powerful blast like this one again, she has no choice but to charge Brett and finish this off in melee.

"There's no escaping it... You will come with me, you will be analyzed," Eve says. She lunges at him, electricity dancing and squirming in the palms of both of her hands. She attempts to get a hold of Brett's collar, sending a discharge of electricity as she does to daze him momentarily. She then tosses herself on her back, trying to bring Brett with her. She plants a foot to his midsection as she rolls on her back, pressing it to toss Brett over her.

COMBATSYS: Eve successfully hits Brett with Medium Throw.
- Power hit! -

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Brett            0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0              Eve

Brett manages to get some breath back in his lungs, for whatever little break he managed...but unfortunately, Eve ends up catching him before he can do anything else, and the shocking discharge manages to sap him of whatever energy he had, and the final toss flings him overhead, slamming him to the ground...and by this point, it's enough, Brett not moving once the dust clears, outside of a few faint groans.

The blonde girl straightens herself up and she slowly approaches Brett. When she notices he's squirming on the ground and unsconscious, her lips curl into a smile, "Tsss... You've been tenacious, more bothersome than the other..." Eve admits. She heaves a soft sigh and takes up a small phone, pressing a few numbers to request a recovery team.

She goes on to lift Brett up and drag him away... And once the team arrive, they'll take him off to the Atelier Group medical facility, for scanning and physical recovery into a weird tube filled with some kind of gel. When Brett would wake up, he'll find himself in the nurse bed of Gorin High, his encounter with the mysterious girl seeming like a distance fleeting dream, with only vague memories of it.

Log created on 11:13:47 01/16/2015 by Eve, and last modified on 15:42:07 01/16/2015.