Description: Looking forward towards the future of modern medicine, Ultratech asks the following question: What is a miracle? Is it something that can only be couched in spiritual terms, or is it something that can be quantified and achieved by men? Ultratech is strongly of the belief that you should never be resigned to the limitations of today's technology. Through advanced cellular regeneration research, the prototype hypoderm Safeseal is offered for today's demonstrations, wherein a live battle will be carried out with samples of each product. This new medical breakthrough stands to revolutionize both the medical industry and the sports entertainment fields. With Ultratech's new and innovative product lines, we know success, and soon, you will too.
Santa Monica, California. It's about as far away from Duluth, Minnesota, in atmosphere rather than distance, than anything else in the US, it seems like. And even compared to the metropolis of Southtown, it seemed quite a culture shock of sorts. So perhaps it's a bit strange that one Brett Neuer would find himself in a place like this. Though at least he doesn't experience TOO much of the California surroundings, having spent most of his time here in the Ultratech Expo Center since he came here via PFW-funded plane.
It's what he gets for signing up for another Saturday Night Fight, mind. He had been out of the fighting scene for a while since the tournament, the whole thing leaving a bad taste in his mouth, and classes and games taking up most of his free time anyway. This is his first in a while...and he's quickly remembering why he was so wary about using this as his toe back in the pool, so to speak. "This feels....weird...." he grumbles.
And there's little surprise why, as he looks down at the experiemental prototype of a theoretically safe 'medical patch' (at least, that's what it looks like to him). It takes him even more back to the tournament, something he can't throw out of his head as he walked out into a cleared out space in one of the center's Media Centers, the designated fight area for his exhibition. And being told he HAD to use it to help demonstrate it just made him feel even more uneasy. "Are they serious?" he mutters, something he'd dare not say to anyone else's face for politeness's sake. Skating back and forth on his side of the fighting area, it's far too clear that he's restless...
COMBATSYS: Brett has started a fight here.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|
California.. America. Before Jira had come onto the fighting scene, the latter was a place she'd never thought would have her presence. And after her visit to Metro city, the west coast was the next least-expected place she had thought to visit. But alas, there she is, in the expo center and reading the guide she'd been given by the Saturday Night Fight arrangers.
She is a little lost, but it's nothing the english-speaking folk cannot help her fix. Medical technology is something she has a respect for, it saves lives. But recently, she hasn't even gotten a cold let alone an injury that kept her in an inoperable status for longer than her partner's direct control could handle. Her partner isn't thrilled about the requirement to use this 'medicinal patch', however, Jira is considering using this as an excuse to get some fight experience in with herself in control.
So, a skate-pacing Brett is soon joined by a slightly late Jira on the other end of the exhibition area. Stepping up to the platform, Jira gives a respectful and apologetic bow to her opponent, whom seems a little familiar.. She remembers the time they fought in that sewer catacomb, and how horrible the care after the event was. A wince and shudder rattle through her, borne of bitter nostalgia.
"Hello again. Let me know when you're ready to begin, alright?"
COMBATSYS: Jira has joined the fight here.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
Continuing to pace, Brett mutters, clearly not willing to stay still at this point. He hasn't even gotten through his usual pre-fight checks at this point, consumed as he is over the ridiculousness of the entire thing. It's only when Jira arrives that he bothers to look up, frowning a bit before giving a nod to her. "Good luck to you too," he says, remembering her from the sewer fight. Another reminder of a time he'd rather forget, and another thing that makes him regret SNFs.
Still, he's committed to this at least...and it's all he can do to finally settle himself, calming himself down and adjusting his gloves and helmet. Taking stock of everything, he takes hold of his trusty stick, adjusting and feeling its weight in his hands again. "....alright..."
Then, with a crack of it against the ground, he lowers himself down into his usual ready stance, hunched over with stick in both hands, knuckles faced forward. "Ready....."
Jira's ever polite smile stays while she waits for Brett's answer, but it is apparent that the situation has her in some kind of unease. The smile's a bit forced. And when her opponent readies himself, she turns her body to the right, letting her left side face him in a casual stance. Made more casual by her rather regular attire of thin sweater and jeans, and her pink sneakers.
Once Brett announces that he is ready, Jira rushes across the stage with a quick, headlong dash. She stops herself short of arms-reach from Brett by sending a heavy stomp onto the ground and pivoting around on her planted leg, arms outstretched for the rotation. Her sleeves glow bright pink during the spin and send out a stream of glimmering, pain-laced energy. Energy that glints with a malicious spark in the air, covering a decent space around her body, and reaching well enough to reach Brett if he doesn't get out of the way. It'd lead to a painful impact and stinging, lingering pain if it connects.
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Jira's Petal Spiral.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
As he remains sunk down, Brett prepares himself, mentally as much as physically. As he waits, he watches Jira rush toward him. Knowing he's not going to react fast enough to counter with his own rush, he simply waits, and lets her come. As she stomps and stops short and spins, he braces into his ready stance, just as the stream of energy comes whipping outward. As it nears, he drops his shoulder, and lifts up the handle of his stick, shoving both in the path of the stream and letting it impact him. He winces, but his padding and stick manage to catch most of it as the surge rattles through him.
Grunting, he kicks off his skates and moves forward, advancing on Jira once the attack has passed. As he nears, he drops his shoulder again, this time trying to slam himself directly into Jira's chest with a straight on check to her chest. Nothing fancy, just a straight charge.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Jira with Power Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Brett 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Jira
Jira takes the check dead on, after having just regained her bearings too! She's positively bowled over by the attack, flat onto her back and having to roll onto her feet. She gives Brett a smile and nods.
A mote of white light glows from her right hand. She reaches for it with her left and grasps it, then draws her left hand back. In its wake, and clutched in her hand, is a glimmering, shining broadsword. The pearlescent double-sided blade becomes serrated halfway down its length, before ending at the prominent, vermillion, spiked crossguard and red handle, leading into an equally spiked, green pommel.
With blade in her left hand, she makes a quick hop over to Brett and makes a quick swipe of her weapon, aiming to get a clean swipe over his chest and right arm before hopping back into a defensible position.
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Brett with Quick Strike.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Jira
With the charge successful, Brett's forced to wind himself around to face Jira again, his momentum taking him past her thanks to his skates. Grunting a little, he looks back to her just as the white light forms in her hand and creates a sword from that same light. Frowning, he tries to get his stick in the way of the pearlescent blade, but the hop makes him misjudge the path, the slash cutting him over his stick.
Stumbling back after the strike, he winces and brings a hand up to his chest, but it doesn't seem to force him to falter too much. Gritting his teeth, he pushes himself in again. Charging after Jira, he seems to go for another direct strike, but instead, he drops down, his stick extending out wide as he drops into a squat. Spinning with the blade held outward, he tries to sweep it along the ground toward Jira. As he gets nearer, he starts to rise, the path of the stick following as it spirals outward and tries to batter the girl down.
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Brett's Wild Spiral.
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Brett 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Jira
Jira's ready stance has her blade side facing Brett, easy enough to see him make his return pass and raise her sword defensively. When Brett drops, this forces her to think quickly. She makes a step back to prepare herself, bringing her blade down over her side and leg to help absorb the blow. Resulting in his stick clashing against the metal of her blade and dampening his impact.
With another wince and a quick backpedal, Jira spends a brief moment to appraise the situation. During this time, a gathering of pink light pours out from her wrist and flows into her hand, then forms explosivelly out of her fingers into sharpened points. She lunges again towards Brett, a straight charge that ends with her leaping, right arm leading her to sink those four spikes of energy into the teen's body. Whether it connects or not she ends the leap with a tumble off to the side to right herself to the side and behind Brett, raising her sword again.
COMBATSYS: Brett barely endures Jira's Psycho Claw EX.
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Brett 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Jira
As his stick batters at Jira's guard, Brett finally gets the sense that it's not getting too far. Withdrawing his stick, he ceases his spin, finally coming to a stop. While he wasn't able to get a hit, he managed to get in a little breathing room it seemed. Breathing room that he doesn't get much longer as he watches Jira lunge at him with light sharpened into points at her fingertips. As he tries to surge in, he miscalculates his advance, getting stabbed in a way that halts his skate forward rather than allowing him forward. Sucking in a breath, he backs off, just as Jira leaps sideways.
Clutching at the seeping wound at this point, he grits his teeth and glowers at at her. Shaking his head as he feels the bleeding get to him, even now, he doesn't waver. Rather, he pushes forward at Jira again, this time flinging himself bodily forward into a flip at her. His skated heels come down, trying to crash directly into her and knock aside her sword with the somersault kick.
COMBATSYS: Jira dodges Brett's Falling Star.
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Brett 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Jira
Jira's left in a precariously over-extended stance, catching up with herself and being flighty are one and the same. So when she sees her opponent closing in, she makes a quick backstep, out of the range of his somersault. With this distance she has more time to center herself, time to make another step back into the fray with her mind settled on course of action.
Jira makes a quick approach and raises up her left arm, then swings it down hard for a broad swipe at the teen. Of course, in the name of safety, she's swinging at him with the flat of her blade for a good metal paddling.
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Jira's Medium Strike.
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Brett 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Jira
Flipping over and hitting nothing, Brett is forced to hockey stop quick once he gets down to his feet again. Grunting, he breathes heavily, the wound in his chest still bothering him every time he moves and still bleeding rather heavily. Sucking in breath, he's forced to be reactive, waiting for Jira to come toward him instead.
And come forward she does, swinging down her sword at him. The stick whips forward to meet it, stopping it as best he can, but the force still rattles through him, wrist sore from the force. Backing up, he gasps and grits his teeth. Realizing this wound is getting to him, he decides to back off, trying to get space and rethink his strategy. He's mindful of the medical patch he's supposed to use, and while he's tempted...he still doesn't trust it enough to bring out yet....yet....
COMBATSYS: Brett circles, trying to pick up speed and momentum.
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Brett 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Jira
Jira is a little upset at Brett creating distance. But, she needs to remind him that just pausing in the middle of an exhibition match is a bad idea, and she wants to have him either give her a reason to bring out her patch, or get him into using his.
To make this happen, she gathers up a mass of pink, shimmering energy in the grasp of her left hand, feeding it into the blade of her weapon. The two masses of energy resonate with one another, making the blade shine and give eerie, disembodied whispers into the air. Then, with no further warning, she thrusts her sword towards Brett, as if to stab him from a distance. But instead of piercing air, a bolt of pink energy groans out of her weapon and flies towards Brett in her blade's stead.
COMBATSYS: Brett interrupts Straight Shot from Jira with Hurricane Check EX.
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Brett 1/----===/=======|=======\=======\1 Jira
Keeping up that distance, Brett is forced to wait....and wait...and wait. He knows he can't wait forever, but he's hoping to force an action from Jira that he can work with, something he can react to en force.
And when Jira points her sword at him from that distance, he sees it. Sprinting forward, he barrels straight toward the construct user just as the beam blasts out from the blade. The beam cuts into his shoulder, just as he swings his stick upward, slamming directly into her with all the momentum he can muster. A gutteral roar comes as he slams that high-sticking strike, but he's not finished with that, pivoting in place after that. Using the momentum from that spin, he slams forward again with his shoulder, checking her in the chest with all the power he can summon and hopefully sending her across the fighting field with the final strike.
Jira has no defenses prepared to mitigate this attack, and the check does just that; send her flying. Jira's winded and certainly disoriented at this point. She stands up with scraped knees and a frayed sweater, her day having gotten much worse after that single attack. She gives herself that patch then, slapping it onto her right knee and working it under her pantleg. She also twists her torso and winds up- then spins about rapidly to hurl her sword at Brett, pommel-first. Whether it hits or misses, after its impact it bursts into a fading cloud of white, psionic energy and vanishes.
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Jira's Thrown Object.
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Brett 1/---====/=======|=======\=======\1 Jira
After the check, Brett falls to a knee. WIth the continued wounds accumulating, that big Hurricane Check took a lot out of him. He put everything he could muster into it after all. Groaning, he looks back to his side, the temptation to use the patch again. He sees the expectant eyes around the Media Center watching them.
Of course, that distraction nearly costs him, as he looks back to Jira just in time to see the sword flung at him pommel first.
Eyes widening, he's just barely abel to get his glove and stick in the way, deflecting it off his glove in a way that'll be sure to leave a nasty welt on his hand later and will make it hard to maintain decent motor control at least for the next minute or so. "NNGhh...." He looks back down to his side....and finally swallows his pride. If something weird happens, he'll know later, he supposes, but for now, he just takes out the patch, opening the package and slapping it onto his neck, one of the few bare spots of skin he has right now.
Rising back up, he grunts and focuses back on Jira. Steadying breaths are taken...before he surges hard toward her. His stick glowing faintly blue, he slashes out hard toward her now that she lacks a ready weapon. THen another slash, this one from above. THen agian, then again. He swings that hockey stick like an axe, hacking away at the white-haired girl, trying to keep up the pressure. It might make him overcommit, but he wants to make sure this counts.
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Brett's Massacre On Ice.
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Brett 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jira
Jira's left to herself for a moment, happily reigning in the immediate benefits of whatever sorcery was responsible for the medical patch's creation. Maybe she'll invest in buying a few later, if there's no side-effects! Her usually white hair is glowing with an accumulation of energy, and perhaps in an inspired moment of clarity, she draws up her arms and covers them in pink light, catching each of Brett's many hacks against her forearms or in a barehanded grip.
Once the assault's done, Jira adjusts her stance, going low and drawing up a large mass of pink energy from within her body. The flickering, whispering light gathers into her left leg. She makes a backstep and another twirl of her body, raising that leg, then slamming it against the floor at an angle. The result is.. explosive, a shining geyser of psionic energy pours out of her limb and bounces up off the ground, aimed to swamp Brett in the pink tide of screams and pain, covering a wide area. Though, it doesn't reach too far before dispersing.
The glow around Jira's body lessens after this attack.
COMBATSYS: Brett barely endures Jira's Volcanic Unload.
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Brett 1/------=/=======|>>>>---\-------\0 Jira
Hacking away as much as he can, Brett unfortunately can't quite get through despite the power and energy he expends trying to pierce and break Jira's guard. At his limit, he tries to pull back away, but he overcommitted on that barrage enough that before he he can do anything, he's unable to get out of the way...and even as he tries to brace and push through the resulting geyser of psionic power, he can't stand up to it, blown down painfully in that encompassing explosion. A cry of pain can be heard over the roar....
But despite the pain of the surging force, still remains conscious...and just enough strength in him to slowly pull himself up. He feels like he should be completely out at this point, but...perhaps that patch keeps him just on the edge of 'too much to bear'. "Nnghh...uhg....." he grunts, staring at Jira...and stumbling forward, trying to roll in with a lumbering kick toward her legs.
COMBATSYS: Jira endures Brett's Light Kick.
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Brett 1/-----==/=======|>>>>>--\-------\0 Jira
Jira's not out of things yet, despite her position of fairly hurt and fresh from a large attack, she's still got her wits about her. Enough that a low, rather unbalanced attack doesn't cause too much alarm. So, she decides not to avoid it. She gathers up a mass of pink energy in her right palm as Brett's kick connects, she positions to fall forward with little distance between them. Making it much easier to line her next attack up.
Jira thrusts her right palm forward, stopping just short of the teen and letting out a roaring wave of pink psionic energy to impact him, and Jira tucks her arms to roll to the side away from Brett, but she's still in a defensively compromised position.
COMBATSYS: Brett fails to interrupt Psycho Palm from Jira with Sir Stanley's Crush.
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Jira 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
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Jira 0/-------/=======|
Brett tries to put as much force into the kick as he can, but it's not much. He's still teetering, and even if he's determined not to fall at this point, he can't push it too much. The strike manages to hit, but it's clear that Jira is ready to give him worse than what he was able to dish out after he withdraws his leg.
As the exploding palm comes forward, Brett tries to whip his stick up to catch and stop Jira's attack, even as she rolls...but his aim is off, and by the time the stick is up, the palm smash drives into him, slamming him straight in the head and bowling him over....and this time, he just doesn't get up.
Jira's energy is running thin, and her coherence is slipping. She's still able to continue, but Brett's in another situation. Her guard drops immediately and she rushes over to the teen, visually inspecting him and calling over for a medic to give him a look over.
The worst part about fighting, Jira's come to know, is that more often that not, someone loses.
Log created on 19:26:04 03/14/2015 by Jira, and last modified on 02:24:14 03/15/2015.