Description: Given the debacle a few months back during the Inter-High School Tournament whereupon several principals were lost to scandal and mysterious disappearances, there is a tremendous interest amongst the tenured school faculty to assure that the Gorin Games go on without similar incident, and they've invited several off-duty police officers to help officiate and volunteer at the event, making sure everything stays above board. It just so happens that there are several less-than-reputable characters skulking around the exhibition signups. So what better time to find out what they're up to than in a good old fashioned Taekwondo match with the local adult representative, EUNHA SIN?! (Winner: Eunha)
The GORIN GAMES have events of many and sundry kinds. And whenever there are fighting events, taekwondo tends to make its appearance, even if it has pretty stiff competition here in the beating, pulsating heart of Japantown, Japan. Nonetheless, there's someone here as a representative of the TKD community to oversee the sporadic matches and the occasional demonstrations.
It is a demonstration that is going on when it begins. Eunha Sin, who is apparently from America despite being named 'Eunha Sin' and looking extremely Korean, was in the process of smashing through three layers of boards in six sudden brutal kicks, each set of boards held up by a member of the Gorin Taekwondo club. There was a reasonable, respectable amount of enthusiasm as she finished kick #6, pivoted around with her leg still in the air --
"HOLD IT!!"
What did she see? What was he doing? It's unclear. But whatever affray was involved with that student who had been deciding to hog a space on the bleachers, it's abundantly clear that Eunha Sin has decided it is not something to be ignored.
Abandoning the ring, Eunha stalks forwards, reaching up to push her glasses up her nose as she addresses the tall man in a loud, withering sort of voice, the kind that can't be borne without some kind of ego impact. "Just what in the hell are you doing there, interrupting our demonstration!? Do you know what kind of disrespect you're showing with your little slap-fights!"
The delinquent in question, having failed to aggressively bum a cigarette, starts fading into the background as the shorter, but much angrier figure of Eunha stomps her way up the bleachers. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
Coming in to a new town, it always served to see what sort of competition might be hanging around. Especially if any might be eventually getting in his way. Martial arts competitions and demonstrations were prime for that sort of thing. It always pulled out the stronger showier ones. The ones more likely to go after someone if they made a fuss. He had been intending to sit calmly in the bleachers, taking in what information he could. The other always found these sort of things boring. Dyre was glad for that, he was in little mood to deal with him today. Peace was rare.
Then that teen had to go an bother his peaceful afternoon bothering him for a cigarette. Why did everyone always assume he carried those around. He hated those, the smell reminded him of those places too much. Places he'd rather not think about, thoughts that stirred up Ulf in record time.
It was hard to miss the brief moment that grey eyes suddenly flashed a crimson red, the moment he shoves the kid away, growling voice telling him to, "Get lost." Perhaps the move was more aggressive than need be.
He hoped that settled that particular argument, at least until his once more grey eyes settle on the woman storming up the bleachers in his direction, causing him to mutter under his breath, letting the teen slink away to lick his wounded pride.
"Chariot."
"Too many people."
"I'll handle it."
Long pauses exist between each murmur of the soft voice, as if only carrying out half a conversation. He stands up slowly as the woman closes in. He not only has the advantage of height, but the advantage of being further up the bleachers, letting him tower over the approaching woman. "Say? Nothing." His Japanese is rough, and accented with something European. Scandanavian? He holds his hands out to the side and shrugs.
COMBATSYS: Dyre has started a fight here.
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Dyre 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Eunha has joined the fight here.
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Dyre 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eunha
Eunha switches easily to English when she hears a European accent. What she says remains scornful. "Are you on BLUETOOTH? Have you been LIVESTREAMING THIS EVENT?"
Her lip curls back as she looks up at the taller man, reaching his level as he raises himself up to loom. She is barefoot (of course, having been doing demonstration kicking) which doesn't help her height problem in the slightest. Nonetheless, she does not seem cowed, particularly.
"There's no law," she then says, "against disrespectful behavior... not in this country, anyway." So Eunha thinks.
"But Japanese law prohibits rebroadcasting the images or identities of students without explicit permission of parents or legal guardians."
And with THIS Eunha strikes, rising upwards on the balls of her feet and sweeping both hands forwards. It looks faintly silly, but a double knife-hand strike on either side of the ol' noggin are no jokes. "HE'LL CALL YOU BACK!" she shouts as she does it, perhaps meant for whoever it is he's broadcasting or chit-chatting with.
COMBATSYS: Dyre blocks Eunha's Head-on Collision.
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Dyre 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eunha
It takes a certain kind of person to just stand there staring blankly as he's yelled at. In fact he's looking slightly off to the side, head titlted away, an expression on his face like his attention is completely elsewhere. "You can come help if things get rough." He's... not even paying attention. Eunha might as well be yelling at a brick wall for all Dyre reacts to her shouting, hands down at his sides and eyes averted.
Someone might even think he's taking his chastisement and trying to be a good sport about it, but that doesn't seem to be entirely the case, as when the strike comes both hands come up, encased in the pair of gauntlets he keeps hanging from his belt, riased in defense of the strike just in time to keep the twin blows away from his head.
Almost too calmly, he turns his attention back to Eunha. "I can't call him back you see. He's always listening. He doesn't like you."
"Then again. He doesn't like anyone, so don't take it personally." His hands turn towards his opponent, his open palms suddenly glowing with silver energy.
"This might sting." The energy suddenly erupts from his hands in a short blast in front of him, a swirling torrent of silver and grey pouring from his hands.
COMBATSYS: Dyre successfully hits Eunha with X Fortune.
- Power hit! -
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Dyre 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Eunha
Eunha's eyes narrow. "Are you appealing to your imaginary friend? That -"
Involves a sudden blast of silvery force into Eunha's torso. She did not, it seems, expect this, and so it is that she goes flying backwards some good distance, completely clearing the bleachers and hitting the far wall of the auditorium! Her glasses trail partway down her face.
She pushes up afterwards, even as she slides to the ground. "Okay, hot shot," she mutters to herself, before raising her voice and shouting, "STUDENTS! LEAVE!" and sweeping her arm to the side in a meaningful way to indicate that students should, in fact, leave. The ones on the bleachers at least need no particular encouragement.
Rolling her head left, then right, Eunha pushes her glasses up to her nose. "So," she says, "Why don't you have your FRIEND come out... Unless this is just some kind of justification for insulting the martial arts?" Her eyes narrow behind the lenses, watching how the man moves. He'd have to move at least a little bit to get to her, unless he can shoot more chi blasts from his hands.
That's worryingly common these days.
COMBATSYS: Eunha focuses on her next action.
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Dyre 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Eunha
"If I let him come out, then I'd have to go away."
Dyre spreads his hands again as he calmly uses the benches as steps to making his way closer to where the woman fell. "I'm the more pleasant one to deal with." He is almost dismissive of the crowd fleeing around him. Luckily he takes no shots at any of them, prefectly happy to let them leave the auditorium. Despite Ulf screaming bloody murder for allowing them to do so. But no one can hear Ulf's protestations other than Dyre, so wht's there to worry about.
"If you have a chance to reflect on this later. Just remember, you started this fight." He takes a leap to clear the last few lines of bleachers, one of his hands once more bursting to light with swirling silver energy. He lands on the floor of the auditorium, glowing hand pressed against the ground.
A mimicing glow underneath Eunha is the only warning of the launched attack before the ground erupts in another burst of swirling silver energy.
Annoyingly common some might say.
COMBATSYS: Eunha blocks Dyre's VII Chariot.
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Dyre 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Eunha
"Spare me your humble-bragging," Eunha remarks before that burst of mysteriously ghostly energy smashes out of the ground, throwing her off balance - pitching her forwards!
"Tch," she says as she lands on one knee - literally - and kicks back up like a geometry diagram, her legs spreading out into a crouch afterwards. "You're dressed for a fight... You must have slipped in without our notice, and this mysterious head-mate business is an obvious excuse!"
Remember, Taekwondo is about defusing conflicts before violence occurs!
Either way she does approach warily, though there is, of course, no award for being so wary that you get taken apart with brutal blasts of mystery force. She moves near enough that a feinted forward punch is plausible, but her real plan is to twist around to snap a kick at Dyre's wrist - possibly THROUGH it, at least in her dreams - that pivots around with a swivel of the torso to smash her heel down at his shoulder joint.
COMBATSYS: Eunha successfully hits Dyre with No Talking Or Texting.
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Dyre 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Eunha
Dyre lets out a soft sigh, obviously at least a little annoyed by the woman. "I wasn't trying to be humble. Did I come across as humble? I really have no talent for trash talk." Or maybe annoyed with himself. The look he casts her direction is that of a boy who's just found a curious looking toad and intends to poke it with a stick to see what happens.
"Act like you belong, and you rarely get stopped." His shoulders rise and fall in a faint shrug as he balls his hands into fists with the faint clank of his metal gauntlets. "No need for slipping."
Perhaps riding on confidence from his earlier attacks, he falls for the feint, moving once hand to intercept a punch that never comes, instead taking the blow on the other arm.
He winces but he doesn't stop to lick his wounds, instead he crouches low and rushes in, shoulder leading at the end of his quick charge.
COMBATSYS: Eunha counters Body Blow from Dyre with Four Way Pileup.
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Dyre 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Eunha
Eunha is probably half Dyre's mass. This should be easy. EXCEPT...
Her arms come up in a crossing block that has enough forward pressure behind it that it's practically an arm bar! This is supplemented with a twisting full-force punch from the waist angled upwards, shoving his tender, majestic body upright just in time for a snapped kick up high, round about collarbone level, and a harder one - with an additional forceful shove to it - at gut level.
Eunha lands forwards in a low crouch after this, and snaps back, "Don't give me this slow and steady talk! If you were just here to make trouble, this is your chance to walk away. If you've got some kind of agenda, spit it out and take your medicine!" She pushes her glasses up her nose by way of angry counterpoint.
"One!" she says, in a tone of Counting Down.
Dyre goes flying back a few feet from the blow fourth blow, landing with a solid thud on a small stack of cinder blocks set aside for the breaking demonstrations, a bit of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He speaks up again from where he lays, still that soft almost annoyingly calm voice. "Sure.. sure.. You can have her now. She's worn out my patience." The same slightly distracted tone he uses when he's talking to his 'imaginary friend.'
His legs lift into the air, using the momentum of swinging them back down to kip up to his feet.
As soon as he lands he swings his arm about, sending one of the cinder blocks he had been laying on hurtling across the auditorium, letting out a gutteral roar as he does so.
The eyes that lock on Eunha are no longer grey, instead a softly glowing crimson, and the voice that comes from his throat has a growling, gutteral rasp to it. "You pissed him off something bad if he let me out."
COMBATSYS: Eunha blocks Dyre's Large Thrown Object.
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Dyre 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Eunha
Eunha's eyes narrow at the crimson eyes.
NEVER LOOK AWAY.
"Do you think I give a damn?" she says, even as the cinderblock is flung towards her - and snap-kicked in midair! Which is not a clean break, as it sends a big chunk scraping up along her leg, some blood staining the gi to the general gasping of the high school set.
Nonetheless, she stomps forwards. "So what's the deal with the howl? Repressed inner demon? Childhood friend? Werewolf?" The werewolf hypothesis is advanced with complete casual ease, if with a healthy dose of that irritated tone she's already highlighting so well. Closing the distance, Eunha is clearly favoring her injured leg...
Which takes the form in this case of smashing it forwards, aiming at Dyle's hip. "Spit it out! Confession's good for the blood pressure!" Unlike getting it kicked out, apparently.
COMBATSYS: Eunha successfully hits Dyre with Thrust Kick.
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Dyre 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Eunha
Dyre, or at least who had been Dyre up to this point, watches Eunha deflect the cinder block with a tilt of his head. At least some of their mannerisms are similar. But that grin on his face is nothing like the passive expression he was wearing earlier. Certainly predatory at least. "You think we care much more about what others think of us than we do." He snorts softly.
There's no effort to move on his part, not even as she launches the kick, he just stays there, crouched on his haunches as if he couldn't be bothered. He simply drops his hands to the ground, clawed tips of his gauntlets sinking into the wooden floor to keep from moving to much as the force of the kick hits him head on.
Energy seeps from where his hands press against the floor, though at the moment a bloody crimson rather than the silver he'd been tossing about earlier. He looks right at Eunha with a toothy grin as the energy suddenly erupts in a crimson storm that dwarfs the previous two eruptions, though the energy seems to burn at his flesh as well, causing him to wince in the middle of the torrent.
COMBATSYS: Eunha full-parries Dyre's XIX Sun!!
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Dyre 0/-------/-------|=======\===----\1 Eunha
"I see I might have misjudged you," Eunha says, after that snorting reply. She lands in a crouch, arms held up as Dyre leans forwards, puts his hands on the ground, and puts his force outwards.
Except...
That Eunha had seen those down-low genuflections and the way they erupted. She was already leaping forwards, even if it turns out that she's going significantly faster and with more force than she'd expected. Even so, she gets off her smart remark --
"You had the look of a criminal all along!!"
And then comes the sacred and ceremonial rite of the bicycle kicks, Eunha letting herself descend down Dyle's front (or back, if he opts to stay bent over), kicking hard enough each time to bounce herself up an extra six inches and increasing the amount of punishment going downtown!
COMBATSYS: Dyre blocks Eunha's Highspeed Turnover EX.
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Dyre 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Eunha
Dyre actually looks annoyed that his attack didn't hit, spitting some blood off to the side. "Here I was worried you'd not be worth the trouble." He pulls the claw tips out of the floor, prying up a decent chunk of the wood along with them. Someone at Gorin was not going to be happy about that repair bill.
He brings his arms together over his head, patiently waiting through the barrage of blows descending upon him, still not moving from the spot where Eunha's counter attack landed him. "Of course I look like a criminal, idiot. I am one."
Red energy once more pours along his gauntlets, as he finally pushes up from the ground, sending himself into a spin. He lashes out with energy coated claws, even the streamers of crimon energy coming off of him cutting like blades, even where they come in contact with his own exposed arms.
COMBATSYS: Eunha counters XV Devil from Dyre with Under Construction.
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Dyre 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Eunha
The sweeping blades come out as Eunha's eyes widen. She doesn't make a sassy remark here. She has to push it.
The first thing she does is duck down low. Really low. 'Straddling an apple' low, low enough that the first sweep of the blades smashes over her head and doesn't touch her. She steps forwards then, rising upwards with an upper cut that twists around into another kick to the hip -
Then back down again, foot stomp and elbow strike forwards. Another rising upwards, and Dyre may get the distinct impression that this motion is more than just casual weaving and bobbing; that by following this pattern, this big ol' b-word of a cop is gaining unnaturally large amounts of momentum! Also, it hurts and stings.
"Heh heh. You're condemned by your confession!"
Her upwards rise coincides with another punch to the gut, and she finishes the entire combination off with a sweeping roundhouse kick that, unfortunately (for her, but not Dyre) would send him toppling towards a fire exit.
"Red and grey lights are impressive-- but they don't make you invincible! Next time, think twice about disrupting a competitio-"
She is also distracted momentarily when that delinquent who is behind all of this sparks up his lighter.
Eunha's eyes lock with his. The cigarette (freshly cadged) falls out of the delinquint's mouth.
Dyre hits the wall next to the fire escape, sinking to the ground with an annoyed grunt. "Shit. This is your fault. You should have let me handle this from the start." He stands up, not much fight left in him. But he wasn't going to let Eunha off completely scott free. This was one he was going to have to hurt later. He reached over and grabbed the fire alarm switch, giving it a quick tug.
The sudden sound of the fire alarm followed by the burst of the sprinklers sends the crowd still left into a roiling panic.
Not enough to not notice the crimson engulfed Dyre bursting out from the crowd. He bounces off one of the rafters, descending towards the cop like a glowing comet, another roar tearing from his throat.
Hit or miss, as soon as he lands the energy extinguishes, and with the skill of someone used to fleeing the scene of a crime, Dyre vanishes into the crowd making their way for the exits, the parting blow the only thing he leaves behind.
COMBATSYS: Dyre can no longer fight.
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Eunha 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Eunha blocks Dyre's XX Judgment.
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COMBATSYS: Eunha has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:53:46 03/28/2015 by Dyre, and last modified on 09:01:34 03/29/2015.