Description: Genhanten has a sweet deal: fight one of the Twin Dragons, get a free meal! There's more details than that, but maybe you should read the log!
As anyone passing by Genhanten today can see, there is a banner above the main entrance declaring in big, bold, bright letters:
"FREE MEAL OPPORTUNITY!
Go a minute with one of the world famous DRAGON BROTHERS and get half off! Win and get a meal of your choice ABSOLUTELY FREE!!
-Inquire inside.-"
It's a pretty obvious publicity stunt, meant to draw in customers. Even if they aren't tempted by the chance at a free meal, there are still those who just want to watch a good fight, getting both dinner /and/ a show in the process. Nevertheless, it sure does sound enticing, doesn't it?
Natsu's heard some of her teammates yammering about the so-called 'free meal' at Genhanten. The volleyballer had been in the Neo League, and a couple fighting tournaments some months back, but as of late has been keeping a low profile insofar as fighting has been involved. Accordingly, when her teammates have brought up the topic, the idea of Natsu taking part is something of a hush-hush joke, never meant to really be brought to her attention.
Natsu's hearing is better than they give the Amazonian girl credit for. But she wasn't crazy about publicizing this affair -- she wants to get back into fighting on her own terms, without involving her entire volleyball club this time, maybe. She's alone when she arrives at Genhanten with a nondescript grey t-shirt and dark grey gym shorts, a gym bag strapped across her shoulder. The door jingles as the six-foot-tall girl enters, a faint and optimistic smile across her lips as she scans the restaurant for signs of activity. She'd heard of the boy with a pigtail and a baseball cap, but she doesn't see him, not just yet -- and the smile fades somewhat. She asks the hostess at the front, and seems to be a bit puzzled by the response.
"... a twin brother...?" she queries aloud, looking perplexed.
The restaurant does seem to have picked up a little bit in business, with a pretty good number of tables taken by people here to watch the fights. On that note, the middle of the ground floor has been cleared and a white circle about twenty feet in diameter has been drawn in chalk, clearly denoting a makeshift fighting ring. In the middle is Yang, wearing his usual attire, stretching his legs while he waits for his next opponent.
And as Natsu enters, he turns to look at her. Something about her- the way she carries herself, perhaps, or the look in her eyes- tells him that she's got some fights under her belt. Could it be that she's here to take up that offer on the banner? Straightening up, he folds his arms across his chest, announcing in a flat, yet very clear voice, "I'm ready for my next opponent, whoever they are. Man, woman, young, old, anyone is eligible for the prize."
Miss Ayuhara had made it to round three of the Inter High-School Tournament, only eliminated by the Boss of Gedo High, Daigo Kazama -- who then went on to champion the tournament itself. So she's certainly -capable- of holding her own in a fight -- at least, she was in early January.
Now that her eyes have adjusted to the lighting inside the Genhanten, she can more clearly see that, yes, there -is- a competitor awaiting her within the ring. Bowing stiffly to the hostess, she strides up to the ring. A hand slips into the folds of the duffel at her shoulder, withdrawing a volleyball from inside as she flashes a confident smile over to Yang. "Good, because your next opponent just walked up!" Her voice can be heard loud and clear: she's used to calling the attention of a crowd, after all. She drops the duffel bag at the edge of the ring, tossing the volleyball up into the air for a moment, catching it with ease once she's stepped into the circle. Her smile grows, as she offers a graceful bow to her opponent.
"How's this work, do we have a ref?"
Yang doesn't know any of that, of course, having been absent for that particular tournament. He isn't a high schooler, after all. But when Natsu steps up into the ring with her little bit of showboating, he lets a small smirk play across his lips. These people just might get a show worth their money, here.
"Well, the rules are pretty simple. You already saw the banner outside, right?" he says, shifting into his customary fighting stance: Legs bent, balancing on one foot while the other touches the ground only with the toe of the shoe, torso twisted to one side with both hands in front of him, one above and in front of the other.
"Last a minute, get half off. Win, get a free meal. Winner is determined by knocking the other fighter down for a ten count, or by knocking the other fighter out of the ring. Destroying Genhanten property is instant disqualification, destroying another patron's meal forfeits your free meal to them instead. Got it?"
"Got it!" Natsu bounces the volleyball off the floor once, taking a position opposite Yang. Her fighting stance is... well, it's her volleyball stance, hunched over like a gorilla. (Woe be the last Gorin student who mentioned that to her face though...) She curls the volleyball in her hand, as if she's ready to serve -- and make no mistake, she is ready to serve.
"Looks like you've got the home court advantage here," she notes, judging from all the customers cheering and pumping their fists in anticipation. "I'm ready whenever you are!"
COMBATSYS: Natsu has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Yang has joined the fight here.
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Natsu 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yang
The younger Dragon Brother has long since learned to tune out those sounds of cheering onlookers, focusing instead on the fight ahead. Natsu's stance is strange for a fighter, and the fact that she's still holding onto that volleyball suggests she's going to use it at least once. With a small, almost inaudible chuckle, he says, "Alright then, let's start."
Oh, yeah, there /is/ a ref, a waiter wearing a plain black stereotypical Chinese suit with a whistle in his mouth. The instant he blows it, Yang is already blazing across the short distance of the ring, his speed difficult to track for people not used to the heat of battle. He's not going for anything direct, yet, instead taking advantage of Natsu's hunched posture to try and plant his hands on her shoulders, thus using her as a platform to flip behind her for more advantageous positioning.
COMBATSYS: Natsu blocks Yang's Zenpou Tenshin.
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Natsu 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yang
Natsu nods to the ref, signalling her readiness. Yes, she plans to use the volleyball -- but it can certainly wait until after she deals with Yang's rushing charge right up into her personal space! The volleybrawler doesn't quite know what Yang's intentions are -- but she can tell it's not as straightforward as other fighters she's encountered. Reflexively, she throws herself into a roll off to her left side -- Yang's momentum would indeed carry him over the young woman's shoulders, but she twists about in the midst of her tumble, such that when she rises again, her shoulders are squared up with him again.
The smile on her face fades to neutrality in the process -- she's nothing if not serious. Especially since she's more than a little hungry at the moment. Stance recovered, she tosses the volleyball upward, letting it linger in the air for a moment before slamming her palm into it like the hammer of a handgun. The ball is aimed at Yang, though her height advantage would mean that it'd ricochet harmlessly off the floor if it misses, easily caught by an observing customer if need be.
COMBATSYS: Yang fails to interrupt Jikkon Serve from Natsu with Light Kick.
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Natsu 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Yang
Yang is just landing when he realizes that Natsu has managed to turn herself around as well, still facing him. Caught off guard, he tries to snap a kick at her legs, but she's already spiked her ball at him, smashing him in the face with it. He stumbles back, leaving himself open for a followup!
As Natsu's volleyball bounces away, the veteran volleyballer follows it with her ears -- she knows it lands a fair distance off, before rolling about harmlessly. It's out of reach -- but the focused, serious look on her face suggests that she won't watch for it now, not with Yang so close. And besides, he's worthy of her attention!
Ayuhara lunges forward sharply, closing the distance she'd opened up with her powerful smash. She takes flight, leading with her left arm and aiming to hook her elbow around Yang's neck to take advantage of the opportunity. With a clean connect, her considerable momentum would carry the two outward and allow Natsu to leverage him face-first into the Genhanten floor!
COMBATSYS: Yang dodges Natsu's Bulldog.
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Natsu 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Yang
Yang would ordinarily be glad to know he's worthy of someone's attention- even if he wouldn't show it outwardly- but right now is a different matter. This girl has given him a bit of a wake up call, proving herself surprisingly skilled with her opening moves. But now that he's more alert, his mind goes into overdrive to make the best of a bad situation.
In the space of a second, the younger Dragon Brother catches himself with the toes of one foot, the other shooting up to plant itself on Natsu's chest before she has a chance to wrap her elbow around his neck. Allowing himself to roll backwards, though of course landing a lot more softly than he otherwise would have, he aims to turn the high schooler's own momentum against her and send her crashing into the floor herself.
COMBATSYS: Natsu blocks Yang's Youhon Shiun.
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Natsu 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Yang
Being out of the fighting limelight for such a long time seems to have taken its toll on Natsu's assessment of other fighters: when Yang -looked- defenseless, he appears to be anything but, turning an apparent gap in his defenses into an advantage. The nimbler fighter is able to turn Ayuhara's momentum against her to some degree, using his foot as leverage to keep her from gaining purchase.
The taller fighter's momentum, in some way, is what keeps Yang from doing -exactly- what he wants, though, as she's able to throw herself to the side, straightening out so that she hits the floor in a dampened log-roll -- on her own terms, rather than a graceless fall.
Planting one hand on the ground, though, she strikes back with a sweep kick aimed at taking the nimble kenpo artist off his feet. "Hraaaa!" Free food awaits, if only she can manage a strike!
COMBATSYS: Yang dodges Natsu's Fierce Kick.
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Natsu 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Yang
As it turns out, Yang isn't quite helpless on the floor, as the instant his roll brings one of his feet to the floor again, he redirects his own momentum to twist in place, taking up a crouching stance. That free food will have to wait though, it seems, as the young Chinese warrior reacts nearly instantly to Natsu's sweep by rolling back again, just out of reach of her kick, and then springs off of his hands to launch a low flying kick of his own, which with her still on the ground, may end up going right into her face.
COMBATSYS: Natsu dodges Yang's Senkyuutai.
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Natsu 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Yang
Avoiding attacks outright is not something she has a very good track record of. But this time, despite her overextension, she manages to put her considerable shoulder strength to use, planting her palms upon the ground and handspringing to safety -- and, more importantly, away from Yang's kicking.
"Close," she notes, more as a confirmation to herself than her opponent. But she waits for the airborne Yang to get back into reach, she takes a moment to collect her strength...
And then she suddenly uncoils it, lashing out with a sidearm smash as she attempts to slam her palm and wrist into Yang's midsection. "Hrraaaaah!"
COMBATSYS: Yang blocks Natsu's Aggressive Strike.
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Natsu 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Yang
Yang continues to be impressed at Natsu's ability, having continually failed to land a solid hit on the girl through the whole fight so far. He's now flying through the air with no target within reach of his kick, and he can see her winding up for a blow, unable to avoid it from his position.
So, instead, he moves his hands to intercept her palm strike, taking the brunt of the attack through them instead of his gut. This more or less cancels his inertia, allowing him to dig his foot into the floor again, pivoting to plant his shoulder against her side while his hands grip hers, and then following on that with a sharp thrust upward with his shoulder to try to pop her off her feet and throw her to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Natsu interrupts Medium Throw from Yang with Set and Spike.
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Natsu 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Yang
Natsu has been more than impressed with the speed of her opponent up till now -- she's fought speedy fighters before, but never -quite- so fast as the nimble kenpoist. She considers going back to her strong point -- volleyballs -- but something about this fight gives her the will to keep trying to land a solid hit with her hands and feet instead.
Part of it has to do with Yang blocking the hit with his hands. Her jaw sets, at that -- and she takes a step back in anticipation. Swatting his hands away, she prevents him from gaining purchase on her wrists or hands -- and while the shoulder -does- connect, forcing the wind out of her lungs with a huff, she's in optimal range to follow through by shoving him backwards, and into the air, using her taller frame to full advantage.
Once Yang is airborne, she'll hop after him, scything her right arm overhead to spike him right back into the floor!
Yang has trained his whole life to attain this level of speed, and he isn't planning on slowing down any time soon. In fact, as the fight goes on, his reflexes seem to sharpen, his movements taking on more intensity and becoming more tightly controlled. However, sometimes you just can't beat someone for pure force, and this happens to be one of those times.
Natsu knocks him into the air, and then smashes him into the floor hard enough to knock the breath right out of him. Dazed for the moment, Yang coughs several times as the referee begins the count. But no, the girl isn't getting off /that/ easily. Before the count even reaches five, the Dragon is up again, returning to his neutral stance on his feet. He steadies his breathing, allowing his body to calm itself as he awaits his opponent's next move.
COMBATSYS: Yang enters a meditative state.
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Natsu 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Yang
The Gorin volleyballer is pleased that she was able to land a solid strike down onto the young man, but her expression remains neutral and analytical. Fighting is not far off from volleyball, as she understands it: betraying the emotions she feels within provides an opportunity for the opponent to latch onto.
Even still, with Yang taking a moment to catch his breath, the ambitious Gorin student has to raise an eyebrow. Is he... mocking her? Or just welling up his chi? The lack of action is difficult for Natsu to read, but she's more than willing to fill the gap of activity with a strike of her own. She steps forward, hazarding two light left-handed punches before wheeling her arm around for a more solid overhand strike with her right hand, keeping the pressure on Yang. Maybe she's earned enough for half-off her meal, but she's never really been one to quit without a decisive victory. "Teyaaaa!"
COMBATSYS: Natsu dazes Yang with Medium Punch!
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Natsu 0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1 Yang
Yang certainly does not mean to mock or insult the girl, only to catch his breath and reorient himself. As she launches several more strikes at him, he sways side to side to avoid the first two, but the third smashes right into his head, causing tiny starbursts to explode in his vision as he staggers back, balancing precariously on one foot.
But with a concerted effort, he redirects that backward momentum to push forward, his other foot stomping down on the floor at the same moment that he snaps his hands forward in a double palm thrust, the movement accentuated by a sheen of chi surrounding them.
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Natsu with Byakko Soushouda.
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Natsu 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Yang
Natsu can appreciate the seriousness with which Yang approaches fighting, giving the matter his full attention, and not wasting time with showboating or things other than victory. Others might give in to doubt or insecurity, or just throw the fight away -- but who learns from that? Not the opponent, and certainly not Natsu.
So there's a small smile upon her face when he staggers backwards -- and it's not from the successful strike, but from Yang's steadfast reaction to it. The Gorin volleyballer draws back, starting to curl her arms up in anticipation of his followup attack.
She should have started a moment sooner, though, for Yang smashes right through her guard with his forceful impact, splaying her arms away and smashing her right in the midsection, forcing her to scramble backwards with a pained expression. By the time she regains her balance, she's jacknifed backwards, one hand unsteadily hovering mere centimeters from the floor, as if daring her body to topple over. Her smile of approval returns when it does not.
Brushing her stomach off -- and hoping that chi strike didn't leave a mark -- she pushes forward again. Hopping forward, she swings her leg in a side kick, aimed at knocking him over -- but not -into- the crowd, lest she disqualify herself!
COMBATSYS: Yang blocks Natsu's Medium Kick.
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Natsu 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Yang
Yang is really enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would, even if he doesn't show it on his face. This kind of close fight is what he lives for, being pushed to the edge by a fighter whose skills are comparable to- or, dare he say it, may even /exceed/- his own. It's certainly a pleasant surprise, and after this, he might have to take a break from the ring for the rest of the day.
That said, when she comes back at him with her kick, he reacts instantly, catching her leg with both hands and dampening the force of the blow. It still causes him to slide a few inches, and he can feel the shock resonating through his arms, but now he's in the perfect position to launch his final desperation maneuver.
It starts with a close range elbow strike at her chin, designed to jar her senses for a moment and create an opening for a followup. "Sei'ei Enbu!" As the chi builds up in a series of shadowy afterimages, he seems to practically dance around her, throwing out palm strikes, finger slashes, elbow blows, and kicks, before he finally ends up in front of her again, jumping back a few feet.
But he still isn't done yet, it seems, as with a tremendous effort, so much that he can practically hear his muscles creaking, he immediately launches into a forward roll that ends with him springing up into a kick aimed up at her chest, aiming to launch her into the air. If that lands, he immediately leaps up after her, swinging his legs in one, two, three more kicks, the last of which finally appears to be the end of his long-winded combination attack. "Tenshin! Senkyuutai!"
COMBATSYS: Yang blitzes into action and acts again!
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Natsu 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Yang
COMBATSYS: Natsu blocks Yang's Heavy Kick.
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Natsu 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Yang
COMBATSYS: Natsu fails to interrupt Senkyuutai from Yang with Knock It Off!.
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Natsu 1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Yang
Natsu is enjoying the fight, for the most part. Someone her age is providing healthy competition -- never a bad thing! The Gorin athlete is pleased to see that her foot is caught: an underwhelming impact is better than no impact at all, as far as she's concerned. But when Yang strikes back with a series of chi-driven afterimages, Natsu is left a bit at a disadvantage. She's manifested -fire- before, but never anything on the level of what this kenpo disciple is able to accomplish. Pressing the attack is out of the question; she draws back instead, curling her arms up to ward off the successive strikes.
She can feel her arms shuddering with each blow, fatigue beginning to make its mark. She can hear that Yang is probably in a similar way, though -- and through the haze of the afterimages, the athlete believes she sees the way out: grappling Yang out of it.
Unfortunately for her, the timing is way off -- Yang is -much- faster than she is. And taking a kick to the solar plexus is also another impediment to grabbing hold of Yang.
Her upper torso ratcheting backwards with each airborne kick, she gets a taste of the true strength she's been able to avoid until now. Natsu is tough -- she's taken a few hits in defense of her classmates before, after all -- but with blackness creeping into the edges of her vision as she hits the floor again, she's prepared to settle for a discount on her meal. If it comes to that, of course.
She pushes back to her feet, keeping her shaky arms curled in front of her, lips pressed into a determined half-smile.
This fight is getting to be a very fatiguing affair, especially with how Natsu just won't seem to go down. However, he can see that he's definitely made an impact on her stamina with that combo, and that gives him a little hope that maybe, just maybe, he can get away with only giving her half off. He wouldn't hear the end of it from Yun if he ended up giving someone a free meal...
"Looks like we're both in rough shape now." he notes, straightening himself out before taking up his regular stance again. He's determined now; he's going to win and he's going to give the other patrons a show while he does. The sounds of their cheering is filtering into his senses again, and he knows that they won't be satisfied until this ends with one of the two going down for the count. "Let's give them what they want."
And with that, a flash of blinding blue marks a trail of chi following his slashing fingers as he dashes past Natsu, and then, throwing everything he's got into it, he immediately turns around and goes for a returning strike, and then another, each slash creating a crisscrossing web of chi in the ring until, finally, he comes to a stop in front of the girl, his fingers a mere inch from her throat, the slowly fading chi trails showing the staggering number of strikes he made in mere seconds.
COMBATSYS: Natsu interrupts Raishin Mahhaken from Yang with Rival Launcher.
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Natsu 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>------\1 Yang
COMBATSYS: Natsu keeps on fighting!
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Natsu 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>------\1 Yang
Natsu's determination has led to some ridiculously close matches in her brief foray into professional fighting. While her fighting style is... unconventional, to say the least, her drive more than makes up for it.
Natsu offers a brief nod in reply to Yang, smile brightening for just a moment: "Looks like it!" She's had plenty of experience in working the crowd, in her own stoic way -- proving her worth through actions rather than words and showmanship.
The blue flash of chi is her signal -- she knows she does -not- want that! Bracing for impact, she turns her wearied shoulder into the first few strikes, gritting her teeth as the wounds stress against her. But the key difference here is that she steps backwards with each strike, her withdrawals blunting the damage from the now-overextended strikes. The volleyballer has had to fend off power spikes from strong opponents, she knows how to do -that- much.
The final strike may stop next to her throat, but it would seem Yang's stepped into a trap -- for she whirls around backwards, catching him now that the onslaught has ended. Her ravaged arms won't be much use to her -- but twisting sideways to drive a high kick into Yang's jaw ought to be enough to send him flying into the air. She continues her momentum, whirling around and leaping into the air after Yang. Her numb arms serve as flails as she hammers three slaps into the no-longer-grounded Yang, before gathering both arms together to slam him back to the Genhanten floor with the force needed to plant a railroad spike. For a girl, she hits like a truck!
Panting, she lands moments afterwards, gritting her teeth. By all rights, she -should- be unconscious. But she lists backwards, a brief grin flitting across her face. It's the cheering that keeps her standing, really!
Yang is pretty full of determination himself, but even the toughest fighters have their limits, and he's far from an exception. Powerless to stop Natsu from kicking him into the air, his vision goes black from the impact and the sounds of the restaurant's patrons turn into a dull roar before fading into white noise his brain isn't even trying to process anymore.
Vaguely, as if from a mile away, he can feel the slaps, and his body slamming into the floor with bone-crunching force. He isn't even sure if he did break any bones, but if he did, then surely Uncle Gen can take care of it. A moment later, something that sounds like counting swims through the static of his consciousness, and he realizes he's trying to get back up to his feet, but is struggling with arms that feel like wet noodles.
"..five! Six!" the waiter-slash-referee counts out, his voice becoming clearer to Yang as he keeps trying to push himself back up. He can feel his strength slowly, /very/ slowly, crawling back into his body, but it's not enough for anything approaching what he just did.
"Seven! Eight!"
Yang is on his knees now, planting one foot firmly on the floor and trying to use his own leg as a crutch to return to a standing position. With equal measures pain and burning fatigue starting to rush through his body now, he finds it difficult to even manage this much, but he grits his teeth and keeps trying.
"Nine! Te-"
"I... wasn't finished." Yang says with a cough as he finally manages to get back to a proper vertical position and his customary stance. He's breathing heavily, and the jabbing pain in his side tells him he's probably got at least one broken rib. Damn but this girl hits hard. "One... last... blow. That's... all I need..."
Taking one slow, laborious step forward, his feet feeling like they're made of solid lead, he gathers up every ounce of energy he has left in his fingers, the familiar blue shine enveloping them for one final strike. And indeed, that's all he has the strength for as he swipes that last arc of chi at Natsu, the effort causing him to collapse immediately after.
"You can have... the free meal..." he mumbles with a smile on his face.
COMBATSYS: Yang can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Natsu with Tourou Zan EX.
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Natsu takes the few moments while the referee-waiter delivers the ten-count. Panting heavily, she tries to knead some feeling back into her left forearm and wrist, watching Yang for signs of movement. She's hoping she didn't overdo it -- sending someone to the hospital is -way- more expensive than a meal at the Chinese restaurant, after all.
When the young man rises, though, she seems pleased. Fighting opponents of all different styles is the best part of the life decision that Natsu's been goaded into by her well-meaning friends -- and fighters like Yang have made it worthwhile. When the chi wave slashes in, Natsu makes a last-ditch effort to try and duck under the wave, only to take the brunt of the blow right in the forehead. That is, of course, the -negative- side effect to being six feet tall.
Her shoes provide just enough traction for Natsu to be bowled over backwards, landing upon her keister, hands planted to keep her from tipping over. Her eyes take on that glazed-over look as stars swim across her vision. For a moment, it looks like she's fallen asleep that way.
And then she breaks out into laughter. Not mocking or anything -- just warm, contented laughter. "That... that was a good fight!" she states, full of good cheer.
But she doesn't make any motion to get up at the moment. "... I... might need a few minutes before I try eating anything though... is that okay? Ahahaha..."
COMBATSYS: Natsu takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Natsu can no longer fight.
Not that Yang can really move right now, since everything /hurts oh god/, but he does chuckle softly before the pain in his ribs puts a stop to that. "Yeah... just need a minute... too..." Looks like it might be a while before he can actually cook anything, though...
Log created on 20:17:45 05/28/2015 by Natsu, and last modified on 20:26:40 05/31/2015.