Description: Shira tries to mug Quon. It goes poorly for our snake.
College nowadays is so expensive. Between the dorms, the courses, and the books themselves it digs into the wallet. And that's even with his parents footing at least partial costs for everything. There's still living expenses to contend with too. The living expenses like food and other necessities is hard to keep up with his 'Just Over Broke.' As a result he has to supplement is income with street fighting.
He's only dabbled in professional fighting once. Most of the time it's underground where while purse isn't nearly as big but it's nigh guaranteed winnings unless he comes across someone as or more skilled as he is. This time however, it wasn't skill that won him this purse but dumb luck plain and simple. The opponent charged at him and slipped on a pebble and stumbled face first right into an elbow. Good night, Irene. The next opponent stepped into a small hole, twisted their ankle and fell face first into his knee. Rather than risk another un-entertaining fight they essentially paid him to get lost.
Now, Quon Chen finds himself walking away from the informal fight club, sounds of more fighting in the distance and beginning to fade as he heads towards civilization.
Shira Hebi now has three new friends in place of her lost ones, and the potential for more. Thus, it's time for the darkstalker to repay some favors. Three hours ago, she raided a small store for some medicine. Now, she needs money to go forward with her 'get someone to help a kid' plan.
Thus the serpent woman has been stalking the slightly seedier section of Southtown known for illegal fights and underground tournaments. She's kept to rooftops and the sides of walls, clinging to surfaces as she's wont to do. Watching as people leave, all she's seen are spectator types. No one who looks like they have money to her finely honed thug's senses.
And then, out walks Quon. Body low to the ground as she peers with her yellow eyes from above, she slithers her way from rooftop to rooftop until she can get just ahead of the college student.
Once she thinks he isn't looking? She'll leap down, and try to simply tackle him from behind. That butcher-bladed knife comes out from her belt loop. Luckily she's had a shower as of late, so the malnurished, tattered-clothed serpentess is at least clean.
She tries to wrap an arm around his waist, and a knife to his throat if he doesn't throw her off!
A low hiss escapes her throat. "You. I need your money. Give it, and I won't cut you." A simple, deadpan threat.
Quon's would be assailant is quiet and if not for lady luck's intervention, nigh undetectable before she made she made her move but someone had just opened the door to a corner store just as Quon was about to round the corner. In the reflection of the glass door, he can see the serpentine drop down right behind him. He wasn't quite able to stop the arm from going around his waist but he does manage to intercept the knife wielding hand, keeping the blade from getting close to his throat.
He doesn't make any moves until the threat is issued. He frowns in disgust then brushes the hand off of his waist while simultaneously stepping backwards into Shira using the motion to shove her away from him.
"No. I'm not giving you my lunch money." His winnings were obviously more than 'lunch money' but he said what he said as a refusal to be bullied at knife point. He then turns to face his attacker, standing in a Chongquan fighting stance, teeth gritted in anger.
Meanwhile the person seeing Quon getting stuck up at knife point decides that it might be safer inside the corner store and goes back inside, leaving the two by themselves.
COMBATSYS: Quon has started a fight here.
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Shira stumbles back, arms flopping bonelessly to her sides. She grips the knife lightly, head tilted slightly as her half-narrowed eyes look Quon over. There's not a single twitch to the stoney-faced young delinquent's face as Quon doesn't take the bait.
"Ah. That's too bad. You're making things hard for me, you know? Oh well. If you drop the money, it'll stop." She adds again in that deadpan voice, before raising her hand. A duo of smaller switchblades are flicked from her arm-harnesses, and chucked straight for Quon's legs! Seems she intends to hamstring the young man!
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi has joined the fight here.
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Quon 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Shira Hebi
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi successfully hits Quon with Knife Toss.
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Quon 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Shira Hebi
When the Serpentess bemoans the fact that he's making things hard for her, the college student/aspiring actor finds it hard to be sympathetic. If anything, he's too angry at being bullied to even acknowledge the fact that his assailant doesn't exactly look or carry themselves like a normal human being.
Then the switch blades go flying for his leg. He attempta to swipe the blades to the side and move in but then they lodge themselves in his thigh causing him to grimace and hiss in pain.
He doesn't dare take the blades out. At least not yet but he approaches in an attempt to give as good as he gets.
When he's in close range, he twists and leans to the side as he tries to strike with a pair of palms towards Shira's stomach. Those palms then push outwards shoving her back as he releases a gush of water chi.
In his head, he repeats as a mantra, 'I will not be pushed around.'
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi dodges Quon's Moving the Mountain.
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Quon 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Shira Hebi
The shove comes at her, the woman not /quite/ fast enough to get away. She does, however, prove agile. Shoving a foot up towards the hands coming for her stomach, her now free hand lashes out to grab the young man's shoulder. Her flexible body snaps out like a whip, complete with a crack as she narrowly avoids getting hit by that burst of chi-water. Slipping up behind him, she tries to wrap her arm around his neck...quite literally, it flexes at an odd angle, Shira trying to strangle and hold with her arm. Meanwhile, she simply tries to slip that blade from behind between the young man's ribs.
"I don't care about pushing. I just want your cash. Why won't you just give it up? Is this that thing called...pride? It would be easier for you, too, right?" She asks, voice tinged with curiousity. Even as she's trying to stab, there's no outright malice in her voice.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Shira Hebi's Backstab.
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Quon 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Shira Hebi
It's in the thug's response to his attack that lets the college student know that he's not dealing with a normal human being where before he was too angry to care. No human's arms are supposed to lash out like that. Her body is not supposed to twist like that! He's dealing with a strange creature in the vein of those creatures responsible for what happened in Metro City and in Italy.
It sets in that normal tactics for fighting humans do not apply here. He begins lashing out with multiple snap kicks delivered in rapid succession in several location. It looks kind as though his foot is in multiple places at once.
He responds to her curiosity and slight detachment with a cold rage reflected in his eyes.
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi blocks Quon's Seven Dragon Tails.
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Quon 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Shira Hebi
Even for someone so twisty as Shira, a blurr of snap-kicks aimed right at her is hard to deal with when you're just inches away. She blocks the first few strikes, the force of the blows kicking her lightly into the air. And then one final snap-kick smacks her right in the face, sending her to the ground with a slightly smushed nose and plenty of bleeding. At the very least, she bleeds.
"...You're pretty strong."
Feet and knees have her bending up to stand, her head tilting as she just stops for a second. "You have a strange look in your eye. Do you have a fever? Are you sick?" The weird creature is definitely clueless.
Then, she just shrugs. "Oh well, no time. Too much to do. Please lay down so I can take what you have."
Then, sucking in a breath, she rushes foward. At first it seems like she's going to raise her hand and start slashing at the man with her knife as she slither-walks almost drunkenly towards him. And then up the wall. No, she pauses, and launches herself at Quon to try to tackle him and bite down with serpentine fangs into his neck!
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Shira Hebi's Poison Bite.
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Quon 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Shira Hebi
As Shira continues to talk, the angrier the young fighter continues to get. It's like every time she tells him to give up, lay down, it angers him more stoking the flames of rage of the aqua chi wielder. She drunkenly slither walks towards the water wielder and he cracks his neck. And then as she diverts her path towards the wall, he braces for anything. She's already made it clear that this fight won't following the standard rules.
He watches as the thug attempts to tackle him and he twists just enough that he's out of the path and the fang catches in his white t-shirt. He can feel the pain of the venom dripping onto exposed skin and he's silently thankful that the fang didn't pierce skin. Just the drip was enough to cause discomfort.
He pulls away with a bit of a hole in his shirt from her bite and then he attempts to grab a hold of the knife-wielding Darkstalker and attempts to perform a hip toss and slam her to the ground hard.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Shira Hebi with Strong Throw.
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Quon 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Shira Hebi
The serpent hisses in annoyance as her fangs slide along flesh rather than pierce! But she doens't have time to commisserate, as she's suddenly grabbed, and slammed down onto the ground. Wind and spit flies from her mouth, venom flowing up as the ninja looks dazed! For all of a moment. Rather than try anything fancy, she swings out first with a hard slash to the young man's chest with her knife, and then aims a rolling kick towards his face as she snaps back to her feet in a mini-roll. Her knife comes up defensively.
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi blitzes into action and acts again!
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Quon 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Shira Hebi
COMBATSYS: Quon just-defends Shira Hebi's Light Kick!
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Quon 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Shira Hebi
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi successfully hits Quon with Medium Strike.
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Quon 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shira Hebi
the wild motions coming from having dazed his enemy weren't exactly the easiest to deal with. The wild slash connecting with his chest causing him to hiss as he draws back away from the knife wielder. Then the rolling kick comes in and he spins, deflecting it to the side as he goes in to a spin, slipping in towards her flank as he takes to the air.
As he descends, he kicks towards her head and then attempts to launch himself up into the air and then landing lightly on the ground.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Shira Hebi with Eagle Catches Mouse.
Glancing Blow
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Quon 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Shira Hebi
Shira is back on her feet, at least temporarily when in comes Quon with a flying kick to the face! She weaves back, his shoe scraping her cheek as she bends to the side at a spine-snapping angle. A shake of the head. She frowns.
"So much trouble." She laments, before leaping backwards. Her hands all but seem to materialize throwing knives of all sorts. Her harnesses empty, and yet, she tosses more and more at the man in her spinning backflip.
A literal wall of falling sharp metal flies for Quon, several of the sharp weapon embedding in the ground and the walls as she goes for quantity over quality to try to turn the young man into a pincushion.!
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi successfully hits Quon with Rain of Knives.
- Power hit! -
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Quon 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Shira Hebi
Something incredibly unlucky happens to Quon which in turn leads to something may or may not be incredibly very lucky for him. He steps on a glass bottle. This causes him to slip as the knives come which in turn cause him to stumble even as he becomes a veritable pin cushion for the knives. This stumbling causes him to hit a trash can which then sends debris raining down from the sky.
Visibility is shot for all involved but Quon had been tracking where his assailant was when she landed. She may not even see that foot heading where her face should be.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Shira Hebi with Wild Dragon.
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Quon 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Shira Hebi
As the trash begins to clear up, Shira should recognize the appearance of the attack. He's delivering a barrage of snap kicks in multiple locations. His foot begins moving so fast that his single foot looks like three feet, and as he continues to build up speed, three feet become five, and then he switches legs to deliver kicks with the other leg. Five feet become seven and then the kicking stops only to be finished off with a wild haymaker to the face.
Shira loses track of Quon, and that's all it takes. She scowls, hissing aloud with every strike! Her legs, chest, and face are smashed by those whirring snap-kicks all over her, sending the very injured snake flying! Eventually, covered in bruises and bleeding from her right eye and mouth, she comes to rest in a heap.
A hand reaches up, and she more slithers up the wall than pulls herself up. Catching her breath, pain in her eyes, she looks Quon over.
With what little strength she has left, she speeds forward, body glowing with poisonous chi! She slide-slithers her way to try to get under Quon's feet, trying to cling to and wrap her legs up with his. Hissing in his face, she takes her knife in both hands, and starts to try to stab him in the chest repeatedly and viciously!
COMBATSYS: Quon parries Shira Hebi's Slither Stab!!
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Quon 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Shira Hebi
The Hong Kong born fighter sees that glowing body and he wants no part of it. As she tries to wrap up Quon's feet with her legs he dances around her with a lightness of footwork not often seen in a hard style like Chongquan. He is a bit of an anomaly within his martial art. As the poisonous chi tinged stabs are directed towards him, he doesn't retreat. He bobs, weaves, and redirects, staying in close waiting for the perfect opportunity. As her energy flags, he sees it.
With a battlecry of,"My money is not yours to take," the Chongquan fighter leaps into the air as he flips forwards, aquatic chi, engulfing his foot as he slams downwards on her head, then flipping into a forward tuck to stomp on her again with water tinged feet and then a front flip with a twist which would ideally put him into a position to face her as he eases back into his fighting stance.
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi blocks Quon's Dropping the Bridge EX.
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Quon 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Shira Hebi
The serpent definitely didn't anticipate the agility of the fighter! Shira's half-lidded eyes open just a touch as he dances away. She stumbles, /really/ stumbles this time, and it gives Quon a perfect opening!
And then up into the air he flies, and comes down hard with a flipping stop! It lands perfectly, right into Shira's face. Those big snake eyes go cross-eyed from the watery stomp, sending her straight to the ground as her clothes are now drenched. Old blood and dirt is washed away, leaving her perhaps cleaner than she's been in months.
For a moment, it seems as if she's going to not rise up. But then, her body writhes side to side, rushing forward without ever leaving the ground. The white-haired Shira starts to curl around the young man if he can't dance away, her body squeezing around like a proper serpent, trying to make him pass out!
"Need it more than you." She hisses into her ear.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Shira Hebi's Slither Hold.
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Quon 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Shira Hebi
Quon raises an eyebrow at how Shira moves. He doesn't know how to react to how alien her slithering on the ground is to him. In fact, he doesn't at first. And then she wraps around him and that's when self preservation kicks in. He switches to a horse stance bracing against the squeeze and preventing the air from being squeezed from his lungs. Then he focuses and pushes out using brute force to break free of her hold.
"Regardless of need, I will not be bullied into giving you my money."
He grits his teeth and takes to the air as he flips forward once more. It's not as fast, somewhat relatively telegraphed, and he's to tired to follow up with acrobatics beyond the aqua chi heel kick slamming down upon her as he tries to drown her somewhat with his chi.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Shira Hebi with Crossing the Bridge.
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Quon 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Shira Hebi
Squeeeeze! Squeeeze! Shira's already dull eyes are glassy from pain, her body definitely on its last legs. But then Quon bodily shoves her away, and she comes to rest against the alleyway wall. Her senses might see the blow coming, but her limbs are like lead after the hard beating from the man. A hiss starts, and then gets cut off quickly.
Why? Water and a hard heel smacks her in the chin. The force of the blow has her bending over completely backwards. She pauses there, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
And then her body snaps right back with an audible pop, her knife-hand flailing wildly as it drips with ethereal poison chi. Then, she stumbles backwards, rushing out of the alleyway.
"Hisssss! Not worth it." She mutters as she slithers away, barely conscious.
COMBATSYS: Shira Hebi can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Quon dodges Shira Hebi's Deep Strike.
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Quon 0/-------/----===|
His breathing is slightly labored as the serpentine stick-up kid lashes at him one more time. He wobbles backwards the attack connecting with air as he moves away to safety. He can feel the adrenaline high leaving him and as it does so, the legs and his torso and arms burn with the pain of being a walking pin cushion.
As he slowly makes his way to the hospital, a bystander across the street could be heard shouting, "WORLDSTAR!"
None of the other witnesses think that particular person understood the gravity of what just happened here.
Log created on 08:21:22 01/12/2016 by Shira Hebi, and last modified on 20:15:54 01/17/2016.