Match of the Millennium

Description: As part of a Mishima tradition, the Zaibatsu hosts an open beach party right at Okinawa. But with only one catch. And that catch is sexy swimsuits, and fighting. Per this tradition, there must be a champion of men, and a champion of women. For the men? Jeremiah has to be sporting his own sexy swimsuit, in showing off his full cowboy goodness for all the ladies. And for the manly men? Mila will be sporting her own sexy sporty swimsuit model. And Jin?

[MILA]
As a competitor in the DOA tournament, Mila isn't exactly a stranger to a swimsuit battle, since she did it at least once as part of a promotional fight during an exhibition round of the tournament. It got her a few extra fans as well as some extra money for her. Helped to take her mind off being eliminated eventually as well. So when she was chosen to be taking part in a swimsuit battle, Mila didn't object. She chose a two piece black bikini with red stripes on it, since it was her 'signature' color, and it looked nice on her.

Stepping out from her changing area and coming into the area, Mila walks with a spring in her step, smiling and waving as she heads into the fighting area. She's never personally been too familiar with the Mishima Zaibatsu, although she has heard less-than-flattering rumors about them. All she wants to do is take care of her fight and get out, before Heihachi possibly shows up. "I'm here to fight!" Mila calls out as she takes her place and begins to warm up, stretching out for the upcoming fight and getting the blood flowing. "It's gonna be a great fight!"

[JEREMIAH]
It had been a few weeks since he'd left the borders of Colombia, on the back of a flatbet truck heading toward civilization. How he made it from jungle warfare to a Japanese beach so beautiful that it took your breath away, was a whole other story, the telling of which would betray a predilection for purple prose and just weren't appropriate on this fine summer day.

One thing was sure, and that was if the returning Mr. Graves ever wanted to achieve his goals, he was gonna need money, and lots of it. These "Saturday Night Fights", they were a shortcut that he couldn't afford not to take...even with it's ridiculous stipulation. Truth be told, he almost forfeit the contest on account of a lack of appropriate wardrobe, but at the last minute, he found something deep in his belongings. It would just have to do.

And so it was that Jeremiah Graves set foot on that beach, making his slow journey up to that large magnificent beach house. As Mila stood there lookin' pretty, the weatherbeaten, calloused man who was scheduled to be her partner, arrived up beside her, hands on his hips just above his gunbelt even as that black hat shielded his eyes from the sun.

His swimsuit would have been the height of fashion and good Christian modesty in 1927, with black and white stripes going down, from his button up top all the way to the connected 'bottoms' that ended at his knees. It was just form fitting enough to show that the gunslinger kept in some sort of shape, with his hairy forearms and legs on display. Those cold steel eyes of his were narrowed in annoyed modesty, and they glanced over to the MMA fighter nervously as he quickly studied her strange hair and stranger eyebrows.

"Honored to be makin' yer acquaitance, miss. I hope yer ready fer this."

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[JIN]
The whisk and hearty smack of heavy cotton canvas as the kickoff punches a lone figure into the air and hefty spinning roundhouse kick. Clumps and particles of beach sand kicked up with the launch and parted and swept aside by the blow. Parted by red flames. Cosmetic in design the flames adorning one leg of an otherwise plain pair of black dogi. The half-dressed figure is distinct from the distance; that pointed cut to the hair and the hefty bulk betrayed much of similarity between father and son.

The youngest Mishima has been here for at least an hour already, warming up on the beach with that gruelling and signature style of training. Who he was facing was nearly irrelevant aside form the fact there was media coverage who were keeping at least some distance away. He wanted for nothing they could provide, could do anything he needed for himself and after they'd taken their footage they would be gone. The whole world could "experience" the magic that was a traditional Mishima Beach party in all its glory. There was no-one attendance who were not being paid to be here, everyone here with an agenda nor many of the 'family' in attendance.

It was certainly going to end with a fight, that and everything else was just ..routine.

Cutting the kata short as the SNF staff starts leaping into action. Their focus: getting as many angle shots and camera focus as they can of the newly arriving - young woman. Impassively Jin had acknowledged her arrival only by ceasing the kata, back still half turned to her and only a momentary glance spared over his shoulder he starts fussing with the heavy red armguards; ensuring they were fitted tight and secure. Checking eeeeach strap twice and flexing his hands.

When he bothers to look back this time now there's two of them. They- make for an interesting pair. It might appear comical to some but to Jin the first thing to note are the presence of the firearms. It was unlikely to be a clean match, blood would certainly be spilled and it might even turn deadly. He might even be a danger to his parter with those.

This was shaping up to be JUST like a regular family event !!

Jin finally wheels to face the pair with purpose and grim ultimatum. He'd had his fill of assassination attempts including those occurring during fighting tourneys.

"If you strike to kill, then be prepared to die without complaint."

He seems to lock onto and acknowledge the older man right off the bat. Maybe to the point he was disrespecting and/or trying not to look at the man's partner.

COMBATSYS: Mila has started a fight here.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Jeremiah

COMBATSYS: Jin has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Jeremiah
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                                  |-------\-------\0              Jin

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/-------|

[MILA]
"Nice to meet you too," Mila replies to Jeremiah with a smile. "It's gonna be a great fight here I bet!" Then she turns to face Jin, and her face turns a little sour. "I'm not here to kill ANYONE! I'm just here to fight and have fun doing it! Don't even THINK you're gonna kill me, because it ain't gonna happen at all!" She proceeds to do a couple of knuckle push-ups on the ground before springing back onto her feet. "If you think fighting's about death and dying, then you've got another thing coming!"

Mila waits until everyone's in position and the fight has begun, then she slowly advances on Jin, not bothering to offer a fist bump like they sometimes do in MMA competitions, since it's obvious this guy isn't about things like that. Instead, she gets as close as she can without (hopefully) putting herself in harm's way, then she spins on her heels and then brings up her left foot, aiming the heel of it at the side of Jin's face. "Think fast! Here I come!"

COMBATSYS: Jin blocks Mila's High Kick Cannon.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/-------|

[JIN]
BANG. The impact of the bare leg against the upraised arm reverberates across the beachfront. Jin's eyes only now leave the gunman to glance across at Mila. He wasn't very good with talkative half-dressed women. He could hear and gauge how close she was as she approached and even the sand shifting under her feet with her footsteps, or more significantly when she began her attack. It's a brief look her way to see how she reacts. She's obviously comfortable infighting since she was willing to advance on him so, and with a gunslinger backing her up.

Decide and act before your enemies forced you to react.

She had to be moved. Twisting his forearm Jin shoves back against her leg with the blocking arm and then steps in to plunge his open and grasping hand at her face, intent on lifting and carrying her into the drive right down onto her back in the sand.

Jin wanted a direct line of attack at that gunman and the girl was positioning herself in the way of getting to him.

On paper, it looked suspicious. A clearly capable fighter like Mila was, teaming up with a hired gun, to fight one man by himself? But that just meant this 'Jin' fellow was tougher than the average karate student. Jeremiah had been truly off the grid for a number of years, his world consumed with gritty gunfights that never amounted to a damn thing. But here now, watching the smooth-faced striker with evil eyes in person, now Graves finally understood why it was a two-on-one. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure if those odds were quite in their favor.

But he certainly wasn't gonna give up, a fight was a fight. He nodded his head, right hand coming up to tip his hat ever slightly in acknowledgement of Mr. Kazama's words, before his partner ran off and put all her heart and half her smarts into an easily blocked kick.

"Well, shit."

He had to speak out loud, with that raspy, drinker's and smoker's voice of his, even as he cleared his mind and stared daggers at the man he was here to fight. Jeremiah's legs were parted, his hands were down at his sides, and his trigger fingers twitched in preperation. It was clear that he was gearing up to make his move, and what a move it was gonna be!

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah focuses on his next action.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Mila fails to counter Medium Throw from Jin with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/----===|

[MILA]
As Mila's leg was deflected, she attempted to get into position for a good counterattack. Her intention was to grab at one of Jin's arms and rolling onto the ground before bending his arm sideways to add a little extra pain to the attack. At least, that was Mila's intention. But her timing was a bit too off there, and Jin grabbed her face like he intended, and Mila went down to the ground. Hard.

Mila lands with a yelp and forces herself back up, wiping her face off. Aside from a minor bruise, there's little damage there. But it still looks like it hurt a little bit. "That was a pretty good technique, but too bad you can't do it in MMA! You'd get disqualified for grabbing a fighter's face like that!" She hops up and down in her fighting stance. "I'm still ready though!"

[JIN]
The scoop and slam works as intended, she had tried something there at the last moment. He wasn't sure what it was but his opponents hadn't had as much of a chance to acclimatize to moving around on the soft sand. A momentary advantage perhaps as they got used to it. Jin doesn't linger after the initial lunge, carrying Mila to the ground he pushes off and away into the barefooted pumping dash at the gunman all the while cocking his fist for the blow right into the median line. The initial force hopefully enough to stun and allow the following flurry of blows to smash the torso and breadbasket of the older man.

His grandfather was a titan who was implacable and near undefeatable. There was no mercy for the elderly or the infirm, the same as there was no mercy for the young. Mishima's showed none to their enemies, opponents or failures. His eyeborw twiches, Jin can still hear that girl piping up behind him, so she was still in the fight. The ground obviously wasn't hard enough for that to have put her down, which would have been a relief. What this had to do with MMA he had no idea.

COMBATSYS: Jin successfully hits Jeremiah with Ultimate Punches.
- Power hit! -

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/----===|

[JEREMIAH]
Well, sometimes the plan works, and sometimes the plan gets worked. And after the first of many punches plunges into his stomach, Jeremiah was starting to feel like his plan. He remembered another punch colliding into the right side of his face, and after that it was a haze of a flurry, the lanky gunslinger being beaten down to the extent that his hat long ago fell off to the side. The gunfighter stayed on his feet for the remainder of it, but he could only take so much before talling to his back on that hot soft sand, spitting blood already.

Sometimes the plan works though, and Jin might notice that the man already had a gun in his right fist, cocked and aimed. How had he managed to do anything through the haze of that onslaught, the world will never know, but the SNF cameras hadn't even caught much except for a blur of the hand. A second later the trigger was pulled, and a bullet was being launched straight for the stomach of Mr. Kazama. Luckily for him, if it hit, is that stomach wounds did not kill unless one went for many long hours without medical treatment. Unluckily for him, it was one of the most painful ways to die on this planet that didn't include castration mines or medieval torture devices.

Once Mila had recovered, she focused steadily on the fight once again. She watches as her partner goes after Jin, and can only pause in awe as he seems to go for his gun, but Mila knows that some fighters have their own unique ways of fighting. As long as nobody gets killed is all that matters in Mila's opinion. Mila slaps her face a few times before rushing in after Jeremiah had taken his shot to follow up.

Taking each step quickly, her bare feet making no sound as she runs, Mila leaps towards Jin and bends one knee. She aims the knee directly at his stomach, intending to send him staggering backwards. If it's any consolation, she's trying to avoid where the gunshot might hit if he's unlucky.

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Jin with Medium Kick.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Jin just-defends Jeremiah's Gutshot!

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Jeremiah         0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/---====|

[JIN]
Twisting against the incoming kick the boy tries to turn aside and slide past just outside the range of the knee. Sliding back across the surface of the beach after the unsuccessful attempt, mounds of sand build up behind the his heels and Jin refuses to give an inch under pressure. Thwarted entirely by the surface he's standing on giving way. The twinge running across his abdomen in the wake of the blow adequately conveys to him: the girl's strong. She shouldn't be ignored.

The hand lowered to his abdomen reflexively to guard against a follow-up attack rises back into form. Curiously testing and favouring the arm as if unsure about some aspect of it while wisps of smouldering smoke curl away from the still fresh gunshot hole in the heavy red leather. The incredibly heavy, metal reinforced padded gauntlets were apparently good for something other than their weight and preventing the boy breaking his own bones practicing Mishima style karate.

"It seems these are useful for more than training."

Acknowledgement. It was a good shot, one bullet alone probably wouldn't have stopped someone Jin's size but it would have been disabling. He was starting to feel- No! He needed to methodically take them apart. Having drawn attention to his arms like so he steps forward into the low kick at the back of Mila's knee and turns into a short range spinning back elbow. He intend to pulverise the back of her head once she's destabilized and off balance, she was also the closet threat he could act upon.

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Jin's White Heron.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/--=====|

On the ground, Jeremiah had time to collect himself, coughing and his left hand clutching his ribs as he tried to sit up. The SNF cameras would see a man covered in bruises and his own blood trickling down his nose, but his eyes were burning with fire. Ignoring the baking heat of the sun and the sand, the lanky fighter struggled to his bare feet and starting lurching toward the fight in progress. He was leaning here and wobbling there, but somehow he had the wherewithal to scoop his sand-covered black hat off the ground, putting it back atop his head effortlessly.

Jin and Mila were engaged in their own contest, pitted against one another, but Jeremiah knew he couldn't let the girl try and do this on her own. There just weren't no way a man who hit as hard as THAT could be taken down by pure heart and fire alone. Now, firepower on the other hand?

It was like something out of a movie, and Jeremiah felt the world blur into slow motion. All color faded from his vision, until he was focused entirely on his enemy. Soaring through the air, sand all around him, two ancient guns cocked and ready in his hands, he started firing into the fray. The cameras would see a man firing recklessly into a melee, but Mila was never in any danger. Every single bullet in all eleven of those full chambers were aimed directly for Jin, where he was, where he was going to be, and where Mila wasn't. And every single one would be devastating if they'd hit. Mr. Kazama's knees, his elbows, his shoulders, his ribs and midsection. Nothing would be immediately lethal. But it sure might feel like it!

[MILA]
As Jin comes up with his elbow, Mila brings up both hands and catches the elbow, wincing a little as she absorbs the blow through the palms of her hands, but pushes Jin away all the same. "Pretty good, but too bad I was quicker," Mila comments, shaking her hands out a little. "Still, that's what I like to see, trying to keep me guessing and shifting my defenses!" She taps her fists together again. "You may be a bit on the sour side, but you still put up a pretty good fight!"

Mila circles to the side around Jin, trying to see if his vision is as good as she thinks it is, then she attempts to literally barrel into him! If successful, Mila will tackle him down to the ground, then administer a few blows to the face to add to the pain!

COMBATSYS: Jin blocks Jeremiah's Twelve Angry Bullets.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Jin counters Combo Grapple from Mila with Chicken Butcher EX.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0              Jin
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Mila             1/------=/=======|

[JIN]
That was no light strike, being that resilient and self-assured in the face of an opponent his momentum comes to a halt with the impact and it's at that moment the bullet's start flying. Mila pushing him away lends well to movement as he moves with it. Swinging arms back into place to defend and stooping his entire body down into a guarded stance behind those implacable arm guards.

When the last slugs are done flying the guard are sweltering with heat and smoking enough they might be in danger of catching fire. The lad when standing back up has a thin rivulet of red streaking down his face behind that feathery fringe and a hole punched through some of the muscle on his right shoulder which is bleeding freely, though Jin neither objects nor seems to favour the arm.

His eyes and face fallen into shadow, he's still rising but as he does so it's like a demon wreathed and obscured in smoke, the way it moves with him as he turns on Mila. There's no telling what he'll do to her.

Siezing hold of one of her arms even as she bears into him he chooses to use that momentum against her with a simple throw, locking the arm rigid against its range of motion he once agin drives her into the ground at his feet; But this time he pulls the arm taut and wrenches it across her back toward her opposing shoulder, exerting tremendous force. The sound alone is usually horrendous. Pushing himself back to his feet he puts his bare foot to her and shunts the poor girl away in a shower of sand.

When he's done with the girl. He had to contend with the gunman still.

No time for mercy, No time for remorse.

[MILA]
Mila never expected that to happen. She simply found herself in a world of hurt as she went down to the ground, and found herself getting sanded up! She coughs a little and spits out some sand from between her teeth (yuk!) before getting up and dusting herself off. Unfortunately, her usually upbeat attitude has faded to one of frustration and disbelief. "OK, how could you do something like that? That was totally uncalled for! You're supposed to be fighting, not trying to kill me!" She wipes herself off some more, glad she's not wearing more clothing or her 'footwear' in this match. In fact, her thoughts about fighting fairly are pretty much done for now.

"Here, let me show you a little something!" Mila yells as she rushes at Jin, attempting to leap into him and wrap her legs around his neck tightly. If she succeeds, she'll let herself drop to the ground, while bringing Jin down with her! It's a classic wrestling move that's also used by MMA fighters, and it's something Mila's accomplished quite a bit!

[JEREMIAH]
Every shot had been deflected, and even the few that had ripped into the body of the Kazama-style practicioner, didn't seem to do much more than surface damage. It was sure to sting worse than a mother, but Jeremiah had a feeling that this man wasn't the sort to quit from pain alone.

Getting up from the sand wasn't the easiest, as beaten up as the gunslinger was, but he worked to his feet, still swaying just slightly and instantly holstering those now empty weapons of his. All this sand and saltwater in the air, he was gonna have to clean 'em thoroughly later, if he could still see out of his eyes after this. But he forced himself not to think of that right now because if he thought about anything other than taking out his enemy, he was a dead man walkin'.

Or, a dead man diving in this case. As Mila went high, Jeremiah went low, trying to take out Jin's legs in an amateurish looking football tackle. It surely wouldn't hurt by itself, but maybe it would give Mila the added leverage for that devastating triangle choke she was trying to implement. Hopefully, anyway.

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Jin with Flying Triangle Choke.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1              Jin
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Mila             1/-----==/=======|

COMBATSYS: Jin blocks Jeremiah's Medium Throw.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1              Jin
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Mila             1/-----==/=======|

[JIN]
The girl leaping out of nowhere at his head was something of an unexpected twist. He tries to wreck her arm so she switches to using her legs!? She thought that was him trying to kill her.. he'd been trying to get her off his back for more than two seconds, and it obviously hadn't worked! Flung down forward he half lurches, her legs wrapped around his neck. Locked and refusing to let go like it was some kind of submission hold. Struggling against the girl merely seemed to increase her hold or she'd squirm around to increase the pressure as he fails someone with his one free arm and likewise tries to extricate himself as blood rushed to his face and thunders in his ears.

"hrff mnff idffan~"

As Jeremiah runs into him the whole tripod of fighters lurches wildly and Jin struggles to kick out and set his feet wider and remain standing, the whole lot of them struggling but.. he wasn't going to lose in a contest of power if he could possible help it.

Fitfully, Jin straightens up and lifts Mila off the ground taking the strain wholly through his neck and caught arm. It quickly becomes apparent what he was doing. Lifting the sandy young woman into the air with great effort he pauses momentarily before dropping her straight onto the back of the gunslinger who is still scrummaging into him.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah dodges Jin's Weakened Power Throw.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1              Jin
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Mila             1/-----==/=======|

COMBATSYS: Mila counters Weakened Power Throw from Jin with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1              Jin
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Mila             1/----===/=======|

[JEREMIAH]
He was in a precarious position, it was true, but you didn't survive the wars Jeremiah had survived without a great degree of awareness about yourself. Somewhere in the back of Jeremiah's mind, he knew he needed to move or he'd be in a bad situation, and his body started lurching before he had time to even question this last minute premonition. It was a good thing he did, too, because he missed a plummeting Mila and a no doubt plummeting Jin as well. The gunslinger worked to his feet yet again, breathing heavily and looking between the fight, and Jin's own beach house. He looked to the melee, looked down at his empty guns, then looked over at the beach house, a strategic location that could be better defended and utilized. He looked down at the empty beach, over at the two struggling fighters, and finally, Jeremiah made his decision, staggering off into Jin's private property, and kicking down the door as he searched for the liquor cabinet.

"I need a goddamn drink if I'm gonna get hit by this hoss again."

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah gains composure.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1              Jin
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Mila             1/----===/=======|

[MILA]
Before Jin can even grab at Jeremiah, Mila's shaking her head and going, "Oh no you don't!" She says with a grin as she rushes in and grabs onto his arm with both hands. From there, she rolls onto the ground, then drops Jin flat before bending his arm sideways, extra hard no less! After snapping the opponent's arm hard, Mila rolls back onto her feet and dusts herself off, albeit with some difficulty since she feels like she rolled on a few injured spots, causing her to wince as she dusts herself off. "Ooh... ouch... I think I got a little ahead of myself there!"

Nevertheless, once Mila's back in her fighting stance, she looks for Jeremiah, wondering where he is. When she sees that he's gone off to get something to drink, she sighs. "Drinking at a time like this? That's insane!" She would facepalm, but instead she keeps her fighting stance going, trying to maintain a steady appearance for her opponent.

[JIN]
Whipping though a fast somersault he hadn't even planned on, the teen is half enveloped in sand with the landing. Momentarily confused as to what ~just~ happened it's the sudden tweak and incredible pressure being applied to his arm snaps him back into the present. Reacting to the heroic counterattack wordlessly and without showing any kind of complaint he settles to the matter of breaking the hold, and then regretfully the girl who was applying it.

"You're strong. -but right now you're alone."

His attention wasn't divided between two targets, if the other had run off than he'd allow it. He had no intent on chasing the older man down for whatever reason. These two were a team and he could still destroy half of that team - hopefully in one mercifully quick blow.

Chasing after Mila he swings out a meaty hand at the top of her head, to seize a fistful of her short dyed hair, red-and-black he noted. The curious movement during the lunge is that upon doing it he sets his feet and leans, careening into a skull busting head-butt to the forehead of his opponent. His stone head was nothing like his grandfathers but the move was made iconic by Heihachi Mishima.

[JEREMIAH]
"Is she, friend?! I don't think so!"

That shout was coming from the grandmaster bedroom of the beach house, the wide old school window open wide, and there was Jeremiah, yelling out right before he dropped out of sight for a second. Whild Mila was distracting the world class fighter, Jeremiah had the bright idea to make sure his flame-patterned pants were actually truth in advertising.

"Whoever stocked the bar in here has some great taste!"

As if to prove what he was saying, the gunslinger flings out a mostly-full bottle of Bacardi rum, the heavy bottle flinging overhead and headed right for the head and hair of Jin. Luckily, Jeremiah stopped it before it made contact. Mind you, he stopped it by quickdrawing one of his guns and putting an incendiary bullet right through the thing, but still. It was the thought that counted.

COMBATSYS: Jin successfully hits Mila with Stone Head.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1              Jin
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Mila             1/=======/=======|

[MILA]
That attack by Jin was nothing like anything Mila had ever felt before. Even her sparring training and fighting in the DOA tournament was nothing like she had ever felt. Despite her attempts to protect herself, Mila got hit extra hard and was left staggering around, almost like SHE was the one who was drunk! But despite the bruises, and now the blood streaming from her nose, Mila still remains steadfast and refuses to give up! She slaps her face a few times to get herself back into things. Then she stares at Jin. Despite being hunched over and breathing extra quickly, Mila still points her fist at him.

"OK, it's time I brought out my secret weapon!" Mila says as she cracks her knuckles a few times. "This is one of my favorites, and I usually save it for last resorts... like this!" With that, Mila winds up quickly, then attempts to swiftly punch Jin in the stomach. If it hits, the impact will be enough to knock the wind out of Jin and leave him stunned while Mila delivers a series of punches with rapid accuracy, before sending him flying with one final punch!

COMBATSYS: Jin instinctively blocks Mila's Gatling Power Blow.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>--\1              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah successfully hits Jin with Firewater.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\1              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/---====|

[JIN]
A brief twist of the head and glance up at the spinning bottle, glinting at catching the light in the open air overhead before it shatters and the voluminous spread of flame roars into existence as it descends upon Jin. There's no place to leap to escape the spread as it falls even as he attempts to do so. Throwing one forearm up high to shield his eyes he weathers the rain of clinging fire and shattered glass without shrugging to off or attempting to extinguish the flames. A split second later a fist collides with chiselled abdominals and starts him on a path reeling backwards, eye's still covered he reacts to the barrage of punches at first by intercepting the first couple of blows with his free arm, quickly gaining momentum and using both arms to intercept and defend against each attack. As she advances, he steps back and sways into or away; instinctively moving like a boxing trainer with pads urging her on but meeting every strike and preventing it getting to the intended target. The flammable liquid still clinging to and burning in patches on both his pants and bare skin, Jin remains completely focused on Mila. Face grim and one eye forced closed as he tries to shut out the pain he starts looming over her, the more she hammered away the more implacable the defence became. Until a young man, unflinchingly burning, simply steps aside with a spin. One arm still at guard low they both diagonally parallel one another, a tachikata for the end of a movement.

Form complete and standing to her side he snaps a rapid hand chop out at the back of her neck to try and end this as gently as he dared- Before it got even more out of hand.

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Jin's Aggressive Strike.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>-\1              Jin
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Mila             0/-------/---====|

[JEREMIAH]
Whatever Jeremiah did in that house, it seemed he was feeling better. True, his face still looked partially like hamburger, but he was moving with a bit more grace as he leapt out the window and landed rough on the sand below. He didn't move like a ninja or a karate master, but the second his feet hit the ground beneath him he launched into a roll, keeping himself on balance even as he ran back out to the melee. As Jin focused on Mila, Jeremiah launched into the air, with what looked like a running Superman punch, a punch that was aided by a pair of brass knuckles that were aimed toward Jin's general head area. Whether the man turned around and took it in the face, or whether he was caught by surprise by a haymaker into the back of his skull or into his ear, it was sure to leave a lasting impression. If it hit, that is.

[MILA]
Trying her best to keep a strong face, especially after her final attempt was defended against with little effort, Mila raises her guard to protect against Jin's incoming attack, and while her blocking skills are on par, it's more than she can take. She'd be falling to the floor in a real MMA fight, but here, Mila's not about to let herself be defeated by this guy so easily, especially when it should've been easier! Instead, as she staggers and sways, Mila's got one last trick up her sleeve!

Mila drops to one knee, albeit rather close to Jin, and looks like she's about to collapse, but then she suddenly comes upwards with a swift uppercut, almost smoothly flying at Jin... and then twisting and falling flat onto the sand with a grunt.

COMBATSYS: Mila can no longer fight.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>-\1              Jin

COMBATSYS: Jin blocks Mila's Long Upper.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\1              Jin

COMBATSYS: Jin dodges Jeremiah's Intercepting Strike.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\1              Jin

Completely unaware of the spectacle going on behind him Jin is tracking it still because of the immense amount of noise a groun man can make rolling onto and then sprinting still across the beach toward him. His attention was still on the girl, who was making as to get back up again and continue to fight. He kept hammering away -- and she kept getting back up. His tolerance with it was beginning to wear thin but he wasn't quite sure if it was enjoyable or purely frustrating.

The kick off as Jeremiah launches himself off the ground, the sound of the man launching into the air with that odd striped suit of his flapping in the wind.. Jin simply leans forward to escape the trajectory the cowboy had launched himself into. The same moment he notices the girl lunging up at him.

Fist lodged against his chin, Jin's teeth are gritted and forced together, the arm that should have delivered a blow that sent him flying into the air however is stopped abruptly at that level. One arm crossed over her bicep, the other hand wrapped around her forearm the blow is stopped short of launching him into the air for her partner's reckless attack and short of the dazing blow it -could- have done if connecting at full power.

With that final nigh heroic action the girl succumbs and falls, Jin didn't even know her name. He hadn't been listening for it, or the old timer's name. Picking himself up and advancing on her now lone partner he makes no effort to brush off the lingering patches of fire even with the chance to do so. His pursuit of the man terminates at midranges and he cock a leg up and spears straight at Jeremiah with a chest height horse kick, that leg resplendent with the flame pattern now authentically charred and scattering cinders.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah parries Jin's Strong Kick!

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>--\1              Jin

[JEREMIAH]
Jeremiah was not a world class martial artist, this was made abundantly clear by how he flew hurtling past the incredible fighter Jin, until he was tumbling along the sand and working his way to his feet. As he worked to a standing position, spitting sand out his mouth, he was as Mila faltered and finally collapsed, knowing that it was gonna come down to Jin Kazama, who was known world wide as a complete badass...and Jeremiah, who the world didn't know existed before today. To say that it was an uphill battle for the gunslinger was more than a bit of an understatement.

But he saw that kick coming, and suddenly he wasn't worried about the odds, he was just letting his instincts and natural speed take over. Instead of trying to back away from the kick he ducked to one knee before rising back up again, taking the leg over his left shoulder and reaching up with his left hand to try and keep it there. What happened next was certainly dirty playing, but as far as the pistolero was concerned, it was all about survival at this point. Those same brass knuckles came around, throwing three quick rabbit punches, all aimed at Jin's groin blindingly fast. As if that wasn't enough, Jeremiah would end the attack by (hopefully) moving his foot out, trying to hook it behind Jin's standing foot and taking it out from under him, throwing the superior fighter to the sand.

Maybe.

COMBATSYS: Jin blocks Jeremiah's Armed Combo EX.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>-\1              Jin

[JIN]
Pretty spry despite appearances, seeing as Jin hadn't actually noticed the display leaping out of the window and running into that dive. The way he stepped in to ensnare the kids legs keeping them up high and him half of her centre and out of balance. Jin responds by opening his hand and catching each blow of the dusters painfully across his splayed palm; rather than let the blows reach him. By the time jemeiah kicks out at his leg Jins leg remains firmly grounded, stuck fast he's shifting his weight and leaning harder onto the older man, not one to back down after committing to a move jin just switches gears and resumes attacking with the move best suited to his purposes and position.

His heel twists and he extends the leg further out before swinging it back. Endangering Jeremiah's face and hat; The lower half of his Jin's leg snapping back and forth to wipe across to cowboy's face in rapid succession of the concussive blows.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah blocks Jin's Double Face Kick.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>--\1              Jin

[JEREMIAH]
This was a bad position to be in, Jeremiah felt his attacks being resisted and knew that he was in danger from one of them kicks. He saw the leg coming his way and barely managed to move his neck in the opposite direction. The effect was he felt the side of that foot scraping and bouncing along the side of his skull instead of smashing full on into it. But it went past him and he knew it was coming back the other way, being launched with the kick and thrown behind Jin just from the sheer power of that attack if nothing else. Flipping through the air and landing hard on his back, he scrambled to his feet and saw a brief fraction of a moment where maybe, just maybe he could get one over on this fearsome, black-haired foe of his. Lifting his own leg, Jeremiah threw out a kick, but this one aimed for the back of Jin's knee, aimed at the leg he was putting the most weight on. He just needed to slow his enemy down a bit, needed to fight his fight and not his enemy's. That's what was getting him in trouble, he reckoned.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah successfully hits Jin with Light Kick.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>-\1              Jin

[JIN]
Stumbling and his knee driven into the sand at a pained and jarring angle the boy stays in an upright crouch with the one knee down. The freeze in movement indicative of just how much it must've hurt; for lack of real expression of it beyond a subtle wince at the moment it happened. Jin should have fallen to his hands and knees as well but the boy extends back to counterbalance the fall. The unharmed leg snakes forward through the sand, extending away from Jeremiah and not posing a seemingly immediate threat to the onlookers it quickly becomes one.

The boy spirals around into a spinning roundhouse, while leaping into the air he spins into it but on the landing he coning chaining the next move into a low sweep, followed by another and bouncing up into a final spinning roundhouse.

With every hit the boy demonstrates no favouring of the limb or allowing of time for it to recover, he demonstrates how much strength remains by bounding into his next offensive move as if flaunting the strength remaining even after an injury has clearly or should have been been inflicted.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah barely manages to escape Jin's Spinning Demon!

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Jeremiah         0/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0              Jin

[JEREMIAH]
He dropped Mr. Kazama, but there was no way that was gonna be the end of it. Jeremiah started to back away instinctively, and it was a good thing he did, because those swooping kicks of death were heading right towards him! He very nearly got his head taken clean off before he dropped to his hands and knees, but that was no time to rest because he soon threw himself backwards to avoid the second kick, sand exploding up in the air from his sudden movement even as he very swiftly drew his left gun. As Jin was still spinning from that final kick, Jeremiah blindly fired at the mass before him. Even on Jeremiah's back, even in a stressful situation like he was, he wasn't half a bad aim. But would he be good enough to keep the martial artist at bay?

COMBATSYS: Jin dodges Jeremiah's Quickdraw.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|>>-----\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
Kicking up a cyclone of sand around them in waves and he spun and lashed out at the old timer did nothing but push the crowd and cameramen further out away from the pair of them. The bullet whizzing past Jin in the melee as he abruptly terminates the attack and comes to a halt, it buries itself in the sand a distance behind him and well far enough from any of the spectators.

It could have been a lucky dodge or well executed on the boy's part Jin is completely unfazed at the prospect of being shot at close range.He isn't treating those guns like they're an advantage because in his mind they aren't, yet the power needs to be respected.

Running the older man down was proving harder than he thought it would so Jin resolves to try and pin him down. Going after the gun arm that had taken the shot he perforsm a quick dash in and tries so sieze and then turn the gunslingers own gun hand up behind his back, using the weapon as well for extra leverage before the launching shoulder throw across Jins back and further downs the beach; but at a harsh angle and heavy impact into the sand.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah dodges Jin's Strong Throw.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0              Jin

[JEREMIAH]
Jeremiah looked like a mess, but his eyes were still sharp and even his reflexes were still somewhat there even in his exhaustion. Jin had danced in looking for the gunslinger's left arm, but he just pulled it back, twirling the gun as he did so and bringing his right hand around to give the fire-pantsed legend something to think about: In effect, his other gun was coming down handle first for the side of Jin's head, trying to daze his opponent with those heavy weapons.

COMBATSYS: Jin fails to interrupt Crushing Strike from Jeremiah with Wind Godfist.
- Power fail! -

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
Dropping low with one fist drawn back the kid whirls on his failed attempt to seize hold of Jeremiah. One arm pulling back and cocked at his side her fair skids in place begins to pivot around into a huge rising uppercut that'd send the old man flying into the clear blue sky.

The handle of the gun smashing into his cheek as the lad powers into it, the strength of the blow as he was moving right into it is bone jarring. Sending him tumbling, still seeing stars and with a sharp ringing in his ears the kid comes to a stop on his hands and knees, hardly supporting himself.

In a moments span though he pulls a knee up out of the sand, sets a gauntleted hand on the back on the knee, and starts the laborious and dizzying effort of wobbling back to his feet.

Jin still had no idea what'd hit him but he sure as hell recognized how deeply he was in trouble. He wasn't even seeing straight right now and was still intent on winning, nothing else mattered right now.

[JEREMIAH]
"Yer pretty damn tough, you know that kid?"

Immediately as he spoke he was checking the sandalwood finish of his revolver's handle, idly feeling along to make sure no terrible damage was done. After a moment he seemed to be satisfied, and instead took to checking the ammunition in them. As the cameras got closer again thanks to the lull in violence, they'd no doubt see the gunfighter quickly filling up his weapons with bullets, spinning the chambers and giving them a twirl to see how they felt. Satisfied, Jeremiah looked down at his momentarily staggered opponent and cleared his throat, still twirling those guns and studying his opponent fairly closely. Briefly he glanced over to see if Mila was alright over on the ground, but that didn't last very long. The priority was dropping this bastard, and getting out of here alive.

"Need a moment, friend? Or are we good to go?"

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah focuses on his next action.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
Jin keeps pushing himself; to his feet and to keep fighting. With the unexpected reprieve he brushes at his cheek with the forearm guard but doesn't even both glancing at it. Blood woundn't show up well on the red leather but it's unique to the fight in that he finally reacts to one of the blows with something not an attack. Standing there with his guard down he's by no means unguarded yet it's an expression of trust. He's unsure how to take a compassionate gesture like this since it's been a long time since something like it had happened before.

"You could have finished it there."

But the older man hadn't. Even in asking if Jin needed a moment the man had given him more recovery time than he needed. Wordlessly slipping back into stance with arms at guard and angled to face the gunslinger directly, yet not advancing on him. A singular display of fair play and suddenly the boy was off centre, acting as though a whole different side of his character had been exposed.

He would challenge whatever the older man had to offer and if his strength was insufficient, he'd fall. The match was supposed to be simple, the setting and proceeding up until that moment had been completely familiar.

COMBATSYS: Jin gains composure.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0              Jin

[JEREMIAH]
Jeremiah nodded, watching as Jin worked his way to a standing position, twirling his guns and every so often holstering them, only to redraw and start the process over again. It seemed to be a way to keep his hands busy, and most probably was a way to build up that agility and hand dexterity required to be a gunfighter such as himself. Every so often, while "practicing", he'd aim the guns at Jin and pull back the hammers, before pushing them back into place and continuing the exercise. Would he or wouldn't he? Was he gonna fire, or was he gonna honor the miniature truce. But he spoke as they both took the time they needed.

"Well that wouldn't be very neighborly of me, would it? Besides, I was stallin'."

The words weren't even out of his mouth before he dashed over, running as fast as he could and throwing what looked like a field goal kick, digging up sand with the attack and hopefully masking the true target of the attack, Jin's stomach or solar plexus. The hope was that Jin would think this was aiming for the groin again, and that would give him an edge.

Hopefully.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah successfully hits Jin with Strong Kick.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
The scales falls form Jin's eyes. Of course his opponent was stalling for something, or planning his next move. More fool him for thinking it was something else, his grandfather instructed him to expect better than that; no quarter should be asked or given.

Jin does indeed expect the strike to the groin form that low angle of attack, stepping in and turning his lower body away from the blow he hops above the apparent line of attack traveling away - and is collected spectacularly when left vulnerable in mid-air when the blow actually lands. The heavy blow to the front of his knee and shin is almost disabling on its own before he crashes back to earth with his entire bodyweight on both knees.

As Jin comes back up the stance slumps a little as he seriously and visibly favours the leg, taking weight off it as the necessary feedback filtered through the haze of pain and nausea.

The arms alternate, pumping back and forth into an aggressive stance like a weapon being cocked and Jin launches himself pack with a classic straight aimed just under the jaw of the older man. Until he flat out cold he just - won't - stop.

COMBATSYS: Jin successfully hits Jeremiah with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -

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Jeremiah         1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0              Jin

[JEREMIAH]
The kick lands and Jeremiah is on a roll, until the second he isn't. When Jin is rising up hobbling on that leg, Jeremiah is walking towards the younger, more decorated fighter with a purpose, with his hands resting on those guns of his and prepared to use them if he needs to. Unfortunately he never even gets the chance, taken by surprise with a Kazama-sized punch right to the soft, meaty part of his jaw, the part that was all tender muscle. Needless to say that spittle flies from the desperado's mouth and he goes down in an awful heap to the ground. But he's not just down here to mope, he's got a definite plan. Laying on the ground he raises his leg and kicks at the ankle and shin of Jin's bad leg, hoping to get the fighter down on equal footing.

And there, if that connects, Jeremiah would roll to his knees while throwing wild lefts and rights, showing all the finesse of a bar room brawl and all the restraint of a wild animal. He would continue the flurry, mixing them in with headbutts, knees, and every other udignified street fighting maneuver someone could think of, all of them aimed for the head and face of his current opponent.

If things went his way, and Jin was on the ground from this concentrated assault, Jeremiah would even resort to stomping Jin on the ground, throwing in little soccer kicks amidst the stomps for good measure.

There'd be no dignified, definite end to this "combo", Jeremiah would just run out of steam, and start to walk away when finally exhausted and sucking in oxygen like a smoker who needed lung surgery.

Of course, all of this would only happen if the initial attack worked.

COMBATSYS: Jin counters Alabama Beatdown from Jeremiah with Over The Limit EX.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
Stood hunched forward and low after his initial lunge the boy reacts to an attack at his already damaged legs by punching down and grabbing a hold of the leg before it can make contact. He was expecting something like it, and the frosty set to his eyes said it all 'That was to predictable' straightening with the limb held fast and starts pulling Jeremiah up by the leg before he can gain enough purchase to attack with his other leg or put several bullets in the Mishima.

Taking the one step forward and presenting his good knee Jin turns into the cowboy's body, and bows him around the teen even like a child winding a long scarf, as Jeremiah is drawn up off the beach and into the air Jin drives his elbow to the other man's clavicle and sends his spinning away with additional force as the momentum breaks across Jin's knee and the cowpoke sent along end over end.

[JEREMIAH]
Well, that didn't work. His rampage was cut short immediately, thrown up into the air, elbowed into the throat, and a knee was launched into his spine that sent him tumbling head over heels in the sand as pain radiated throughout his entire body. He went tumbling face first into a sand hill that had been sitting in the sun for hours, baking and absorbing heat, and the impact was the farthest thing from comfortable as Jeremiah could imagine right now. He almost didn't move for a moment, and when he finally, weakly pushed himself up, his strength gave out and he collapsed again. Or did he? He rolled to his back and, while his hand looked to be nursing his stomach, it was revealed to be holding one of those damn guns. He tried this before and it didn't work. This needed to succeed this time, or Jeremiah was a dead man!

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah successfully hits Jin with Gutshot.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0              Jin

COMBATSYS: Jin takes no action.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
Jin just moderately far away further down the beach staggers and falls with the report of the gun. For the first time: a strangled cry boardering on a scream. Through gritted teeth Jin fights to hold on to consciousness while lying flat on the sand, one arm tucked beneath him and covering his abdominals, where the round had hit. The officials move into immediately to call the match but Jin refuses to stay down. Rolling his shoulder up off the beach he slaps his hand down and pushes himself back up with a wordless cry head lolling back like he was cursing something in it.

He should be out cold, not climbing back to his feet, gasping for air and keeping any further screams and complaints in through force of will and a clamped jaw. Some of the more sensitive members of the SNF fight staff are even looking away or troubled as to what to do.

The fight's not over yet.

back on his feet he lifts the palm covering his stomach and stares down at the hand slathered in red. Even as he takes on footstep forward he keeps staring down at it. So he was willing to go this far to win? There was something he dimply recalled about gut shots begins very dangerous and sometimes proving fatal. A bad way to die.

The way the kid keeps moving forward towards and obvious intent on Jeremiah, he'd beat the man within an inch of his life in the very least. A Righteous fury and delirium swimming around in his teenage head.

[JEREMIAH]
The second he made the shot and saw Jin collapse to the ground, he exhaled a sigh of pure effort and closed his eyes, collapsing his head on the sand behind him, twirling that gun and holstering it even in his exhausted state. He was feeling the effects of this fight, feeling the pain wracking his body, and feeling like his arms and legs were on fire from constantly pushing himself. Idly, he pulled a cigarillo from that gunbelt of his, putting it to his mouth and keeping it there in place, while his hand idly rummaged around, trying to find his lighter. It took a few long moments, but eventually fire was brought to the tip of that tobacco stick, and Jeremiah felt himself starting to drift into unconsciousness already.

But, it appeared that wasn't gonna be an option, was it? He heard footsteps staggering in the sand, he smelled blood, and his eyes opened to regard the angry mass stalking towards him.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!"

Immediately he groaned in frustration, eyes rolling even as he rolled to his left side, working his way to his knees gingerly and pushing himself up to his feet.

Except, it was more than a push. Even now, he was figuring how to use his momentum and deceit to his advantage, using the momentum and inertia of his rise to launch toward Jin with those brass knucks around his right fist yet again. A straight right hook aimed right for the mush of the now wounded fighter. It was practically a lovetap, but it was the best he could do right now.

COMBATSYS: Jin interrupts Weapon Jab from Jeremiah with Stone Head.

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Jeremiah         1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
Still staggering forward Jin looks to be completely open and some of the fight staff are looking to /someone/ in authority to stop this before- before someone gets killed. What staff form the Misima Zaibatsu are on hand hardly even bat an eye and make no efforts to stop any part of what's going on. The director even is hard pressed to get to his comm setup and the hand held recorders in use by some of the staff are in evidence. The more the SNF staff want to call it there, the harder the Zaibatsu staff intervene to stop it.

This is a Mishima family beach party. You are guests here, don't look away. See how the Mishima rise to power and keep a firm grasp on it.

The crunch that should signalled the end of the match and set the youngest to the floor insensate instead comes at his hands as the boy smashes through the pain barriers and despite the cip on the side of his already scrambled head he smashes his brow into the face of the cowboy at a speed as best he can manage.

Likewise reeling from the hit Jin has to shake his head to try and clear the cobwebs before he can prosecute, it was not a well-planned out assault but it was instinctual and violent.

[JEREMIAH]
The punch whiffed and Jeremiah fell backwards like a falling tree, he might have been concussed, and though he didn't know it, his nose seemed to be broken as well. His hair was covered with sand, and his cigarillo had flown through the air from the impact, the lit stick twirling through the air, and landing right near Jeremiah's left hand. Where it touched a fuse, and the fuse was then lit. Attached to that fuse, with a long, thick red stick, one that was thrown up in an arc, up near the head of the fighter that had just destroyed Jeremiah Ezekiel Jackson. And with blood trickling from his nose, his eyes looking like raccoon's eyes, he managed a weak smile.

"Cadtch, you sod ob a bidch!"

It wasn't very smart to throw dynamite so close to where he was, but at this point he didn't give a damn...well, mostly didn't. He still spun around and tried to cover his head, just from sheer instinct.

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah successfully hits Jin with Short Fuse.
Glancing Blow

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0              Jin

[JIN]
The sparking stick flying toward him causes the teens eyes to widen dramatically. An explosive at this kind of range?? He swats it aside with a slap of his hand and where it falls to the ground nearby there's an immense shockwave and eruption of sand that washes over the beach briefly after. The fireball rises but it's the shockwave that buffets everyone present and hurls Jin to the ground. The moment the wave passes the kid rises again it's as if taken verbatim from a terminator film.

He can't hear a thing anymore blood falling form the ear closest the blast and one eye fixed closed, his vision wavers back and forth but he's still intent on reaching the cowboy buried where he lay. There are more camera's down than not and people taking cover than those still covering the match. It's a warzone where people are deafened, crawling away or panicking and the whole time Jin can only thing about is smashing the cowboy into a pulp where he lies or if he stands back up the kid won't let up until he punches himself out.

There wasn't much gas left in the tank anyhow so that was going to become a reality and very quickly so no matter how he fought and struggled.

COMBATSYS: Jin can no longer fight.

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Jeremiah         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah parries Jin's Ultimate Punches EX!

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Jeremiah         0/-------/------=|

[JEREMIAH]
The blast hit more than just Jin. Jeremiah himself was knocked silly from the impact and the force of the explosion, hurtling away until the back of his head bumped against the bottom stairs of the Kazama beach house. He wasn't even able to crawl, unable to lift himself up, his arm burned from the exertion required to wipe sweat and blood from his forehead and flick it aside, and he was finding it hard to even stay conscious. Out the corner of his eye he saw the shadow of Jin staggering up to him, and the cowboy was too tired to even be nervous. Instead he felt Jin climb atop of him and he saw the raised fists, this mma-style ground and pound would definitely hurt.

So he didn't let it happen. He moved his head, he wormed his body out the way, when possible he even used both arms to deflect shots and this all gave him the surge of adrenaline he needed to roll the form of Mr. Kazama off of him, to crawl away, and somehow, somehow, try to make it to his feet. He failed many times on his way out to grab his hat, sitting alone and upside down atop a miniature sand dune, but by the time he put it on his head, he was able to take in a pained breath through his nose, and stagger almost dead toward the SNF and Zaibatsu staff respectively.

"Fight's over, boys. Get those people some help. And get me the hell out of here."

Even just talking caused him to nearly collapse and black out, but he managed to stay upright. And take staggered, pained baby steps off toward the sunset. More specifically, off toward his cheap motel where he could collapse for a few weeks. If this was what winning felt like, Jeremiah sure as shit never wanted to lose!

COMBATSYS: Jeremiah has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:05:38 06/15/2016 by Jin, and last modified on 22:21:46 06/20/2016.