Match of the Millennium

Description: Aaron Fang faces the Neo-League forerunner in the high Rockies, placing Rochelle out of her usual comfort zone and putting Aaron in his natural environment.

[AARON]
On the summit of Pikes Peak, Aaron sat down on his camp stool and ate his lunch. The cold harsh winds blew about flurries of snow. The sun was just peaking over the mountains and lighting up the clear sky. Aaron was cloaked in a sturdy winter coat, thick wool pants, and heavy leather boots, fully prepared for the weather.

Less harsh conditions were readily and far more easily available. Aaron selected this location for a good reason. He knew about his opponent's normal choice of clothing, not wanting to cause something that may harm honest image, he made sure that the location would prevent such dress. It didn't matter to him. He would not mind the cold, even with the terrible wind chill.

As the cog railroad began to make its way up the mountain, Aaron took his sturdy bow, and began to string it.

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle was aware that the match she agreed to had inclement weather variables at play, mainly the snow flurries and the low air pressure. She was trained to fight in the jungles of Indonesia, making this particular battle a challenge in several ways. She was most concerned about footing, since her martial arts relied on footwork combined with hands and weapons linking together on a subconscious level from finely honed motor reflexes. You can't change motor reflexes without difficult, constantly practice exercises, so she would be at a disadvantage.

Rochelle sat in the railroad car, holding her titanium staff, telescoped inwards into a rod, in her gloved hand. She wore thin leather gloves over her hands to protect her from the snow and biting chill. Over her upper body was a black leather coat with buckskin lining, the collar turned outwards around her neck to display the soft deer fur. Beneath the jacket was a tight lycra shirt, for flexible movement. A tight belt bangled around her hips leading into a pair of leather jeans, tighter than normal, but with the same buckskin lining as her coat. The entire ensemble ended in a pair of black hiking boots, with steel toes inside, and flannel socks worn beneath them.

Rochelle slipped on a pair of black goggles to cut down the glare of the sun and snow, and stepped out of the railroad car. Thumbing the switch on her rod, the staff telescoped out into its full fighting form, and she spun it about in her right hand as she approached Aaron. She's frowning, knowing that the Boy Scout did this to her deliberately, with the selection of battlefield.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle has started a fight here.

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Rochelle         0/-------/-------|

[AARON]
As the rail car made it to the top, Aaron stood up. He walked toward Rochelle bow in hand. When he made eye contact with her, he smiled, and waved. "Hello Miss, it's an honor see you." Aaron was greeting his opponent, looking forward to their fight. "I hope you are feeling well, how was the trip? If your ready, please let me know so we can get started right away."

COMBATSYS: Aaron has joined the fight here.

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Aaron            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle's hidden eyes lock onto Aaron's from behind her ski goggles, and her breathing cycle falls along with his as she enters a shallow meditative Silat mimicry. "You have an odd idea of treating a girl to a date, Mr. Fang, if she has to dress up instead of down," she says breathlessly at the exhale as Aaron does the same. There's a flicker of chi along her fingertips as she spins the staff into place before her, gripping the lower diagonal with her upturned left hand, moving into a combat stance.

"Of course, it did give me an excuse to shop."

Rochelle takes three steps forward across the snow and rock of the mountain top, before falling into a roll with her staff held horizontal, so as not to disrupt her somersault by striking the ground. She comes out if the roll in a crouch and twists her staff about, the titanium pole coming down with a swift whistle at Aaron's left shoulder, from her right side.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle successfully hits Aaron with Blooming Lily.

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Aaron            0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
Aaron held out his bow as Rochelle came tumbling at him. Her metal staff bypassed his bow and struck his left shoulder. Aaron was sent back across the snow. His think coat spared him many of the sharp points of the rocks. With distance put between them, Aaron pulled himself onto a rock and pulled back his bowstring. Light began to collect at his finger tips. He let loose his string and a beam of light burst forward, shinning brightly on the morning snow.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle dodges Aaron's Arrow of Light.

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Aaron            0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle rolls to her right from the crouch and allows the arrow of light to go streaming past her, coming to a kneel again after the revolution is complete. She rises to a standing position, smiling softly, and tossing her head, allowing her red ponytail to flash around behind her.

"Sorry, Scout, I prefer to get more personal than a mere arrow and cross."

Rochelle dashes forward across the snow, her black boot treads and the hidden steel within the toes crunching across the snow between them, before she launches herself off the ground and spins, her staff flying about with the sun glissing off it in a shimmering swirl. As this happens, her leg glows with bright red crimson chi that matches her dyed hair, lashing out with an adrenaline surged boot at Aaron's face. This performed, she drops to the ground, right fingers held limp and placed on her knee, bo staff in her left hand as she looks up and forward.

COMBATSYS: Aaron blocks Rochelle's Moonlight Butterfly.

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Aaron            0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
Aaron watched as the red glare of Rochelle launched up into the air and homed in on him. When her boot closed in on the scout's face, he brought up his hardwood bow. The boot was blocked by the bow. But the force still remained and Aaron was knocked off his high rock.

With the rock separating them, Aaron had an opportunity. Aaron walked softly around the bolder. His bow was held like an ax, the Ironwood eagle head applying all the force to one point. When the time was right, Aaron swung the bow around the bolder at Rochelle's back, the bow shining a bright white light. Softly he spoke.

"As you wish"

COMBATSYS: Aaron successfully hits Rochelle with Good Turn.

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Aaron            0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle's eyes scanned about from behind her black goggles, icy fog coming out of her mouth as she slowly and carefully attempted to determine Aaron's location from the sound of his boots crunching on the ground. But the high flurries of the mountain screamed too loud, allowing Fang to sneak up on her. The bow slams into her back, knocking her to her knees as she emitted a scream, before she fell forward onto her hands, head sulking forward as she intoned ragged, angry breathes.

"Dickhead," she hissed under her breath, her fingers tightening around the staff.

There's a violent shift in the snow she's in as she turns about on her knees with her right leg straight to allow her to leverage the bo staff around into a swing at Aaron's chin tip, right on the extension of his jaw. The tip makes a whirling flash as the sun cuts through the snow behind her, rising up to both feet as she completes the move, holding the bo in both hands.

COMBATSYS: Aaron dodges Rochelle's Random Strike.

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Aaron            0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
Aaron sees Rochelle rapid turn, and reflexively leans back. The titanium tip whizzed through the thin mountain air. Gripping his bow tightly with both hands, Aaron spied an opening. With the bottom of his heavy bow, Aaron drove the wood right at Rochelle's hip. Sending her back down just as she got up.

COMBATSYS: Aaron successfully hits Rochelle with Light Strike.
Grazing Hit

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Aaron            0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle fades to the side as the bow is jammed towards her hip, allowing it to push instead of slam, and sending her to the ground in a spin that she recovers from by landing with her opposite leg straight, struck leg on the knee. She allows Aaron a feral grin, her intention hidden behind her ski goggles.

Rochelle bursts off the ground in a rush with her bo held before her, across both hands. She attempts to slam into Aaron with the staff held crosswise, slamming it into him to knock him over and off his feet. She's adjusting to the snow, now, and intends on using it to her advantage.

COMBATSYS: Aaron auto-guards Rochelle's Medium Strike.

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Aaron            0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
Rochelle came charging at Aaron. When the titanium came to slam him down, he swung his bow as well. The titanium staff clattered on the rock as it was knocked aside. With haste, Aaron swung the bow back at Rochelle. The beak aimed for Rochelle's clavicle. Aaron was moving efficiency, in contrast to Rochelle's acrobatics.

COMBATSYS: Aaron successfully hits Rochelle with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -

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Aaron            0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle is shifted aside with an awkward distribution of force and movement, hitting rock as she held it. Pushing herself to her feet to avoid being taken across the back of her head, she emits a scream as the bow's beak slams into her clavicle, producing a crunching shift that follows its way into Aaron's hand through the bow, via the vibration of the strike. She drops to her knee, shuddering as her eyes tear up in agony behind her goggles. She stares at Aaron in rage, teeth baring themselves, clenched as she draws heavy, angry breathes, the fracture on her collarbone causing her arm to shiver as she attempts to firm it up, the bone grinding against bone and shifting her torso off balance.

"Your last name is well deserved," she intones gravely, growling. She tosses the bo to the wounded arm and stands up with a quick, cringing boost off her staff, sending her operational hand directly at Aaron's teeth, all of her gloved fingers working together with her thumb bent beneath them and above her palm.

COMBATSYS: Aaron blocks Rochelle's Finger Dagger Harmony.

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Aaron            0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1         Rochelle

[AARON]
Aaron raised his hand to Rochelle's strike. His palm collided with his face, but it was a trifling matter. Aaron threw down her hand and held his bow tightly. He retained his soft polite voice, and corrected her. %
"It means square actually."

Holding on fiercely, Aaron swung his bow at Rochelle's ribcage. The wood whistled in the wind as the eagle's beak traveled over the snow.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle interrupts Strong Strike from Aaron with Glittering Monsoon.

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Aaron            1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
A flare of crimson energy scintillates around Rochelle, the bow striking Rochelle's ribs but sliding to the side, as she smiles and jumps up into the air. Her foot explodes upwards with a kick at Aaron's jaw, her other leg bent at the knee beneath her, as she takes to the air and knocks the archer over with the sudden explosion of force. She lands and swivels her bo staff around in her hands, slamming the end of the staff down into Aaron's collar bone, jamming it into place with a collar bone strike of her own. She grits her teeth in pain from her own bone fracture in the same spot grinding bone on bone beneath her flesh, causing her to breath more deeply than she'd prefer.

"Now we're even."

[AARON]
Aaron starts to remember all of his other Neo-League fights as his jaw is kicked with the rocketing boot. He barely knew what was happening when Rochelle follows up. The metal hits his collar bone with the vibrating sound of metal. Aaron was knocked back, and skid across the snowy rocks.

When he regained control, he saw that he had regained distance. Aaron came to a stand, bow forward, arrows at the ready. The winds whipped with colors of red and white. There was the cry of a Bald Eagle when Aaron began to speak.

"I am sorry for no longer being able to get close and personal like you asked. But yes, we're squared away."

COMBATSYS: Aaron takes aim.

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Aaron            1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle gingerly moves her shoulder in her socket on her wounded side, lips curling down as she grinds her teeth. As Aaron distances himself from the Syndicate assassin, she spins her staff in her right hand, the wind causing her bright red ponytail to whip about behind her. She knows he has supremacy with that bowshot that is likely incoming, and her options have narrowed to one logical course of action, from her pool of actionable techniques she feels she is capable of.

"We'll see," she says, too quietly to be heard over the mountain gale.

Rochelle begins walking forward, then breaks into a dash and shoves her staff into the ground in front of her. The light weight, hollow titanium bends as she leaps into the air and launches herself off the staff as it snaps straight behind her, sending her flying at Aaron with a single leg out. Her body blazes with crimson chi, a ball of the energy around the extended leg, as she plays chicken with the Boy Scout, daring him to attempt to pluck her from the sky as she becomes a bird of paradise.

COMBATSYS: Aaron blocks Rochelle's Golden Storm.

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Aaron            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
There is an age old question of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object. The answer is that the unstoppable force keeps moving elsewhere. That is just how Aaron reacts to. He held his bow close to him at his side. Rochelle's boot with its crimson cloak buckles with the wood but keeps moving forward.

With the same movement of redirecting the kick, Aaron aims his bow at Rochelle. He notches the first arrow, it shimmered red right back. He fires it, and then the next, and the next, and the next. Twelve arrows flew out at Rochelle in blinding succession. Each one imbued with the 12 points of the Scout's Law.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle blocks Aaron's Empowered Scout’s Law.

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Aaron            0/-------/---<<<<|======-\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle flies sidelong away from Aaron as he turns about, the shift throwing her momentum and casting her to the side. She lands in an unstable three point, a pained moan coming from her lips as she feels that broken collarbone come into play again. She turns about, the collarbone preventing her from using her bo staff to turn the arrows aside with perfect form, instead forcing her to rely upon survival instincts. Stumbling and shuddering and shivering, she slaps arrows aside as she does her best to weave and lean. She ends up with four arrows in her, an additional fifth having grazed right across the side of her head and into the base of her ear before passing. Bloody and tattered, she groans and hisses in pain as she snaps each arrow into a base, without removing them, fearing the resultant blood loss. She takes her time doing this, being careful, as blood leaks down the side of her neck.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle gains composure.

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Aaron            0/-------/---<<<<|=====--\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
His arrows fired, Aaron moved in. He gripped his bow in his left hand and crossed his arms as he navigated across the rocks.

"Please let us end this quickly" Aaron begged. "I can see you shiver, you need to get warmed up for your own safety Miss."

Once he was in reach, Aaron swung his bow at Rochelle, aiming for her torso. He would follow up on the opening by whipping out three arrows at point blank range.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle blocks Aaron's Scout Salute.

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Aaron            0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle keels forward and falls as the bow hits her ribs, hacking up a mouthful of blood onto the snow. She manages to recover as the arrows are strung at her point blank, pushing herself up and swinging her staff side to side for each, knocking each of them to the side as she takes a step backwards, favoring her strong side. She crosses her bo staff before her in both hands, her left hand gripping it white knuckle as she grimaces from pain, and she unleashes a flashing chi kick at Aaron's jaw.

"Not likely."

COMBATSYS: Aaron dodges Rochelle's Rapids Beneath Bridge.

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Aaron            0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0         Rochelle

[AARON]
Aaron saw the incoming kick and stepped aside. The boot went up into the empty air and the snow sprung up into glittering dust. Bow in hand, Aaron swung it again in a wide reach. Afterward he would send forth his empty fist to drive his knuckles into her face. Even then, he still begged her.

"Please reconsider, you are coughing up blood."

COMBATSYS: Rochelle endures Aaron's Scout's Honor!

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Aaron            0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle fell forward after the kick, slow and agonized by her wounds, before the bow slapped her across the face, snapping her head to the side. And then, the punch snapped her head backwards. She snarled at him, and charged forward into the fray with both hands on her staff, holding it horizontal and attempting to overbear him with a jump into his personal space, the staff meant to thrust across his throat and take him to the ground with a pounce. She did not hold the attack for long, screaming as the collarbone finally gave out and she spasmed unconscious from shock.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Aaron dodges Rochelle's Pouncing Spider.

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Aaron            0/-------/--=====|

[AARON]
Aaron winced as he heard the cracking of bone. He felt her blood on his knuckles when his pulled away his fist. He watched as Rochelle leaped at him, holding her staff like a spear. When she was closing in on impact, the Eagle Scout plunged down to the rocks and Rochelle flew over.

Aaron did not see what happened when she hit the rocks. He just heard a crack. Aaron walked across the blood stained snow to his pack. Red specks were already covering it. He carried his pack over to Rochelle.

He quickly stabilized her bones, and stopped her bleeding. He wrapped her up in his own coat and carried her down the rocks to the medics below. He told her

"Don't worry Ma'am, you'll be fine, you'll be fine."

COMBATSYS: Aaron has ended the fight here.

Log created on 10:53:06 11/05/2016 by Rochelle, and last modified on 08:00:34 11/07/2016.