Match of the Millennium

Description: An experienced young man faces off against an inexperienced senior on the fitting backdrop of southtown's Fish Market!

[ROLAND]
There's not a ton of standing Neo League invitations around, at the moment; one of them that might catch one's eye is a man named Roland Brown. He's not had much activity in the recent years, but his win record is fairly decent... and he's apparently only just returned to Southtown in the last few weeks. It's not particularly clear how much of a match he is for Banyu, but technically he seems rated for the same class... even if it does state it as 'unverified'.

Still, when the cameras are set and a modest crowd of locals and the rare League fan assembles, the center currently cleaned up and surrounded by large crates and the occasional aquarium for high catches; technically outside the range of a fight, but not by much.

And... he's late. Roland is very late. Ten minutes pass... it seems that Banyu's on the verge of being made the default winner... when a clearly bleary-eyed young man staggers into view, rubbing the side of his head. Six foot two, with a solidly athletic body, he's wearing an entirely disheveled white shirt and a pair of jogging pants that both look like he just rolled out of bed. What hair pokes from beneath his worn leather cowboy hat is heading in every which direction.

"What the hell...?! I said I was coming back, but I didn't know these jackasses were gonna re-open my fighting challenge..." Roland looks -- very hung over. The red in his eyes, the slight wobble in how he stands. And, notably to some, his missing right arm; it's an old wound clearly, fully healed, but his mighty stump has a number of angry scars that indicate it was not removed harmlessly.

Well... he might not be in his best form, but...

[BANYU]
"You are late."

Banyu speaks out. The old man had been sitting on the center, cross-legged. Looking around and being reminded of some of his best catches and moments by all the fish around. He stands up, facing the slightly-shorter man. "No matter. We will fight all the same." Taking a few steps back, he does not bother formally greeting his opponent- That opportunity had passed when Roland did not arrive in time. The man is large, with tree-trunks of arms and legs- But a sizable belly. Wearing a traditional black Pancek-Silat uniform, with a skirt and headband both in a intricately designed blue wave-like pattern.

"I respect a fighter such as you- Still going strong after hardship." Referring to his arm, the large man enters his stance. Legs wide, and low. What's known as the horse stance across many martial arts. His hands are open, with the fingers curled and facing forward, one in the front, facing roland, and the second in his side, facing the sky. "I was on the verge of being granted the victory- That would have displeased me. Best of luck."

[ROLAND]
Bleary green eyes take in Banyu, squinting a couple time as if trying to get him in focus. There's absolutely no sense of apology from Roland; if anything, he seems to be the one who feels entitled that this is a giant inconvenience. "I have a... headache." Roland says, still slowly rubbing the fingers of his remaining hand around his temple. "Shit, old man, you're pretty ripped." It does seem a bit impressed, to be fair. He backs away to settle on his own side, but seems to briefly lose his balance and almost tumble backwards. "Hardships...? Hahaha! Money's the best way to get past a hardship! These little bouts pay decently, you know?! Although not so much when it's a couple unknowns... gotta get my name out there..." There's the sound of a ding, then the announcer indicates the fight has officially started. "Oh... uh, gimme a second... I'm still waking up..." Roland murmurs, eyes closing as he gives a few slap-slap-slaps to the unshaven side of his face. Clearly taking things to a disrespectfully casual level...

COMBATSYS: Banyu has started a fight here.

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Banyu            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here.

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Roland           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Banyu

[BANYU]
"I would think you to take this more seriously, young man- Go on then, enter your stance." He says, grumbling in annoyance a little, as he breathes in and out heavily. "I do not have all day--"

[ROLAND]
"Oh, yes..." Roland says, one slit eye watching Banyu. Moving to instead scratch the back of his head, his own stance casual. Disarmed. Certainly not something anyone with even minimal combative experience would consider 'combat ready'. Waiting for the old fisherman's guard to drop. "...It'll just be one sec--BOO YEAH!!"

Roland suddenly kicks off the ground, launching himself straight towards the larger fighter! He whirls around, swinging his heel in an overhead arc; dropping it from straight above, despite the trajectory for the most part seeming to come from the side until the last moment. "Thanks for the mercy, old man!! I'll use it well!!"

COMBATSYS: Banyu dodges Roland's Strong Kick.

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Roland           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0            Banyu

[BANYU]
"Hmph. Disfavoring honor for a strategic advantage."

Banyu says, as he shifts his body to the side slightly, before raising upward, balancing on one leg and trying to slam his knee into Roland, followed up by a overhead with the back of his fist, while he comes down into horse. He then contracts the same arm while raising it upward, serving as a final upward elbow-strike. He then takes a measures step back, keeping himself out of close-quarters distance.

"Coba lagi, bodoh." (Try again, fool.)

COMBATSYS: Banyu successfully hits Roland with Anchor Drop.

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Roland           0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0            Banyu

[ROLAND]
The foot slams down, on empty air. Hitting the ground with a great, resolute CRACK that damages the sturdy foundation. A definite look of confusion from Roland... he hadn't expected the old man to be able to move so quickly. Disoriented as a result, he confirms where Banyu is... when a knee drives into his stomach, lifting him clean out of the air. A second fist-strike drives him down, bouncing off the ground like a ragdoll before that elbow sends him flying backwards.

Roland bounces once, skidding along and tumbling until he ends up thumping into a stack of pallets, shakily adjusting the cowboy hat on his head. "T-that didn't go like I hoped..." he admits. Still, Banyu likely confirmed he's got a rather well-built body; there was little technique in absorbing that trifecta of blows, simply physical gifts!

Getting back up, he exhales and brings up his hand. "We're in this to win...! You're the one that gave me the opportunity. The fight already started... you gonna blame me?!" Before Roland clenches his fist, gathering up a green ball of energy. Twisting around, he snaps his fist out, and a green spear of chi flies between him and the other man; aiming to slam into him, before after a brief delay exploding into a great rush of force!

COMBATSYS: Banyu blocks Roland's Blackjack.

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Roland           1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0            Banyu

[BANYU]
Banyu gives a satisfied nod as his combo is rendered successful, listening to the man's words as he remains in his stance, and doesn't respond. Watching the emerald spear surge his way as he braces himself; It smashes againt his forearm, creating a bright light as the projectile seems to dissipate, leaving only scratch-esque marks. "Impressive." He steps toward Roland to close the distance again, not faltering from his stance; attemping to smack the thug with a back-hand toward the face.

COMBATSYS: Roland blocks Banyu's Aggressive Strike.

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Roland           1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0            Banyu

[ROLAND]
A bit of a stagger from Roland as he gets back to his feet, spitting blood to the side. Green eyes take in Banyu once more, before he brings up his own left arm; it's much less bulky then the fisherman's own, and his brutal blow is only slowed, not completely stopped -- thumping him across the face despite his efforts, if not nearly so hard. "Oh...?! Getting up close to me, are you?!" he asks, before sweeping up his left hand in a strange arc, trailing green energy. Only to jab out two fingers, trying to hit Banyu right between the eyes.

A moment later he dashes forward, unleashing a chi-enhanced knee trying to hit Banyu in the solar plexus while aiming to catch his face within his hands -- then twist, to try and hurl the back of his skull down into the ground with a second, fierce explosion of that emerald power!! Just in case Banyu doubted whether or not his dishonor extended to /other/ things...

COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Banyu with Sleight of Hand.

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Roland           1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1            Banyu

[BANYU]
That, is not a type of attack Banyu was expecting.

The finger-jab disorients the large man, making him a prime target to get kneed, bent over, and slammed into the floor with another burst of energy! "Ugyaah!"

"Gah! You will pay for that--" Wiping the rubble off of his forehead, he stands up, before attempting to grip one of Roland's arms, pulling it aside with one hand while slamming a fast into the man's stomach! If succesfull, he finally transitions his striking arm into a short uppercut to the chin, striking away the gambler.

COMBATSYS: Roland full-parries Banyu's Gillnet Pounder!!

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Roland           1/=======/=======|=======\-------\1            Banyu

[ROLAND]
Ah; this is what Roland needed. For the other fighter to get upset! Although he's certainly under the weather, few things can temporarily clear up your mind like the surge of adrenaline from an angry fisherman beating the hell out of you. Fingers graze his arm, but he twists along with it, fist coming closed just shy of grabbing hold. The fist as a result shoots through where he twisted...

Twisting, Roland then unleashes a chi-imbued elbow in a furious arc towards Banyu's face, aiming to wrap his arm around in a vicious headlock to bend the larger man over so he can begin launching a series of violent knees towards his face, each CRACKING with attempted chi boosts!!

"OOOOYAYAYAYA!! You need a time out, old man?!"

COMBATSYS: Banyu endures Roland's Spanish 21 EX.

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Roland           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=====--\1            Banyu

[BANYU]
"Aeh?!" He grumbles out, as his opponent so effortlessly twists around his attack, and he right away gets slammed into his face in the confusion! He gets reeled in, and those repeated knees nail him on the forehead many times over. His forehead would feel /hard/ to strike, and moreover, the man does not seem to stagger much even in the face of this barrage- "A-gah!!"

Grunting out from the pain, he attempts to duck down low- the final knee grazing past his head as he crosses his arms, before striking them outward into an open-handed chop, aimed at both of Roland's knees! "You will pay for that!"

He hopes that this first strike would make him stagger, lower him to his knees- Only for the larger man to raise back up, before kicking into his chest, pushing his back into the ground while his arm raises upward in a loose fist, the gap pointing downward-- Only moments later, water surges out of the hand, forming itself into a long, watery harpoon that Banyu /thrusts/ downward- Aiming to impale, and stick into his chest, the spear still attached to the fisherman's hand by a liquid cord!

COMBATSYS: Roland endures Banyu's Whale Burial!

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Roland           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0            Banyu

[ROLAND]
"Ow!!" Roland comments after the last crack into Banyu's face, wincing as he makes to pull back. "The hell is your body made out of?!" Seeing the assault coming forward, Roland's shoulders roll, green energy seething out to encompass his body. The blows hit him in the knees, but he clearly made no attempt to evade it. He's struck in the chest by the kick, but hits the ground on his shoulders, bouncing up to land in a crouch. The harpoon does impale him in the side; but he's in not so nearly a tenuous spot, grasping the cable connecting them with a wince.

"HERE I COME!!" Launching himself along with it, Roland shoots like a meteor to slam his forehead into Banyu's yet again. Unleashing a storm of kicks and punches, each sheathed in reinforcing energy. Yet none explode; the green energy would just STICK to Banyu, building up more and more. Slowing him down, like it had some great weight or viscosity...

Then aiming to shoot past the old man, catch him under the chin with his arm, and do an over-the-shoulder throw towards the center of the ring in a graceless arc. "JACKPOT!!" Around when he says that is when all that pent-up energy would explode in a great, green fireball...!!

COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Banyu with Jackpot!.

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Roland           0/-------/---<<<<|=======\===----\1            Banyu

[BANYU]
"What are you?!" Uh oh, too late, Banyu.

Roland expertly puts himself into a prime position, using the fisherman's own cable against him as forehead clashes with forehead! With Roland's momentum, he easily comes out on top-- Blowing the fisherman back as both harpoon and cable dissipate. Banyu subsequently gets rushed down with that frightening barrage; The energy just /sticking/ to him. Making the feeble attempts to dodge or block during the barrage even more useless. Finally, he gets tossed, and blown up with a huge, green *Bang*.

"Gaaaaaah!--" Launching the poor senior even further into the air, before he finally comes down a solid pair of seconds later; Right on some poor man's stall. Crashing through the wooden roof and into a pile wood, fish, glass shards, and BANYU.

It seems that, after such an attack, the sailor is out for the count in his thematically fitting, fishy grave!

COMBATSYS: Banyu takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Banyu can no longer fight.

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Roland           0/-------/---<<<<|

[ROLAND]
Roland's panting a good bit, doubled over and resting his hands on his knees. He only got hit a few times; why does it feel like he just went several rounds with a heavyweight fighter?! "That wasn't easy money at all..." he complains readily, waiting for the fight to be formally concluded. On the plus side, as he limps his way off, the crowd seems quite pleased; that final clash of watery harpoon into flash explosions was well above what they expected from what should have been a mid-level battle of unknowns!! Still, he can't help but feel things were backwards; Banyu's technique seemed somewhat nascent, but his body was beastly. Aren't aged fighters supposed to be the opposite?! "That old dude might end up being a monster..."

COMBATSYS: Roland has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:17:41 05/16/2021 by Banyu, and last modified on 16:39:22 05/17/2021.