SNF 2021.09 - MC: CABIN FEVER[Toggle Names]
Description: Banyu and Tarmo have gone camping for the weekend, but with no internet, TV or other distractions, it isn't long before they start to irritate each other and a fight breaks out.
It was supposed to be a fun excursion.
Sure, it was strange, suddenly getting in invitation for a 4-day long wildlife camping trip, all bases covered. A tent (singular), tough clothing designed for the wilderness, and additional rations if there was no desire to fish, hunt, or forage for food. A great balance of comfort and survival in a beautiful japanese forest.
If it wasn't for his -darn- partner.
A utterly loud, massive, obnoxious and sweaty hunk of Finn. Usually walking around without a shirt to top it off! It was really getting on the old Fisherman's nerves, to constantly have to remind him to cease some of his unsavory manners. Granted, Tarmo was quite the wilderness expert: Moreso then Banyu, though he also knew what he was oing.
It was only the start of the third day, the sunlight breaking through the tall, dark trees. Banyu had just crawled out of their tent. It was not big enough to give two large men enough personal space, especially when trying to sleep. He had to push Tarmo's leg off of him this morning, for instance.. And all of that frustration was continually boiling up. Nontheless, he goes through the morning routine of starting a fire over their campfire: To boil some water for the powdered coffee. Both of them need that stuff to wake up properly.
Having dressed himself, Banyu was wearing a solid green jacket and pants of a tough fabric, fully covering the limbs. He was wearing a simple black cap on his head to keep out the sun.
"/Malas/, wake up!" He yells toward the tent with a frustrated tone.
By contrast, Tarmo doesn't actually have a whole great deal to complain about when it comes to Banyu's camping etiquette... save for the fact that *he* complains. Tarmo, see, is significantly more relaxed and loose overall than Banyu is, and he probably doesn't even recognize the rightfully-irritating things he gets up to with him. So the old man more or less just comes across as... well, a crochety old man to Tarmo.
The yell comes with a bear-like groan from within the tent. A few moments pass, and out crawls Tarmo -- indeed, shirtless, probably much to Banyu's dismay. And he's squinting out at the world beyond the tent, first, with the groggy expression of someone who just woke up, before crawling out the rest of the way.
"You're really up this early...?" The Finn rumbles in complaint, extending his massive arms into a wide, yawning stretch once he's up on his feet. "Do you ever relax, old man...?"
Scratching at his own stomach groggily, he goes stepping... not towards the other man or the campfire, no. Instead, towards a big cooler dug into the ground, that he urges open with a strategic nudge of his foot before leaning down to fish out... a bottle of beer.
Yes. Beer. Tarmo brought enough finnish beer with him to feed a small army, too. Surely this goes over well with the old fisherman, too.
"Geh- Already? Like I said, drink that filth far away from me.."
A slightly lesser known fact about Banyu, is that he is in fact a muslim. Almost all of his people are- While the old fisherman isn't as devout as many of his peers, he still practices an amount of religious strictness. Tarmo would certainly have noticed Banyu's three daily prayers, for instance. Some people even do 5 or 6! What's important here, is that stricter muslims are forbidden to drink alcohol.
"Tis' hard to relax when- Hrm. Nevermind. Good morning, Karmala.." He begrudgingly says, trying not to flip out so early in the morning. "Didya see anythin' interestin' in ye dreams?" There you go Banyu, pleasant small talk- ease off the frustration. The Madurese eyes the water, waiting for it to boil impatiently.
"Grrr- Why is it so hard to get -sampah- cookin'.."
"Oh, get off it..." Tarmo promptly grumbles over the complaint on his choice of drink. He's annoyed by the demand, but he doesnt seem to intend to let it stop him. The cooler's closed down, and the cap of the bottle is removed... with his teeth clamping down around it and yanking up with a *fizz!*. Sheesh. Guy must have really good dentalwork.
"Hmmmh... This one girl, but that's not important right now..." He rumbles while moving to sit down on a log pulled over near the campfire to act as a seat. The beer's quickly tipped over -- and half of the contents within are quickly drained down his throat.
"The hell's a sampah?" His eyes sweep down towards the water, narrowing into tight slits. "Use a smaller container... But it's still gonna take a while without a straighjt up stove. Come on, thought you knew this shit too?"
"Crap- It means crap!"
Banyu yells, turning toward and accidentally knocking over the pot in the process- The warm water spilling into the earth. "Gah- Look what you have done!"
That was you, Banyu.
He reels back his arm- Swinging it out to back-hand the Finn in the face! But at the last moment, freezing- His hand not having made contact yet. "Grrrah! Ye know what?! Get over here!" He stands up, and stomps off- Around 2 dozen feet away from the tent, taking what is obviously some kind of fighting-stance. "I wan' a bloody rematch!" Indeed, his loss is still bothering him, but more then that he wants to expel some frustration.
"We'll settle this like -men-! LOSER GATHERS WATER!"
COMBATSYS: Banyu has started a fight here.
Tarmo blinks. Slooowly. Staring at the water spilled over the grassy soil... and then just calmly takes another sip of beer.
"I didn't do shit, old man," he sighs. "You really ought to be more careful with your blood press-"
He twitches back instinctively when the backhand *almost* comes in, inadvertantly causing some of the beer to spill out from the bottle and splatter onto his broad chest. "Ah! Ah, come on, that was perfectly good beer..."
He perks up some when he realizes just *what* Banyu is up to, however. Suddenly all that post-waking grogginess is gone, and he's smirking mischievously. "I'm down, old man," he growls, standing up from the log and bumping the knuckles of his fists against each other. "Let's fucking go, old man! This'll make it all worth it!!" And he goes sprinting towards him right off the bat! Charging for the older man up until he's right up to his face, one foot stomping down and the other sweeping up high -- enough to point the sole of his boot to the sky before swinging right back down in a vixious axe kick!
COMBATSYS: Tarmo has joined the fight here.
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Tarmo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Banyu
COMBATSYS: Tarmo knocks away Banyu with Kirvespotku.
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Tarmo 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Banyu
"Infuriating savag- Gah?!"
Banyu did not get to finish that first sentence, as a very down Tarmo -leaps- into the fight with the kick- Banyu tried to use his superior mobility to dip to the side, but so early in the morning, and his body wasn't yet warmed up for a swift reaction like that. As a result, where the Axe Kick might normally have hit his shoulder, it ended up hitting him square on the scalp- The cap being collapsed with it when the heel digs in. The fisherman's head gets slammed to the ground, chin cracking against a thick root across the ground. He actually slightly -bounces- off of the floor to fall backwards, head utterly spinning.
Planting a hand in the earth, he pushes himself up. "Grrrh- Pre-emptive attack.." His tone doesn't convey anger as much as it does dissapointment at his own failure. The large man hops foward, jolting out his fist with the thumb-knuckle extended to form a point. The swift punch is aimed at Tarmo's chest, whereafter the Indonesian begins crouching down low: jabbing in two additional strikes onto Tarmo's belly and waist. He ends in a somewhat meditative sit, both legs curled up with one knee raised above the other.
"Go on then, try!"
COMBATSYS: Tarmo endures Banyu's Sempok.
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Tarmo 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Banyu
"What else ya think it was gonna be?" Tarmo asks with a wide grin, his foot stomping down to the ground with a mighty *THUMP* at the end of the down-swing of the kick. And he's grinning just as happily still when Banyu gets himself back on his feet, a positively wild glint in his eye. "Come on! Enjoy life a little bit for once, old man!"
And he comes charging again-- foot stomping in just as Banyu's thumb-knuckled punch sweeps in to strike at the center of his chest. He doesn't even try to put up his guard, no -- he just keeps his own momentum moving, his weight even briefly pressing right into the older man's fist with his defiantly continuing advance!
"Ghhh-- No sittin' on the job!" He growls out, voice holding a faint sign of disrupted breathing form that strike -- but even so, he's already reaching his hand over while Banyu is leaning back, to grab at the bicep of the arm he used to throw the punch with. And if he manages that much-- yank him right back up from that attempted sitting-stance, and bodily shove him back towards a thick tree!
COMBATSYS: Banyu blocks Tarmo's Improvised Throw.
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Tarmo 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Banyu
"Hrrrr-" He growls out in response, as his arm gets gripped tightly. A brief tug-of-war happens, but the old man manages to pull it loose with an accompanying grunt of pain. At that point, something triggers- A burning heat rising and spreading from Banyu's lungs. "Grr- Not again?!" It distracts him. But on the other hand, it seems to reinvigorate him- A pleasant, soothing warmth. Nontheless, he rises up from his sit, his elbow shooting up in a half-circle, trailed with burning flames.
COMBATSYS: Tarmo interrupts Quick Smash from Banyu with Moukari-Isku EX.
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Tarmo 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Banyu
"Hrm...?" Tarmo seems to notice *something* wrong with Banyu. he's not knowledgeable enough to really fully realize *what* it is, but still. Though honestly? Even if he did realize, now does not seem to be the time to focus much on it.
"Nope!" He grunts out, stepping just enough to the side that he can grab onto the side of Banyu's arm as his elbow shoots up for him. His vice-like grip softens the motion just enough that he is able to soak up the impact easily -- and still turn Banyu's own momentum into a sudden swing around.
The battlecry gives the backing track to Tarmo swinging the older man in a wide, sweeping arc, carried further by additional steps of his own feet, until he's slamming Banyu back-first into a different tree with the kind of force that violently shakes the branches above!
"Eah?!" Was his reaction as he got lifted up. "Let me gooooooo-" was his reaction as he was carried. And when he got slammed into the tree? Well, his only reaction was a pained grunt as his body bends around the wood with a disturbing crack.. from the tree, probably. Hopefully.
Afterward, he fell into the leaf-covered ground. Pulling himself up, face dirty from the damp morning earth. "Geh, you still hurt precisely as much.." A begruding compliment, as he seems to concentrate- The heat had not stopped yet, his chest was glowing under his clothes. "Hrrrrrr-" A continous sound. It seems the man is forfeiting the attacker's advantage by instead deciding overtaking the unfamiliar energy with his own.
COMBATSYS: Banyu gathers his will.
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Tarmo 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Banyu
"I ain't been just sittin' around or nothin'," Tarmo's voice rumbles. "Come on-- you ain't gettin' too old for some tusslin' are ya? Your back givin' out already?"
That's probably not a good comment to give after that telltale cracking noise, either...
Tarmo's eyes narrow when he notices the glow. He was half-expecting an attempt at a counterattack, an attempt to wrest him off. And it doesn't come. "Dunno what you're doin'-- But I aint gonna let ya!" Stomping in again, he makes use of the ground he gained just moments earlier -- arms reaching out and feet kicking at the ground to send him flying up! It's not so much a grapple now, or even a slam -- it's a divebomb from above at Banyu, with Tarmo's own body being the bomb, guided down with the help of his massive paws reaching for a hold on the fisherman's shoulders!
COMBATSYS: Banyu interrupts Pommitus from Tarmo with Whale Burial.
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Tarmo 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Banyu
Banyu's charge gave him a chance to focus.
And with that focus, he is able to percieve Tarmo clearly when he jumps with the intent of dive-bombing the old man into the ground. The Finn is able to take hold of the Madurese's shoulders... But when he tries to take Banyu with, Banyu doesn't budge. Obviously, his shoulders are enduring a lot of strain: Considering Tarmo's weight and momentum. But with his feet firmly rooted in the ground, Banyu performs a short uppercut toward Tarmo's chin as he'd inevitably fall down from his attack. The punch would hit -hard-, likely making the Finn crumple. Whatever the case, continuing his assault, the Indonesian raises his leg to push it forward, aiming to tip over Tarmo by the stomach with a sort of stomp, and keeping him on the floor with the weight of that leg. Finally, raising his arm with a loose fist, water surges forth from his wrist: Shaping itself into a solid but watery roped harpoon made from his chi... which he subsequently thrusts downward! Stabbing it into the torso of his opponent: Not very deep, but deep enough to be difficult to remove. The liquid harpoon's liquid cord is attached to Banyu's wrist, and even when he steps back and off of Tarmo, it will potentially give him a degree of control over the Finn's motions!
The usual plan behind the leaping maneuver Tarmo just exhibited typically relies on most people he fights against being... well, significantly smaller than himself, let's be honest here. So the sturdiness of Banyu's bulk puts a bit of a hamper on that -- one that he really didn't account for.
A mistake he pays for dearly.
An uppercut knocks into Tarmo's chin, and knocks his trajectory to flipping right back instead of landing bodily atop the Madurese man. The groan that comes out is one of equal measures pain *and* surprise when the Finn actually finds his considerable mass simply rebounding off. He was already going to topple down onto his back as a result to begin with, so Banyu's foot stomping down onto him is just added insult to injury! ...And, well. A pretty useful way to *keep* him down a moment longer, too.
Long enough for that water-chi to take form into a harpoon, and for the aforementioned harpoon to be STABBED into Tarmo's meaty chest.
There's a certain shock value to being stabbed, even beyond the pain itself. The human brain doesn't deal with such a physical intrusion well, usually, and even Tarmo finds himself instinctively recoiling as a result and trying to grasp at the foreign object after the fact.
"Ggh... Didn't... didn't see that comin'..." the Finn concedes, hand still clutching at the liquidy harpoon while his other arm is working to push him up from the ground. But Banyu backing away ends up causing the finn to be yanked up in a painful motion, too, since it's connected to the other man. He's not going to be able to get any spacing back while that thing is still stuck in him.
"--I ain't done yet though!!"
Apparently spacing wasn't part of the plan anyway. He forces his brain to stop worrying about the weapon stuck in him, and simply lunges for Banyu -- aiming to grab at his biceps before swinging his own head in to slam his forehead against the older man's nose. A quick strike meant to jostle the other man's focus before using the continued grip to bodily push and shove him right down to the ground!
...Of course, even if he *does* manage that, the rope-connected harpoon attached to his chest would actually result in him being yanked down *with* Banyu, too. Something he would remember only after he feels the thing pulling him down and taking his balance completely out of the equation.
COMBATSYS: Banyu blocks Tarmo's Combo Throw.
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Tarmo 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Banyu
"Hahaha- Ya better stay close, Karmala!"
There was a certain amount of cruelty there, Banyu enjoyed the power this technique could give him over his opponent. Tarmo however does the smart thing- Closing in! In that regard, the harpoon is somewhat of a double-edged sword. It hinders one of his arms since the cord is attached to it, and it makes dodging significantly harder for Banyu himself. The Finn attemps to grab at his upper arms, but the fisherman does manage to give the cord a slight yank to the side: Both causing discomfort and resulting in one of Tarmo's hands not finding it's target. But still, even with one arm, Karmala's grip is painful. And as the second arm is busy manipulating the cord, Tarmo manages to make the headbutt connect! Banyu does actually /lean/ into it with his head to not allow the wrestler quite as much momentum, but it still jolts him. The final attempt at a push, Banyu contests with his own arms, pushing the Finnish man and himself thankfully some meter apart. Panting for a moment, the Indonesian straightens up and gives the cord a -yank-, laughing all the while.
"Just' let yerself be reeled in, Tarmo!"
As part of his attempt to bring his opponent closer, the Madurese reels back his arm before whipping it out in a powerful backhand to the temple! Should he find success, Tarmo might find his head spinning and vision blurring from the repeated impacts.
COMBATSYS: Tarmo blocks Banyu's Swift Backhand.
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Tarmo 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Banyu
Tarmo's forehead smashes into Banyu's. He'd aimed for the nose, probably, and with the angling the old man managed, it hardly hits as hard as he'd hoped, and it leaves the two glaring right at each other's eyes from point blank range for a split few seconds before Tarmo tries to push away again...
But there's still that damned harpoon and the line attached to it. With a groan of frustration, Tarmo nudges himself back with the line pulled taut as it stops his retreat. And then Banyu's actually making to reel him in! The Finn stumbles forward with that pull, and--
Then he decides to throw caution to the wind apparently.
"I don't like--"
A boot-covered foot stomps down with a thunderous sound, and all the power in Tarmo's body works to cause a sudden stop in the pull.
"--being tied down!!!"
Defiantly, he pushes himself back in time with Banyu's pull. The violent clash of opposite forces causes the harpoon to tear out of his chest with a spray of blood before he's brought in to the range of the backhand. Yikes.
As much as *that* hurts, Tarmo still grins almost maniacally from the heat of combat itself. Green eyes flash, and he pushes himself into a willing advance on Banyu now instead -- an outreached hand aiming to grab the fisherman by his very face, and slam him down with such force from that point of grip that the back of his head would hit the ground first. ONly for him to intend to maintain that grip, still, and actually start swinging the old man up and down and into nearby trees *by his head* of all things, before finally letting go and sending him flying up -- and then knocked away with a vicious mule kick while he's still in the air!
COMBATSYS: Tarmo knocks away Banyu with Hakkaa Paalle.
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Tarmo 0/-------/---<<<<|=======\===----\1 Banyu
That cruel smugness vanished as his own strike proved ineffective, his one advantage over Tarmo being ripped out of the Finn's chest. He attempted to put his weight on one leg, to extend it and jump out of the way: But the battered state of his body made him stumble in the attempt.
And that hand finds it's mark, enveloping Banyu's face as the larger giant slams his skull into the thankfully soft ground.. still hurts though. But it wasn't over. Swinging the Madurese into the hard wood of the forest to put even more damage onto it. And with a final toss, Banyu is thrown right into a finishing kick that sends him flying past the trees, finally finding his back slammed against one with a -crack-.
A crack of the tree, thankfully- As the old, dead wood tips and falls to the side. His expression is one of fury. "Ghhhhhr!" as he holds out a palm toward the far-away Tarmo with the last of his strength.. Feeling the fire that isn't his surge through his chest again. And at that point.. He stops, entire body relaxing as he seemingly gave up. "Damn it! I don' wan't this place to burn, aye.."
"Hrrrm- You win this time, Tarmo Karmala!"
COMBATSYS: Banyu takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Banyu can no longer fight.
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The thunderous sound of Tarmo's foot returning to the ground with a forceful motion might actually not be heard over the violent noise of Banyu flying into a tree! And Tarmo, himself, stares back at Banyu, with his arms spread, waiting to see if there is an attempt at a vengeful counter-attack...
But when the older man relents, the Finn straightens out and bumps his fist against the palm of his other hand... just before he winces over the wound left to his chest.
"Ow, ugh... You got me good though... AH, well, nothin' some drink wont fix..."
Triumphantly, he moves on towards the cooler full of beer again...
Only to discover that in the middle of their tussle, it was sent over violently enough that all the bottles inside were launched out to shatter across the ground.
...Perhaps, on that day, no one really won...
COMBATSYS: Tarmo has ended the fight here.
Log created on 12:00:37 10/05/2021 by Banyu, and last modified on 13:31:15 10/09/2021.