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Description: Christmas is a time of year where hundreds of puppies and kittens find their way into loving homes... only to find themselves back out in the cold by the time that March rolls around. Our resident catgirl and stray dog are here to remind us all that with great cuddles comes great responsibility! And they'll do so by competing on top of a giant ball of yarn as it rolls down the famous Lombard Street in Sunshine City!

Christmas in San Francisco didn't mean what it meant elsewhere. No snow, in fact you could smell the sea breeze, even as you could hear the constant hum of vehicular traffic.

Except for this part of the street, sectioned off for the safety of pedestrians. As SNF cameras were waiting to capture the action, it seemed one fighter was sat with his back against a fire hydrant, dressed in old faded jeans and a torn and stained white shirt, his boots glistening in the sun. Both of his fists were wrapped up with boxing tape, and hanging from his left hand was a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Dead asleep, it seemed this fighter had a special form of pre-fight meditation. Let's see if it worked.

The SNF/Midnight Channel cameras were indeed on the scene here--and a huge group of people with a giant ball of string (or was it yarn?" that are keeping the thing lashed down, with Felicia stripping out of her usual street clothes--(which in her case in this weather is likely a long coat and sports shoes, leaving her in a pair of gym shorts and top)--and climbing atop a nearby semi-truck to get on that giant ball of... stuff.

"Okay boys, I think we got it--woaaah--I think you can let it go now!" now back in bare feet, she was able to grip against it with her claws well enough so that she could practice running along it--as the ball proceeded to then roll half-way down the street, likely right in the path of Xolo, who was dozing against that fire hydrant!

"HOLY SHIT LOOKOUT HOMER--" Felicia managed to yell excitedly from atop the giant ball.

COMBATSYS: Xolo has started a fight here.

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Xolo             0/-------/-------|

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

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Xolo             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia

He seemed to be asleep, and that's because he was. But his instincts were sharp, and the second he heard a sound he didn't recognize, his eyes snapped open to notice the ball of...something, rolling right toward him. And the brawler went from sitting to backflipping through the air in no time flat. Landing behind the fire hydrant, his eyes narrowed as he glared up at the Catwoman and her hijinks.

"The flamin' heck you think yer tryin' ta do with that yarn, huh? Ya gonna knit twelve hundred sweaters after this?"

Even as he spoke, he ran forward, using that hydrant as a stepping stone to launch into the air, leaping clear over that yarn ball and aiming for the cat woman balanced on top of it. His hands instantly started glowing with blue and yellow crackling energy, electric death slashing from his fingers as two whipping tendril arcs of energy lashed out. Each one feeling like a cattleprod from hell.

COMBATSYS: Xolo successfully hits Felicia with Gemini Slash.

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Xolo             0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0          Felicia

The ball of string doesn't actually break or damage the fire hydrant, thankfully--but it does make a rather gnarly bump as it rolls over it--which left Felicia riding ontop scrambling as she was clotheslined by the yellow lashes of energy--causing her to briefly light up like a christmas tree with the light caused by it--and then smoked briefly as she was caught under the ball of yarn--actually pulled under it and emerged around the other side before she snapped back to life.

"Owww--damnit--" she growled and looked back at the man, turning around and running the opposite way now to try and move back /towards/ Xolo, forming a ball of cat-chi of her own to hurl down at him like a dodge ball!

"If you can dodge a wrench you can dodge a ball!"

COMBATSYS: Xolo blocks Felicia's Cat Spike.

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Xolo             0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0          Felicia

"Who the hell dodges a wrench?"

Xolo wasn't the biggest of fighters, but there was a density to his musculature. He saw the hurtling ball of catwomanity speeding toward him, and his reaction was to tuck his head and bring up his arms and shoulders as he tensed up. The resulting 'smack' of meat on meat was audible, but he only moved backward half a step. Moments later he eyed the form of Felicia, and tilted his skull forward in a sudden headbutt aimed at the Darkstalker's face, maybe her chin or her cheek depending on the height disparity between them. Moments later he grabbed at her waist to try and hoist her up into the air, and bring her down to the pavement in an improvised wrestling slam. It was a hard knock life for any fighter.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Xolo's Grasp And Pound.

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Xolo             0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0          Felicia

"Someone who doesn't want to get hit in the head with one, duh!" Felicia replies as she watches Xolo apparently take that ball of chi she hucked at him like a champ, though she had put an extra bit of oomph into it, as it turns out--he would have found she threw him a bit of a curveball, so to speak!

As the man rose up and readied the headbutt, she turned her head downward--meaning Xolo would be headbutting her right in the broad side of her forehead--which would hurt her far less than it otherwise might have, if he had landed it in her face, eyes or nose. She was able to kick out of his grab around her waist--and instead countered with another kick toward him--leaning her body back and to the side so that the ball of her foot would try to impact right into his chest or shoulder!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Xolo with Medium Kick.

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Xolo             0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0          Felicia

In terms of speed and sheer reaction time, Felicia was going to win that contest with Xolo every single time. It was true he was a real physical specimen on a good day, but unfortunately for him 'good days' were rare considering he was usually drunk and exhausted from bar brawls that already took place earlier in the evening. And this fight was no exception.

The kick landed flush on his shoulder, and as Felicia danced away artfully and gracefully, the wild dog was almost floored by the sheer force although he rolled to his feet immediately. Almost as if he was used to being off-balance. Almost in response to the attack, his left arm came up so that he could take another swig of that drink he was holding. Bottle was quickly drained, and moments later that glass was shattered into a million pieces as Xolo smashed it against his own head and threw aside the still intact neck of that bottle. He snarled at her, his incisors visible.

"Well, come on if yer gonna come on, then!"

COMBATSYS: Xolo Xolotl hones his hunter killer senses!

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Xolo             0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0          Felicia

"Looks like you can take a few shots, too," Felicia huffed after her kick connected and she retracted--making sure she regained her balance before the man came for her again. "Well, looks like I know why they decided to send you up against me--dogs chase cats, don't they?" Felicia, who had now let the huge ball of yarn roll back down the street, before it started back up--quickly jumped back up onto it as it rolled by, kicking her legs against it and using it like a treadmill to swerve it towards the man again.

"don't you wanna chase me~?" she leaned over the side of the ball as she held onto it--aiming a punch right for his temple!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Xolo with Medium Punch.

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Xolo             1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1          Felicia

Her punch connected flush, the strike smashing against the side of Xolo's skull and causing him to see white for a moment. His black hair was a mess, his sideburns uneven and unkempt, his nose broken and rebroken many times before. And right now, after he recovers from that punch, there is visible anger in those eyes of his. While Felicia is leaning over that ball of yarn, hopefully off balance, Xolo quickly grabs for her wrist, to try and pull her over to his side of the street.

"Chase this!"

Quickly his belt is pulled off, the shining black leather ominous even before he wraps it around her throat(or at least attempts to), wrapping it tightly over her windpipe before swinging her overhead and slamming her down on the ground. Not content with this, he pulls the belt back, and now folding it he brings it down against her again and again, indiscriminantly using it as some sort of lash. This assault is careless, reckless, and Xolo is snarling in anger the entire time.

COMBATSYS: Xolo successfully hits Felicia with Get The Strap.

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Xolo             0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1          Felicia

"Ruh roh--" Felicia frowns as her wrist is grabbed--and just from the strength of the grab, she can already tell what kind of trouble she's in. The shiny black leather strap goes around her neck--and she starts to emit one of those trademark choking noises as the man slams her down to the ground. She clenches her eyes shut and tries to wrestle the man off--though it perhaps does not give the man incentive to get off her until she puts her feet up and tries to 'rabbit kick' the man off. If you've ever had a cat try to push you off with their hind legs, well--you might know what this is like!

COMBATSYS: Xolo endures Felicia's Scratch Attack.

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Xolo             0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1          Felicia

He was standing over her when she twisted and fought back, when she kicked with her feet and slashed Xolotl's legs and torso. The jeans became fashionably ripped, while the plain white t got sliced to ribbons, causing the little big man to grimace at the sensation. But he didn't push away. Instead he ignored the thrashing and reached down to grab at the catgirl, to try and grab her around the waist. If this succeeded, he'd arch his back backwards, taking Felicia from the ground to the ground in a very ugly looking suplex. Except, that wasn't the end of it, because he held on to her while again struggling and fighting to his feet, trying to do the exact same suplex a second time.

And again, he'd try to bring her to her feet, but this time, there'd be no suplex. Instead he'd grab at her arm to try and wrestle her to the ground, putting the arm between his thick thighs at the same time he tries to grab around her chin and crane backwards, putting her in an impromptu 'crossface' style submission hold. After the stress he'd just put on her spine and torso, the sensation of him wrenching her neck and compressing her vertabrae would undoubtedly be very uncomfortable.

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Xolo's Crushing Grasp.

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Xolo             0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1          Felicia

"Jesus Christ--what're you--get off--gaack!" Felicia struggled to breathe, struggled to speak--still trying to kick the rabid (seeming) wolf man as they attempted to choke them out, more or less. The cat however proceeded to be a bit more slippery than the man might have expected--again, anyone trying to grab a cat and hold onto it would sympathize--especially as Felicia slipped right out between his arms and rolled away, coming up as the huge ball of yarn began to roll back toward them.

"Hokay, no more cuddle time--time to take a page from our boy Zabel--" Felicia grinned and began to glow with prismatic chi-energy, somehow able to pick up and lift the huge ball of yarn and toss it up--giving it a huge kick right towards Xolo--trying to bowl him over with it!

COMBATSYS: Xolo just-defends Felicia's Dancing Flash!

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Xolo             0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0          Felicia

Xolo saw the ball approaching and stood his ground. Felicia's kick sent it hurtling toward the wild dog's face like a meteor, and it hit his face with such ferocity and velocity that it snapped backward violently even as the ball launched up into the air, and came down a few feet from them.

It might be hard to focus on the yarn, however, because as soon as the impact snapped Xolo's head back he seemed to recover and glared at Felicia with wide, wild eyes. Blood was trickling down his now flattened nose, and blood was also coming from the corners of his mouth which was now fixed in a seemed he was starting to enjoy this.

Instantly he tore off that shirt of his, now bare-chested he ran toward Felicia and tried to grab her around the waist again, it seemed he liked his previous strategy so much he was going to try it again. Almost rolling his body back he was attempting to throw her to the ground in a serious of wild suplexes until she was on the ground, at which point he launched himself up into the air, pulling himself up on to a streetlamp which overlooked their brawl. He stretched his arms out as if he were a crucifix, and slowly started to tilt forward, falling off the fixture and aiming his skull into any part of her body.

It was called the Diving Headbutt. And as his boots lit up in flame, there was a trail of fiery energy as he made his descent. The resulting impact, whether he hit or missed her, would cause an explosion of energy. The damage was going to be spectacular.

COMBATSYS: Xolo blitzes into action and acts again!

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Xolo             0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Xolo's Repeated Slams.

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Xolo             0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Xolo successfully hits Felicia with Diving Headbutt.

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Xolo             0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1          Felicia

"What? No way--" Felicia was just about as wide-eyed as the crowd was likely gormless--as she was soon going to be once those repeated suplexes and flying heabutt was delivered!

"Ow--augh--eeek!--damnit--oof--" Felicia can likely be heard uttering a lot of choice non family-friendly dialogue as the slams are being meted out--looking like an attractive ragdoll getting slammed about--and then finally hit square on by that diving headbutt, which leaves her teetering and staggering back away from him. She looked a lot better doing this than she really was, since at least her face wasn't gushing blood like that guy after the Penguin bites his nose off in Batman Returns--another great Christmas story that was fun for the whole family.

"Ooohh... I think I'm seeing triple after that," Felicia staggered backwards, before finally regaining some sense of her balance, though she looked a little... out of it. Eyes kinda glazed, far-away look in them, probably wouldn't have looked out of place clinging to the arm of Hugh Heffner.

"Do you wanna dance, big man?~" she had an... oddly friendly tone about her now, especially as she grinned and looked up at him, with her claws snik'ing out of her fingertips, trying to cross the distance between them and sink her claws into the man's shoulders!

COMBATSYS: Xolo endures Felicia's ES Hell Cat.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Xolo             1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0          Felicia

The good news is, he successfully landed the Diving Headbutt. The bad news was, he landed the Diving Headbutt. So while Felicia was writhing and doing her best braindead Pamela Anderson impression, Xolo wasn't doing much better, laying in the middle of the street, holding his head and trying to work his way up to a seated position. When Felicia spoke, it sounded like there was three of her. And he didn't even react to what she was saying until claws were raking through his flesh, causing red crimson to flow freely.

He cried out then, scrambling and trying to crawl away in a complete reversal from earlier, and Felicia didn't even need a belt to accomplish this.

Finally, more out of desperation and instinct than anything else, Xolo launched up to his feet just so he could pivot in his cowboy boots and throw a sudden lightning fast MMA palm strike to the chin or the cheek of least, to what could have been the face. He was still seeing spots and blinking rapidly. But he had enough wherewithal to grow angry at the cat woman's comment.

"'Big' man, huh?!"

COMBATSYS: Xolo successfully hits Felicia with Palm Smash.

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Xolo             1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0          Felicia

Thankfully, Felicia is a werecat, so while the brain damage is fleeting (well, mostly, amirite fellas) the beating she has taken overall thus far is going to take a lot more time than that--and she doesn't have that kind of time right now. Especially as that palm strike comes in to her chin and knocks her silly.

"Gah... I... can't... see... straight," Felicia tries to collapse on Xolo with her hands balled into fists, coming down as sort of a hammerfist down on him!

Meanwhile, the huge ball of yarn begins to roll back down the other way and rolls over her, somehow. Quite ironic.

COMBATSYS: Felicia can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Xolo just-defends Felicia's Aggressive Strike!

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Xolo is there in the fight, swaying almost violently on his feet as he watches his opponent approach, and watches her fall. He sees the consciousness fade from her eyes, and instantly, he gets down low to almost 'let' her fall on him. He let her fall across his shoulders, while his left hand reached out to grasp around one of her legs. He had her in a fireman's carry, and as the ball rolls toward them, Xolo sneers and meets it with a running field goal kick to let it launch into the air, and come down somewhere else. During this time, he muttered under his breath,

"Easy, darlin'. The fight's done."

His skull ringing, blood pouring from him, he didn't pay any of that any mind. Instead he started the woozy slow walk toward the EMTs. That was for the catgirl on his arm. After that, he was making his own journey toward the nearest bar. He needed another drink after that.

COMBATSYS: Xolo Xolo refuses to be an animal!

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COMBATSYS: Xolo has ended the fight here.

Log created on 17:44:28 12/10/2021 by Felicia, and last modified on 19:22:14 12/18/2021.