Match of the Millennium

Description: In this Dead or Alive matchup, Tsinghua takes on Mila in what should be an interesting case of truly mixed-up martial arts! (WINNER: Tsinghua)

[OOC] Mila says, "Rolling!"

[TSINGHUA]
The youth was knocked out the tournament by one Aeria Corday. Yet, he didn't get to return home quite yet, as instead he was quickly assigned to another task; An exhibition match in a Festival on Zack Island! While some would be thrilled at this opportunity, Tsinghua is, well, not as fond of it. It is very hot, hot enough that you wouldn't want to be standing still on the sand barefoot, or your feet would start to hurt from the heat. As such, he could also not wear his usual long robes. He had instead opted for loose, long green swimming trunks and a silky white short-sleeved top, and simple sandals around his feet.

This festival was being held primarily for the well-off visitors that could afford a trip to a tropical locale like Zack Island. It would be plenty of parties, a lot of drinking, concerts and other performances. Cover from the searing sun was provided in the form of raised wooden terraces with dry straw roofs, creating much-needed shade. The relative exclusivity of the event made it so that there weren't -that- many people, the crowds were managable.

As a part of this festival, due to the deep pockets of the Gong Estate, Tsinghua's masters, they had secured their very own part of the festival to pander their traditional values and ways. Namely in the form of various performances and displays of the various artistic talents of the Estate's retainers.

Though more exciting, would be the fight scheduled between Tsinghua and Mila, a very promising professional spanish MMA fighter.

It was set to take place on the beach, a simple ring created by thick bands of dry straw, not unlike that of a Sumo Dohyo. The young man was waiting there, fidgeting somewhat nervously as a sizable crowd was forming. As it was part of his fighting style, he was holding his wooden walking stick close to it's head idly. As to not get in the way, his forest green hair had been propped up in a topknot.

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Excellent!"

[OOC] Mila says, "Just a moment please."

[OOC] Tsinghua nods. "Take your time."

[MILA]
Mila didn't exactly fare too well in her previous fight as well. She ended up being whupped by, of all people, the ever egotistical Johnny Cage. Losing isn't something that Mila typically minds honestly. It's when someone has an ego that's bigger than their skill that it bothers her. Regardless, she's still in this fight and she's always looking to keep things going.

Unlike before, where Mila had worn her usual MMA attire, the girl has switched to a more casual attire today, consisting of a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She still wears her gloves though, almost like they're a good-luck charm or something. Unlike Tsinghua, who was fidgeting a bit, Mila was waving to those who recognized her, stopping to give brief high fives as well.

Once Mila has done what she needs to, the MMA girl makes her way to her part of the fighting arena and does some light movements to warm up. She's already done her stretches and whatnot, but a little extra warming up never hurts. She gets a glimpse of Tsinghua and smiles a little. "This is gonna be real interesting!"

[OOC] Mila says, "Do you want to roll for first?"

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Let's!"

[OOC] ROLL: Tsinghua rolls 1d10: 9

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Ohyeah, I'll be a little slow for a few minutes as I'm heating up some foot."

[OOC] ROLL: Mila rolls 1d10: 9

[OOC] Mila says, "Reroll!"

[OOC] ROLL: Tsinghua rolls 1d10: 1

[OOC] ROLL: Mila rolls 1d10: 10

[OOC] Mila says, "Guess I'm first."

[TSINGHUA]
At this point, Tsinghua goes into fights expecting to lose. And just like Mila, he doesn't intrinsically mind this. However, there tend to be consequences of losing for the boy. Negative ones, in relation to the strictness of the Estate.

Upon Mila's Appearance, he takes a polite bow. "Indeed, miss. Thank you for your appearence, let us test ourselves." He says, in his soft voice. And with that, he takes a stance, somewhat shakily. One leg in front of the other, with the stick stretched out in front. His free hand was opened and tucked into his side, pointing up. Doing his best not to pay attention to the cheers and gazes.

At least Mila doesn't have to worry about any large ego's in this fight!

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Sorry for the slowness!"

COMBATSYS: Mila has started a fight here.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|

[OOC] Mila says, "No worries"

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua has joined the fight here.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0         Tsinghua

[MILA]
"Let's get it on!" Mila says as she taps her fists a couple times before getting into her fighting stance and waiting for the signal to begin. A good fight is what's important to Mila, win or lose!

The signal to fight is given, and Mila wastes no time in going in fast. She advances swiftly, keeping an eye on Tsinghua to see what he might try to do while her fists remain raised and ready to go.

And then, as if the raised fists were like a ruse of sorts to make Tsinghua expect a strike of some kind, Mila attempts to go in with a swift takedown.

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua blocks Mila's Fast Throw.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0         Tsinghua

[TSINGHUA]
Tsinghua was stuck in his head as the fight started, thinking- As such, he reacted a number of hairs slower then Mila, right away finding himself on the defensive as she rushes toward him with that takedown, trained arms grasping for his waist. Before he could be toppled, however, he nimbly twisted free and hopped backward- Making use of his small stature.

Now just outside of punching range, he performed a swift thrust with the head of his cane to keep her at a distance, all the while calculating his approach.

COMBATSYS: Mila fails to counter Quick Strike from Tsinghua with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Mila             0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0         Tsinghua

[OOC] Mila says, "Damn"

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Aw"

[MILA]
The Rolling Arm Lock is one of Mila's favorite techniques that she uses to counter opponents in the ring. The problem is that it's meant to be used on their arms.

Not on a cane.

Mila doesn't realize that she's messed up until it's too late and she's wound up getting whacked with the cane, sending her stumbling back a little. "Ouch... that's not exactly what I'd call a traditional attack!"

[OOC] Mila says, "BRB"

[TSINGHUA]
Unfortunately, Mila's counter-technique fails as the stick bops her in the torso. Tsinghua gives a subtle nod of satisfaction, as he twists right into another set of attacks. "Yi!" He swings up the weapon to strike diagonally downward, for the shoulder. A quick tap, before raising and drawing it back, swinging low "Wu!" And finally, jumping up high, spinning in mid-air and slamming it down toward Mila's bright brown hair, overhead! Landing in a low stance with his free palm facing away. In response to Mila's statement, he speaks.

"R-Right, apologies.."

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua successfully hits Mila with Teshi Baji.

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Mila             0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1         Tsinghua

[OOC] Mila says, "Ouch."

[MILA]
"No need to apologize," Mila says as she catches her breath quickly. "I just wasn't expecting that is all." She smiles. "Come on, let me see what you got!"

Unfortunately, Mila finds out too fast what Tsinghua is capable of. She finds herself getting whacked in the head before she can move, and she stumbles back, rubbing her head. She doesn't say anything in response, just shakes her head and looks at Tsinghua.

"I admit I'm not used to aerial attacks, but oh well." Mila shakes her head a little before slapping her face. "I'm still ready to fight!" Mila waits until Tsinghua is close enough again, and then she drops down before springing upwards, using the momentum to add force to the included uppercut.

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua blocks Mila's Long Upper.

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Mila             0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1         Tsinghua

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "I'm very lucky today."

[TSINGHUA]
"Is your art more grounded, then?" He asks, as Mila performs her upward strike. The boy manages to use his free palm to push the uppercut to the side, though he winces at the force that he has to stop- He feels it in his arm. He strafes diagonally backward then, keeping his distance and really looking at how Mila moves. Her habits, strengths, weaknesses. Trying to get a read on what his best strategy could be.

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua calculates his next move.

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Mila             0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1         Tsinghua

[MILA]
So she made contact. That's something.

Unfortunately, it was also blocked.

Leaving Mila feeling a bit unhappy about this whole thing a little. "No, I gotta keep going. I have to fight to the very end! A true fighter never gives up!" When she sees Tsinghua calculating his next move, Mila seems a little confused about it. It's not typical in the MMA ring to see someone doing that.

Mila isn't going to stand by idly and let Tsinghua think. She decides to test to see if he's paying attention with a swift roundhouse kick that's aimed at him, heel first!

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Tsinghua with High Kick Cannon.
Glancing Blow

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Mila             0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1         Tsinghua

[TSINGHUA]
Tsinghua says, "R-Right, do your best..!" He responds, somewhat awkwardly.

This is going.. shockingly well for the boy. Unusually so, really. Though he keeps it in his mind that he should not get ahead of itself, things can easily twist around, as he has seen multiple times.

Mila is back onto him with that that powerful roundhouse he attempted to lean back for a narrow dodge, yet it ended up painfully nicking against his forehead! "Aiish!" Grunting out, and laying a hand over it.

He seemed rather fazed for a moment, but did retaliate: By... kicking up his sandal? Indeed, he flicked it loose from his right foot to in front of him, and concentrates: Palms together, the sandal seemed to lock itself in mid-air, hardening with a bark-like texture. "Hu Qi!" he shouted out, before performing a blindingly fast flurry of cane-strikes on.. the shoe?! Indeed, with the strikes, the footwear began to vibrate. It was kinetically locked, and all the force that was being applied to it by the cane was being stored up.

"Hai!" And with a final grunt, the shoe flew forth! Straight for Mila, with simply blinding speed."

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua successfully hits Mila with Dong Gen (Hu Qi).

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Mila             1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0         Tsinghua

[MILA]
OK, that was really unexpected.

Mila's been in many fights before, and she's seen many projectiles... And this is a new one on her!

Mila is send staggering backwards, almost falling out of the ring, but somehow she catches herself. The girl hunches over, gasping for air as she wipes her forehead with one hand before looking up. "A good fight, I like it!" She says, giving a weak thumbs up. "But I'm not done yet!"

Advancing slowly, Mila attempts to size up Tsinghua. "Let me show you what else I'm capable of!" Mila then attempts to strike Tsinghua with a stunning body blow. If successful, she'll follow up with a barrage of rapid punches, then hit him with one final powerful punch to send him flying!

COMBATSYS: Tsinghua blocks Mila's Gatling Power Blow.

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Mila             0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0         Tsinghua

[OOC] Mila says, "Drats"

[TSINGHUA]
A home run.

"Ah!" He gasps... surprised? You probably shouldn't be surprised about your own attack working. "Glad to hear that.." He comments sheepishly, as the young MMA fighter rushes back onto him; The body blow is narrowly caught by the shaft of the boy's weapon. Yet, for the subsequent barrage of punches, he recognizes that he has to drop the stick. He needs both his palms to stand a chance against such a rush. The cane scatters the sand over the pair's ankles. As Mila begins to punch, each of her induvidually rather vicious blows reverberate through the young man's body- Yet he does manage to catch most of their impact, his forearms feeling more and more sore with each block of his palm. And the spaniards' final haymaker sends his feet skidding backward across the sand! Still standing, though not without a significantly sore feeling in his arms. For the moment, he is stuck without his weapon, yet he does have techniques at his disposal that do not require it.

He flourishes his arms, twists his body low to the ground, then rises- Building up energy. His palm traces up as he stands, and a slight rumble can be felt across the sands; Before a fairly thick log of wood begins to sprout from the sand! It grows and grows, toward Mila! Glowing green with energy, the sprouted trunk homes into Tsinghua's opponent, attempting to sink itself into her torso.

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Tsinghua's Yajun Bang.

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Mila             0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0         Tsinghua

[MILA]
Weakened and on the losing side of things, Mila does her best to keep her defenses strong. She doesn't know what this attack is supposed to be or how it works, so she just goes with her gut instinct and deflects it as best as she can.

"Not going down so easily." Mila slaps herself a couple of times, still trying to keep from giving up, since even the best MMA fighter knows they have to go to the end.

"Take this!" Mila says as she attempts to deliver a knee kick to Tsinghua's stomach.

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Tsinghua with Medium Kick.
Grazing Hit

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Mila             0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0         Tsinghua

[TSINGHUA]
The wooden trunk slams it's way into Mila's forearm, deflected and shattering into many ephemeral splinters, though those quickly fade. She closes the distance and tries to plant that knee into Tsinghua's stomach; And she is mostly successful at that! It impacts, quite satisfyingly, though before she could really push through, Tsinghua manages to slip backward. He's groaning now, crouching- And retrieves his cane from the sand. "E-Excellent.."

With his reach advantage, he swings the heavy head her way horizontally twice, left to right, then right to left.

COMBATSYS: Mila fails to counter Fierce Strike from Tsinghua with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Tsinghua         1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Mila can no longer fight.

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Tsinghua         1/-------/=======|

[OOC] Mila says, "D'oh"

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Jeez, I'm sorry you were so unlucky this fight."

[MILA]
Another strike coming at her, and it seems Mila's not quite thinking straight. She forgot to keep in mind that it's not hand-to-hand combat she's dealing with.

WHAM!

Mila goes stumbling backwards, and she finds herself wobbling around, clearly looking like she's about to go down for the count. She drops to one knee then looks up and gives a weak smile and a thumbs up. "Great fight! That was a tough one!"

Then she flops down to the ground and is out for the count.

[OOC] Mila says, "It happens."

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "You write super fast! It's impressive~"

[OOC] Mila nods.

[TSINGHUA]
And with that, the fight is closed out. Two whacks of his staff managing to make contact with the sides of Mila's head. Tsinghua catches the shaft of his staff with his second hand, then watches Mila collapse. "A-Are you okay?!" He quickly says, slightly worried that the heavy metal head of his weapon inflicted more damage then he had wished. Thankfully however, Mila seems to be alright. In response to her thumbs up, he offers a bow back. "Thank you..!"

Yet, then the boy realizes she fell unconcious, and crouches next to her; Checking her wounds to put his own worries at ease. One satisfied nod later, he stands up, and bows again- To the cheering crowd this time. As he's facing down, he allows himself to smile. For once, it seems as if he'll get home without the embarrassment of a loss!

They won't be able to complain about his performance this time, right.. right?

[OOC] Mila says, "That's it?"

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "I think so!"

[OOC] Tsinghua says, "Thank you very much for the scene! I hope you found some enjoyment out of it despite the poorest of luck."

Log created on 13:39:10 02/26/2022 by Mila, and last modified on 23:26:25 03/09/2022.