Description: 2 women. Pole vs Pole. Water vs Air. Thunder vs Metal. Only will be left standing tonight.
Daybreak Beach has sand, water, and sunshine -- just not in ample quantities. The sand is littered with shells and debris. The water is muddy and not clear or blue. And the sun is filtered through a haze.
With the right filters, though, it looks -great- on camera. And it also serves as an excellent backdrop for the brightly-lit fighting arena, freshly coated with a rubber-like material and painted in the livery of the nascent New Fighting Generation. The arena is surrounded by ropes like those found in a wrestling venue. Metal bleachers are on either side of the ring; these bleachers are about half-full of locals interested in the fierce fighting action about to unfold!
Not far from the fight locale is a small enclosed building. And it's from this building that Chevelle Beaumont emerges, one pole rested carefully on her shoulder as she saunters out. She sports a red-and-white jersey, its long red sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a pair of denim shorts, and matching red shoes. A pair of cheap sunglasses is propped atop her head -- they might have been useful if the sun were to peek out behind the clouds.
The redhead waves to the audience members as she passes the bleachers, wearing a bright smile as she walks past a table set up right at ringside. The table is important here, because atop it are four buckets of water. It's here that Chevy rests the pole atop her shoulders, hanging her elbows upon the pole with a cheery grin as she waits for the start of the fight.
A beach. It made Djamila think. her opponent is using water. There would be plenty for her. Then again, she's using ai. Usually, there is always plenty of air for her to use too. So it fights. She was also thinking of something else. But there's no more time.
She slowly comes toward the beach, where the fight is going to happen. She must be nearby as well. Or she walked. Who would be crazy enough to let Djamila walk alone in Sunshine City? Maybe someone who knows her potential.
As she gets closer, everyone can see she's wearing something different today. She's wearing a black Hijab on her head, a nice black and white bikini top, and some form of black skinny jeans short. Her shows look more like soft socks, and even then, they don't look like much. At least they still cover her feet.
Once she's near the audience, she spins her staff in the air as a greeting. She's happy to be back on the fighting scene.
But now enough fun. The fight will start soon. She gets in position, putting one end of her staff at the ground, and the way her head is, it's almost like she's looking at Chevy. "Good luck Chevy." She says but adds nothing else.
COMBATSYS: Djamila has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Chevy has joined the fight here.
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Djamila 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Chevy
When she notices Djamila's arrival, Chevy waves. She feels a bit silly about that, considering, but rationalizes to herself that it's good a signal for the audience who hadn't noticed Djamila. "Hi, Djamila! Good to see you again!" She nudges her pole through the handles of two of the buckets, then throws her leg onto the ring, shimmying her way up. A moment later, she hauls her pole and its buckets up with her, twirling the three about with practiced ease.
"I've really been looking forward to this, you know...!" she calls out. "You've done so well in N-F-G so far -- and I've been itchin' to show you how much -I've- learned!"
Drones lift off with a quiet buzz, providing an aerial view of the fight from higher angles. The audience roar grows to a fever pitch. And then a tone sounds, beginning the match in earnest.
"I'm ready! And I hope -you- are!"
Chevy lowers her shoulder, her sneakers hitting the fight surface in a rapid run. She dives in close with pole, swinging -- not to make use of her water, but rather its -weight- -- to try and hook Djamila by the foot. If she manages to accomplish that, she'd jerk outward, with an attempt to bring Djamila's foot out from under her and sling her to the mat! "Hrrraaah!"
COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Chevy's Corner Store.
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Djamila 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Chevy
"I've been looking forward to it as well. You are a worthy opponent. You have your place in this, not like someone else." She takes a deep breath. "Show me what you've learned. Give me your BEST! I shall do the same." That's her confirmation she is ready.
Everyone knows Djamila prefers to move around and just not be there when someone tries to hit her. But she's been learning. Her first action, instead of trying to move out of the way is instead to bring her staff in the way of Chevy's pole. She feels it in her arms, but it protects her.
Then she decides to set her stuff right there. It is upright, held by some chi on the fight surface. Then she jumps on her pole and spins, extending her legs in a helicopter kicks motion. She tries to hit Chevy on her way down until she reaches the ground in a split.
COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Djamila's Chopper Spin.
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Djamila 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Chevy
"Right! Let's do this!"
She seems... a little surprised when Djamila uses her pole to defend. She pulls back -- and realizes that trying to dodge might be asking a -bit- much this early in the fight. Instead, she opts to crouch, raising her own pole in defense. Water splashes out of the buckets as the pole reverberates, sending painful shudders through her arms, but with focus Chevy is able to pull the water back into those buckets. Waste not, want not!
By the time Djamila's delivering her final kick, Chevy's able to hop back safely, twirling her staff in front of her to chase away the numbness in her hands. "Watchin' you in video's one thing, but in person: you're somethin' else!" She smiles in admiration, whipping her staff around, and then halting it with the heel of her hand. One bucket drops its payload behind her, soaking her heel -- but in a dramatic motion, the water surges back against the floor, propelling Chevy forward! "Hnnnn!" She flies towards Djamila in a body splash, aiming to tackle her head-on -- and if she hits, the spray of water will continue to wash over the two, soaking both -- and clinging to Djamila like sticky marsh mud!
COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Djamila with Marsh Mud.
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Djamila 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Chevy
Djamila might have blinked under that blindfold of hers. "Oh, you're not bad yourself. Incredible respect facing you here."
Djamila plans to dodge the next attack with her staff when Chevy starts again. The problem is, she's in a split, and Chevy comes at her quickly,and the body splash hits her, making her fall on the ground hurting her before the water gets her all wet and slows her down.
She fights against the water, grinding her teeth together. She pushes her body and Chevy to get back on her feet. The water makes every harder. "What is this water made of." She says. But she still tries to attack Chevy. With a simpler manoeuver, since she's not as nimble.
She is suddenly in the air with her staff and tries to smack it down on Chevy's head. It's not pretty or showing her flexibility. But it's a move, at least. Which is still pretty hard with the way the water is clinging to her at the moment. If she hits with the first one, she does it again.
COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Chevy with Superman.
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Djamila 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Chevy
"It's from the tap!" Chevy insists, with a slightly higher pitch than usual considering her position. But as Djamila pushes her back and away, the redhead finds herself on her back foot. And that's when Djamila unmoors and weaponizes the staff -- not just once, but -twice-.
"OWW!" Chevelle staggers backwards, lowering and almost dropping her pole. The other bucket upsets, spilling its water all along the floor with a loud clang and splashing sounds. Her remaining hand presses against the injured area as her face contorts in pain. "Oww, oww... gnnngh!"
No doubt, this would be one of the highlighted photos from drone footage -- Chevy with her drenched shirt and shorts, practically seething with momentary anger -- possibly the -first- time on camera?
The redhead growls, gritting her teeth through the pain. No words are forthcoming, though, as she suddenly pivots sideways, lashing out the pole at Djamila! Channeling her frustration into action, Miss Beaumont hopes to use the leverage of the motion to sweep her hijab-wearing opponent's legs out from under her -- to bring her right back into the water-soaked floor!
But if she manages that, the water itself would "kick" Djamila back into the air, much like a SeaWorld dolphin playing with a ball! And then Chevy would grab hold of Djamila's legs and hurl her a distance away, like an Olympic hammer-tosser!
COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Chevy's Spout Toss.
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Djamila 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Chevy
She doesn't answer the water being tapped water. She knows Chevy is very good with her water. It has to be a trick, but respect for it.
"Good thing that's not a sword," Djamila says after hitting Chevy twice over the head. It feels like she wants to say more, but she doesn't. Especially since Chevy seems angry right now. So the girl is not always cheery. That's something.
The other pole girl strikes her. Djamila doesn't feel fast enough, with the water clinging over her to move out of the way. So instead, she prepares to block again. Mint helped her with this, and it pays off, a lleast to a point. She manages to block Chevy's pole again with her own. But the water seems to trigger anyway, and she pushes the poor stripper up in force. Then Chevy grabs her legs. She manages to hurl her, but Djamila slams her staff down. Shet stops herself but she lands hard from this. She feels it in her body. She didn't come out of this attack unscathed.
"Ok babe. You want to trip, let's trip." First Djamila uses wind chi to clear the muddy water from her. Why didn't she think of that before? Because she's still learning. She uses the wind chi to push her body further and then sweeps toward Chevy's legs quicker than she usually is. If she succeeds in tripping her, she slams her staff down on her and uses some wind chi to push the staff even harder into her before pulling it back.
She's feeling this fight in her body now, for sure, but she keeps pushing herself.
COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Djamila's Jade Split.
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Djamila 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Chevy
"It still hurt jus' as bad!" snaps Chevy, one eye still screwed shut from the pain. With her attack mitigated, Chevy decides to leave the water where it sits, focusing her attention on twirling the staff to her side to regain some of her calmness. Sure enough -- having spoken her mind, she lets the bad vibes flow out of her -- and with it, the tension from the 'muddy' water relaxes entirely. The water once again flows freely, like water off a duck's back.
With a calm breath, she raises a palm, bringing her pole to one side. She seems... curious in the wind chi that swirls into being around Djamila, raising an eyebrow. Oddly -- she can -feel- this, now, with the effect that the wind has on her water. The training from Ariastra and Peng You seems to be paying off. And that brings back a sliver of her usual smile.
It's not that Chevy is slacking off though. Indeed -- when Djamila sweeps in, Chevy moves with the motion, so that Djamila's staff cracks against her shins -- drawing another grunt of pain out of Chevy -- but in such a way that she still has control. Particularly, she's able to land on her hands rather than her duff. And by straightening her spine and rolling sideways, she's able to avoid the followup strikes, which smack against the puddles she's left behind with splashing sounds.
But in the next motion, there's an even louder splash, as seemingly -all- of the water moves, compelled by a single effort, blasting Chevy to her feet a few meters away. She lands with her pole outstretched behind her, one palm reaching out towards Djamila. And the reclaimed water swirls around her in a crescent wave -- a smooth, continuous crescent orbiting her like a satellite.
"Ah'm sorry you had to see that," says Chevy, pacing backwards slowly as the water continues to swirl around her. The water's orbit gains, both in speed and intensity. "Just wasn't ready for a head shot." Or two...
COMBATSYS: Chevy gathers her will.
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Djamila 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Chevy
"Oh. It hurts like bitch, I am sure. Sorry babe, but you're doing great. You fit here. Not like your friend."
Then the attack, Chevy doesn't come out of it unscathed, but Djamila has to admit she responded well to the whole thing, and now she can feel the water swirling around her.
Her head tells her that since she's still powered by the wind and she won't be able to hold it forever, she should still attack. But Djamila instinctively feels she should wait instead, wait and see. Focus on Chevy. The water might be a trap right now. There is no reason to run headfirst into this.
So perhaps in a stupid move, perhaps a strategy, Djamila watches Chevy, the wind still flowing around her, keeping her alert, but she doesn't attack.
COMBATSYS: Djamila stops moving and focuses herself.
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Djamila 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Chevy
"Not like my friend?" Chevy's grin cracks into a smirk, even with the water rolling like a lazy river in its orbit around her. "-All- my friends are awesome, so if you're tryin' to mommick me..."
Her fingers spread apart. And with the tip of her tongue jutting out of her mouth, it becomes clear that the redhead is focusing on her next motion -- of moving one bucket into the flow of water, and then the other, neatly refilling the buckets...
But on the very next instant, she snaps forward, lashing her pole and one of its buckets forward, holding on tight to the other bucket and pole end. The first bucket unloads its payload -- a swirling mass that vaguely resembles a lawn dart as it hurtles its way towards the wary Djamila!
Chevy steps forward afterwards with a twirl of the pole, redistributing the remaining water equitably across the buckets once more.
"... I'm gonna need'ja to be a -bit- more specific!"
COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Chevy's Rinse Cycle.
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Djamila 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Chevy
"You can be awesome and not fit into the fighting scene." She sighs. "She's so wound up in fights. If she's still like that, she will lose again. But it doesn't matter. I don't want to disturb you. Sorry. It's not the way I would want to win."
Djamila still observes Chevy. She seems calm right now, considering how things are going. She finds the way she refills her bucket very beautiful. "You make that look so seamless."
She doesn't have time to think of the beauty of it when Chevy makes her move, and water comes her way, like a dart or something, a big one too. She slams her staff down to the side and jumps on it, air chi keeping the staff down. Then she slides gracefully toward the other side, letting the dart move on its merry way. "oof."
Once that's out of the way, she gracefully lets herself land on the ground, unhooks her staff, and starts running toward Chevy. Before long, she uses her staff like an Olympic pole, launching herself at Chevy with a jump kick. Whether she hits or not, she uses her staff to land better. The wind is still helping her be faster at the moment.
COMBATSYS: Chevy counters Butterfly from Djamila with High Tide.
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Djamila 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Chevy
"Huh." The redhead blinks back as Djamila keeps her distance -- and seems ready to drop the topic. She may have said she didn't want to disturb Chevy, so she shakes her head. "Naw, it don't -bother- me. You sure you don't wanna talk it out s'more?" She parts her lips briefly, before arching an eyebrow. "I mean, you still ain't told me who the heck you're talkin' about." Of course, from her lopsided smile, there's a good chance Chevy's just playing coy.
There is a time and a place for taking petty stabs -- but responding to compliments is not one of them. Eyes widened at Djamila's feat of flexibility and balance, Miss Beaumont wows: "Heck, I wish -I- had the core strength for that! Maybe I oughta train in it."
It isn't long before the exotic dancer has transitioned into a more aggressive stance though -- and Chevy seems to have a plan for that. She grounds the pole -- but, unlike Djamila, she steps forward to keep the pole at an angle. When her opponent's kick hurtles towards her, Chevy sways sideways, keeping the pole between herself and Djamila. And when the dancer is in range -- water gushes -out- of the top bucket, clinging to Djamila's shoulder much like her earlier attack. With the additional grip, and the leverage of the pole, Chevy pivots and steers the pole, redirecting Djamila's flight into the floor while she neatly avoids the attack!
"So..." grins the redhead, sweeping her pole to the side, and gathering the water back into her buckets. "What -does- make a good fighter, Djamila?"
Djamila doesn't say the name, not yet. To be fair she doesn't even add anything to it right now.
"Being a stripper is wonderful training." She says at one point. She means it too. It's not sarcasm or anything like that.
So Djamila does her move, but Chevy reacts to it perfectly. Besides, Djamila also loses their wind while she does the move. So The speed she had transitioned to her being slower. Chevy catches her very well on this. Djamila gets hit by the water, then by the pole that sends her hard to the floor. It hurts Djamila. Yet, she puts her staff upright and uses it to climb back up. "Masterfully done babe. You deserve points for this." She starts swinging her hips and making the 'om' sound, going into a sort of dancing meditation. "You have to fight for yourself and be carefree enough to accept your losses. Yet also want to win." She shrugs her shoulders and still sways her hips. She's not attacking at the moment, but wind chi circles her, helping her sore body.
COMBATSYS: Djamila gains composure.
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Djamila 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Chevy
Chevelle wrinkles her nose as Djamila mentions her training. "Well, yeah, I'm sure it -is-..." she comments, her cheeks turning a little pink at the implications. She's doing her best not to sound -too- judgy, while still signaling to certain listeners (who may or may not wear a fedora) that she's not particularly interested in that particular vocation.
Still. As Chevy steps aside to let Djamila up, she keeps her pole close, carefully manipulating the water to keep the balance just so. A few loose locks of her hair flit about from the nice turbulent airflow swirling in Djamila's direction.
Chevy's grin is one of amusement, as Djamila dances around, biding her time rather than initiating an attack of her own. The redhead takes cautions steps around as she speaks: "So it's just a mindset, then? Nothing to do with skill, or talent?"
And then, she senses the perfect moment to strike. She lunges in with a step, unleashing her pole to close the distance. She aims to hook her bucket around Djamila's wrist -- and tugs the bucket itself with her mastery over water to lock it in place. If she manages to do that, she'll use her leverage and momentum to wrench Djamila right off her feet and sling her to the floor! And if not, well, a bucketful of water will probably spill all over the place again...
COMBATSYS: Djamila interrupts Quick Throw from Chevy with Cross Knee Release.
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Djamila 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Chevy
"It's ok. It's not for everybody. But I am not a slut." Djamila points out. "I did what I had to do to survive on my own." As she keeps swinging her hips, holding to her staff.
"You can have all the talent in the world. But if you're too wound up, you will lose. We saw it happened." She chuckles a bit.
Chevy hooks Djamila's wrist with her bucket, but as soon as it touches, she flips and hooks her legs around her pole.
Now, as Checy logs it in place and starts drenching Djamila, she unhooks her legs and lets herself fall toward Chevy. Djamila is indeed pushed by the water but also kicks Chevy with her two legs at her chest.
The landing is not graceful, but she did what she wanted to do. She also doesn't look the worse for wear. She summons her staff back to her and uses it to stand again.
Chevy's gambit backfired -- and her pole ended up being the leverage -Djamila- needed to unmake her attack. She lets go of her pole once her opponent's feet crash into her ribcage, knocking the air out of her lungs. "Hffff!" The bucket's handles clatter loudly as they hit the deck, spilling their remaining water all over.
She tumbles across the floor, splashing across a puddle, which only serves to -keep- the Carolinian wet. She's quick to scramble to her feet, adopting a low sumo crouch with a wide grin on her face. "Djamila, -please- don't take this the wrong way... but that just sounds petty to me."
Chevy's forehead creases, as she focuses her intention. The puddles start to shudder...
"And I think you're a better person than that."
And in the very next instant, Chevy suddenly dives forward into a hands-first slide, using her puddles as a slippery slide! She makes a grab for her pole in the process -- and she tries to take advantage of the pole's length, hooking it behind Djamila's heel, to take her legs right out from under her!
COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Chevy's Weapon Trip.
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Djamila 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Chevy
Djamila is also wet right now because of the water that pushed her to the floor. "Not sure what you mean. The wound-up part and losing? You're not the person I am referring to. It was a general you. You're not too wound up." She laughs a bit
But then Chevy is doing something with the water again. Djamila focuses. She knows she will have to make a decision again. With Chevy, sometimes you have to make one fast.
When she sees Chevy goes low. The safest place seems up. She's back on her pole. She feels good there. Almost as if her staff is another limb at times. "Babe, you're not going to trip me. Not if I have a say in there.
When Chevy slides closer, Djamila jumps from her staff, and carries it with her, trying to smack her opponent's back.
Either way she lands on the ground. "I am loving this Chevy. You make me think."
COMBATSYS: Chevy parries Djamila's Medium Strike!
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Djamila 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Chevy
"Nah, I'm not..." agrees Chevy, with a small chuckle of her own. "But you won, didn'tcha? Just let it go!"
A moment later -- her attempt at a trip misses. But with her body still immersed in that puddle, she's got much more mobility than a grounded attacker normally would. And when Djamila's staff comes careening down for her back? Chevy just... shifts the tide of her slide, moving closer towards Djamila. And the staff thuds softly against the arena floor instead.
Thing is -- a split second later, Chevy's hand clamps down onto it.
And then a split second after that, with a crescent-shaped splash of water -- Chevy has blasted herself back into the air, in a whirling motion that would see her -shoulder- careening upward into Djamila's abdomen. And her arm would seek to double up Djamila's extended arm. With Chevy's arm and body secured against Djamila's arm and body -- the force of Chevy's water-borne chi would impart a rotation that could leverage the dancer to the floor!
COMBATSYS: Djamila interrupts Mudskipper EX from Chevy with Inside Leg Hang.
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Djamila 0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1 Chevy
"I want her to get the help she needs." That's all she says about that now "But I will drop it. you're right."
So the trip misses Djamila, and the staff misses Chevy who grabs it. This is already getting messy, but also awesome. The two combattant not giving an inch at this point.
But Chevy doesn't stop there, she raises with her water, and she does hit Djamila in the abdomen with her shoulder. Djamila, unable to stop the hit or the pain associated with it, decides to use the momentum given instead, and she flips herself upside down while Chevy grabs her extended arm. It doesn't look exactly painless, but it doesn't look like Djamila's arm is about to break, either.
With her free hand, Djamila grabs Chevy's ankle to pull her back down to the ground hard. Though it means Djamila has to fall too. She does her best to fall on Chevy. Not that Chevy is trapped or anything. Djamila is even trying to get back up. Depending on what Chevy follows up with.
"What the hell just happened? I was part of it, and I am not sure." She ends up laughing. Again she's very wet. That's what happened, when you fight someone really good with water chi.
Chevy expected that getting hold of Djamila's arm would give her a wide degree of latitude over where to toss her. But, yet again, the exotic dancer's flexibility exceeds her expectations -- and she finds herself face-first on the floor courtesy of said dancer's counterattack. "Ow!"
One sore ankle later, a dizzied Chevelle answers, "... Uh... still workin' on that, m'self..." At least she's taking it well! Moving to roll apart from Djamila, Chevy rises back to a crouch, her shoes squirting water about as she gains her footing. For a moment it looks like she was uncertain on what to do next -- but inspiration has a funny sense of timing. The hydromancer grabs her pole -- and suddenly leaps backwards!
In the very next instant, as Chevy's brow furrows in concentration, the water surges upwards into a powerful vortex, closing in tightly upon Djamila! It might -look- like a lovely image, but the reality of the attack, should it land, would be the cumulative impact of hundreds of miniature, high-pressure streams of water battering into Djamila simultaneously -- like one of those water massage machines kicked into double overdrive!
COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Chevy's Rinse and Repeat.
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Djamila 1/------</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0 Chevy
Djamila nods her head at Chevy's responses and waits, almost as if she is observing She learned to be very careful of the girl with her water. So she waits.
Suddenly, more water comes her way. Djamila can feel it. What can she do? She braces herself and brings her staff up. She hits some of the water with her staff to disrupt it, but she can't get them all. She at least lessens the number of hits, but she still feels the toll taken on her body.
Though she still looks hurt and tired, in another way, she looks like she's gotten a sort of second wind. "Welcome to my world. We're going to play now." she jumps forward and spins to smack her staff in Chevy's left side when she lands if she has her way. Then she pulls her staff back to her, sets it down, and climbs on it, perhaps in a different position than one might expect. "You're pushing me hard."
COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Djamila's Evasive Strike EX.
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Djamila 1/------</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Chevy
Its energy expended, the vortex disperses into a rainstorm of water droplets in a rough circular pattern.
Chevy's pole snaps vertical as soon as she senses the attack coming for her side. There's a distinct *CLACK!* sound, though Djamila's pole still cracks against her ribs to a diminished degree. Chevy's been able to suppress the outward signs of her fatigue until now, but after her last spring up from the floor, it's become clear that her energy reserves may be about to run dry: her shoulders are starting to sink lower, and the fire in her eyes isn't burning quite as brightly. Second wind? She could use one of those.
With a wary smile, Chevy raises a palm towards Djamila. The mild defense won't do much, but the ring of water around DJamila's pole slowly springs to life again, rolling towards Chevy like the morning surf. The redhead winks back in reply to Djamila's comments.
"Doin' my best! It's been a fun fight -- but I'm fixin' to take a long nap on a lounge chair once this is all over."
Casually, she lowers one end of her pole to the floor with a light *clank* sound; half of the water eagerly fills the bucket. Chevy keeps a wary distance, her eyes narrowed with focus upon Djamila as she rocks the pole backward to refill the other bucket. She knows that the next few seconds will determine the outcome of the fight -- and she plans on leaving as little to chance as she can.
"I hope Team Metal's takin' good care of y'all," she offers, as the thought occurs to her.
COMBATSYS: Chevy focuses on her next action.
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Djamila 1/------</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Chevy
Chevy does another great block, which stops Djamila from going full damage with her blow. It's alright. keep the suspense going.
When Chevy talks about resting, Djamila agrees. "Yeah, would be great to rest. But later. We have to finish this." She smirks a bit.
Djamila ponders a moment on what she is going to do, then she decides to throw her staff toward Chevy. It's nothing impressive. It's just something random she thinks about. Whether she does damage or not, she pulls back the staff with winds if she can.
Then she finally answers. "I hope Thunder does the same for your team." She looks tired, but not ready to give up yet.
COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Chevy with Thrown Object.
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Djamila 1/-----<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1 Chevy
Chevy's gaze is focused squarely upon Djamila. She's all set to prepare her next move -- and prepared for Djamila to swoop down and strike from atop her pole. The adjustment catches her off-guard; thinking it just another one of the dancer's tricks, she's slow to recognize the dismount and attack for what it is.
"Ow!" exclaims Chevy as the pole rams her right in the abdomen, forcing her back a step. Gritting her teeth, she shakes her head, water droplets sprinkling down in the process as she gathers her wits. "Alright then..." she mutters under her breath.
Steely determination supplants airy cheerfulness. as she swings one of her buckets in a downward diagonal chop at Djamila's feet. Wasn't she warned that a trip wouldn't work, though? Perhaps that's why Chevy's momentum doesn't stop there -- the true attack was to tackle Djamila with her shoulder, using the -other- end of her pole to pincer her in place as Chevy shoulder-tosses her at the floor!
COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Djamila with Mix-Up Throw.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-
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Djamila 1/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 Chevy
She thinks she only has to last a bit more as her staff strikes Chevy from afar. She does bring it back into her hands with winds after. "Yes, give it your ass. Come on Chevy!" Let see.
Djamila gets on her staff again after settling it down. Which is good enough to not be tripped, but that makes her prime to be hit by the following attack, the shoulder. It's especially useful when Chevy uses the other end of her pole. It hits her Djamila hard, and she falls to the floor. She grimaces. "ow!"
. She takes a deep breath, and the wind pushes Djamila onto her feet before surrounding her and giving her a last push of speed. She grabs her staff and starts swinging it overhead. "Fine. It's all fine."
After a moment, more wind is made with the spinning of her staff. She suddenly brings it in front of herself, still spinning it as fast as she can. If she has her way, she will hit Chevy with both her spinning staff and the wind blowing from it. "If I lose, I know I will have given it my all at least!" Push herself as much as she can.
COMBATSYS: Chevy fails to counter Teddy from Djamila with King Tide.
* Attack Of Opportunity! *
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COMBATSYS: Chevy can no longer fight.
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Chevy had thought she'd had another moment to recover from her attack -- but alas, Djamila's affinity with wind easily matches her own affinity with water. The dancer moves in swiftly -- and it's all Chevy can do to pin her own pole in front, upending the water buckets with a quick shaking motion, and -back the heck up-.
"... Same!" barks back Chevy, backpedalling away and then gritting her teeth. She weaves the spilling water in mid-air, twisting it away from the pull of gravity into a two-meter-wide circle...
But that only lasts a brief instant, before the wind gusts intensify, shearing the ring of water asunder, scattering the water droplets in every direction but towards Djamila! Chevy's jaw falls slack as her pace falters -- the very element she had hoped to employ in her defense torn out from under her. The wind blows her matted hair back, pulls the jersey taut against her; water droplets turned against her feel like needles driven into her skin. She lowers her chin, leaning into the wind...
And then the -staff itself- is brought to bear, battering against Chevy. First it hits her pole, ripping it out of her hands. Then her arms -- twisting them out of its path. And finally the pole clobbers against Chevy's temple, filling her vision with stars as it flings her upper body to one side, her lower body flung to the other. She flies backward, spun on a horizontal axis, for a good four meters, slamming into the glass barrier wall with a chorus of unpleasant squeaks.
All but flattened against the glass, Chevy catches sight of Djamila once more, out of one eye...
And manages to give one brief, approving nod, before falling free of the glass, and slumping onto the floor. Either the exhausted Southerner is unconscious... or darn close to it.
The wind stops for no one. A bit like water. In their differences, Chevy and Djamila are also similar. At least that thought gets in her mind as she pushes herself.
She sees Chevy prepare a counter-offensive as Djamila pushes with the wind. If Chevy pulls it off, she knows she will be completely exposed to her attack. But today, the wind wins against the water. Another time, water will win against the wind.
Though it's not enough. Not enough to have stopped CHevy's defense, she has to push, take her out of this fight, and soothe herself in the process. The wind is multi-task. She keeps pushing with the wind.
Pushing, until the staff joins the wind. She is pulling it off. She's hitting Chevy with her staff. Wack, the staff is gone. Wack, the arms. Wack the side of the head. Djamila still makes a face at the hit. That must have hurt. Good thing the glass is solid at least.
After this, Djamila goes to one knee. She feels exhausted, but the wind that was so harsh against Chevy comes back to her and soothes her body a little and she's able to get back up. "Thank you, Chevy. For pushing me so hard, and I am sorry, but keep an eye on your friend. I am not saying this out of spite, but because I care, in my weird way."
Soon, the winner is announced, and when her name is said out loud, she lifts her staff in the air. She's happy. She gives one last look at Chevy, hoping they will meet again one day, both much further along their path, more experienced.
Meanwhile, if necessary, paramedics come to check on Chevy.
COMBATSYS: Djamila has ended the fight here.
Log created on 12:40:04 06/15/2023 by Djamila, and last modified on 17:30:45 06/16/2023.