NFG Season One - Extra-Curricular Fight

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Description: Djamila goes out without her security detail to search for a fight to let off some steam with. What was supposed to be giving a lesson to hoodlums becomes, instead, a chance meeting with a wandering brawler completely unrelated with the NFG tournament.

Djamila has won her fight against Hawksley. This was nice, but she had her next match in her head now. After seeing what happened in her love's match. She had that also in her mind. She couldn't say she was happy. She didn't know how she felt actually about it all. She needed to clear her head.

So that's what she is doing outside, and she ends up in an alley because she's not paying much attention to where she is walking right now.

She's wearing black today. Black pants, black top. It goes well with her black blindfold and her black combat boots.

She knows she probably should be with Kenzo right now, but with everything in her mind, she needed a break outside. So she keeps walking in the alley. She doesn't trip on anything, but besides that, she's not paying much attention. Ideally, she would fight someone. She is in that mood, but perhaps she will find a quiet spot around, even if she knows it's not super safe, and meditate a bit. Let's see what life brings in her path.

If it's a fight she's looking for, wandering blindly (usually figuratively speaking) into an alleyway in Metro city seems to be the way to go for it. Especially one that just so happens to wind through several twists and turns, being cut between a dense packing of buildings as it is. Easy to get lost in, and more importantly...

Easy to get ambushed in.

She probably noticed someone following her already. Three very shady folks. Some kind of young thugs, hooligans. The type you see in cities like this trying to act tougher than they really are, and throwing their weight around on people weaker than them. Djamila probably looks like a prime mark for them, for mugging... or worse. She could probably take them pretty easy though, even dipping so deep into the shady alleyways... but then someone else shows up, in front of her.

A heavy footstep carrying a weight much more enormous than that of a normal human. A veritable giant ducking from around the corner she was probably going to be turning at soon, too. The figure clad in a field jacket with a fur-lined hood towers easily over her, an imposing figure. A pincher maneuver from the hooligans, maybe? Would they really be so coordinated?

"Hey there, young lady..." The massive man's deep, bass voice rumbles from above. "What'cha doin' in a place like this all by your lonesome, huh?" There's a subtle smirk, even. "Don't ya know it's dangerous in places like this?" There is something in this man's chi. A fiery flare -- a desire to fight, in that very instant. But...

Suddenly, the man has leaped up. His strong legs springing him up into the air to an absurd height, vaulting straight over Djamila to land into a crouch right in front of the three hoodlums stalking after her, the weight of his landing actually causing a mild shockwave that makes the three stumble back slightly.

"...Ain't that right, ya punks?!"

One of the braver of the lot decides to step right up with a defiantly overconfident look, already swinging a fist with a yell of, "Outta the way, old man!!!"

The massive man, however, just grins. Crouched as he is, he is actually low enough for the fist to be able to reach his head, but... he actually leans in. All but shoving his weight forward to deliberately slam the front of his skull straight into the incoming fist, and--


It's the hooligan who yells in pain. Staggering back and grasping his fist with his other hand. But rather than getting given a chance to fully recover, the intruding massive man springs the rest of the way up from his crouch and delivers a fierce uppercut straight into the hoodlum's chin that actually launches him in the air, and far enough back along the alleway for him to tumble straight back into the street proper!

Well damn, that plan, if a plan there was, fell away pretty quickly. The little men did feel like nothing once she felt them around her. But that big man though. He makes her think of Braun. Heh, that was a fun spar. Until security took her away. Security she didn't have anymore, or she probably wouldn't be here. It's fine. She really can defend herself, and well, seems there is always someone to help, even in the least likely areas.

"Looking for a fight, maybe. Is that a crime?" Though, to be fair, she did wander there lost in her thoughts, not on purpose. It's almost a shame when he goes to attack the punks instead. "Hey, those were my toys." She says in a teasing voice.

When the fight is going on, she has an amused smile on her lips. That man is strong. She hasn't seen a ton of men headbutt a fist. Then again, her friend Hawksley headbutted a bomb, and ended up headbutting her feet in her last match. So why not a fist? Especially when his skull seems so hard.

The uppercut is also vicious. That makes her think a bit of Kongou. Her mind is really going at different people and places right now. But she enjoys it. "Ok, those little men wouldn't have been much fun." She says as the other two run to grab their friends who are now on the street proper, given everyone.

"Well done. Do you think you have some of that left in store for me? Or did those guys drain you out?" She grins. "I am Djamila by the way. You might or might not have heard my name. I am in NFG." She comes out straight. "But first." She tries to hug him. "That's my thanks because I will take this as you trying to help me out. You should always help out. So, a hug. Like this, you are more likely to help the next person who is in trouble. Instead of wondering if you will be yelled at." She smiles and sets her staff down, waiting.

"Tch." It's a disappointed sound that comes from between the enormous man's lips over the sight of the hoodlums running away like that. He actually shakes his head and mutters, "No fun at all..."

But that being said, he does turn around to face the girl herself, actually asking "You aight, young lady?" Right before she asks... well. If he's down for more. That actually makes him blink in surprise, and look the girl up and down before she offers her name. It doesn't seem to ring a bell, but the contest she namedrops does seem to draw some recognition out of him at least.

"I heard of it, sure..." He offers, but he doesn't look entirely convinced, still. Mulling that over, though, leaves him completely open, for... a hug!

"...Huh?" The big man actually looks even more surprised by this, but he's not really complaining. He does even draw one arm in over to give a quick squeeze around her, with his other hand giving a quick pat to the top of her head. "Hey, I didn't come pickin' a fight expecting a pretty girl to hug me after, but I'll take it."

He takes one step back, crossing his arms along his bare chest while he gives Djamila one more up-and-down look over, brows furrowed curiously. "...Name's Tarmo. What was that you said back there again, just now?"

"Some nasty guys aren't really that nasty, are they? At least not to a big guy like you. " She tells him "I am fine though. I mean, it's not like they were able to hurt me at all. You were there at the right time. Or at a bad time. It depends on what way you want to say it."

She doesn't complain about the squeeze though. She also takes a step back after. "Thank you for the compliment by the way." She ponders. "I said I am Djamila, and I asked you if you would fight me. You seem a lot more fun and spar-worthy than the guys who just ran away with their tails between their legs. That was something." She giggles, welcoming the distraction from the thoughts in her mind. "I promise to not be as easy as those guys. I know how to handle myself to a point." She smiles.

Then she giggles again. "A little girl like me doesn't scare a big man like you, yeah?" She teases him now. Hopefully, it's clear. Some other people got mad at her teasing and took it really down to heart.

"Eeeh..." Tarmo doesn't look entirely convinced, even still. Not even with all the talk that Djamila lays down in front of him. He might have very well looked like he was looking for a fight, too, but...

"Are ya sure?" He asks with a frown directed down at her, his gaze quite purposefully going to her blindfold... though he might very well be thinking she won't actually notice him doing that. "I mean, I get that you say you're in some fight tournament already, but... uh..." How is he going to say this politely, right? Is there an universe where he *could* say anything else here politely?

But the teasing. Oh, that makes his brow twitch. He might very well also be banking on her not being able to tell that mucch happened, and he tries to just play it off with a blunt statement of, "Not even a little."

She chuckles. "I won't hold you liable for anything that happens to me. It's not my style. Just something to take my mind off of things a bit. Yeah?"

Then he asks if she is sure and looks weird at her. She doesn't smile for a moment before it comes back on her face. She takes her staff and non-threateningly, brings (or at least tries) to bring her staff on different body parts. "Left and right knee." Touching each. "Crotch." This one, she brings her staff close but does not touch. "Chest." touches. "Shoulders, and face." She pokes them all. "I at least know your height, yeah?" Of course, he could have stopped her before them. She was just playful and maybe trying to push him a little bit. "So what will it be? Will you give me my chance to show you the fighter I am, or will you stop yourself at my handicap?" She inquires at him, bringing her staff back to rest on the ground as she hold it.

Tarmo remains with a dubious frown on his face... until Djamila starts poking at various body parts -- his eyes actually briefly widening when the end of her staff comes worryingly close to the space between his thighs, before she continues on to other parts.

"...Okay, fine," he mumbles right as the tip actually presses against his cheek, letting out a little huff once it's been brought back. "Ya made yer point. Ya got some kinda spiritual nonsense back there that's letting ya see things in a different way, ain't ya..." See enough fighters using some kind of supernatural means, and you start making some guesses on what others are able to do too, see?

"Alright, fine then, young lady Djamila," he growls then, unfolding his arms and thumping his fist against the open palm of his other hand while his head tilts from left to right, lightly popping some knots in his joints there.

"If ya wanna show me how much fun ya can be, then go on. Hit me and we'll see how this goes, huh?"

COMBATSYS: Tarmo has started a fight here.

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Tarmo            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Djamila has joined the fight here.

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Tarmo            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

"You're not just brawl then Tarmo? Good to know. Yes, something like that. There are still things I can't do, but fighting isn't part of that." She shrugs her shoulders.

Ok, let me show you what I can do. I don't think I will disappoint you." She grins.

Then, suddenly, she slams her staff down in front of Tarmo, and it stays upright with Chi. Then she jumps high on her staff before she reverses herself and holds herself by her legs. She ends up putting her arms around his legs and pulling, trying to trip him. Let's see just how strong and steady she is after all. After that, if she can, she flips back down onto her feet, holding her staff.

"This is going to be fun, I am sure. Don't hold back though. That wouldn't be fun for either of us." She is very serious about this.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo blocks Djamila's Inside Leg Hang.

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Tarmo            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

Tarmo's thick brow quirks up when the staff comes slamming down. And further still when she actually leverages herself around along it by her legs. He almost lets out an impressed whistle before he sees her reaching for his legs with her arms from that unique vantage point.

He *was* going to actually let her just hit him, to see how hard she could hit. But he isn't planning to outright let her take the feet from underneath him. The sudden and unexpected angle for the reach does make the Finn stumble with one of his feet, but... his balance is restored almost immediately, and his feet stamp down to anchor his immense weight down with a grunt.

"Guess we'll just see, Young Lady," he rumbles out, and just as she comes to land down on the ground again, he pivots himself along one foot, to sweep the other in a wide low kick... which, let's be honest, with his height is almost certainly going to mean that his heel will end up smacking towards Djamila's knee instead of her ankle if she doesn't get out of the way or block it, And even a seemingly casual motion like that? It carries the immense momentum of the giant man's weight and muscle behind it even just like that.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Tarmo's Light Kick.

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Tarmo            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

She wasn't able to trip Tarmo. Is she super surprised? Not that much. He's heavy. Heavy people fall harder, but you also have a harder time tripping them. So valuable insight into her opponent.

What comes after is a kick from Tarmo. It seems he may want to trip her, or perhaps he just wants to bust her knee, where it seems to be aimed. Instead, she is back up on her staff as quickly as she was off, really high up. At best, the kick hits her staff, but the Chi holds it there, even if she feels vibrations with the kick. Quickly, she extends her legs from the top of her staff, and she lets herself spins all the way down. If she has her way, he will get it with multiple kicks on the way down. Tenderize him a little perhaps.

She ends up in a split, on the ground, and she gracefully comes back up on her feet. At least if everything goes to plan. Who knows, in a fight like this?

You know, I used to say I am unstoppable. It's mostly true, but since it happened once or twice, I can't really claim it anymore." She smirks. She has fun.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo endures Djamila's Chopper Spin EX.

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Tarmo            0/-------/---====|>>>----\-------\0          Djamila

"Oooh?" Comes Tarmo's actually kind of impressed-sounding tone, thanks to Djamila so deftly swinging herself right back onto that pole. "Ya a pole-dancer, huh?" He actually asks as his foot rebounds off the staff -- which is roughly all he has time to do before she's coming down off it with a flurry of kicks.

Tarmo doesn't really have the time to lift his arms up to protect himself. But he doesn't even seem to try. Instead, he stands his ground, as those multiple spinning kicks spiral their way through and smack one after the other against his side, then his thigh -- and yet, he winds his fist back the whole time, and right as she lands, he's taking one step forward, and.


That fist swings right back over, in a fierce uppercut that aims to strike straight for Djamila's midsection. WIth such enormous force that it would even send her flying off her feet by a couple or so feet. But if that hit did go through? He goes on to leap right after her, and grab her from the air while she's still there and land down on the ground, bringing his hefty weight to slamming right on top of her so she might be pinned to the ground!

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Tarmo's Ilmahyokkays EX.

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Tarmo            0/-------/----===|>>>----\-------\0          Djamila

"Yes." She confirms to him as he asks after she is done with her kicks. It's strange because he just took her blows. Now, she is confident in her strong legs. In her mind, she has at least bruised him. If not, well she will do what she has to do.

After answering in the affirmative, she didn't have time to say anything else, as he was already ready to hit her. This time, instead of going high, she lets herself crumble to the floor, letting the uppercut pass over her.

"Oof that didn't seem pleasant at all." She says, unsure what would have happened if it had hit, but nothing good for sure. When she says that, she grabs her staff, unconnecting it from the ground, and she rolls to smack it on his left knee if she can, from another position. "I told you, I am not defenseless." She refrains from saying anything else for now, keeping her senses as sharp as she can.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo dodges Djamila's Evasive Strike.

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Tarmo            0/-------/----===|>>>----\-------\0          Djamila

"I believe ya now!" Tarmo declares with a roaring laughter, even as he suddenly makes a pounce up with a kick to the ground from both his feet, suddenly sailing straight over the swipe of the staff that was meant for his knee, clearing a surprising amount of air for the second time in their short meeting now.

"Guess you're fun then!" He laughs on when he lands, and pushes his way on forward. His other hand coming to thrust forward for her, to grab at her shoulder, to grab and shove in an effort to send her sailing towards the closest wall. It's not a terribly rough shove, but enough to get her stumbling -- something he quickly tries to make use of by hoisting one of his feet up again, and thrusting it in a straight kick for her, intending to strike her before she might regain her balance again.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Tarmo's Combo Throw.

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Tarmo            0/-------/---====|>>>----\-------\0          Djamila

"You're fun too. You're quick enough to just sail away. The beauty of big powerful legs." She grins. Now, her new friend has reflexes. Even better. "If we're all fun, it's a party." She laughs.

He wants to grab and shove her back. Which he does. Her back hits the wall, not hard, but it could be his chance to do some damage. But when he's about to kick, she puts her staff down and jumps high up with its help. Then she moves to hit him over the head with it. If it works out, she uses wind chi to push her back up, so she can crap it down on its head a second time. This is the test to see just how hard his head is. If she gets to actually test it. "No matter who wins, we're friends, right?" She grins, landing down on her feed.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo interrupts Superman EX from Djamila with Moukari-Isku EX.

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Tarmo            0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\-------\0          Djamila

Tarmo's eyes track upwards when Djamila goes sailing high in the air, too. His foot sweeps right back down from where it had hit the wall, leaving behind a crack in the brickwork.

And he reaches his massive paws up towards her as she comes down. The staff does bonk him on the head with an echo-like noise, but... the instant it does, his left hand clamps right down around it, and the other enormous hand snatches Djamila herself by her side. The size difference coming frightfully apparent when she might realize just the fingers of one hand from the man damn near wrap entirely around her waist.


His grip doesn't entirely halt her momentum. She might get the sense that he could have done exactly that if he wanted, but instead, he's using that momentum to spin himself around once over, in a full circle that finally ends in him slamming the girl back-first against the wall again with a weighty leveraging of force that sends dust flying off in a cloud upon impact.

"Yer slippery," he offers, as his hand lets go of her staff in favor of trying to grasp for her shoulder next, intent on pressing her into the wall for at least a moment. "BUt how long can ya keep that up?"

Djamila does hit him over the head, which is fun in its own right, but it comes even more so as he catches her right then. He grabs her staff, he grabs her side, and in another situation, it might be the beginning of dancing slowly together. Isn't a fight a sort of dance anyway? Either way, he got her. "It seems you do." She manages to say before she goes along for a right, which ends up with her back crashing on the wall and making a cloud of dust. It makes her cough.

"As long as need to. Being slippery has kept me alive." She says, before her shoulder instead of her staff.

It still leaves her with some mobility in her arm, which she uses to strike Tarmo toward his lower body. Maybe his thigh, maybe something more intimate. It's not like she had a perfect 'viewpoint or mobility at the moment.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo interrupts Medium Strike from Djamila with Karhun Isku.
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-

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Tarmo            0/-------/=======|=======\======-\1          Djamila

"S'that so?" Tarmo whispers, with a wide, wiiide grin on his features while his hand leaves her waist to be drawn back in a tight fist.

And the instant she moves, so does he, with his other hand still at her shoulder.

That drawn-back hand suddenly snaps over, arcing all the way from behind him to high up over his head before coming down again, in a furious overhead strike that slams his enormous fist straight down onto Djamila a split second before her fist fully makes it through. Not quick enough to stop her knuckles from making contact with his side, but quick enough to stop the full weight of the hit from going through.

And more importantly, quick and forcefully enough to potentially slam her right down onto the ground.

"...You've given me a pretty good workout so far, Young Lady Djamila," he murmurs, slowly taking a step back after that strike, shaking his fist at his side twice over before releasing it into a loose hand again. "Still up for more?"

She ends up hitting the ground hard. Tarmo utilizes his superior build and perhaps strength to really give it to her. She ends up crumbling to the ground, hitting it hard with his help. That will leave a mark.

It has hit her hard. She can feel her mind is messed up and dazed. She instinctively goes back to something she knows that will help her in the long run. She gets back up on a bit of shaky legs. She sets her stuff down, and then she undulates her hips, making an 'om' sound. Winds gather around her and seem to soothe her body and presumably her mind too. "Ok. Don't stop there with such a great turnaround. I am not done with you yet." She keeps undulating her hips her legs stronger now., She is doing her best to clear her head. This time from actual physical damage and not from what has been bothering her before.

COMBATSYS: Djamila leans against her staff, which stays upright and waits.

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Tarmo            0/-------/=======|=======\======-\1          Djamila

Tarmo's head actually tips slightly over to one side curiously while he watches Djamila, but... he still takes a step closer to her again.

"Tryin' to distract me with a show?" He asks with a *slightly* accusing tone... though that being said, he *did* briefly peer down at the undulating motions of her hips regardless.

"You ain't got time for that right now!" He roars out, taking another stomping step forward, one of those massive paws reaching out again in a quick, sweeping motion that ends with the intention of landing his palm in a light slap to her shoulder, only to grip on tight and then give a rough shove meant to send her flying towards the wall again.

"Maybe next time though!"

COMBATSYS: Djamila counters Medium Throw from Tarmo with Teddy.

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Tarmo            1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0          Djamila

it might not have had the usual soothing property toward her physical body it usually has, but this moment, at least has helped clear her mind. "Not for your benefit sweety." She tells him, trying to still look groggy. No sense to show her head is clearing.

When he steps forward and brings his hand toward her, she unattaches her staff from the ground and spins it up to smack her hand away.

Even as she gets his hand away from her, she continues to spin it, gathering wind which she grows with chi. Then she brings her staff in front of her and slides forward, hitting Tarmo with a flurry of staff hits and wind as she keeps spinning it over and over. Some of the wind makes its way back to her and seems to sooth her body that way instead.

After a bit more time, she finally finishes. She stops spinning her staff and jumps back a bit. "I may lose, but I am not going to make it easy on you." She breathes deeply "You will remember this. I am not a defenseless little thing.


Okay, that came as a surprise. Tarmo's got a lot of bulk behind that arm, so it doesn't normally get swiped away so easily, and yet, there it goes, sailing far off to the side. And right iwth it, comes the whirlwind.

One of a literal wind, and a whirlwind of blows too. Chi-formed wind sweeps through into him over and over with every blow, drawing sharp grunts and hisses from the man.

And he actually stumbles. A step back at first, but then another, a second, under the onslaught of strikes, that finally actually brings him down to one knee with a pained groan. Left panting there.

"H-helvetti..." The Finn groans out, eyes squitn shut from the pain running through every joint in his body, the chi lingering in his nervess in a way that he can't quite shrug off the same way as any typical physical strike.

"Hhh... Okay... Fine..."

But then. He snaps his head up to lock his eyes onto Djamila again.

"Duly noted."

And with that comes a sudden renewed thrust of his hand for her. Aiming right for her knee, to grasp for it into a steel-tight grip, and yank her right by it.

ANd if she doesn't manage to escape that, oh, there will be a reckoning. One of the girl getting swung up by her ankle like a doll, and violently swung from side to side, to be struck into one wall first, and then the opposing one, over and over and over, until she would be finally simply tossed up into the air -- only to have one final overhead punch delivered onto her while she's on her way down.


COMBATSYS: Tarmo knocks away Djamila with Hakkaa Paalle.

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Tarmo            0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1          Djamila

There are times when she can surprise. Other times, things don't work out as she thinks they will. This is such a time. At first, her attack manages to hit as she wants it toward Tarmo. It seems she gave him something to think about.

But after, when he gets on the offensive, a hand comes toward her. She tries to simply get away, but He has big hands, and he still manages to grab her. It goes to hell from here.

She starts getting hit from side to side. It would be comical to an outside observer as it almost looks like a Saturday morning cartoon of old as she hits the ground several times, getting beaten over and over. She looks the worse for wear, but even after all does hits, it doesn't stop.

After all that, he tosses her in the air. Gravity takes its due, pulling her back down, and as it does so, he punches her hard, to slam her even harder. Gravity is proud, but Djamila is not. After that onslaught of hits and pain, she certainly won't get up, will she?"

It's when she might be surprised again. She actually gets up with her staff, and she slams it down as if it was a statement. "You won't keep me down!" she says, as her body hurts everywhere." This time, her head is clear enough to do it right. She undulates her hips again and makes that 'om' sound loud and clear. The wind comes around her. It doesn't remove all the marks or all the pain, but it helps her go some more as it makes her less shaky on her legs. "That's all you got?" She tells him, sticking her tongue at him. They both know that was very painful for her."

COMBATSYS: Djamila makes the om sound and wind chi flies around her for a short moment.

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Tarmo            0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1          Djamila

Tarmo looks very much *satisfied* by the revelation that Djamila is, in fact, still pushing herself up to standing proudly after everything, no matter how wobbly her legs might be in that moment.

"Wouldn't want it any other way," he answers, straightening himself up in his posture now after all of those furious swings that he subjected her to, thumping his fist against the open palm of his other hand as he does, taking a deep breath at the same time. His eyes narrowed subtly towards Djamila the whole time.

"Come on then. I know you're cookin' something in there. Show me what ya got."

COMBATSYS: Tarmo gains composure.

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Tarmo            0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1          Djamila

"If you don't mind, I will take another breather there then. If you're not going to attack." She smirks a bit. Bruises are already showing on the part of her body that are exposed and cuts too. She is definitely showing the signs of the fight.

"I hope you will forgive me." She laughs. She does focus her senses as she stops moving after that. She focuses on herself too. There is no trick nothing happens beyond that.

COMBATSYS: Djamila stops moving and focuses herself.

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Tarmo            0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0          Djamila

Tarmo clicks his tongue in his mouth at that, giving a little shake of his head. "Dunno if I can," he tells her, with a wry smile.

"You're welcome to try me then, lass," he growls

"But I'll try!" Suddenly, his arms cross in front of him, and he's launching himself into a forward charge, the heft of his rapid footsteps echoing in thunderous sounds through the alleyway as he comes bearing down towards Djamila.

"Better be ready!!!" He warns one final time there, all but barreling towards her as if he's trying to run right over her like a runaway truck.

COMBATSYS: Djamila counters Rynnakko from Tarmo with Butterfly EX.

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Tarmo            0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0          Djamila

She can't help but laugh when he says he doesn't know if he can forgive her. She needed that.

"I will try you, you will try me." Now, it feels like this is it. Djamila is tired. She can't meditate forever during the fight. Not like when she's in her room, just healing. Which she will need later on. Oof.

"I am ready." She waits. What else is she going to do? He comes so fast at her. Normally, when a truck comes toward you, you get out of the way. Especially with the pain Djamila feels. But instead, she uses her staff and launches herself hard and fast. She uses the strength of her legs there too. To hit extra hard if she can and stop his momentum, actually using it against him.

She does hit against his chest hard, allowing her to bounce from him to land safely. She does feel the hit in her leg, but she can take it. She lands rather gracefully, given how she feels.

When she is on the ground, she watches what happens to Tarmo. She doesn't automatically assume she is safe now.


Tarmo's hit way harder than he expected, himself. Those strong pole-dancer legs smash straight into his bare chest, making him stumble again with a wheeze escaping from within his lungs. It makes him stagger to the side, right against a large garbage bin.

"HUgh... guuuh...!" He groans out in pain, breathless after the abuse to his lungs. Eyes unfocused, but...

He still moves. On automation, mostly. His arms moving and hands gripping at the dumpster, one hand eventually reaching down to grasp at the bottom of it.


He actually lifts the damned thing up. The immensely heavy object, hoisted up like it's a chair. And swung through the small space of the alleway towards Djamila.

His hands slip then, right before the potnetial impact, however. The last of the man's strength spent, and he's falling down.

Faceplanting rather ungracefully onto the curb regardless of if Djamila manages to get out of the wya or not.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo can no longer fight.

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Tarmo knocks away Djamila with Raskaat Tyokalut.
- Power hit! -

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Djamila          1/--=====/=======|

She sees him hurting and weakening. So when he lifts that dumpster, she doesn't think he will be able to use it through be told.

At the last moment, however, he does hit her with a hit before dropping it and Djamila isn't able to move out of the way of that massive thing. It hits her hard and sends her away hard toward the wall.

There is one lucky thing out of this, however. She can use her staff to stop her whole body from hitting the wall. She still falls to the ground rather hard. She takes a moment to stay on the ground. Truth be told, she's unable to move right now. She's conscious somewhat, just yeah. For this moment her body is telling her. "Wait!"

"Blrg," Tarmo eventually manages grumble out, mostly muffled against the ground his face is pressed against.

He doesn't really even manage to move enough to turn his face away from being pressed so uncomfortably against the ground, instead continuing to muffle right against it, "You alive...?"

COMBATSYS: Djamila leans against her staff, which stays upright and waits.

COMBATSYS: Djamila can no longer fight.

She still stays there a short moment. "You better believe it." She moves her fingers a bit, letting her body know she wants to move soon. "I survived a very nasty... explosion... If that... does me... in." But right now she just moves her fingers, getting sensations back in her body, but not a whole lot pleasant.

She waits a moment, at least enough to catch her breath and speak better. Then she says, still tired. "You want to get a drink after that? My treat. You were a good sport. You didn't go easy on me. At least not at the end." She starts moving her legs but is not standing up yet."

Tarmo groans loudly first, as if to answer her question. But then he does manage to forcefully shove himself to rolling over, so he's laid onto his back.

"...Yeah," he says then, after roughly ten more seconds of just regathering himself. "I can do that. Drink sounds... good."

"You're not used to going down I am taking it? And you didn't expect a little thing like me to do it?" She laughs and ends up coughing.

After that, she does manage to put her staff upright. She uses it to stand up. Though it's not easy right now. But she does enough to summon the wind on her again. Her body needs soothing, a lot of it. But if she could at least walk right now, it would be grand. "Ow. You did a number on me with that dumpster. I really didn't think you would be able to do it. That's my bad." She laughs and coughs again, but the wind circles her, helping a bit. She will need a long time of meditation or drawing. Something to focus on, to help heal from this.

"So a drink when we can both walk again." She is still proud of her performance. Also getting her body used to take powerful blows. As long as she doesn't die. That would be so crazy, die because of a fight.

"I love to push myself. I hope you enjoy that too. Otherwise, it might not have been so fun for you." She slowly recovers, enough to be able to move semi-normally. If pain is considered normal anyway.

"Guhhh. Yeah." Tarmo does eventually manage to push himself with his feet towards a wall, and props his back against it, clutching his arm against his other side with a wince of pain. "That's... you hit way harder than you look," he mutters. He's happy to be quiet for a moment after that, just nodding in response to the furhter notion of hte drink.

But then he laughs a little when she mentions liking to push herself. "Yeah," he grunts out past the laughter, and a few more winces from his ribs complaining at the whole thing. "Me too. Makes ya feel alive, don't it?"

She feels better, after some time with the wind. It's almost as if the wind and her are related. "Oof, I feel human again." She chuckles. "Let me know when you can walk. I think I can walk semi-decently now. But now hurry." She giggles.

"Oh yeah, working the pole has all kinds of benefits for me. I need a strong and agile body. My past has also toughened me up." She shrugs at that.

"I am in a tournament. Everyone would tell me to not get hurt. But I have to push myself more and more. Because I need to win. Or at least do everything I can to win." She doesn't go further on that, but she answers him. "I feel alive right now, and like a truck ran me over." She laughs. "I must have some messed up ribs, but it has eased. I will definitely be able to heal myself at home in time and then some." She stays with her staff, letting Tarmo get even better too. Not rushing him.

The time passes, and Tarmo's gradually feeling a bit more like he is at least vaguely able to move. It's probably not entirely *wise* to move, but Tarmo seems pretty much too stubborn to not move, also. Seeing as he is actually forcing himself up to standing now, even if he is still keeping himself leaned against the wall.

"Well... Feel proud about it then," he offers with a laugh then, wincing again but a bit less this time around. "Relish that feeling... Including the pain. It's your badge of honor."

Eventually, he manages to stumble away from the wall, and he reaches a hand out towards the girl. "So... a drink?"

"You're going to be ok? I guess I am blessed to have some form of extra healing to help me with. I take it you don't have any kind of extra or super healing? I would share, but I don't know how to do that."

"I won the tournament against a friend who had beaten me before. So, I am doing my best, and I am proud. Putting a big guy like you doesn't. I am proud too. You were stronger than another big guy, but not as much as the third big guy." She laughs. "I've met a lot of them."

After that, she nods her head. "I don't mind the pain when I can move, but I want to be at my top when I fight in the tournament, so I will be fine by then, whatever I have to do."

"So yes, drink, my friend. Like I said, my treat. You will have to order it though. But I will pay for it and get myself a virgin something." She smiles sheepishly. She even takes his hand after, and unhooks her staff. "I didn't think I would be hit by a dumpster today." She chuckles as she starts walking with him.

"Attract a lot of big guys to you, do ya...?" Tarmo murmurs, with just a slightly teasing tone in his voice.

When she takes his hand, he starts leading her along down out of the alley... which, honestly, might end up looking pretty suspicious to onlooker, especially with all the bruises they are sporting. Tarmo doesn't really seem to care much, if he realizes the looks they are getting.

"Don't drink alcohol, huh?" He does ask once they're out there, though. He does give another curious look down at her, pursing his lips in thought. "I guess... I dunno for sure how old you really are."

"Yeah. One is a fellow NFG fighter. One is a sponsor. You? well... just a lucky meeting, I guess." Lucky is in the eyes of the beholder, apparently. "I have a boyfriend though and it's neither of them." She grins. "He is smart and a fighter. If I could tell him how proud of him I am..." She pauses, a moment of sadness. "In due time though."

She follows him, allowing him to help. Now, whether she needs it or not is another matter, but she understands someone wanting to be nice versus someone wanting to be condescending or something like that.

Some of the looks they get are some fans of Djamilas who recognize her. Most can put two and two together. Apparently a fight happened in there. Some other people are quick to judge. How dare he hit a woman who has done nothing. Djamila hates that kind of people. If she needed help, she would ask or scream it, not just walk away like that. Hell, maybe she's the one beating her man, and he needs the help. So many thoughts in her head.

"I am not legal to drink. I am late 18 years old. Soon to be 19, but still not old enough. Though I had alcohol before."

She continues to walk with him toward a bar, presumably. "Thank you for that opportunity. It was really fun, by the way."

"Ah, right... There's *that*..." Tarmo mutters once Djamila has offered her actual age to him. "Back home, in my country, you get to drink legally when you're eighteen... I guess I *kinda* get having it be twenty one here, but... mm."

Tarmo's feeling much better alreayd, even after that particular tussle, but he's still aiming to bring the two of them towards the closest bar possible, so they don't have to walk *too* much. You know.

"Hey, I'm not gonna say no to a fight htat might look like it's gonna be even halfway decent," he offers, flashing a grin down to her. "And ya were plenty good."

Once they get up to a bar that doesn't look like it's going to be on the seedier side, he does let go of her hand and step ahead, just to hold open the door for her. "Here ya go."

"Yeah. 2 years more than the legal age to drive. I can kill someone with a car if I want. I just can't drink yet." She chuckles. "Well... Ok no one is going to give me my license, but if I had eyes, I could get my license." She sighs. "Yet drinking is not allowed. Just need to learn to not drink and drive. It's not hard. But it seems to be hard for quite a few people." She shrugs.

Whether she realizes he feels much better or not, she doesn't mention it. So it is hard to say.

"Thanks. You weren't half bad either." If she could wink, she would, but yeah. She ends up just smirking a bit.

Once he releases her hand to opens the door. "Oh, thanks. a gentleman, I see." She's not worried he is considering her weak with what just happened. Besides, men can just be nice. Can't complain men are bad and then yell at them when they do something nice.

She goes inside and gets toward the bar proper to take a seat, and she waits for Tarmo to take one too. "The bar is ok? I don't really feel like confining myself into a booth." She also waits for him to order what he wants then she can order too and say she's paying. Maybe getting some looks again from the patrons. But why shouldn't a woman invite a man for a drink...?

"No reason I can't be polite just cuz you beat my ass," Tarmo points out to her with a flash of his teeth in a grin. "Or just cuz you're taken. A lotta guys seem to not bother just because of somethin' like that. Buncha dumbasses."

He follows after her either way, keeping one hand in his pocket on the way to the bar, up until he's settled to leaning against the counter. The stools aren't really a comfortable option for someone of his size.

For what it's worth though, he doesn't seem to be bothered by a notion of a woman paying for a drink for him. Even if they have to kind of get around things to even let her pay in a place like this. "I'll just have a Talisker if you have it, yeah?"

ONce they're properly settled with drinks, he turns to lean his side against the bar so he can fully face her... even if his eyes might wander briefly towards some other women that might be hanging around, too, before fully settling on her. "So... I haven't really followed up on that tournament of yours. How well are ya doing, you'd say?"

"That's true. Stupid guys and stupid women around. Hard to navigate in all of it. Thanks, Tarmo, it's nice to see you're a good one."

To be fair, she didn't really consider his size in the equation. It's not that she didn't care. She just didn't think it would be a problem. However, if he tells her how uncomfortable it is for him. She will agree to a booth after all.

Djamila asks for herself a virgin bloody Mary. Both drinks are made as he did have the Talisker requested. Djamila pushes money on the couch after getting it out of one pocket or another. She's not making a show of it. The bartender raises an eyebrow, maybe because she's also blind. "Take the money, I am giving a treat to a friend. Because if you're not taking it, he's not paying for it. I will literally beat him up again if he tries." She grins, and the bartender ends up taking the money offered."

She takes a sip of her drink and ponders his question. "My next match will be the semi-final. A big one that will change things. I have something to settle there, but I don't want to delve into it though. So yeah, semi-final. What do you think? Am I doing well?" She smiles.

Tarmo can't help but give a bit of an amused look at his new friend when she more or less forces the money on the bartender. He does manage to keep himself from laughing, at least, but the amusement never really leaves his expression while he waits for the exchange to end.

"You really know how to make your will go through, don't ya?" He offers with a laugh, flashing his teeth again with another grin.

He listens to her talk, though, and nods slowly towards the end. "Yeah, I'd say that's pretty good," he offers in answer, even giving a single thumb up to her to emphasize the point. "Just by being in the semifinals kinda already implies you're doing way better than most in the running, right? So something to be proud of."

"She knows about his amused expression and for a little moment, can't help but grin about it. "My money is as good as any. I won't have it refused. What? I can't work because I am blind or something?" She chuckles. "Now, you might have a reputation for abusing little blind women like me." She sticks out her tongue.

Yeah, you're right. Some good people got eliminated, and some others I would rather not see go on. But I don't decide the results. I just kick some ass and do my best. Then sometimes, something happens, and it's personal. It's difficult not to be. But you allowed to both kick ass and have mine kicked too. So that will be helpful in the long run." She laughs, then almost seems like she looks around.

She then ends up saying. "There are some sexy numbers around. Would you like my help to leave with someone? Just like a wing woman kind of thing." She offers him honestly. Then she keeps sipping on her drink.

"Huh? I wasn't implying anything of the sort!" Tarmo protests with his hands spread out, palms open in display of deference, even leaving his drink be for now. "No way I would be saying anythin' like that even if you didn't kick ass as much as ya did, ya know."

He does take the glass again after that, and slowly sips of the smokey liqour while she talks, nodding along with her words. "Mm... Got some personal stakes with some matchups there I take it?"

But then she does something surprising. Offers to help with arranging some... extra-curricular activities. The Finn tips his head to the side curiously, before a bit more mischief plays over his features. "Figured out I was looking at some of them, did you? Well..." He clicks his tongue, and glances past her. "What do you have on your mind, hm?"

"I know. I like teasing too much sometimes." She smiles. "Has gotten me in trouble before. But I can't stop. I am just me."

"Yeah, the next match is personal, but it's ok." She doesn't go into details about that. She doesn't seem to walk to talk about it too much.

She keeps sipping her drink. "I figured you would. If I was wrong you just had to say no. It's not complicated." She laughs. "I just talk with them, and depending on who they are, I sell you to them in a different way." She smirks. "Depends on the woman. As long as what I relate to you, it's all good. Women at bars can enjoy a one-time thing too. I mean, it's not just men." She smiles. "Who interests you anyway?" She seems open. "

"I can imagine," Tarmo murmurs, with just a little bit of amusement showing up in his voice again. He might very well be imagining some kind of incidents she might have gotten from her own bits of teasing she might have subjected other people to.

But he's left curious by the girl's offer. He considers things, and then finally he decides, "Yeah, alright, I'm game. If only cuz I wanna see how good of a wingwoman you might be."

He downs roughly half of his whiskey then, before peering past Djamila again, considering some of the other people within the establishment. "Well... I do like 'em feisty..." he goes on.

She nods her head as if understands. After she finishes her drink, she stands up. She stops right there. She is perfectly still, then suddenly she goes to a woman in her booth. One might not know why she chose her, but they talk for a bit. The woman looks in Tarmo's direction at one point. They talk some more. it takes some time, and then the woman stands up and makes her way to Tarmo. "Your friend talked to me about you. Mind if I join you?" She was already sitting down at Djamila's spot. Djamila, for her part waves at him, then makes her way to the door. Her work here was done.

Tarmo does look on from afar, curiously. And when it comes down to it? Djamila might actually be surprising him with how things go on. He faces the woman his new friend has somehow managed to talk to coming up to him, watching her curiously... and offering just as she has already sat down, "Yeah, of course..."

But he doesn't allow Djamila to leave without sending a look past the woman towards her. He does catch the wave, and he does kind of narrow his eyes at the blind woman. Somehow, he gets the sense she might be able to know he is giving her that look.

"Who'da thought..." Worse ways for a fight with a blind woman to end, right?"

Log created on 10:53:45 11/17/2023 by Tarmo, and last modified on 19:34:34 11/18/2023.