Match of the Millennium

Description: Djamila after her last fight with Tarmo, wanted more. She asks him if he would train her. They end up fighting again. What does she get out of this? There are no more physically imposing big guys in the tournament anymore. Yet.

[DJAMILA]
Djamila has been sleeping, then drawing a lot. To use her meditative wind. Healing was tiresome, but drawing was a very relaxing activity, which she always loved. So she could somewhat heal and rest at the same time.

She enjoyed the fight with Tarmo. She learned quite a few things then.

she learned something in all her fights. But it would be weird to ask for training sessions with another NFG. The sponsors are not always free, when she is ready. So she decided to call Tarmo. The worse he can say is no. She knows full well that's not a reason not to ask.

She picks up her phone and texts Tarmo. She does so by telling the phone what to text.

Tarmo receives that message. "Hey Tarmo, I hope you had fun that night, and you've been fine ever since. Would you be cool meeting again? I think I could learn more from you. Training would be great. Then we can end up in a bar or somewhere to eat. Or whatever. It's not a date or anything. It's training and friendly company. Still need to take my mind off of things a bit anyhow. Let me know if you're cool with that, and we can meet somewhere.

When the message is done, she has the application repeat it to her. She make sure it understood everything correctly. Once she knows it's the case, she has it sent to Tarmo and waits for his answer.1

[TARMO]
Meanwhile, Tarmo is... well. Keeping himself occupied.

Right in this particular instant, that happens to translate to taking up quite a bit of space in some lonely street corner diner. It's one of those places that isn't advertised much in travel brochures or anything, but it's a perfect snapshot, still, of the culinary culture in that exact district of Metro city. The large finn is quite literally in the middle of scarfing down an extra-large burger right as the *ping!* of an incoming text rings out from his phone.

"Mmmph?"

Thankfully responding to a text message doesn't require Tarmo to use his mouth, so he ends up typing a reply with one hand while still holding on to his enormous meat sandwich with the other.

"Look, I'm down, but I thought you had trainers at that NFG thing or whatever already?" he types in there. He doesn't send the message off right there, however, considering how that might come across and thus deciding, instead, to add in, "You can come meet me at this joint and we can talk about at least," along with the address to the diner he is currently in. He's not finished with his lunch anyway, so it's not like he's going to get bored just waiting. A big guy like that needs a lot of calories to function!

[DJAMILA]
She is dressed, so she continues drawing while she waits for an answer to her text. She also hears the ping when it happens. She has her phone read it for her. She listens to it and chuckles when she hears all of it. It's nice of him though, to let her come to join him so they can talk about it.

She simply answers him with a 'coming.' It's short and sweet, but what else is there to say when they should talk face to face? She grabs her staff and makes her way there slowly. She wants to allow him to be well into dinner so he doesn't feel forced to invite her to have some food too. If he wants, even then sure, but doesn't want to make it feel forced.

Eventually, she gets to that diner and gets inside. A waitress comes to her.

-"Hey sweetie, you need help to a seat?"

-"No, I came here to meet with someone. Thank you."

-"Ok, tell me how they..."

But before the waitress can finish, Djamila goes to Tarmo. The waitress is left there confused, thinking. 'But..!?'

"Hello Tarmo, may I sit?" She has basic etiquette, at least.

She is dressed in red jeans today and a black blouse. The rest is the same as usual.

[TARMO]
She inevitably finds the big man in a booth near the corner. It's a little akward, but thankfully the tables in the booths aren't so wide that it's terribly close to the seat. Would be hard to fit for him otherwise!

"Yo," the Finn offers then, with a lift of his hand in a casual kind of salute. "Yeah, course you can sit. Come on." The table's more or less filled up on his side with spent wrappers and a mostly-emptied big bowl of fries. There's a bit of leftover fries still there, at least, in case Djamila ends up feeling snacky.

"Looks like you've healed pretty okay," he observes after giving her a lookover, even as he nudges the bowl subtly towards her in a nonverbal offer of sharing.

"So... you want training, is it? I thought the tournament thing you were in was providing all that kinda stuff for you lot already?"

[DJAMILA]
He's not hard to find. There aren't that many big men, at least not all in this dinner at the same time. She giggles at the thought of having them all here right now. What a sight it would be.

She takes a seat when he agrees she can. Then she steals one fry to see his reaction. It's a friend who says they want nothing until their friend gets their food, and they start picking their stuff. In her case, it was more to tease and to taste the quality of their fries there.

Yeah. I just need to take time for myself. Something I can concentrate on, relax, and let the wind heal me. You don't seem so bad yourself. But you're a big guy who also loves to fight. You need to be able to heal." She again chuckles.

My sponsor, who trained me to fight properly, she's great, but there is only so much she can teach me. You can teach me different things. I don't think it's like I am cheating on my sponsors. This is something between two friends." She ponders. "Does it make you uncomfortable? It is unofficial. Not going to yell it to the entire world. Some fans may see, depending on where we go, but that's about it.

After a moment. "I will respect your decision if it's a no."

[TARMO]
Tarmo doesn't seem the least bit upset by Djamila sneaking off with one of the fries. In all fairness, he *did* kind of push the plate closer to her when she went and sat down, so it might have very well been expected. Tarmo's probably sat down at dinner with a lot of friends who have claimed to not be hungry.

"Eh, I just need a good night's sleep and some food and I'm good as new," claims Tarmo with a shrug, when it comes to the recovery from injuries. THat claim might not really apply as well if there had been actual serious injuries, mind you, but for bruises that seems to work just as well for him.

He narrows his eyes subtly at Djamila then, however. "...See, I wasn't going to call it 'cheating on them'," he points out with a snort. "That just makes it sound needlessly scandalous."

He sighs in thought, however, and leans back on his side of the booth, rubbing a large palm at the back of his head while he considers things. "I mean... Not to put too fine a point on it, but I kinda fight way different from the way you do. Not sure what I could teach that could actually be applied to your style and... well..." He makes a vague gesture with one hand. "Your size. Lot of what I do very much makes advantage of my own mass." Well, looks like he's not the least bit self-conscious about it.

"I mean, I can spar you," he does finally add in, as a potential positive. "Teach you how to fight against someone *like* me."

[DJAMILA]
"So you're not crazily defending your food." She chuckles. "Good to know. Don't worry, I won't steal all the food from other people's plates. Just checking how you are."

"I just needed sleep and some downtime too. I am blessed that way. Glad you heal well too." She smiles at that.

"Then let's not call it anything. There is a life outside of NFG. I am not joining another tournament or anything. I am sparring and learning is all. I must not be the only one doing this." Of course, only one sponsor actively trained her. The other sponsors apparently are doing other things, which is fine with her. No complaints about them. Just trying to find other people to learn with.

"Fight people that can take hard blows and such. I think being able to take hard blows and push myself to hit even harder is beneficial all around. What would you say?" She smiles. "I mean I won't like to beg you all the way around the heart for it. You know what I want, and you can tell me if it's ok and what you want in return if anything."

[TARMO]
"...Man, it's really kinda hard to say no when you put it like that," Tarmo mutters after a moment of mulling it all over. Well, truth be told, a lot of people probably could say no pretty easily, but Tarmo does also have the general predisposition towards enjoying fighting himself, so...

"Alright, alright, I'll see what I can do, okay?" He finally offers with a sideward wave of his hand besides himself. "When we're around the same part of the world, anyway. I go chasin' after official fights too afterall. But that being said..."

He folds his thick arms together overh is chest, and gives a kind of a serious look to her... which quickly turns to one that is, for a change, at least a *little* self-conscious. "The thing is, I don't really have any experience teaching anyone... so between that and our ways of fighting in general being so different, I figure the best way to go abotu this is to just spar and you asking for general advice. Pointers. How I deal with things and how I figure you could deal with people who fight in the same general class as I do. That sound okay to you?"

[DJAMILA]
"That's the point." She smirks, she had fun teasing him, but nicely. Not like being nasty or anything.

"Yeah, I can't move around with the tournament. But after that, I won't be in metro city anymore, to be fair. But since you are traveling, I might see you at the next place I will be. But thank you. It's fair enough.

She listens to all he says then ponders a little before nodding her head. "Alright, that sounds fair. Sparring is good. Then we have some downtime after because I am not using you only to train. I consider you a friend. That's good?" She smiles. "Sparring is a good way to get the body ready. I mean, I got you down too, after all." She smirks. "So."

[TARMO]
"Interesting choice of words there..." Tarmo can't help but grin thanks to Djamila outright saying she isn't just 'using him'. "Glad I'm not just treated as some piece of cut meat, hm?"

He tilts his head, though, a more focused look coming into his eyes. "... The way you're talking almost sounds like yer already raring to go. Or you want this to be a consultation visit this time 'round for now? I mean..." He shrugs then, that serious look leaving his face. "I'm good either way, honestly. I could order some more food if ya say we'll leave the next tussle for another time. Well? What're ya feelin' like?"

[DJAMILA]
"I say things straight, most time. Why play around? I mean teasing is fine, but otherwise. I just say what I gotta say." She grins. "You're not a piece of cut meat. You're the whole package." She giggles.

"Fighting takes my mind off of things. It's still good practice. If it's not boring to you, to have another spar with the one you did yesterday." She grins. "I should probably order something to go first. Then I can eat at one point. Unless there are things you would like to talk about. Talking is also fine." She shrugs. "Or even both because I am greedy." She grins, half teasing, half serious.

[TARMO]
"Sure are greedy, yeah," Tarmo agrees with a snort at the tease. "But that's fine. I can deal with greedy."

His hand slips over to the side of the table, snatching a menu from there. "You seem like you can see most things even without eyes, but can ya read? I don't think they got ones in braille here. I can pick somethin' out for ya if ya want, get 'em to put it in a little take out box. So..."

His lips curve, and his teeth flash in a wide, wicked grin.

"So you can have a snack to feel better after I kick your ass this time 'round."

[DJAMILA]
"Yep I am greedy because I know what I want, and I want it all." She beams. "If I didn't want it all, I wouldn't do my best. If I didn't do my best, why even go for it? I want what I want, and I will go for it." She takes a deep breath. Like what she just said is a revelation to herself. Something she wasn't thinking consciously right now, but she needed to.

"I can't read this size of text. It's too little. I can read big signs, but they don't put menus on there." She smirks. "That's awfully nice of you. Order something you just had before I arrived, tell me the price, and boom. That will work out.

"I will try to kick your ass too. But who knows what will happen? You never know. So please try your best." She laughs and looks happy at the moment. Whatever is bothering her in her mind, out of it at that moment.

[TARMO]
"Some big talk you got in there." Tarmo clicks his tongue first with this statement, but then he's grinning all over again. "But that's what I like, too."

Well, Tarmo at least doesn't assume Djamila can actually eat as much as he can (which, let's be honest, is kind of an absurd amount), so he just gets her a regularly sized burger meal to go here, with fries and a soft drink and such. He does get one of the same for himself, too, to put into a takeout bag for the both of them.

"So," he says, once they're eventually stepping out of the diner, with Tarmo most likely relegated to actually carrying the food. "You have any thoughts on where you wanna do this? I figure we've seen enough dirty alleys for the time being." Beat. "Though I guess there's usually less dumpsters to use as bludgeons outside them,..."

[DJAMILA]
"Thanks. We can't let anyone keep us down anyhow." She grins.

She allows Tarmo to order without complaint, and he's right. Djamila likes food but doesn't eat as much as Tarmo. Just more than the average woman. Or at least what she thinks the average woman will eat.

Once outside, she does ask. "You're ok for carrying?" Genuinely asking, then she adds. "Not too heavy for you?" This is teasing.

She takes a moment to think where they could do this. "You would like the park, with all the fresh air we can get? No dumpsters, but you can destroy me with a bench if you like or whatever else you find handy." She smirks. "Already planning on what you can use to surprise me. What a good teacher."

[TARMO]
Tarmo scoffs at the further teasing, and he makes a point of giving a little shake to the takeout bag in his hand. "What d'ya take me for? This is basically the smaller than any load of food I've carried with me to home."

A low hmmm of thought then, to consider the possibility of the park, now that she's floated it. "...Yeah, alright. Might as well. Or I'll just uproot a tree, we'll see how I feel at the time." He does reach over to lightly nudge the woman with his elbow, however. "Told ya, though. I ain't no teacher. I'm just some guy who happens to be a good learnin' experience. You're gonna have to lead the way to the park, though. I get the feelin' you have a better sense of direction 'round these parts than I do. Ain't ever been in this city before."

[DJAMILA]
"Ok, I believe you. I bet you need a lot of food to maintain that body of yours. You're perfectly fine as you are, by the way. If you need to hear that.

She giggles when he nudges her. "You're not a teacher. You're a friend who is willing to help me get better after I insisted. I appreciate it, really." She then, without a word, guides him to the park. The park she knows well, it's a good spot for different things. Fresh air, meditation. Fighting. Trees.

Once she gets them there. "Yeah, I can't say I get lost easily. Unless I am new. That would be difficult, too. But walking around is a good way to learn." She goes inside with him.

[TARMO]
"Guess whatever you have going in there helps with sense of direction, then," Tarmo muses idly. "Though I'm guessing you've been here before..." His eyes wandering through the park around them while they move down the path. "Did one of your fights for the thing take place here or somethin'? You got a spot here already in mind for it?"

[DJAMILA]
She takes him to a spot near the water, but there are movements possible around. "Yeah, I learned to use everything I have to my advantage. You know how it is."

She shrugs her shoulders. "By now, my fans probably know it's a good spot to check if I am around if they want to see me doing something or other.

She stops. "You know, I still have a hard time believing I have fans. That's so surreal, in a way. I don't know if it makes sense to you but, it's so weird. I am not different than anyone else. Just trying to do my best." She smiles.

She suddenly adds, "Not afraid of a little water, do you?"

[TARMO]
"To see if you are around...?" The Finn gives her a curious look with that, before asking as a follow-up, "So it's some kinda meditation spot for you then, or something? THat's the kinda sense I get from ya anyhow."

He laughs, then, actually seeming to find her surprise over having fans a bit amusing. "You'll get used to it. It's the way things go for us lot, ya know? I mean, ya got kind of a head start with the whole fans thing, the way this whole tournament of yours is structured. But even folk like me, who mostly fight in small circuit stuff for fun instead of big promotiosn like this, tend to attract people who get fascinated with ya. We're basically sport starts for people who like martial arts, ya know?"

He dumps the bag of takeout onto a nearby bench then, here, before turning to a give a brow-quirked look at the woman. "Ya jokin' right? I come from the land of a thousand lakes. Fightin' and revelries by the water are basically our national pasttimes."

[DJAMILA]
"Yeah. it's my spot to get fresh air meditation when I am in that mood. I always find a couple of people come to check on me a bit. Of course if someone else is there first, I stay away. I am not that full of myself. But I've signed pictures here too, at times. Not sure if the signature is very good, but they know it's mine."

Yeah, it's just something you don't think about when you start fighting. At least I didn't think about that. I am starting to get it's happening, but not super sure why. I am also not doing podcasts or the like. I don't see why my opinion on something would be better than someone they know better. Though if they ask face to face, I will happily answer." Opening herself to Tarmo a bit.

"I didn't know that, but yes, I was joking. I didn't really think water was scary to you." She stretches her body, even cracking a few things in the process. "Ah. That feels good."

[TARMO]
"Hmmm..." Tarmo scratches his finger slightly along his cheek, and the facial hair that has gathered there like sandpaper. "Honestly, maybe I'm *just* old enough to have missed most of that whole boom, especially having lived where I did..." He starts musing, giving a sheepish smile as he does. "But I guess that's just the current age of social media and whatever, you know? I'm not about to be makin' a FightTube account or anythin' like that either, ain't my kinda thing, but... I guess it's just how a lot of people express themselves these days? I guess?"

He shrugs then, turning himself to stretching his arms over his head first, to the left and then to the right, his spine bending along with the motion. "Oh, well. I ain't the right kinda guy to be asked about that sorta stuff. I ain't no philosopher. I'm just a guy who wants to have some fun on this short time on Earth, you know? Speakin' of, though..."

He straightens up, and cracks the knuckles on one hand, first, and then the other, giving a rather fierce look at the blind girl. "Ya about ready for our rematch?"

[DJAMILA]
She listens to him. "Oh yeah, I understand. It's not like what fellow NFGs do is bad. It's even good. I just have a hard time understanding it. But they have fans there too. So it works. Just not for me. I was just thinking out loud." She smiles. "Don't mind me."

"Yeah, having fun. Live life to the fullest. Good times." She smiles and gets in position. "I am ready. Curious how this rematch will go. Did you want to start since you let me start last time?" She grins. "Just trying to be nice and all and waiting for his answer. She does seem to be excited about it.

COMBATSYS: Djamila has started a fight here.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|

[TARMO]
"That's what mostly matters, right?" Tarmo offers, one last bit of philosophical banter here. "That you got what you wanted in this life before you're gone and all."

But now he's slowly getting amped up. Evne more so when she outright offers he take the first swing this time around, prompting a bit of laughter from him. "That's hella kind of you to offer -- though you know, in a real fight the one who moves first is the one who goes first, right? But that being said..."

His foot stomps onto the grassy ground, suddenly practically right in front of Djamila's personal space, his hips twisting to turn the giant into a wide sweep that aims his massive, heavy palm towards her shoulder again in a swipe that aims to all but shove her down. "Don't think I won't try for it anyway!!" A lot fo grapplers and throw-focused martial artists try to leverage way people's joints move and momentum of their own motions, but not Tarmo. No, for him, it's simply pure, brute force, and the heft of his own weight -- and Djamila already knows it's enough just for that kind of swiping touch to actually toss someone around!

COMBATSYS: Tarmo has joined the fight here.

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

COMBATSYS: Djamila parries Tarmo's Medium Throw!

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

[DJAMILA]
Yeah, because you can die at any moment. Unless you're immortal, I guess. But really, who wants that?" She offers her little bit of philosophy, too.

"I know that." She laughs "I consider it who wants to fight more. I often go first." She giggles.

Then there is no more time to laugh or be playful. As Tarmo happily takes the offer. It did seem fair because of yesterday. So this time, he's trying to get her with his huge arm and hand. Djamila knows if she has a say in this, she would rather not be caught. She even decides to try something new. She jumps high with her staff to land on his arm. She actually makes it and runs on it before jumping and trying to slam her staff in his head. Just like she tried yesterday, with mixed results. She did hit, but she got hit back in return too. Can she do better this time? She's not above trying, then she aims to land back to the ground. "I can still surprise you, I think. I don't know." She laughs, on her guards.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo dodges Djamila's Superman EX.

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

[TARMO]
"Hmh?!"

OKay, she did surprise him. Quite a lot, actually. He didn't expect the woman to outright just land on his outreached arm and run along it, even if he is certainly sturdy enough to actually allow that to work. It's a worrying bit of speed she is charging for him right on his arm too at that, but--

He manages to react quick enough to actually outright swipe his arm to the side again with the same motion he ducks his head down. Serving to, first of all, take the footing away from the woman, and second of all, get his head out of the way of the sweep of her staff.

"Consider me surprised!" He manages to yell out, in that instant before he turns around after that duck, to actually try and catch Djamila with both of his hands by her blouse. If he does manage to grab on, he continues on with his spin, revolving around his own circumference once, twice, three times over, swinging the girl around himself until eventually letting go to send her flying, like he was throwing a big hammer at some olympian event!

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Tarmo's Moukariheitto.

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

[DJAMILA]
She is surprised at the quick reaction, which stopped her from hitting her target at all. What a move. "Hey, well done yourself, big guy!

She lands and has to roll back immediately to not be caught by Tarmo. She isn't sure what he would have done. But it's always a great idea to not be caught by him. If possible. "Not this time."

Then she runs toward him, as quickly as she can and launches herself with her staff. Just like in the Olympics with a pole. Except she's not trying to jump an obstacle but send her foot crashing in his chest again or whatever she ends up getting at this point, with her powerful legs.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo blocks Djamila's Butterfly EX.

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

[TARMO]
"Gh--!" Tarmo grunts out, with some actual frustration behind his voice this time around, snapping his teeth a little at the air now even.

But she's coming in right after that, so he doesn't even have the time to voice his complaints on this whole thing. instead, with her upraised, he doesn't even need to lower himself to guide his arms to a defensive posture; crossing them in front of himself, right in the path of those powerful legs that deliver a kick with enough force to actually make the massive man skid along the grassy ground.

"Fine," he growls forcing his backwards skid with a stamping of his foot against the ground. His weight forcefully brought ot leaning forward, and then that stamped-dwon foot gives a forceful push to send him flying forward.

"Rrraaah!!!"

Arms still crossed in front of him, he charges forth, foregoing trying to reach for her with his hands or legs or wahtever, instead barreling the whole weight of his body at her! He might not be able to trample her if she's still upraised in the air after that kick, but the truck-like mass slamming into her like that will surely still hurt!

COMBATSYS: Djamila parries Tarmo's Rynnakko!

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

[DJAMILA]
Djamila hits Tarmo's arms rather hard, but not enough to pass his defense. It also makes her bounce from him.

Now, the problem is, she doesn't have time to land back down. Tarmo is already after her. She makes a nice, easy target, it looks like. Except, Djamila uses the wind to lift her over him instead. As the wind pushes her up, she climbs on her staff.

Now, this will take some luck, as she never tried that before. She wonders why. But she doesn't have time. She tries to land with her staff on his shoulder. If she manages to do that, she extends her legs and spins down on her staff, trying to kick his head around. But her staff is not attached to him. So how well will it actually go? What will she do after, or if it doesn't succeed? No idea, but it's spar to learn, so she is trying new things.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo fails to interrupt Chopper Spin EX from Djamila with Moukari-Isku EX.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-

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

[TARMO]
Djamila is slippery. It's making Tarmo a *little* frustrated. Not that he's the type to actually voice those kinds of things. Whatever happens in a fight happens, and it only speaks of differences in abilities between two people.

"Ya tryin' to be a superhero or somethin'?!" He actually roars after her, mildly teasing with that particular notion, and his hands quickly reach upwards, then, when her staff comes down again. He's trying for a repeat of how he caught her from mid-air in the middle of her own attack last time around, but--

Her staff slips just on the wrong side of his hand. Along the back of it, instead, where his fingers can't clamp on. It leads to the staff slamming painfully on his shoulder. But that's not even the worst of it. He's not sure *how* exactly she manages it, but that landing of the staff onto him does seem to allow her to actually turn around and slam her foot into her head. Hard enough to knock it off to the side and make his whole body stumble with a *CRACK* of a sound sharply echoing out. "Hrrrkh!"

He's left straggling back, eyes squinted shut from the sting of pain with blood already flowing from both of his nostrils... and that nose is twisted now in a way it definitely should not be. THis prompts him to clamp his fingers onto the bridge of it, and give a sharp twist that makes him grunt sharply against his grit-together teeth, reseating the bone back into place.

"Helvetti..."

[DJAMILA]
"Yes, I am Wonder Djamila!" She says in the air.

Though everything that happens after that, she didn't expect it would go so well. It's like she did that move all the time. It doesn't look like her first time. She is surprised, but the problem is, should she hit him again? He didn't say he had given up on the fight or to stop. Anyway, he moves his arm, and she can no longer stay on that shoulder. She makes a decision, she makes herself fall behind him if she can. She then strikes his back with her staff while in midair before rolling the ground to disperse some of the impact.

She expects she will pay for all this. Sooner than rather, too.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo interrupts Medium Strike from Djamila with Karhun Isku.

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

[TARMO]
Tarmo's fingers do give one more quick rub at his nose. That hurt! And reseating the nose hurts kinda more too.

She falls behind him, and he looks perfectly vulnerable like that, too, with his back completely exposed.

BUt then.

THe instant she swings her staff in, he's suddenly making a rapid turn around. His fist coming up high with that same spin, and brought pummeling down with the force of a meteorite for her. Roaring out with pure fury, the boulder-size fist coming to strike down upon the top of her head right in time with her staff striking him - his side instead of his back with his turn -with enough weight behind it that it actually makes him stumble forward after the impact.

"Shhiiit..." He growls after he gets his balance back, wobbling with panting breaths while trying to rework some distance between himself and Djamila.

"You're really makin' me work for it, you slippery thing..."

[DJAMILA]
He did look vulnerable like this. It was a perfect blow... But nothing in this world is perfect.

She manages to connect with him, using her staff but she receives his fist so hard. He hits the top of her head, and it makes her slam down hard on the ground with a 'thump' sound.

It hurts. She didn't exactly expect it, but she forced herself up on her feet. She is not done yet.

"Ouch, good one." She puts her staff upright, and she starts undulating her hips. He knows what's coming then, as she makes the 'om' sound. The wind circles around her, soothing her pounding head.

"Are you going to capitalize on this Tarmo?" She asks him when she is done with the sounds she's making. "You hit hard when you do it." She grins. "Good lessons.

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

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

[TARMO]
"Gh, you feel even more slippery today, somehow," Tarmo growls, giving another neurotic wipe of his hand over his nose, some red wetness lingering there still thanks to the damage she caused there.

He's panting, his shoulders heaving. She is definitely making him work for it, more than he might like in fact. He's perhaps not used to putting this much effort in, but she's moving so fast he has been more or less forced to try and move with as much ferocity as possible.

"I'm gonna have to," he growls, suddenly bursting after her, hand reaching out to try and wrap around one of her legs holding onto the staff, and pull her around with him when he yanks -- and simply shove her towards a nearby a lightpole that is overlooking the park path.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo dazes Djamila with Improvised Throw!
- Power hit! -

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

[DJAMILA]
"Wait until I show you more tricks. Sorry for your nose, though." She says honestly, keeping her senses on him to see what he's going to do.

Suddenly, he moves so fast, bursting at her and grabbing her leg so easily, it seems like. She tried to move away, but with her dancing, it didn't work. Too fast. Then she goes flying, her back hitting the light pole, and even bending it from the force of the impact before she falls to the ground. She yelps at the pain and seems dazes from such a big hit. She manages to get on her feet, but for now, she does nothing.

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

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

[TARMO]
"Haaahhh..." Tarmo still sounds winded. He doesn't have a lot in him even now to really do particularly hefty movements. But he seems to be under the sense, himself, that he can't let up on Djamila. He can't let her recover herself, or she will just return to slipperiness all over again.

"Come on," he growls, stumbling his way closer after Djamila again after that throw, and his hand thrusts forward -- to shove her back towards that light pole again. It might not feel like as horrible of a hit from that close up, but it's mostly meant to just keep up the pressure. ANd to maybe give him some room to gather his breath too, without any too committing motions used to maneuver with.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Tarmo's Quick Throw.

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

[DJAMILA]
That was painful, but she had worse. She can still go. She certainly feels the pain of it all. But hell, this is not the end of the world.

When Tarmo tries the same thing this time, or so it seems to Djamila, she moves to the side and tries to kick at that wrist with a powerful kick. She's trying to send a message here. 'Don't try this again, or you will hurt.' Now if she succeeds at it, is another matter. But she does her best. I have something in mind for later.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo interrupts Strong Kick from Djamila with Moukari-Isku.

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Tarmo            0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Djamila

[TARMO]
Tarmo turns right after his palm has missed Djamila, trying to chase after her. He turns just in time for that foot to come slamming for him, and...

It thumps with a resounding noise right against his abs instead of his wrist, after swiping his hand away. But he doesn't so much as stumble this time, no. He just took that hit straight on, against flexed, steel-like array of abs...

ANd his hand is now grabbing on tight at her ankle in that same instant, too. A vice-like grip that he holds on tight to, while....

"HRRRRHH!"

He turns around, pivoting with one foot and yanking her by that ankle now, swinging her high up over his own head like a ragdoll in a 180-degree arc that ends in her getting slammed down onto the ground on the opposing side of himself with a violent THUD that even sends dirt flying across the air around her.

And his hand is still holding on tightly to that leg, too.

[DJAMILA]
She hits, not exactly where she wants to, however, but she hits.

It gets back after that, when he grabs her ankle, and slams her down so hard against the ground. He doesn't even let go. But Djamila grins, even as her face is bruised and blood comes out of her mouth from the hit. "It hurts like a bitch, but got you where I want you." Yes, she just said that.

She then concentrates and screams, a guttural scream. Winds start to gather around them, and circle them. If she has a way, a small tornado, localized to them, picks them up, along with a tree nearby and some of the water.

"You can hold me all you want." She starts hitting him with her staff over and over again, powerful blows. She seems to keep her bearing, even as she might be spinning in there with him. She just keeps hitting him.

Since he probably is still holding to her. She does fall down with him when the tornado dissipates itself as quickly as it was created. "Surprise bitch!" She doesn't mean to insult him, but the adrenaline and lack of filter at times, makes her say it that way. She now breathes deeply.

COMBATSYS: Tarmo blocks Djamila's #Drama Queen EX#.

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

[TARMO]
"Do you now?" He growls with an absolutely maddened smile on his part.

BUt it turns out yes, she does in fact have him where she wants him. And stubborn as he is, he doesn't even let go when those winds come blasting from her scream, even with his free hand turning up to instinctively shield his face.

"Grrhhh?!"

Beyond that, he can do little more than try and anchor his feet down, and just flex his immense muscles against the onslaught of hits from the staff that come along with the chi-formed tornado.

"I still got you--!" He growls then, suddenly yanking upwards at her ankle to bring her upwards. High enough taht his other arm can suddenly slam for her center while she's dangled there in the air. If she doesn't manage to get out of the way or block it with her staff, that blow is most likely going to send her up into the air, his other hand even letting go to accomodate it.

And he would still even reach up after her again, making use of his height to slam his palm down, and forcefully slam her right back down, all the way donw to the ground, harder and faster than gravity alone would!

COMBATSYS: Djamila interrupts Ilmahyokkays EX from Tarmo with Inverted Crucifix Drop EX.

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

[DJAMILA]
Djamila thinks he took that very well considering, and as expected, he still has her. She somehow figured he would. So now she has to find a way to deal with it.

"It seems you do. Well played."

She doesn't have time to say anymore as he lifts her in the hair and slams into her center mass. She goes up in the air. It hurts, but damn if she's going to be just the little victim of this.

She is at least released. She grabs her staff with both hands as she starts to go back down. Gravity stops for no one, and Tarmo wants to help it along. He has to bring his hand for this. She manages to hook her staff around his wrist before she flips herself to touch his hand, and then she pulls hard, using her strong legs to do so.

Normally, her staff would be around someone's neck to throw them, but she knew not to hope that with Tarmo.

She then flips herself to land down on the ground, on her feet at least. She's tired though. The pain is getting to her. "I may run out of fuel, but I am not going to make it easy for you, my friend."

[TARMO]
The wide arc of the uppercut does leave Tarmo's fist upraised for a moment. Long enough for her neck to maneuver about his wrist.

"What--?!"

That movement does take him completely by surprise, and the leveraging of her legs forcing his outreached arm to swing right down by her control of momentum, actually managing to dip his body over forward while he's still not entirely prepared for needing to brace himself for that kind of pull. He's dropped all the way down to one knee first, and then actually faceplanting onto the ground, groaning out loudly.

"Ghhh.... Wouldn't want it... any other way... But...!"

Pulling himself up to one knee then again, his hand thrusts out in that same instant, grabbing for her ankle. She might get a flashback for their previous fight in that instant. Of the last time he caught her like that. If he manages it again, he won't have walls around him to slam her into, but he does have immense strength behind his body to use to simply flail her through the air and down onto the ground repeatedly, like a hammer. And even when he eventually would let go, even after that, he would still bring an overhead punch down upon her while she's on the ground, never without even rising up from his knee.

COMBATSYS: Djamila counters Hakkaa Paalle from Tarmo with Inside Leg Hang.

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

[DJAMILA]
She tries a lot of things today against Tarmo, and most have been working. This is surprising. She didn't expect this.

She puts her staff down, just as she can see the hand coming for her. It looks strangely like yesterday. But this time she modified a move again. She gets on her staff upside down, holding herself by her leg, and she grabs a finger. Then she pulls on that nail. Since she can't get to his legs in the position he is in, not even saying about his bulk, she does this instead. Now, just how much damage she does to the nail and finger. She isn't sure, she just hears a crack at least before he either pulls away or she lets go. She is nervous now. She isn't the most fresh she has ever been. She's just hanging on like she knows how to.

[TARMO]
The finger is caught. Not exactly the thing Tarmo was expecting to be caught hold of as a defensive measure, but considering how thick his arms are, can anyone blame Djamila for trying to focus on a finger instead?

Fingers are fragile and sensitive, at least. And from that suddenly heightened position of hers, she is in perfect position to grasp onto that outreached digit and yank up, and.

"GHAAAH!!!"

There's a lot of nerves there. So wehn the joints twist out of place, it hurts like a motherfucker. Enough to draw out a series of finnish expletives from the giant man, and for his already-strained, exhausted body, to simply... flop over, while he grasps at his hand instinctively.

"Helvetin saasta, vittu--!!!"

He clutches at his hand like that there on the ground, rolling on the ground, and-- there's another snap, a crack of a sound and nother growl of pain, with the finger reseated, but... after all that...

He just lets himself fully sprawl there, practically spread eagle.

"....Yeah," he mumbles. "I think that's about all I had, I'mma be real..."

COMBATSYS: Tarmo takes no action.

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Tarmo can no longer fight.

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|

[DJAMILA]
She can see Tarmo is really in pain after this. "I am so sorry, I use everything I can." She feels bad for giving him so much pain. It's not like she's not in pain too, even though she's still fighting worthy right now.

For the moment, she stays upside down on her staff. It's almost as if she observes him. "Good thing you heal rather quickly." She spits on the ground.

There are a couple of applause and cheers as a couple of people see the huge man down and Djamila still standing. "You go, Djamila!" She gives a shy smile about it. She didn't do it for the public. Just trying things to practice against a big man. She learned more things today. Don't be afraid to try crazy things. If you think you can do it.

"Please tell me you will be ok." She asks of him again. "I guess I should buy you a drink again to make up for this." She really seems to feel bad about her last move.

COMBATSYS: Djamila has ended the fight here.


[TARMO]
"...Nah, don't worry about it," Tarmo murmurs from down there, panting quite heavily, chest visibly heaving and all. "Ya gotta do what ya gotta do in a fight... right...? Ghhh."

He even lifts his hand up in a thumb-up gesture. "Good job though. Ya obviously learned somethin' from last time already... GUhhh." He probably would have preferred if she didn't, though. He's not going to admit it though.

"Yeah, sure, drink... sounds good, yea... Just... wanna lay here for a bit if that's okay..."

[DJAMILA]
"Yeah, right. Just that finger looked like it was really painful." She frowns and lets herself slide down to the ground gracefully, lying down.

"You still hit like a truck, though. It's not pleasant at all. I am not like a fresh rose here. I promise. Just still standing. Well, not right now, but I could.

"Yeah, let me know when you're ready, no rush." She lets the wind flow around her to ease things, breathing deeply.

Eventually, they do get to a bar, and they talk for a bit before she leaves and perhaps see Kenzo if she can.

Log created on 08:09:16 11/18/2023 by Djamila, and last modified on 20:18:12 11/18/2023.