Match of the Millennium

Description: In their first fight since facing off in Black No.1 goth club back in Metro City, Hawksley and Iris go head to head in a much brighter venue of the beach. Can the rainbow-haired girl reverse her fortune, or will the former Blaze boxer prove too powerful?

[HAWKSLEY]
A lot has happened since Hawksley Moore and Iris Osterlund last went head to head in the NFG. The venue for today's quarter-final match is quite the contrast to the goth club in Metro city where their 2023 fight had taken place. Instead of dark and dingy lighting and people dressed in layers of black clothing, today there's blazing sunshine and bikini-clad bodies galore. Hawksley himself is wearing the exact same outfit as last time he faced Iris, with his favourite faded blue jeans and a pair of less than bright white sneakers being the only items visible. Despite the bruises and burns he's received lately, he seems to have healed pretty well. It will be a miracle if he makes it out of this fight without at least a few wounds though.

The Irishman has been waiting in the watchtower that juts out over the crystal-clear Caribbean sea. He's feeling calm about what's ahead, despite the fact he's confident that the Brit he's about to face will prove a testing opponent. Win or lose, he's looking forward to letting loose today, after spending most of the last few days training in the cruise ship gym. As he hears his name being called and the opening chords to 'Go! Fight! Win!' by Ash begin, he knows it's showtime.

Hawksley races down to the beach as fast as his legs will carry him, providing his fans with a chaotic and high-energy entrance, which involves giving several of them high-fives and slaps on the back. He even stops for a selfie at some point. As thus, by the time he actually makes it to the area of the beach set aside for the combat, the song has reached its conclusion. The crowd start to cheer the Cork cruiserweight before looking on expectantly for the Cantabrigian to arrive.

[IRIS]
From one sunny locale to another... only this time, the competitors can talk about being there and leave whenever they want, if they want.

Still, for someone raised in the southern UK and with not-distant-enough Nordic ancestry, Iris favors slightly chillier climes than the average... and unlike Hawksley, if she showed up to this fight shirtless, it would probably present an issue. Plus, the Irishman's fiery fighting style doesn't seem like an exposed skin sort of scenario, no matter how much subtle runic protection Iris has woven into her typical fighting outfit over time.

Also unlike Hawksley, she'd been waiting on a different part of the beach to make her entrance, not entirely sure she wanted to face crowds right this moment. With the actual life threatening danger of Zack Island behind her, the magus has been reflecting on the actual fighting she did there, alongside Albert. The gap in experience between the two wasn't all THAT wide, but the results of their performance sure seemed to be.

Yet *while stranded in a life or death situation*, she'd effectively designed two new magics with almost no resources but her own creativity and whatever local tools she could scrounge up, including the necklace that -- if Chevy can be believed -- was of actual help in the fight against Suzaku. So it's not a complete bust.

The question is, will it be enough in this match? Only time will tell.

The end of Hawksley's entrance music and a beat or two of silence trip the subsequent playing of Iris's: Teddyloid's "Fly Away" busting out over the speakers as Iris allows herself her typical flashy indulgence for pre-fight things: teleporting into the arena from outside it, nearby.

If she were a less polite personality deep down, this would be the time for trash talk, but as it is, that just doesn't seem to be in the wizard's makeup. Appearing in a burst of rainbow light, her eyes track Hawksley and once she's found him, she gives a little wave. "Alright, then," she says, shaking out her hands. "Shall we?"

[HAWKSLEY]
Hawksley listens eagerly whilst 'Fly Away' starts to plays, and then starts to laugh as Iris makes her incredibly interesting entrance. "Fair play to you, that was fecking flashy." He grins. "It's grand to see you again, Iris. I owe you thanks for your assistance back on the island there. I hear that you helped Chevy out with some of your magic." He wiggles his finger as he says the m word, not really understanding the ins and outs of exactly what the Englishwoman did to provide aid to her fellow fighters, but grateful for it nonetheless.

"It seems you're raring to go, so you are, and I'm game for getting going, so I am." With that, the lad is whipping out his slim silver flask from the pocket of his jeans and taking a swig of the whiskey held inside. Stepping in closer to Iris, he sets it alight with his fire chi and then blows it towards her face!

COMBATSYS: Hawksley has started a fight here.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Iris has joined the fight here.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Iris

COMBATSYS: Iris parries Hawksley's Hedonism!

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Hawksley         0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             Iris

[IRIS]
If Hawksley thought the entrance was flashy, then he's in for a treat once he unleashes chi-fueled fire breath!

One of the new magics that the Brit developed on Isla Redacta was something incorporating her sister's specialty, more than her own -- wards and abjuration, rather than summoning and enhancement. The actual full spell she doesn't have time to do, but in a 'pat your head and rub your tummy' gesture for the ages, Iris decides she can perhaps borrow just a little bit of that spell's effect here... just enough to keep from being burned to a crisp by the heat of Hawksley's fire, which she remembers being a very effective weapon last year, and which he's almost certainly developed further since.

NFG watchers know that quick finger drawing on Iris's part is tracing the runes that are key to her more elaborate magical effects, and with her hands at her sides, the seidkona starts drawing two separate runes: in her left hand, a vaguely gold-white shape, and in her right, a more recognizable purple-blue one. As the flame comes in to singe her, Iris flings her left hand around in an arc, fingertips extended: the golden glow becomes a smaller, weaker, but still effective version of the shield she used against Chevy on Zack Island. The flames slam into it like a wall, spilling safely off to the side, but each second of contact with the fire causes obvious, glowing cracks in the barrier, which is clearly an improvised, 'winging it' version...

But it's just gotta last long enough to turn the flame aside, and though the last of the fire shatters the shield into glowing golden bits, it's enough to keep Iris safe from harm. More to the point, as soon as her sight line is free, she swings her RIGHT arm up in the same arc and lets loose the lightning rune she'd drawn there, all the more swiftly, causing a sudden blue-white thunderbolt to drop out of the sky and attempt to shock Hawksley pretty literally!

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Iris' Thurisaz - Mjolnir's Echo EX.

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Hawksley         0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
"What are you doing there then?" The Irishman wonders, as Iris puts her fingers to work on the runes.

Whatever it is, it successfully sees off his fire starting. The man seems mesmerised by the motion. His own skills are far more instinctive and less planned out, so seeing the magic user in action is a genuine marvel to him. "Well would you look at that?" He murmurs, mostly to himself, but when he looks back at Iris, he's wearing a broad grin.

As she follows up with her swinging right arm, he's ready for her, bringing his own muscular limb up to meet it. They make contact with each other, and he feels shockwaves spark through his flesh, but it seems his quick action has fended off the worst of it.

Making the most of the fact the fighters are now up close and personal, Hawksley follows up with a left handed jab to try and break open the Brit's guard. If he can manage to force her off-balance, he'll bring his knee up and pull her face first into it!

COMBATSYS: Iris interrupts Buzzkill ES from Hawksley with Uruz - Gandrekr.

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Hawksley         0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0             Iris

[IRIS]
At the question of what she's doing there, Iris gives a slightly wolfish grin as Hawksley prepares to fend off her own counterstrike. "Come now, Hawksley," she teases, flexing her fingers a little. Even if her attack strikes true, it's not going to be enough to put the heated Irishman on ice just yet. "You can't ask a magician their secrets."

It takes a tough man to shrug off a lightning bolt, but that is apparently exactly what Hawksley does, which gets a low whistle of... approval? Surprise? Could be a little bit of both, all told. But it means that Iris has to mentally prepare herself for his counterstrike, and that tiny bit of forewarning might be what saves her in the end. Planting her feet, Iris seems to pre-emptively grimace, tracing a pair of runes in the air with her lowered right hand -- one tree bark brown, the other emerald green -- and doesn't... actually appear to try and defend herself from the left jab at all. This is why Hawksley's fist slams into her face, making her head turn and the Brit gasping with sudden pain.

But: the knee is another story. As it comes up, so does Iris's lowered hand, which is now holding one of her typical summoned weapons -- a length of silvery chain. Sweeping her arm up, she snags Hawkley's attempt to add insult to injury with the chain and effectively flips him upward like someone setting off a top with a string, before opening her palm and unleashing a burst of green wind that separates the two fighters, hurling Hawksley back in the direction he came from.

The chain vanishing, as Iris's summoned weapons typically do, she turns her head back around and starts rubbing her jaw, the faint hints of a bruise-to-be showing on her cheek. "Well... I want to say that was worth it, but now I'm not so bloody sure. Ow."

[HAWKSLEY]
"You can't blame a fella for trying, so you can't." Hawksley retorts with a cheeky look on his face. "It's amazing what secrets people can let slip when you least expect it, but I can tell you're a woman who has their wits about them."

The man from Eire may seem like he just shrugged off the lightning bolt but he can still feel the aftershocks dancing through the nerves beneath his tanned skin. It's not long before he has a whole lot more trouble to deal with, as Iris skilfully swerves his lethal looking knee. At least he got the blow in to her face, but the lad doesn't have time to linger on that since the upper class beauty is back on his case. He finds himself flipped into the air like he's as much of a featherweight as legendary Irish boxer Barry McGuigan.

Before the Cork cruiserweight can catch his breath, he's blown backwards by a wind as green as his homeland. "Fecking fantastic." He compliments Iris, nodding his head in approval. "I think it was probably worth it, but you're gonna be black and blue tomorrow, so you are."

Moving towards the magician, Hawksley manoeuvres himself till he's close enough to try and grapple her. If he has his way, he'll force her into a side headlock and attempt to add some more bruises to her collection by punching her in the head repeatedly.

COMBATSYS: Iris blocks Hawksley's Submission.

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Hawksley         0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0             Iris

[IRIS]
"Ha! Maybe on both counts," Iris admits, as Hawksley gives a dire prophecy about tomorrow's beauty regiment for her... or it would be if she was a heavy makeup kinda gal. Typically when your hair is rainbow colors people aren't checking to see if you're wearing foundation. "But even if I can't come out of this with a win, I'm not the only one here who's going to be seeing some bruises in the mirror tomorrow morning."

Her Irish opponent might be as much grappler as he is boxer, but taking a few blows to the face means Iris is playing it just ever so much safer than she might otherwise. Hawksley gets his grip for the grapple, and his Cantabrigian opponent can feel joints and muscles protesting fervently in the process, but she manages to wriggle out of his grip and avoid more of a beating to the face than she's already received, thank you.

Iris WANTS to make a little joke about how Hawksley sharpened his fighting style down at the pub more than the gym, but the truth is, she's a little too out of breath for that. But, she does have one little surprise -- people are used to the rune magus relying on summoned weapons to fight, but in this instance Iris actually looks to give Hawksley a taste of his own medicine, ducking forward, ideally before he can fully leave her personal space, and attempting to grab one arm before doing a rough but serviceable uki-otoshi, yanking him forward before using the moment to flip him down to the ground. Someone's been watching Chevy's fights on VOD, apparently!

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Iris' Medium Throw.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
"I'd be more confused if I didn't see bruises when I looked in the mirror." Hawksley laughs. "The amount of scraps I get in, it's very rare to not have something fecking up my face. Or the rest of me for that matter."

The grappler grabs the English girl but she's able to get out of his grasp and give her own go at bar brawling. She manages to grip his arm but as she starts to tug and toss him, he resists, using his weight advantage to halt her progress.

Dancing backwards, he looks around for something he can launch at the lass. Spotting a sizeable stick within his reach, he swings his arm back and then sends it soaring over the sand to seek out the sorcerer.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley successfully hits Iris with Thrown Object.

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Hawksley         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Iris

[IRIS]
As far as things you can do in a fight go that might make it complicated for your opponent to defend against them, 'throwing a stick' is probably up there, and it certainly appears to work for Hawksley in this situation. Iris makes a slightly quizzical expression as he appears to rummage around for something to throw at her, and then attempts to move sideways a little too quickly... as if 'throwing a stick' is such an unexpected and primitive technique that she *overshot* thinking of what to do about it.

The stick smacks into her shoulder, making the magus stumble backward a step, and she squints her eyes shut for a moment and shakes her head, before squaring back off with her opponent, rolling the offended shoulder a little bit.

Part of her wants to be aggressive on the return, not let herself get drawn into being on the defensive... but the more tactical bit of her brain says: why would he suddenly decide to throw a stick at you when he's a brawler? So for the moment, the only thing the seidkona does is wait and take a breather. She's got plenty in the tank, still; why waste it? "It does seem to come with..." A faintly raised eyebrow, a gesture at the NFG trappings: audiences, cameramen, etc., "...the job."

COMBATSYS: Iris gains composure.

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Hawksley         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
Hawksley is more than just a bar brawler. He's also a park brawler, a street brawler and a pretty much anywhere else the opportunity or the mood takes him brawler. As such, he's grown skilled at being an opportunist. For this fella, the world and whatever he happens to find in it is his weapon. He's thrown a lot stranger things than a stick at someone and he's likely to wield much weirder items in the future.

As the stick strikes Iris in the shoulder, Hawksley lets out a cheer. From the smile on his face, he's thriving on being back in a fight again. This time one that's not for his life, but just for fun. Oh, and the possibility of reaching the semi-final of the NFG Season 1 Championship.

The Englishwoman doesn't seem best pleased with his tactics, but after dating Coco for more than a year now, Hawksley is used to pissing off posh Brits. "Do you disapprove of me, cailin?" He questions, not really caring either way, but curious and somewhat amused about the chance. Watching and waiting, he expects the Cantabrigian to come after him but instead she takes a time out. "You're not getting bored of me already are you?" He shrugs his bare shoulders and then starts to swagger towards her. "Well if you won't come to me, I'll come to you."

Once he's close enough, Hawksley thrusts out his left fist, delivering one, two, three fast jabs straight after each other. From here he'd flow into a right-handed cross punch before finishing with another jab from his south paw.

COMBATSYS: Iris blocks Hawksley's Cherry Bomb ES.

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Hawksley         1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Iris

[IRIS]
The question about disapproval gets a vague raised eyebrow from Iris. "Where did that come from?" she asks, sounding dubious. Watching her opponent's movements carefully, she shuffles her stance ever so slightly in the sand, preparing for whatever's coming after this. "Approving or disapproving of you isn't really my business, is it?" Her confusion at Hawksley's response -- and evaluation of her mood -- seems evident.

But then she's being rushed, and is thankful that she took a moment to prepare. As Hawksley closes the gap, Iris lets her arms go slack a moment, and then tenses them; with the rainbow light of her summoning magic, a pair of metal vambraces appear on both forearms. It might look a little weird, seeing someone wearing 1/16th of a full set of armor, but when she goes to block Hawksley's punches, the results speak for themselves -- there's *clang!* *clang!* noises as each of the series of punches slams not into bare flesh, but the armor instead, greatly diminishing the resulting damage.

Unlike the last exchange, Iris doesn't wait to see what happens, either; bringing one hand up, she traces a quick runic shape in the air between herself and the Irishman, a bit like a more vertical 'S' of green light. If Hawksley was planning to step back after his assault, then the result might help him on his way: a burst of emerald wind that should thoroughly push him backward even as Iris herself floats gently back from it as well.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Iris' Eihwaz - Storm and Stress.

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Hawksley         1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
"Maybe my judgement is off." Hawksley admits. "I have had several scoops before our scrap, so I have. If you're happy then that's just grand. We'll say no more about it."

The appearance of the vambraces is impressive if not too shocking, given that the Irishman is familiar with Iris' summoning skills. ""So where do these things actually come from?" He wonders. "Or is that all top secret too?"

As her hand gets to work again, Hawksley eyes the creation. As suspected, he does try to step backwards and find he does so with more speed than expected. Not wanting to be blown over, he goes against his instincts and instead walks towards the wind, feeling it trying to force him away from it but somehow powering through.

Taking advantage of the fact that Iris is floating, Hawksley forces his fist into her face, with the intention of catching her off guard. It's a slightly unorthodox sort of punch, not the kind that would likely be taught by his da or uncle in their boxing gym, but hopefully still effective!

COMBATSYS: Hawksley successfully hits Iris with Improvised Punch.

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Hawksley         1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1             Iris

[IRIS]
Despite it all, when Hawksley asks where her summoned gear comes from, the magus smiles a slightly wolfish grin, feeling her feet settle back on the sand. "Oh, I could tell you," she says, breezily, obviously amused. "It would just be a very long and boring explanation, unless you've got a background in magical theory I don't know about."

Then Hawksley punches her in the face (again), which doesn't seem very nice.

Blessedly, the blow hurts but doesn't bowl her over; Iris rocks backwards, head turning with the force of the punch, but she keeps her footing, which is critical for what she's about to do as a result. Obviously, the Irish brawler is physically stronger than she is, but the wizard's fighting style has never been about power. It's about tools.

Iris isn't going to wait for Hawksley to come at her again. One arm comes forward, and a clever observer might notice one of the runes on her bracelet glow a faint sunset red as she draws another rune in the air. Most runes in the Elder Futhark -- the ones Iris uses for her spells -- are visually complicated, requiring a little extra time to properly scribe. In situations like this, that extra time can be a detriment.

One rune, however, is EXTREMELY easy to draw: Isa, the rune of ice. A single vertical | in the air, glowing white-blue.

The chill in the air and the rune's swift appearance are all the warning Hawksley's going to get before the space around him for a considerable distance suddenly erupts in a column of ice, frost, and snow that seems to erupt from the ground skyward, looking to freeze the brawler solid.

COMBATSYS: Iris successfully hits Hawksley with Isa - Fimbulwinter ES.

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Hawksley         1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\0             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
"I thought you were gonna say you could tell me but you'd have to kill me." Hawksley grins. "But yeah, given what you actually said, I'll pass on that one. I know feck all about magic, so I'd be spacing out before you could spell it out."

Being punched in the face is definitely not nice. It can be kinda exhilarating though. Iris manages to stay steady in spite of the damage, earning her an approving look from the man from Eire. Not only does the Cantabrigian not go down, she's soon coming at the Cork cruiserweight again, and from the look on his face, he remembers this rune.

He can almost feel the shivering before the ice makes an appearance, as his brain flashes back to that club in Metro City. The shirtless fella had been bloody freezing and had actually started to turn blue. It had only been his inner fire and a swig of booze that saved him from frostbite. First things first, out comes his flask again, this time to drink from rather than to use as a weapon. His teeth chatter as he brings the metal to his mouth and he struggles to swallow as he feels his system starting to shut down.

Before he turns into 'Frosty the Snowman', Hawksley is gonna need to turn the heat up. Closing his dark brown eyes and focusing his brain, he seeks to awaken his inner fire, hoping it will allow his blood to start flowing again and keep him in the fight.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley focuses on his next action.

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Hawksley         1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\0             Iris

[IRIS]
With stage magicians -- not real magi, but tricksters, using legerdemain and so forth -- the trick is always about misdirection. When they say watch their left hand, it's their right you should be looking at. Human attention is such a fickle and malleable thing, after all; once you have it, you can do amazing things when it comes to getting people to look where you want them to.

Sometimes, though, even real magic requires a healthy dose of obfuscation if you want to be tactical with it.

The snow and ice might present a significant barrier to noticing it, but even as the icestorm ensues, the rune that caused it... doesn't actually fade from existence. Given that he's taking a sip and closing his eyes, he might not notice Iris swiftly and determinedly scribing more runes in the air: the greenish and purple ones from earlier. The trio of colorful shapes flare, then vanish, swirls of blue-purple-green swirling around Iris's body as she faces down her opponent. "Sorry, Hawksley, but I'm not done!"

Raising an arm upward, fingers pointed to the sky, her voice takes on an echo-y, reverberating quality as she finishes the *second* spell she'd been quietly preparing behing the *first*. "Come, Valhalla's arsenal!"

The seidkona sweeps her hand down, and the air above Hawksley is suddenly full of weapons: swords, spears, hammers, maces... the whole nine yards of medieval harm implements, each of them alive with an aura of elemental magic, Iris's attunement to the Storm: frost, lightning, and swirling wind. Her gesture causes the field of weapons to suddenly and swiftly DROP, looking to slam into the Irishman from above and hopefully provide the edge she needs in this fight.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley just-defends Iris' Laguz - Rain of Blades ES!

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Hawksley         1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
As suspected, Hawksley does initially miss Iris the magic girl creating her colourful runes. It's only when she says she's not done that he opens his dark eyes and stares directly at her. "I'd be disappointed if you were." He tells her, a smile playing on his lips.

He may not be the most learned of lads, but Hawksley knows enough to recognise the word Valhalla. When the Englishwoman follows it with arsenal, he has a strong suspicion that she doesn't mean the London football club. Looking upwards, he sees a scary set of weapons and he's pretty sure what Iris is intending to do with them.

"Feck no!" The Cork fella calls out, raising both his fists to fend off the assault. As he lifts them above his head, he sets them ablaze, the power of his fire forcing back the frost, lightning and wind with the intense heat. This buys the brawler enough time to slide to the side, getting safely out of harms way as the weapons start to fall, smacking into the sand where he'd stood only a second before.

Still with burning hands, Hawksley moves closer to the Cantabrigian and throws out a series of hooks and crosses her way. When his fiery combination is complete, he finishes with a straight punch to her face.

COMBATSYS: Iris blocks Hawksley's Burn Out.

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Hawksley         0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0             Iris

[IRIS]
There is no time to 'mourn' for her second assault getting no-sold by fire; Hawksley's been aiming for her face this entire fight, and Iris has to prepare for him to do it *again*. But this time, the British wizard (non-TERF version) has had more than enough of that. Snapping an arm up, she doesn't opt for vambraces, this time; instead she gets an actual targe, a small shield built explicitly for swift defense.

Which is exactly what Iris does. Each hook or cross finds itself slamming into the summoned shield, the impacts resounding. Fire might spill past it, and the impacts reverberate up her arm into a shoulder and arm that start to ache fiercely, but her defense holds tight, the magus's blue eyes seemingly lit by some internal fire of her own.

There is absolutely no waiting on Iris's part to counterattack, either; she steps forward, looking to hook her ankle around Hawksley's and send him straight to the ground with a swift trip, but it's followed by a sudden, forward slam from the target shield, which she is maintaining her focus on holding onto for now!

COMBATSYS: Hawksley endures Iris' Armed Combo.

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Hawksley         0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0             Iris

[HAWKSLEY]
The Irish fella hasn't got anything against Iris' face. It's just fine by him. He just has a habit of aiming for the faces of his opponents, since they can be fragile and it often leads to high damage. Not as much as Hawksley had hoped in this case however, since Iris reacts speedily to summon a shield.

She's quick to follow up too. So much so that the boxer is taken by surprise and instead of trying to protect himself, he's soon flat on his back and looking up at the female fighter. As the shield comes in for a second attack it smacks into his bare chest.

Throughout all this, Hawksley's fists remain on fire. Forcing himself back to his feet, he then crouches down before leaping into the air, delivering an uppercut to try and connect with the magic-users chin!

COMBATSYS: Iris fails to reflect Shining Light from Hawksley with Sowilo - Guardian Light.

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COMBATSYS: Iris can no longer fight.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-----==|

[IRIS]
She was giving it everything she had, but there's only so far an inner fire can take you, especially if there's an awful lot of external fire. One last ditch effort finds Iris hastily drawing a rune on the inside of the shield she's still holding, but it's not in enough time to stop Hawksley's attack, which sends her sprawling backwards onto the sand, thoroughly unconscious.

[HAWKSLEY]
Credit where credits due, Iris makes a spirited attempt to stop Hawksley, but to no avail. As his powerful punch to her jaw sends her reeling backwards, it's soon apparent that she won't be getting back up in this bout.

The referee calls the fight as a victory for the Irishman, triggering him celebrating by running into the crowd to receive congratulations and give out some high fives. Next up he'll be facing off against either Kenzo or Buck. Whichever it's to be, Hawksley is confident it'll be a thrilling match.

Log created on 09:19:38 12/08/2024 by Hawksley, and last modified on 12:19:45 12/16/2024.