SNF 2004.10 - Guy vs K'

Description: K' has a bit to learn about tournament fighting; lead it to the Bushin-ryuu ninja to show the way. (Winner: Guy, by K' forfeit)

   Odd. Placed in a small clearing of forest, almost in the middle of
nowhere, is a small Shinto shrine. It consists primarily of a miniature
building and the lengthy, stone walkway leading down to the stereotypical
stairway. The entire place, however, seems to be in disrepair, and isn't in
the least occupied...and hasn't been for some time.

      The torches lining the shrine's walk and around it's perimeter burst to
life, two by two, illuminating the old and vacated building in a dull
orangish-amber light. A few attendants of the Saturday Night Fight are already
there, one with a writing pad, the other with a camera while a few men labor
away with sweeping brooms, pushing old debris off of the fighting ground,
ignoring small stuff, just getting things like dead limbs and twigs out of the
way, things that could inhibit the fighting.

      In short order the young leather-clad clone, K' rides towards the shrine
upon a brilliantly loud Harley Davidson Road King. He doesn't stop to bid anyone
fond hellos or even mind the attendants. Instead, he just parks the bike along
side the shrine's Gateways, a good bit out of the way but still there to
accentuate the background and shine back that burning fire light. It was late
evening, dusk was coming, and fast. K' was already prepared for this... Moving
back to one end of the walkway, still well within those tall iron gates, he
waits, tugging his gloves on tighter, feeling the burn in his right hand...

      "Tch... fighting for attention. This smells like the stink of Kusanagi."
Why he was even here he couldn't fathom. Probably seeking to scab over the
wounds of his defeat at the hands of Rock Howard. "Who's challenging my fire?"

COMBATSYS: K' has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: K' focuses on his next action.

      It doesn't take long at all for the reponse: "That would be me."  Guy
comes calmly walking out of the shadow of the shrine.  Fixating his stare
directly on K', the sneaker-clad ninja moves directly in front of the uppity
clone.  "Just because we're being watched, doesn't make this a match for
attention.  Some of us have better reasons."  He spreads his legs and folds his
arms, looking down his nose at K'.  "We'll see how you hold up to the Bushin
style.  Come on, then."

COMBATSYS: Guy has joined the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Guy takes no action.

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K'               0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0              Guy

      Standing at his end of that gated walkway, K' looks through the beams at
the shrine, moves his eyes from one end of the field to the next, watching the
dead grass and the dry leaves blow away. He wasn't reflecting, no, he was bored.
Hands moving to his middle, upperbody leaning back ever so slightly, K' took the
position of a cobra preparing to stride, hood flared, the arrogance in his
stance obvious. He wasn't proclaiming himself better, per se, it was more an
ingrained notion in the way he carried himself; a kind of regal air to his

      Leather reflecting torch light, once clear eyes now stained brown with
inner, uncontrolled fire, K' hrmphs as Guy steps out of the shadows of the
building ahead and moves towards him, his words like gummy candy at the mercy of
a blow torch. K' doesn't even dignify him with the honor of being heard, instead
just shrugs his shoulders, spits upon the ground grunts, "Shut up." A hand comes
up to snatch those sunglasses from his face and with a flick of his wrist,
they're folded and put away inside of his jacket. "I didn't come here to hear
virtues of your or your style. Keep it down, small fry."

      In the next instant, K' was rushing forward, that long-legged stride of
his and near unequaled charging speed launching him towards and into Guy with
little hesitation, he lifting from the ground and leading with a knee.

COMBATSYS: Guy blocks K''s Knee Strike.

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K'               0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0              Guy

      If K' doesn't want to talk, then so be it.  Guy doesn't look pleased by
K''s surly, offensive attitude,  but he makes no response.  At least, not a
reponse with words.  Watching K' come at him, Guy turns partially and takes it
on his shoulder, the force of the hit scooting him back a bit.  Feet crunching
on little bits of dead leaves and sticks that have accumulated, Guy immediately
goes into a counter attack, leaping upward and spinning about with a foot

COMBATSYS: K' dodges Guy's Bushin Senpuu Kyaku.

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K'               0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0              Guy

      Coliding with his opponent, K' expected a little more leway than that,
but whatever inch he got he would take, even if it was but a few that Guy
managed to slide back upon. The recoil gave him plenty of room to touch down and
prepare for Guy taking to the air. When he does, K' slides low, ducking under
the advancing kicks with a cat-like quickness, he popping up behind the man and
clenching a fist. Words... What was the point? Words got more people in trouble
more often then not. And to top that, the few times K' had allowed himself to
get mouthy, he ended up sacrificing his attention to it instead of the battle.

      Instead he follows Guy's movements with his eyes and rushes again, this
time but a few long steps, sliding to a stop at greater than arms length from
the man's landing zone, bringing that clenched right fist of his up in a
sweeping motion that produces a burning ring of crimson fire. Not for a moment
expecting Guy to remain still long enough for it to impact, K' falls back a
step, leaving his left planted, but moving the right back, hands moving to his
middle in that slouching, resting position of his.

COMBATSYS: Guy dodges K''s Eins Trigger.

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K'               0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0              Guy

      How astute, thinking that Guy would see it coming.  The Bushin succesor
hits the ground quickly after his jumping attack, going into a crouch, before
his legs shoot off like rockets, sending him airborne and away from K' in
general, with a single quick, flashy flip at the peak of the jump.  He barely
lands before he's off again, however, staying on the ground this time.  Showing
that K' isn't the only one who can charge quickly at an enemy, Guy goes into a
breakneck run, ending it with low, long, horizantal jumping kick.

COMBATSYS: Guy successfully hits K' with Hayagake.

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K'               0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0              Guy

      Patience wasn't his strong suit, no, but he certainly had enough to stand
there and watch Guy charge in at him. The low flying kick was actually somewhat
impressive. He wasn't sure he could duplicate something like that. Then again,
knowing K', he probably would never develop a desire to. Why? Why even bother
when you were capable of something a little more damaging. But then of course
Guy proves he's faster than K's sensibilities about the attack and it's K' who's
sent stumbling back when it impacts with his legs, he doing all he can to stay

      It doesn't work. He falls and seconds later was back up, snapping his
right hand up but this time using it to usher in another forward charge, he
leaving the ground much like he had before for the knee strike, only this time
aiming a foot at Guy's chest. The kick had surprising vigor as well, K' hit the
air and seemed to catch a cross wind of his own inner power, he suddenly snapped
forward as if launched.

COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Guy with Minutes Spike.

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K'               0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0              Guy

      As he recovers from his landing in a crouch, Guy's arms are at his side.
Standing up and getting his arms up to block in time proves to be problematic,
as K''s foot gets through his guard and knocks the ninja backward through the
air.  Flipping and coming to a standing position before landing harshly, Guy
again wastes no time.  Pressing the attack by leaping forward once more, fliping
three times in a low, arcing trajectory, Guy tries to get as close to K' as he
can, grab hold of some shoulder, and bring K' over and around smack dab into the

COMBATSYS: Guy successfully hits K' with Izuna Otoshi.

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K'               0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1              Guy

      Landing from his own assault and preparing for the no doubt quick reply,
K' finds he simply wasn't sure footed enough after the landing to do so and is
thusly grabbed and barreled over, manhandled to the ground with a brilliant
thunk. Grunting with the impact, K' rolls swiftly away from Guy, the world
spinning for him in a mix of sky and ground sweeping by his vision and off to
the right before he flings himself back up, rotating, to his feet. Still he
doesn't say a thing, doesn't spit any kind of curse or even grit his teeth at
Guy. Frankly, the fight didn't matter enough to get emotionally attached to.

      Standing again to his full upright height, assuming that regal posture,
K's hands move to his pockets and hang from belt loops by thumbs, his shoulders
rising once in an inhale and falling with a huffy exhale. A slow blink follows,
he watching Guy with subtle interest but not much else. Another blink. This one
slower still, as if he were struggling to open his eyes again. The blink that
follows however signals his eyes shutting and opening no more. He just stood
there.. idling... listening, zoning out.
COMBATSYS: K' focuses on his next action.

      It might not matter enough to get emotionally attached to, but that
doesn't mean Guy is going to try any less hard to win it.  With the success of
his last attack, Guy flips through the air again, in a higher arc this time,
flips in the air mimicing K''s rolling on the ground.  There's no way he's going
to let up with his opponent on the ropes.  

      Now above K', Guy comes out of his flip near upright, tilted over only
slightly.  This is to allow an elbow held firmly into position by his other hand
to come down at K', using the force of the fall rather than any real strength to
power the blow.  

COMBATSYS: K' blocks Guy's Bushin Izuna Otoshi.

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K'               0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1              Guy

      The statue of K' continued to stand there, a dark, severe shadow before
Guy, unmoving and seeemingly unfeeling. Even the slowness of his breathing
yieled no movement, no rising and falling of his chest, no real effort to seem
anything more than a standing, once-living carcas without emotion, without
reluctance or fear. Guy assuming he had this particular opponent on the ropes
was an understatement if ever there was one. K' wasn't playing to win, hadn't
bothered.. not yet anyway.

      Guy's actions, bold and brash, however, give K' mental pause. This guy
actually thought he had the upperhand. Light brown eyes, irises somehow moving
with the seductive rhythm of fire, snap open, staring directly up at Guy when he
comes down with that elbow, K' merely bringing his own arm up to absorb it, not
even stumbling a step, his body seeming to absorb the impact and displace it
through his feet. "Are you done?" Slinging the man away from him, K' steps in,
eating the distance instantaneously.

      His right arm slinging low as he does so, the boy whips himself from the
ground with a hard leap, pushing upward, a gout of fire ripping through the air
behind and ahead of the move in attempt to catch Guy in the flaming upper.

COMBATSYS: Guy dodges K''s Claw Bites.

      "What happened to shutting up?"  Guy's response is surprisingly quick, as
is his reaction to the attack, tucking into a quick roll backward and away.
Almost makes one think he's still a bit irate about someone's total lack of
respect.  The small, mean smile that appears on his face seems to support this
as he comes to his feet.  
      Not waiting for a response, Guy goes on the attack again, dashing forward
again, but stopping short roughly a leg's length away.  He kicks a foot out
toward K''s midsection, and regardless of how well it connects, the other foot
comes shooting up behind it, lending momentum to a small backflip that ought to
carry Guy a short distance away from K' once again.

COMBATSYS: K' blocks Guy's Kamaitachi.

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K'               1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1              Guy

      "I told you to shut up. What's that got to do with me?" K' remarks as Guy
slips out of the way of the flame. Before long, K's back down on the ground, his
hands are back at his middle and his eyes are closed again. He needed a reason
for this battle, otherwise it was fruitless. Sure he'd continue to fight, but it
felt a ... tasteless, bland thing now, especially after losing the fights he'd
actually _intended_ to win. Any other fight, the stupid ones, the ones that
didn't matter- he'd win or he'd lose and that would be that, it didn't really

      The only real opponents he had were Kyo Kusanagi, Rock Howard, Krizalid
and Iori Yagami... Rock had won simply because K' underestimated him- that he
could accept. Kyo and Iori however- and Krizalid. He couldn't get near them and
it ate at him. He couldn't touch them and certainly not for lack of trying. They
were out of his league and the very fact that he continued to lose those battles
made little ones like this seem all the more useless. Why was he even bothering?
He couldn't imagine caring, even a little bit.

      The kicks that come in, K' swats them aside with a hand as if they were
nothing at all, that same hand coming slowly in towards Guy, open, hardly even
curled into anything closely resembling a fist until the last possible second; a
mere inch from his body when the hand slams shut and rushes in, striking twice
with the speed of one in attempt to shatter Guy's sternum. Though still his eyes
remained closed and his mind someplace else. Why the hell had Kyo bested him so
many times? He had to figure out the flaw in the way he fought... it was there
and he knew it. Kyo wasn't that much stronger than him, was he?

COMBATSYS: Guy dodges K''s One Inch.

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K'               1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1              Guy

      "So you ask questions to those you've told to shut up?  Foolish."  It
doesn't take a psychic to tell that K''s got issues, but Guy has purpose and
determination.  Let the boy work his things out when he's not in the middle of a
match, Guy is still going to refuse to let up.  

      Dodging the bone-breaking punch easily by sidestepping just enough to let
the punch go by(this is what happens when you punch with your eyes closed), Guy
reaches out for the neck of K's leather, looking for a hold.  A hold followed by
several knees to the general area of the torso, the last of which ought to knock
K' away.

COMBATSYS: Guy successfully hits K' with Tsukami Nage.

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K'               1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1              Guy

      Yeah, that is what happens when you punch with your eyes closed. He was
still not bothering to concentrate. Not so much 'not bothering' as thinking
about defeat. This wasn't the best place to do it either, but it kept nagging
him. Even now he was in a mental battle, reliving an old fight that wasn't
anywhere close to today's date or time; he was reliving that fight out by the
beach early on in the morning before the sun had even come up. A fight with Kyo
Kusanagi. One that he had again suffered a painful defeat.

      Even when Guy's hands grab ahold of his leather and draw him into a
series of battering knees to the abdomen, K' continues his wandering, not really
making a sound or acknowledging the pain. When next he opens his eyes, he's on
the ground and there's a strange tickle at the back of his throat.. It tasted
metallic, like old copper and steel. It was blood. Pushing back up to a standing
position and wiping his mouth, K' swallows the taste and closes his eyes again.

COMBATSYS: K' gathers his will.

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K'               1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1              Guy

      If Guy is a little dissapointed at this fight so far, well, you can
hardly blame him, right?  His opponent is rude, punches with his eyes shut, and
seems to seriously be on the defensive, not putting up much of a fight.  Some
opponents do find Bushin overwhelming, matter.  He's here to fight and
win.  He'll reflect on the fight when it's over, not while it's still going.

      Instead of going directly after his opponent, Guy does something a bit
odd.  He backs away, moving toward one of the torches that are lighting the
area, grabs it, and hucks it at K'.  If something big is coming, Guy wants to be

COMBATSYS: K' blocks Guy's Large Thrown Object.

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K'               2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1              Guy

      "Look," K' finally says at length when the torch comes rushing in, he
catching it in hand and setting it right back down on it's end out on the grass
beside the concrete walk, "You know good and well I'm not giving you your due.
I'm not paying attention, I don't care and I'm really just here to feel pain."
-- Well that's certainly an odd response, but it was true. K' had suffered
defeats at the hands of people he honestly wanted to beat. Guy? He hardly knew
him, hardly cared about him and as formidable as his Bushin style may have been,
he didn't give enough of a shit to try and stop him.

      Stepping back to the center of the concrete, K' takes a generally
non-combative posture and looks up at Guy, "So continue. Don't. I don't give a
shit, I just don't want you to take my indifference the wrong way. I got nothin'
against you." With that, he makes an end of speaking and strides forward,
sweeping his right hand forward and bringing an oval of fire with him, only to
snap his leg up behind it in attempt to burn and lead with a flaming kick upward
at Guy's torso and chin.

COMBATSYS: Guy dodges K''s Second Shell.

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K'               2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1              Guy

      That's quite the refreshing, albeit unexpected, burst of talkative
honesty from K'.  Guy, surprised and puzzled, stops fighting.  Jumping backward
away from K''s attack, he responds, "You claim not to care if you win or lose,
but then you keep attacking.  If you have nothing to fight for here, then
forfeit and leave."  Guy's teeth clench just a bit as he steels himself for
whatever's to come if K' presses the issue.  He has no desire to needlessly hurt
someone, but if K' continues to attack, he'll have little choice.

COMBATSYS: Guy takes no action.

      One of K's eyebrows lift, "I figured you needed a reason to keep hitting
me." That was more or less the motivation. Right now K' had it within him to
unleash all hell upon Guy but he didn't. Why? Even now he could pull out a
victory, could absolutely destroy Guy's defense with but two well aimed
strikes... but then why even bother? He had come here, put on the show, jumped
through the hoops because he wanted to give Guy a reason to keep hitting him..
he wanted to feel the pain, concentrate on it, use it. Perhaps a rather sadistic
way to clear one's head, but then again, what was Fighting for Sport if not a
largescale game of escapism. Any hobby was. K' just took it to an extreme that
most people were unwilling to go to or fathom.

      "That's also why I didn't want to talk." -- Forfeit and leave? Forfeit...
and leave... Guy doesn't realize who he's talking to apparently. K' was not the
guy to offer such a thing to. He didn't care about Guy, didn't care about his
victory or K's victory, didn't care about this fight- all he cared about was
focusing on that pain and using it as a point of numb meditation... use it to
think about what was really important to him. The long silence that passes
between the two is as crisp as a chilling wind.

      "Fine." K' shrugs, stepping between the gates, back to his motorcycle. He
straddles it, starts it with a kick and burns the rear tire. Grass, gravel, dirt
and all go flying, clinking back against those iron shrine towers and then he
starts away.

COMBATSYS: K' has left the fight here.

      K' might not be the right guy to offer a chance to just walk away to, or
he might be the perfect person.  Of course, they could've just beaten the crap
out of each other with all they had, but all Guy is concerned with is the win.
He has no desire to hurt his opponent any more than he has to.  He just stands
there and watches K' go, giving one last glance to the crew recording the fight,
before he begins walking back down the path toward where K' headed.  He's done

COMBATSYS: Guy has ended the fight here.

Log created by Kobun, and last modified on 18:33:11 04/28/2005.