Description: Nassir challenges Mimiru in Chinatown! (Winner: Nassir; not recorded as a medal fight)
School's over and Mimiru's gone out to take Max on a walk. Of course, whenever they do so, Mimiru is on the prowl. Hunting for medals and such. Thanks to Max, she merely lets him pull on the leash and let him follow the scent toward the closest medals! Of course, it's not leading to quick results but still... Sometimes it works!
Right now, Mimiru halted in China Town. Just beside a little food stand where she got herself a few meat buns. Yummie. Still, Max is always sniffing the ground nonethlessly.
...and the hunt for medals continues.
Of course, Nassir's hunt takes up something of a different form. That's to be expected--Nassir didn't have a Max to depend on, and instead had to work with the tools of his trade.
What tools, you ask? Well, I'm glad you did.
The very best in surveillance and reconnaissance technologies available for black market purchase and theft. They were perks to a life in the Shank Squad--connections to unsavory individuals all over the globe. Of course, it didn't compare to the surveillance equipment being used by the Kanzuki Corp. Entertainment Division Ninjas, but hey...that's life.
Nassir was out and about, dressed in his Shank Squad uniform, the accessories of war strapped to his chest and waist, ready for use. There was an addition to his uniform--Four smallish starshaped medals, the sign that Nassir was not only a participant in the Kanzuki Medal Tournament, but ready for a fight at any given moment. Padding through the Chinatown district, the young soldier hoped to find some of the fighters who called the area home--Xiangfei, Kensou, and other--but would merrily settle for the young girl his eyes inevitable settle upon.
"Mimiru."
The word is muttered, more for his own benefit than to initiate any kind of conversation. Inexorably, his footfalls began to speed up, moving himself in her direction at a decent clip.
"Ah!" Mimiru says, lips curling into a wide grin as she takes her meat bun. She licks her lips and she kneels down, stroking her dog's side and says, "Here now, good boy, wanna have something to eat?" She asks. Unfortunately, Max seems a little bit too minded on his sniffing. His lack of attention is enough to make Mimiru turn her gaze over toward Max is looking and... Look who's there... Her ex-slave!
The little girl blinks a few times and she straightens herself up. The word that is muttered by Nassir causes Mimiru to shiver a bit and she bites her lips. Her eyes settle on Nassir's medals and once she spots them, no other words need to be exchanged -- Mimiru's on medals are apparent around her neck: only two of them, and considering out Nassir hurries up his pace in his direction, it can only mean one thing.
It's a silent language between two fighters, she knows what it means and it makes her smile. She actually prepares herself for Nassir, getting herself in her defensive posture, "Heheh... So... Nassir... You want me to kick your butt again?" She asks.
COMBATSYS: Nassir has started a fight here.
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Nassir 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mimiru has joined the fight here.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
"Given the current situation?" Nassir makes a halfhearted gesture towards his medals, gloved hand dropping back down to his sides. "The exercise is welcomed. However, you may be somewhat disappointed. I cannot allow myself a defeat in this, and I will be forced to take the spoils."
As Mimiru assumes a defensive posture, Nassir drops into his own fighting stance--arms snapping back up, crooking at the elbow, a position of general wariness as opposed to anything identifiable with a categorized fighting style. "For what it is worth, though, I do hope that the events here will not cause issue with the nature of our current amicable relationship."
Somewhere, o'er yonder? Kanzuki ninjas made sure to catch every motion, every movement, and every utterance of both fighters. Damnable Kanzuki Camera Crews, always catching stuff like that.
Meanwhile, Nassir's eyes roamed over the fighter standing across from him, spending a moment in quiet analysis. "You appear comfortable in your stance. I assume this is a display of readiness. We begin now." And just like that, the soldier goes into motion, hands blurring as they fall down to a smallish case on his belt. Pulling the snap free, A small handful of black...beads, or marbles perhaps settle into his hand for the briefest of moments before being flung at Mimiru.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru negates Thrown Object from Nassir with Thrown Object.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
"If you don't fight dirty and fight like a real man, I'll be merciful and won't actually put that collar back around your neck when I'll kick your butt." Mimiru says, lips curling into a wide grin. "Nah, it definately won't, we fight for fun, have a good lovely competition and all that for a medal." Mimiru states with a few nod of her heads.
Mimiru's eyes observe Nassir and somewhat, she figured he would opt for the wussy way and not attack her head on. Thankfully, Mimiru's hands were still full! Full of meat bun, that is! And so, when the marbles are thrown at her, Mimiru reacts quickly and swiftly by throwing off her meat bun back at Nassir, which one intercepts the marbbles thrown by Nassir.
Did anything hit her? Seems like not. Mimiru's lips curl into a wide grin and she strikes a pose, "Ah come on! Be a real man! Haven't you learned anything from my dumb brother?" Mimiru asks, sticking her tongue slightly.
Nothing doing from that...attack?
Sure enough, the sum whole of Nassir's offense appeared to be invested in small black marbles, nothing more, nothing less. Individually, they would hurt no more than a toddler's noogie, but as a whole they might've stung...kinda. Like a nurple, maybe....though that's asking a lot.
The marbles thrown, Nassir doesn't hang around long. No standing around to watch the results of his attack--The mercenary curled low, balling up and rolling himself backwards a few yards, unfurling into a crouching position. Eyes focused on Mimiru, the subtle shrug in his shoulders might offer quiet response to her queries.
COMBATSYS: Nassir focuses on his next action.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
The girl heaves a sigh and she actually shakes her head a little. "Alrigh then, mister soldier with no balls, I'll put the pants and come for you then, I'm not scared." Mimiru says with a playful intonation, not meant to insult but more to ease.
Mimiru lifts her hands up and she rubs them together, "Alright Max, come on, let's show him." With that, Mimiru growls and she dashes off in Nassir's direction. Of course, Max also follows along with her and they both run over Nassir, charging at him. The girl lets out a shout and she actually tries to leap off at him, head first for some sort of hard-tackle-pounce. As for Max? Well he may not leap at Nassir with Mimiru, but his barks and presence may be enough ot a disorienting factor!
COMBATSYS: Mimiru successfully hits Nassir with The Unicorn's Horn.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
"..."
Should one happen to look closely enough, they could almost see Nassir's uniform briefly inflate and deflate--chest working to issue out a slow, calming breath. Mimiru was going to use the dog, that much was certain, that much Nassir could more or less count on. It was smart. He couldn't fault her for that...indeed, he could already forsee it making his day considerably more difficult.
So, then, he'd just have to adjust.
Shifting his weight, Nassir's legs prepared to piston upwards, sending the youth clear of the flying Mimiru. A moment too long in the deciding, Nassir only made it up into a half-standing position before Mimiru's full weight sent him sprawling on the ground. Grimacing as the shock of pain shoots through his body, Nassir did the unthinkable.
He smiled.
Well, alright. That's not entirely true. It's more a smirk than anything else, accompanied by a Groucho-Marxlike rapidfire quirking of the brows.
"Well. Hello, there."
Now, the question was...would it be enough to distract Mimiru from his counterstrategy? If she would bring reinforcements, so would he. Indeed, Nassir was a one-man army at times. Snaking his hands around to grip at Mimiru, his aim was to do little more than hold her still whilst the rapidly forming humanoid blob of energy slammed into her back.
COMBATSYS: Nassir successfully hits Mimiru with Phantom Patrol.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Nassir
That's the problem with being so reckless. Mimiru doesn't help herself when it comes to the continuity of her assault afterward. She finds herself on the ground, not too far off from Nassir at the same time. She plays it pretty easy though for now, nothing has been going on and Mimiru had the chance to take the initiative and get the first strike.
Her lips curl into a grin and she actually waves her hand to Nassir idly, "Why, hello there!" Mimiru says. And when she opens her eyes back, Nassir's already fastening his grip around her and before she can react to all of this. Slam. The energy slams into her back and Mimiru lets out a screech from her throat as she's being blown off by that energy. She rolls about a little on the ground, the blast sending her off some distance and into a few boxes that that were thankfully empty.
Max barks a few times and rushes over to Mimiru's fun, to see if everything's alright. And have no fear, Mimiru stands once more! She winces and slowly but surely forces herself back to her feet. She spares a glare over to Nassir and snorts. "Well... Now that's a bit more manly..." She comments. And with a smile, Mimiru rushes over to Nassir and she says, "Here, have a taste of this! My Super Mimiru Punch!" She shouts as she clenches her hand into a fist and hurls it at Nassir, her whole hand glowing brightly as she completes her swing.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru successfully hits Nassir with The Angel's Palm.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Nassir
"...Super Mimiru Punch?"
Nassir rolls back onto his feet, the soldier shifting to full height in a fluid, graceful motion. Meanwhile, that blob of energy--vaguely resembling our protagonist at this point--lands someodd feet away from Mimiru, dissolving into nothingness. Conjuring up an army of one is hard work, guys.
Meanwhile, there's a fist coming at him. No, scratch that. There's a fist trying to push it's way through his skull. Luckily, his face provides a measure of padding. Head snapping backwards at an obscene angle, Nassir stumbles backwards a few paces before dropping to his knees entirely. Both hands shoot skywards, fingers outstretched and straining for air.
<Attend me.>
The words are uttered in arabian, though spoken clearly. A bead of crackling dark blue energy forms, providing some small measure of forewarning before exploding into a veritable stormcloud of tempestous, shadowy chi. It's big enough to envelop both the kneeling Nassir and Mimiru, easily...and probably Max too, unless they -all- run.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru dodges Nassir's Clarity of Purpose.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
"Ahah! Have a taste of this!" Mimiru says as her fist impacts with Nassir. She straightens herself up, her gaze going up and once she notices the dark energy forming in Nassir's hands, Mimiru's eyes widen and she quickly shifts into her defensive posture once more, rushing away from the stormcloud of chi, running away, along with her dog, both one beside the other to avoid the malicious use of chi.
Mimiru blinks a few times and she grimaces, before she changes her course and rushes back toward Nassir, "Well, perhaps you beat me with tricks like this but I haven't said my last words on this!" Mimiru says as she attempts to kick Nassir while he's still kneeling.
COMBATSYS: Nassir dodges Mimiru's Light Kick.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
No dice.
While the pose that Nassir assumes certainly seems like the kind of thing that should result in an easy, free hit? The Shank Soldier is simply a bit trickier than that. The storm of chi is as shortlived as the Phantom Duplicate conjured earlier--it's just difficult for Nassir to keep the effect going, it'd seem. Tiring, perhaps. One moment, there's a lightning storm, the next, nothing...like it never even happened.
The upside to this, at least, is that Nassir could at least see the leg coming in. Kicking his legs out in turn, Nassir backpedals himself out of range, though in the process he knocked himself offbalance as well. Landing prone a few feet behind where he was, Nassir's expression sets into another grimace. Time to throw something out to keep the girl busy, then. Clawing at one of the knives on his bandolier, Nassir's fingers wrap around the hilt and just sorta let fly--and while it's in the right direction, he'll be lucky if it hits anything other than ground.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru dodges Nassir's Large Thrown Object.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
Mimiru blinks a few times and she manages to regain her balance just in time to swiftly avoid the hurled knive. Her eyes widen though and she growls, "Heh!" She shouts, "Careful with those things, they're dangerous!" Mimiru says with a few grunts. "You should play nice with girls! Haven't I thought you anything?" Mimiru asks as she attempts to close Nassir to prevent him from hurling too many objects at her.
Unfortunately for him, once the little girl closes Nassir, she attempts to grasp his clothing and if she manages to, she'll throw herself backward and force Nassir to fall on her. Though instead of letthing him crush her, she uses her feet to absorb Nassir's fall and then she pushes on Nassir while she rolls to throw him off over her and away.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru successfully hits Nassir with Quick Throw.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Nassir
Up! And! Over!
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Nassir had to acknowledge that Mimiru's back-rolling throw was impressive, made especially so given his comparatively larger frame. However, that'd come later. For now, he had to worry about getting beat into unconsciousness. For now, he had to worry about losing his medal and letting his opportunity to inconspicuously investigate Kanzuki corp slip away.
Landing roughly, Nassir was quick to roll himself away from the judo-practictioner, staying in his crouched position and just sort've...watching Mimiru for a moment.
For the overly perceptive, one might notice that his bandolier of explosives is missing one from the stores.
One that happens to be on the ground, near where Mimiru initiated her throw technique. Sneaky, that.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru dodges Nassir's Scorch the Earth.
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Mimiru 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Nassir
Mimiru may be small but she's one strong little girl! Considering all the sport she does she doesn't have one inch of fat on her body! Quite definately, she's all well toned small muscles. A real athlete-lite. While Mimiru barely has the time to get back on her feet, this time, it's Max that saves the day. Why? Well Mimiru's faithful canine also happens to be her guardian, and the large and massive dog actually leaps off over Mimiru, powerful jaw going off to actually bite the girl's top and hold into the girl while she gets back, to give her that little extra boost of speed and carrying her off away from the explosives.
It explodes and sends shrapnel all over but thanks to Max, Mimiru has been pulled away to safety. Panting softly, Mimiru glances to Max and she ruffles the dog's hair, "Thanks, Max.." Mimiru says. Her eyes than fall back on Nassir and Mimiru just gives him a glare, "What did we say about those things, huh? Did you forget everything?" Mimiru asks, sticking her tongue out.
The girl rushes over Nassir and she attempts to make him trip over to his back. If he's still crouched, it'll resume itself in a little leg play to destabilize him, but if he gotten back up, she'll merely get a firm grasp of his clothing and use her legs to sweep him off his feet and push on him to slam him down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Nassir dodges Mimiru's O Soto Gari.
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Mimiru 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Nassir
Unfortunately, then, the grasp is never solidified--at least, not enough to matter for the soldier. Pulling himself up to full height, Nassir spins away from those seeking hands...something which might've been somewhat surprising, given his preference for ranged combat.
"You are at no threat for permanent injury or death."
Apparently, that's all the explanation needed for his defense. Meanwhile, Nassir's hands curled into half-hearted fists, save for his index and middle fingers--those were outstretched. What follows is deceptively simple: Nassir attempts to jab at Mimiru's collarbone with those extended fingers. The contact, should there be any, is barely more than a touch...but? It's the aftereffects you need to worry about, the slowness, the lethargy brought about by nerve-strikes.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru fails to counter Quick Throw from Nassir with The Phoenix's Talons.
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Mimiru 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Nassir
Nassir's pretty lucky on that one! Mimiru was just about to actually strike him back instead and attempt to grab him once more but he seems to manage his finger jab at her collarbone just in time to halt Mimiru's strike. The girl's eyes widen and she coughs a bit, her eyes widening as her hands go up over where Nassir touched her and she attempts to fix the built up tension in her nerve, which one more or less stopped her right there dead, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Mimiru whimpers a bit, attempting to stagger back to get some distance not to get beaten up while she still recovers.
The grimace fades somewhat from his features--his strike found home, which was about the most he could ask for. Now, he just needed to build on his brief bout of luck, and finish this. Rather than pushing an aggressive front, Nassir allowed the girl to make her retreat, instead standing his ground and leisurely bringing a hand up to his bandolier.
"Discomfiting."
Nothing quite like throwing out seemingly random statements, no? And yet, it once again seems to describe everything Nassir wanted to say. Pulling a clasp free, Nassir's fingers wrap around the hilt of a knife, prying it free and carefully balancing it in his palm.
"Catch."
The result is an overhanded throw, knife glinting as it passes through the air, shined steel obviously the subject of many hours of care....and all for one or two uses, generally.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru fails to slow Large Thrown Object from Nassir with Large Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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Mimiru 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Nassir
Wincing a bit, Mimiru manages to actually ease some of the building tension. Her eyes widen as she notices Nassir's hand reaching for his knives and she actually extends her hands over toward some of the crate hoping that she can actually hurl it off over the knive to block it. Though in the end, her attempt with the box, magically enough, even if it hits the knive, merely makes it spin and it becomes all the more lethal as it flies over to Mimiru!
Not quite having the time to dodge... Well, the knife just hits her. Right in her chest, cutting through her cloth and flesh, digging into her body. Considering her light built and her thin frame, the fact that the knife actually plunges itself to the hilt within her obviously doesn't seem like a good thing.
Mimiru staggers back and she actually grumbles down to the ground. She coughs a few times and she even coughs up a bit a bit of blood. The open wound actually bleed promiently and Mimiru's first concern is to take off the knife, even though it makes her scream in pain as she does so. Her hand clenches to her belly in attempt to actually stop the bleeding but still...
Hrn. Well, that was unexpected.
While on one hand, the soldier was indeed hoping to put Mimiru down, he had no idea her reaction would be so...fatal. Features dropping into a frown, the 'young man' part behind the 'soldier' demeanor couldn't help but feel the rising tide of panic. Kanzuki was watching this fight, somehow. Their reaction would be startlingly poor if he murdered someone for their tournament, or at least so the soldier believed.
That, and he couldn't help but like Mimiru. That certainly helped too.
"I can tend to your wounds," Nassir announced, trotting over to Mimiru's fallen and screaming body. "I can give you an anesthetic, and servicably sew you together. However, I need you to consent to my care, and I need you to forfeit this match."
COMBATSYS: Nassir focuses on his next action.
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Mimiru 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Nassir
"... You can't cure and heal everything." Mimiru says with a grunt. She bites her lips and shivers, turning her gaze away some as she tries to regain her composture, helping herself against the wall, to hold herself steady. The blood flows abundamently and pours down, making up a few little puddles.
While Mimiru's in no condition to fight, the sight of blood obviously made a certain someone quite aggressive. And while Nassir may not suspect it, with a loud bark, he might find a dog leaping off on Nassir's back to tackle and pin him down to protect its mistress.
COMBATSYS: Nassir fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Mimiru with Phantom Patrol.
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Mimiru 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Nassir
"...Your faith is lacking. I can't heal all, but I can heal -you-. Trust in me, and allow me to work."
Nassir began to advance forward, eyes dropping down to the puddles of blood briefly before coming back up to eye level. "Please. You are losing a lot of blood. If you do not allow me to work, you may suffer further ha--"
Wait a second. Something's wrong here.
It might've been the snarling that tipped the soldier off, but it's the collision of canine and human that /really/ lets Nassir know what's going on. Caught offguard, Nassir's signature shadowy blue energy flares around him...but to little effect. There's a dog atop him now, and all that was left was for Nassir to curse himself. His Kindness, it was taken for weakness. That was something he couldn't allow for again.
It's merely the protective instinct from this animal that forced it to act on its own. Mimiru winces and she bites her lips, clenching her hand against her chest as she staggers a bit away from the little struggling, trying to get her breath back and get some of her composture, "Damn... I'm not done yet... I don't want to lose another medal... I know I can win this one..." The girl repeats to herself under her breath as she pushes herself away for a second.
Meanwhile, once the dog has tackled Nassir down and pinned him, it viciously attempts to claw and bite Nassir's back, hurt him and hold him down long enough to allow Mimiru either to flee or do something at least. Though considering how big and massive the dog is, he's probably way scarier than Mimiru actually is herself.
COMBATSYS: Nassir counters Strong Punch from Mimiru with Indoctrination.
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Mimiru 1/=======/=======|=------\-------\0 Nassir
Good ol' Max, always a lifesaver.
The dog follows with the intended command, and indeed--one might imagine that he couldn't perform any better than he was doing here and now. Mimiru needed coverage against the arabian soldier, and he'd do it the best way he knew how--taking Nassir apart in the process. Claws shred through uniform fabric like the figurative hot knife, and bare flesh gives way in equally embarassing ease. Viscera shows in startling, borderline cartoony detail, with gouts of too-bright anime-styled blood foutaining free from his body. The arabian offers a soundless cry of agony before Max ends it: Bringing his teeth down and clamping, the head disconnects and rolls a few inches away from the remainder of the body.
MAX WINS. FATALITY.
Unfortunate, then, that it wasn't real. Of course, it would be quite the turn of fortune for Nassir...you know, staying alive and all that. The dead simulacrum begins to deflate into nothingness at around the same time Nassir brings a length of black baton down across the dog's neck--hopefully enough to put him out of commission. Somewhere between Max jumping on him and the downward strike, Nassir managed to switch himself out with a Phantom Duplicate. Dirty Pseudo-ninja tricks...ftw.
It's not too hard to make the dog actually believe there's something out there, though unfortunately, despite its keen senses, it falls right for the trap and it lets out a slight whimper from its throat as Nassir hits him behind the neck with his baton.
Have no fear though, Mimiru is here and she won't let you down! Of course, the girl lunges at Nassir and she attempts to lock her arms around his body with her last remaining strenght to lock the arab boy up in a mighty grapple technique, straining his own cloth with her blood and then, using what she has left of strenght she hurls Nassir right over her head, a bit weakly but still, to suplex him down to the ground. Boom. And then after that, she lets go of him, she's out of it.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Nassir blocks Mimiru's German Suplex.
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"..nrgh!"
Nassir was left with a choice, here. Certainly, it appeared that Mimiru had no interest in giving up this fight, and yet it was also plainly obvious that she was about five or six seconds away from giving up the ghost instead. Certainly, Nassir could've done any number of generally ill-willed things...and perhaps someodd months ago he would've. Now, though?
Now, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not unless he had to, and he was pretty certain he didn't. So, then, when Mimiru rushed in to hook him in her suplex bridge? Nassir allowed it to happen. He could use his body to help dull some of the impact of her own move, moreso than if he did anything else.
And so, Nassir wordlessly went overhead, putting his arms out to sort of catch himself before she could bridge all the way over. The impact...hurt, certainly, but at least it looked like he kept Mimiru from hurting herself further. Rolling over onto his knees, Nassir watched the girl for a long moment before making with the declaration:
"This fight is over. Allow me to tend to your wounds, now." Judging from the tone in his voice, Mimiru will have little choice in the matter--not unless something else happens. "I will take you home. It's closer than the hospital, and we will not have to worry about undue waits."
It's over for Mimiru. Lying on the ground almost in a star like way, still bleeding from the straining, Mimiru pants heavily and she seems out of breath and energy. This was obviously over for her she had lost and there was little she could do. Nor could she really protest to Nassir's words either, she knows when to recognize she lost and now, well it was pretty useless to keep on going.
She nods her head a few times to Nassir, agreeing to his words though not saying anything aside from swallowing and trying to regain her breath.
Log created by Nassir, and last modified on 04:08:17 02/22/2006.