Description: You remember Vega's stage in SFA1? With the snow and trains and everything? Kinda like that, only with chi and kicks being thrown around. Plus an immense moral victory for Frei in the very first action. (Winner: Shingo)
The Neo League is in full swing after being only initiated several weeks ago and it has yet to disappoint the millions of street-fighting fans around the world as well as the fighters themselves. It seems that viewers at home and those that even shell out the cash required for the live events really enjoy the various exotic locales that many of the fights take place in. Of course one doesn't need an exotic location to have a good match. This is what brings these two participants of the league to a train yard on the outskirts of Metro City.
A typical hump-class yard. Several thousand cars a day incoming and outgoing all the time along the multitde of tracks that ecompasses the property. The heart of this yard, like others of this type, is the hump: a lead track on a hill over which the cars are pushed by the engine. Single cars, or some coupled cars in a block, are uncoupled just before or at the crest of the hump and roll by gravity into their destination tracks in the classification bowl. As interesting as it would be to host a fight in the middle of where all the lines go around, for safety reasons an arena has been established a bit aways from the main line. Freight cars passing by serving as the backdrop and a type of out of bounds area.
Standing in his designated 'corner' of the arena, which has no real markings save for where the crowd is located, is one of the more well-known fighters in the league. Shingo Yabuki doing some leg stretches from side to side as he waits for the start of the fight. All the while wondering what type of fighter his oppenent is. Not having had the chance to witness any of the other male's fights either first-hand or on video playback. If anything it could be a learning experience for him.
So, where has Our Hero been the past, say, 18 hours or so? In a hotel room in Metro City recovering from the mistake of fighting Alma too soon after Kim Kaphwan nearly busted his head open like a melon, that's what. Lucky for Frei he's got that knack for using chi to help close up the rough stuff, because otherwise this fight wouldn't be happening at all. He simply sat back and enjoyed the room service on the Masters tab until a fight coordinator came late afternoon to say they might just have a match for him right here in Metro. Being an obliging sort, the monk agreed.
Flash forward a few hours to right about nowish, when a hale, hearty, and other h-word Frei hikes on over to the designated fight spot from behind the crowd. A train yard. "I am feeling my inner hobo," the young monk mutters to himself as he nears the 'official' space, glancing around. Huh... another school-age kid. A less perceptive person would feel less uneasy about the match now, and indeed, a few schoolgirls ago Frei might have too. Now? Not so sure. "Well, I kinda liked the dance club venue better..." he says cheerily, giving Shingo a little wave. "I guess they can't all be gems."
On the other hand Shingo doesn't seem to mind the venue at all. It's almost like a field trip to him, never really being at an American train yard before. So many freight cars. So different from the passengers he's accustomed to back home. Maybe he'll do some sight-seeing later after today's match. Depending on how it all goes and how much time he has left before his plane leaves.
When Frei arrives and waves to the boy, of course Shingo is going to wave back. He's just that type of person that's all friendly and outgoing. "Hello, Mister Renard!" Pronounced as he saw it on the fight card. "Nice to meet you! And good luck!" Shingo gives a thumbs-up to the man and settles into his usual fighting stance. All there is now is for the officials to give the word to start pummeling each other.
COMBATSYS: Shingo has started a fight here.
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Shingo 0/-------/-------|
Hearing his last name (well, part of it) actually makes Frei blink, a little bit. He then gives a little heh, rolling his neck across his shoulders a bit and sizing Shingo up. "I really should change that..." the monk muses aloud, doing a few of the easier, more basic tai chi forms to get warmed up. "It's been a long time since I was a Tsukitomi, or a Renard." Never mind the fact that it's a trust fund said parents on both sides set up that lets him live comfortably despite not pulling an income outside random fighting prizes.
Coming out of a final hand push, Frei also drops into a very loose stance, somewhat reminiscent of Akira Kazama's, if she and Shingo have ever fought before. "So, what's your schtick? If you don't mind me asking," he says cheerfully, smiling at Shingo. "I've got girls who know 'killing' styles, one who talks to what I think was a squirrel, one who attacks with her dog, a model who fights with the power of Pink..." And at the mention of the last, the monk blushes. A tiny bit. Fractional, really. "I have to say, Japan's school system never gave me anything but an inferiority complex. How times have changed!"
COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
All of those things may seem kind of unusual for highschool girls but to Shingo those are just some of his friends. "My schtick?" Shingo blinks at that one. Really, what it is that makes his style so unique from other typical martial arts. He thinks on the question for a whole second. "I can shoot flame!" He beams widely at Frei. And then adds rather sheepishly, "Well, not quite yet. But I'm getting there!" The thing is that he really believes this too. "It's all part of the ancient martial arts of Kusanagi-ryuu." Sage nod.
Just because they're opponents doesn't mean that they can't be cordial. The conversation does have Shingo going through his head who the fighters Frei identified are though. Enough that he gets momentarily distracted and pulls out his notebook to check through his various fighter descriptions and notes.
COMBATSYS: Shingo takes no action.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
Kusanagi... Kusanagi... oh yeah! Part of the benefit of being from a family of prominent martial artists in Japan is that Frei knows some of the more famous names, even if he comes from swordsman stock and not fistfighter types. "Kobojutsu, huh... straightforward stuff, that. Handy, too. Very versatile." Flexing his fingers, Frei grins at the mention of flame. "Oh, fire's not that hard. You just have to get good and angry! Although lately I've been learning a lot about manifesting flame I didn't know before. It's really enlightening... I should start playing around with what people have said." Whatever the hell that means.
And then the notebook comes out and Frei just... blinks. "Um..." Well, he's... reading a notebook. Class assignment gone awry, maybe? Who knows. Still, Frei's not the type to smack a man while he's flipping through notes on fighters, or calculus, or a shopping list, or whatever's in there. Instead, he just calmly waits, giving the announcer a sheepish smile briefly before looking back at Shingo. "Whenever you're ready, I guess."
COMBATSYS: Frei takes no action.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
So busy is Shingo at flipping through pages that he almost forgets that he is still in a fight. Heck, the fight hasn't even really started yet. Which is causing some restlessness from the crowd. They came here for combat, not a conversation. One obnoxious fan even shouting out for the two of them to get one with it already. This coupled with Frei's statements put Shingo back in the right frame of mind and he rubs his head, embarrassed, "Heh heh. Sorry about that! I'm ready now!"
Words are all nice but the crowd wants action! And action is what they get. To make up for his delaying of flying fists, Shingo gives them and Frei a look at one of his most famous techniques. "SHINGO KIIIIIICKU!" The youth sprinting in at the other fighter and jumping into the air to twist his body in a manner that would have his extended leg arc and come down to the side of the man's head. Almost like an enzuigiri type of kick.
COMBATSYS: Frei just-defends Shingo's Shingo Kick!
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
The delay doesn't seem to bug Frei. In fact, he's briefly entertaining the notion that a notebook might actually be kind of a cool idea. And then, haha, kid coming right at his FACE. "See, the shouting of move names, I also never got into," he says conversationally, bringing up a hand and gently pushing the incoming kick away from his head mere inches from contact, moving in one smooth motion to spin back around and face Shingo again, letting the boy hop to his feet. "I mean, I get the concept. Hmm."
Grinning, the monk puts his palms diagonally down toward the ground, breathing out and gathering a blue-white sphere of energy at his palms. "Maybe I should give it a shot. You never know. I went through all the trouble of naming these, after all. Hyoushou..." And then? Once the sphere is good enough size, the monk chucks it at Shingo, snapping his fingers when it gets close to the young fighter. "...Rengeki!" The ball instantly bursts into a shower of ice shards, looking to chill Shingo out a tiny bit.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Shingo with Hyoushou Rengeki.
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Frei 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Shingo
Ice. One of the para-elements. Or so it is known to members of the tabletop role-playing community. To someone like Shingo it's just frozen water. That tends to hurt when people start tossing it around in attacks. As he learned the hard way from fighting the ice princess, Kula Diamond. Fortunately for Shingo, the shards of ice directed at him aren't on the same level as the sometimes blue haired-girl. But it is up there with the wannabe witch known as Naerose's ice attack. Which is quite similar in execution. And just like that one, Frei's attack has no trouble in hitting Shingo directly even as he hops to the side to allow it to instead impact against a train passing by. No such luck. The boy stumbling back slightly with a wince. "Nice technique!" Shingo compliments. Then he's moving again. What's with people and throwing things at him?
Getting hit by the glacial fragments numbs small parts of Shingo's body and he's not able to move as fast as he normally would. Guess he'll just have to make do. Dust is kicked up as he once more sprints in a zig-zag pattern towards his opponent. "SHINGO SLIDAAAAAA!" Some silly move he made up that he likes to have fun with now and again. Essentially just a simple sliding tackle kick along the ground. But with a fancy name. The sole of his sneaker looking to kick out Frei's shins from under him.
COMBATSYS: Shingo successfully hits Frei with Medium Kick.
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Frei 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Shingo
It looks so easy. Just hop right over it, right? "Why thank OW." See, Shingo has discovered Frei's super weakness: compliments. Praise him, and he loses all focus. Thus Shingo's sliding kick takes the monk's feet right out from under him, sending him painfully right down onto a railroad tie with a nice loud *CLANG*. Typically, there'd be a kippup after that, but you know... he just smacked his head on the rail. "...alright, that hurt."
Still, in a moment he's back on his feet and rushing back toward Shingo, grinning. "You just made that up, didn't you?" Sometimes you can hear it in their voice, y'know, if you're used to the whole dramatic thing. "But hey, it worked, right?" Hopefully, Frei can reach out and snag Shingo's arm, the flip him onto the ground behind in a nice little momentum toss, the type they like to throw around in wire fu films. "Watah!"
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Shingo with Medium Throw.
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Frei 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Shingo
The Tai Chi fighter isn't the only one that enjoys compliments. Shingo does as well. Especially when it comes to his techniques and fighting skills. After all, he does wnat to get get good enough to the point where he can impress even Kyo Kusanagi. Moreso if he could only just master generating flames. He rubs just under his nose and grins back at Frei, "Hehehe. Yep! Sure did...whoa!" And then he gets thrown behind Frei onto his behind. Well, back mostly. It stings a bit but he's already rolling to get back up into a fighting stance. "Got me again." Well duh, genius. "You're pretty good, mister," Shingo admits.
Whether he really figured it out or not is up for debate. It could be that he's really just a simple nice guy that usually doesn't have anything negative to say about anyone else. Except Iori. Because Iori is the suck. But that's neither here nor there. "Doriyaaaa!" After complimenting Frei, Shingo rushes in again. This time he aims not to strike the man but grab him by the shirt, pull him in, and ram a shoulder squarely into his chest to send him stumbling back. Or floor him. Whichever comes first.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Shingo's Hatsugane.
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Frei 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Shingo
Well, the shirt grab part goes as planned, since it's fairly quick and Frei was not expecting Shingo, who he's seen mostly as a striking-type fighter so far, to go for the whole throw thing. However, he's prepared for the elbow strike, thrusting both of his palms *into* it. Stings like a mofo, for sure -- that trick always looks easier in the movies -- but certainly less than getting knocked to the ground would have. "I'm not, really..." he demures, stepping back and gathering himself a little. Gotta get it together. "But I try my best, that's about all you can ask for."
Pausing for a moment, the monk takes a deep breath, centering himself, then opens his eyes again. "You hit pretty hard. I wouldn't worry about flame if I were you," he says, smiling brightly. "I'd play to my strengths. Of course, if fire's what you really want, then go for it." Ducking low and dashing forward, the monk makes a play for Shingo's arm. His grabs haven't had a lot of luck of late, but there's not a lot you can do but keep trying 'em until they work.
COMBATSYS: Shingo dodges Frei's Daichi Kudaki.
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Frei 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Shingo
Apparently neither of their grabbing attacks are having much success in doing their full potential today. Maybe it's a bad day for throws. Unless one were to count that one time Frei did manage to flip Shingo over onto his back one move ago. If not, then yeah, bad day for tossing each other around. As seen when Frei ducks in to reach out for Shingo's arm where the lad decides that his best course of action is to take the high road while his opponent takes the low one. Hard to grab someone's arm if their arm is no longer where it's supposed to be. Even harder when you're on the ground and they're in the air.
It's nothing spectacular. A backwards somersault really as Frei moves forward. And since that Frei did say to stick to his strengths, he snaps out his right leg in a quick strike to the head. "Ya!" After all, why give up such an inviting target? Hit or miss Shingo lands and instantly moves to the right after giving the man a nod, "Well, I want to be able to be just like Kusanagi-san! And the only way I can truly master Kusanagi-ryuu is to shoot flame!"
COMBATSYS: Shingo successfully hits Frei with Light Kick.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
"Yeah, but why flame? Lots of people caOOF." Smack. Right in the face. Almost comically, the monk just stands there for a moment with Shingo's sneaker in his puss, before gently reaching up and pushing it away. That stung. Shaking out his fingers, the monk takes a deep breath and takes a few steps back. Time to reasses how this fight is going.
CLosing his eyes for a moment, the monk doesn't press the attack, instead choosing to start a few hand pushes to get his chi back in focus, as it were. Plus it gives a little time for dialogue and whatever. "Anyhow. As I was saying. Lots of people can do flame. I wanna see someone do something unorthodox. Like, uh... whatsername. Can't remember. Punk rocker, really nasty attitude. Kind of a jerk. But she used sound-based stuff. Was kinda neat. Been wondering how to do that myself for a while now."
COMBATSYS: Frei takes a breather.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
"Because that's one of the main aspects of Kusanagi-ryuu kobojutsu," Shingo states plainly. "I know lots of people can do flame. But Kusanagi-san's different sligthly. It's something that they say runs in his family. Like people will tell me that I'll never be able to use the same flames Kusanagi-san or Otou-san uses because I'm not of their blood. But that's not going to stop me at all!" The boy beams and seems very confident that one day, no matter how long it takes, he will be able to wield the same fires. Until then...he'll have to deal with just punching people really hard.
Shingo looks intently at the other fighter even as he converses with him and the boy is taking mental notes in his head to mark down in his notebook at the conclusion of this match. Always good to take notes on one's opponents. Never know when it may come in handy. He would start with the jotting down now, but he'll doesn't know if Frei would allow him the opportunity to. Nor would the crowd really appreciate it. Another train roars by. But does he want to rush in blindly? Not really. Let him take some time to think about it first.
COMBATSYS: Shingo focuses on his next action.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
It's an argument that makes sense. The use of chi is a many-nuanced thing, after all, and highly personal, something Frei understands better than most. "Fair enough." He pauses, grinning faintly. "And hey, don't let stuff like cold hard logic get in the way of your dreams." Not many people can make that line sound sincere; Frei is one of the rare few that can. "Alright. As much fun as storytime is, though, I think the crowd's gonna get rowdy. So, allow me to show you a couple other neat chi tricks. Like so!" Without further ado, the monk reaches down and just... punches the ground, kicking up a storm of rocks in a blast of earth chi, and as they rise up he swings around and just... blasts the *rocks* instead of Shingo, sending the stones hurtling at the young Taiyo student. Of course, they lack the punishing force of Frei's internal energy directly, but if they hit, it still might hurt a wee bit.
COMBATSYS: Shingo dodges Frei's Large Thrown Object.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
Shingo really isn't that young. Considered something of an upperclassman by most other students in his school. As though that information really had any sort of bearing on the outcome of this fight. Similar to the knowledge that penguins aren't found at the Arctic, it is really trivial. What is worth noting that while Shingo seems to be impressed by Frei's manipulation of ground, he's not about to let himself be struck so easily. Each stone evaded by hoping from side to side and even rolling under one only to jump over another and darting around to find a way to flank Frei.
Now finding a way past Frei's defenses is an admirable goal but it is not all Shingo is looking to accomplish today. He's also studying the man to see more of how he fights. Finding his style interesting. Not as cool as his own self-adopted style, but nonetheless interesting. To see how Frei reacts, he dashes in just to stop short and hop back away. Still looking for the opportunity to make with some more of his awesome techniques.
COMBATSYS: Shingo focuses on his next action.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
Well, it wasn't a particularly quick attack, so the monk isn't surprised to find Shingo playing the dodgy game. Still, he's got good footwork, or at least good enough footwork to merit an impressed smile from Frei. However, if an offensive is what Shingo wants, an offensive he'll get. Hopping back a touch himself, the monk starts... singing ABBA? "Dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen..." Maybe it's some sort of focusing ritual? Either way, as he sings the monk sweeps his hand down, almost in the same way Kyo does for his Yami Barai, a purple crescent of light arcing out at Shingo with a decent amount of speed, sparks of silver surrounding it in a halo. "Moon Tiara Action!"
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Shingo with Tsukikage.
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Frei 1/--=====/=======|======-\-------\0 Shingo
Projectiles for the win is it? That's the conclusion Shingo has come to. That and he realises that this guy is almost chi heavy. Though that part didn't take long for him to figure out. Could it be that Frei is a type of long-range distance fighter? It's not that unusual in the street-fighting circuit. Shingo having faced his share of those particular type of fighters more than once. The way he normally choose to deal with their long-range attacks being to just charge through them. This isn't the case here. Yabuki almost losing his footing when he stumbles over a stray rock and spoils his whole plan. Darn.
But it's not a complete lost. It at least gets him closer to Frei. Which is good for him and bad for the man. Close-combat being really where Shingo shines. Not unlike Moon Tiara Power. "Isn't that like from Sailor Moon," he asks as he swings in a strong right hand towards Frei's body to go along with his charge. The momentum hopefully lending into the force of the punch.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Shingo's Fierce Punch.
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Frei 1/=======/=======|======-\-------\0 Shingo
Grinning, the monk throws up a forearm to catch Shingo's punch in a surprisingly expert block, deflecting the incoming attack... and then shaking out his arm, which is now numb. Ow. "Yeah. I have this thing for cartoons. Plus sometimes the wacky sayings throw people off guard, you know..." Half-turning, the monk spins back around to give himself just a little bit more room. "Alright, that's a lie. I just like saying 'Moon Tiara Action!'."
Knitting his brow, Frei appears to have a nice internal debate for a moment, then comes to a decision, nodding mostly to himself and starting to trace a circle in the air with his right hand, counter-clockwise. At 9 o'clock, his fingers suddenly burst into a yellowish glow. "Earth..." And then, in turn? Red, blue, and gold. "Fire, water, wind..." When the circle is complete, it flashes visible for a moment, then disappears, leaving Frei's hand glowy in a multitude of colors. "GOOO PLANET!" Grinning sheepishly, he dashes in, attempting to get that glowy hand over Shingo's sternum. "Sorry. It's obligatory, now."
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Shingo with Fukami Reikai.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Shingo
He doesn't even need to touch, actually; just get a little bit near. And when he does? The monk's green eyes flash with the effort of controlling it, but the moment his hand is close enough he shouts, "BREAK!" Extending from his palm is a blast of sheer, undeniable force: every element of the world compressed to a single point and then let free. The very air between Frei and Shingo ripples with the aftershock.
Oh poo. Another tactic that doesn't turn out so well for the highschool student. What was really supposed to happen is as Frei tags him with the attack he was then going to wail on the man at close range. Except that Shingo didn't anticipate two things. The first being that Frei moving deceptively fast and the second would be the attack being so powerful. In the sense that he wasn't expecting it to actually be strong enough to not only disrupt his movement but blast him back and floor him in one swift motion. Shingo letting out a grunt of pain when he hits the ground and slides a short distance on his back.
"Ow." He says climbing back up to his feet and looks at Frei. He feels like he got hit with a car or something. An energy car. Driven by Heart. Shingo rubs his head. Yep, definitely chi-based. Which means he better get with the ending this fight really soon. Not because he has any particular weakness to the energy of the world, just that he isn't as good defending against it as he is with taking hits. For obvious reasons. "Alright!" He claps his hands together once and then blitzs with a loud battle cry. Directly at Frei. What's he's going to do? He has no idea really. But he's hoping to run up to the man and hit him with an axe kick. To strike with his leg going up and then again when he brings his heel down on Frei's head. Some of Shingo's more hardcore fans would recognize this technique as a Foreign Style: Thunder Axe. Similar to Kyo's. But in looks only.
COMBATSYS: Shingo successfully hits Frei with Medium Kick.
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Frei 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Shingo
So, that move may hurt like hell when he does it, but it takes a lot out of Frei to pull it off. Thus, when Shingo's kick comes in he's... not really in any shape to get out of the way, and it clips him fairly hard right on the shoulder, the monk at least having enough sense to get his head out of the way. Falling backwards, he throws out a hand at the last second to catch himself, falling backwards and then springing straight up, wasting no time in launching himself right back at Shingo, turning his palms downward in mid-air and, just before meeting the young Kusanagi-style fighter, forming an orange-red sphere that suddenly explodes, hopefully peppering Shingo with a storm of golden sparks. "Let the sun shine in!"
COMBATSYS: Shingo endures Frei's Hizashi.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Shingo
What if Shingo wants himself to get pegged by the hail of sparks descending upon him? What then? What exactly does that mean for Frei? For starters, it means a world full of pain. But that much should've been obvious when Shingo continues running forward to give chase after Frei despite knowing that the man was going to retaliate. He seems determined on having one of his tactics succeed today!
A bright grin on his face, Shingo adds a comment to go along with Frei's most recent statement, "And let the phoenix fly out! The Flaming Phoenix Forger! Oriyaaaaaa!" The background for this fight being a train yard is suddenly very appropriate. For Shingo himself has become like a freight train as he charges forward. Moving at just the right speed to catch Frei just as he lands from his jump with an extremely hard and hopefully painful shoulder check driven directly into his chest. Where he flies, no one knows!
COMBATSYS: Shingo successfully hits Frei with Ge Shiki - Kake Hourin.
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Frei 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Shingo
Hey, it's the first time someone's ever bothered to respond to one of those throwaway comments Frei makes throwing moves out. It gets him, deep down inside. Or perhaps that's the shoulder charge, which may also be involved. You never know. That's the trouble with jumping attacks, you understand. You are indeed vulnerable when you land. And that blow hurt. A LOT. Interestingly, though, Frei doesn't pull a Team Rocket when it hits. Yes, the blow lands full bore, but gritting his teeth and digging in his feet, the monk... stays right where he is. It's this thing he does when he's reached his limit. Steel chair, kick to the face, doesn't matter; you can always surprise 'em if you hold your ground. "You hit... pretty hard, kid. Good job. Should tell you... one thing, though."
And then his hand snakes forward, palm out and already glowing. It's slower than normal, mainly because Frei is just freaking exhausted, but no less powerful for it. Of course, there's a better than good chance that, having seen the move once, Shingo will know to get out of the way. Still, Frei is grinning. "The little show is just a formality. Break!"
Whether it hits or not, Frei's done. The cost of that little keep-feet-planted maneuver is that you're that much worse for wear once you realize you shouldn't be standing anymore. He has enough time to get out an "...ow" before face-firsting into the dirt.
COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Shingo with Fukami Reikai.
Glancing Blow
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Shingo 0/-------/---====|
That attack again. Shingo remembered what happened last time he faced down that technique. It didn't turn out too good. So he figures that he'll go with another path. Getting out of the way, knowing full well that Frei is using the last of his energy for this after getting hit by the boy's Kake Hourin. Yet. Frei is obviously more sneaky than he lets on. It's like his hand moves on it's own accord because Shingo is thinking that he's already out of the way with his quick hop backward to evade. Is he ever surprised when he -still- somehow manages to get tagged by the omni-elemental attack. It's more of a nick along his side than anything else, but still.
Shingo places a hand where he was just struck and settles into a more comfortable stance as he breathes heavily. Not as heavily as Frei is, but close enough. "Great fight, mister!" Shingo says, even though the man probably can't hear him. A hand is raised when the victory result is given. That same hand is then held out toward the fallen Frei with a thumbs-up. What excellent sportsmanship.
COMBATSYS: Shingo has ended the fight here.
Log created by Frei, and last modified on 02:52:36 01/09/2006.