Description: Mary's making a habit of picking on schoolgirls, ain't she? Or getting picked on, maybe. Because in Southtown, the schoolgirls are -tough-. (Winner: Acacia)
Talk about a lovely place to pick up a fight -- this school seems more like it could be the perfect nest for various drug dealing things and a lot of juvenille problems. Cut the criminal roots before they spread out too much. It could take a lot of disciplinary measures to clean up the stuff around but... That's not really Mary's problem for now. She does, however, assess the various 'problems' Gedo may have considering its current condition, the lack of power from the staff and the rather troublesome students around.
Even if they're doing this inside of the school, there's still this heavy feeling of a streetbrawl in the air. Perhaps it's the graffiti on the walls or the various thugs that are around to actually encourage the local favorite girl -- and probably the favorite in the roster as well. That's not going to intimidate Blue Mary though, that's for sure. The woman tightens up her leather glove a little, glancing around and narrowing her eyes. More fighting with those teenagers. Hopefully, this one won't be following the trends and throwing fireballs at her.
If Acacia could hear Mary's interior monologue, she'd probably snort in disdain. As it is...she can sense the woman's hostility and apprehension just by reading her body language. And that gives Acacia...a pretty good guess as to her thoughts.
Acacia regards Mary with a thin-lipped expression, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. The girl leans against a locker at the other end of the hall, arms folded in front of her. She's already done her warm-ups, all her stretching and preparations. Now she's just holding still, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match. Acacia glances at the man, a Neo League official in a Masters jacket and clipboard...looking fairly out of place in the motley throng of Gedo students gathered to watch the match.
One of Acacia's classmates, a guy in a yellow tracksuit, yells something at her - incoherent, because it's quickly cut-off by the girl next to him, slamming an elbow into his crotch. Acacia ignores the antics, shaking her head. At a nod from the League referee, she pushes off the locker door, walking forward, near the centre of the hall. She falls into a loose fighting stance, booted feet apart, gloved hands raised.
"So...Mary Ryan, hm?"
COMBATSYS: Acacia has started a fight here.
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
It's hard to tell from Mary's body language. However the rather cold and stern expression on her face might be easily mistaken by disdain or a slight bit of repulsion, though she does, more or less, have those same serious features on her face when it comes to things like that, most of the time. It's almost out of her old habits and duty that she keeps such an appraising and evaluating gaze around her and gauge this place. It seems more less, after all, like a pretty apt place to hide a lot of drug dealer, for some reason... And even if Mary doesn't have to deal with those kind of things, fighting crime is still a value that is deeply anchored in her.
"That's right," The blonde woman answers, "Take it you're Acacia Gillespie then?" It sounds more like a statement than an actual question as Mary lets her eyes wander off up and down over the girl she's fighting. Looks like this one might be more in her league when it comes to fighting style. The though is enough to bring a smirk on Mary's lips. She spares a glance over to the official, making sure they're ready for the fight, before she returns her attention to Acacia.
"Are you ready?" She asks, stretching her arms up and pointing a finger toward Acacia as she settles herself in her combat stance. Whatever her answer is, a second later, Mary dashes off straight toward Acacia. Time to get close and physical -- she doesn't want to take the risk this girl might throw a fireball at her after all.
"Kyaaa!" She shouts as she comes close enough, trying to quite literally ram her elbow straight at the girl's midsection.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary has joined the fight here.
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 BlueMary
COMBATSYS: Acacia endures BlueMary's Quick Punch.
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Acacia 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 BlueMary
The elbow-thrust strikes home, slamming into the muscles of Acacia's abdomen. Her body rocks beneath the blow. The girl /must/ feel it...but if she does, she gives no sign. She doesn't so much as flinch, the look on her face rigid, unchanging. Acacia looks Blue Mary in the eye, locking gazes.
Wordlessly, she retaliates. Before Mary can pull away, while her elbow's still buried in Acacia's gut...the girl recoils. And thrusts a fist, travelling the short distance between the two fighters.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary blocks Acacia's Quick Punch.
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Acacia 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 BlueMary
The girl's not even bulging. Mary snorts a bit, her gaze lifting up to meet with Acacia's one, eyes to eyes, locking her gaze with hers. At the very least, Mary's impressed. She didn't flinch. Her lips curl into a faint smile -- there are no words exchanged between the two fighters, though this slight moment of silence between the two might have meant more than words could.
Mary doesn't pull back all that much, lifting her arm up to deflect and absorb the blunt it of Acacia's punch against her forearm. The woman groans a bit in pain and she attempts to wrap her hands around Acacia's out-stretched arm. If she suceeds, she'll turn around on her heels and presses her back to Acacia's waist, bending over and pulling over her arm to force her over her and throw her off from her.
COMBATSYS: Acacia blocks BlueMary's Medium Throw.
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Acacia 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 BlueMary
Acacia crashes into the ground, courtesy of Blue Mary. Her lean form pounding into the hallway floor. But the impact isn't as loud, isn't as painful, as it -could- have been. Because Acacia twists in Blue Mary's grasp. She manages to break her fall, landing in such a way as to diffuse the brunt of the impact - before rolling free, emerging in a crouch, a half-kneeling position. She stays like that for an instant...then springs back towards Mary, whipping an arm out to catch the woman's legs with her forearm and the back of her hand.
Silence, still - but then, for this, violence is sufficient communication.
COMBATSYS: Acacia successfully hits BlueMary with Icon of Stone.
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 BlueMary
With Acacia wriggling and rolling out of her grasp, Mary fails to actually use her grasp over her to her advantage and force Acacia down through submission. The woman narrows her eyes and she takes a step back, staring at her and assessing her, though despite her best efforts, she fails to react in time when Acacia lunges at her.
With Acacia's forearm smacking against her legs, Mary is destabilized and she gets knocked down to the ground. Mary groans a bit in pain and she adjusts herself on the ground, attempting to wrap her legs around that forearm that actually caught her legs. She tries to cling to Acacia's arm and if she's successful in getting right in the position she wants, Mary will perform a painful joint manipulation technique that might dislodge the bones of normal persons but... Acacia's ought to be a tough girl and can take it.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Acacia with Mary Spider.
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Acacia 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
That doesn't mean, though, that she feels no pain. Because she does, quite definitely, /feel/ that technique. In spades. Acacia makes a muted sound of pain - but quickly buries it, quelling the urge to scream. With a single explosive movement, she -wrenches- herself free, then throws herself to the side. Opening up space between her and Mary. It's not often that -Acacia- plays the distance game...
...she does now, though, as wary eyes study Blue Mary. Acacia rotates her abused arm at the shoulder, trying to bring some life back into the limb.
She speaks, in a quiet voice, breaking the silence. "Huh...not bad."
The corner of her lip twitches, just a fraction.
COMBATSYS: Acacia focuses on her next action.
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Acacia 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
Playing it safe, when Acacia proves to be too much of a hassle to actually keep grounded, Mary lets go of her and she rolls on the ground to a safety distance, before she rises back to her feet. Mary pants softly, sparing a glance over to Acacia's arm as she tries to make the blood circulation stabilizes into it. Her lips curl into a smile and her eyes return over to Acacia, "Got to admit, glad I actually fight someone who seems to be more the brawler type..."
Mary resumes her combat stance and she nods to Acacia, taking this little pause to take her breath back, "You're not bad either. Ready for a second round? Your turn, this time.." Mary says.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary gains composure.
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Acacia 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 BlueMary
Acacia arches an eyebrow. Then she brings her hands together, her right fist smacking into the leather of her left palm. She cracks her knuckles, then drops her right hand to her side. Her stance shifts, her boots scraping across the hallway floor, reflecting the change in her balance, her tensing muscles. Mary's invited her to attack...and Acacia's going to oblige. The fact the other woman can see the blow coming...doesn't seem to concern her.
The girl nods, once, her mouth settling into a thin line.
A moment passes.
Two.
It's then...that Acacia rockets forward, a shrieking vibration running up and down the length of her arm. A thunderous CRACK as she drives a chi-laced fist toward Mary, blurring the air.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary blocks Acacia's Bonecrusher.
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Acacia 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
Looks like Acacia got her own little trick when it comes to energy. At the very least, that kind of stuff is fairly different than the usual kind of stuff Mary had to deal with recently. The woman takes a step back, not to leave herself open as she lifts her forearm up and brings her right arm to block the incoming strike. At the very least, it's better than if she had gotten hit directly, but... The rather harsh and accute pain she feels coursing through her forearm half tells her it wasn't such a bright idea to block the incoming strike.
Mary groans a little in pain, her other hand going up to hold her forearm. She bites her lips but manages to smile at Acacia, "Huh, well that was definately something..." She admits with a slow nod of her head. Time to retaliate, and fast. Mary attempts to rush Acacia a little, half-tackling her. She tries to get a hold of her arm with her hand and she strides right beside Acacia, using her leg to trip the girl and her grasp over her arm only serves her to bring her down.
COMBATSYS: Acacia fails to interrupt Fast Throw from BlueMary with Quick Punch.
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
Acacia doesn't respond. At least, not in any coherent fashion. A gasp -does- tears its way free from Acacia's lungs, though...as she spills to the hallway floor, hard. Inwardly, she curses. She didn't move -fast enough- to break that hold. But there's no time for recriminations.
It's not quite a rough throw through, just something pretty quick to break the pace. After Mary got hit pretty nastly over her arm, she has to take a second or two to actually recover and get the feeling back into it. Her bones might not be broken, but that's definately going to leave a bruise.
Not wanting to kick Acacia while she's down, Mary takes a few steps back and her lips curl into a smile. She prepares herself and waits for the other girl to rise. She idly massages her forearm and watches Acacia's movement... So that once she'll be up, Mary will be able to take any openings in her guard she leaves.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary focuses on her next action.
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
Not that Acacia -intends- to leave any openings...but Mary's pushing her hard. Harder than any even match she's had lately. She inhales, then lets it out all at once, shoving herself into a standing position, planting her feet back on solid ground. She turns her eyes on Mary...
...then turns to the attack. Lunging towards her, leading with a fist. Another rapid punch, the silver studs on Acacia's glove glinting in the lights.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary counters Quick Punch from Acacia with Reverse Facelock.
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Acacia 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 BlueMary
Unfortunately for Acacia, Mary has been waiting for her to come at her. If she's not leaving any openings in her defense, she might as well create one when Acacia will attack. As of sort, the blonde woman simply waits for Acacia's attack. As her fist comes Mary's way, the woman parries the incoming strike by taking a step back. The woman gets a hold of Acacia's wrist though and as she stands beside her, her other hand reaches for her shoulder and she quickly spins on herself, forcing Acacia to lose her balance and carry her to the ground.
Once she's on the ground, her hands move to trap the girl's face against her and she pulls backward, forcing her to arc her back, yet Mary also forces Acacia to stay pinned on the ground, getting her into a rather painful and strainful facelock for her body. One that is intended to weaken Acacia. Though Mary lets go after a little while and she pulls back.
Growling something vague, and probably impolite, under her breath...Acacia scrabbles back. Not quite rising, instead flipping round and staying low to the floor, nearly on all fours. Her cheeks are flushed, red with anger... but not at Mary, at -herself-. But that distinction isn't obvious to Mary, it can't be. So what she probably sees are a pair of flaming eyes, smouldering like embers. Tightly clenched fists, balls of white-knuckled bone. Acacia quivers, as she tries to rein in the emotion.
She's -got- to regain control.
COMBATSYS: Acacia gains composure.
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Acacia 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 BlueMary
The red cheeks may simply be a sign of blood flowing through fast through her vein -- or maybe she's embarassed with how things are going. She is, after all, Mary believes, a student of Gedo. Though there shouldn't be any shame in getting beaten by a woman older and more experience than she is.. It's more the other way around that's embarassing. Mary could careless either way. However, there's more than just the red cheeks that might give out the anger Acacia is feeling. Mary arches a brow and asks, "You alright?" After all, this is an exhibition match, not a fight to the death... But when Acacia rises back to her feet, she figures everything's fine.
She hums and gives her a slight nod, before she rushes straight at her and once she gets close enough, Mary attempts to get a hold of Acacia. If she can hold her well enough, she'll proceed to give her a couple of quick knee shots in her midsection, while her grasp over her is an attempt to maintain her controlled and take the blunt hits of those knee shots.
COMBATSYS: Acacia endures BlueMary's Combo Throw.
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Acacia 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 BlueMary
Acacia just stands there. And weathers the blows, -letting- the knee strikes slam home. Pain blasts through her awareness, white-hot spikes searing through her consciousness. Acacia's vision blurs, and she grits her teeth. But takes the pain. Uses it. Giving her the much-needed focus to -concentrate-, and centre herself...fixing her mind on one intent.
Nothing else matters. Not the sound of the crowd, her fellow students.
Only Mary.
Opponent.
Target.
Acacia raises her head, still in Mary's grip. She reopens her eyes. She forces a smile, another of those narrow smirks. There's little humour in it, though. And what little levity there is...doesn't reach her eyes, lending the lie to her expression. There's no amusement in her stare. Her eyes are simply hard, intent.
"Fine," Acacia says, simply.
Before the blast of chi rips free from her body, concussive force radiating out like waves. Cratering the hall floor in concentric circles, a pounding roar that distorts space around her body. Making the air dance like a heat haze.
COMBATSYS: Acacia successfully hits BlueMary with Ground Breaker.
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Acacia 0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1 BlueMary
The wave and blast of chi that radiates from Acacia's body is enough to quite literally blast Mary away. She attempts to shield herself from the wave of energy but there's little she can do to protect herself from such a thing. The woman lets out a scream escape her throat as she's repelled by the blast, sent flying away as the ground cracks before the power of the chi waves.
The concussion force sends Mary a couple of feet away from Acacia and Mary falls on the ground, carried away slightly. The blonde woman groans in pain, shaking her head a little as she attempts to rise back to her feet. Her rhythm in the battle has been pretty broken by that blast and Mary's lips curl into a tight smirk, "Huh... Gotta love those kind of things..." She pants softly and forces herself to her feet, staggering a little as she attempts to regain her composure and balance.
Mary cracks her necks a little and she lifts her arms up, resuming har guard and keeping her fist ready for action. She shakes her head alittle and tries to get back into the pace of things. That was pretty nasty, and that certainly seems to have pulled some strain on Mary but... She's not totally out of it.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary gains composure.
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Acacia 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 BlueMary
Acacia straightens as well, spine stiffening as she uncoils, regaining her full height. She stands, where she was, at the heart of the freshly wrought jagged crater in the hall floor. That little trick is probably the most spectacular thing in her arsenal - and the worst for sheer property damage. It's enough to set her schoolmates screaming a renewed frenzy of cheers...and a few observing members of the faculty to sighs. They'll have to fix the floor. -Again-.
The girl, though...doesn't pay that any mind. Her attention is still locked on Mary. She slides back into her own fighting stance, concrete dust and debris settling beneath her feet. She directs a level stare at the older woman, across the fresh expanse between them.
COMBATSYS: Acacia gains composure.
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Acacia 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 BlueMary
Thankfully, Blue Mary isn't really one of those fighters that do a lot of collateral damage. Mary narrows her eyes but a slight smile spreads on her lips as Acacia resumes her very own combat stance. She's ready for more and so far, this fight had been rather interesting.
Mary decides to take the initiative -- she leans foward and rushes over Acacia. The woman tries to get a hold of Acacia's arm -- for what purpose? Well, she wants to use her knowledge of joint manipulation to twist Acacia's arm and forces her to turn around and force her into an armlock.
COMBATSYS: Acacia counters Medium Throw from BlueMary with Icon of Stone.
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Acacia 0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1 BlueMary
That's a good plan. And one that, mercifully, doesn't involve more of Gedo's main hall being wrecked by errant fighter-directed destruction. Of course, it promises a great deal of pain for Acacia...
...or it -would-, if everything went according to Mary's plan. Unfortunately, Acacia is stubborn. Very stubborn. And she's had the moment she needs. Expecting Mary to attempt another of those grapples, she stands ready, letting chi soak through her body, suffusing her muscles and bone, renforcing her physical form with spiritual strength. Mary grabs her arm - but Acacia -resists-, hauling back, straining, fighting, refusing to let Mary pull her into the hold. And then, as they're struggling with each other, Acacia breaks the stalemate...by means of a fierce backhand into Mary's face.
Pretty stubborn, isn't she? Mary tries her very best to actually get the advantage of this grapple, even though they've gotten more or less into a stalemate. Unfortunately, before she can actually twist her arm about, Acacia's free hand gives her a rather harsh backhand right into her face.
That's enough for Mary to let go of Acacia's hand... And also for her to take a step back. She lets out a slight scream of surprise and pain escape her throat and she barely has the time to regain her balance. The woman growls and she lunges at Acacia, taking a high leap, lifting her knee up and going for a rather high knee shot that is aimed right under Acacia's chin to knock her up in the air.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Acacia with Dynamite Swing.
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Acacia 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
And smack! Acacia goes flying up... Then falls down... And before she even realizes it, Mary forces her back to her feet by wrapping her arms around of her neck and she quickly spins her around a couple of times, taking a final leap up to hurl Acacia off a good distance away.
It's not fun to have your flight broken by a wall. Especially if you never planned to be flying in the first place. Acacia knows this, firsthand. She's sprawled against grafitti-covered masonry, a network of cracks radiating from her back, the point of impact. Groaning, she slides bonelessly to the ground, in a fall of plaster dust, shattered brick and mortar. Her head lolls, as she tries to focus. Nngh. Not good.
COMBATSYS: Acacia gains composure.
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Acacia 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
After this little counter attack, Mary is panting. Her lips curl into a smile and she lets a soft chuckle escape her throat. A thin layer of sweat covers her skin and Mary shifts her weight a little, "You're definately good, girl..." Mary says, "This is fun," She says, before she dashes toward Acacia and rushes at her.
Mary isn't intending to give it easy for Acacia it would seem and she tries to use her rather dazed state to attempt to knock her down to the ground using a very similar tactic then before -- get a hold of her arm and pull her close toward her, only to actually sweep her legs off the ground and slam her down.
COMBATSYS: Acacia blocks BlueMary's Fast Throw.
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Acacia 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 BlueMary
And down she goes. But in a controlled fall, wrenching her arm free of Mary's grip, tucking it in. So while she's grounded, she's grounded on her own terms. Not too bad a place to be, especially when she rolls out of the tumble, one knee pressed against the floor, spine arched, body held low.
She doesn't respond to Mary's...compliment. At least not verbally. But she does snap out a punch, a whirling extension of her fist, aimed at the side of the other woman's leg - at the knee.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary counters Quick Punch from Acacia with Head Buster.
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Acacia 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 BlueMary
Hard to actually hit someone while they're lying low on the ground. Mary arches a brow and she simply rushes toward Acacia as she's on her knees, before she can punch her. Her arms extend to actually trap both of Acacia's arm, holding them and forcing Acacia's head between her knees, squeezing it and holding it into place. The grasp she has on her arms keeping her from struggling too much...
And then, Mary just takes a slight leap upward and she goes down, slamming Acacia's face against the ground. Smack. That must not have felt good. Mary lets go of Acacia and rises back up, taking a few steps back to let Acacia recover.
Acacia exhales, ribcage heaving. She gives a ragged cough, spitting out phelgm. Then she hauls herself back to her feet, wiping her mouth on the back of one sleeve. Looking up, she glares at Mary, her look mixing irritation with grudging respect. She sways, unsteady, but catches herself before she can stumble. She's barely standing, and dear God her head -hurts-, her face lacerated and bleeding from that last exchange. But she's -standing-, and that's what counts. Standing, and determined.
Again, she charges Mary. Again, she swings a fist in a rapid straightline strike, pistoning her arm with her remaining strength. Maybe it's not the best or most creative tactic. Maybe it hasn't worked so good in this fight, so far...
...but it's the best she's got. And she's damn well going to give it.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary endures Acacia's Quick Punch.
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Acacia 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 BlueMary
This fight has to get to an end eventually.. The two fighters have been holding their ground fairly well so far, both Mary and Acacia giving out a rather entertaining show for the crowd. Mary doesn't wish to finish this fight by punching Acacia so hard she fails into unconsciousness -- nope, she prefers to go for a more 'classy' and less flamboyant finish. Perhaps a bit more embarassing and humiliating but still...
Mary doesn't attempt to dodge the incoming fists, nor to block them, she simply lets them strike and hit her more and more, again and again. Mary growls and she quivers a little in pain, she lets herself get hit by Acacia, so close, so that she might get a chance to make her trip.. And if she suceeds, she'll attempt to straddle her back and get her into an armlock submission to finish things.
COMBATSYS: Acacia counters Fast Throw from BlueMary with Stonewall.
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 BlueMary
Mary might not like to punch her opponent into unconsciousness. Acacia, though...well. She's a different story. When Mary tries to trip her, Acacia just plants her feet, stands her ground. The proverbial immovable object, resisting the other woman's efforts to redirect her. And when Mary reaches for that armlock - something destined -not to happen-, Acacia whirls, blasting her rigid forearm into Mary's midsection. Chi-renforced muscle slamming into her gut.
Alas! This happened to be quite a risky maneuver that Mary pulled out there. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem she'll have to luxury to grant Acacia a finisher that'll be as 'classy' and not painful.. That simply means that, after she gets knocked back due to the strong smack of Acacia's forearm, she'll have to resort to something much more brutal.
Mary lets out a growl and she uses her last remaining strength to rush Acaia back and forth and hit her rapidly with a flurry of fists, kicks, elbow and knees to her body as she tries to run past her back and forth through all of this.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Acacia counters Splash Rose from BlueMary with Unyielding Stance.
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
But...no.
This is Gedo. Acacia might not see eye to eye with many of the school's denizens. Rarely, in fact. But she -chose- to come here. She -chose- this place. And this is her home ground.
She -will not lose-.
Not today.
And this time, at least, fate is with her. She narrows her eyes, she sets herself. Answering Mary's growl with an expression of stony silence.
Her chi still flows through her body, strengthening her lean frame, gifting her with power and durability beyond her stature...but even that pales in comparison to Acacia's -real- trump card. Her sheer unadulterated /bloody mindedness/.
She meets the storm of blows head on. The two fighters colliding in a blur almost too quick for the crowd to follow. A kick crashes into Acacia's blocking forearm. A punch slams into her face - but completely fails to snap her head around. Another finds her ribs, but it's like hitting a brick wall. Blow by blow, she rides out the storm. Until finally, the two fighters are left standing...
...Mary's final punch -caught- by Acacia's slender hand, her fingers closed round the other woman's wrist.
Acacia releases a held breath, eyes closing. And lets go.
COMBATSYS: Acacia has ended the fight here.
Much like Acacia, Mary is left panting by the end of this. Mary closes her eyes and she bites her lips. "Huh..." Once her wrist is fred, Mary takes a step back and she gives Acacia a slow nod of her head. A silent conceding of victory it would seem. In the end, Acacia managed to last longer than Mary herself could.
There are not much more to say here -- Acacia and Mary both have this in common at least, they aren't really talkative. It seems that things are done here and between the two of them, the victor's obvious. Mary lowers her gaze momentarily, only to bring one hand up to brush off a few blond locks of hair away and swipe off some sweat from her temple.
They're done here -- and since they're done, Mary sees no reason in staying around. She turns around on her heels and she simply walks away from Acacia.
Acacia watches Mary go, her eyes leveled at the woman's back. Then she turns, directing a look at the Neo League referee.
A part of her mind registers the man announcing her as the winner, and the subsequent victory cries from her schoolmates. But such things...aren't important to Acacia.
Knowing that she won, that's enough.
And, Acacia muses, as she flexes her fingers, that it was close.
She's gotten better...but she's still got a way to go.
Acacia clenches her fist, then turns on a heel, heading down the hallway, pushing past the crowd. She barely acknowledges her classmates, giving only a few nods, a murmured word or two.
Log created by Acacia, and last modified on 18:39:50 03/06/2006.