Neo League 376 - #392: Marisol vs Ryuujin

Description: [OOC] Marisol says, "I BET KOBUN WILL ENJOY EDITING THIS LOG" (Winner: Ryuujin)



Neo League; One of the more interesting innovations to Ryuujin, who has taken the time after his admittedly impressive performance in the Red Arena to spread the word that he is taking anyone who wishes to first-hand experience Onryudo and the greatness of his sensei's dojo. This happens to be a very open invitation, enough that anyone who merely wished a scuffle could throw a hat into the ring in the circuit. And it seems that someone has opted to, although the location is... unusual. The very roof of the school Marisol attends has a makeshift ring added, a simple thirty foot circle. The cameras are set up, although Ryuujin himself is settled in the middle, in his standard cross-legged and almost meditative position. He's been here since they were still finishing putting it together, likely before the other girl arrives by some margin. He's observed what little she's displayed on tape so far and investigated beyond in the few hours prior. A fairly straightforward intuitive style based on innate skill and brute force with virulent chi manifestation. Mayhaps generic by Ryuujin's taste, but still a worthy opponent.
When she arrives he would slowly stand, offering a formal bow as the long ponytail swishes over one shoulder, bladed sun-like ring dangling ominously. "Ah. Marisol-kun. I'm pleased you have accepted my challenge. I've researched your history; You have a large amount of talent." Pausing, his expression completely neutral, an addendum is offered. "And you are rather markedly more attractive in person." This might be less creepy if he had /any/ hint of flirtation or innuendo, but it seems to just be an observation. ...If an unusual one. But he languidly flows into a combative stance, aggressive in positioning even if the rest of him isn't. Fingers splay apart, and his body ripples with carefully tailored tension. "I will offer you the first move..."

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has started a fight here.

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Ryuujin          0/-------/-------|


COMBATSYS: Ryuujin takes no action.

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Ryuujin          0/-------/-------|


To some, the Neo League is a grand opportunity to meet other fighters of varying caliber and test their talents against them. For others, it's a chance to fight and improve, to push themselves against other combatants from all walks of life and practices. Some see it merely as a chance to beat the crap out of others and get public recognition for it.

Marisol O'Connell is likely a believer in a mix of the last two concepts.

Her arrival is a good fifteen minutes after things have been set up, likely to the dismay of the League crew, as well as the patiently-waiting opponent she has to face. Stepping onto the roof via a door situated at the far north end of the stretch of rooftop, the Pacific High student emerges with a particularly bored, half-lidded expression on her face. Though she is a student here, it would seem today she favors her own style of "uniform," rather than the stuffy dress jacket and stifling business skirt affair.

"It's stupidly hot," she complains aloud, idly waving a hand at her neck and face as she steps forwards. Though she is approached by the League coordinators, she seems more intent on simply walking past them, chin aloft and gray eyes drawn to a close.

"M-miss, please sign this waiver before we begin!" a man insists, waving a clipboard at her face. Full pink lips pull into a swift frown, a solitary eye snapping open. Lifting a tape-up hand, she presses her palm against his chest and gives a shove before lifting said hand up a bit above her shoulder. Arrogant, she waves it about in a positively dismissive fashion. A few crew members frown.

"I don't need to fill out any paperwork," she insists in return as she lowers her gaze, focusing her smoky grays on the man opposite of her. Sizing him up quietly, full lips pull into a line across her face, brows furrowed slightly as he approaches her and ultimately speaks after a formal bow. Sadly, it isn't returned. Can she be blamed? She IS a foreigner, after all.

A hand waves. "Drop the honorifics," she states, lips pulled into a light smirk. "And it would seem one of us has some free time. You'll have to forgive me if I know nothing of you. I AM a student, after all." The grin widens a bit at the compliment, however, gray eyes hooding in amusement. Flattery?

"My, my, my! You're just a fount of compliments!" Long arms fold easily across her torso, her head tilting to one side as she studies him with her half-lidded gaze. "Am I mistaken when I presume you're a humble sort?" The motion is brief; a moment later, those arms drop, elbows crooking as she eases up into a comfortable and rather casual boxer-like stance.

"If so, it must mean you're going to be worth my time. Right?"

Marisol's grin splits widely across her face.

"VERY WELL!" she exclaims, jerking to life with her pleated skirt fluttering like a shivering leaf. An arm tenses and drops low as she nears, knees bending lightly as she closes in, to deliver unto his jaw an uppercut with her right arm. "Let's begin!"

COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.

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Marisol          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Ryuujin


COMBATSYS: Ryuujin blocks Marisol's Medium Punch.

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Marisol          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Ryuujin


There are few people who have more patience then Ryuujin, and Marisol's tardiness hasn't so much as marred his features. He retains the same poise of high etiquette and friendly statements regardless. Mild intrigue at her own particular mannerisms. Having been bred and raised in an environment that fosters and promotes discipline and obedience -- if you are lucky and do not have shattering brainwashing and implants -- it's the first real encounter he's had of the conceptual 'rebel'. Interesting.
"I am not insulted. I am a new practitioner; This is my second fight." Public, one would assume, given his level of skill displayed. Such being genuine is the real truth, ergo. Eyebrows raise slightly, as if considering his statement. "Well, I believe it is better to comment on positives then negatives. Many people dislike hearing the latter, even if both can help you grow..." Taking her comment a bit too seriously, and not responding to how humble he might be. Which is 'very'. That much can be easily inferred, and is likely reliably confirmed by a lack of response then if had he admitted such.
As she shifts forward, his response is remarkably simple as well. He simply leans himself backwards, the uppercut gliding across his exposed chest, and with a forward heave of his body actually diverting the fist at the end. His face is only nicked as a result, and the overall damage almost nothing. Not many people can nullify assaults without interposing forearms, so that much is likely unique if nothing else. "As you wish..."
Flexing his right hand, Ryuujin's response is remarkably straightforward. He suddenly snaps it down, arcing through the air and attempting to strike the other girl in her shoulder. The fingers would dig into flesh, trying to rake sharply down and end across her stomach. He's not being particularly sensitive to the whole 'female' thing, however, but the intent is more to break her guard then the potential shredding of her shirt that might follow. He almost melts into a defensive stance in the same motion, turning his body to present a smaller profile and lifting one steel-guarded forearm before his face.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Marisol with Fafnir's Claw.
- Power hit! -

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Marisol          0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0          Ryuujin


"‘New?'" she replies, tilting her head gently to one side. Gray eyes seem mildly thoughtful, well-hidden beneath a glaze of anticipation for the fight. There's little else on her mind which concerns her, after all. Still, she attempts to remain relatively civil throughout. It's the polite thing to do, and the half-Spaniard isn't entirely devoid of them, "conceptual rebel" or no.

Her grin widens a bit. "You're a nice guy. That's kind of weird to see, coming from someone who came here to punch a girl." Drawing her eyes to a close, a breath slips past her lips, shoulders shrugging idly, almost helplessly. "But it cannot be helped! Your flattery is accepted. It's good to see someone notices my strong points." Unlike Ryuujin, it's likely she is not humble.

The moment Marisol takes first action, the cameramen begin recording. Lashing out, the redhead's tight fist simply grazes him, causing gray eyes to narrow gently in response. Planting a sneaker down firmly, the young woman takes a step back, arms settling back into that same, casual stance. Here he comes, and the redhead seems ready.

In fact, she seems to brace herself and lift a foot, as if to take his attack head-on. Unfortunately, this idea was better in her head than in execution; claw-like fingers cut into her shoulder and rake down, a glorious swath of red following in his hand's wake. Also unfortunate are the four shred marks that cut across her from shoulder to gut. That's the least of her concerns. Whatever he did, it hurt, evident by the wince that seizes her features. Teeth clench, a hiss escaping her lips.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side. Christ," she grumbles, lifting her opposite hand to press at her shoulder. "Oh...son of a...my shirt," Eyes go wide before she groans, rolling them up to the sky. "Couldn't you've waited at least until we'd been fighting a while?" she asks, gray depths falling back down, hooding as she studies the strange young man.

"That was a bit cheap, you know." And embarrassing, but that seems the least of her concerns. That, or she doesn't really care.

COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.

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Marisol          0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0          Ryuujin


There's little denying that Ryuujin is likeable, mostly due to his passive nature and subtle attitude. Although there's something 'off' about him, it's mostly an underlying quirk, some peculiar tinge to all his actions. Mayhaps better compared to a person glazed, viewing things in wonder but not lacking in awareness. "I have no bias against the opposite sex. If you expected me to hold back you are wrong..." is mused further, which was probably proven irrefutably given the course of his attack. Deceptive speed, like a coiled viper, was ingrained with pinpoint precision and no lack of force. Such has been thoroughly displayed to Marisol already.
At the comment of the aesthetic effects, Ryuujin's gaze drop a moment before returning to meet her own grey eyes, shoulders lifting for just a moment in a shrug. "It does not bother me." is stated, as if the rest of the home viewing audience were irrelevant to a bit more visible flesh. Cheap? Not in his mind! It's a delicate area that in many cases is a large target!! Zero will probably have to ease him away from it, though. Being effective and being... ...something else is a fine line.
Her focus is noticed, and responded by a simple rush forward, attempting to get rather intimately close to the petite girl. One leg would attempt to twist about her own and hook behind the knee, vicious elbow-strike to the throat following to deposit her with a heavy thud upon her back. What might make this more painful is that he'd grab her wrist with his free hand, and the descent would add an awkward twist only accentuating the pain exploding through her limb. A brutal and complicated grapple, performed without issue. Whether it works is another matter!

COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Rapid Grapple from Ryuujin with Iron Butterfly.

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Marisol          0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0          Ryuujin


Perhaps unexpected is the laugh that suddenly bubbles out of the redhead. Lifting a hand to her forehead, the young woman just chuckles at his response, dark eyes shifting toward the horizon. Once she's content, full lips pull into a broad smirk. Gray eyes narrow a touch, her gaze stern beneath that veneer of amusement.

"You? Go easy on me? Don't make me laugh. If I was looking for an easy fight I'd beat up little kids. If I were concerned with bias, I wouldn't have joined the League." A chuckle escapes her, her hand dropping to her shoulder, to let long fingers idly toy with a lock of coppery red hair. "The shirt is replaceable. Feh! I was just teasing."

It also bought her some time, to plot her next attack.

"Ehh, whatever." A lazy but cautious shrug is delivered, her arms easing back into a stance as she holds her ground. Gray eyes never once leave Ryuujin as he stands there...which proves in her favor. His body tenses and he steps in, to make his move. Still, like before, Marisol holds her ground, though her arms drop to her side. One hand glows the faintest hint of yellow.

She lets him step in and lets that leg hook her knee. However, when his elbow digs against her throat she suddenly moves, swiping a hand up from her side, snaring that wrist, a burst of yellow erupts, growing in size rather swiftly - too swift to readily avoid. It continues to grow, enough to cocoon him inside its embrace. Marisol, however, steps back, giving him and his newfound prison space.

Then she smiles. Inside, the sphere suddenly jolts, the chi energy peaking. All around, spikes of chi erupt, pinching him within like an iron maiden. Just as soon as it peaks, however, the globe of yellow chi explodes, to knock him back, all while the remains of chi float up like ornate butterfly wings. Coincidence, or mere theatrics from Marisol?

The huge grin on her lips suggests the latter.

Her interception is not given much notice, until the flare of yellow catches his gaze. He didn't immediately attempt and retract, which means once it spreads it's rather too late for nullifying. Like water rippling over his body? It seems he's still able to move, if barely, which is impressive -- shifting to look to either hand, before the sudden compression causes teeth to grit, and the detonation consumes him. But he stiffened his muscles and managed to solidify his stance, and Marisol might find him to remain far closer then anticipated, even if he's obviously wounded by her strike. The butterflies actually draw a smile, fleeting but genuine. "If you had time to develop chi butterflies, maybe you should of invested it instead in making that assault more damaging." This is teasing, likely the 'negative' statement prior mentioned.
And then he moves. He goes from zero to full speed in a heartbeat, right hand thrusting out and aiming to grip Marisol by the throat. She'd be hefted into the air thereafter as his fingers dig into windpipe and thumb into jugular, severely interfering with both her ability to breath and the very flow of blood to her head. This would be sustained just long enough to stun her, before brutally attempting to slam her face-first upon the roof. It certainly lacked any comparative piz-azz. His ponytail sways behind, remaining close with stance defiant. And fearless, apparently.

COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Ryuujin's Leviathan's Grasp.

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Marisol          0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Ryuujin


When the last of the chi energies has vanished, Marisol's eyes flicker back down, settling on the young man across from her. Still do her lips remain poised in a smirk, eyes hooded, but by no means spiteful; if anything, it is a neutral, almost lazy expression at best. Pausing a moment, a hand waves about yet again, her head tossing to one side. The redhead scoffs, brows knitting.

"Feh, don't be so cocky," she chides, though it's likely she should take her own advice.

The moment passes easily; her feet shift beneath her, arms rising up again as she again enters a stance. Patiently, she watches as the young man moves in swiftly, a hand jerking out to snare her by the throat. Initially, she's grabbed, and the pressure draws an obvious expression of discomfort across her face. But swift are her hands to move up; grabbing a thumb, she pulls it back with surprising strength and eases his grasp off of her, to give her a blessed moment to slip out. Coughing lightly, she idly rubs her throat.

Then, once again, her lips pull into a huge smirk. She says nothing; instead, she moves forward, crouching briefly to spring up and attempt to clip the underneath of his chin with the toe of her shoe as she snaps her leg out...

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin dodges Marisol's Red Clover.

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Marisol          0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Ryuujin


"I'm not cocky." The defense is lazy and somewhat mildly put. Merely flat fact presented without flourish or emotional context. He knows he's quite the opposite, which is one of the reasons he's almost impossible to goad. Confidence in your own abilities and mental state has many perks, after all. And as she maneuvers forward, arcing up for a kick, there's a simple lean backwards. From her vantage point he didn't seem to particularly evade, but were she to follow through with the initial kick there would be no contact. Immediately he responds, flowing forward and attempting to lightly hook her by the throat with an elbow once Marisol lands, trying to kick out her feet and deposit her heavily upon the ground. Only for his free hand to shoot out with piston-like speed, trying to hit her in the solar plexus and knock all the air out of her body even as an explosion of pain accompanies it. "Hiyah!" The motion itself is rather beautiful in actuality, compared to some of the more savage attacks. Which happens to be his own touch, rather then Zero's. Refinement of an art...

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Marisol with Great Wyrm.

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Marisol          1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0          Ryuujin


"Someone's being modest again!" the girl chides, shoulders squaring before she pushes off her back foot and ultimately into action. Leaping up and outward, her leg swings up, skirt flapping along with the tattered remains of one half of her shirt as she attempts to clip his jaw. Again, however, he just avoids her outright. Lips pull into a sour frown. The expression is brief, however.

She lands in front of her before she attempts to push off and back. But he too reacts - hooked by the neck, she's dropped off her feet and slammed into the ground. Adding insult to injury, his palm slams her solar plexus, causing the redhead to expunge almost all of the air in her lunges. Though, perhaps, others could appreciate its "beauty," Marisol is just irritated.

Peeling herself off the rooftop, Marisol sports a huge smirk, eyes widened. She says nothing; again she jerks into motion, a taped fist rising from her side, tight as she approaches. It swings out at a downward angle, to strike his face. But it doesn't end; the other fist at her side swings out in a hook at his jaw. Both will drop, coiled at her side before she twists her body at an angle, to slam both fists straight into his torso, accompanied with a burst of yellow chi.

COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Ryuujin with El Matador.

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Marisol          1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0          Ryuujin


Completing the assault, Ryuujin slips back to his feet immediately thereafter, making sure to constantly face her. But her speed seems to be the ticket, as an attempted swish backwards ends in a crack across the face, momentarily stunning him. The follow-up ensemble staggers him backwards amidst the pulse of yellow light, skidding away a meter. An expression of pain, thin black bangs dancing before his features, and again that smile. "Hmm." Contemplative to say the least, he shifts forward once more, before suddenly feinting to the side. The aim is to get behind Marisol, and snap both arms beneath her own. If it succeeded he'd interlace the fingers behind her neck and try to force her to arc backwards vulnerably, applying incredible pressure before ending it with a brutal knee towards her back, to hopefully send her rolling away. "You truly are talented. I envy those who can use that energy; It is something forever beyond my grasp..."

COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Combo Grapple from Ryuujin with Shoot the Moon.

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Marisol          0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1          Ryuujin


Recovering, Marisol bursts into action again, lashing out with a threefold combo that ultimately ends with a blast of chi that sends him staggering back, giving her much-needed distance, however brief it might be. Needed, because she currently struggles for breath, shoulders rising and falling heavily as she stands her ground.

Though for all the pain she's taken, and for all the pain she's given, she's not upset. Winded, yes. A little tired? Perhaps. But she's enjoying herself. She's enjoying having to be pushed to her limits, to give a bit more effort than usual. The huge smirk that lingers perpetually on her face - and only seems to widen as time passes - is evidence enough.

Eyes are alert now, watching all his movements. He blurs into motion rather swiftly, feinting to one side - and she allows it. Momentarily snared, pearly whites grit as she grin. "That so?" she asks. "A p-pity!" It might seem hopeless, but with a sudden jerk and twist the girl frees herself...and using such close proximity, suddenly kneels in a harsh motion, a fist raising before she slams it into the earth at his feet.

"Here. HAVE SOME," she cries, letting the ground all but erupt with energy, a glorious blast of yellow chi - as well as the ground itself - break free and send him flying up into the sky.

Well, Marisol must have greased blood, given how adept she is at slithering away from his embraces. There's a frown as she utilizes the split second before raw force would only cause her to be further damaged as opposed to help escape, and the eruption of energy at his feet consumes him, indeed sending him skywards as the rooftop trembles. Collateral damage, anyone? Descending almost lazily, Ryuujin hits the ground on his back, contemplating the turn of the combat. He's disoriented and in pain, but it's a simple deduction to figure Marisol is not entirely better off. Pushing to his feet, he rushes forward once more, unperturbed. "I'm sorry I cannot return the favor..." He attempts to grapple her wrist, and twist it to double the other girl over before trying to sweep her off her feet. She'd end up literally flipping rapidly and landing in an awkward position, were it to succeed. Almost teasing, even if the inertia control is still phenomenal. "...But I am far from defeated just yet."

COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Ryuujin's Quick Throw.

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Marisol          0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1          Ryuujin


Slowly but surely, Marisol rises from the kneeling position, looking still pretty worse for wear. Likely the effort knocked a great deal of energy from her, evident still by the labored breaths she takes, looking a lot like a fish out of water for a moment's time. Still, even still, she continues to grin. Collateral damage? Who cares!? Clearly not the redhead.

"It's...okay," she assures, arms slowly rising from her sides, held up before her in a stance once more. Still grinning, she adds, "‘sides, you make up for your loss elsewhere." Was that a compliment? Perhaps. Not that it matters. He comes at her once more.

Frowning lightly, the girl intercepts his wrist with her palm, striking it to divert it from its path. Slippery still, she weaves aside thereafter, to maneuver herself behind him and give herself a moment's time, to catch her breath. "Yeah, yeah," she grumbles in response, bending at the waist with her hands on her knees. "I know, you don't have to tell me twice." A little sore? Maybe.

COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.

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Marisol          0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1          Ryuujin


"Mmm?" The compliment appears to be accepted evenly enough, as she once more slips free. Well, he's played around a little bit. Giving her opportunities to take advantage of. But such might be frowned upon were such to lead to an actual loss; Being distracted might bring Zero's displease. Somewhat unhappily, the pleasure leaves to a more stoic mask, as he spreads his fingers apart and ripples with preparation. And then he rushes forward, shooting like a comet as both arms snap out, this time assaulting nerve clusters upon her torso. Trying to stagger her, as her entire body would be wrought with pain. And he'd whirl around in the same motion, unleashing a devastating sidekick with every ounce of his force. The impact is phenomenal if pulled off, and might send the poor girl flying backwards. This is one of his greater techniques; With any luck it might shift the battle completely to his side.

COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Ryuujin's Dragon's Fang.

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Marisol          0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1          Ryuujin


Ah, finally. A breath.

Still bent at the waist, Marisol just breathes and breathes, cherishing every bit she can manage in her short downtime. It's enough to revitalize her, to give her the encouragement to persevere just a bit longer. Grinning still, the redhead lifts her eyes from the rooftop, letting them settle on her opponent, whose demeanor seems to change. Eyes narrow a touch, observing him closely.

He rushes in, and Marisol holds her ground. She allows herself to be snared, wincing visibly in response as she's staggered before he snaps a leg out and causes the girl to skid back, white sneakers skidding across the rooftop. Somehow, she's held up through that. And somehow she's still grinning as wide as ever. Oh, it hurt. A lot, in fact.

But she's not quite finished. Not yet. Turning her head to the side, she spits, faint traces of blood staining the rooftop.

"That was good," she states. Hands coil tightly, knuckles white. Then she moves, dashing forward before she suddenly lifts a leg up, thigh against body before she thrusts it forward, to deliver a swift kick right at his stomach.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin just-defends Marisol's Medium Kick!

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Marisol          0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1          Ryuujin


"I apologize that I have to end it now." Ryuujin states, and does seem to be serious. "But this is a league fight, and my sensei would not appreciate me cutting any corners. The message of Onryudo is more important then my pleasure." The latter of which he's appeared to have had until this point. Shifting his stance, his eyes narrow further before his entire body clenches at the exact moment of impact. She hits, but it would be like striking unrelenting stone, his entire body spasming like a tuning fork. Cracks actually appear on the ground beneath his exposed feet, where the majority of kinetic force was funneled; Some method of body control to an extent that he can completely nullify damage? Good to know, if moreso in the past then the present.
And then he maneuvers forward, swiftly bringing down a shoulder in an attempt to strike into Marisol's face, and send her stumbling a moment backwards. That should suffice for him to then finish this conflict...

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Marisol with Bahamut's Fury.

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Marisol          1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0          Ryuujin


Subtly, Ryuujin pivots, and unleashes six vicious stikes with his right leg. Every single one impacts a vital nerve location, piercing through like bolts of buring fire until her entire body might be saturated. Twisting around, a half-heartbeat passes. His left leg then flows out, six further strikes impacting joints, in locations intended to dislocate and shatter. Both knees from the side, the elbows, and devastating hits to both shoulders. What might be peculiar is how little the force moved Marisol; She'd feel it, but not be knocked back even an inch as it all saturates her entire form rather then blowing her away. And then he flows intimately close, whispering a single word. "Apologies." One knee erupts upwards, hitting the schoolgirl in the stomach and sending her barely a meter in the air. His leg then shoots overhead, showing a startling flexibility -- before the heel arcs down, hits Marisol right in the center of her spine while she's still ascending, and forcedly deposits her back on the ceiling.

"Ehh, whatever."

Her reply is short and relatively curt. At this point she's well-aware she's already pushed her body further than necessary, and she's just barely able to keep up this song and dance much longer. Though she had a moment of reprieve, to catch her breath, it was little comfort, but enough to get her through. Grinning, she narrows her eyes before she moves, lashing a leg out, but having minimal effect.

Eyes narrow dangerously. "Jerk," she grunts.

Then, bam. Shoulderchecked in the face, Marisol staggers back, nose bleeding as she lifts a hand to desperately nurse it. Kicked repeatedly and otherwise stunned, the redhead remains strangely quiet, not a yelp or cry escaping her. Even when the other leg kicks and dislocates a shoulder, causing her to jolt, she remains quiet. Instead, she stands, barely coherent. Even his words fall upon deaf ears; instead, she's kneed, sent flying before she's struck in the back and reintroduced to the ground. Again.

For a moment, the girl remains perfectly still, save for breathing. The only movement from her is a hand as it reaches out, a fingertip rising slowly. Bloodied lips pull into the faintest of smirks. "I'm...going to kick your ass...so hard...next time," she promises.

That finger descends, the ground opening up chaotically in the wake of her motion once more. Whether it hits does not matter; the girl is out cold thereafter.

COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.

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Ryuujin          0/-------/-------|


COMBATSYS: Ryuujin blocks Marisol's Shoot the Moon.

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Ryuujin          0/-------/-----==|


Anticipating such an assault, there's little difficulty in Ryuujin merely bracing his forearms before his face as the ground erupts, and this time riding the wave; He's airborne mostly by choice, minimizing the destructive effect of the chi. He lands in a crouch nearby, sizzled and scorched but by no means defeated. She's surprisingly aggressive for her size, doubtlessly. But he has won, brushing his pants fastidiously a moment before bowing towards the unconscious opponent. "We will see." is his only response, shifting away thereafter and walking towards the exit. He's managed his win, if not by a significant margin. But he has a nagging feeling that's not the last time he's going to run into the 'surprisingly attractive' redhead in his newfound illustrious career.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:23:15 05/03/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 09:24:52 05/12/2007.