Description: While on a stroll, Pacific Resisitance's Luc and Marisol happen across Gedo's Guardian Kings minding their own business. In typical P.R. fashion, stereotypes are slung, followed by fists flying and bloodshed. Because Tenma has a really gross power.
Who hangs around near their school on the weekends? Well, if you happen to be like Tenma Kiryuu and live in the area as well... Then you would, too. He's managed to get out of the flat at least, fleeing from his crazy grandfather and his crazy grandfather training, and now he's doing what teenagers do best: Hanging out. Leaning up against one of the graffiti'd walls along Gedo Street, not far from the building he lives in, Tenma is wearing pretty unremarkable street clothes rather than his old school's uniform - like he'd wear Gedo's uniform if he doesn't have to - and in his hand he has a can of Chou! Lemony Iced Tea. It is, predictably, delicious.
Of course, he's also got his usual cloth-wrapped bundle leaning up against the wall right beside him, since he never goes anywhere without that little item. "Hmph... Never thought I'd actually miss there being classes," he says, towards the other person who's presumably also there, Hakuya. "'least then there was somethin' to do. Maybe we should go to the arcade, or find somebody to fight, eh, Hakuya?" It's been a lazy, lazy Sunday.
A lazy, lazy Sunday indeed. Not a thing to do. Even his 'older sister' had been out most of the day, giving him no one to even talk to. Or in Saeko's case, getting yelled at. Even that would've been preferable, though, to just sitting there. Sumiya Saeko, however, the caretaker his family had given him to, was out, as said before. But of course this 'out' was a major hang over, and he had been kicked out of the house for making too much noise. Which was hilarity of its own, since he didn't make any noise, but that's his 'neesan for you.
So thus, he was here, crouched down, sipping from a box of strawberry milk, looking stoic and passive as he usually does. He, too, is in casual clothes, his arms covered up entirely, hoodie even drawn up over his head, indicating some kind of psuedo-rest mode. When spoken to, the Suigetsu heir looks up to his friend, blinking a bit. Rather than answering right away, he shrugs his shoulders, either unsure of how to answer, or just didn't care either way. It most likely meant he would've preferred either - Tenma had shown him the path of being able to enjoy fights that weren't life or death. "Arcade might be easier. Not a lot of others around here good enough." Not to say he was egotistical... it was just true.
Gedo Street has another name. It's called .Trash Street' to some of the more prestigious kids attending other schools throughout Southtown. From Seijyun to Justice, Gedo's reputation truly precedes it. The guys there are as notorious as the few girls brave enough to attend its less-than hallowed halls. Smart people avoid this place as if it were the plague or Hell itself.
Then you have people like Marisol O'Connell.
Sporting a khaki skirt and soft robin's egg blue tank top, she saunters casually along with her arms lifted behind her head, crooked and comfortably lingering there. Shock white tennis shoes idly thud against the aged concrete, a languid stride employed as she moves quite comfortably along. If the graffiti is meant to potentially frighten off outsiders, the gray-eyed half-Spaniard seems oblivious to it.
"Hey, Luc," the girl idly remarks, lifting her head at an angle over one shoulder. Shooting her gaze back and toward him, that single, visible eye of hers narrows. They are within earshot of Tenma and Hakuya, and as they draw near, the girl's pacing seems to slow.
Full pink-hued lips pull into a wide, toothy grin. "And here I was thinkin' today was going to be boring." Turning her head forward, gray eyes fix on the pair before they hood considerably - almost dangerously. A hand lifts up from her side, long digits curling, coaxing the guy in tow to come forward.
"Hey," she calls out to the pair. "Shouldn't you Gedo rejects be doing something productive, like holding up a convenience store, or painting graffiti? Standing around like this? What are you two, respectable students or somethin'?"
"Goddammit," The curse is uttered with a spit from Luc Schroedinger as he watches a pair of teens -- Gedo students or just gang members, he can never really tell the difference -- start running away from him, one of them sporting a rather busted lip and an unpleasant-looking limp as he runs. Hands shove deep into Luc's pockets as he watches, a look of disgust evident on his features.
"Everyone here fights like a damn gimp." Luc, as ever, a master of eloquence.
That was several minutes ago. He doesn't really know why he's here, other than the fact that Marisol managed to drag him down into Southtown's shitter. A little part of him was hoping that maybe, in the ghetto, there'd be some people that could fight without worrying about breaking a nail or ruining their fancy little hairdos. He's, since then, found himself to be very disappointed. Everyone he's picked fights with has tried to pull knives on him or run away or, usually, both. It's led to a rather angry looking German that lingers behind Marisol, looking towards the sky with a bland expression. Until--
--Until, the Irish Spaniard speaks. Bored eyes roll over to stare at Marisol as she beckons him over, a frown creasing over his lips. "What?" He can't think of a witty insult to accompany his questioning, and so begrudgingly does he follow the red head, head bowed and hands deep into his pockets. It isn't until he actually reaches where Marisol stands that he actually looks up... and right at the pair that O'Connel looks at. He pauses. He blinks. He stares.
"... What the hell?" Slowly, Luc lifts a hand to his head, rubbing his neck irritably. "You brought me over here to play Stare at the Hobos? I have better things to do than make fun of some homeless retards!" He's not quite getting that these two are fighters yet. Don't worry. It'll come to him soon.
"Think so? Probably pretty crowded today, but eh... Guess it's better'n nothin'." That said, Tenma starts to move away from the wall, reaching down for his cloth bundle and taking a last sip of his drink, finishing it off. Mm, delicious. But then, there's... A girl here? Dressed in a way /most/ young women probably wouldn't were they to take a trip down Gedo Street, though the guy standing behind her is probably her bodyguard or boyfriend or something. "Hey look, Hakuya, it's some stuck-up thrillseeking bitch," the taller Gedo youth says, shouldering his cloth-covered weapon and generally acting as though Marisol didn't just speak to them.
At least, at first... Eventually his attention does turn towards Marisol and Luc, a smug grin crossing his face. "Listen, girlie, why don't you and your meathead boyfriend go back to wherever you crawled out of? I'm sure there's a great sale on some /totally cute/ shoes goin' on at the mall or somethin'. Now, buzz, we've got more interesting people to go deal with."
His eyes travelling over to the two walking up the street with stoic eyes, Hakuya notices the two and watches them with a kind of interest. They didn't look like they belonged here... and, well, while he wouldn't have made such a comment himself, Tenma sums it up more or less. Rising from his crouch, he continues to sip placidly at his strawberry milk as he turns to face the two, saying absolutely nothing as Tenma takes over and shouts the two of them down. Looking over the both of them, and taking into account what the two of them were saying, the Suigetsu heir gets it. The two were fighters... and from how they were talking, and how they were aged, no doubt ones from another school.
The two of the Gedites, however, make an odd pair. While Tenma hurls insults right back to the two, Hakuya just stands there next to him, sipping strawberry milk, looking as though, were a car to smash into another, an airplane crash on top of them, and then an earthquake opened up a sinkhole right here in front of him, he'd look exactly the same. Finally, though, he does talk, his voice soft-toned, but not quiet: "They're like us, Tenma. Though too quick to judge... when they're the ones who came here looking for trouble."
Though nothing but spiteful drivel escapes Tenma's lips, it would seem that his words have little to no effect on her. In fact, the redhead just lets her smirk slice wide across her tanned features, smoky eyes dancing with delight as she just stares at the pair of Gedo boys. "Did you hear that, Luc? I think they're trying to be funny," she chides, her gaze breaking only momentarily to shoot a glance toward her cohort.
But oh, joy of joys! Directly addressing the girl, her attention immediately snaps back onto Tenma, watching that smug grin closely. Already she begins to realize taking a shortcut through Gedo Street was the best idea to make an otherwise boring day a whole lot more FUN. Her arms drop rather slowly, falling to her sides before she rests them comfortably - and rather arrogantly - on her curvy hips.
"Ha ha ha, you're a real comedian!" she exclaims, before a hand lifts from her side. Jutting her hips to one side, she lifts the finger and idly taps her temple. "More interesting people? What then? More trailer trash for you to pal around with?" Briefly, her gaze flickers toward the guy in his hoodie, but the moment passes - she seems far more interested in Tenma. And the clothed...whatever on his shoulder, her grin widening.
"Oh, did I manage to interrupt a tender moment with you and your boyfriend? I'm SO sorry. Hey, Luc?" Her hands lift, curling into tight fists as she lifts them to jaw level, shoulders squaring. The ground around Marisol's feet whips up quite suddenly, red locks thrashing lightly about, all while soft yellow motes of energy dance along the ground at her ankles, rising lazily toward the sky before fading out of sight.
"I dunno about you, but I think I'm ready to break up the monotony of today with an ass-beating."
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Hakuya has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hakuya
COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Luc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Marisol gathers her will.
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Luc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Huh. Luc's irritated expression slowly begins to fade as Tenma speaks. Not really WHAT the other man says; he's not really listening to the words so much, because he can get the gist of it and further, doesn't really care if someone happens to call Marisol a bitch. He doesn't hang out around her because she needs his protection, he hangs out with her because she can stick up for herself. Instead, Luc focuses on two things: Tenma's tone... and that strange bundle he carries with him.
"What's that?" He begins, pointing at the Gedo student and whatever it is he carries. Hakuya is largely ignored; he's said nor done nothing of interest to Luc other than drink strawberry milk, which has to be one of the oddest combinations he's ever seen. Instead, Luc's green gaze focuses entirely on Tenma, even as winds of chi begin to whip around Marisol in a dramatic display. All else is ignored. "Everybody thinks they're sooo funny. So you two like to fight, huh...?" He speaks, though mainly to himself, his body tensing.
"Then SHOW ME HOW STRONG YOU ARE!" Roared out, Luc rips STRAIGHT past Marisol, making a path between himself and Tenma. It seems he's just as willing as his partner to start something here today, but rather than take the route of words, Schroedinger goes for one, very simple declaration of his intentions: his head rears back, and as he approaches Tenma, he SLAMS it down, forehead first, to deliver a single, ungodly strong headbutt straight into the other man's face.
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Tenma with Hellacious Headbutt.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
"Ohhh?" Tenma says, as much to Hakuya's declaration about the two foreigners as to what Marisol suddenly does. That piques his interest, which distracts him for just long enough that he /almost/ misses Luc coming his way. His eyes slide over to see the German, and he swings one hand up - the one with the bottle, unfortunately - in an attempt to stop the hit, which just results in his getting headbutted anyway, and the bottle he carries shatters, cutting his hand open.
Skidding back from that, Tenma laughs aloud, even though his face hurts like crazy; he unshoulders his cloth bundle, tugging the tie open with his teeth, then pulling it free with his uninjured hand to draw his bleeding one along the wooden practice sword. "Fine, you two girls want to play?" he wonders rhetorically, as his bokken starts to glow with a misty red aura. "Why don't you play with THIS!!" He swings the wooden sword down in an arc, and from that arc springs a crescent of bloody chi, hurtling at Luc.
Well, this was a fine mess. Really, Marisol's comments get to him just about as much as Tenma's comments got to her. Except, instead of a smirk, he just... sighs, and shrugs his shoulders a bit. It's true he liked fighting just to experience it, but he didn't care for needless fighting. And these two had 'needless' printed all over them. Surprisingly, as Marisol gets the motes over her, and Luc charges for the headbutt, and even when Tenma begins his own attack, Hakuya doesn't change his stance at all, it would seem. He keeps drinking his milk and standing passively by, looking between Marisol and Luc. Of course that's not -really- all he's doing, but he seems a little hesitant to get into the fight, as though if by doing so, he might hurt someone, or Tenma might get hurt. He himself get hurt? He doesn't care. But for now he'll just watch. For now... yeah, for now.
COMBATSYS: Hakuya focuses on his next action.
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Luc 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
It doesn't take much to get her cohort rearing to go for a fight. All it takes is a little provocation and encouragement, and he'll tear off like an unleashed hound close on a rabbit's heels. So it should come as no surprise when she stands there focusing on the energy which suddenly spikes around her that there is a wide, wolfish grin haunting her pink lips. Yes, this is the sort of way to spend a lazy afternoon.
Provoking people. Punching people. Fighting. Practicing.
Blurring into action, Luc doesn't disappoint the redhead. He crashes through poor Tenma's defenses, and the resounding causes her grin to widen considerably. "Ahaha! Too slow!" she cries. But when he takes his bloodied hand and puts it on his sword, well. ..that just warrants all sorts of strange looks. Then, chi. Blood-chi?
"Oh nasty," she complains, rolling her eyes, before she suddenly thrusts a finger forward, toward Luc. "Hey asshole! Don't let that loser beat you up, you hear me?! Or I swear to God you have to give me your lunch for a week!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol assists Luc.
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Luc 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Tenma's Dharmapala.
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Luc 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Tenma
CRASH. The sound is pleasant to Luc, one that makes a wide, unpleasant grin split his lips in the aftermath of his strike. Glass sprays in a display of glittering shards as they rain across the ground, just as Luc reels backwards... in time to see Tenma slowly withdraw a-- a--
"You fight with a TOY SWORD?" Bokken, whatever. It looks like something a ten year-old would use to play pirate out in the back yard. Luc laughs. He laughs loud, and he continues to laugh--
--Right about up until Marisol speaks. The laughter dies down immediately as Luc's head whips around to stare at her, almost wide-eyed. "Hey! Shut up and do something already instead of shooting flowers out of your ass! I'm not gonna lose to this dumbass, what are you thinking?!" The complaints last just long enough for Luc to turn his head in time to see Tenma attacking him. With his blood. The German squints for a moment, and then-- "What kind of emo freak /are/ you?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, he charges STRAIGHT through that crescent of chi. It burns and cuts, carving a thin gash through Luc's body and coating through part of his coat, but he doesn't seem to mind. It doesn't hinder him in his single-minded path, thrusting forward a single fist aimed /squarely/ for Tenma's sternum. "GRAAH!!" And, whatever that fist connects with, is followed by the sudden bloom of black-blue chi in a spherical burst, meant to send Tenma staggering back from the concussive force.
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Luc's Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Tenma
Well, at least Luc's idea of tactics is something Tenma can understand. He laughs a little as the German berserker comes on through his wave of blood, trying to punch him with fist and chi. Rather than let Luc get away with that, though, the 'toy sword' is used to block the punch, Tenma bracing the blade with his other hand. Some of the force gets through, enough to make him skid back an inch or two, but the bulk of the blow is quite surely stopped. "What the hell is 'emo', you ugly monkey?" he wonders, looking a bit perplexed.
"Hakuya! Stop just standin' there, this monkey's girlfriend is looking pretty lonely, and she's too flat-chested for me to play with!!" Tenma barks over at his friend, because what else are friends for if not foisting you off on some random chick? Meanwhile, he pushes off Luc with his blocking sword, raising it up and swinging the wooden blade across... Right at the side of Luc's neck. "Go die already!!"
Hakuya, in fact, was going to stop standing there. After all, it looked like the two of the foreigners had interest in largely fighting Tenma, not him. And considering his own hesitations to fight - if only to spare them some pain - he was fine with that. To a degree. He wouldn't really respect the two of they really did gang up on Tenma, but that was Gaijins for you - no honor. Finishing off the last of his milk, he tosses the carton away - which casually lands on a nearby street trashcan and slides in, barely, after bouncing around - and then looks between Luc and Marisol. Since Tenma was clearly having fun with Luc, he supposed the woman was his. Giving a heavy sigh, he calls over to Tenma, "You should be more considerate, Tenma!" Before he moves forward. Should Marisol not watch out, she'll be feeling Hakuya's legs as he slides a leg in, and then sweeps the back of the other fighter's legs out from under her, a hand pressing down onto her shoulder and pushing her in the opposite direction his legs sweep, to make the throw move that much faster, that much harder.
COMBATSYS: Hakuya successfully hits Marisol with Waning Dawn.
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Luc 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
Tenma's weapon is of little concern or interest to Marisol; right now, those gray eyes are fixed on her "teammate" and his progress with the strange Gedo student he squares off against. "You HEARD me," she exclaims. "You better not lose like an idiot to some guy throwing a fake sword with his blood all over it around! What, do I have to spell it out for you?" Pausing, those full lips pull into a line across her face, eyes narrowing before she curls her hand in a fist and cries, "I'm not shooting flowers out of my ass! I'm trying to keep your ass in line! Quit whining!"
And then he does. Though the attack is staved off, Marisol grins broadly. "That's what I'm talkin' about," she states quietly to herself, nodding her head slowly. But it stops quite suddenly when Tenma goes and makes a stupid remark. "G...girlfriend? Girlfriend? Ahahahahahaha--" Que record scratch. "WAIT--WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Clearly not everything rolls off her back.
Especially not insults about the chest.
"I'll fucking kick your ass!" she suddenly shouts - right before she's suddenly assaulted. Her legs swept out from under her, she goes tumbling quite uncomfortably forward, though somewhere in there she's mindful enough to pin her skirt in place. On the ground, on her back...she looks kind of pissed.
Then she's scrambling onto her feet, a hand rubbing at her rear. "Alright, you wanna play? I had no real qualms with you, but if you're going to do what your boyfriend tells you to like a good boy, then by all means..."
Pushing off her sneakers, Marisol plugs forward, swinging a fist in a downward hook toward Hakuya's face. It'll follow with a hook, before she pauses a beat and drops her arms to her side. Twisting her body slightly, she angles herself, to thrust both fists forward at his chest, the impact erupting with an explosion of chi.
"I'LL ENTERTAIN YOU!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Luc with Medium Strike.
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Luc 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
What's an emo? Luc almost snorts there, but doesn't deign to answer the other man; he should be able to figure it out well enough on his own, on his own time. Luc has other problems, like that blood-covered wooden blade swinging for him. He attempts to duck out of the way, but to no avail; the edge of the blade strikes him solidly in the neck, sending him staggering backwards with a sickening crack. But despite the pain of the blow... Luc grins in an extraordinarily pleased way, going with the momentum of the attack and literally leaping /backwards/ and away from Tenma.
"It's gonna take more than some stupid kiddy sword to put me down, you piece of crap!" Flinging /backwards/, Luc twists through the air so that he lands on a nearby wall, feet first. His legs bend at the knees, tensing his body before he literally launches off the wall like a rocket, extending one leg outward -- straight for Tenma, aiming to plant a single boot right in the man's face. If successful, black chi surges along the German's leg, before crackling into existance in the form of one solid lance of power to send Tenma shooting backwards and away.
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Tyrant Strike from Luc with Initial Breaker.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Tenma
Twisting with the force of his own strike, Tenma also seems quite pleased to have hit Luc good and hard, especially as the German keeps moving away. Good, he hopes Luc's stinky ass keeps leaving! Of course, it's not to be, as Luc vaults off the nearby wall and comes right back at Tenma, going for some kind of a kick. Quickly changing stances, Tenma pulls his sword-hand back, holding the blade horizontally, pointed at the oncoming Luc, and at the last moment he lashes out thrusting it forward...
But he misses, by scant inches, the chi-empowered wooden weapon brushing by Luc as Tenma gets booted in the head, the force of the blow sending him staggering and stumbling back. "Keh... You stupid monkey, why don't you learn how to hit hard before you start talking crap? I bet your girlfriend over there hits harder!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Hakuya with El Matador.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Tenma
Again, Hakuya isn't much disturbed by all what's going on around him. Insults flying left and right, punchings here and there... and if he seemed all that disturbed at himself for hitting a girl when she wasn't paying attention, it doesn't show. Nor even when she calls Tenma his 'boyfriend' - he just looks at her stoically, though not really unkindly. It's as if he expects all this, and just lets it roll off him. Takes things in stride, and all that. Lifting a hand, he motions towards Marisol, and doesn't need to wait that long for her to attack, which is exactly what he was going for. He -wanted- her to attack him.
Shifting his feet, he moves backwards from Marisol, not really trying to dodge the attack, but rather roll with the punch. That was his intention, anyway, but it doesn't really happen like that. He's socked, twice, causing him to grunt out a little, and then is caught, dead in the chest, with both exploding fists of chi, causing him to be knocked over, hitting the ground with a loud 'uhn!'. There's a pause, and he shakes his head, before calling over to Tenma: "She does!" in answer to the question he wasn't asked.
At the same time, however, he's pressing his palms flat to the ground, body bending, and one leg extending upwards to attempt to kick Marisol's jaw. The other foot then follows, but rather than trying to kick her, it swings around fully, and he pushes with his hands, lifting him off the ground, and sort of backwards handspringing back on his feet.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Hakuya's Light Kick.
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Grinning broadly, the redhead collects herself from the ground, a hand idly rubbing at her posterior in discomfort. "That kind of hurt a little," she remarks, brows knitting before she simply obliges and plugs forward and lashes out thrice. And all three hit quite soundly, the last blow intent on rocking poor Hakuya back with a burst of yellowy chi energy. "HAH!" she cries, recoiling from the attack and standing upright. Lifting a hand, Marisol rests it on a shoulder, rolling her head on her shoulders.
Lifting her head up, pink lips part, a breath inhaled. She's beginning to speak when... Well. Tenma has to keep opening his stupid mouth. Pausing momentarily, Marisol's head swivels sharply to the side, gray eyes hooding viciously as she shoots a glare right at Tenma.
"Shut the hell up, retard! He's NOT my BOYFRIEND!"
Then it's back to business as usual, gray eyes zipping back onto the strange, particularly quiet guy that keeps trying to hit her. She watches, even as he bends himself and extends his leg. Struck in the jaw, she jars a little. Then she frowns deeply.
Then she suddenly lurches forward as he lands from that handspring, attempting to plant a fist right into his gut. "C'mon! Can't you hit me harder than that!" she exclaims, sporting a huge grin.
It's pretty clear from the swing of Tenma's playtoy that he was going to actually have the gall to attack through Luc's flying kick; clearly, this isn't bound to succeed, and instead Luc presses a boot against the man's face painfully and pushes right /off/ him, landing cleanly on his feet as Tenma stumbles backwards. When the Pacific delinquent lands, he's frowning with irritation, lifting a hand to rub the inside of his right ear with his index finger. Tenma's words are met with a scoff. "How about you start HITTING before you start talking crap? Geeze, you idiots thinking you're so damn cool..."
And then he leaps. It's a single, simple leap, with one hand extended to grasp at Tenma's face. If successful, he's bringing the bokken-using freak down with him in some sort of makeshift tackle, /slamming/ the Gedo boy's skull into the ground before channeling another charge of dark blue and violet chi /straight/ into the entirety of his body.
"And she's NOT MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU ASSHOLE!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Quick Throw from Luc with Head Breaker.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
The problem with that is this; Tenma doesn't feel like it, and /this/ time he's got a much better grasp on Luc's speed and rhythm. As Luc's hand grabs Tenma's face, the sword-wielding Gedo student's own free hand lances out to grab the German in turn, by the front of his shirt or whatever, and he lets himself be borne down to the ground... But at about that point, he takes control of the movement, pushing himself back up in what results in a headbutt of his own, returning the favour from earlier, forcing his way past Luc's hand with a loud grunt.
From there, he rolls back and tosses Luc into the nearest wall, judo throw style, using the roll to get on his feet again. "That a fact? Hey, Hakuya! Sounds like you got a chance with the snobby bitch then! Maybe you should ask her to a movie once we're done, eh?" In addition to just enjoying being a dick, Tenma is also demonstrating how little the match is straining him... Since he's so free to banter with his more stoic friend.
COMBATSYS: Hakuya interrupts Medium Punch from Marisol with Blind Crescent.
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Seems he just might be able to, in fact! His attention never wavers from the redheaded girl, even as she turns to shout at his more loud, rambunctuous friend. In any other situation, the phrase 'eyes only for her' might be romantic, but as it is, he's simply serious about fighting her. And maybe she isn't so serious about fighting him - which is entirely possible. Which could be why, when the young woman finally does act, aiming a well-placed punch to his stomach, the young man sees it coming, as though from a mile off. With a small 'hnn!' of concentration, the fist -does- impact against Hakuya's middle, but he doesn't seem to feel it at all. In fact, if anything, it's almost like he let Marisol come right for him.
No sooner does the punch land, than does Hakuya's gloved hand grab her wrist, and tug her forward more, practically against him. His other hand presses against her stomach, and then up and over she goes from the young man, being thrown almost expertly. He's not done, though, it seems, as the Suigetsu heir's body twists with the turn, and his foot lashes out, striking the Spanish-Irish girl in mid-air, sending her to the ground all the more painfully.
It's then that Tenma's comment reaches him, and he turns to look over his shoulder at the swordsman. Though he doesn't blush, his mouth is open slightly, and his eyes blink rapidly, as though surprised such a comment was made. Perhaps even bewildered. "I don't think I'm her type," is all he says, and then turns back to Marisol, adopting his fighting stance... save for one hand scratching at his cheek, still looking puzzled.
Luc's plight is of no real concern to Marisol right now. She's aware that he might have a bit of a handful with the bokken-wielding weirdo, but he chose him first, so that's his problem. Currently, however, she finds herself with a small dilemma. The redhead has this stoic weirdo friend of Tenma's to deal with, only because the blood-slinging freak decreed it.
But oh, he just can't seem to mind his own business, can he? Frowning again, the girl pauses briefly, eyes flickering aside. She gets ready to shout at Tenma as she slings a punch, but although it hits, the fact Hakuya didn't move was intentional. Snared, she's pulled in and offers the most bemused look ever before a hand slams against her stomach and throws her into the air! ...before she's shown the ground with his foot.
Scrambling to her feet once more, Marisol is looking a bit on the upset side, though her mouth is inexplicably pulled into a huge grin. "You girls need to spend less time talking to each other and more time focusing on your own fights!" she cries, before turning her attention rather intently back onto Hakuya. "Punch that weirdo in the mouth or somethin', Luc! I'm tired of hearing him try to pawn his boyfriend off on me!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
For Luc's part, the effect is similar to getting pin pricked over and over again. None of these attacks have particularly hurt or impressed Luc; the blood thing is just disgusting. But even so, Luc is rather successfully gripped, and then headbutted much like he had done to Tenma at the start of the fight. He's flung, but Tenma doesn't quite throw hard enough; midway through the launch, Luc recovers himself, twisting once more to spam hands and feet against the wall to absorb the impact before he falls down onto his feet in a crouch. "... hmph." So he actually managed to get past Luc's assault. The German supposes that is impressive enough.
Impressive, but not enough to keep Luc from pressing the assault. "Who the hell cares! You keep talking about stupid crap!" It's not so much that the match is straining HIM, but Luc puts himself entirely into a fight. He doesn't engage in stupid small talk when he could be doing something much better; punching his opponent in the face. Demonstrated quite easily by his next statement, delivered with a grumble: "Yeah, yeah -- I'll take care of him."
So, talk all Tenma wants, it seems that Luc charges forward right while Tenma is in the middle of his sentence. The German charges forward, intent on delivering a simple, brutal haymaker right towards Tenma, his fist blazing with black and violet power that will rupture explosively upon connecting. If successful, Luc is intent on following this up with a sudden, flipping kick aimed straight for the Gedo student's jaw. "START PAYING ATTENTION!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Tenma with Riot Revolver.
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So, okay, maybe Tenma shouldn't talk so much, huh? He gets hit with the exploding haymaker without even /trying/ to dodge it, and then caught with the flipping kick, the force of it knocking him back and away, hard, into the wall. Hoof, that wasn't fun. In fact, for a few moments it seems like that's enough to put the sword-wielding Gedo student away, quite a bit of dust kicked up by his impact... Enough to obscure his form entirely.
At least, that is, until he's suddenly rushing out of it at top speed, holding his bokken low and back. "Not bad, I guess you can hit hard when you try, eh monkey?!" Tenma says with a laugh, skidding as he gets closer and swinging his wooden sword forward, red energy glowing around it... Right between Luc's uprights. Hell yeah he fights dirty. "Go cry for a while!"
Hakuya may be stoic, but that's only because of his general attitude of 'actions speak louder than words.' He'll speak, sure, but only when there's something to be said. And at the moment, there's nothing to really say. The woman scrambles back up, and seems to be still mouthing off - just as much as Tenma is! As for the Suigetsu heir, he's still confused. Why would Tenma have said something like that? Until he finally shrugs, and offers a surprisingly cheerful smile to Marisol, saying, "Comedy, or action? I wouldn't mind if you dont."
Whether that's a feint or not, who knows? For as soon as he says it, he's sliding forward, hands seeking to grab Marisol by her hips, and then hoist her forward, towards him. If he's successful, he'll lift her up and over himself, and then fall backwards, tossing Marisol behind him roughly letting go in mid-air in order to let her fall free, while his own fall is somewhat more controlled, landing safely.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Strong Throw from Hakuya with Red Clover.
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Luc 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 1/-======/=======|=======\=------\1 Tenma
"Ha ha!" the girl laughs, as Luc's attack finds itself a new home right on Tenma's face. Grinning broadly, the redhead's gaze swiftly returns to Hakuya, the Gedo man of very few words. Confused or no, he now finds himself with Marisol's entire attention. "You really ought to find yourself better company. That blood-slinging swordsman friend of yours--" Lifting a hand, she jerks a thumb toward the other Gedo student. "--is really holdin' you back."
Then, what the..? He's actually trying to pull a date out of this? She doesn't really have time to consider it, however; a second later, he comes moving in, attempting to grab her by the hips - and grabbed she is! However, somewhere in there a leg of hers suddenly kicks out, harshly kicking the guy in his jaw, to get him to let her go. "Get bent!" she cries, landing on the ground before she lashes out three times: a blow to the abs, a following heel-palm his sternum before her other hand sweeps up and delivers a nice, harsh, chi-enhanced hook to his jaw, impact exploding and causing him to blast away.
"I have better ways of spending my free time! Like washing my hair"
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Tenma's Fierce Strike.
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Marisol 1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tenma
A shot to the balls? Oh, come on. Luc gets this all the time. And his response is the same, all the time. And what is his response this time? The same thing he always does.
He takes it like a man.
The weapon swings up, and Luc doesn't even do so much as move. It strikes him square between the legs, but all the German does is let out a little grunt... and then laugh. "God /DAMN/..." He begins, his right fist glowing with an intense blooming spiral of black and violet chi. "... HOW CAN YOU HIT SO SOFTLY?!" Whatever the effect of that hit, it isn't even remotely readily apparent on Luc's face. Instead, he rears his right fist back, and with a single, blood-curdling roar...
... SLAMS it into the ground.
This is what Tenma gets for his mighty ball shot. Four lines of glowing, violet power spread out in a cross-shape across the ground surrounding them. They glow with an almost eerie quiet for a moment... before each EXPLODES outward into a massive /wall/ of black and amethyst chi, swirling and pulsating with unnatural power and easily dwarfing Tenma in their sheer size. There's only a brief pause to look or admire, and then?
They start to rotate. Fast, spinning around Luc with increasing speed until they become a literal storm of chi, swirling around Luc rapidly and hoping to catch Tenma in the unrelenting barrage. Picked up, he'll be caught along the rapid cycle until the entire thing ruptures in a MASSIVE explosion, intent on sending Tenma /flying/ far, far back.
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Demiurge Trigger from Luc with Dead End Breaker.
- Power hit! -
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Luc 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Hakuya
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Marisol 1/-======/=======|===----\-------\0 Tenma
"Hah, stupid monkey," Tenma laughs when Luc /stands there and takes it/, sounding both impressed and highly entertained by the result. As for what comes next, well... That's more troublesome indeed. He can /feel/ how much chi is involved in that attack, and honestly it's not something he's looking forward to experiencing, but there comes a time when you just have to man up... And right after the guy you're fighting takes a hit to the balls like it ain't no thing is one of those times.
So, Tenma stands his ground to some extent, the initial eruptions of chi whirling and doing their thing, before exhaling slowly and then lashing out with his bokken, a single sharp cross-body attack to stun Luc before against the backdrop of the German's whirling energy he starts to punch and kick, a brief flurry of attacks ending with another headbutt - kids DO love those these days - timed for the exact moment Luc's energy field explodes and sends the Gedo brawler flying into a wall again with a painful grunt.
But then, Tenma starts getting to his feet, however much he might wobble on the way there, breathing raggedly but ready to keep fighting.
Wh-what? What'd he do to make her pissed off? He's made all the more confused as the girl seems completely against the idea, but nevertheless, for his troubles of asking her out on a date (what were those, anyway?) he gets knee'd to the jaw, forcing him to stagger back a bit. And that's not all, but he gets follow-up attacked, as well. Slams to his stomach, sternum, and and another hook to sends him sprawling, literally, right into a parked car on the side of the street. The car's alarm kicks up, and Hakuya is actually upside down, feet on the hood of the car, head near the tire. "Eh...?" he asks, looking a little dazed. He had no idea, it would seem, that he just got dumped.
In any case, he presses his feet against the car, and pushes himself forwards, tucking into a roll. He stands back up, and then swiftly changes position, to face Marisol. "...He's stronger than he looks," he says, and then is -about- to attack, when... well, Luc explodes parks of the street. It gives him a moment's pause, but he continues trying to push forward, ignoring both the massive explosion of chi, and the fact that Tenma seems to have been caught up in that - the swordsman, after all, was stronger than he looked. R-right? Yeah. Right.
Rushing forwards, he stops in front of Marisol, his hand drawing back for a punch, but rather than aim it to her torso, his front foot suddenly sticks out, and he semi-trips himself into a low stance, his palm striking out for her knee. He then rises quickly in a practiced movement to strike with his other palm at her chin in a rising uppercut, then following it through with a deftly executed flip kick to her head. Should all this go through, he's not finished yet: indeed, as he lands from his little acrobatic attack, he rushes forward, and with a cry of 'Haah!' he shoulder rushes her, slamming his shoulder into her torso.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Howling Harvest from Hakuya with Cloud Nine.
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Luc 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Hakuya
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Tenma
That'll teach him! There's an almost satisfied look on Marisol's tanned face as she watches Hakuya fly, landing rather uncomfortably upon a nearby car's hood, likely denting the automobile and potentially pissing off whoever owns it. Sucks for them! Marisol's just pleased she managed to punch the crap out of him and keep him from putting his hands on her. Lifting her hand, she idly rubs the other arm's wrist, eyes narrowed as she grins widely, watching the hoodie-wearing Gedoite.
What, he didn't follow her the first time? Marisol inhales. Eyes close. Lips part.
"I said--"
She's cut short. Why? Shit explodes. A huge, swirling vortex of chi erupts from behind, causing her hair to suddenly whip entirely in one direction. Blinking, Marisol swiftly turns her head, and observes the goings-on with a confused look on her face. She hadn't seen THAT before...and yet...that bastard...still manages to push through. "That jerk," she mumbles, gnawing idly on the corner of her lip. "I'm so going to punch that sword-waving asshole hard."
But first she has to deal with Hakuya. He comes rushing her, attempting to feint her with his punch. She doesn't really fall for it; instead, she lets those hands strike her knee, staggering her lightly. But she waits, biding her time, because the moment he comes rising up for an uppercut--
--there's a chi-encased fist swinging for his face. Striking him harshly, she doesn't relent; no, Marisol swings a hook to his jaw, then another hook before she kneels briefly. Giving herself leverage, the girl suddenly lifts herself, slamming the heel of her palm into his jaw. She kneels again, however, crouching even deeper than before, before she leaps up and flip-kicks the toe of her shoe into his jaw, to send him airborne.
"Here, special damn delivery, courtesy of my fist!" she exclaims, just before she leaps up to deliver a yellowy, flaming uppercut right for his stomach.
Well... that's not exactly expected. THen again, you rarely expect someone to power through an entire storm of chi to start hitting you over and over again. The truth is, the attacks don't really hurt; but considering Luc's been spending most of the match keeping his guard down and taking the full brunt of Tenma's attacks for funsies, it's just barely enough to put him down with the flurry of attacks. The headbutt sends Luc sprawling, reeling back and SLAMMING against the nearby wall. Blood flows down his lip, and for his part, Luc looks extremely unhappy. But to say he's completely done for would be a lie. After all...
... he has to take the dumb toy-sword wielding hobo down, first.
Luc doesn't pause for long. As soon as Tenma gets to his feet, he's already rushing towards the other man, leaping midway through. His right leg outstretched, he seeks out a single, simple jump-kick aimed straight for the Gedo boy's sternum -- his foot encased with a black lance of chi intent on striking Tenma with intense, explosive force. "GRAAAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Luc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Luc's Tyrant Strike.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Hakuya
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But this time, the kick hits Tenma's chi-empowered wooden sword rather than, you know, /him/. The force of it is still felt through the block, but the Gedo swordsman pushes back, throwing his jumpkicking opponent away. "Heh... Looks like that didn't go your way, huh?" Tenma wonders aloud, whether or not the German can actually hear him. This done, he rests the tip of his blade against the ground, using it to support himself because /damn/... He's just about out of steam over here himself. "Hey, Hakuya!" he calls over, as he takes the time to catch his breath. "You need any help over there?"
He's not just going to go and barge in, you know? That'd be /rude/.
COMBATSYS: Tenma gains composure.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Hakuya
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And again, he's interrupted. What was that, the second time? He's not quite sure, because of all the hits to his head. In fact, he's a touch dizzy. Maybe. The first fist hits his face, and he staggers, and is forced to stagger more as she keeps punching. Finally, for a change of pace, he's kicked up into the air, then sent crashing back down with a well placed punch to the stomach, causing him to cry out. He's still for a moment, and it's likely that anyone less than a Suigetsu heir would've went down right there. But instead, he climbs to his feet, coughing a little, and shakes his head a little. "No... I'm alright," he says to Tenma's question. And, as he rises, he's smiling again. But this time, rather than being cheerful, maybe even happy-go-lucky, it was a smile of... well, he was having fun, and was finally showing it. Marisol was a pretty good fighter, but apparently the both of them hadn't really brought their A-game out until the last seconds. Which was fine with him.
A slight pause is taken to catch a bit of breath, and then the athletic boy begins forward - in fact, he just utterly bursts into a full-tilt run, right for Marisol. Another 'Haaah!' is issued from him, and unless he's stopped, he'll clothesline her, in a familiar motion to Tenma, and curl his arm around the girl's middle. Racing forward, he'll cross the street, then slam her down into anything convenient - another parked car, the sidewalk, a pole, didn't matter. Before she's even taken over by gravity and made to slump down, however, he reaches over, grabs her, lifts her up again, and then tosses her back down in a powerbomb maneuver. Finally, he'll pick her up by the legs and run the other way, slamming her one final time into the very car he was knocked into earlier.
COMBATSYS: Hakuya successfully hits Marisol with Last Eclipse.
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"HEY!" the girl snaps, turning her head swiftly, glaring straight at Tenma. "Shut UP, you slacking coward! Look at you!" Tilting her head up, Marisol looks positively arrogant as she keeps her eyes on Tenma. "Sitting there, catchin' your breath." Gray eyes swivel back onto Hakuya. "See? I told you. He's holding you back." Turning her head to the side, she lets loose a soft "feh" before she glares back at Hakuya.
Then he comes, and it seems like she just can't swipe her hands out fast enough to brace herself against his clothesline. Struck, she's caught in his flurry of weird movements and blows before she's ultimately thrown like a ragdoll into that same car. The alarm sounds utterly awful before it just fails to sound, thoroughly destroyed.
Whoever owns it is going to be pissed. But not as pissed as Marisol.
Peeling herself off the hood, the girl sways and swaggers before she stops, shoulders squared as she hoods her gaze. For the moment she looks at no one in particular. Right now, she doesn't really seem coherent. A hand lifts, pressing against her head before she shakes it fiercely...then...
Charging forward, she seems intent on lifting a fist and punching Tenma. Or the ground at his feet, which suddenly explodes in chi and concrete, to catch him in it, buffet him around and send him soaring. "J-jackass!!"
Afterwards, however, she'll take a moment to try and catch her breath, offering a low, "Hey, Luc. Get the hell up."
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma Toughs Out Marisol's Shoot the Moon!
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And naturally, since Hakuya is enjoying himself, Tenma's not about to go and ruin that. He'll let the other Gedo boy dance with the crazy annoying chick, and do what appears to be a very good job of exactly that. "I know you're probably used to taking on two guys at once, but I figured since this ain't the same context I'd keep things fair!" he calls back to Marisol, who then gets most solidly hit by an attack Tenma remembers all too well. He even winces a little, in sympathy.
But then the strange girl gets back up and for some reason he can't fathom, comes after /him/. The attack that follows is pretty well telegraphed. Tenma sees it coming, but rather than try to get out of the way, he actually steps /into/ it, just to add some last insult to injury, taking the blast while it's still developing rather than eating the full, powerful force; as a result, he actually doesn't get blasted up into the air, though... It sure as hell hurts. "Pff, is that it?" he wonders, disappointedly. "Least your buddy was worth fighting." And, slinging his bokken over his shoulder, the red misty energy that surrounds it fading, he... Sits the hell down, because he's tired and battered! So much for going to the arcade.
On the upside, he can at least make it look like he's just settling in to watch the two Pacific punks scuttle away! "Next time you two are lookin' for trouble, why don't you try pickin' on someone your own size? I hear there's a daycare center not far from here..."
COMBATSYS: Tenma takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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Get up? Well... Luc isn't really down. Instead, he's just leaning against a wall, catching his breath. When he says someone doesn't hit him hard, he really means it; Tenma just BARELY struck him hard enough to knock the German out of the fight. Maybe Luc shouldn't have gone and taken all of the Gedo boy's attacks like a real man, but then... that's what makes a fight /fun/, isn't it?
Maybe next time around he'll fight a bit more sanely. Maybe. Probably not, though. As it stands, Luc is just barely brought beyond the brink of being able to fight, and it only takes a few moments of catching his breath before he can push himself off the wall with a snort, shaking his head. "How can I get up if I'm not even down, you dumbass? Maan, this is annoying. What the hell do you want?"
Rubbing his neck irritably, Luc's green eyes observe the remainder of the fight with something of a frown. He shoves his hands deep into his pants pockets, looking towards Marisol with an arched brow. "These guys're pretty tough, huh?" Luc can appreciate that. At least, he can appreciate the craziness of Tenma kicking his way through the entirety of Luc's storm of chi. That was impressive enough, even if the Gedo boy's strikes didn't quite satisfy the German. Maybe he's got something that'll hit harder up his sleeve, though...
Frowning in annoyance, Luc looks back towards Tenma, head tilting to the side. The other man's insults are discarded. He's heard them all before, and he hates it when people try to act tougher than they are. "... Next time we'll fight for real, got it, hobo?" Because hell if Luc is just going to leave it at this.
Hits inflicted, Hakuya was at the ready for anything else that the redheaded female fighter had in store for him. And no doubt there was a lot the girl could still do - as evident by when she gets up and attacks again. And attacks, uh, Tenma. Well, she -had- said she was going to hit him, and hit him she does, though perhaps not as satisfyingly as she had hoped. Even so, everyone seems pretty wound down, except for him, who is still relatively energetic, if not looking -entirely- all that good, himself. Dropping his guard, the Suigetsu heir smiles a bit, and then goes to sit by Tenma, arms resting on his knees. Watching the other two for a moment, he feels inclined to actually say something. Though Tenma and he had fought to a standstill, they had more or less beaten these two, if only by the skin of their teeth. But calling them 'strong' after beating them seemed like it'd be an insult. So thus, he goes for the next best thing, which was, for him, not saying anything. Instead, he just sits, looking between Tenma, Marisol and Luc, a soft, almost airy smile on his lips.
COMBATSYS: Hakuya has ended the fight here.
"Drop DEAD!" she cries at Tenma, getting in a word edgewise before things start to hurt. A lot. But she's not about to be knocked out by some goofy wrestling-like move. Oh no. She has a little fight left in her, to give her a needed "oomph" to do precisely what she promised herself she would do before. She will hit that bokken-wielding jerk, no matter what.
With one last burst of effort she punches the ground and allows it to geyser up, chunks of earth and concrete whipping every which way in the process before it simply stops. Marisol, on the other hand, takes a moment to breathe. "Man, do you ever - ever - shut up?" she mumbles, wondering aloud as hands rest on her knees, her body bent at the waist. He can try to make himself look all bad-ass as he likes. She's no fool, and likely, neither is his teammate, or even her own.
"No, I think I'll come back here, because you're the next step up from a day care," she replies, sporting a weak but toothy smile. But then it's business again. Snapping her attention to her teammate, the girl stands upright and moves toward the odd German. "Oh shut the hell up, retard," she replies, lifting a hand to smack him upside the head. Half-turning thereafter, she moves toward the end of the street, hands lifting above her head. "I was speaking figuratively. Big words, I know!"
As for the remark about being strong? "Pfft, whatever," she mumbles, her back to the group. "Let's just go. We'll get .em next time. I wasn't on my A-game today, and you were just cramping my style." A hand lifts, idly waving about before she just rounds the corner.
"God, later, Gedo losers. Promise it's not the last time you'll see us~!"
Log created on 18:53:41 05/06/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 17:36:58 05/20/2007.