Description: Tenma unknowingly meets the newest member of his rival team, a Brazilian girl who calls herself 'Pas'. Inside: Two parts fighting, one part flirting, and just a dash of headbutts!
Like a good wine, Southtown's hot, bright summer days know how to age well, and by the late evening hours, the piercing heat and stinging sun have both cooled into a beautiful sunset. Sound Beach stares off into the distant line of the Pacific, a horizon of blue meeting blue that goes on forever, until the setting sun has warped the sky into all churning hues of colour, reds and yellows smearing together like a painter's easel. The dying light casts down, yellow like a lighthouse, pointing out every oceanic ripple and ruffle like a hard light on the face of an aging lady. But as night approaches, the water is growing tame.
This was always Pás' favourite time to spend at the beach. This is not like the beaches of Sao Paulo, she knows; the sand is different, the water is cooler, and it doesn't seem to smell quite the same. But the sounds carry similarly even on different sides of the word: the distant slurp of the tide as it pulls in, the rush of the surf. And she likes sounds that remind her of home.
Few people linger around South Beach at the waning hour; it is far from desolate, but also far away from the packed crowds of the midday hours. Liking it a little more quiet, a little more peaceful, though she'd never admit it, Pás walks the beach. That distant figure of hers pulls free from the water now, apparently finished an evening swim, clad in a stringy white bikini and pushing back her heavy, wet hair. The sun gilds her exotic skin golden. And perhaps aware of that, she takes all the time in the world to stretch.
Since school's long since let out for the day, and he doesn't have any particular assignment, Tenma decided... Why just go home? Really, the only thing waiting for him in the cramped old apartment is his old madman of a grandfather, and probably some rice gruel or something. If he's heard about how rich foods are a luxury that distracts from the path once, he's heard it a thousand times... So instead he's out wandering around. Maybe he'll run into something interesting to do, or somebody to fight, or maybe he'll decide to go eat somewhere. Who knows? THE NIGHT IS A MYSTERY. However, his path has, at this point, brought him to the beach.
Sure, it's a little closer to Pacific High than he'd normally go on his own unless he was specifically looking for a fight, but it's a public beach! "Maaaaan, what a waste of time," the Gedo swordsman grouses, his cloth-wrapped bokken slung over one shoulder. With his free hand, he scratches the side of his head. Clearly he should've gone to the beach /earlier/, when there were likely to be more girls present, if he was going to go girl-watching. Sure, there's still some people here and there, but now it'd be entirely too obvious if he stood around... Wait a second, what's that?
Tenma's attention is, naturally, drawn by the figure emerging from the water. His blue eyes widen a bit, and his dark brows raise. Suddenly, he finds, he likes the beach a lot more than he used to.
All deep curves and long limbs and barely-there bikini, the Brazilian so far away from home treks lazily across the sand, moving with a tired, languid insolence in that way slow motorists hog the roads as they put along. If someone wants to rush along, they can walk around her. This is the only speed she knows.
The girl yawns, seemingly ignorant of the rest of the beach, or just disinterested, as she idly wrings out her long, inky hair and plongs on the itchy elastic strap of her bikini bottoms. It slides down the curve of her hip, just barely staying on. God knows how it does. Either way, she doesn't seem like she cares.
She finishes her short walk towards where she's set up a little fort, blankets and towels laid down, the remnants of a small dinner sitting away on empty plates. And this is where it gets interesting. Whereas a normal girl would just flop herself down, stretch out and look pretty, this one only stretches some more, first her arms, then her shoulders, then her back, then her legs... and really her legs, hooking her ankle briefly over her own shoulder to make the muscles burn. Then, where one would flop down to listen to beachside music, the Brazilian flops into a one-armed handstand. The other hand shoves the earpieces of her closely-discarded ipod back into her ears. And, balanced there carelessly, unmoving with a stern discipline, Pás bops to tunes as she maintains a strength hold.
Of course, the Brazilian's languid trip across the beach has Tenma's full attention throughout, because he's a seventeen year old boy. He can't help it. Of course, Pas' bikini stays on despite his own fervent wishes to the contrary, but he watches anyway. Damn, man. Just... Damn. Why can't they have girls like that at his school? No, it's got to be 99% guys and the occasional completely psycho girl. Seriously, how is that fair? His reverie is hardly broken by the time the girl has gotten back to her camp on the beach, though the fact that she /doesn't/ just lay down to sunbathe or show off or whatever girls think when they lounge on the beach is, that draws his attention in a different way.
One-handed handstands are always impressive, even to someone with a lot of physical discipline of their own; one-handed handstands from curvaceous young women in bikinis, well, that's cause for celebration. It... It's not even Tenma's birthday! Clearly someone up there actually likes him, at least today. So it's probably not surprising that the tall Japanese teen starts walking in Pas' direction, tapping the cloth-wrapped bokken against his shoulder as he makes his way closer. From her perspective, possibly upside down. Of course, he smirks like there's no tomorrow, but this time it's not /entirely/ for the usual reason!
And there the Brazilian balances, switching arms every few minutes, the muscles rolling in her back. Her eyes closed, she nods along to the tinny beat of her ipod, her feet wagging along while mid-air. She seems all too content to remain like that, to spend the rest of her evening inverted and all alone.
But it never gets to happen.
Upon Tenma's purposeful arrival, as if on cue, the girl pops open one brown eye. Upside-down, she peeks at a pair of ankles, and twisting her body, slowly looks up. She catches his face. A considering look crosses hers. And then it is gone, like the tide drawn in again, and she greets him with a slow, easy smile.
"Olá," the inverted girl speaks to his feet. "Você pode me fazer um favor?
"Aha," she interrupts herself suddenly in correction, as if to realize tiredly which language she should be using. She turns her head to look at him a little, but otherwise does not break her stand, both hands planted down into the sand. "I'm sorry! But could you touch your hands to me? My suimsuit is falling off. Could you push it back up?"
Her back bends deeply. She preoffers her tanned hips towards Tenma, stringy white bikini bottoms and all. The look on her face is a perfect picture of sleepy innocence.
Of course, Tenma doesn't speak a word of Portugese - or really any languages other than Japanese and English - so the first upside-down words the upside-down girl speaks might as well be complete gibberish. But the /rest/ of what Pas says is very easy to understand, though still rather surprising. Did she just... Actually ask him to...? "Well sure," Tenma says, after only a moment more of surprise. "Always willing t' help a lady in need." A damsel in distress? The impressive flexibility the mysterious girl demonstrates doesn't go unnoticed either, and indeed, he reaches to help as asked, after spearing his cloth-wrapped bundle in the sand at his side.
Now, plenty of Japanese boys would probably go into fits at the very idea of violating propriety like this, but not Tenma Kiryuu. He imagines his friend Hakuya would probably help too, though he'd do it with placid innocence and not enjoy the experience in the least. But to Tenma? To Tenma this is a gift. This is the universe telling him 'you were right not to schlep home after school like a good boy'. Of course, that naturally means something's going to go wrong. "So what... You some kinda fighter or somethin'? Pretty good upper-body strength, there..." he says. You know, casual conversation.
With a patient steadiness, the mysterious Brazilian does not balk against the touch she invited against her hips. She smiles along, seeming as casual and peaceful as someone truly in her element. Idly, but in a suddenly decided way, she uses her shoulder to push one ipod's earbuds out, as something slowly begins to introduce itself as more interesting than the samba funk down her playlist.
And to think Pás was just preparing herself to suffer a boring evening. It may not be home, but she thinks she likes Japan. It keeps giving her nice gifts and fun toys.
Still upside-down, she switches back to a single-handed balance, using the other to push her fallen hair out of her face, so she can really look at him, her dark eyes thoughtful. When he begins to insinuate of her, and that one choice word -- 'fighter' -- falls from the boy's mouth, a crooked smile smears across her mouth, slowly, hopefully. She replies his smalltalk, wryly, "...You should see the bottom half."
Of course, Tenma would hardly think of himself that way, though at the moment he might be open to the possibility! After all, this is the first time in a while he's gotten to touch a girl that didn't involve one or the other in excruciating pain thereafter. Somehow, he manages to not show any embarassment as he helps the Brazilian with her predicament. Internally, he could very well be crying tears of joy. Composing sonnets to how great this day is. Of course, he was hardly even thinking about what he was saying there.
But his dark brows raise as he somehow manages to look down at Pas' /face/ when she speaks, her crooked smile and feline behaviour. Were Tenma a more sensible young man, he would probably be running away about now. Unfortunately for him though, people who get into fights for fun with people who can crush cars with their bare fists, generally not considered 'sensible'. "I dunno, I think I can see the bottom half pretty well right now," Tenma says without thinking, but really his is progress! Most of the girls he knows he would've assigned a demeaning nickname to right now and probably yelled at them.
The bikini is distract him, putting him off his game!
The inverted Brazilian tilts her head, her heavy hair slung along the sand in a wet wing. Still she balances, ever so merrily, her body every bit as strewn and placid as the considering look in her eyes is not. The very fact that this sudden, mysterious boy has accused her of being a fighter immediately reveals himself as the same.
Pás could never, ever pass one of those up.
Still in a handstand, wet bikini and all, she peeks up at him, the smile across her lips sharpening up like a knife. "You can take a closer look if you want it," she invites lazily of him, her voice low and coaxing. Her upside-down smile deepens. She takes one hand off the sand to flex her index finger, a motion for him to come closer, as her back suddenly straightens and her long legs scissor open.
He's just hit the jackpot. At least until one of those legs suddenly hooks around, trying to whip her heel across his face.
COMBATSYS: Pas has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Tenma with Short Kick.
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Pas
It seems then that Tenma's nature is being taken advantage of, as Pas lures him on... INTO A TRAP. His blue eyes widen again, almost imperceptibly, as he's beckoned onwards and he does indeed lean down... But he notices, at the last minute, the change in movement. Aw, hell. Of course, it was too good to be true, right? He gets socked across the face with Pas' heel, trying and failing to raise his arm in time, and he whirls away from the impact... Catching the bundle from before as he staggers back.
"Ah... Feisty, ain'tcha?" Tenma wonders, untying the cloth sheath from his bokken and freeing the weapon... And then he reaches into his mouth with the index and middle fingers of his left hand, getting some blood there because he BIT THE INSIDE OF HIS CHEEK when he got kicked in the face... And he draws that blood down his bokken, to create the chi link there. A quick, sharp sweep of the blade through the air and it's alight with a misty red aura, mingled blood and chi... And then he lunges forward, aiming to thrust his weapon into the upside-down girl's gut. "LET'S GO THEN!!"
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Tenma's Weapon Jab.
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Pas
Her body turns with the momentum of the strike, walking hands along the sand with a toss of her dark hair. Wildly, with a wide grin to match her soaring mood, Pás seems to readily invite his replying attack.
Yet, the attack itself... is something clearly of interest. She has only a moment to tilt her inverted head, her lips pursing as he swathes blood down the line of his unveiled weapon... before he thrusts it at her. Swiftly, she curls her back, her legs drawn in to catch the strike and block it, tangling it within all those flexible joints and dark skin.
Kicking free, the girl suddenly flips, finally upright like the rest of the world. Standing sidelong, the look on her face as exposing and transparent as the bikini she's wearing, she looks at Tenma out the corners of her dark eyes and gives him her most pleasing smile. He's earned it. Because he's going to give her some fun. "Now that is interesting," she is saying slowly, her stance widening, her feet stroking a line along the soft sand. "Be careful or I just might like you."
Biting her lip playfully, the sleepy-eyed Brazilian suddenly detonates into movement. She takes two lunging leaps towards Tenma, and twisting her body, she is suddenly aerial, butterfly-spinning through the air before her legs open at the last instant, trying to crack a kick on him that hits two separate places on one snap.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Conta e Gorjeta.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Pas
As Tenma's weapon is caught like that, he actually smirks a little. Okay, clearly she's got more than just power... Right? "Heh... You'd be on a pretty short list, then," he says wryly, on the subject of her 'liking' him. It's true though, and he has no illusions about how he comes off to most people. Still, it's refreshing to fight somebody who doesn't immediately find the more unique aspects of his fighting style gross right off the bat. But then there's the sudden movement from the seemingly lazy Brazilian, coming to kick him in the air... So he doesn't even try to avoid the attack. Instead, he lets it hit, his body shuddering slightly with each kick. He does not, however, move all that much.
"What... Was that it?" Tenma wonders challengingly, lashing out in an attempt to strike Pas befoe she can hit the ground and get her proper footing to react; he sweeps his chi-charged bokken down in a vicious slash, and at the bottom of that slash he suddenly turns the blade around and slashes right back up. "HAAA-!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Pas with Ungyou.
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Tenma 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Pas
The Brazilian girl does not seem to be disgused in the least. On the contrary, she is all too intent on him, like a hungry cat homed in on tonight's choice bowl of cream. Even as she spins in mid-air, her lashing foot striking out at him, she never loses that wily smile of hers. She catches herself with one hand, again inverting herself with the same ease, her head turned to catch Tenma's remark through their returned attacks.
"Just that?--" She starts to return, before the swift turn of his bokken cuts her short. Pás tightens her shoulders, beginning to turn, already expecting the trajectory and the momentum of the strike. But, what she's not expecting is the speed. That's what catches her off-guard, and his aim strikes home, both wooden blade and chi making a delicious impact.
That body of hers goes skidding, her sudden collide knocking up a cloud of sand. Covered in it, she sprawls there brokenly for a moment, her long limbs strewn lazily like they've found themselves a makeshift mattress. But, with a toss of her head to shake away sand, her eyes blinking to bring back her center, her momentary defeat only makes her grin go wider. She appends herself, on a shaky breath, "....I've only begun my dance."
Sand flies once more as it's ripped up, Pás leaping from her come hither sprawling to lunge back at Tenma. She winks one brown eye at him between swift strides. Then her neck straightens, twisting as she tries to slam home a headbutt right into the center of his chest.
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Zidane's Revenge from Pas with Head Breaker.
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Tenma 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Pas
There, that's pretty satisfying, isn't it? Tenma feels the familiar resistance of his attacks hitting flesh, his bloody chi doing its work as usual. Of course, as Pas is sent sprawling into the sand, the Gedo gang member straightens up, his free hand slipping into the pocket of his slacks as the bokken rests against his shoulder. Whether it's from arrogance or a misguided sense of chivalry, he gives her the time to get her bearings. ...Or hey, maybe he's just ogling her. It's difficult to say!
The sudden charge and the wink don't seem to stir him much at all, and rather he actually takes a few quick steps forward, running /into/ the impending blow, pulling his left hand from his pocket and reaching out, fingers tangling in the Brazilian girl's hair... But her momentum is too much at this point, and he miscalculates the force, and he just plain gets headbutted right in the chest rather than pulling her into a headbutt of his own, staggering back. "Ghh...!" Okay... That was pretty good.
And shuttling off the sand after absorbing the blow, as Tenma stumbles back, Pás stumbles forward, moving like the dance she had insinuated, one quick stride trying to bring her body closer to his. Without warning, pulled against him... is a soft body instead of a hard hit. She tries to lean in, her body pushing against his, her skin still cool from swimming, her little bikini still damp from the water. Her arms try to drape over his shoulders, as she presses her chest against his, heart-to-heart, coming in close enough to bring their faces one breath apart. One lazy hand of hers bats at his ponytail. "Don't stop now, Pescador."
Her lips are so close. But Pás doesn't kiss. Grinning, she kicks instead, trying to pull back to interject one of those powerful legs of hers, as she flips off the ground, trying to nail an overhead kick at his jaw. If this attack hits, it's the first to follow for similar, entangling strikes, as she deliberately, willfully keeps as close as she can to the boy while trying to nail each of the human body's four sides.
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Pas' Devil's Crossroads.
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Tenma 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Pas
Clearly, Pas is pure evil wrapped up in the form of a young woman. What else could possibly explain this behaviour, as she brings herself in close like that? Tenma is quite acutely aware of her proximity as she clings to him like that, and her general lack of clothing, and the way she moves, and his eyes widen quite impressively, because holy crap! ...He also, of course, has no idea what a 'Pescador' is. It doesn't sound nice to him, though. The sudden change... He can almost feel it before it happens, twisting to get his arms in the way of that first kick and then the ones that come after it from seemingly every direction, forearms and chi-emanating bokken moving to deal with each of those close strikes. It's not perfect, but the alternative was probably a lot worse.
"Heh... Dunno what you're talkin' about," Tenma returns, twisting to swing his elbow at the side of the Brazilian's head, following it up with a swing of his other arm, the one holding his bokken, in a diagonal slash down across Pas' torso. "I'm just gettin' started, Dakini!!" Well, that's done it. Now she's got a nickname too. On the bright side, it's nicer than the one he gave Luc.
COMBATSYS: Pas endures Tenma's Medium Strike.
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Tenma 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Pas
For such a slothful girl, who seems even perpetually devoid of the energy to correct the mysterious droop of her eyelids, she sure knows how to move. She kicks up like a tempest, a violent storm of constant, continuous movement that does not go the same direction twice. She rains blows, going from kick to hook to switch, and between her blocked elbow and a wild grin, she tells him lowly, "I like boys... who know how to use their hands."
He blocks another wild kick. And, upside-down, Pás continues thickly, "--And know where to put them."
Pás can see Tenma loading up to strike back at her the instant after he successfully wards off her offense. She has little time to react... she is sure, with her relative closeness, that she could do the same and block it... but, in the end, she decides that just won't do. She wants to have fun.
So she locks down and takes the elbow straight to the head, the strength behind the impact dizzying her. But she keeps grinning, even dancing back in a step, leaning in close to try to blow a hot breath playfully into Tenma's ear. Then the bokken comes razoring down, catching her soundly and finally herding that dangerous girl back. She goes down, hard, her shoulder impacting into the sand.
But she shares his little recovery time. Breathing raggedly, in as much excitement as stinging pain, she recoils and leaps back, twisting in midair. With both feet together, her body sailing like a bullet, Pás tries to plant a fierce drop kick straight at Tenma's abdomen.
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Tenma with Strong Kick.
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Tenma 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
At this point, Tenma's starting to wonder; is this mysterious girl flirting with him for its own sake, or just to mess him up in the middle of the fight? He's surprised to see her actually just take the hit from his chi-emanating wooden blade, though not before she manages to blow in his ear. What a weird girl, but you know... He'd rather fight her than a stuck-up old priss like Marisol! But then, the dropkick. That's bothersome; Tenma tries to avoid it, but he's not in time due to Pas' quick recovery. Instead, he gets hit, the blow barrelling him backwards onto the sand. Ow.
"Heh... You really like t' toy with people, huh?" he wonders, suddenly rushing out of a low crouch to charge right at the Brazilian, swinging his bokken up behind his body as he lashes out with his other hand. Carefully, he tries to herd her into a more advantageous position with repeated strikes from his left fist, carefully coordinated, aimed at specific spots on her torso to disrupt the flow of chi through her body. At least he doesn't seem too worried about hitting her anywhere inappropriate, bikini or no bikini.
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Tenma's Flow Breaker.
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Tenma 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
Rolling free of her powerful kick, cartwheeling into a crouch to match his, to teasingly hunker down and mirror Tenma on his level, Pás drapes her arms over her knees. She uses her forearm to push her damp hair off her brow. One strap of her bikini falls tormentingly from her shoulder.
But as he recovers, she seems to wait for him, but with the tight, urgent enthusiasm of a preying cat, coiling there, waiting for that little, flagging movement that encourages it to strike.
She gets it. He rushes forward, and on that same instant, so does she, skidding forward to gratefully receive him. She seems to read his movement with little difficulty now, her tricky style giving her the wise eye to see the subtle inaccuracies in body language. Her forearm turns to block his first strike.
"Toying?" Pás replies between their fast, blinding movement. Her other arm lashes in to stay the second one. She lifts a knee to ward the next. "You think I'm not sincere?" She blocks another. She looks a little sad. "I'm hurt in the heart."
The last blocking arm suddenly turns into a snipe, her hand attempting to snare down on his wrist. Smiling fiercely, she gives a sudden wrench, and in a sudden feint of flexibility, tries to use her sudden handhold as a way to swing her lighter weight toward his. Suddenly inverted, those legs of hers suddenly appear where her head had been, as her ankles scissor in and try to catch his neck between her feet.
Sparks suddenly crackle from her flesh, like a hundred little flint strikes, like flame to a firecracker. Then, if those feet of hers hook into place, she lets lose a sudden burning explosion of chi.
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Sanduich de Calabresa from Pas with Dead End Breaker.
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"Oh... I wonder 'bout that, Dakini," Tenma says as Pas banters at him in the midst of their exchange. But then suddenly... His left wrist is grabbed, apparently trapping him inexorably for what comes next, as Pas traps his neck between her ankles and starts to unleash a blast of fiery chi but... It doesn't quite work that way. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his right arm moves in a blur and lashes her across the back with that chi-empowered bokken, hard enough to knock her free of him... But oh, he doesn't stop there. Though the blast of chi from the capoeira fighter doesn't manage to complete its job, Tenma uses Pas' own handhold to pull her back in, striking twice more with his wooden sword, before he hurls himself at her, head first at her face.
...Smashing his forehead right into her, good and hard, to finish off his combination and knock the Brazilian away. Of course, Tenma hardly came out of that little exchange unscathed, but... "What... Issat all you got?" he wonders with a challenging grin, standing casually with his bokken pointed at the ground. "Figured you'd be more fun than /that/..."
That graceful attack of hers brought short, the Brazilian can't disguise the inhale of pain that hitches her voice when that bokken drives down on her. The knot of her ankles loosens from him, and she begins to fall, landing upright, no doubt already decisive to make a fast-footed retreat--
--when he pulls her back close, her body stiffened, her eyes momentarily widened. Each thrust of the bokken again swipes against her, her damp skin abraised and bleeding, the shock on her face a second's treat before his headbutt dives in and pounds that all away.
Pás goes skidding along the sand, hitting and dune and bleeding in places, her white bikini sooted, one of its shoulder straps broken. But as if that was ever her concern. Soon, those long-fingered hands of hers twitch, and strewn across the beach, the capoeirista begins to rustle. Her dark eyes open, creased and no doubt nursing pain, but after a few moments of dawned reality and returned bearings, she has only to bear him a slow, satisfied smile. With a low, airy sigh, she stretches, one arm folded behind her head, her other hand rubbing over her hip. "You have a sharp hook, Pescador," she tells him lowly, her voice darkened like bedroom lights. "I wouldn't dream of giving you less than this."
She slowly rises back up to her feet, shaking away sand, using the bone in her thumb to rub blood off her mouth. It immediately creases into a languid smile. And standing there, her eyes hooded, her damp hair wild, her bikini hanging by threads, Pás begins to tap the heel of her foot. She starts a slow, but steady measure. She's giving herself a beat. It's a dance, after all.
Then, with no more pretense, she explodes into movement. She only steps twice before she's aerial again, gaining incredible height as she swoops toward him in an aerial cartwheel, her strong feet trying to land fierce kicks. If they strike, they detonate with little concussions of chi, the fire sparking from her bare soles like cracklers. She twists, spinning tightly sideways, then throwing herself backwards into a walkover, kicking again, catching herself, hooking at him, turning, and going again. Her legs are relentless. And when one would expect her to stop, to rest, to stand back and breathe... she only goes faster.
Pinioning off her hands, walking on them through the sand, her opened legs scissor whirling kicks, and when she gets close enough, the forward movement stops and the spinning momentum keeps going. She braces herself and spins on one hand, her darting feet igniting with chi, her revolutions increasing and increasing--
Until she lets out a fierce, happy yell and spins by the top of her head, both arms held in, both legs held out, unleashing a frenetic carousal of fiery kicks.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Catherine Wheel.
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"Hah... Hah..." Tenma breathes heavily as he recovers from headbutting Pas like that, dark hair falling over his eyes. This has been... Well, kind of a draining fight, really. There's some faint burning on the sides of his neck from the crazy Brazilian's previous attack, and he's put out, perhaps, too much effort in too short a time in dealing with her. But no mistake.... She's good at what she does. Tenma can attest to that. And he would too, but he's an arrogant jackass. Straightening up at last, the Kiryuu heir shows a toothy, wolfish smirk in response to the young woman's slow smile. "Bring it," he says.
Aaaand, it's brought.
Tenma doesn't react immediately as Pas starts to dance, and then when the sudden movement comes it's... Too late to get out of the way, most likely. Too late to do much but ride it out, which does with that same smirk on his face. The kicks, the fiery chi, they all do their job as Pas whirls about him like a dark-skinned dynamo of hurt, and when Tenma is finally knocked away... He laughs. "This'll end it, Dakini!" he calls out, raising his bokken over his head with both hands as he's tossed back... And he's right, one way or the other, he can't keep fighting past his... As he sweeps the bokken down in a seemingly useless arc, nowhere near enough to hit Pas with it, a crescent of roiling crimson blood erupts from the wake of the blade, mingled life's blood and chi screaming its way towards the girl...
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Tenma's Dharmapala.
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And like the catherine wheel after what her move is so aptly named, PAS is a firecracker of kicks and whirling, sparking chi, seen only but a blur of her dark skin, stark white bikini, and whirling fire kicked off her hooking feet.
But even moving as such a breakneck speed, all literally by her very neck, those fast eyes of hers lock on the first taste of Tenma's rebuttal, and even through her constant kicking legs she can see him changing feet, pulling up that bokken, and preparing to give her one final taste of what he's worth--
--When her reckless headspin stops, arms planted down, those lashing feet of hers suddenly gone still. Swiftly, she bends her back and flips tightly, pushing off with her arms and planting her feet towards the fast descent of his blood chi. Her own chi sparks against it, and in a fierce thrust of her legs she wards off the worst of the attack.
But PAS isn't finished yet. She twists in the air, her fierce, shuttling speed unstopped by her own hand -- mostly because it's headed right towards Tenma. In one last push of what little energy she has left, she tries to put him down -- or put them both down -- in her attempt to land soundly on top of his body, straddling the boy's chest.
Her arms thrust down onto the sand on each sides of his head, and she looms over him, covered in his blood, sand, and satisfaction.
Panting harshly, almost breathless, Pás wets her lips and leans in close. Blood drips from her chin. She smiles sleepily, secretively. Her voice, however light and ragged, must ask him: "Pescador... did one of us just become a lady?"
Of course, Tenma's already on his way to the ground when Pas lands on him like a crazy person, landing with an undignified, muffled crash of sand erupting around him from the impact. Though he still holds on to his weapon, the red aura around it has dissipated, and with it the line of blood that was painted on the wooden blade. A more pressing matter though, is that Tenma finds himself straddled by Pas, who's sitting on his chest and has her hands to either side of his head.
The part where she leans down over him like that, with her sleepy eyes and smile? Almost as good for Tenma as the fight itself, really. Right up until Pas speaks again, anyway. What a nice thing to say! "Why?" he wonders, a bit lamely because it's tough to be witty in his current situation. "Were you not one already?" Of course, he's not making any effort to move her. Why would he? He's not an idiot, or a prude!
Like someone's expensive cat, she sprawls over him with a certain degree of ownership, like all this expanse of sand, fallen Gedo student included, is part of her territory. Her dark hair tosses over her shoulder and fans around them, her opened hands pressing into the sand, her brown eyes fixed right into his, and her lips so close he can feel the warmth of her breath.
Pás isn't finished with her dance.
She doesn't seem to share the usual dismay people have for his blood chi, and she wears it as languidly as her half-broken bikini, allowed to hang there on her body until it so readily cares to fall off on its own. She's not stopping anything. It takes too much energy to care. But she does run a finger across her own collarbone, collecting crimson on the pad before she reaches over, and in an oddly tender movement, a gentleness that is so far away from her previous kicks, she absently tries to paint a little heart on Tenma's face with his own blood.
She leans in like she's decided to kiss him-- but he speaks, and Pás falls short, distracted to consider other things.
Her brown eyes hooding with amusement, she pauses a moment for thought, then replies. "Never.
"But... if you can finish me like I hope you can, you're welcome to check."
Then, one moment later, the cool beach air replaces where that girl had once been, her body lifting up off his. Turning her back, the Brazilian decisively walks away, crossing the beach, stopping only momentarily to collect her forgotten things, blanketing up her objects and hanging the pile over her shoulder.
Her head turns. She almost looks back on Tenma... but she doesn't. Instead, she just says, "If you can find me again, that is."
And slowly, casually, she walks away.
Has Tenma totally screwed the pooch by talking there?! Have his loudmouth tendencies prevented him from finding out just how good of a kisser Pas happens to be?! Looks like it. The teasing way she moves atop him, as his blue eyes stare into her brown, the feeling of her breath... Indeed her whole demeanor and her top falling off, how could any guy ever /not/ enjoy it, even if the Brazilian is clearly pure evil? The boy's heartbeat has certainly not slowed even though the fight is over and his body is clearly at rest. And then, he gets a heart painted on his cheek. In his own blood.
That's pretty weird, even for him.
Tenma is actually rather surprised by Pas' response to his question, and she's definitely gotten one up on him there, but before he can really process it, she's... Gone?! Or a least moved off of him, to gather up her things. With a brief expenditure of effort, Tenma half sits up to watch her go, snorting a bit at her last comment, before he flops back down on the sand. "Heh... How hard can that be?" he mutters to himself. And then he realises something.
He never asked what her name was.
Log created on 20:17:14 06/04/2007 by Tenma, and last modified on 04:34:10 06/05/2007.