Description: Fight in a log flume! Sada vs. Preston! Preston wins somehow!! (Winner: Preston)
"I 'ear dere's gonna be a fight on da logs today, eh."
"Should be good eh. Pass me a Timbit though eh."
"Eh only if you stop bogartin' that dere doobie eh."
"Eh."
Vancouver, British Columbia. Canada. Home of wood, woodland animals, and reefer addicts. And for tonight's fantastic Saturday Night Fight, there's bound to be plenty of each -- and some foreigners thrown into the mix!
Set at the top of a scenic valley which is in the middle of being deforested by loggers, there runs a very, very long flume for logs to run down. Surprising, that! Not so surprising is the fact that the locals have turned out en masse to watch the fight between two of the up and coming stars of the fighting circuit. The flume itself though is running fast today; more water than normal is being pumped through it, as it runs down the side of the valley in a winding pattern towards the saw mill that lies miles beyond.
The fight is on borrowed time. Just how long will they have, before the logs they ride are run into the lumber mill at the bottom there? All along the track, lights and cameras and fans are waiting. It's like watching the luge during the Winter Olympics! Only, there'll be much more damage done for this.
Then again, are they really stupid enough to stand atop a logs themselves, for the winding trip down the valley? "Do they really expect us to ride these fuckin' things?" the Brit asks, standing atop the platform next to the entrance point of the flume. He looks dubious at best, staring down the valley of stumps towards the saw mill in the distance. The time is drawing nigh; the fight should soon begin!
Shouldering his oar, he stands tall and muscled as he always does. And for the festivities, he's wearing little more than a pair of pants -- and soft shoes, perhaps the type used by those crazy people who balance on logs while in water! Someone's smart, oh yes!
The SNF organizers need to wake up preeeetty early in the morning before they catch Preston Alistair Wellington the II off-guard, yes sirree! On the other hand, this must be the third water-related fight in a row for him. Suspicious, that. He spares a glance at the officials nearby, one of them pulling a starters pistol out of a case. The time must indeed draw near. He looks for his opponent...
Sada knows all about Canada. There are people there who speak French, and there are also places where they collect lumber and ship it to Japan in exchange for Toyotas! That's how economics work, she is told.
She is not far from Preston; she may have snuck up near him while he was staring at the log flume. She says, in her almost-good English and with a wide smile, "Oh, I think they do! It's a pretty far ride, so, let's give it an excellent showing." She has the kusarigama with her, slung over her shoulders, the chain loosely wrapped around her midsection. She, too, is wearing soft shoes with grippy soles. She does several knee-bends, perhaps to limber herself up for the peculiar stance they'll no doubt require.
"Oh, and please don't fall," she adds a moment later, with another of those vaguely shark-like grins. "Maybe we'll make it down for the tide." She may not be aware of the details of lumber creation.
There's no startling the Brit; he's too stoic, too rugged, too damn ripped to be easily surprised. He simply casts a baleful eye at the Asian -- particularly that weapon of hers. They're both moderately versed with each other's fighting style, after that Battle for Britain they were in...
"Well, this should be fuckin' fun then, now won't it? I'll try not to fall. You try not to get hit over the side." With Preston's strength and the range of his weapon, it's most definitely possible. "Alright then, I think they want us to get the hell on," he adds, that eye of his turning towards the officials saying something with a lot of eh in there.
Lifting the oar, he smirks and takes the lead -- he leaps onto the waiting log, and with his weapon extended, pushes it off -- he starts sliding down the flume, and after a moment of uncertainness he turns to look back up at Sada. That smirk has deepened, and there's the promise of violence in his eyes.
She can ride her own log. This one's for Britannia.
The starter pistol goes off, since one of the combatants has taken the lead. The Brit spins the oar overhead as the fight is announced, brandishing it as choppers buzz overhead. The glitz, the glamour -- it's Saturday Night Fight!
COMBATSYS: Preston has started a fight here.
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Sada leaps as well, much more daintily, and does a small twirl to unwrap the kusarigama from around herself. She then straddles the log slightly, in a stable and steady horse stance, as one of the bearded lumbermen gives it a dainty kick of his own! With a jerk, the log begins... floating forwards.
How boring, Sada thinks, before smiling more widely at Preston. She does not step towards him - but then, that's part of the idea, perhaps! Neither of them HAVE to get close. She lets the kusari fall down, splashing briefly in the water for dramatic effect.
"How deep is it in here?" she calls forwards, spinning the kusari at her side once, twice, letting water splash and glisten -- and then hurling it forwards in an underhand toss towards Preston's vast and meaty legs! At least it isn't the part with the sharp end.
COMBATSYS: Sada has joined the fight here.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Sada's Odani Foundation Art.
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Sada 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Preston
The ride may start out boring, but it isn't likely to remain that way for long! At first it seems scenic, and even the Brit finds himself a little bored; but they're not here for the ride, and they're not here for the scenery! "I don't think it's too deep. Probably two logs at most," he calls back, the oar clasped in both hands in front of him.
He's from a long line of Navy types, so he's likely to maintain his footing for the duration of the brawl; plus he's notoriously difficult to knock down at the best of times. The weight is flung at him though, as expected; she utilizes distance to her advantage! Rather than bat it aside though, the Brit lets it hit him in the leg -- and it gives him the most wonderful corky he's had in ages.
"Range to my disadvantage," Preston mumbles to himself, giving his leg a rub before he starts into action. He steps forward, moving closer to the end of his log -- and then, using what range he has, slashes the air through the air towards his Asian opponent!
She should be faintly familiar with what follows; he doesn't quite have the distance, from where he's standing, but he harnesses his innate talent and sends a blast of blue-white through the air in a diagonal slash for Sada! "Let's get this started, sunshine!" Didn't she already?
Regardless, the line in the air floats for a moment -- and then segments, spikes of chi hurtling to stab into her body!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with White Horses.
- Power hit! -
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Sada 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Preston
Always with the energy! Sada is about to leap to the side when she realizes, abruptly, that that wave of incoming energy is hardly a good thing, and neither would be leaping off the flume -- which is now supported on struts as the hill itself tapers off. The flume's still descending at a gentle rate, but the ground's getting further away!
The strike hits her soundly in the side, and she staggers back; she falls to one knee, digging the kama into the wood of the log to keep from toppling over! An advantage of hers, perhaps -- she has a hook even if she doesn't have to use it very much.
"Heh heh," she says, as she straightens up, narrowing her eyes towards Preston. "So," she continues as she straightens up, twisting the kama to throw some of the wood shards on it off into the water with a 'plunk'. "Have you thought about the disadvantage of your leading position?" After this, she twists the lower end of the kusari around in a significantly gentler toss towards Preston - the downside, of course, is that it may wrap around his legs, which he needs in order to avoid falling!
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Sada's Medium Throw.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Preston
Watching that strike of his blaze through the air to strike his opponent creates the most wonderful feeling in Preston's barrel-sized chest. "My leading position?" he echoes, sparing a glance off to the side as their journey takes them a bit further away from the ground than he had anticipated. His teeth grit; he doesn't like this, but he masks it into anger instead.
Like when that weight comes at him again, and he feels those links winding about his leg -- he brings the oar down sharply though, batting the weight back where it came. It fails to loop correctly; he won't be bound, not after their last fight! "What precisely is the problem with my leading position?" he goes on to ask, speech remarkably clean compared to his usual standards.
Spinning the shaft of the oar like a staff between his meaty hands, he gives her just a little bit of time to respond -- and to drag back her kusarigama if such is her wont -- before lunging into his next strike.
He clears his log, leaping up into the air -- and bringing the oar up high overhead, slams it down towards her as he attempts to land upon her wooden vessel! A vicious overhead, with the blade held flat; the air whistles as the oar slices down, a herald for pain!
COMBATSYS: Sada dodges Preston's Medium Strike.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Preston
Sada looks up to see that enormous thing falling down towards her. She yanks back the kusari, taking a step back which doesn't quite take her out of the range of it, and then tucks herself down into a quick tumble backwards, the chain rattling as she goes! She straightens up afterwards, breathing a little heavily.
She then grins at Preston. "The problem," she says, "is that when you are facing your opponent --" She suddenly flings the kama up with a glitter of light -- off to the side, away from Preston? What good is that going to do?
There is a sudden snap as a hearty bough from an oak tree cracks and topples down towards the back of Preston's head. "You are not facing the world!!" Think fast, Englishman!
COMBATSYS: Preston dodges Sada's Random Weapon.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Preston
Landing heavily on the same log as his opponent, that mighty oar thunders down and clacks against the very wood they ride upon! The reverberation up the shaft is enough to cause pain to lance through the meaty hands of the Brit, but he grits his teeth once more and bears through it.
But what's this? Sada explains, and that weapon is sent away from him entirely. What, does she have a boomerang on it? His lips twist, a smirk growing...
He hears it though, that crack, even above the growing sound of the water as the log plummets through the plume itself. But that crack draws his gaze, and those hazel eyes dart to the side -- and the Brit does more than simply think fast. He ducks on instinct, the bough flying overhead!
But then he snakes a hand out, gripping the bough -- and although the potential for a brief tug of war starts, Preston has no intention of going through with it. "Thanks for the tip, sunshine! I'll be sure to keep my eyes open -- you try the same!"
She wants her weapon back? The Brit gives it to her and the bough as well, speeding it on in a full bodied throw. She sought to hit him in the back of the head but he seeks out her front! Don't think, Asian girl; just act!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with Random Weapon.
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Sada 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Preston
The kama flies towards Sada. She smirks, twists her grasp on the chain, yanks - and is briefly rewarding to Preston as she looks utterly horrified. Shortly after this, the bough strikes her right square in the face. There is a wet CRACK.
Sada takes a step back, looking dazed. The edge of her mouth bleeds, and she reaches up, placing two fingers on it - and looking at the blood as those very lips swell up, almost visibly. She swallows, audibly, and grasps the kama by its handle again. The wood remains attached.
"Heh heh heh," she says, with a slight grin. "Do you know what else is behind you?" She raises the kama up and jerks it forwards, sending the wood toppling towards Preston -- but that's not the real news.
The real news is the low-slung tunnel coming up with steadily increasing speed! Evasive action of some kind may just be in order. Sada's advantage here, naturally, is that she is MUCH SMALLER, as she is an Asian schoolgirl!
COMBATSYS: Preston overcomes Large Thrown Object from Sada with Devil Seam.
- Power hit! -
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Sada 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Preston
There's definitely something to be said for the whole 'watching your opponent get hit by a tree' thing. It's like watching a relative get involved in the fight; the oar is rather wooden as well, after all!
But any joy is short-lived. She's raised a very real problem for Preston; he's fighting backwards, and the log continues to gain speed. It doesn't bode well for him, and he decides that -- much like her warning dictates -- he needs to change things up.
The wood arcs through the air at him. Preston spares a glance at him, as the world slows just a little bit. A glance behind shows the upcoming tunnel, and it seems he's stuck between a rock and a hard place -- or a tree limb and a tunnel, at least! "Not good," he says, as he raises the oar up high -- and then SLAMS it right into the log underfoot!
The crack of bough against face is eclipsed by the sudden crack of the log underfoot. It runs up and down, and it's likely their log will split soon enough -- but the Brit speeds things up.
"RuuuuURRRRGH!" he grunts, the sound monstrous as he tears the oar forward, brute strength cleaving a path. The force of it travels the length of the log, and it begins exploding upwards as the crack broadens, chips and splinters and chunks of wood hurtling into the air as the crack progresses swiftly on a path for Sada!
Never mind the bough, it's caught in the sudden flurry of wood chips and brute strength, as the log itself breaks apart at the proverbial seam!
The Brit follows his upwards swing, leaping into the air, intent on landing atop that low-lying tunnel; with luck it will support him.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with Devil Seam.
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Sada 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Preston
The log is damaged!? That's not good. The crack aims forwards, towards the ground beneath Sada, and for a moment she is paralyzed and keeps her feet on both ends. Even as she leans back against the incoming tunnel, the log splits, before it finally yanks further apart, straining her hamstring -
From his position on top of the tunnel, Preston can hear a sudden splash. It may please him, at least until he sees (predictably?) the glint of the kama's blade digging into the roof of the tunnel mouth. There is a sudden twist and spinning as Sada, glistening wet, lands on the roof - and stumbles with an obvious wince of pain.
"Heh heh," she says, staggering forwards and raising the kama. "Do you think that you're really - going to be able to handle this? Haaaaa --!!"
Then she lunges forwards across the rickety wooden roofing, raising the kama above her head to try and slam it down at the towering Englishman with brutal force! Dare he strike harder in this area, and risk damaging the entire flume's structure?!
COMBATSYS: Preston Toughs Out Sada's Deep Strike!
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Sada 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 Preston
Landing atop the tunnel after essentially obliterating their log, the Brit turns to watch the carnage that ensues. Chunks of it continue down the flume, washed away as the current, this far down, picks up. He's wondering if his opponent has been washed away -- but no, she has not!
Spinning out of the wash, she lands opposite him, and her stumble earns her the faintest of smirks upon his rugged features. "Handle what precisely, sunshine?" he asks, although it soon becomes clear as she charges at him!
Well now... that was a challenge, wasn't it? Thus, spreading his arms wide, the oar held to the side, he welcomes her strike against him.
The sickle is raised high, and then brought down against his body, blade gleaming! A dramatic moment ensues, as the blade carves into his muscled hide, threatening to rip him from neck to groin -- but after it pierces his body, he gives a massive flex of his towering frame, and rejects the foreign body like a transplanted liver!
"Ha! I can handle it, sunshine! This isn't like that fight in Britain, but thanks for the wet t-shirt nonetheless!" True or not, he may seem to distract -- because he lifts his foot and simply seeks to boot her off the tunnel's roof and back onto the next log that's running down the flume, if her luck holds! It seems he's not too enthused with the idea of fighting on the roof -- or perhaps he just wants her to sleep with the fishies!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with Light Kick.
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Sada 1/=======/=======|=======\-------\0 Preston
WHACK
"Agh!" Sada cries out as she is struck square in the abdomen by Preston's beef-eating foot. She topples backwards, landing in another horse stance on an unbroken log as it floats down the river towards its inevitable end. She breathes rapidly, glaring at him -- the distance grows steadily.
She breaks her own rules (but what, she reminds herself, is a rule but a guideline that we have given power over us?) and doesn't continue to aggress. She lets herself breathe, focusing on drawing in through the abdomen, pausing only to spit in a quite unladylike manner down towards the far-off floor of the forest. As the distance grows, she calls, "They say, that when you start boasting, you have already lost!"
COMBATSYS: Sada gains composure.
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Sada 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Preston
Lowering his foot after delivering Sada to the wooden gods, Preston watches as she threatens to become a dot in the distance. Well now, that just won't do!
Gathering himself, he hazards a glance behind to get his timing right -- and then leaps, landing roughly on the next log. There's a distance between the two, but he balances himself and starts his forward progress. "Boastin'? Darlin', I haven't even started to boast!" he calls after her, his family's history coming to the fore upon that slippery log.
His footing is not easily lost, the Ancient Maritime Arts running strong through his blood as he, unbelievably, starts moving faster despite the roll of the log beneath him. She may sit and straddle, but despite his size he simply hurries along, vaulting his way onto the next log. Two off, and the gap still closing. "I don't talk that kind of smack, anyway!" he calls over the roar of rushing water, as a chopper flies by the flume to get the Brit's progress in frame. Soon, he'll be upon her once more, soon! Those eyes never leave her, his intent to harm like an oppressing force with every unerring step.
But is she the one who can't see what's coming now? Like the massive plunge that's coming up after the next few bends, the final descent before a graceful slide to the saw mill.
COMBATSYS: Preston focuses on his next action.
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Sada 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Preston
He's approaching. Sada's grin widens as she raises the kama again. She even twirls it, once, before she points out to him, "You have a disadvantage, even with your weapon! Your weapon is made of a solid material - it transmits your blows, but..."
She crouches slightly, even as the log twists down a curve of descent. She grows more distant from Preston before the loop starts coming back around, her log seperated from his by a meter and a half of empty space.
"It does not have any give to it! And that --"
She twists and begins a curious pattern. She hurls the kama, not quite forwards, but at an angle - the blade is pointed out towards Preston. This first swirling shot does nothing. It spins then up above Preston, posing a threat only to his hairstyle as it makes its first loop around, the chain humming...
The log begins speeding up as the blade completes its orbit, Sada letting out a horrible scream as the added momentum aims the swift-moving blade right at Preston's midsection!
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Preston with Mataemon's Punishment.
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Sada 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Preston
Hairstyle? What hairstyle?
Shaved head with peach-fuzz Preston continues his approach, as the Asian opponent attempts to lecture him on something. He's not entirely sure what, but that sickle of hers is coming dangerously close. He can tell she's building up the momentum, attempting to beguile his defenses --
And it works a treat! That scream comes close to startling him; he expected something poetic from her, given their last encounter and the lectures therein, not the wail of a banshee!
Thus, the blade sinks deep into his midsection as he attempts to clear the last log that separates them. Remarkable, the amount of damage it does, cutting deep into his middle -- and he is driven back, knocked to skid back along the slender log he was traipsing down.
"F-fuck," he grunts, as blood pours from the wound. Gritting his teeth, he wonders just how bad that's going to screw up the meal of Canadian bacon he feels is necessary after this fight. Not to mention the delicious maple syrup.
But if she is going to withdraw the sickle before he has a chance to grab it? She may want to consider it, because right now he's seeing red -- as it pours out of his middle, to wash away down the sides of the log and into the flume. "That fuckin' tickles!" he roars, and brandishes the oar high as he grips onto the sickle's handle. Gathering a full head of steam, he gives a furious pull, intent on dragging her to him -- and at the same time, leaps through the air at her!
Should the two collide, it's the Brit who intends on coming out the victor. He spins in mid-air, seemingly speeding up as he threatens to do the unspeakable.
Payback's a bitch. His stomach hurts. The oar whistles through the air, blade flat -- but snaps out as it nears the Asian girl, the blade flat of the weapon threatening to knock her clear off into next week!
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Man Overboard! from Preston with Asai Harvester.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Preston
Sada had lost her train of thought, and had also realized she was running short of time. Her eyes widen as her chest heaves - she yanks the kama back with a twist of the wrist, tossing it into the air and grasping it by the handle just as Preston leaps. The chain doesn't give him the added advantage of yanking her forwards, but as the log enters a straightaway, there's no way to avoid it!
She's too hurt to endure his strikes, she knows, and there's no real other thing to do. The Asai variant must adapt to changing situations -- she falls to one knee, angling herself forwards and preparing him as he leaps. She lets out another scream, almost a roar, and swipes the kama at his shoulder -- to hurl him to the side of the log! If he's not careful he may overcorrect and bounce into the water itself!
She straightens up with a crooked grin. She says, in slightly thick Japanese, "<Screw you, Elle; speak for yourself.>" In English, she calls back, "Now your shirt is wet too!!"
Alas, poor Preston!
Despite the head of steam he develops, having the sickle yanked out of his body is almost as painful as going in; he sees red, he grits his teeth, and he bears through it. But his strike, when it comes, is met with another of those screams.
The oar whips through -- and goes disastrously off-balance as she snakes in close, slicing at his shoulder when he should've been cleaving her head right off her shoulders.
All that head of steam for naught. The Brit stumbles as a result, his thrust diverted successfully -- and he falls off the log, into the water itself!
Only a hand that snakes out at the last moment saves him from a watery grave, gripping the rear of the log. He trails behind, dragged as the log prepares for the final descent to the saw mill.
Just give him a moment.
He's having a drink.
And he's not wearing a shirt.
COMBATSYS: Preston gains composure.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Preston
There isn't much time left, Sada knows. She breathes heavily and looks down towards the fallen form of Preston. There is a great deal riding on this, she knows. Can it be a clean win? What the hell should she do here? Did they turn the sawmill off? She thinks there's a saw down there somewhere. They WOULD HAVE turned it off... right?
She takes a moment to pull up her chains, so that the kusarigama isn't sticking all over the place. She wraps one loop around her upper arm and looks down towards Preston, before the doubts fade. She shifts her grasp on the kama, taking a step near the end of the log... she takes aim --
She aims a hooking throw to use the blade to grab the Englishman by the back of his pants. She then grips the chain with both hands, lets out another scream, and pushes back with her legs as well as leaning strongly back with her upper body, aiming to forcefully hoist Preston's enormous beefy self up onto the log! By force.
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Preston with Strong Throw.
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Sada 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Preston
Hey not the pants! Rather unceremoniously, the back of Preston's rather soaked pants is caught by the hook. Really now, it's best not to question whether or not said hook is actually piercing his buttocks; likely not, given the mountain of muscle that he is!
On the other hand, it's hooked in a very bad position, and what follows is perhaps the most awe inspiring wedgie Preston has ever received.
His features twist as he feels his undergarments being ripped upwards into his depths. His eyes narrow up at Sada. "What the fuck are you doing!" he shouts at her instead, hardly moved out of the water given the situation
Well two can play at that game, right? Still half-submerged in the water, he attempts to get his Asian opponent to stop in the only way he knows how.
The oar pierces the water, thrust straight at Sada with an intent to thrill! Well probably not, it's going to hit her in the middle really hard if she isn't lucky -- and then, utilizing his strength as only the Brit can, he'll hoist her right off the log and into the air, while still flailing about in the water! It might even give him a chance to crawl onto the log.
The slam itself should be a little more gentle though -- there's ample water to land in!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with Bunting Tosser.
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Sada 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Preston
"Pull - ugh!" Sada's attempt at an explanation as to her 'helpful' move is met with brutal force! The slam into her midsection makes her eyes bug out, and she goes sailing out behind him, into the cold, brutal water! She can live there, at least for a time; she is unlikely, at least, to die there.
She burbles for a moment - and then there is a sudden whirring as, from BENEATH THE SURFACE OF THE WATER, she hurls the weighted end of her kusarigama up towards the looming bulk of Preston! The water slows down the blow, and the splash makes it easier to see coming, at least. As for where Sada is - well, she's probably standing on the bottom of the flume.
Unless she's clinging (sneakily) to that log's bottom!
COMBATSYS: Sada can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Preston dodges Sada's Spite Musashi Art.
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[OOC] Momoko does the fusion dance with Sada so they can become Sadako.
[OOC] Preston QUIT QUIT QUIT
Depositing his plucky opponent into the drink, the Brit finds himself remarkably short of breath but refreshingly cool thanks to all this time in the water! On the other hand, she's far from finished -- well, close to finished -- and launches that weight at him as he trails behind the fast moving log!
Like Jaws, the weight rises from the depths, perceptibly flowed by the fast moving current as the log nears the cusp of the massive fall to the saw mill.
Da-nun. Da-nun-nun-nun.
The weight has no rows of sharp teeth, but it can do a number on the vulnerable Preston nevertheless! Unwittingly, the lad knows not what danger approaches from the depths of the flume! He simply knows that his Asian opponent seems to be gone, and that he's really, really tired.
Tunk.
That's the sound of the weight hitting the end of the log as a weary Preston crawls his soaked ass out of the water, panting atop the log as he holds onto it for grim life. Grim life, one may ask? His eyes have widened. He sees what's ahead. He inhales a curse; "Fu--"
The log plummets over the fall.
--*--
Whizzing past the falls, the SNF Action Chopper films the descent. Much, much later, a picture will be delivered of Preston's face during his descent, like any good log ride should. Arms back high, face contorted in terror, the Brit is the posterchild for log rides across the world and a brief, week-long meme on image boards across the world. Most involve him chargin' something.
The pilot of the chopper maneuvers the vehicle for the perfect shot, but the cameraman is in thick discussion with the director for the SNF shoot.
"Camera 3, make sure you get that shot. That's gold!"
"Hey Control, did we turn off that saw blade?"
"..."
The camera dares pan down the flume, to where the gigantic buzz saw continues to merrily slice through logs as they slam down into the mill.
The Brit's brow twitches violently.
The live feed cuts to a picture of a goat having pulled a power cable out with its teeth, advising technical difficulties.
Log created on 20:20:16 06/16/2007 by Sada, and last modified on 10:39:53 06/17/2007.