Description: Southtown's local ice skating rink is the stage for this particularly odd SNF setup. Assassin versus thief versus whaler and...whales. (Winners: Reed and Mobey)
Downtown has its share of facilities. The YFCC, of note, stands out when most people consider places to see and do while in this end of Southtown. Sadly, it's the Southtown Ice Recreational Center that sees little love. It's been struggling to stay in business, and had to resort to some particularly ‘desperate' measures.
More specifically, hosting a Saturday Night Fight.
Crowds began gathering outside the center rather early, lines forming to buy a ticket to gain access into the rink. So far, business seems good, and likely there are happy managers counting their earnings, filling their pockets. Playing host to the well-loved SNFs is a great way to gain attention and boost business.
Setting up the cameras in a variety of locations, the SNF crews idly mill about, just as the zamboni machine makes one final loop around the rink. Off to the side stands a blonde Englishwoman of modest height, long curled locks pulled up and back, her figure clad in a simple skirt and blouse affair. On her feet are a pair of skates, and she seems quite comfortable in them as she idly converses with a gentleman there on the sidelines.
While the Southtown skating rink isn't as impressive as Lake Geneva in the wintertime, the space is ample enough to provide good old entertainment to various hockey fans or figure skating aficionados. But tonight is the night where all the SNF enthusiasts can come and watch their favorite fighters knock eachother out. The crowd is a mix of sophistication and crude -- a colorful bunch, and one that this particular fighter wouldn't care to pay any attention to. And here's Reed, already at the center of the tussle to come, swerving around in gleaming skates while fudging with a puck left over from one of the resident teams. Using his jet baton as an improvised hockey stick, the teenager thwacks the rubberized disk around, finding little amusement in the supposed fun. In fact, if his lackluster expression could be a testament as to how he'll behave for the rest of the day, he just might be in for a big surprise.
"Hey kid, will you get out of there already?!" One of the crew members shout out to the reedy, young thief, and all Reed does is give him a face, looking like he's about to take that puck and knock it straight into the older guy's mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the kid retorts, glancing aside to the blonde woman in her fashionable attire. Eyes narrow just briefly, but that's about it...if anything, the teen shrugs and minds his own business.
Not all people are /great/ skaters - after all, some people are not teenagers. Whippersnappers! One of those is Richard Mobey, Strolheim's shipmaster. He walks in, his massive harpoon over his shoulder. He pauses and taps an SNF official on the shoulder. "You brought 'em in, lad?"
"Yes."
The old whaler grunts. "Good." He nods briefly to Reed, and then the young Englishwoman, before sitting down heavily on a bench and putting on one skate - and then tying a pair of knives to his wooden leg.
For a while, Lien Neville seems content in conversation. The man she speaks to is well-dressed, a sleek black three-piece suit and tie affair, accented by a pair of stylish eye glasses. Likely, he's the curator of the events to come, or some sort in the upper-echelons of the SNF circuit...or someone entirely else. Regardless, the blonde Englishwoman continues speaking with him until he lifts his gaze and glances past the woman. Then his eyes avert, glancing back to the woman. He says something, to which the woman responds by half-turning and facing the others.
Long locks bob as she sports a brief nod and a pleasant smile, taking her leave of the man. With minimal effort the woman plants a hand on the outer ledge of the rink and hops over, landing on the smooth ice with relative ease and pushing off. Gliding forward on the ice, she approaches the two fighters, young and old, with a playful smile.
"Good afternoon," she states, legs twisting, to bring her blades to a halt on the ice. "A pleasure to meet you both." Stiffening her back, the woman tips her chin lightly, dusky auburn eyes narrowing slightly as she gauges both men.
"Oh bother. These are really unfair odds...but admittedly I've always loved a challenge. Cheers." That said, the woman stands, arms folded neatly behind her back as she awaits to see whether the other fighters take initiative...or not.
At the sight of Mobey, the kid skates straight for him, looking as though he's about to tackle the old man or knock him down flat. Well, all of that pretty much comes to a screeching halt when Reed launches himself into the air and executes a triple salchow, just barely missing the revolving zamboni machine, extemporized 'hockey-stick' in hand. Once he lands at the very edge where carpeted floor meets ice, the shavings fly. "Hey," he waves at the old man, stuffing one hand in his denim pocket. "Some turdwad told me that I¡¯d be skating with you, pops." Tyler gives the old man a funny stare, paying special attention to the artificial limb which seemed to have replaced his leg. Riiggght. Then again, who is he to judge? It's not like he's the cream of the crop anyway, so..
But as Lien makes her way to the two placed along the edge of the rink, Reed's sharp gaze focuses on his nemesis for the day, and wow...what a knock-out! Under normal circumstances, he'd probably wink and try to start some conversation, but at the moment, he's hard-pressed to do that, only because it's his first SNF gig and he's not quite sure what to expect. "Yeah, good luck," he offers, before looking to the old man again. "You ready?"
Mobey's eyes narrow slightly as Reed races towards him, and he braces himself for impact. He's not about to be knocked over - but, well, he isn't anyway! After all, he is never struck. He grunts at the kid, and nods.
He is, himself, rather ambiguous about Reed - kids are never good enough. They never /learn/ what they have to. He stands, balancing fairly well on his skate and awkward knife-skate thing. "I am." He pauses, and looks over at Lien. "Fair ain't somethin' you'll find often."
Amused, to say the least, Lien lets her gaze dance between both fighters, gauging either with an eye of mild scrutiny. Reed and Mobey appear to be opposites; while the young man is lean and of modest height, Mobey towers well over both and is likely twice their size. It's amusing, really. Part of the Englishwoman believes someone in the SNF fight arrangement department has a sense of humor.
Whatever her predicament, the woman glides idly along the ice, arms still linked behind her back. Though she's given a wish of good luck and otherwise spoken to, the blonde does little more than offer an impish smile.
"Thanks," she offers the young man, before briefly averting her gaze to the old whaler. "Believe me, I know," she replies simply, still smiling lightly as she glides along the ice still, content in not making the first move. Instead, she seems otherwise blissfully ignorant to the fight that's supposed to happen. Or so she would have them believe.
"In any case, I figure you both are anxious to start, yes?" she asks, approaching once more before she comes to a pause. Lifting dusky eyes toward either fighter, she offers another grin before she offers a graceful bow at the waist.
"Whenever you two are ready."
COMBATSYS: Lien has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Reed has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Lien takes no action.
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Lien 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Reed
Lien might appear to be playful in this match between the three....well technically, two against one, but that's besides the point. Reed's a little wary. Why? Because if he loses it like he did during his last three anonymous fights, all that great prize money will slip from his fingertips. Instead, the kid races across the rink, putting a fair amount of distance between himself and his female opponent. "Definitely. Let's get this over with." As he tucks his ebony baton under one arm, the teenager levels his gaze with the assassin's, ready to fight. His prelude to his first attack starts off with a ---- wait, is that a double axel? Steel crushes ice as Reed soars, turning...turning...but instead of landing soundly like an Olympic athlete would, his leg whips out to assault the Englishwoman in a modest kick. If she doesn't dodge, she'll be on the receiving end of his bladed black skate.
Mobey hefts his harpoon and nods, grunting as he steps onto the ice. Unlike Lien and Reed, he does not move quickly and lightly. However, his balance is amazingly good, sliding across the ice easily despite his wooden leg. He's slow - but he doesn't have to be fast.
As Reed kicks out at Lien, Mobey grunts and taps the ice once with his harpoon. A rumbling comes faintly from under the ice, and a faint glow surrounds Mobey.
COMBATSYS: Mobey has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Mobey gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Lien dodges Reed's Strong Kick.
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So eager, Reed seems. Grinning slightly at his words, the woman nods her head softly, curly blonde locks bobbing against her shoulders as she holds her ground. Not about to get ahead of herself, the Englishwoman offers the pair of fighters the opportunity to make first strike, smiling wryly all the while. Mobey, unlike the eager young man, seems willing to hold his ground. Briefly, the woman observes him, noting the odd rumble from below before she lifts her auburn eyes.
Just in time, too. Reed exercises an impressive display of footwork on the ice, soaring through the air with his display, coming right for the woman. But just as his foot tenses, ready to lash out at the blonde...she suddenly jerks to life and pushes off her skates, distancing herself from Reed. His foot sails through empty air, the blade of his skate narrowly avoiding her face. And all the while, Lien continues to grin rather playfully.
"Impressive," she notes, giving the youth a slight nod, before she pushes forward and skates at Reed, taking off with an axel of her own. Not as impressive, but the point isn't TO impress; instead, near the landing, a foot lashes out in an attempt to catch the youth with her foot.
COMBATSYS: Reed blocks Lien's Light Kick.
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Reed 0/-------/------=|
He almost had her! That particular thought, first and foremost, races through his mind as his skates crash against ice. Nothing. The aftermath causes some of the ice below to crack --- guess the kick wasn't so modest after all, which kind of puts a damper on his ability to speed. "Well this ain't Disney on Ice, thank God, soo... OOMPH!" Lien's quick kick catches him off guard as he brings his lacquered baton over the sharp edge of her skates. Despite his attempt at keeping her from knocking him down flat, the attack does bruise his knuckles a bit as the steel rakes flesh.
"Alright, this is kinda getting sleepy, even for us. Wanna spice things up a bit?" At that remark, he lifts his baton and sends it hurtling in her direction, keeping the jab fast and light. "HEY! POPS!" Yeah, he's yelling at Mobey over there. "When are you gonna come here and join in on the fun? C'mon!!"
Mobey watches Lien and Reed trade kicks, grunting. His frown is not really so much a frown as a permanent feature - the man is gruff and does not in fact smile a lot. His single eye flicks between the two as he skates forward slowly.
"Space things up, lad?" The whaler actually grins briefly - and then taps the ice again. Hard. The rumble beneath the ice reverberates again - and the ice under Lien and Reed cracks. It cracks more with a thud - and a pygmy sperm whale shatters the ice, leaping from the ice to tackle Lien, trying to knock her under. The whale is obviously well-trained - Reed is left, at least this time, out of the whale's path.
COMBATSYS: Reed successfully hits Lien with Weapon Jab.
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Lien 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Mobey
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Reed 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Mobey successfully hits Lien with Large Thrown Object.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Though her skate's blade strikes little more than the length of Reed's baton, Lien seems less-than troubled; instead, she continues to grin and impish smile, promptly placing her blade back down and pushing off once again. It's a brief reprieve from the two at best. Soon Reed calls out to his teammate, which earns him a mildly curious look from the woman, who turns her eyes toward the older man.
When she looks back, however, the weapon strikes out, lashing her in the gut, but a mild inconvenience at best. But what does inconvenience her is the whale, which suddenly and unexpectedly breaches the ice. A ruckus of ice and water and unexpected sea creatures, Lien disappears briefly in the chaos.
Then a hand shoots out of the water, blindly groping the edge of the broken ice. Pushing down, the woman pulls herself from the icy waters, clearly drenched and looking none too pleased by her newfound predicament. "Ah, how troublesome," she remarks, wringing out her skirt briefly before she skates forward, right for Mobey. Closing in, the Englishwoman will attempt to snare the older man by his collar and twisting, to chuck the whaler over a shoulder and onto the ice.
COMBATSYS: Lien successfully hits Mobey with Quick Throw.
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Lien 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Mobey
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So tasteful, that Lien! Were it Reed whom was the recipient of Mobey's massive whale attack, he would have cursed up a storm, and then some. "Jeezus..." Is all the kid can really manage at this point, as he just watches the gigantic sea mammal burst through ice. "Heh...not bad, old man." The teenaged Liu-bo practitioner skids straight for Lien as she prepares to throw the large elder over her shoulder. "Heads up!!!" The thief leaps into the air, but not before striking his narrow-edged baton over one of the icy cracks. Just to prevent his little vault-maneuver from slipping, of course. His black-clad body bullets towards the drenched beauty in an attempt to strike her above the torso. Specifically? Her clavicle. If his attack is strong enough, it just might put enough pressure to send her colliding backwards.
Mobey stands perfectly still, watching as Lien pulls herself out and skates for him. He raises his harpoon - but as she grabs for him, he simply braces himself and flies through the air, rolling with the blow slightly, getting to his feet - bruised hard, but not anywhere near out for the count.
Grunting, the manskates forward slightly - and swings a hand, glowing faintly. The pygmy whale shatters the ice again - behind Lien. Its tail glows faintly as Mobey utilizes his chi to empower it - and the mighty fluke swings for Lien.
COMBATSYS: Reed successfully hits Lien with Battere il suolo.
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Lien 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Mobey
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Reed 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Lien dodges Mobey's Whale's Wake.
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Thankfully, Lien is a bit more well-mannered than that. Rising out of the cold waters, the woman just primps herself briefly, before skating forward and, in one smooth motion, grabs the whaler and slams him back-first into the ice. Considering his weight and muscle, it's an impressive feat, no doubt. Still, the woman remains focused.
Well, as focused as she can be, that is.
Looking up, the woman catches wind of Reed's assault. Attempting to weave, she's instead struck in the clavicle, sent sailing back across the ice a few feet. Halfway, however, the woman suddenly lodges her skates into the ice itself before she springs forward. The whale breaches the ice again, but the woman's gone. Hand-springing, Lien skates right for Reed in an attempt to grab him by the throat...
COMBATSYS: Reed interrupts Caph Slam from Lien with Spazzare.
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Well that was fast. Not expecting the Brit to actually skate his way so quickly after being struck, Reed turns on his blades just in time to defend himself from the throat-grabbing. The savateur leans back and glides forward in an attempt to knock her off her feet, his stance nice and low as he controls both swing and momentum. One leg remains steady while the other coup de pied's out to catch her in a trip, and if he's successful, she just might land on her backside. But that doesn't mean that he's oblivious to her own succession of blows -- oh no. Whatever attack that she just committed to sends him skating back, smarting from the kind of reparation that was just too fast for him to really break down, piece by piece. Instead, he's massaging the back of his shoulders, glancing between his teammate and his opponent. Things are going to get worse from here.
Honestly, Mobey wouldn't mind if you swore. He's heard them all, he's a sailor. As his whale manages to miss Lien, he shakes his head, frowning a bit deeper. Skating forward slowly, he moves for Lien, as Reed manages to handle her attack.
As he gets close, his arm flashes out with surprising speed for an old man. As a whaler, his arm learned strength and speed - and as a fighter, he's adapted it to more than just throwing harpoons. If he can get a grip on Lien, she will get hurled back towards the hole in the ice the whale made the first time.
COMBATSYS: Mobey successfully hits Lien with Half Breach.
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Just as Lien gets her hands on Reed and makes the first kick at his skull she's suddenly interrupted in her attempts. Her feet swept out from underneath her, that other foot of his catching her in the side, sent crashing into the icy floor once more. Slowly the woman rises thereafter, giving her posterior a delicate rubbing as she straightens her back a touch. "My, my," she remarks aloud, though to no one in particular. "I do wonder if I am getting a touch too old for this sometimes."
But Reed still isn't the only concern she has here. Mobey still poses a modest threat, and thus those dusky auburn eyes roll his direction as he ambles in. Try as she may to duck and avoid the strike he aims at her, she's not swift enough; struck, she's thrown by the neck and right into the hole with a splash. For a moment, she doesn't resurface.
Again, the woman's arm shoots up, and from the hole she reemerges. Soaked to the bone, she again attempts to wring out her skirt and blouse, before doing the same to her hair. In the back of her mind, Lien just hopes she doesn't get hypothermia from all this ice and cold air.
Give her a moment. She just needs a chance to catch her breath a bit.
COMBATSYS: Lien gains composure.
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Lien 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Mobey
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And tonight, the crowd is back. That much is evident by the cheering and the shouting amongst the fight fans that have come to see the match with its skewed ratio of 2:1. Either Lien's a really skilled fighter to have been put in this position, and she's just faking it all for a good exhibition match, or she really /is/ outnumbered by the two challengers here --- those not without their own skill. Reed's about to find out. In an effort to put his best offensive forward, the thief dashes along the ice, waiting for just the right moment to heat things up. So the English bird is cold, eh? A burst of conflagrant green chi licks his baton as he swings his arm back, aiming mighty high for this little spurt of excitement to work. Mighty high, as in undulating his staff forward to catch Lien in a crushing uppercut --- an uppercut meant to crack solid bone and send his adversary flying.
Mobey's scowl lightens a bit. He's proud of his strength - and rightly so. You don't get scouted by Wolfgang Krauser for nothing. Skating forward slowly, he taps his harpoon on the ice again - three times. Again, there is a rumble beneath the ice. Again, the ice cracks - under Mobey.
The whale comes up beneath him, slamming into the air with its nose - but he's curled himself up a bit, and is riding through it. The pygmy sperm whale flies out of the water, rolls in the air - and as it comes down, it bats him with its tail, sending the huge old whaler flying - towards Lien.
COMBATSYS: Lien dodges Reed's Flaming Lips.
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COMBATSYS: Lien dodges Mobey's Large Thrown Object.
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The odds are against Lien, but the tiny grin on her lips does not seem to fade in the least. Sure, she's taken her share of hits so far, but that doesn't mean she can't have a grin on her face, however frustrating the situation itself may be.
With one final squeeze applied to long curly blonde locks, Lien lifts her gaze, eyes peering across the ice toward the duo. Why yes, the British woman is a touch on the warm side. However, she appears to be in no mood to warm up, despite how generous and offer Reed provides, by way of flaming green chi. Skating back, the woman moves swiftly, avoiding the strange uppercut altogether.
It's about then the rink jars again, a strange look haunting the woman's soft face. Again a whale breaches the ice, but this time the whale doesn't attack her. Instead, Mobey himself soars at her, attempting to fly and ultimately crash into her. Another push, and the woman avoids the impact altogether by a hair's breadth.
She begins to skate swiftly around the rink thereafter, much to the uncertainty of the crowd. However carefree she may seem, there is a rhyme and reason, which becomes apparent when the Englishwoman suddenly leaps up high into the air. At the peak, however, Lien descends swiftly, the heel of her skate aimed right for Reed's chest as she delivers a particularly shrill kiai.
COMBATSYS: Reed blocks Lien's Azelfafage.
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All of these crushing blows --- well, his own effort to execute them anyhow, does manage to wear him down a bit. Is he a goner though? No, not yet, considering that he's pretty used to blocking by now, which is the case in his current scenario as that ultra-sharp skate endeavors to knock him out. But instead of allowing that to happen, the kid flexes his muscle and swerves just in time to bring his unarmed tricep up against the deadly Azelfafage. This causes no small amount of pain in the end. Reed grits his teeth as the attack is dealt with --- mind you, of his own volition. He doesn't counter this afterwards; instead, he gathers what strength he has left to think about what to do next.
COMBATSYS: Reed gains composure.
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Mobey rolls into the water, having flown past Lien - but as he drags himself out, he doesn't seem to discomfitted by it. It comes with being an old sailor. Getting to his feet, he turns to face Lien and Reed, slowly skating towards them. As he does, he glows faintly. He's been largely ignored by Lien, except for that one throw - a mistake?
COMBATSYS: Mobey gathers his will.
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Despite the attack being shielded, Lien seems far from nonplused about it; she simply follows through, landing just past the lean young man in a slight crouch. Pushing off once again, the Englishwoman skates beyond, giving him a chance to catch his breath. No matter. She'll set her sights on the old whaler, who is apparently glowing and moving at slow speeds.
Tilting her head a bit, the woman purses her lips before she simply pulls them into a coy grin once again. "Ah, forgive me," she remarks, watching as he closes in. "This might hurt just a bit." And what, precisely, does this mean?
As she charges forward, she suddenly takes to the air in an impressive leap. Midair, however, she lifts her heel high and attempts to bring not her foot down, but instead the sharp blade of her skate in an attempt to otherwise lodge it into his chest before dragging it down and along his broad chest, lest his defenses prove mightier than the skate.
COMBATSYS: Mobey blocks Lien's Random Weapon.
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Reed doesn't do much at the moment, except focus on what's the come. The kid watches as the blonde assassin lands past him, keeping his eye on her all the while as she ascends the air and brings that dangerous skate down on Mobey.....
Hmm, no. This can't be too good. With a frown, Tyler starts chasing after Lien again, and this time, it's his baton that does the striking. It's not the fastest of attacks, but it'll be enough to cripple her should she get caught in the forthcoming action. The midnight stick crashes towards the small of her back....but will it hit?
Mobey grunts as Lien skates towards him. "Yer /far/ too polite, lass." As he says this, his arm comes up, smacking the skate with his open palm. While the palm is cut open, blood leaking from it, the man does not wince. He refuses to wince. Pain isn't something an old sailor who's lost limbs should show.
Instead, as Lien is close to him, lifts his harpoon, jerking his arm to keep the dragging skate from hurting him too badly - and tries to shove the harpoon into Lien. If he manages to do that, the huge whaler will suddenly turn and bull forward on his skates, using his weight to make his speed enough. The harpoon will be dragged along behind him on its chain - and so will Lien. And then his arm will come forward, send Lien and the harpoon flying forward - and then the harpoon will jerk out of Lien, stuck on its chain.
If he hits her, that is.
COMBATSYS: Lien dodges Reed's Deep Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Mobey successfully hits Lien with Nantucket Sleigh Ride.
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The blade lashes out, striking not the man's chest, but rather, his palm. Blood spills, but the man remains stern. His words, however, earn him the tiniest of grins as she lands, skating a touch past him with her arms again folded behind her back. It's then abouts her ears catch the distant hiss of blades through ice behind her. Without so much as turning to regard the youthful Reed, Lien simply and quite deftly weaves to the side, letting the stick whiz past her. "Oh my."
Unfortunately, she's not so lucky with the burly sailor. Stabbed rather unexpectedly, and with enough brutality to earn him a few boos from the audience, the woman is tugged along behind the large man before the spear itself is yanked out of her midriff with a spray of red. First she's thrown into the water. Then her blouse is ruined with blood. A bother, indeed.
But she grins. "Mighty impressive, mister whaler," she remarks. ..before she skates forward and toward him. Only when she's a few feet from him does she skid to a halt and lift her leg high before she crashes the heel down at his chest and ultimately to the ground. The result? A blast of white chi erupts, the outer edge of the gout of energy tinged with pink to blast the old sailor back.
Well, it wasn't fast enough to nail her, but at least Mobey got the upper hand this time. OUCH, is pretty much Reed's first thought as the blonde Englishwoman is harpooned. That can't be too good; and what's even more amazing is that she appears to be as tough as the burly old sailor over there, taking the attack the way she did without even emitting a scream. Once some of the gore is over with, however, the spunky savateur skates back, preparing himself for what's to come.
COMBATSYS: Reed focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Mobey fails to interrupt Assault Type - Shaula from Lien with Whale's Wake.
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"I learned it from a good teacher." Mobey gives Lien a faint grin - only there for a second. He doesn't care about the crowd. He's doing this because a good fight is something he /enjoys/. As the chi erupts from Lien, he attempts to gather his own chi, to strike at her through her attack - but he is far to slow, and while his body glows, it is not fast enough, and he is slammed down to the ground. Getting back to his feet heavily, he shakes himself. "Ergh...not bad yerself, lass."
Though he attempts to cut the woman short, it seems the endeavor slips past his sure fingers. Struck, the older man is sent crashing against the ice. Rather than leap in for the proverbial kill, Lien instead skates back. His compliment earns him a smile, auburn eyes alight with good cheer and delight as she focuses on the old whaler. "You're both pretty swift," she remarks, sparing a glance toward the stick-wielding youth. "These are harder odds than I imagined they would be." Though wounded, she hardly seems put off or deterred by it. If anything, it's just encouragement to fight harder.
Another glance spared over her shoulder toward Reed, it would seem that, for now, he's forgotten. Instead, the woman skates for Mobey once again, only to suddenly perform another axel spin and attempt to kick the old, aged whaler in the ribs with the toe of her skate.
Well that was unexpected! Reed was sure she'd try to retaliate by getting on his offensive, but it appears as though she's just wants to get a crack at the old bloke's defenses. "You know, you're a pretty good sport about all of this...both of you are." The first comment is directed at Lien, then his light-tricked gaze tracks Mobey's own steel blue. Needless to say, the youth is impressed. But...
"I'm not done yet, sweetheart!" Reed speeds right ahead, straight for Lien as he achieves an imposing Russian split mid-air, displaying the range of flexibility geared towards those minor savate adherents. That split would hit her just the way a light kick would...if it ever made its way to its intended target
COMBATSYS: Mobey Toughs Out Lien's Light Kick!!
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"Ain't they, though?" As Lien skates for him, he stands stock still. The kick flies for him - and he doesn't move. He stays stick still - and when it hits, there is a thunk as if it had struck wood.
Which it did. His harpoon is in the way. Without seeming to move, it had gotten between the skate and his chest.
The harpoon shifts, and Mobey bulls forward, twisting and slamming the wooden shaft of it for Lien's torso. "Odds ain't easy, lass."
COMBATSYS: Mobey successfully hits Lien with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Reed successfully hits Lien with Light Kick.
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Lien 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Mobey
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Reed 0/-------/---====|
Though Mobey doesn't move out of harm's way, his stick takes the brunt of the blow. Mildly bemused by this, the woman simply tilts her head to one side before she grins, nodding softly. "Thank you. And...perhaps," she replies, to both. Odds aren't in her favor, and it shows when she's suddenly struck hard in the torso. It seems to aid Reed in the process; stumbling back into his odd split-kick, she's jarred again, her body twirling before she almost falls. Almost.
The lady's got a bit of spirit left in her, and her spirit tells her to go right for old Mobey. Pivoting harshly on her skate, the woman lifts an arm high and, in one swipe, attempts to rock the old sailor swiftly with a fierce karate chop to his neck...
COMBATSYS: Lien can no longer fight.
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Reed 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Mobey
COMBATSYS: Lien successfully hits Mobey with Zaniah.
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Reed 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Mobey
It doesn't take very much to know who won this fight ---- Mobey, and that massive whale of his. Reed was just along for the ride, and he knows it, watching the last bit of Lien's attack make its way to the old man. "Hmn." He glances at Mobey as he's struck, shrugging rather vaguely before skating towards the British woman. "Great fight," he offers, before looking to Mobey with those vivid green eyes. "Well old man, looks like you're the star tonight. I'm gonna go and get myself a soda or something."
The old whaler watches Lien as she attacks him. He doesn't move fast - and can't possibly get out of the way. That hand is too fast. It slams into his neck, sending him stumbling back, almost slipping on the ice. He catches himself with his harpoon, stabbing the ice - and shattering it, falling beneath the water.
Moments later, the pygmy sperm whale breaches again, tossing Mobey from the water, allowing him to land - well, not lightly, but at least on his feat. His grin is brief, but it exists. "Thank you, lad. T'weren't all my doing." He turns, and pulls out a large fish, throwing it to the whale.
Log created on 20:12:51 06/30/2007 by Lien, and last modified on 19:09:39 07/05/2007.