Description: Teacup Rides. Cotton Candy. Corndogs. Carousel rides. Dream Amusement Park has it all--and a Saturday Night Fight to boot! Todoh and Seijyun's Sada square off against three-fourths of Pacific Resistance in a match of epic proportions. Witness as the park is torn apart and ninja skills are employed, and behold as Luc displays an entirely new and creative use for corndogs! (Not like THAT.) But the question is...who will win?? (Winner: Pacific Resistance)
The Dream Amusement Park. Fun for the entire family at all times... even on Saturday nights where fights are right around the corner! SNF officials have not provided a very good outline for where in the park this is exactly taking place. In fact, the official word appears to be "wherever it ends up within the park grounds."
Ryuhaku Todoh, that wily man that keeps popping out of weird places, stumbles off a dangerously fast carousel ride and promptly rests off a dizzy head against the red fence around it. Fellow carnival goers seem to pass right by him as he promptly throws up on the ground next to himself. If there's a camera nearby, he's not... exactly charming worldwide audiences.
In fact, there is. The camera crews are beginning to gather around the perimeter of the local carousel ride. Maybe they've found out that the various combatants are inbound towards this various spot by chance and fate! (Yeah right.)
"What's wrong, old man?" Sada says - to give a literal translation. She's carrying what is probably not fooling anyone who knows her as being anything other than the storage case for her kusarigama. The ignorant, however, may mistake it for a instrument case of some kind!
The carousel ride was fun for her; she sat backwards, sidesaddle, and played to the occasional camera. Not that it's going to end up anywhere, most likely, but who knows? As a result, her hair is slightly mussed, but otherwise she is nearly immaculate.
She tugs a cellphone out of her jacket pocket, checking it for a moment. "We don't have long," she tells Todoh in a low voice, "so get it all out before they show up, OK?"
"We are NOT riding the teacups again."
A team that plays together, stays together, and what better chance for a team to bond prior to their big team-centric debut as a threesome, albeit without their plucky Brazilian member, than at an amusement park? The crowds give way near the carousal, as the appointed time for the start of the brawl counts down. They gave way for Pacific Resistance.
It's hard to really say who gets the home-field advantage for this brawl, given that most, if not all of them, simply rode across town to get here. But the crowds do part, at least for the member of PR that's gaining a bit of infamy for his mouth, if not his prowess with the weapon slanted across his shoulders.
Preston stands tall; he knows no other way to stand. He also stands topless, as per usual, and under spotlights he positively gleams already. On the other hand though, it seems the ride on the teacups has been not to his liking, to judge by the line his mouth is pressed down into, and the haggard look he sports. "Time to get this thing started," he declares loudly anyway, lifting the oar off of his shoulders to slam it down, butt-first, into the ground in front of him.
He positively bulges, muscles rippling as directs a not-so-subtle warning to the opposition; he has muscles! You've been warned!
"Quit being a big baby. It was fun. After the fight let's do it again!!"
In the company of the towering Briton is none other than Pacific Resistance's leader herself, Marisol O'Connell, strutting forward as she lifts her arms high overhead. Looking strangely cheerful for once, the redhead marches along, toward the general area set aside for the SNF fight, wherever that is. Fortunately, it doesn't take long to spot the crews setting things up and into proper order.
Approaching the other team, consisting of the (in)famous Ryuhaku Todoh and his teammate Sada, the grin on the half-Spanish girl's lips pulls wider, curling at the corners of her mouth. From her side an arm shoots up, a make-shift greeting of sorts offered to the two as she and her teammates approach.
"Well hello again, Songbird," the girl remarks, obviously to Sada as they get within reasonable speaking distance. "Who'd have thought they'd put us up against each other again? It's a little weird." Briefly the redhead considers this, a finger pressing to her lips softly. A beat, and those shoulders of her shrug, her eyes hooding in amusement.
"Oh well."
Shifting her feet beneath her, Marisol thrusts a finger forward, pointing it at Sada, singling her out. "Look out this time, Sada! I brought my teammates this time. As old and elderly as yours may be, do not underestimate the power of youth in numbers!"
Fortunately Marisol doesn't offer a hime-laugh; instead she offers a swift smirk, before she merely crouches, to tie up her shock-white sneakers tightly around her feet until an official gets this shindig started.
"Go to hell! So what if I like the teacups?! It's a fun ride, you thick-headed jackass--"
Pacific Resistance, in all it's 3/4ths of glory, enters the sectioned off slice of the amusement park slated for Saturday Night Fight -- and likely, just in the nick of time. The team gaining notoriety for being loud-mouthed, delinquent and generally just plain jerks cuts a path towards Todoh and Sada, with Preston making his grand, topless, muscley appearance first. A team that plays together, stays together. Alternatively, a team that wantonly throws insults at each other is bound to be closer than glue. Right?
Making his way besides the half-Spaniard and the Not Really Gentle Giant Brit, Luc Schroedinger looks -- as typical -- irritable and bored. Scratching the back of his head as he walks out towards the gaping clearing in the amusement park, the young German looks around him with an only half-interested glance, gaze lingering, for a moment, on Todoh.
"... huh. We're gonna fight this geezer?" the German asks, jerking a thumb towards Todoh. He yawns here, looking absolutely unimpressed with the duo before them. "He doesn't look strong at all. He just looks..." He squints.
"... old. Maaaan..."
Rather than continuing, though, Luc takes this moment to stretch out his arms in a lazy, half-assed motion, rolling his neck in preparation. He's hoping this will be interesting. At the very least, in his experience -- old people tend to be at least a little strong. Maybe because their mind is too far-gone to remember to be cautious or even remember how to feel pain. He doesn't know. He just hopes--
"This better not be boring."
COMBATSYS: Todoh has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Sada has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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"Egggh." The older man groans in response to Sada's polite concern as he grabs at the red fence to pull himself up. "Mrrrgh. Mmmph." He brings a hand to his head pathetically, peering out towards the carousel again. This is pretty much nothing like what people saw a week ago when one Kain R. Heinlein tore through the Todoh family like the Kyokugen dojo. (Yeah. Someone went there.)
"Back in our day we never had them go... so... fast..." He breathes in and out. He sure doesn't look to be in top form! Why, this reminds him of a certain time in 1997 when a bunch of young women went to celebrate something or another. He was only half as sick after riding that carousel! And by the time the Pacific Resistance comes along (namely, when Preston thumps the oar into the dirt), his head snaps up. "GAAAAAAAAAH!! They're here already?!"
There is a sudden shift in his disposition and apparent physical health when he decides to simply dart away from his spot near the carousel fence and behind the Merry-Go-Round. Was it the manly muscles of Preston? The sarcastic dismissal of Luc? The almighty sass of Marisol? The answer is...
"YEH HAH HAH HAAAAH!!" The laughter echoes as Ryuhaku Todoh positions himself on the top of the spinning carousel, which is for the moment not in operation. There he is, on top of it like nothing's happened! A fan bearing the flag of Japan is drawn out of his vest, raised to the sky mockingly before lowering slowly to fan himself. "Today you witness the mysteries and wonders of the Todoh style for yourselves!" He gave this pitch last week, and everybody who's anybody knows what happened. Maybe everybody but the elder Todoh himself.
The fan disappears into his vest as he leaps off the carousel top with arms raised into the air in a direction that would appear to indicate Luc is about to get a face full of someone who 'doesn't look strong at all.' As the arms come down, so too does a segmented wave of blocky yellow-orange chi, the likes of which the world has never known*! It is punctuated by a most hearty, most spirited, most confident "HEEYAH!"
Someone doesn't appreciate Luc's initial disappointments!
*(if they live under a rock)
COMBATSYS: Preston has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Ah, two out of three people who Sada has met. She gives Preston a brief, relatively nonchalant salute, which he may interpret as he pleases; she also sets her case down and starts digging her weapon out of it. "Maybe they liked it when we sang," she calls back to Marisol, seemingly in good humor - and then her attention goes over towards the German.
Her eyes narrow slightly, but instead of frowning, she smiles again. Face your troubles with a smile! The fact that it is rather sharklike is an unfortunate coincidence of how her face is built, nothing more. Those sure are a lot of teeth.
But then the old man steps up, unleashing a mysterious attack. She is not sure of the nature of - oh who are we kidding; it's a Kasane Ate. She turns her attention towards Marisol, walking towards her to say, in a friendly tone, "The ground should be more difficult --"
She whips the chain out to the side, hurling at /Preston's/ legs with a crouching twist, to try and yank them out from under him. "--for you to explode, here!"
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Preston with Odani Foundation Art.
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Busy flexing at the time, Preston's bulging tapers off as the elderly gentleman makes a re-appearance atop the carousal... and then things just turn what can only be described as; "That's just fuckin' weird."
Meanwhile though, there's a salute given in his direction from the Asian opponent -- and he offers a curt nod in return. It seems that their paths keep crossing, with Sada becoming more and more acquainted with each member of the team. Calling a spade a spade, the Brit watches as the festivities commence with the brilliant flash of chi hurtling for the mule of the team. Yeah, you're the jackass, Luc!
And it's the deceptiveness of Sada that proves very useful, as her underhanded tactic makes dividends. Busy watching the old man at the time, he abruptly feels the chain circling his meaty left thigh -- and then there's that horrible feeling he's a little too familiar of, of the chain digging into his flesh, each link biting through his pants. "Oh, here we go again," he declares, although he fails to fall. Instead, that leg threatens to slide out from under him, drawn in Sada's direction -- if not for his sudden flex, and the massive slam of his other boot into the ground!
"C'mon, we've done this dance twice before, you really that eager for a third?" he questions the Asian, squinting at her as he attempts to shake off the chain. Even still, he whips that massive oar about and slashes the air between him and his assailant -- and a wave of white-blue chi emanates, slashing for her!
Without any real hesitations, the fight begins.
With Todoh leaping onto the stopped carousel laughing like mad, Marisol can't help but to watch the old man, offering him a look of obvious uncertainty. He's waving fans, to boot? She thinks she recognizes him, but she can't really place the face. Puzzled, Marisol lets a hand lift, idly rubbing the back of her head before she shrugs.
"Never heard of it," she responds, gray eyes flickering elsewhere. Namely, onto Sada, as she digs her weapon out of its case. "You're the singer," she clarifies, offering a lopsided smirk. "I just punch things." As she suddenly and swiftly MOVES, however, Marisol swiftly enters a boxer's stance. Perhaps fortunate is she when the attack doesn't come.
Easing up a bit, she offers a laugh, clarifying Sada with: "You make a mistake there. I can blow ANYTHING up." The grin on her full lips widens only a scant bit.. .before it suddenly drops and a finger jerks out, pointing at Luc as Todoh descends at him, chi flaring.
"Luc Schroedinger! You better not lose to some old man waving fans! If you DO you have to buy the team dinner tonight, you hear??" Words of encouragement, if ever there were any!
COMBATSYS: Marisol assists Luc.
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COMBATSYS: Luc blocks Todoh's Kasane Ate.
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|=------\-------\0 Preston
Meanwhile, you know, it's just not Saturday Night Fight without an audience. Hell, even when people fight on a /volcano/, somebody or other is bound to show up. If it's in Southtown, much less a popularly frequented spot? There's bound to be tons of people! So too this particular bout, even if it is going to range all over the place, has inherited its own knot of onlookers and well-wishers, cheering on one side or the other or maybe even both for the sheer joy of watching folks beat the stuffing out of each other.
However, some onlookers just want to jeer somebody involved in the match. This would explain the presence of a tall, dark-haired boy, carrying a slender cloth-wrapped bundle in one hand, and a large piece of violent orange bristol board in his other. Of course, the latter is a sign and, as the fight gets into full swing and certain red-haired lunatics start yelling at their teammates, the lean, wiry teenager holds his sign aloft. It's written on in black marker, in large block letters so as to be easily visible, and it's written on in English.
It says: PACIFIC RESISTANCE SUCKS!!
Who could this mysterious hater be?!
Man, what is wrong with this old guy? Is he really just crazy, or something? Luc honestly can't tell if Todoh is being serious, or just trying to be funny. Either way? It's annoying him to no end. Green eyes narrow to slits as he stares at the posing Ryuhaku, his legs spreading slightly as his right hand jams into his pocket. His left? Scratches idly at his ear in a gesture of distinct distaste.
"Do you ever shut up, you geezer?! C'mon and hit something already!!" Probably Not Wise to provoke the Todoh, but Luc has mouthed off to worse people and been beaten into a pulp for it. It's probably not going to stop him now. Right hand slips out of the German's pocket, almost as if in preparation, and as the old man comes...
... Luc is actually, -momentarily- shocked by how fast Todoh swings down upon him. Yellow chi crackles into existence, and bears down upon the German. But as it comes -- he hears a distinct, shrill voice.
"Whu-- LIKE HELL I'M PAYING FOR DINNER! SCREW OFF!!" And, as Luc hollars at Marisol -- almost entirely out of instinct alone, on both counts -- he thrusts BOTH his hands forward, stopping Todoh's surge of chi cold. His body staggers back a step, before he LASHES out with his forearms, dispersing the attack. Whoever said annoyance was a distraction?
"Heh... you're pretty good." Luc begins, wiping his mouth with his left sleeve. In an instant, he springs -forward-, carrying himself at Todoh in a single, fast jump kick -- aiming to plant his shoe straight into the other man's chest. Black-blue chi spirals around his leg, before releasing itself in a sudden SURGE of power meant to carry through in a miniature tidal wave of force, exploding upon contact with Todoh. "THEN THIS SHOULD BE INTERESTING!!"
COMBATSYS: Todoh blocks Luc's Tyrant Strike.
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|=------\-------\0 Preston
Todoh lands with a perfect two point landing from the dramatic leaping Kasane Ate of Perfect Cinematic Power(tm)! "Hm! So you have survived the first taste of the awesome might of the Todoh way!" This is the usual sort of fighter dialogue between people who imagine themselves invincible. "Well then!!"
All of a sudden, his stomach rumbles. He looks down at his gut and realizes that he actually hasn't eaten anything today as Luc leaps up and charges at him with a wave of black-blue chip from his leg. It is a very powerful visual effect, sure to bring in the cheers from the crowds and pain and suffering to those who stand against the might of Luc Schrodinger!
A dust explosion occurs, obscuring the two fighters. When it clears, Todoh's simply braced the impact with his upper arm, if that tiny little bruise is any indication. It doesn't look like it knocked Ryuhaku Todoh off his feet. "Gahhh!! I haven't eaten!" He whines loudly as he starts to dash over towards the local corndog stand. "ONE CORNDOG!!" He yells out to the vendor. He stops in mid-stride. Hmm.
He decides to try and grab Luc by the arm. As if the sheer audacity of tugging at his arm so hard isn't enough, he hurls him towards the corndog stand. "Go get yourself one too!" With his free hand he pats at his pockets. "Gaah! Where's my change?! Oh well, you go buy them!"
Ryuhaku Todoh, the ultimate freeloader.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with White Horses.
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"Oh, are you unhappy about fighting me?" Sada asks Preston with a somewhat less bloodthirsty smile while running around past him, as if she's daring him to turn and face her - perhaps to keep his power off the old man!
She yanks the chain back in and then her eyes widen as the oar sweeps down, the enormous blast sending her flying, skirt bunching partway up as she lands, with a grunt and a rattle of chain, over in...
Well, Todoh was hungry, but now he is not. The reason for this is what Sada just landed in. She lets out a snarl of disgust, leaping to her feet and looking down at the length of skirt which is now -
A quick swipe of the kama and she is now in a significantly shorter, but no longer disgusting, skirt. Then she looks back to Preston, pointing at him with that self-same kama: "Dishonoring the uniform of my school - that isn't something I can take..."
Her eyes slide over to Todoh. "You just threw up, old man!" she shouts at him, her voice resonant and clear. "I landed in it!!" Having expressed this discontent, she turns towards Preston, perhaps blaming him, and lets out a scream as she charges for him, raising the scythe above her head to swing down like a pickaxe!
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Sada's Fierce Strike.
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|====---\-------\0 Preston
Watching Sada disappear after receiving his blast is somewhat satisfying to Preston. What isn't so tasty is the speech that comes afterwards, as his would-be opponent apparently lands herself into something particularly rotten.
Still, with her cutting her skirt all the shorter, it depends some kind of flippant response, right? "Hey, keep ya clothes on, luv; they're not that hard-up for ratings!" In turn, perhaps he deserves what follows. The scream is issued, and the scythe comes swinging down into his body -- and he simply spreads his arms slightly, letting his barrel-like chest accept the weapon as it slashes across his front.
A fine spray of scarlet signifies the damage dealt... but is she taking leave of her senses? "When are people gonna fuckin' learn not to get up in my grill?" he says down at her, a herald for violence.
With her that close, he takes advantage; his massive hand reaches for her, seemingly to take the plucky Asian firm in hand -- but in reality, he wants her to move, right into the sudden path of his oar, as the massive blade of it swings through to try and knock her senseless, if not sprawling onto the ground!
Offering a contented smirk as Luc sufficiently handles Todoh's particularly nasty-looking attack, Marisol's gaze drifts once more. However, just as she's about to turn her attentions back onto the exchange between Preston and Sada, there's something that catches her eyes. Something white. Something with black, poorly-scrawled writing on it. Something...held by Tenma.
Twitching a brow, Marisol's gray eyes snap shut, her jaw squaring in annoyance. One day, she swears, she will kill him. Or at least punch him so hard he doesn't exist anymore. Someday.
But there is a fight afoot! Glancing toward Preston, she observes the two, before rolling her shoulders. The two seem to be doing just fine with one another. So what option does that leave Marisol? "Feh," tossing her head, she briefly snorts before she adds, particularly loud, "Can't handle an old man, eh!?"
So when Todoh grabs at Luc to hurl him, if only to force the German boy in getting him a corndog, Marisol darts forward and weaves, attempting to weave around and punch the old man in the stomach. Should it land, she'll grab him by the face and introduce it to her knee, then deliver a fierce vertical kick straight to old man Todoh's jaw!
COMBATSYS: Luc interrupts Medium Throw from Todoh with Explosive Round.
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For a moment after Luc makes contact with Todoh, his attention is ripped away from the fight. It's a very, very rare moment indeed, and whoever must have taken his gaze -away- from the potent old man currently kicking his ass must be someone devious, someone vile, something ENTIRELY FRIGHTENING--
"FUCK OFF, HOBO!" Or, he just has a burning urge to tell off Tenma.
It's important.
Still, Luc lands smoothly even after his attack is so deftly guarded against. Intense green gaze levels on Tenma as he lands in a crouch, and he rather crudely offers the young boy a response to his poorly written sign... in the form of a middle finger. On live television, no less, though debatably his words earlier would be even worse. He'd expand upon it more, except--
--except Todoh is suddenly grabbing his arm and insisting Luc buy him corndogs. "What the hell..." the German begins in a low growl, black electricity crackling between his fingertips. As Todoh thrusts, Luc twists in midair, disrupting the throw in mid-motion to thrust his free hand right in front of Todoh's face.
"... I'm not BUYING YOU CORNDOGS, YOU OLD FREAK!" Snap. In a single fingersnap, energy surges from between Luc's fingers in a blazing sphere of black-blue chi, rupturing explosively at point-blank range -- right in Todoh's face. Luc still goes flying, but tucks as he goes, so that when he strikes the corndog stand he is braced for it. Wood splinters out as the front counter is absolutely demolished, and Luc comes to an ultimate stop after his head knocks against the nearby wall. Ooph.
"... hate... corndogs."
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Todoh with Chain Reaction.
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"I DON'T COUNT THAT HOT DOG SLOP AS FOOD!" Todoh yells back at Sada's complaints about his predicament. Okay, he lied about not having anything to eat up until now but he sure didn't enjoy whatever it is he ate. He probably wouldn't like the corndog much either, but that's all the offer at this particular corner of the carnival. The noodles are all over on the other side of the "fine" establishment.
Right in the middle of his quest for the awesome(?) corndog, he gets a rude, abrupt awakening at the hands (and chi) of Luc's point-blank blue-and-black chi explosion right to the cheek. Saliva goes flying in a variety of patterns that all end in Kasane Ate-like descents, the impact such that he loses his footing as he is enveloped briefly in black and blue flaming chi! His finely honed aura doesn't allow this to stick for long.
But here comes Marisol to the rescue of her teammate! She manages to catch a flying Todoh in the gut handily before grabbing him by the head and nailing his jaw with such ferocity that now several other parts of him are black and blue too, the momentum enough to send him hurtling into the target of a dunking booth! An angry midget swears in some very old and thick Japanese accent as the operator of that particular attraction hands him a small teddy bear prize.
Todoh gets up dazedly with a bear in his lap. "Eh? Hmm..." He studies the bear in his hands. "This doesn't look like a corndog!!" It seems like it'll take quite a bit more than that to put the elder Todoh off his game as he dashes back towards Luc. But wait! While passing by Marisol to try and get closer, he thrusts the bear into her with such force and vigor that it is completely indistinguishable from a good ol'-fashioned punch to the jaw.
Either way, she's getting the prize he just won.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Medium Strike from Preston with Asai Harvester.
- Power hit! -
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Now, Tenma's sign isn't that poorly written. AND IT'S ORANGE, not white. Perhaps Marisol is colourblind? Anyway, the leader of the Guardian Kings is quite conscious of the fact that he's briefly gotten Marisol's attention, and then that Luc is, as usual, yelling at him. "SHUT UP, MONKEY, OTHERWISE YOU'RE GONNA GET BEAT BY SOME OLD LOSER!!" the Gedo swordsman bellows back, but obviously the exchange doesn't go quite that simply! Still, he's not here to cheer Todoh and Sada on earlier, he's just here to be a jerk. And enjoy watching his two least favourite people get beat up!
"Pig!" Sada replies with the first part of Preston's statement, following through and taking a step back as she flicks the blood off the kama. Her head lifts up towards Preston, the man looming over the smaller girl as he makes his ominous statement - and for a moment, she grins, spreading her own arms out.
The chain on the kusari's end wraps around that oar, weighting it and sending it whipping off to the side to bounce, harmlessly, against the ground. Sada's head lowers, hair hanging in her face as she says in her droll, deep voice, "And when will the English learn --"
The kama slices through the air, hooking and shoving aside Preston's arm as Sada runs up along his legs and stomach, doing a backflip off of his /injured chest/ as she cries, "NOT TO BRAG!"
While flipping, she travels some distance; a twist of the wrist loosens the grasp on the man's oar, yanking it forwards to perhaps make him scramble forward to keep hold of it. She stands facing him, her back to a goldfish-catching stall, forgetting about abusing the old man to say, "Your moves are powerful, but slow! If you let someone within a thirty centimeter range, you can't hope to stop them before they can strike!"
Who elected her expert? Possibly the goldfish behind her.
That oar taken from his grip, what should have been a very easy strike turns into something very different as Sada abuses him instead. There's a heavy grunt from the lad as his arm is sliced into, and he stumbles back a step or three as the lithe girl runs up his chest and backflips away. "Spry little fuck," he growls, giving his arm a little shake to clear it of excess blood as he watches her mouth off at him.
"You've got speed, but you know the moment I hit you that you're going to crumple like paper, you fuckin' twat," the Brit knows how to abuse, and he does just that, the smirk on his face growing.
Bereft of his oar, he turns his attention to his surrounds. And what's that he sees over yonder? After a quick little jog Preston returns with a giant mallet over his shoulder, the kind used to ring a bell and win a prize.
"You Asians love fish, right?"
If she's going to be handing out advice like a paper columnist, then the least the Brit can do is ensure she's all wet like a hobo's blanket. Sliding forward, he swings through -- everything linear, but remarkably fast -- in an uppercut, the mallet aiming to catch her under the jaw -- and send her right into her charming backdrop!
COMBATSYS: Todoh successfully hits Marisol with Fierce Punch.
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A double-team attack, courtesy of Luc and Marisol! There's a certain expression of contentedness on the redhead's face as Luc's explosion briefly rocks the old man, but it fades swiftly - making her move, she unleashes a threefold attack on old man Ryuhaku, sending the Todoh soaring up and ultimately crashing into the target of the dunking booth. This alone causes the redhead to look on mild disbelief before she laughs.
At least until the old man suddenly comes charging at her. Blinking once, she does the only thing she knows to do in a situation such as this:
Take that bear to the gut like a man - more man than Tenma could ever hope to be! At least, she had hoped to. The bear strikes her fiercely, causing the girl's feet to skid noisily against the gravel beneath her feet. It takes her a moment, but with a shake of her head, the redhead seems back in the game. Grabbing the bear, she tosses it aside with a snort.
"Wow, Preston. What'd you do to piss the Songbird over there off?" the half-Spaniard calls out to her teammate, looking thoroughly amused at the harsh words Sada chooses to sling at him. "And really, you should watch your mouth, you know!"
Whatever the plight of Preston, Marisol's attentions snap back onto Todoh. "That kind of hurt, but really. I bet you hit harder than that." Gray eyes narrow, lips curling into a Cheshire's smirk before she suddenly charges forward, a fist swinging straight for the gut of Todoh. Again.
Slowly, Luc takes stock of his situation. Splinters of wood stuck in his leg. Angry employee yelling at him in some language he has to figure is Martian or Moon-people, or something. Corndogs raining down all around him--
--corndogs. Buy Todoh corndogs, the old man had said. Instantly, an annoyed expression crosses the German's eyes and lips, intermingling with the excitement inherent in him in any battle the berserker partakes in.
"You want corndogs, you ass? Fine..."
The German comes to a quick, hopping stand. The employee, wearing a giant hat in the shape of a corndog, begins wagging a finger at him, continuing to bark out things in languages he doesn't understand. Luc furrows his brows, stares, and then? ... just flicks the man in the forehead, sending him reeling back. "Stupid foreigners." Luc deigns not to take into consideration the fact that he's actually the foreigner here, not the other man. Like it even matters.
Still, it seems that Marisol is having problems. Luc sweeps out with either hand, grasping a hold of a handful of frozen corndogs into either hand. Instantly, a polished shoe is slapping against what remains of the stand's counter, and as Todoh rushes by Marisol, Luc SPRINGBOARDS right off the stand... and straight towards Todoh, thrusting his corndog-laden fists straight towards the man.
"HAVE SOME CORNDOGS!!"
As Luc flies, black fire surges around his grip, extending into those hotdogs. His intention is to just RAM all those corndogs straight into Todoh's face, some maybe even cramming into his mouth, and ALL of them coated in a sheath of black-blue power for extra spicey goodness. EAT THE CHI DOGS, TODOH.
COMBATSYS: Todoh dodges Marisol's Medium Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Todoh with Medium Punch.
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Todoh continues on his warpath for corndogs! Come Takuma or high water, he'll have them all right! He straightens out his trousers along the way, dusting off dirt and other stuff from his brief contact with the carnival grounds'... ground. He points a hand upwards as he continues walking right by Marisol. He misses her lunging punch more on the virtue of luck and continuing to walk in the direction of the corndog vendor at such an angle that it only glances at his back with a brush rather than an impact. "The ways of the Todoh style are powerful and awe-inspiring!! I will demonstrate after my corndog!"
And in dismissing Marisol, continues along the way where he sees that Luc got corndogs. A lot of corndogs. "Ah! Corndogs! You got some for everybody! Yeh hah hah! Touch--" He kind of ignores the fact that Luc's delivery of them is with violent intentions as he crams powerful, spicy chi-laden corndogs into his throat! Ryuhaku's eyes almost bug right out of his face as he stumbles back a fair distance. They are so spicy, so mouth-watering spicy... clearly, the most noble of cheap carnival food is the chi-laden corndog! Who knows how many Luc crammed into his mouth! But it's enough that he starts to cough as he doesn't spit them out. No, he enjoys them even as they tickle his throat!
His attention falls upon a different facet of the battle. Preston says some very unkind things to Sada, whom goes to the same school as his daughter. He doesn't want to see anybody talking to his daughter like that! In fact, he takes it upon himself to do what may be the one good deed he has done in quite some time.
He marches up towards Preston, corndogs still in his mouth as he tries to pick him up from the neck and the belt. But why is this? This is to try and stuff him into a nearby trash can. "MMMFMMMFR MMMF HM HMM HM MMFHMMFMMG HMMMF HMMHMMF!!"
The 'Please Don't Litter' sign glistens with this karmic act of waste disposal!
COMBATSYS: Sada dodges Preston's Bunting Tosser.
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|=====--\-------\0 Preston
It's a mallet! Sada briefly reconsiders the potential wisdom of having yanked the oar away from the man. (It's not wrecked - but he will have to go over, crouch down next to it, and pick it up. Possibly before it flickers and vanishes.) Then, the mallet's coming towards her--
She leans backwards, landing on her hands and knees in a reverse stand for a moment as the strike goes long. She's caught here, her spine slightly overflexed, for a moment. Oh man, she thinks, this could really hurt before very long. I should do something --
Aha! she thinks, pressing both ankles together and twisting around to aim a sharp kick at the inside of Preston's leg as he lunges forwards. This has to be fair game -- it's what they do in football all the time!
After this she falls down, rolling to the side and pushing herself back up to her feet. That was probably hard.
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Todoh's Bodyslam.
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COMBATSYS: Preston interrupts Strong Kick from Sada with Queen's Regulations.
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Rugal goes home.
Yes, she really is too agile for her own, good isn't she? The mallet whistles through the air, and the Brit spends a moment to consider his options -- and naturally have a chat with his teammates!
"What can I say? She wants me that hard," the Brit responds to his half-Spaniard leader, gaze cutting back from Marisol in time to give Sada, of all things, a set of puckered lips and the proverbial blown kiss. Lifting the hammer onto his shoulder, he... finds the old man approaching him with a mouth full of corn and dogs. "Sorry sunshine, what the hell are you tryin' to say there?"
The moment is delayed though, as Sada kicks at his inner leg -- well that's just mean, now isn't it? The attempt to take away his vertical base is abused, and he disabuses her of the very notion as the hammer swings through not once, not twice, but thrice. Maybe NOW she'll enjoy that scenic backdrop of gold fish, because she's not going to roll her way out of that! Well, she might.
But what Todoh intends becomes rather clear when Preston is gripped by the belt and neck and hoisted up -- but no, no, he's not going into the trash! Gripping the edges of the can as the elderly man exerts considerable strength to try and get his bulk in there; he instead fumbles out of the man's grip and rolls off to the side. On instinct, his hand closes on the flashing oar that he's ended up beside, and he looks up just in time before it fades away! Whew!
His smirk reappears. "Didn't your fuckin' mother, who I presume is now a skeletal corpse in a cardboard box somewhere, ever tell you not to talk with your bloody mouth full?"
Marisol's punch misses, but in the most peculiar of fashions. Blinking as the man just seems to walk on past her, gray eyes follow with mild disbelief, before simply narrowing. Oh man. Oh MAN. That old man is...
"Insane." He's just insane. But amusing, especially with a mouth full of chi-laced hotdogs, courtesy of Luc Schroedinger. At his display, the half-Spaniard furrows her brows slightly before she smirks, brows furrowed. "You're kind of a jerk, Luc," she remarks, lifting a hand up to idly flip a lock of red hair from her shoulder. "Didn't your mom tell you to be careful with the elderly!" Her hand thrusts forward again, pointing at Luc. "You might break a hip!"
Her thoughts stray as the other team seem to gang up on Preston, perhaps to the dismay of the Pacific Resistance leader. Tsking softly, the redhead charges forward, smoky depths intense as she hoods her gaze, focusing it on Todoh as she closes in. Only when she's near does she swing, to clock the old Todoh upside the head!
"IF she likes you, Preston!" the girl calls out to her teammate, "Maybe you should be nicer and ask her to ride the Tunnel of Love with you later!?"
What? Todoh... -isn't- going to attack Marisol or Luc? The German blinks as, after getting a heaping helping of burning chilidogs, the man staggers backwards... and then ignores the two completely to go help gang up on Preston. Luc stands. He squints. And then, he loudly proclaims:
"That's stupid!"
Rubbing the back of his head irritably, the German is almost completely intent on marching over and kicking Todoh right in the head before angrily berating the man for taking his attention off -his opponents-. But then, something else crosses his mind. He looks between Sada, and Todoh, and Preston, and the exchange between the three of them... and then comes to a decision.
"Hey! He threw me into the hotdog stand, don't give me that crap! He wanted corndogs and he looks pretty damn happy eating them. What a senile psycho." But, Luc's arguing with Marisol doesn't last too long. Soon, his attention focuses in on Sada, watching as Preston beats the holy hell out of her with his oar. His response?
Luc runs straight at Sada as soon as Preston is done, becoming a blur of speed as he seeks to do one, simple thing: boot the poor girl in the head, accompanied by a sudden, explosive BOOM of black-blue chi. "GRAAAAAAAAH!!" Well, if TODOH is going to switch up, Luc will just see what Sada's got!
COMBATSYS: Todoh endures Marisol's Light Punch.
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Todoh gives a Disdainful Old Man Glare to Preston as he overpowers his grip before being introduced to the trash can fully. "MMFH MMH HMMF HMF HMM HMMMFMM!!" Whatever it was, it may have been a promise that next time won't be so lucky! (Or even just that, word for word.) He doesn't seem to be paying much attention when Marisol makes light of his age. Brittle old man hip?!
She manages to punch him in the back of his head. He doesn't seem to react much to this. Instead, a partially eaten CHI CORNDOG (sans chi, for its aura of unhealthiness have long since extinguished the chi burn) pops out. He catches it in one hand while Luc starts running towards Sada. Obviously, he's about too late to stop her from doing anything to this young lady who goes to the same school as his daughter, but despite being /himself/ (which implies lots of things), he at least has some care for Kasumi's fellow classmates! Or maybe he's just transposing Kasumi onto Sada.
There's really only one thing to do with Luc, who has been so kind as to give him all these corndogs he is still enjoying! Corndog in hand, he tries to grab Luc in much the same way he just did to Preston over there. With a minor, but noteworthy difference.
He not only tries to slam Luc into that exact same trashcan... he intends to give him his fair share and drop the corndog in after him! Maybe it's the local way of saying "thank you for buying me all these corndogs and forcefeeding them to me!"
COMBATSYS: Sada blocks Luc's Light Kick.
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|=======\=------\1 Preston
The repeated slams of the hammer send Sada flying backwards towards those tanks full of goldfish. Will they all be spilled out dramatically?! She hits the side - but the durable plastic survives, and she topples over with an enormous splash.
There's a few more, and a rattle of the chain falling down, before she pushes herself back up and over the side - the tank doesn't tip over. Water, after all, is enormously heavy. She drips as she lands in a crouch, staring balefully at Preston -- when suddenly, German!?
When the fast young man's foot comes out, Sada brings up her kama-bearing arm, the shock hitting the wooden handle - and practically ripping her arm out of its socket. "What the hell?!" she cries, the shock of the chi stinging even if much of it got redirected back into the chain. "Ngh -" She advances towards the tall man, not even using the chain as she aims to slam one arm into his not-that-far-away waist and shove him down to the brutal, wet, goldfish-laden floor!
"Tunnel of love? Don't give me that shit, why don't you do something more useful than just slappin' the old guy upside the head, girl!" Yes, don't mind Preston; if everybody is going to turn their attention to each other, he's going to just... take a knee, as it were.
Remaining where he is, he lifts the oar in front of him, and simply... takes a breather.
COMBATSYS: Preston gains composure.
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"Oh ho ho! Preston has a cruuuush!" Marisol calls back, a swift retort offered in the wake of his jab. As for the old man and slapping remark, the redhead just scoffs, tossing her head to one side before she rolls her eyes. "And I AM doing something, you know! Look at you, sitting there on the ground. Get up!"
Briefly, Marisol finds herself caught in a conundrum. It would seem that, for the interim, Luc has the attentions of Sada and Todoh. This can't be good, right? What's a Marisol to do, then? Frowning a touch, the redhead lifts a hand, gently rubbing the side of her neck...before she makes her decision. Those gray eyes square on Sada.
"On second thought, Preston, stay there. You'd just get in the way, you bulky bastard!"
With a grind of gravel beneath sneakers, Marisol charges toward Sada, attempting to sock her twice across the face with a pair of hooks. Should they connect, she twists her body, to slam both fists into the girl's chest, coupled with a blast of fiery dandelion-yellow chi.
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Todoh's Bodyslam.
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COMBATSYS: Luc interrupts Medium Throw from Sada with Aufstand Welle.
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Now THAT'S more like it. Luc has the attentio of both the wily, crazy old man and his weapon-wielding cohort. What more could he ask for? The fact that he happens to bring the heat off Preston long enough so that he can catch his breath might make Luc look like a selfless guy, but really --
--He only did it so he could fight Todoh and Sada at once. What a team player!!
But that still means he has to -deal- with Todoh and Sada, which might be more difficult than anticipated. First comes Ryuhaku, sweeping in to grab up Luc. The strange thing is, the boy? Doesn't try to stop it. He's lifted, and thrust towards that trash can. But just before he is... his legs and arms snap out, bringing himself to a painful halt RIGHT against the can before he can simply be dumped inside. "You call THAT an attack?!" Luc bellows out, just as that corndog falls on top of him. "That's NOTHING -- and I'm not hungry! What is wrong with you, you stupid--"
And it's just then that -Sada- grasps onto him by the waist, intent on slamming him into the ground. And so she does, but as it happens? She might note the sheathe of black chi that wraps almost entirely around Luc's body, like a little cocoon. And as the German strikes the ground... he explodes.
Not literally. Instead, that chi propells him STRAIGHT up the instant he touches the ground in an eruption of force, carrying Sada along with him as he tackles the girl into the air, still covered by that burning, black chi. Soaring upwards, Luc gives a single, blood-curdling yell... before that entire field around him BURSTS in an explosion, launching Sada away from him and likely into the ground below -- in a very, very unpleasant manner.
Around the time of the proper dumping (and jumping) of Luc, Ryuhaku Todoh has decided he has probably had enough of his fill of corndogs, wastefully spitting the food into the trash bin as a giant black and blue chi explosion occurs. The trash can itself strikes against Todoh, dumping a whole bunch of garbage onto him in an embarrassing display of, I don't know, whatever they put into the garbage cans around here. Like a bunch of half-eaten corndogs.
He smiles. That creepy "knowing old man" smile. "Yeh," he goes. "Hah... hah..." That half-eaten burger drifts off his long, black, silky tresses... and some strange purple-colored ink too, which is probably another little item in the long line of utter non-sequiturs that fights seem to contain these days.
"WHAT KIND OF A CHI EXPLOSION IS THAT?!" Todoh pumps his arms and draws in ever closer to Luc, conveniently blocking a camera from him. "YOU WANT TO SEE HOW TO DO CHI RIGHT?! WELL STEP ON UP, BECAUSE THIS IS A FREE LESSON," he asides very quickly, "practice this at home, kids!"
Then turns back to the wake of the awesome chisplosion as he rears his hands up. "NOW WITNESS THE FINEST CHI-HONING TECHNIQUE YOU WILL EVER SEE!" And just like that, he takes a step back to let it work its magic as three large, blocky chunks of yellowish-orangeish chi form in the air, promising the world insight into the marvelous power of the...
Oh, who are we kidding?
COMBATSYS: Sada counters El Matador from Marisol with Cut Trapped Grain.
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Sada curses chi itself. She curses the blood of the earth and the energy that forms life, because it's ALWAYS THE TRICK. When Luc explodes upwards, Sada is dragged along, lips drawing back from her teeth before she is sent down again, slamming into a cotton candy maker. The turny-spinny thing that produces it falls over, and fluffy sugar floats in the air.
Sada rises, staggering a little - and spits a little blood off to the side, which is perhaps unladylike but also probably neccessary. "Yare yare," she says, before remembering her manners (and her English). "I didn't know... that you were so worried about my power. Perhaps -" Her eyes flick towards the oncoming Marisol. "You should all -"
She sees the fists coming and ducks, saying again, "Form a line-" as she brings the kama up, her ringlets damaged again (she needs a new hairstyle, stat!) by the near contact with those burning fists; she swings it down then, sinking it into Marisol's leg and using this as an anchor point to twist to her side before yanking it back out...
Then she twirls the kusari, once, her back now facing that most ladylike of rides - the teacups! - as she concludes her short speech: "So I can CUT YOU DOWN without straining myself!"
"Oh, you're a funny one today, aren't ya, luv?" Preston replies to Marisol, as the supposed leader of the team goes into it thick and fast with Sada -- although the way it ends is hardly all that promising for the redhead.
On the other hand though... He gets up, and as the Asian continues her speech, simply walks up from an angle to the rear and aims to kick her square in the ass, as hard as he can muster. "Boastful speeches is my thing, you slut!" he roars as his boot aims to claim another victim! Let the teacups claim a victim as well.
He rubs his chin, stumble thumbed as he contemplates something that's just come to him; "Come to think of it, I don't think I've really gone on a rant yet, have I? Mari, have I?"
Worried about Sada's power? The remark earns the Seijyun girl an odd look, but soon enough Marisol is tearing a path straight for her, fists swinging. But something isn't right - those solid fists of the half-Spaniard girl aren't biting into soft flesh. Quite the contrary. They're whizzing through empty air. Which means one thing. Either Sada has avoided her altogether...or worse.
It's ALWAYS the worse.
A flash of white invades the redhead's vision as, quite unexpected and suddenly, the kama is raised and stabbed right into the girl's leg. It draws a hiss from the girl, eyes going wide as she glances down, staring at the Seijyun songstress with a look of muted disbelief. But just as soon as she stares down, the other girl twists and rips the kama free, a spray of red painting the ground before her.
Marisol staggers slightly afterwards, but rather than frown...she sports a broad smirk. Is the Seijyun girl finally playing for keeps? "Well, I try to be funny," she responds finally, sparing a glance over a shoulder as the young Brit comes charging forward, to plant a foot into Sada. Taking the cue, the girl sports a wide, predatory smirk. "No, you haven't. I think that's a GOOD thing."
Then she's off, blazing a trail straight for Sada, intent on swinging a fist - hard, and planting it straight into poor Sada's face.
COMBATSYS: Luc blocks Todoh's Fierce Kasane Ate.
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What... what the hell is that old man doing?
Luc lands easily from his rapid ascent, cracking his neck in a dull, half-interested fashion as he looks back towards the descending Sada. "Hmph. Man, is this old dude the only interesting opponent...?" His focus, as he says this, comes back upon Todoh just as he... starts hollaring. Right in his face.
Loudly.
"..." Luc blinks, stares. And then he frowns. Oh god does he frown big. "WHY ARE YOU YELLING, YOU RETARDED OLD MAN?! GO BACK TO THE HOME, I'VE SEEN CRIPPLES STRONGER THAN YOU!" Luc -jabs- a finger at Todoh as he makes his bold proclamations, fury raging up in his green gaze. "You think you're so great?! Then c'mon..." Luc's legs brace, in preparation. That rabidly angry look? Now melts away to a very off-kilter, manic grin.
"-SHOW ME ALREADY-!!"
And so Todoh does. In the form of those blocky, ugly slives of yellow-orange chi that propel forward. Much like what Luc saw before, except now -- there's -three- of them. His eyes widen, but not out of shock. No, instead, it's -anticipation- and -thrill- that set his eyelids snapping as wide as possible, the muslces of his arms straining as he thrusts forward...
... and headbutts the incoming blasts of energy.
First, his head slams into that primary chunk of chi, dispersing it in a largely harmless explosion. Then, the second, Luc's charge continues only vaguely hindered as he crashes into that Kasane Ate fiercely, his thick skull doing marvelous work to destroy that chi. By the third one, though, his momentum has slowed down... and when it hits, though it all disperses in an explosion? It's enough to send Luc reeling backwards, landing right against that carousol with an unpleasant-sounding -WHUD-. His body (mostly his head) is smoking, but he looks... largely unharmed. But for right now? Even with Luc's thick skull, that took enough to require a rare breaky time.
"... heh..."
COMBATSYS: Luc gains composure.
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Some of that chi explosion washes back into Ryuhaku's face. It brushes off quite a bit of the garbage still stuck to him nicely and adds a bit of a windblown look! He even gives pause at some of that. There's headstrong and there's HEADSTRONG as his present focus, Luc, goes barreling over to the carousel. While poor Sada is left to bravely face down certain defeat by the hands of her previous opponent and a big angry Englishman with an oar, Todoh leaps into further action as Luc laughs at his own predicament.
Todoh comes down to Luc's side. He promptly draws a fan and thrusts it out in front of his face to block off the camera with a big smile. This is the face of a man confident in his personal situation against the young punks of Pacific High! Moments later he lowers the arm and seeks to uppercut Luc in the chin with said fan, looking to launch him into the seat of that carousel ride that Ryuhaku Todoh himself found going far too fast.
He wants to know what Luc had for lunch!
COMBATSYS: Sada full-parries Preston's Light Kick!
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COMBATSYS: Sada parries Marisol's Medium Punch!
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Sada's eyes widen slightly and then glint as she hears Preston's words. She can see him coming, and she spins around in the opposite direction, letting the chain with the kusari on it trail after her, the weight picking up momentum and straightening out. The kick is answered with a sharp slap to the side and a step as well, Sada's orbit continuing...
"They say," she continues when she turns to face Marisol for a moment, seeing that fist blaze a brutal trail towards her face, "that when your opponent starts to boast," and here she raises the kama to exactly one inch in front of her face, holding it steady as the slam that was meant to strike her in the face dissipates into it, "he has already lost."
Preston may not like how she said 'he', especially when she continues spinning -- tossing the kusari with a suddenly foreshortened motion to try and wrap it around him.
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Sada's Avenging Anegawa EX.
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Sada keeps turning as she concludes, "You're good fighters, but sometimes --"
And then she bends over double, extending one leg and straining every muscle in her own - which is considerable, beneath the floppy schoolgirl socks - to use herself as the fulcrum for a sudden, brutal throw to try to send Preston tumbling forwards...
Into the teacups, where he belongs!! "You're too vulgar!"
Well, he hasn't lost yet. Sada may have proven a little too swift for him to plant a boot into her ass, and he may label her all sorts of names, and she may indeed have sent him for a tumble into the teacups, but...
He's still standing, and isn't that what matters right now, as the fight continues? "Oh, you take my vulgarity seriously?" the Brit questions as he rests his hands upon the closest teacup. Briefly, he exerts his innate ability to harness chi, slicing into bolts before he issues a MASSIVE heave of his own --
-- and lifts one of the teacups up from its mounting, right up and over his head. If he bulged before, he's monstrous now, veins protruding every which way as his body protrudes with definition.
"Now I could've sworn I said we weren't gonna ride the fuckin' teacups again."
That said, the vulgar Brit issues a roar as he charges forward, intent on ending the night for Sada in the only way he knows how; violently, by crushing her with the teacup, bringing it down towards her with ill intent!
Another miss?
Blinking slowly as her fist strikes the kama of Sada's impressive weapon, the redhead is quick to backpedal, as it were, a touch surprised by this turn of events. How? And what's more, she dodged Preston, too? Furrowing red brows, the half-Spaniard girl privately grits her teeth behind full lips. This is getting ridiculous!
No matter. Exhaling, she lets herself calm a bit, offering the Seijyun girl a lopsided grin and a half-hearted shrug. "But I'm not boasting," she explains...but soon it dawns. He? Then that means...
Frowning, the girl's gray eyes swiftly follow the trail of the kusari for her teammate. Fortunately for, perhaps, everyone involved on their side, the guy is made of sterner stuff, and handles it rather efficiently - and brings a teacup into the equation. It earns him a blink from the redhead, but this distraction buys Marisol time. With a breath inward, she drops a hand to her side, palm facing outwards. In the center, a spark of yellow chi erupts, swirling in her palm and growing larger, coalescing into a decently-sized sphere of translucent energy.
Then, she exhales.
In one sweeping motion that sphere arcs upward and descends, aimed right for Sada's back - or whatever may get struck first, if anything.
COMBATSYS: Luc blocks Todoh's Random Weapon.
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Todoh 1/-----==/=======|=======\===----\1 Luc
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Sada 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
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Kasane Ates: dealt with. Fan: dealt with.
Sort of.
As brutally tough as Luc is (and he is quite brutally tough, so very brutally tough), it's getting difficult to take on Todoh all by his lonesome. This old man is a lot more than he lets on, and Luc is starting to realize he's getting beat up just by guarding against the man's assaults.
Case in point: when that fan comes down, Luc brings his arms up to defend against it, letting it strike against his forearms. The -force- of it is still great enough, however, to send Luc right into the air in a most unpleasant way, soaring bodily before he he twists and recovers himself. Instead of landing on the seat as intended, though, the German grasps onto one of the poles attaching the carousel rides to the carousel itself. And as he begins to spin, away from Todoh, he lifts a hand, flings it forward...
... and a tiny, crackling lance of black power strikes the ground just under Todoh's feet.
A moment later? All that energy EXPLODES outward in a giant spear of power, crackling with black-blue chi as it seeks to engulf Todoh... and send him blasting off, even as Luc begins to circulate around the carousel ride. "GRAAAAAAGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Todoh slows Uberlastung Lanze from Luc with Kasane Ate.
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Todoh 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Luc
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Sada 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
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|=======\=------\1 Preston
Ryuhaku Todoh is a man of persistence! As Luc grasps the pole, Todoh watches on from just outside the carousel. "Enjoy the riiiiiide!" He starts to fan Luc goodbye. Well, Luc's lunch. Or maybe he's looking forward to meeting it. Who knows what the crazy old man is thinking.
There's a little bit of a tingly feeling that tickles the bottom of his socks. "Now why don't we get this ride started?!" He brings up his hands again, angling himself as if he were ready to fan the carousel along... with the greatest technique of them all! As the yellow blocky chi segments begin to form to demonstrate to those who aren't in the know (and if anybody in this fight is still not in the know, one would pity them), throwing the hands straight down...
Only for a gigantic spear of black-blue chi to pop up right underneath - and through - the descending Kasane Ate! The impact throws Todoh back over the red fence and, thanks to its low height, over it. He lands on his head and upper back.
"Yeh hah hah! That packed a kick!" He thinks /he/ did it.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Sada with Random Weapon.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Sada with Rolling Star.
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"At Seijyun," Sada says with a solemn look and a slight bow of her head, "we take our virtue seriously." She then lifts her head because there is a teacup ride being thrown at her. She backs up, twirling the kusari around as if she's going to KNOCK IT AWAY, but it bounces, once, and slams into her. She lets out a cry as she staggers...
Just in time to be struck by that descending spiritual bomb! It bursts against her, searing the cloth she wears and sending a peculiar stabbing sensation, like too much sunlight, through her entire body. "Agh!" she cries out, the world going briefly gray - but she can't let this pass so simply. They can't just let - the /world/ is what matters. No, forget the world. Japan! She staggers, then, towards the crowd, ending up, sweaty, bleeding, and obviously on the verge of collapse... next to Tenma.
She looks up at Tenma, and his sign of protest, and feels something come over her. "You, of all people," she says in thick Kyoto-accented Japanese, "must understand the importance, of rising up for what you believe in...!" And then she staggers behind him...
In order to grab him by the shirt cuff with one hand, the hook of the kama on the seat of the pants with the other, and with a hellacious banzai scream which comes close to being some sort of terrifying howl, hurls him with every microscopic ounce of energy in her body!!
Towards Marisol.
COMBATSYS: Sada can no longer fight.
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After throwing around a teacup like that, the brutish Brit is rather tired. But he's not about to take a backseat, not when Luc has been plugging away at Todoh for so long. Well... alright, maybe he'll just take a moment to figure out what the hell is going on with the elderly man and his German teammate.
"You know, I'm really drawing empty on topics to rant about," he says to nobody in particularly, watching as Tenma is forced to enter the fray. Briefly, he considers doing something heroic; like leaping in the way -- but hey, after that tease earlier about having a girlfriend, he decides that the redhead of their team can damn well fend for herself.
Instead he moves over to a cotton candy machine, peering into it. An idea formulates as he finds a battery and a rubber band... Don't mind him for now.
COMBATSYS: Preston focuses on his next action.
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|=======\==-----\1 Preston
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Sada's Large Thrown Object.
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His tactics were a touch brutal. Marisol will confess to that much. However, it would seem wielding a teacup against a dainty girl like Sada proves effective. Struck harshly, even Marisol is given reason to wince slightly in sympathy before she exhales...and throws the sphere of fiery yellow spirit energy right at the ninja-like kusari-wielding Seijyun girl. Really, the redhead feels a little sorry for Sada...but this is a fight, after all.
Her shaky steps seem to lead her toward the crowd and, more specifically, near Tenma, the bane of Marisol's existence. For a moment the half-Spaniard girl seems bemused, and more so as words are seemingly exchanged from the Seijyun girl to the Gedo boy. What is she saying..?
It becomes somewhat clear as Tenma is suddenly hefted up and ultimately hurled RIGHT at her. For a moment Marisol stares, dumbfounded that Sada did this to begin with. Then it becomes apparent that it's Tenma sailing right for her. Tenma. Scowling, the redhead squares her shoulders, eyes hooding dangerously as she watches and waits. Then?
She ducks and covers her head, letting the likes of Tenma soar overhead. Only after the loud WHOOSH of cloth and skin passes does she blink and rise up, pivoting on her heel to see where the heck Tenma wound up after his nice flight, courtesy of Sada...which would appear to be a nice big pile of garbage bags. Then, without hesitation, the girl offers a sharp bark of a laugh and a point of her finger.
"Serves you right, TENMA," the girl taunts. "That's what you get for bringing that crappy sign of yours to this little SNF NO ONE invited YOU to!"
He's otherwise forgotten in favor of the remaining fighter, however. About-facing, the redhead focuses on Todoh once again, her lips pulled into a broad smirk. Coiling her hands at her sides, she draws on that odd yellowy energy, points of light drifting around her feet as she stands in a gust of mild, unnatural winds. She appears to be biding her time.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gathers her will.
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|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Of course, Tenma was just there, you know. Holding up his sign, shouting jeers at the fighters, ogling the girls a little bit. Minding his own business! But then, much to his surprise, Sada gets blasted into the audience and lands by him as the normals scatter to avoid getting landed on. "What the fu--" starts the Gedo swordsman, but he finds himself surprisingly unable to defend against this bizarre maneuver from the tiny girl from Seijyun, which results in his taking a sudden and unexpected flight, towards Marisol?!
And the WORST PART is that he loses his sign, the violent orange square of bristol board landing on the ground, no doubt to be trampled by the various fighters, the big black letters still reading PACIFIC RESISTANCE SUCKS, shouting defiance at the heavens!
Also, if he ever finds out who left garbage lying in the middle of the park, he's going to murder them. Like, twice. An extremely nonplussed expression stares up, upside down, at Marisol as she turns towards him and taunts his way. Oh yeah, that's real good. "It's a public place, you dumb hag," he snaps back, but of course Marisol is too busy getting back to her fight and making her chi thing, which causes a gust of wind and you know what? Tenma's not /that/ far behind her, given where Sada was throwing him. So, his voice is definitely going to be heard again.
"/Nice/ panties, Red. I didn't figure you for the type to wear ones with l'il animals on, though." Tenma's probably lying, but that's not really the point, is it?
While Preston is busy playing MacGuyver and Marisol is busy sidestepping Tenma and making fun of him (a noble act that should receive much praise), Luc is... well.
Luc is having a fun time riding the carousel.
'Fun' would be something of a misnomer. The fact is, he's severely lacking in opportunity to leap off the pole he now finds himself clinging one-handedly to in a haphazard fashion. The thing is going dizzyingly fast, to the point that Luc doesn't even know what the results of his assault were on Todoh. All he knows, is that he's not being punched, and he's having a hard time getting back to the punching. And this upsets him.
What Luc -does- get a good look at as he spins around and around, though, is the subsequent removal of Sada from the fight, and her chucking homeless people around like missiles. Blinking and peering as the sight grows smaller and smaller and is eventually shut out from his gaze altogether, Luc is just in earshot of Tenma and Marisol as he hears the two arguing. And so, when he rotates around, he has this to say, bellowing voice dimming every time the carousel rotates:
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeey... ... STUUUUUUUUUUUpiiiiiiiiiiiid... STOP LETTING THE HOoooboooo... DISTRACT YOuuuuuu...!!"
At about the last word that comes out of Luc's mouth, as he loops around again... he LEAPS in one dizzying blur of motion, landing harshly in a roll and coming to a stop several feet from Marisol. He pauses, looks up at her. Frowns. And then:
"Go beat up the old guy, Marisol! Stop standing around like a clown!" At least he called her Marisol. Nevermind the fact that he's not attacking. He's a little woozy.
"And... I hate clowns!" And a little disoriented.
COMBATSYS: Luc assists Marisol.
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Todoh's a little slow getting up off the ground from that last little stunt of his that blew up in his face while Luc enjoys the carousel ride. He stretches and cracks his back. Sada's passing is not, by all visible appearances, noted by the "master" of his family art even as Luc flies off the carousel and lands nearby.
Todoh casually moves by the focusing will of Marisol and her little black-and-blue chi-loving friend too. "Go find your teddy bear!" He points a finger at her scoldingly along the way. "I worked hard to win that for you!" He's lying, of course, but dismisses her flowing yellowy energy and those neat chi-powered winds. Maybe he is not terribly impressed by her mastery over her chi (just yet)!
That's when Ryuhaku Todoh, the wily man that he is, saunters up behind Preston. He claps his hands above his head audibly in a moment of focus and maybe also garnering attention. "Hey kids!" He yells out to the obvious cameras. "Don't you hate it when all those bullies in this tough little town creep up behind you and do THIS?!"
As if to demonstrate a point, he tries to dunk Preston's head into the cotton candy mixer and hold it there for as long as he allows the elder fighter to, attempting to lift him up off the seat of his pants for further insult! If he, in fact, lets him. Preston has not been very gentlemanly.
Maybe there's a polite British teenager in there who is willing to show respect to their elders in entirely foreign nations by POLITELY CHOKING ON COTTON CANDY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Sada flops bonelessly in the crowd area now, apparently not passing out but certainly pancaking on the ground. She groans for a moment, but pushes herself up to a sitting position a moment later, gathering up the kusarigama with faint and painstaking difficulty.
COMBATSYS: Todoh successfully hits Preston with Strong Throw.
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Just. As. Planned.
Aware that the temptation of the cotton candy machine, otherwise known as fairy floss to those who speak the Queen's English, Preston rather craftily lured the elderly gentleman in. He lured him in, and even as his head is dunked into the machine... he simply takes it all in stride.
Suffice it to say, eventually he pushes his way out of the machine, after spinning for quite a little bit of time, with most of his upperbody coated in the candy. In short order, he eats his way through enough of it to speak.
"Why am I not fuckin' surprised that you sneak up behind kids and offer them candy, old man? Let me guess, next thing you'll be doin' is offerin' that hobo over there, talkin' about panties, a ride home in your ice cream van, that plays a tune that's fun for the children, right?" Finding his gusto, the Brit bursts out of his candy cocoon, squinting down at the much shorter, much older man. "In fact, I won't be at all fuckin' surprised if the two of you compare crib notes. Talkin' about Mari's little animal print panties, coverin' her naughty bits. You really fuckin' make me sick, you know that?"
While it's far from his typical form of ranting, and it's perhaps a touch more indignant, and mayhaps protective, of his teammate, nevertheless it culminates in violence. Wiping the candy off of his oar, he spins it neatly in hand -- and then, his body, a neat pivot performed on one heel as he brings that oar whistling through in a particularly vicious uppercut!
"Perverts deserve this!" Preston declares in all of his hypocritical glory, as with a roar he snaps the blade out wide, bringing the broad face of it to bear against Ryuhaku Todoh in an attempt to send him well into last week, if not simply end this fight once and for all!
Don't ask what he was actually doing with that rubber band and battery.
COMBATSYS: Preston can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to counter Man Overboard! from Preston with Kuzu Otoshi.
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She tries to concentrate. Really, she does. But it becomes extremely difficult when not ONLY is Tenma talking (which is generally annoying to begin with), but also, Luc is bickering, as he is wont to do. This, coupled with Todoh barking at her to go find a teddy bear and Preston's inevitable rant - which includes her panties. So, for a while, Marisol stands, holding her ground with her fists tightly clenched at her sides. Above a solitary gray eye, a single, thin red brow ticks at irregular intervals.
But she can only take so much, you see.
"Oh my god. SHUT. UUUUUP!!" The chi around her feet suddenly flares, an impressive but brief gout of yellow flames erupting outwardly before dispersing, motes of yellow drifting off absently into the air. Marisol, on the other hand, looks positively flustered, embarrassed and annoyed by pretty much everyone around her. Gnashing her teeth, the redhead's eyes narrow, focusing all that frustration and annoyance on the last remaining foe: Ryuhaku Todoh, even as he's otherwise dunking the poor Briton in cotton candy. Bless his poor, elderly heart.
Charging forth, the half-Spaniard makes a path straight for old man Todoh, but does not approach him with her attack directly. Instead, she suddenly skids and kneels, a fist raised high behind her...before she drops it fiercely into the ground between herself and Ryuhaku. It erupts in a glorious display of fiery yellow chi and debris - all of which go flying right for the old man.
See Sada? She can SO blow shit up here!
Just. As. Slammed?
It seems Preston is intent on sending Ryuhaku Todoh flying through the air in a most painful manner. Even as he does, Luc stagger back onto his feet, taking a look between Marisol, Todoh, the fallen Preston and then back to Todoh again. He shakes his head. He mutters something unpleasant. And then, as soon as the dizziness begins to fade... he turns his full attention on Todoh.
With the old man the only one of the pair still up, Luc is quite quick to react and deal with the man. Legs tense, and in a motion he is RUSHING across the ground, right alongside Marisol's blast of chi. Likely entirely coincidental is the fact that Luc does, in fact, shut up; he's too disoriented still to think Marisol was talking at him, or even really know what she was saying. Otherwise, there would be a shitstorm of talking and bickering abounds.
Instead, though, Luc runs across the ground.
Across the way, a couple are looking adoringly at a giant teddy bear the daring boyfriend just won for his sweet someone. "Oh, it's so cute!" squeals the girl. "I hope you like it, I got it just fo... what th--"
Before the man can even finish his sentence, a very angry, very fast moving German BLAZES between the young man and his squealing girlfriend, both falling to the ground in shock. When they look up... the giant teddy bear is gone.
And as Todoh is recovering, just as Marisol's blazing trail of destruction comes crashing for him, he might notice -- a giant teddy bear's head coming crashing into him, accompanied by a muffled "HRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
It seems that Luc has a teddy bear stuck to his head, attached by sheer momentum alone. And now the teddy bear is going to headbutt the crap out of Todoh.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Todoh with Shoot the Moon.
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COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Todoh with Hellacious Headbutt.
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"Aaaaaahhh SHUT UP!!" Todoh tries to yell over Preston's counter-ranting. "Now let me get to the point of this demonstration!" He waggles his finger scoldingly like an all-knowing old man (but how much does he know at all, nobody knows). Then, all of a sudden, Marisol pipes up with her own 'shut up' and pops up straight out of nowhere, the glorious display of fiery yellow chi and debris living up to its very label of being a glorious display of fiery yellow chi. Ryuhaku yells as his pants catch a temporary chi fire, clutching at his bum due to the concussive and burning force alike. It's like a chi enema! A comical chi enema, that launches him about a good ten feet into the air. The people on the fairgrounds would be able to hear it for miles on end.
And this game of Todoh hacky-sack has just begun! But Luc does a pretty rotten job of keeping him airborne, so maybe it's really ending. This is becuase as he comes right down, a plush headbutt is met against his lower back, causing another gasp of air as Todoh slides across the ground with such force that he builds up a tiny hill of dirt before the cotton candy stand, where an unsteady Preston awaits.
"AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I WAS RUDELY INTERRUPTED BY YOU PUNKS," he bolts up and yells with a bruised, battered face from enduring all that last bit of punishment, "this technique demonstrates the perfect form and grace needed for..."
Just as he spreads his hands out, one above and one forward, Preston makes his last play and swings the blade right into his chest, knocking the rest of the wind out of Ryuhaku Todoh and sending him on a horizontal flying warpath into the top end of that dunking booth, er, booth. This somehow manages to catch him instead of bending to the awesome might of Preston's finest technique.
The angry midget having been done for the day, Todoh gets to share a dunk booth tank all to himself as he splashes down head-first. He slowly pops up above its surface and just leans back into the water as he feels the echoes of sounds through the water in his ears and the blurry sky.
Maybe Marisol and friends are eligible for another prize!
COMBATSYS: Todoh takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh can no longer fight.
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Somewhere in-between the massive explosion of fire and debris, Marisol catches the faintest flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. It seems distantly familiar, and in the back of her mind, Marisol knows she knows it. Then comes the tell-tale holler. Oh yeah, she knows that scream. It's Luc.
With a teddy bear stuck to his head. The head which seems to suddenly CRASH into poor Todoh as he's otherwise attempting to recover from not only being smacked by Preston's lethal oar, but her assault as well. Then he's headbutted quite suddenly and harshly by Luc, which inevitably causes the poor old man to ping-pong ball around and about, perhaps to the amusement of the bystanders. A little part of her feels for the old man. She hopes they didn't break his hip in the process. An angry Kasumi Todoh might come after them, and that's pretty scary.
In the end, his landing is cushioned by the dunk tank, perhaps to the dismay of the midget once more. Meanwhile, Marisol stands there, sporting a particularly dumbfounded look on her face. Who was that old man, anyway? She swears the name still sounds familiar. Lifting a hand, the redhead idly scratches the side of her head, her gaze absently drifting away until...ah! The forgotten teddy bear.
Marching over, the girl nudges the toe of her sneaker out, propping it underneath the bear's back before kicking it up and lashing out. Grabbing it in hand, she offers a broad grin to herself before she slings it over a shoulder. Contented, she pivots easily on her heels and about-faces, regarding Luc and Preston with a wide, Cheshire's grin.
"SO!" she chimes, pleased, "Let's say we ride the Tilt-o-Hurl now! I'm feeling pretty good! C'mon, let's go! Race you guys there - and Tenma isn't allowed!!"
Whether they comply with her idea or not, she's jogging in the direction of the ride, leaving a few SNF officials - and pretty much everyone - stranded, holding clipboards out with a dumb look on their face. ...and a Todoh stranded in a dunking booth to handle. And general collateral damage. But who cares? Not Marisol!
She's long gone, laughing all the while.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Luc has ended the fight here.
Luc goes along, teddybear still attached to his head. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
Log created on 21:33:31 07/14/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 06:15:02 07/20/2007.