Description: A nice day at the beach gets ruined, because Tenma is an inconsiderate jerk. Spoiling her personal time on the shores of Sound Beach, Tenma picks the fight this time, but the outcome is perhaps a little unexpected...
School has since let out, the last bell's chime heralding the end of yet another day. And on this particular day, most of the students who have not either stuck behind for weekly extra-curricular activities have gone to the mall. Others have gone home to their respective dorms for study. And what of the select few remaining?
Well, some have gone to Sound Beach. Some such as Marisol.
Grabbing little from the dorm, Marisol has hit the beach, warm sandy shores welcoming when first she touched bare feet into sand. Clad in a khaki skirt and Hawaiian print yellow and white bikini top, she drags with her nothing more than a towel and bottle of water, gray eyes fixed on the endlessly blue shoreline before her. A ghost of a smile haunts her lips, and for the briefest of moments, she counts herself a little lucky.
Approaching the waters, Marisol casts the generic white towel to the ground, long arms stretching high overhead. Making herself comfortable, toes idly kick at the warm sands, smoky depths then searching over her surroundings. For the most part it would seem she has the shoreline to herself - this, naturally, brings a huge grin to her lips. A rarity indeed.
And then, rather abruptly, the girl falls rear-first into the sands, long arms reaching out, resting on her knees as she makes herself comfortable.
It's true, the beach is a good place to go! Sure, you could go home, or to the arcade, or to the mall... Or you could stick around school and do whatever it is you might do there, but some days just aren't the time for that. Some days you just need to go to the beach, where it's warm and sunny, and girls don't wear a lot of clothes. Really, now, summer only comes once a year!
So it comes to pass that Tenma Kiryuu, leader of the Guardian Kings, is not kicking around the Gedo campus. Maybe it's not his group's 'turn' to help protect the Gedo Gang's territory, or maybe he's skiving off and left Kenji and Hakuya to handle things. IT IS A MYSTERY. But here he is, on the beach, which isn't terribly crowded. He's actually hoping to run into somebody, though he has no idea of her name or anything else about her, so his search... May be in vain.
Having stopped off at home before coming out /to/ the beach, Tenma isn't in his uniform, or what passes for it; instead, he's got olive drab cargo shorts on, hanging to his knees, and his footwear are a pair of Japanese-style sandals. Because he knows how hot and awesome he is, the arrogant boy has doffed his shirt, his skin somewhat tanned, his upper body slender but toned, and marked with more than his fair share of scars. Many of which are not that old at all. His shirt, along with his bokken, rest on his shoulder, as he makes his way down the beach. His path weaves almost randomly as he simultaneously is girl-watching and watching for a particular girl, before he notices that girl in the yellow and white bikini top.
He doesn't realise it's Marisol yet, for some reason. What could it be?!
Comfortable and relatively oblivious to the world at large, gray eyes gaze out toward the sea, way out toward the horizon. For once, Marisol seems contented, the tiniest of smiles held on her full lips as she simply observes. Likely, despite popular conceptions of the fiery, short-tempered Pacific girl, she has her moments of peace and tranquility, found here on the shores of Sound Beach.
And so she sits, long arms outstretched before her, nestled comfortably atop her crooked knees. Girls who pass by behind her, boys who play a game of football a ways away on the shoreline...they go ignored, unnoticed by the half-Spaniard girl. Lost in her thoughts, that tiny smile continues to haunt full lips. She's contented. It's a nice feeling, for once.
Whatever Tenma's reasons for being on the beach, he remains unnoticed, despite how shirtless and arrogant he may be. Even if he may notice (albeit not recognize) Marisol on the shores, she doesn't see him. Oblivious til the end, her focus remains on the lapping waves, as the sun slowly begins to sink toward the western horizon. It's a good day! Really! She can only hope it isn't spoiled by stupidity.
But a distant part of her conscious knows well that isn't bound to happen. This is Southtown, after all.
How very strange. If Tenma were immediately recognising Marisol, he'd probably be disturbed by the fact that the redhead isn't surrounded by a horde of chattering, brainless girls, or her two teammates. Or yelling at some poor undeserving person, or punching somebody in the face for no good reason, or... Something. It'd just seem wrong, to him. Like it didn't jive at all with his mental image of her.
You know, the one that he usually leaves on mute.
Anyway, Tenma pauses not far away from where Marisol is sitting in the sand, a quiet noise as he taps the cloth-wrapped bokken against his shoulder, covered by the unworn t-shirt he has slung there. And then, he does the worst thing he possibly could: He opens his mouth and speaks. "Hey, what's a pretty thing like you doin' out here by yourself? Lotta bad guys in Southtown, y'know. Maybe I should keep ya company, just in case." Oh, you charmer, Tenma.
But then, and only then, do Tenma's blue eyes roam up to the girl's face, and /then/ he realises who he just spoke to. His expression falls at terminal velocity, and he even looks a bit green. He just hit on /Marisol/. He might be sick!
Things were going so well, too. Sitting there, she does little more than stare, save for the occasional shifting of her weight from one side to the other. Life is good and peaceful, thoughts free of concern and worry. Oblivious to the sword-swinging Gedo boy approaching, she watches the waves approach her, only to roll back, leaving the sands wet just in front of her toes. Lightly she flexes them, digging into the warm sand with a sigh.
Boy is she ever thankful for the beach being so close to the school.
But just when she's about to lull into a state of sheer comfort and enjoyment, a voice pipes up from her side. It sounds a little familiar, and instinctively does the girl's brow twitch. Is she being hit on? Is this guy offering to help protect her? The corners of Marisol's mouth tick, daring to pull into a massive smirk.
"You probably couldn't handle half the bad guys in Southtown," she warns.
Then, perhaps doing the worst thing SHE possibly could, she turns, sweeping her gaze up from Tenma's be-sandaled feet, across his scarred chest and right at his face. For a minute, her expression remains blank, eyes simply staring up at the young man.
Shoulders sag shortly thereafter, and her gaze slowly rolls back onto the waves. "Whoever told you those pickup lines were effective is absolutely moronic. Really, if you going to try to hit on a girl, maybe you should find a better way to impress them?"
A single eye flickers to the side, peering up at Tenma, the tiniest of smirks etching its way slowly over her full lips.
"I know your fighting skills won't, Tenma Kiryuu~" Ooh.
They're all over his upper body, really, and probably elsewhere; he's not exactly maimed and mangled, but the long road he's travelled to get to where he is today is written clearly all over his body, in old, faded scars and newer ones. Most of the newer ones are in fact the fault entirely of one man: That Pervert Kidnapper ninja who took him to Thailand and then /left/ him there. That was a weird weekend. However, he barely hears Marisol's insults at all, having gone terribly quiet after his attempt to hit on the redhead. Even after she insults his fighting ability, what he says is: "I think I'm gonna be sick."
He even, a bit overdramatically, claps his free hand to his mouth.
The scars are noted, but she says nothing. Instead, she simply turns her attention from his chest to his face, meeting him with a blank look. For all that is said, for all the insults slung at the Gedo Guardian King leader, he does little more than put a hand over his mouth and pretend to be sick. In the dumbest and overly-dramatic fashion possible. Does Marisol take offense to this? Does it earn her ire and rile the redhead up a bit?
No; instead she rolls her eyes, exhales and looks back to the water.
"Keep your barf off of me, if you DO manage to throw up," she scoffs, gray eyes hooding as she looks to the water.
"Anyway, if all you're going to do is feign sickness and pretend the very sight of me disgusts you, why not just leave? You're probably here to pick up chicks or something equally-pathetic, anyway." Lifting her chin, gray eyes snap shut, lips pulling into a line across tanned features, a haughty expression haunting her face.
"Don't you have anything BETTER to do?"
Sighing a bit disappointedly, Tenma drops his hand back to his side. Jeez, Marisol's no fun at all! "Ain't you in a mood," he says, perhaps hurt that the half-Irish girl didn't want to do their usual insulting banter thing. Seriously, where's the fun of a burning rivalry if they're not gonna do it right? But you know what? Marisol does have a point. Yes indeed, she does. "I mean, y' fill out that top all right, but once you start..." Rather than saying it, he lifts his free hand again moving his fingers and thumbs in the universal sign of 'yap yap yap'. "...It totally ruins the effect." He's such a nice boy.
"But y'know what? You're right. I must have somethin' better t' do," Tenma agrees, nodding sagely. His hand tightens almost imperceptibly on the cloth-wrapped bokken, arm tensing just a hairsbreadth, before he suddenly swings it down in a clubbing motion, aimed right at the top of Marisol's pretty head. Oh no, not this again!
COMBATSYS: Tenma has started a fight here.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Tenma's Random Weapon.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Moody? It earns him a soft scoff, lips lightly tugging into a half-hearted grin of sorts. Is she? Maybe, maybe not; she's not telling, either way. Instead, she lets her eyes return to the sea before they simply draw shut. Her day was going so well, too. Why did HE have to show up and ruin her peace and tranquility? Has he no shame?
Of course not. This IS Tenma Kiryuu, after all. His existence is an insult!
Looking back as he begins to speak of her chest, she rolls her eyes and sighs loudly, waving a hand dismissively. But what's this? Is he saying she should keep her mouth shut? "Take your own advice, Tenma. I mean, you might not look it, but Gedo trash is still Gedo trash, no matter how shiny the wrapping." Full lips pull into a wry grin, smoky gray depths hooding in amusement.
Has he something better to do? "Good. See you later, Kiryuu, if Fate frowns upon me." Her hand lifts offering a small, dismissive gesture. As oblivious as she may seem, however, the redhead is no fool, the slightest tense of his arm noted, that weapon on his shoulder her concern as he loiters near. Then, as expected, the weapon descends toward her, intent on striking her in the skull.
At the last possible minute, however, Marisol's figure moves unexpectedly, rolling two turns out of harm's way, the tip of that sheathed bokken hitting the sand with a small burst of sand as it strikes. Frowning, the girl rises to her bare feet, sporting a mildly annoyed look at best. "I swear, Kiryuu. You have too much testosterone or somethin'. No matter." Rolling her head on her shoulders, she lets an arm idly roll at the shoulder.
"I've been practicing a bit more than usual, you see." What she doesn't add is, however, she's done so after her (perceived) humiliating loss to her teammate. "And like hell am I about to get rusty and let a punk like you do me in. So hey, guess what?" Her full lips pull into a sharp, wolfish smirk.
"Head's up."
Charging forward, she coils a hand tightly at her side and, as she closes in, attempts to deliver a particularly devastating uppercut, straight to Tenma's waiting chin..!
COMBATSYS: Tenma dodges Marisol's Uppercut Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Yeah, Tenma probably does have too much testosterone. Or maybe it's just the result of his unusual upbringing. Marisol's sudden movement across the sand is kind of a surprise to Kiryuu, as the end of his wrapped bokken hits the ground and sprays sand everywhere, but... He's keeping his attention on the half-Irish girl, with her wolfish smirk and her allusion that her practicing more will make an difference at all! But when the uppercut is swung his way, Tenma just ducks back from the telegraphed punch, freeing the ties on the cloth sheath of his bokken, and pulling the wooden sword free.
Marisol can probably guess what happens next, as Tenma bites into his thumb, using the blood to link his chi with his sword, creating that dangerous crimson aura around the wooden blade.
"Th' hell is your problem anyway, Red? Always actin' like you don't like fightin'? Please," he says, disdainfully. "You /love/ to fight. Tryin' your strength, your skill, against another person. You might lie 'bout your hair colour, but don't even /try/ lyin' 'bout that." Uncouth? Tactless? Never our Tenma! At least he's not making fun of her chest anymore.
Meanwhile, he lunges forward with his bokken, bracing the end of the hilt with the palm of his left hand, trying to drive it right into her gut.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Weapon Jab.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Much like her surprising avoidance, Tenma proves swift of foot himself; ducking altogether, the punch swings mightily over his head, whistling with a mighty "woosh" through the air above him. Still, the redhead doesn't let it concern her too terribly; instead gray eyes hood, the corners of her lips pulling all the more in delight. Did she anticipate that? Likely so; at least it's enough to let him know she's not holding back or pulling punches.
Watching as he goes about the usual ritual of biting his finger and smearing his blood over the bokken he carries everywhere, Marisol's gray gaze is entirely fixed on him, even while being chided. Initially, she offers no immediate response, save for the tiny smile on her full lips. However annoying he may be, Tenma IS amusing sometimes.
Gray depths narrow, her expression thoroughly amused as she stares him down. "And how would you know about whether or not I'm a real redhead?" He comes in, lunging the bokken toward her gut. While swift, the redhead's hand proves faster; lifting from her side, her palm intercepts the incoming strike in the center. Swiftly, those calloused fingers curl tightly around the bokken's tip.
"Hey, wanna find out?" she teases...before she suddenly pulls the bokken inwardly and past her, attempting to catch Tenma off his guard and toward her, so she may deliver a nice, hard left hook right at his jaw. Avoiding the accusations? Likely! Or she's just being difficult.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
It must be odd, gripping the bokken like that, feeling that bloody chi wash over your hand. Tenma, for his part, has long since gotten used to it, otherwise it would be pretty difficult for him to handle the weapon. But for somebody who always bitches about how 'gross' his power is? Anyway, his sword is grabbed, and he's pulled forward, and rather than resist it at all the Gedo swordsman just goes along for the ride... Right into Marisol's fist, his head jerking to the side from the blow... As he wrenches his bokken free from her grasp. Uh oh.
"Sure," says Tenma, at the tease. He doesn't sound the least bit embarassed or daunted, which Marisol should've guessed would happen, given the /last/ time they fought. But he uses the momentum she imparted on him, stepping in as close as he can as she recovers from her punch and swinging his bokken down across her torso in a quick slash; at the bottom of the motion, he suddenly reverses the blade, slashing back upwards in a shallow V-shape. "Why not?!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Tenma's Ungyou!
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Tenma
Obliging her attempts to sock him in the face, the look on Marisol's face remains amused, her smile growing just a bit as her fist connects. While not as meaty as her prior endeavor, it's satisfying nonetheless. He's likely showing off, she presumes. And never the silent sort, those eyes narrow a slight touch, lips curling all the more as she chides, "Quit trying to show off there, Kiryuu. You're only going to get hurt, you know."
And he obliges her once more. Sure, he offers, and in turn Marisol's brows lift a touch in response. She doesn't expect much modesty from the likes of him, and in turn she offers a wolfish smile. "I'm not sure," she responds, as the bokken is swung, the v-shape motion sweeping across her form, but doing little. Is he trying to cut her skirt off??
"I'll have you know I shop at high end clothing stores. You'll have to try harder than that, Tenma!" Stepping in, she swings a fist in low, knuckles attempting to bite into his stomach before she grabs his face, introducing his forehead into her knee. And should it all succeed nicely, she'll top it off with a vertical kick right to his face, to send him flying back! Fanservice-y finish? Maybe!
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Marisol's Chain Reaction.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
IS Tenma trying to cut her skirt off? Not as a /primary/ goal. "Really? Didn't realise there were high-end stores specialisin' in the 'Trampy Whore' look," he snipes back, and that first punch hits... His forearm?! Yes, he gets his free arm in the way of the strike somehow, twisting as the half-Irish girl yanks his head downwards so that her knee glances off the side of his head rather than somewhere more painful... And as for the kick, he ducks back, grinning hugely. "Nice view!" he calls loudly.
Hey, that made his day.
But since Marisol's being so obliging with her leg kicked up into the air like that, Tenma steps forward again, closing in with her, reaching to grab her by the upraised ankle before she can pull back from her kick... And slip his foot behind her grounded leg, the shirtless young man getting perhaps uncomfortably close for a bare moment, before using that to just trip Marisol back onto her duff in the sand. Ha ha ha!
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Quick Throw from Tenma with Iron Butterfly.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Tenma
"You're just jealous," the girl swiftly retorts, gray eyes narrowing sharply as she swings a fist for his gut. Though it strikes his forearm, it does little to deter her; attempting to grasp his face, she closes in, pulling down. His head avoids her knee for the most part, and ultimately he avoids the blow altogether - and gets a particularly nice view. Jerk. It's almost - almost - enough to give Marisol reason to blush. Fortunately, the half-Spaniard girl is made of sterner stuff than that.
She's teammates with Preston, after all.
"Count yourself lucky!" she calls, as he attempts to snare her leg. For the most part she allows him to get a good grip on her ankle, lips curling at the tips all the more. That's right, Tenma...fall for it hook, line and sinker. Marisol is plotting, you see. He moves in, bare chest and all, attempting to drop her weight out from under her. It works. Sort of.
However, mid-fall, the redhead swing a hand toward the youth. Fingertips afire with yellowy chi, those flames roar out, encircling Tenma in a sphere of gauzy yellow energy...before it explodes, first inwardly, before the sphere itself explodes into a showy display of butterfly-shaped motes of energy. Who is laughing now, Tenma?
Rising up, she dusts her posterior off with a wide grin. "See? I WARNED you, Tenma Kiryuu."
What a revolting development. Tenma gets caught by that sphere of yellow chi, hit by the first and second explosions, and it does a pretty good job of hurting! The butterfly-like motes flutter away, and Tenma crashes, however briefly, to the sand opposite the redhead, who manages to get her footing before he does... But will that even make a difference? "Lucky? Man, I think half the planet's seen that already," Tenma chides back, flashing white teeth in a wide, insolent grin. Cowed? Tenma Kiryuu? Nooooot likely.
"But before y' go warnin' anybody..." he continues, left sitting on the sand. "Y'oughta worry more 'bout your-SELF!!" The second half of the word is delivered in a shout, as he sweeps his bokken through the air, harmlessly far from the Pacific Resistance leader... Of course, in the wake of the slash, a crescent of red, roiling blood-chi leaps forth, cutting through the air towards Marisol as Tenma scrambles back and gets his feet underneath him...
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Marisol with Dharmapala.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
Rising up from the sands, Marisol dusts her posterior off, offering a nigh-cocky smirk toward the youth as he seems to sit comfortably there upon the shores. "Oh, there you go again, as usual. Insulting my modesty. Really, same song and dance, as always. Can't you come up with better insults by now?" Rolling her head briefly on her shoulders, long digits curl before unfurling, easing her body up a bit. She didn't even get a proper warm-up! Because Tenma is a jerk.
"What's that?" she asks, tilting her head slightly. The bokken sweep punctuates his warning, the swath of red, bloody chi carving a path straight for her. Try as she may to simply duck and weave, that blast plows into her, sending her staggering back a foot in turn. For a moment she seems mildly stunned, but a swift shake of her head dismisses any doubts.
"That didn't hurt at all," she teases, grinning broadly...as the ground at her feet whips up, sands tossing about as fiery energy springs forth. Yellow flames lick around her legs as she holds her ground, long arms tense at her sides. "It kind of tickled, even." Hey, trash talking is only half the fun when you're fighting Tenma Kiryuu!
COMBATSYS: Marisol gathers her will.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
"Yeah, well," Tenma says, shrugging his shoulders a little. "If y' don't give me much t' worth with..." Ohhhh, snap. And as for her assertion that his wave of bloody chi didn't hurt at all? Tenma just snorts derisively at that. "Guess you finally went punch-drunk, huh Red? S'okay, I'm sure nobody'll notice beside the lunatics you team up with, right?" But the sudden flare of chi is probably not a good thing. A faint frown crosses Tenma's face, as he watches - and feels - that energy building up in the girl. So what do to?
Straightening up, Tenma stands with his bokken slanted against his shoulder, his left hand tucking into the pocket of his shorts. "Sure hope whatever you're buildin' up to is actually worth my time," he says, but his blue-eyed gaze is careful, weighing. Looking for an opening, looking for the right instant to move. "I mean really, if your hits were any lighter I'd think you were tryin' t' make out with me, Red."
COMBATSYS: Tenma focuses on his next action.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
"Not much to work with?" Her words sound mildly puzzled, her expression a muted look of uncertainty before she simply scoffs and offers a laugh. "Says the guy who was oogling my boobs earlier. Really, you should stop denying it so much." Deny what? She doesn't say. Instead, gray depths narrow, her expression hardening a bit, though the amusement remains. Yes, she's having a little fun here. It's always fun to beat on Tenma.
"Like your teammates are any better? A student counsel member and a kid who hasn't a mean bone in his body and doesn't stop fuckin' smiling. Real winners there, Kiryuu. Do you plan on winning tournaments with generosity and friendliness?" Scoffing softly, the girl tosses her head, as he looks for an opening.
The smile grows, however, as the young man before her continues to chide. "Ah, there you go again. And here you were earlier, sickened by me. You should stop being so coy, Tenma." The flames at her feet suddenly rises, curling around her legs and moving toward her hand. An arm drops to her side, palm open and facing the swordsman as a sphere of energy forms.
"A crush? Aww! That's soooooo cute~!" The sphere flares to life and, with a draw back of her arm and sudden swing forward, the sphere arcs swiftly toward Tenma, intent on slamming into his scarred chest.
COMBATSYS: Tenma overcomes Rolling Star from Marisol with Hell of Blood.
Glancing Hit
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Tenma
As Marisol continues to spew trash talk of her own his way, Tenma just tilts his head to one side, brow arching dubiously. "Tch, how could I not? Look at those things! Don't they get in your /way/?" he wonders, which is funny, because he used to call them small all the time. Well, talking crap at somebody doesn't have to make sense. Especially not for Tenma Kiryuu. He plays by his own rules. Whereas Marisol is doubtlessly going to end up with some back problems later in life, jeez! "'least my teammates know how t' fight, Red," he says, his tone a bit more solemn; his teammates are about the only people he shows any respect to, so Marisol can shut her yap as far as he's concerned!
Not that she ever does, gosh.
Once she accuses him of being coy, and worse, of having a /crush/ on her, though, Tenma's mouth hangs agape for a brief moment in an expression of utter disbelief, before he actually starts to laugh. "Pfff... Ha ha ha ha!" the arrogant boy guffaws, twisting his bokken to hold it backhanded, well aware of what Marisol is planning to do... Before he plunges the blade into the sand underfoot, dropping into a crouch. For a moment, nothing at all happens, before...
The sand erupts, exploding up and outwards, as those dragons of blood rush from underneath it, spattering bloody sand everywhere as the serpentine chi-forms race towards Marisol. They intercept her own blast of energy, which is enough to take out a few of the figures, but the rest continue towards the redhead... "You ain't my type, sorry! I like girls with a bit a' mystery." And a penchant for not wearing clothes often, apparently. But that fact remains hidden... FOR NOW.
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Marisol with Hell of Blood.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Tenma
"No; I work just find around them. But thanks for noticing, as always!" she calls after, as the energy sphere sails toward the young man's prone chest. As for his teammates, well. She says nothing. But when he insults her own, features darken a bit, her eyes narrowing sharply. "So do mine!" she snaps, eyes going wide. "Better than yours could ever hope to be!" What, now they're bickering over who has the better team?
"--and stop calling me RED, ass!"
The motions are familiar, but she makes no sudden moves to avoid the potentially awful incoming attack. Instead, she watches as the sphere of yellow becomes devoured by bloody chi-dragons, but offers a bemused look as some are otherwise destroyed. Shifting her weight, she does little more than attempt to shrug the attack off altogether, but what remaining energy beasts strike her through her sloppy defense...but look to be a mild inconvenience at best.
Eyes lift up, peering at Tenma with a look of scrutiny.
"That's it?" she asks, brushing a hand across her chest, where the dragons struck, leaving a smear of blood. His nasty blood, no less. Ew. Regardless, she sports a lopsided smirk, before she kicks up sand, sprinting toward the Gedo boy with a fist aimed for his gut. "C'mon, Kiryuu! You're slipping!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Medium Punch.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
What. WHAT. This is the saddest day ever. Tenma's chi dragons did... Nothing at all. /Nothing at all/. Clearly Marisol has been eating her wheaties lately. She actually just... Shrugged that off. The shirtless young man's mouth flattens into a firm line, and his eyes sharpen as he straightens up to his feet, pulling his sword from the ground. Ohhh, it's on now, lady. "Heh... That guy with the oar you brought with you to Gedo is good. But that stupid monkey? What a joke," he says, before a wide, insolent grin crosses his face again. "Red." Ha ha ha ha, bitch.
But when Marisol comes in close, Tenma stands his ground, perhaps foolishly, getting slugged in the gut. And that? That hurts. But he's not done yet. With his free hand, the Gedo swordsman aims to snag Marisol by her red locks, in order to yank her head down as he lifts his knee up, to crack her in the face with it JUST LIKE SHE TRIED TO DO TO HIM EARLIER. And then, well, after knocking her away like that, he swings his bokken in a backhanded slash right across her bare belly. "I'LL JUST HAVE TO TAKE YOU OUT THE HARD WAY!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Deep Strike from Tenma with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Tenma
A sad day...for TENMA. His dragons are a mild annoyance, leaving a smear on her chest, staining her bikini top and leaving her mildly annoyed at best. Really now. She just bought this and came to the beach to enjoy her day, and Tenma has to come along and just utterly ruin things. Leave it to the leader of the Guardian Kings to do just that!
"Who? Preston?" she asks, tilting her head slightly. "Yeah, he is. And what stupid monkey?" Pausing, Marisol seems confused, a finger idly rubbing her cheek before she clarifies, "You mean Luc, right? The one you get along so well with? You two are so alike, I'd swear you were brothers!" Take that, jerkface.
The time for talking briefly passes as she charges in and swings a fist into his gut. As much as he likely tries to pass off the discomfort, she is more aware than to foolishly underestimate herself! As such, the redhead formulates a plan. Snared, Tenma introduces her face to his knee, but much like his methods, she turns her head, avoiding the brunt of what could likely be cosmetic damage. But, oddly enough, she continues to fall forward. Right for the ground, with a fist coiled and raised at her side. He's seen this before.
But it's too late to do anything.
Delivering a guttural yell, Marisol punches the sand and, in turn, opens the earth itself. A roar of intense yellow flames shoot up and into Tenma, chunks of rock from beneath the sands flying up, pelting him as he's all but sent flying back in the wake of such a furious display!
Did she just... Oh no she didn't. Tenma is not terribly pleased by being compared to /Luc/ of all people, which doesn't help him any when he ends up all up close and personal with the crazy redheaded girl and she tries to explode him by punching the ground. There's nowhere for him to go as it explodes up and takes him with it, sending him rolling in the sand, but... He gets right to his feet out of the roll, rushing forward. "I guess you really /have/ been practicin'," he allows, closing with Marisol again.
She's not the only one with a plan.
As he gets closer to her, Tenma digs one sandaled foot into the now rather loose sand, kicked up by the attacks both have delivered through it, and kicking up a cloud of sand right at Marisol's face. A clever distraction, perhaps?! However, rather by accident, his sandal comes off too, which might add a little oomph, as he tries to use the cloud of dust to better position himself...
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Thrown Object.
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Luc is obviously a sore spot for poor Tenma, and it serves as an excellent means to poking him right back for his numerous barbs. Regardless, what's said is said, and, frankly, the time for talking passes when he makes his move. But it should come as no surprise when she herself makes HER move, exploding the earth beneath his feet and sending him rolling back after a nasty little display of sorts. It serves its purpose.
Yet she says nothing. Instead, she offers a resolved look as he comes in, only to swing a foot and ultimately kick sand (and his shoe) at her face. Lifting an arm, she staves off the majority of the half-assed assault, the sand - like his dragons! - a mild annoyance. Frowning, she drops her arm before she charges in, right for his face. A hand swings out, long fingers clenched tightly as she looks to swing it in another uppercut aimed for his face!
--only she doesn't. The other hand comes up and just attempts a half-hearted slap at his face.
"Psych!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Jab Punch from Marisol with Initial Breaker.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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Of course, it's only supposed to be a minor annoyance... The problem is that what comes next doesn't go quite how he was planning it. But isn't that just the way it goes? As the dust dies down and Marisol comes charging at him, the Gedo swordsman has pulled his swordarm back, holding the weapon horizontally, point levelled at the half-Irish girl, his other hand at the tip of the chi-emanating blade. His stance is ready and waiting but not, it seems, ready enough. He falls for the feint, lunging in a forward stab, but the bokken misses entirely as he instead gets... Slapped in the face. What the hell?
He stands there for a second, looking completely bemused.
"What the hell, Red, can't you even /fight/ properly?" Tenma says, scowling. He swings the bokken to one side, the energy around it fading, the red line he painted on it gone; he can't fight any, that slap was enough to take the last wind out of his sails, but almost more from sheer irritation than actual harm. "Here I was thinkin' you were actually gettin' stronger, but oh no, you have to pull that weakass nancy girl crap." He's... Offended! Hurt and betrayed! With his toes, he manages to retrieve his sandal and, turning his back on Marisol to do so, he goes and digs out his half-buried cloth sheath and shirt. Shaking the sand out of them, he casts a disdainful look over his shoulder. "You... Just... Ugh!" Sure, he lost, technically. But somehow after that, he doesn't feel like he did. Though that might just be his always impressive ego doing the talking. "Wish I'd run into that Brazilian chick," Tenma adds in disgusted tones. "SHE woulda given me a proper fight." And then, unless Marisol stops him, he's going to stalk off! Unsatisfied!
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Log created on 00:37:45 07/25/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 14:24:37 07/25/2007.