Description: While out on the town, Marisol runs into an old but familiar face on the fighting circuits. A bit of catching up ensues, and eventually a spar is proposed. Not one to turn down a fight, Marisol rematches with the Onryudo practitioner, with surprising results...
Another dog-day afternoon - perfect for a day on the town.
Which is precisely what Marisol O'Connell has been doing. Carrying a pair of shopping bags at her side, the half-Spaniard seems more or less stuck in her own world, ignoring most if not everyone around her. What does she care, anyway? She has a credit card and free time to kill today!
Pausing at an intersection, the redhead's lazy gaze drifts to the crosswalk, patiently waiting for the signal to turn. A sigh follows, shoulders sagging deeply before her gaze shifts to a silver watch strapped on her wrist. There's still plenty of time to kill, she wagers. The problem is...she's exhausted most possibilities for the day.
"What to do, what to do," she murmurs to herself, idly rolling back and forth on the soles of her sneakers, the bags crashing at random against her thighs. She could always pick a fight in Chinatown. Or punch Luc - that is entertaining! Or make fun of Preston's accent. Or bug her girlfriends to go shopping! Or drag Pás to the beach. But even all that seems ho-hum on a day such as this.
Sighing again, Marisol's head falls to one side, long wavy red locks spilling past her shoulders as she continues to wait. "What a boring afternoon."
Life is a curious thing. It can be a mesh of coincidences. Or it can be a mesh of arranged coincidences. In this case, it's the latter.
Ryuujin has been neglecting facets of the fighting circuit in order to focus upon the end of his training; Now that he has officially received the blessing of Zero to enter the world at large, he is returning to the field, where he only got initial perspective. One of the people he had measured against was Marisol O'Connell; A fiesty but talented girl who desired a rematch. It was little difficulty utilizing NESTS resources to pinpoint her, tail her, and have the young Onryudo practitioner informed where to place himself upon the bustling streets. All to make the next comment.
"Marisol." is mused in a deep baritone, sounding faintly pleased. Soft footsteps as the long-haired fighter approaches, braid swishing behind. There is a smile on his face, presently dressed within a black shirt and simple grey slacks, visibly creased. A matching grey windbreaker is presently over his shoulder, and one bag housing what seems to be electronics dangles in one hand. "Marisol O'Connell. I'm unsure if you remember me out of costume... Ryuujin Hyaku. We battled once on Neo League, some months ago." He dips his head forward in a slight bow, an obvious sign of respect. Nothing more is said; First, gauging her own response to the statement...
Arranged coincidences or no, there is little difficulty in tracking someone as boisterous and fiery as the half-Spaniard Marisol O'Connell down. Particularly if you're in cahoots with a criminal cartel like NESTS with a vast amount of wealth and information at their disposal. On the other hand, all of that means pretty much jack and squat to the girl - she's just a typical high school student who likes to fight!
Not fight for justice or save the world or silly crap like that.
In any case, when she hears her name a certain look of confusion crosses her face. Blinking slowly, her neck cranes, head slowly turning to regard the source of the voice. Initially, there's a look of uncertainty there, as gray eyes regard the Japanese youth. She THINKS she knows him, but...
"Er, hi..?" she ultimately responds, clearly confused as she turns to face him more directly. When he clarifies, however, a look of realization haunts her features, eyes lighting up briefly before she snaps her fingers and points at him. "Oh YEAH, you're the guy who tore my shirt up! Yeah, I remember you now, Ryuujin." Pausing, smoky depths give the Onryudo practitioner a brief looking-over before she grins.
"You're right, though. I wouldn't have recognized you like that." The bow noted, she lifts a hand up, insisting he do nothing of the sort. "No need for formalities, guy," she explains, offering a light but easy smirk. "Anyway, what're you doin' here?"
There's a fair amount of calm patience there at her initial confusion. Beyond the long braid, although Ryuujin is by all accounts attractive it's in a somewhat forgettable way, where one might consider them 'cute' in passing and then move on to other matters. There's a completely unperturbed nod given when the shirt is mentioned, glancing towards a hand a moment and flexing the fingers lazily. "Yes. I seem to do that a lot." Mulled as if Marisol was neither the first nor last female to suffer the brunt of his unchaste aggression, and not exactly with a sound of being liable to change. No apparent scan is returned, although he comes to a stop a meter away. Closer then most strangers, but not so much to be uncomfortable. "Ah, yes. You enjoy a more casual approach." One of the things that intrigued him about her. Rebel, indeed! Eva is prim and proper, which is all fine and good, but Ryuujin has little seen more rambunctious spirit. "I was doing some shopping. I wished to buy Eva a gift." This is actually true, and he pulls out a box. Within it is a Hello Kitty alarmclock. It's returned to the bag thereafter. "What of you? I cannot help but see a note of boredom. There's so much to do and see in this city... how could you possibly be lacking?" A genuine thought, it would appear.
Whether he is offended or not, Marisol speaks, regardless of consequence. It's true - she had not initially recognized the young man from what was likely months ago, and rather than embarrass herself by throwing out names or feigning knowledge she just tells it like it is. Fortunately for her, he's a patient young man and is willing to weather the wait. Patience pays off.
"Really now?" she asks, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, lips pulling into a lopsided smirk as she eyes the youth. "That's a bad habit, you know. I had to replace that shirt." Offering a comically put-off sigh, the redhead sags her shoulders, eyes rolling up toward the skies above. "However, I wager it might have upped the League's ratings or somethin'. I don't know." She shrugs.
As for formalities, well... "Yeah, there's no reason to be all formal around me. Besides, it makes me feel all uncomfortable and such. Just lighten up!" Marisol is likely to be the last person NESTS would want Ryuujin to hang around. He might get in trouble!
A puzzled look crosses the girl's face, however, her gray eyes confused as she looks at the young man. "Huh? Eva?" The box is lifted, the alarmclock noted with little more than a purse of her full lips. "Is she a little kid? A sister? A step-sister?" Hello Kitty is a little girl's trademark, after all! Can he blame her? Really?
"As for me, I'm running out of things to do quickly. I can only buy so many bras and shirts and skirts and pants before the closet runs out of space, you know." Modesty, what's that? Smirking sharply, gray eyes hood a touch as she peers at the youth. "Besides fighting, of course. I can't do it ALL the time, though. Speaking of, how is your training panning out?"
"You did...? I'm sorry." Ryuujin states, sounding rather genuine. He then reaches into his pocket, hooking an arm through the loop of his dangling bag. A rather obscenely nice wallet is pulled free, and some far too crisp bills pulled free. Likely worth a hundred dollars, were one unfamiliar with Southtown's currency. "I can be careless of the repercussions of my assaults. Fafnir's Claw is meant to shatter guard, but if it strikes cleanly it can sometimes hurt modesty. But I would be surprised if it did not attract viewers; You are very attractive." Said in a disturbingly non-sexual way, like commenting upon the favorable qualities of a piece of artwork that you wouldn't touch. The bills fold between his fingers before being offered. It doesn't seem to be a joke. Buf if shunned away, they'd be placed back into the wallet and returned to his pocket -- it's her decision, and not charity to be forced.
"I am a firm believer in respect and etiquette, is all. It can be hard to realize such is not always required for all people. Lightening up he surely needs to do, adjusting the grip of his dangling gift into something more comfortable. "A good friend of mine. Eva Manzetti. She goes to your school. You may have heard of her... she went to Thailand, I believe." A note of reproaching disapproval. "But yes. I have finished my sensei's training. He instructed me to go out and gain experience. Thus why I am pleased to see you again... I remember you desired a rematch? Has enough time passed?"
"Yes, I did," she assures, offering a lopsided grin in response. However, as he moves, the expression falters slightly, a look of mild disbelief haunting her tanned features. "Uh..?" At a small loss for words, she just watches him as he procures a nice wallet and forks over money. More than she's comfortable with, no less. For a moment Marisol just stares at the proffered bills.
"I can't accept that," she states, lifting a hand up to stop him. "A fight is a fight. Collateral damage is bound to happen, anyway. I was just offering a little bit of humor, you know!" A broad smile crosses her lips, pearly-whites glinting as her hands falls to her side. The compliment earns him a soft scoff, eyes drifting briefly to one side. "I suppose I am." Fortunately she's far from embarrassed; his matter-of-factly demeanor makes it easier to stomach.
"And don't worry about the lightening up! Fortunately for you I'm not a complete bitch, contrary to popular belief. If you are comfortable being formal, by all means - but don't you dare go bein' super-formal, you hear?" And to punctuate, she points a finger right at his face.
The name of his friend, however, does not seem to ring any bells. "Eva Manzetti? Can't say I've heard of the girl. And she went to Thailand?" This earns him a stunned look, mouth slightly agape before she scoffs. "Is she crazy? Mad? What the heck is a high school girl going oversees to Thailand for?" Leaning forward a bit, she lets her hands rest akimbo on her hips as she peers closely. "You were sure to yell at her about it, right?"
In ANY case, the subject change gives Marisol reason to exhale and straighten her back. Stretching her free arm, she works out the kinks before she smiles in response. "Really now? One of those martial artists, huh? And eh? Rematch?" Briefly stunned by the request, the redhead looks mildly hesitant before she just smirks.
"I suppose so."
There doesn't seem to be any embarrassment about the offer in the slightest, nor an air of bias in either direction upon explanation. "Still, fighting is a hobby. Were we to race cars and I damaged yours unintentionally, I would offer to repair it. Fighting is about the battle. I do not neglect the effect it can have on people's eyes beyond the ring, for good or ill. Many do." Not lingering on the topic of Marisol being a foxy redhead, he instead lifts his eyebrows at the word 'bitch', but does nod his head afterwards with amusement. Fighting Alan puts anyone's ears to the test, yet it doesn't fit his perceptions to hear Marisol say it for some reason. Which is a fault of his own, not hers. "I will try." is promised, open palms raising in a placating fashion. And if Marisol has begun to know Ryuujin in this short and quirky meeting, his promises tend to be kept.
When Eva lingers, just a trace frown and nod. "She went there to find perspective. You cannot blame someone for wanting to be a hero. I tried to dissuade her, but she had an obligation to her team. I am happy enough that she came back alive. It is not my place to judge another's decision. To do such is detrimental to both parties." Slightly adjusting the windbreaker on his shoulder, Ryuujin then offers a shrug, stepping aside to let a larger clout of people pass on the sidewalk. "Not necessarily now. And likely not here. But you seem bored, and I have nowhere to be. Sparring is included in my required regiment for training after all; I prefer it with others, as opposed to alone..."
His analogy is met with a look of amusement, her lips pursing lightly before she simply exhales and smiles. Shaking her head, gray eyes draw to a close as she explains, "There is a vast difference in tearing someone's shirt and wrecking cars, I assure you. It's fine - really." Her hand remains up, palm flat and facing him. She's not going to oblige him, no matter how he tries to push the matter, if at all!
Fortunately, the subject change makes that easy enough to accomplish. "Good," she replies, grinning broadly as her hand retreats to her side once more. "I'll be keeping an eye on you."
As for Eva and her situation, Marisol's features remain a mix of mild annoyance and surprise. "There's a lot safer ways to accomplish that, you know," the half-Spaniard explains, lifting a hand to idly rub the back of her head as her gaze drifts elsewhere. "Especially not with other fools. But what can you do, right?" Sporting a half-hearted smirk, those gray eyes turn back onto Ryuujin.
"Well, whatever. You did the right thing, I guess. As for a spar, well. I've fought in worse places. You've been in a few SNFs, right? They'll pit you up against people just about anywhere. But if you're not in the mood now, well..." Dropping her arm, she idly pokes at her cheek with a long finger.
"We can schedule it or whatever. It's ultimately your choice. But if you're up for a fight, I can oblige you. It'll help you out, right?"
"Oh, I'm simply explaining. I'm not going to force you money if you do not wish it. It's nothing to me, my sensei has an incredible inheritance. I enjoy sharing my wealth when I can." One hand does lift in a somewhat ceasing gesture, as if Marisol were simply repeating something already said many times. "It seems we have similar mindsets on her decision, but what's done is done. There's no reason to dwell on it." It seems the topic is closed on his end, even though he was the person to instigate it. But not in the mood?! Ryuujin is practically insatiable! Scanning around, he then proceeds towards an open alley, stepping carefully through a throng of people with rather disturbing grace. It's wide enough to accommodate a dumptruck, but is barred to through traffic. As such, no random cars will flit through and honk, and not many are taking it as a shortcut. Walking to a trashcan, he sets his bag atop it. "This will suffice. I hope I am able to put on a decent performance." His windbreaker is hefted aside, slowly flexing in a languid stretch, before warming up by leaning to grip either foot easily. His ponytail swishes lazily in the motion, before finally letting out a deep exhale. "I am ready if you are... Feel free to begin; I learn more with a mild disadvantage..." Feet slide apart as he adopts the Onryudo stance, hands raising before splaying fingers, rather ferocious appearing by most standards.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ryuujin takes no action.
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"So it would seem we have something in common besides fighting." She pauses, lips curling into a tiny smirk. "Sort of, that is." Whatever does she mean? Far be the girl to leave things vague, smoky eyes brighten with amusement as she explains, "Well, not my "sensei," as your case is. Rather, my family. But that's all insignificant anyway." Lifting a hand, she idly waves it about dismissively.
No reason indeed - and it seems evident when he makes his move to find a sufficient place to spar. Blinking slowly, the half-Spaniard simply observes, watching from her place there on the sidewalk. Only when he finds an empty alleyway to engage in combat does she follow, her bags absently swinging at her sides. It's not the most accommodating of places, but...
"It'll do."
Dropping her bags to the ground as he stretches, she briefly does the same. Arms fold behind her head, her hands resting on elbows and gently applying pressure before she drops them. Rolling her shoulders, she offers a playful grin in response to his preference to "mild disadvantage." "Careful," she lightly teases, "you might regret that."
And without further ado, the redhead sprints toward Ryuujin, regardless of stance. Closing in, she attempts to snare him with her hand by his throat and pick him up. The opposite fist ignites with chi energy, intent on slamming into his gut to deliver a nasty burst of said energy and send him flying!
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ryuujin
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Ryuujin with Moon Sling.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Ryuujin
"Well, I am not adverse to getting to know you better outside the ring." Ryuujin states, to a rather dubious level. What that might entail he doesn't bother to clarify, quite opposite Marisol. After being fully eased, through both the strength of his mind and that of getting the blood properly circulating, he shifts a bit aside. Her maneuver is sluggish, but apparently not too much so; A snap backwards fails to escape those seeking fingers, unable to writhe free before the flash of chi sends him backwards, falling to a crouch and skidding a couple meters. He lets out a mild grunt, bracing one hand and then erupting forward. His right hand shoots out three times for Marisol's chest thereafter, attempting to stun her with a detonation of pain before backflipping fluidly, the aim to hit her upon the face with his heels and send her slightly airborne during his evasive assault. Acrobatic, if nothing else...
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Marisol with Black Drake.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Ryuujin
His remark earns him a blink, gray eyes mildly puzzled before she sports a wry grin. "I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean," she begins to explain...but leaves it at that. It's more mysterious and amusing that way, after all. Letting it roll off her shoulders, the redhead moves in swiftly, snaring the young man by the neck. Planting her palm's heel into his stomach, the ensuing burst sends him flying back, before skidding into a crouch. Gray eyes narrow only slightly.
And then he launches forward, zeroing in on the redhead. An arm jerks up from her side, attempting to intercept the initial blow with her forearm. While it works, the impact alone is more than anticipated; her arm numbs from the pain, and ultimately becomes rendered briefly useless. The next bursts of pain strike true, giving Marisol cause to stagger back in discomfort before she's kicked into the air.
A disgraceful land, she hits shoulder-first, impact alone adding insult to injury. Rolling to one side, the redhead slowly pushes herself up, getting back onto her feet before she faces him squarely. "That was good," she compliments with a wry smirk, as her hand brushes knuckles over her jaw. A beat, and the girl pushes forward again, a fist sweeping up from her side and making a beeline right for his jaw.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Ryuujin with Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Ryuujin
"It's not a complicated statement, is it?" Ryuujin still offers, which would hardly do much in making such more clear depending on how it was being assessed. After executing his maneuver significantly better then anticipated, he tenses while she rushes forward, lunging back like a springing frog. But he's pegged across the face for his efforts, twisting unevenly and landing in a second skid, bringing up the back of his palm to wipe a smear of blood from his lips. Blearily he returns upright, shaking his head to better situate his mental faculties. Again he focuses upon Marisol, watching her like a hawk with eyes that seem to see much more then what is directly visible. Before he snaps forward, shooting out and attempting to literally tackle the redheaded girl, trying to knock her off her feet and upon the ground. He's a grappler; And she's most obviously a boxer of sorts. Grounding her and trying to make fighting back difficult should be to his advantage. As long as one does not mind straddling feisty redheads, that is. Luckily, Ryuujin is not one of those people.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Marisol with Quick Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Ryuujin
"Nah," she assures, grinning broadly in response. Yet, like before, she fails to expand on it; instead, she opts to leave the entire conversation relatively up in the air. It's more fun that way, after all. Instead, she opts again for action, sprinting forth and swinging a fist harshly for the young man's jaw. And though he attempts to outright avoid it altogether, those trained knuckles bite flesh. As result, Ryuujin is sent twisting in midair and lands, ultimately pulling himself to his feet.
She offers a grin and a coy shrug in response.
When he again charges, Marisol makes a move to duck and weave and pointedly avoid the incoming grab. Alas, fate does not smile upon her; snared, she's sent crashing into the ground back first. Tackled and grounded, the redhead sports a bemused look, before her eyes narrow and features lighten with obvious amusement.
"You're getting a little ahead of yourself, sport," she chides softly.
A boxer she may be, but that doesn't mean being grounded will be a chore for her. In fact, it draws a smile broadly across full red lips, eyes narrowing all the further...before she moves her hands in an attempt to grab his shirt. She'll pull fiercely, a foot stirring below, seeking to plant into his stomach so she can get a hold...and ultimately toss him from atop of her and away. It's sloppy and half-assed, but it'll get the job done one way or another.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin just-defends Marisol's Quick Throw!
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Ryuujin
Well, one can certainly not call Ryuujin shy. He's settled himself rather comfortably upon Marisol, and although she manages to catch his shirt and slip up a leg, he doesn't move in the slightest beyond a rise that seems intentional. This is transient of what it appears; He's impossibly solid, moreso then anyone has a right to be when Marisol has superior leverage. His shirt does tear a fair amount, inciting a mild frown. "I suppose we are now even." One hand shoots out to grasp her by the throat and squeeze, trying to heavily choke, before the other arm rears back to begin slugging Marisol rather heavily. Many times. This is still while he's half-perched atop her, wrecked shirt fluttering and one leg pushing him away futiley. ...Suffice to say there's a crowd of people gaping open-mouth at the alley, as the horror of this situation to the unaware cannot be easily put into words.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Marisol with Savage Grapple.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Ryuujin
His defenses prove solid, and this naturally frustrates the girl. Eyes narrow sharply, lips pulling into a thin line across her face, jaw clenched behind her lips. It's like the last time, she reminds herself. Likely, it's these thoughts which distract her - so much so when his hand snaps out she's snared, and ultimately his fist impacts with her face. Repeatedly, without fail or mercy. And she has little more to do than just be repeatedly bludgeoned.
Ultimately she finds courage enough to give a futile shove and attempt to distance herself from him. Whatever happens, Marisol cares little; she just wants to put space between them and give herself room to breathe and run a face over her busted nose and lip.
Only, she doesn't seem irritated. In fact, she lets her lips pull into a broad grin, eyes widening a bit as she just stares. It takes effort, however, not to burst out laughing.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Ryuujin
And indeed Ryuujin allows that retreat, given he wishes it himself. Apparently his tactic worked perfectly upon Marisol, the Onryudo practitioner resuming a rather aggressive stance, bringing up his forearms and weaving to the side. Yet then he notices the multiple pedestrians observing the fight while appearing unsure whether they should be dialing 911 or not, and a hand raises for a moment. "This is a consensual fight!" he offers, which really doesn't seem to be helping the case. Giving up, eyes fall back to Marisol. "You cannot claim me to go easy on you due to gender, at least." appears to be the assessment of what just took place, before he tenses himself. And then erupts forward, one leg guiding in a skid the last meter. Both hands shoot out, attempting to connect with Marisol's chest, and cause a devastating burst of pain through her nervous system. To cripple her long enough to pivot, bring up his knee, and then unleash a piston-like kick intending to hit her in the stomach – to send her flying backwards towards a nearby dumpster, hard enough to potentially jostle it back slightly. The maneuver appears simple, yet how she might fair against it significantly more questionable.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Dragon's Fang from Ryuujin with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Ryuujin
By now, Marisol has otherwise forgotten about the people around her. She doesn't care about them - they don't exist. All she knows now is that this guy in front of her is a threat. As such, she sports a broad, toothy smirk, eyes widened considerably. Even as he speaks at her, she doesn't respond; Marisol just stands there, hands clenched into tight fists at her side.
Then he moves, charging in at her with arms outstretched. At the same time she too attempts to move, to duck low and avoid the strike - and ultimately punch the ground at his feet. Yet, like much of her endeavors thus far against the young man, it does not pan out. Struck, she's sent reeling in pain, stunned before she is kneed and kicked into a dumpster, where she impacts and briefly hangs before she hits the ground and falls onto her stomach.
For the moment, it's obvious she's not getting up anytime soon.
Although Marisol is down, she is hardly out, and to go light on her would be an insult to her capabilities as a fighter. Ryuujin simply slithers back into his stance, before crouching down and then bursting forward with another ripple of movement, long braid dancing behind like a streamer. His right foot then explodes outwards, trying to hit her within the solar plexus potentially hard enough to knock every ounce of air from her lungs and heft her upwards – so he can snap the assaulting foot around, hook the heel behind her head, and then /stomp/ in an attempt to likely uncomfortably faceplant her on the alley floor. Regardless of his success, assuming the venture succeeds he'd retract just as quickly, seeming to have little intent to remain close to the lithe girl even at assumed vulnerability. No more words; He shall allow the pair's fists and feet to speak the last chorus, before the encounter concludes... one way or another.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Ryuujin's Wyvern's Sting.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Ryuujin
Eventually, Marisol finds reason to lift herself from the ground, dark eyes fixed on the young man before her. It's nothing personal, of course - she realizes as much. Shaking her head once, she attempts to shake off the fuzziness, a hand pressed to her forehead. But he remains relentless; he doesn't hesitate to charge in once again, intent on obviously taking the half-Spaniard out of the fight.
When his foot explodes at her, however, she intercepts it for once - successfully. It's enough impact to give her reason to grunt and grit her teeth, but those gray eyes widen considerably, lips pulling into a sharp smirk across her lips. It starts out silent, but it can be heard - a laugh, bubbling from deep within.
Then she bursts out with a sharp cackle, eyes wide. "HIT HARDER THAN THAT!!" she screams, before she attempts to sock him sharply across the face, to herald a glorious symphony of pain, if she is fortunate enough..!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Ryuujin with Red Clover.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Ryuujin
The fist recoils swiftly to her side, knuckles white as she clenches her fist. Following the initial blow, said fist barrels forward, right into Ryuujin's gut. Following up, the half-Spaniard girl's fists ignite with that same, yellowy chi, glowing brightly before she swings one after the other, a left hook, then a right. The right, however, explodes with energy, to send the Onryudo practitioner sailing in the direction of her fist's motion.
As for Marisol, she bends at the waist thereafter, gasping desperately for breaths. The fact she managed to HIT him is a miracle, as far as she's concerned. But, likely, it's the end of the line for her, should he persist.
Tilting her head, she offers a lopsided smirk, still chuckling regardless.
"Harder, you say?" Ryuujin comments, before attempting to shift forward, leaning towards the punch and trying to simply ignore it. But apparently that is not to be in this case, as he's whapped across the face harder then anticipated, sending stumbling back and losing that burst of inertia. He begins to turn back only to double over upon the blow to his stomach, contemplating the newfound scorch of chi before the rest of her rapid assault disorients him. Such is rare; Fluctuating control of his mind, and he doesn't know where he is until he's sliding upon the ground on his back. Slowly he flows back to his feet, black scorches upon his shredded shirt, breathing just a tad quick himself. "...I shall decide how to fight you." is teased. And then he merely bursts into a run, gathering an incredible amount of momentum. Before unleashing a vicious upwards kick, aiming to hit Marisol right within the chin. The explosive force should be more then sufficient to send her a couple meters into the air, were it to land clean...
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Ryuujin's Tiamat's Revenge.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Ryuujin
Of course, once Marisol is airborne to a level hopefully concurrent with an upskirt, Ryuujin snaps up his hand and catches her ankle. Twisting his body around in a ripple of muscle that belies his mass, he /slams/ her into the ground nearby, rather viciously hard. Before rearing back one hand, and following through with a final blow to her solar plexus, to ravage her central nervous system while expelling every ounce of air she has. It's an incredibly uncomfortable experience to most who partake in it, and does at least settle her loss in the conflict... Whether he can survive the aftermath himself remains to be seen.
"Yes. Harder! You can hit harder than that - I KNOW IT!" Grinning from ear to ear, the girl's eyes are widened with a newfound ferocity and willingness to pursue this engagement til the bitter end. Curling her hands into fists, she makes her move, slugging the Onryudo disciple across the face. But she doesn't let up in her pursuits - closing in, she adds another series of blows, ultimately sending him skidding across the concrete.
As he rises, she watches closely, lips still pulled tightly across her face. He shall decide how to fight her? "I won't forgive you if you pull punches," she all but hisses, despite the teasing nature of his words. Holding her ground, those fiery depths narrow sharply, mere slits as he closes in the distance and erupts with a kick to send her flying into the air. Soar she does, but still the smile lingers.
Tossed and throw about like a rag doll, the final blow to her solar plexus all but buries her further into the ground. But still, Marisol seems mildly contented, despite the wrenching pain. Wincing slightly, the redhead slowly rises to her feet. It's not over yet, it seems. She's got a little left in her.
"T-that was good," she stammers, clutching at her chest. She pauses briefly, coughing once before - rather unexpectedly - the girl blazes forward, her swan song before throwing in the towel, a fist aimed for his face...
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Ryuujin with Cloud Nine.
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COMBATSYS: Ryuujin takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin can no longer fight.
The fist connects, a solid blow embraced with chi. Much like before, the attacks are the same - three hooks are swiftly delivered without hesitation. She pauses only briefly, to kneel slightly and deliver a hard uppercut, meant to stun - for good reason. Her hands reach out, snaring him by his collar as she clenches her jaw, eyes pinching shut before she slams her forehead in, to crash it against his in a fierce headbutt before she shoves him back.
Only when he is briefly disoriented does she jerk forward and crouch low, only to swiftly ascend and let a fiery uppercut crash into his jaw and send him skyrocketing.
Any hope that Ryuujin had of reigning supreme in this fight is lost when he slips up his forearms, and her chi-infused punch shatters through and strikes him. He turns back, before being struck again. A final time he attempts to assert his guard, but he's simply plowed through. It's not a complete and utter beating; He's retaining quick, vivid flashes of conscious awareness, sometimes shifting, and almost gets up his hand before the first stunning uppercut. It's more the sheer volume of scorching energy in the end, launching him into the air to crash upon a nearby wall. Twisting in his descent he lands upon his knees, trembling a moment before just rolling over and slumping. The mental strain is too great. But he manages to rear up into a sit, forearms across his knees. "I believe... we are at an impasse." is offered, assuming Marisol is not unconscious herself. At least the trashcan housing his Hello Kitty alarm clock was unharmed.
When all is said and done...Marisol is through.
The final blow delivered, Marisol drops to her knees, hands flat on the concrete beneath her as she struggles for breath. Worn and ragged, the girl can't push herself any further, much like the young man before her. For a moment, however, she focuses more on catching a nice, deep breath. It takes tremendous effort.
Eventually, smoky eyes peer up from the ground, looking towards the young man a short ways away. Is he? No, he's more or less down himself, and the sight draws a heavy sigh and a lopsided smirk, eyes drawing shut. "S-sorry," she apologizes, her head sagging forward further, a curtain of coppery red veiling her face. "I got a little...carried away."
Regardless, he has a point, and realizing this, the girl rises to her feet. Shuffling toward her discarded bags, she cautiously kneels, picking them up into her hands. Rising fully, she begins to walk toward the mouth of the alley, but pauses, glancing over a shoulder toward the young man.
"It was fun. I mean it. If you ever want to spar again sometime, just find me at Pacific." A grin pulls across her full lips, that single visible eye narrowing in obvious amusement. "Thanks for not tearing my shirt this time around," she adds, turning her back and making her way back out into the streets, lest he stop her.
Log created on 16:50:47 07/25/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 16:24:17 07/26/2007.