Description: Enter Wing Xiaoping! First crime: disturbing the peace! The Young Empress' debut as a Southtown streetfighter doesn't get off to the most successful start as she belligerently challenges innocent bystander Aranha to an unnecessary battle, but our anti-heroine remains determined to someday truly become the Queen of the Streets. (Winner: Aranha)
After an earlier match Aranha had came here to relax, recover, and get his mind right. While the harbor still remains busy. Aranha remains apart from it all watching and listening to his music through his sunglasses. Oddly enough it's not the capoeira music that people would think he'd listen to. The ex-cat burglar is listening to some underground rap artist who hasn't received much of following but he respects as far as talent.
He looks down at his slightly singed clothing and then leans back at the wall closing his eyes and taking deep breaths as he sinks into what passes for meditation for him. Hopefully his peace won't be disturbed.
A loud slam disrupts Aranha's wishful thinking.
Why open a door when you can kick it?
Wing Xiaoping, Queen of the Streets, emerges onto the docks grinning impishly, Rock The Bells backpack slung casually over one shoulder as she strides out of the questionable harborside public bathroom and into the sunlight. Shielding her eyes, a pair of expensive men's sunglasses slightly too big for her face; cloaking her rail-thin frame, an overlarge white and grey Sean John hoody and baggy blue designer jeans; in her backpack, her hastily doffed Justice High uniform, which she has discovered to her dismay cannot be removed on-campus for fear of retribution from teachers who are way tougher than they have a right to be. They're punks, of course. So their strength is irrelevant.
But still, yikes.
Right now, though, young Wing's natural state of self-satisfied smugness has been fully restored, to say nothing of her usual belligerence. For she has yet to claim any turf. (She's also yet to make any friends amongst her petrified peers, but this is of far less concern to her.) It's only her third day in Japan, but she is determined to change this as soon as possible-- and what's tougher than the docks? Why not start here?
These are her thoughts when she bursts out of the bathroom noisily near Aranha, and this may explain, if not excuse, why she immediately jerks her head toward him. He may have moved instinctively at the noise to see its source; he may have not. But she /thinks/ he has looked in her direction through those sunglasses, and that is all the provocation she needs.
"What!?"
She lets her sunglasses slip down her nose so he can see her intimidatingly angry face. As a result, the only thing about her more comical than her angry face is how far down her nose her overlarge sunglasses have to go to reveal her eyes, and they dangerously teeter on the edge of just falling off.
"Back off, punk!"
The girl clenches her fists and leers at him.
"This is my turf!"
It's more of an experiment than anything. She's not truly pissed off.
Not yet, anyway.
Aranha lowers his sunglasses, his eyes showing that he's not afraid. If anything there's just an annoyed expression on his face. Normally Aranha's a social creature but the few times he wants to be left alone he doesn't expect to be shaken so violently out of his reverie.
The frown that becomes even more pronounced on his face as he rises to his feet. "I just came here to chill and then you step to me like that? You're out your damn mind."
He doesn't make an attempt to look intimidating. He doesn't care enough. He does say the next part with utmost seriousness though, "I haven't been in this city for long and even if I'm not associated with the people who would disagree with this being your turf, I know enough to know that making such claims can get your ass killed. If you want to continue making those claims, go ahead. As far I'm concerned, keep it moving."
"He he he..."
No girl should giggle so high while sneering so much.
"Gah ha ha ha ha ha!"
Wing crosses her arms and half-grins, half-smirks up at the matter-of-fact man. "The only one who's going to be moving is you, sucka," she pronounces, cheerfully enough. "If you're not associated with 'the people who would disagree', then you're insignificant. So you should thank me now." Her eyes are glittering now with a strange, sinister light unsuited to that cute little face. Quietly, she removes her sunglasses, calmly slipping them into her hoody's front pocket.
"For it is you who will see the beginning of the Wing Dynasty."
She lifts and slams her right foot to the ground, and the crates around them shake violently with the force of the tremor, a strength that far belies her petite frame.
"Better run, punk!!" she shouts, in what she hopes will soon be notorious as her warcry, and immediately attacks.
The rapid hand gestures and the way her arms swing as she advances, sidling in with disconcerting smoothness, suggest she is a practicioner of some form of kung fu, yet when she crouches and brings her palms forward as though to strike low it is only a feint-- she sweeps them out like wings, provoking more forward momentum, and lurches up abruptly in a fierce headbutt up at Aranha's face, literally leaping off the ground to make it far enough.
"In your FACE!"
She's really been working on these lines.
COMBATSYS: Wing has started a fight here.
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Wing 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Aranha has joined the fight here.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Wing
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Wing's Taiga Style.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Wing
Capoeiristas are used to seeing headbutts and so he weaves out of the way of headbutt with a relaxed leaning motion off to the side. The evasion seems as though it's second nature to him. "If you insist on dancing with me..." He then lifts the leg opposite of the side that he leaned over to and whips the foot upwards in a snap kick right onto her ribs before attempting to pull backwards enough to go into ginga. "... then I hope you can keep up with the beat."
COMBATSYS: Wing endures Aranha's Short Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wing
"Ergh--!"
Wing grunts in mingled pain and consternation, eyes widening slightly as first her headbutt is casually evaded and then a quick kick nails her in the ribs. With her feet having left the ground, the force of the blow nails her and sends her back several feet, yet when she lands she does not appear too troubled by the loss of ground. Gritting her teeth, she glares at the man who has just made her opening attacks slightly less cool by, well, making her wiff it.
This means war!
"Keep /up/ with the beat?"
Xiaoping tries to snarl, but it comes out as more of a grin; for what is theoretically a 'turf war', she seems to be having a bit too much fun.
"The only beat you'll feel is my own! HAAAAAAAH--!"
There is no visible evidence of chi, yet when she clenches her fists and stiffens her stances her clothes whip around her; tendons in her slender neck tightening, reaching out her left arm, she grimaces in concentration-- before roaring in fury and punching out with her right fist into the air. There is no projection, no flash of light. Yet the sheer force of the blow, of the strength channeled into that punch, caused the wind she has summoned to explode outward violently, picking up dust and debris as the gale blast threatens to slam painfully into the capoeria fighter.
Chortling at her own power, Wing crosses her arms and smirks.
"When I dance," she remarks, "I lead."
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Wing's Dragonforce.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Wing
Aranha studies the mechanics of the attack carefully. From the stiffening of her stance, the concentration in her face, the tightening of tendons in her neck. Every single detail of the attack is painstakingly recorded and analyzed in a matter of moments and the moment the gust of wind releases he notices how much force is put into it and realizes he doesn't want to be there when it goes off.
With a quick side step he moves out of the way of the wind and he decides to respond by attempting to hit her fast and hard.
Aranha performs a roundhouse kick covered with blue chi followed by a chi enhanced spinning jump kick and once he lands he then flips backward as he brings a glowing blue foot down upon his opponent.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Wing with Aggressive Dance.
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Aranha 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Wing
"Aiiyaa--!"
Wing's expletive, the dismayed companion to her realization that Aranha has dodged, comes far too long. With some desperation she attempts to scramble out of the way, displaying a fairly impressive bit of flexibility in the way she bends, but she is not half as flexible as Aranha himself and not nearly fast enough. The first kick tags her and sends her spinning around, rendering her completely vulnerable to the neat two strikes, and she is send staggering back into a group of crates, knocking them down noisily.
"Atatata..."
Grimacing, Wing emerges from the heap with a fierce glare up at her opponent. She looks at first like she's about to say something, then appears to think better of it and instead slams her right foot down again, setting the fallen crates around her to trembling.
"Come on, come on!" she says impatiently. "I'm just getting warmed up!"
She doesn't sound scared. She /does/ sound angry.
COMBATSYS: Wing gathers her will.
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Aranha 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Wing
Aranha started this fight in somewhat of a bad mood and he's still in that bad mood and Wing just happened to make herself a convenient target for his bad mood. Of course just because he's in a bad mood, doesn't mean she'll be able to draw him into making stupid mistakes.
He watches as she stomps. And it looks like her offensive was cut off. He on the other hand plans on continuing the offensive by leaping forward in a spin using it to power the leaping kick that he attempts to slam into the smaller opponent as hard as he can.
COMBATSYS: Wing interrupts Colossal Kick from Aranha with Shaolin Worldwide.
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Aranha 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Wing
o/~ Who the f*** are you to criticize me!?
Wing bares her teeth in a fierce grin as Aranha hurls himself toward her. The kick is a heavy one and though she is able to take the brunt of it by twisting and blocking with her arm she still grunts loudly from the impact. But with the kick successfully deflected, the torque provided by her twist gives her extra force of her own-- and she applies it all the way by windmilling her arms around and slamming three hammerfists in succession up Aranha's body. One strike to the abdomen, one strike to the sternum, and one strike to the head, all completed before he hits the ground.
She's panting quietly for breath once she's finished and flexing the arm she blocked with repeatedly, resisting the urge to rub it, but she looks quite satisfied with herself.
"How about a little respect!?"
After the blows land and man did they hurt but he won't show it instead he smiles slightly. Secure in his knowledge that he still holds onto as much of an advantage as he had before the exchange especially since he knows how much that kick hurt her. The fact that he gets to be disrespectful to her because of it is a bonus. "Respect? No. That was a dumb move. You won't get anything other than a s*** beating if you don't fight with your head."
The spider then moves in again dancing in before suddenly performing a cartwheel right at her delivering a kick from it right for her torso. If the strike hits either guard or stomach, he'll bounce backwards from it and back into an upright position. Otherwise he'll cartwheel right past her.
COMBATSYS: Wing blocks Aranha's Change-Up Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Wing
"Rrr--"
Wing growls low in her throat, seeing no reason to hide how miffed she is at his response. This guy really takes the cake! But she's going to take it right back, she's sure of it. And his lunch money besides!
"I'd've used my head," she snaps as he approaches, "if you hadn't moved out of the way!" But just because she has time to quip doesn't mean she isn't concerned about the attack, and her defense is ready and sufficient, blocking with her other arm and shoving him back to help him along-- and get started a bit early herself. For as she follows through with the shove she thrusts the palm of her other arm back, and with the motion smoothly lowers herself into the splits, kicking out low and fierce at his knee as she does so, trying to knock the fast-moving fellow's leg out from under him with style.
"Booyah!" she shouts-- even if she misses, she looks rather pleased at her own artful position. Even if it is a little... vulnerable.
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Wing's Light Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Wing
If Wing makes an attempt to take his legs from under him with style by dropping into a split, Aranha avoids it with style. With a big grin on his face (since that would infuriate her even more), he leaps up into the air with a twist as he brings both legs up into the air, held straight but tucks them towards his chest as he's brought up and over the kick. He then comes downwards bringing his feet down upon Wing's head.
COMBATSYS: Wing dodges Aranha's Armada Dupla.
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Aranha 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Wing
"Aiyaa..."
This one is under her breath as Xiaoping sees her pride go /after/ her fall-- or at lesat, after her kick, as her opponent leaps straight up and over her graceful low strike. But this time her scramble is successful; the aerial stomp misses by inches as she rolls to the side, twisting onto her shoulder and away and coming up in a crouch.
"Come on, come on!"
She's not taunting; if anything, the frustration in her voice makes it sound like she's either just demanding more of him or talking to herself. She acts as quickly as she can, slamming her foot down again to summon the strength she needs and thrusting out her fist to straight punch Aranha directly in the gut.
"WATAAAHH!"
Teeth clenched, her eyes flare as she maintains the pose.
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Aranha with Strong Punch.
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Aranha 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Wing
Aranha attempts to drop backwards under the punch while thrusting out his knees to allow to go even lower. He does get low enough to drop completely under it but he doesn't drop quite low enough. Instead of catching the blow in the gut he ends up taking it to the chin and he slides backwards before rolling back to his feet.
He sways as he steps towards Wing, dancing. "Well, well. You actually managed to hit me." He places his hands on the ground as he swings a heel up at the side of her head with a grunt. It looks like this being his second fight today is beginning to take its toll on him.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Wing with Change-Up Kick.
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Aranha 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Wing
Wing bites off her retort, and almost her tongue with it.
This time she just messed up; she weaves the wrong direction and fouls up what might have been a clean evasion. She takes the blow hard to her head just as she tries to speak and is caught completely by surprise, stumbling backward and landing on her rear with a wince.
"Aahh..."
For a moment she's dazed, and the expression on the younger girl's face actually approaches something normal as she blinks up at Aranha. But she soon remembers where she is and that expression quickly becomes another disgruntled snarl, the beginnings of a flush creeping up her cheeks.
This is just too much!
Time to get ready for the real thing. Kip-uping to her feet, Wing seems to stagger forward and then lurches in quite suddenly, attempting to plow her shoulder into her opponent's chest.
COMBATSYS: Aranha endures Wing's Quick Punch.
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Aranha 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Wing
Aranha doesn't even get out of the way. As matter of fact he takes the shoulder full on but after the impact he spins around her hoping to disorient her a bit before launching himself at her since it's this that he intends use to put the final nail in the coffin.
Aranha leans away while moving his arm to shield his face and his body and then he leans forward to push away his opponent with a head butt to set up a turning kick off of his rear leg before placing his hand onto the ground and then throwing himself into a handstand where he launches a series of brutal snap kicks down upon his opponent's head. He drops down from the handstand and then performs a back flip kick.
COMBATSYS: Wing blocks Aranha's Full House EX.
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Aranha 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Wing
Wing doesn't get out of the way either.
She does, however, grit her teeth and lift her forearms over her head, shielding both herself from attacks and her look of trepidation from being seen-- she hopes.
Well, he might notice that she's nervous, but he won't be able to penetrate her defenses. She staggers back from the force of the headbutt but doesn't take it too hard, hunches over to let the kicks rain against her and then just mans up and waits for the hail of snap kicks to end. When he finally backflip kicks off of her--
"TAAAAHHH!"
Wing practically tears her arms away from her face, wild-eyed but triumphant, and *slams* her right foot on the ground, this time hard enough to crack the pavement beneath her. As she does so her clothes ripple wildly around her, more intensely than ever before, and she stands trembling, poised with one foot forward as she waits until Aranha finishes rotating in the air and is just about to land...
"HaaaaaaAAAAIIIII--!"
And then she lunges.
A blur, she rushes forward, wind breaking around her as her fist streaks again toward her opponent's gut, but this time covered in a punishing field of shuddering air...
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Wing's Wing Dynasty.
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Aranha 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Wing
If Aranha wasn't looking under his arm when he landed from the back flip kick he wouldn't have seen what was coming, though the sound of the ground cracking would be an excellent clue as well. The Dancing Spider keeps the appearance of having his back turned until just as soon as the punch looks as though it's about to connect when he flips backwards over Wing, landing lightly behind her.
With this position, he performs a series of spinning kicks which would usually serve as little more than harassment but given his knowledge of Wing's current state, he should be able to finish her should she not dodge them. His lips curling into grin as he draws back his foot.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Wing with Light Kick.
Glancing Blow
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Aranha 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Wing
"N--"
Wing is stunned.
"No!"
She can't contain her exclamation of dismay no matter how much satisfaction it might give her opponent. This was her chance! Her chance to begin the Wing Dynasty! Her super secret instant kill technique, ruined! And so casually, too.
Unforgivable!
She turns around with the snarliest snarl of all, eyes gleaming with blood rage, she is thus able to notice /just/ in time the swirl of kicks that threaten her. Staggering back, a few of the strikes clip her and she almost goes down-- but with impressive vitality and the unrelenting resolve to somehow avenge herself, young Wing does not fall.
"Come on!!"
Howling this in frustration, the girl leaps high into the air and attempts ferociously to slam both of her feet onto Aranha's shoulders and double-punch him directly into the face before kicking off and backflipping away herself.
COMBATSYS: Aranha fails to interrupt Bunny Buster from Wing with Light Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Wing
Aranha's jaw drops wide open in shock refusing to believe that she didn't get put down. "B-but how?", he barely manages to stammer out as Aranha tracks the Kung Fu stylist as she takes to the air. He seems able to track the attack as she descends upon him. He brings up a foot readying it to catch her before her feet touch the ground.
His body's fatigue continues to work him over and now he seems more fatigued and broken down but he can still move around a bit. "You're not going to win."
His body wobbles a bit as he performs the swaying dance waiting for her to come in.
"He he he..."
This sounds familiar.
"Gah ha ha ha ha!"
This time, though, Wing Xiaoping's laughter is less smug and more, well, maniacal. Eyes still wild with fury and pent-up frustration, she clenches her fists, sweat streaking the sides of a round face that could be cute if it were not distorted by rage.
"Now-- on your knees!"
With the very last of her strength she slams the ground one last time, clearly exhausted but unwilling to give up without having put out every ounce of energy she has into this fight. The wind ripples around her again as she draws her right fist back...
"And CALL ME QUEEN--"
...and punches out, unleashing another mighty shockwave that travels through the air and threatens to bowl Aranha into the pile of crates that Wing herself once fell into.
"--OF THE STREETS!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Wing's Dragonforce.
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Aranha 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Wing
Well it's often said in songs that good Capoeiristas never need to run. And even if Aranha indeed is a fairly good Capoeirista, he's an even better Traceur. Traceurs /do/ run. Aranha goes into a mad dash staying ahead of her personal gale force winds before he leaps on top of those same crates.
The gust of wind sends a few of the crates flying and Aranha leaps atop the flying crates to get up even higher before jumping towards the wall kicking off of it to finally launch himself one foot first right for her stomach.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Wing with Sky's the Limit.
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Aranha 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Wing
When he lands he looks at Wing and smiles counting off points with his fingers, "One... I like standing, thank you. Two... You're no damn queen. You're just a fly as far as I'm concerned... Three... I grew up on the streets. Each one of these damn scars are from the Streets of Metro City so calm your damn nerves. As for the streets of Southtown, the people who'd dispute your claims are probably stronger and/or faster than me and also have capabilities beyond fighting. You better forget about turf unless you get your weight up in more ways than one. Don't step to me again unless you need me to turn cabbage to coleslaw once more. I'm gonna find somewhere else to chill. Peace."
With that Aranha begins walking away again his back completely turned to her but he's not walking away quickly enough that it will make it impossible for one final attack to be launched. But he seems fully aware of the possibility.
Wing is pretty impressed.
But she's not going to let that show. Oh no. She is the one who calls to her knees, wheezing and gasping for breath as Aranha speaks, not even able to muster the energy to glare at him again. But when once he turns around and begins walking away, a final surge of desperation lightens her leaden limbs; silently, she sways to her feet.
"The streets of Metro City, huh..."
Staggering forward, this time not out of tactical concerns but simply because she is exhausted, the would-be gangsta schoolgirl hurls closes in rapidly, bursting into a sudden lunge.
"...then here's a souvenier..."
And then she seems to trip, swinging her leg out wildly as she careens to the side-- but there's more power behind it than there seems, as with many of her strikes, and the wild swing of her leg may be enough to, if it connects, cleave his legs out from under him and send him crashing painfully to the ground.
"--the streets of Hong Kong!!"
Her crazy stumble sends her twisting to the ground...
COMBATSYS: Wing can no longer fight.
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...where she stays.
"...nngh..."
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Wing's Light Kick.
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There was a reason why Aranha chose the stomach as his target for the signature move. He planned for the possibility of that final attack from the moment she had sent the mighty wind at him the final time. When he landed the kick, he wanted to make sure she would be too tired to make an effective final attack.
Even if she didn't announce the fact that she would be giving him a souvenier, the heavy breathing, the stumbling noises and the sliding sound of the kick all dead give-aways.
With a quick front flip brings him well out of range of the kick. He turns around and shakes his head at the girl. She wants nothing more than to be the streets. Aranha wants nothing more than to be done with them. But the hustla is still alive in him and probably will remain that way even if he wishes to leave the burglary game behind. To be honest, it's downright depressing to him.
Wing breathes quietly, the world hazy around her. Blinking rapidly, she struggles to maintain even a state of semi-consciousness...
Even she knows this is no place for a girl to take a nap.
"Hey," she croaks, managing to tilt her head to squint up at her victorious opponent. He looks pretty glum for a winner. She doesn't get it, but. "You're... pretty good... I've never seen... moves like those..."
She sighs, letting her eyes close just for a bit.
"America... I'll go there someday..."
She's just mumbling to herself now, pulling her hood up as a cushion.
"...after I've conquered Southtown..."
Hoo boy.
COMBATSYS: Aranha has ended the fight here.
Log created on 03:01:45 08/14/2007 by Wing, and last modified on 08:45:16 08/14/2007.