Description: A new terror strikes Justice High: Wing Xiaoping! Second crime: fighting in the halls! That and public indecency, as two schoolgirls duke it out for lunch money, bragging rights, and just the love of the fight in the middle of midday break. In the end it's a tie between Wing and Mizuki, but... next time, the Queen of the Streets is making /sure/ she wears jeans to every match. [Winner: Draw Match]
And now it's time for the shakedown.
Justice High: a noble institution. The facilities, the students, and the teachers are all top-notch; while not an international school in the vein of Pacific High, the on-campus housing allows for visiting students to indulge as well in their esteemed level of education. For those with the chips to pay the bills, the gleaming corridors of Justice are the place to be for any aspiring young student.
And Wing Xiaoping, as it happens, can afford the school just fine--
"Now empty your pockets, sucka!"
--but hustlin' is just in her nature.
Cute as a button in her Justice High uniform, the diminutive Hong Kong native leers down at the figure cowering at her feet: a slightly younger man easily almost a feet taller than her when standing, though much shorter now as, clutching at his gut, he wheezes while fumbling with his wallet.
"That's right. /All/ your lunch money! Wing is /hungry/!"
So much for justice.
A small crowd of wide-eyed students has gathered to watch the exchange, silent and transfixed at the hijinx of this new girl. No teachers seem to be anywhere in the vicinity, and by all appearances Wing is going to get off scott-free.
"Now," the smug Chinese girl says as she violently tugs away the money the boy has proffered her with shaking hands, thereby unbalancing him and sending him to his knees, "call me Queen of the Streets!"
The poor boy, glasses cracked and nose bloody, looks confused.
"What streets?" he asks blearily.
She backhands him.
"Just say it!!"
Well, this is awkward.
Indeed. Unlike, say, the quite famous (or infamous) Kyosuke Kagami of Taiyo High, Mizuki is not part of the Morals Committee. Nor is she some burning pyre of justice, like some of the other high schoolers that exist in Southtown. For the most part she's pretty reserved and pretty calm, in fact. However...
... she can't let something like this go. Even at Justice, it seems this sudden assault and bravado has confounded most of the students--it's up to Mizuki, apparently. Still, she can't come crashing in like a bull. So instead...
... she walks up, and places a hand on Wing's shoulder. "Now, now," she says, pleasantly, "you shouldn't do things like that... taking people's money and demanding that they call you queen. That's for bad people to do. You're not bad, are you?"
Wing stiffens.
Without turning around, the rail-thin girl quietly and calmly slips the bills she has just procured underneath the collar of her shirt and into, um, a secret compartment, and lets her Rock the Bells backpack slip down her other shoulder and onto the ground, the sound of it hitting the ground the only thing breaking her silence.
"I..."
She turns.
"...am BAD TO THE BONE."
Wing Xiaoping looks up at Mizuki with raw menace in her brown eyes, glaring dangerously up at the taller, gentler redhead-- and reaches up to shove her lightly and provocatively on the chest.
"Listen, chubby."
Well, if you consider Wing's own build to be standard...
"I think," she continues, her tone now a ghastly parody of Mizuki's pleasant voice made all the more worrisome as Wing's voice really is quite girly, "you look like you've been spending a little bit too much money on lunch yourself. Too much milk, hmmm?"
Shove. A little harder this time.
"How about I do you a favor and take some of that money off of /your/ hands?"
It's comical, being intimidated by this little girl, but also unnerving. Like, in the way that clowns can be unnerving. You might want to laugh, and yet, it's right in your face, and it's just so /weird/... not to mention in Wing's case, the ill intent in her eyes looks quite sincere indeed.
Mizuki is nonplussed, certainly; this five foot nothing girl is poking her chest, and while it's not damaging or forcing her back a step, yet, the attitude is unmistakable. However... Mizuki meets Wing's glare with her own pleasant gaze, though she lets hers harden -just- a tad at the poking. The insults are left alone for now.
"That is as may be, but being 'bad to the bone'" (you can -hear- the quotes, for sure), "does not mean you are a bad person..." And... then she shakes her head a little.
Now she -does- withdraw, about five or six steps; reaching back behind her, she draws her baton, though it's left dangling loosely from a hand. This attitude... she's recognized it, now, and she's seen it before.
"If you want my 'lunch money'... then you're welcome to it... if you win." That is, in and of itself, a challenge, of course, but Mizuki also hopes that by challenging Wing's bravado she'll force the smaller girl to back down.
"Oh, and... first move to you, if you want it."
"He he he..."
The smaller girl's shoulders begin to shake.
"Gah ha ha ha ha ha!"
Wing throws her head back and laughs; when she is finished, she meets Mizuki's eyes with a half-mischievous, half-sinister sparkle in her own. "Oh, honey," she remarks with evident mirth, "you /know/ what I like."
Taking a deep breath and furrowing her brow, skirt flaring up slightly with the sudden movement, Wing slams her palms together-- and the lockers around her rattle from the shockwave. Mizuki can feel the breeze ruffle her hair. The surrounding kids back off even more; the bloodied boy scrambles out of the way, though he doesn't flee entirely-- he might get his money back, and out of a girl's bra besides. Bonus!
"Grandpa was right..."
Spreading her feet, Wing Xiaoping lowers herself into a cat stance, hands shifting artfully in some obscure and supposedly animal-resembling gesture.
"...staying in school /is/ cool!"
And she lunges to the attack. With startling strength she bursts forward, seeming almost to slide across the linoleum tile of the hallway floor as she draws her left hand back and thrusts her right palm out, aiming to strike--
"Now I wonder..."
--directly at Mizuki's chest.
"...if they'll pop!?"
COMBATSYS: Wing has started a fight here.
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Wing 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mizuki has joined the fight here.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Wing
COMBATSYS: Mizuki fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Wing with Deep Strike.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Wing
Pop, they will -not-. However, that impact is enough to send Mizuki stumbling back, coughing as air is blown from her lungs. Unh. Lesson one: never underestimate your opponent. Mizuki had thought to intercept--but the smaller girl is very very fast, at least in relation to Mizuki's chosen power strike, and so it's all she can do to stay on her feet as she skids backwards across the tiled floor. First points to Wing.
"A very good punch," she murmurs, after a few moments regaining her breath, then she rises to her feet. "But hardly enough to put even me down... you'll have to try harder," she says--and when she does, she says it with a -smile-. Almost as if she's not really taking Wing seriously.
"Damn," Wing mumbles. "So they're like cushions..."
She'll have to find a less shielded area, clearly.
"Fine! HaaaaAAAAAIIII--"
Eager to show the taller girl up and unashamed to succumb to any and all taunts, the would-be Queen of the Streets rushes forward once more into the breach. Lips twisted into a snarl, Wing closes in, bringing her palms forward as though preparing for a double-palm strike-- and then sweeps them to her sides abruptly, gathering extra torque as she leaps off the ground and lunges into a fierce and savage headbutt to her opponent's pretty face.
"--TAAAAAAHHH!"
It's time to teach the world to respect Wing Xiaoping!
COMBATSYS: Mizuki reflects Taiga Style from Wing with Suishou no Kagami.
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Wing
They're--like -what-...? Man, Wing's just a little... ahem. No, no, mustn't think that way. Gotta keep one's mind on the fight. Mizuki's eyes narrow, as she catches the formation of that unnatural wind... an opening she's prepared to use. Even as Wing is lunging in, Mizuki is half-stepping back, her baton twirling through a perfect circle, the far end glowing bright blue-silver.
Once, twice it sweeps through, and while it's sweeping, Mizuki is speaking. "Suishou no..." There's a flash of energy and a thick, solid mirror of pure ice chi flashes into existence.
"KAGAMI!" It appears just in time for Wing's chi to hit--and the reaction is quite spectacular, with that gathered chi energy suddenly exploding forward, blowing Wing away from Mizuki with a chill blast of that energy.
Wing hits the lockers with a resounding clang.
"Atatata..."
Wincing and rubbing the back of her head, it's a rare moment for the Queen of the Streets as she forgets herself and pouts for a bit, actually looking like a girl her age for a second. Preoccupied with her recovery, she reaches down to straighten her ruffled skirt. What's the point of these things, honestly? Why can't everyone just wear baggy jeans?
"--rrr!"
Belatedly, Wing realizes she has been bested.
"What the /crap/ was that!?"
Lurching to her feet, the shorter girl glares up at her opponent. Okay, so something about the way she projected her energy in that attack. Wing's smart enough to realize that was the trigger. It's rare when she herself emits the wind, but it happens sometimes. But if that's what it takes-- then now it's time to really show off.
"Well, it was cute," Wing says disdainfully, shifting her weight (such as it is), "but nothing much. Let me show you REAL technique! Ha!" And again she slams her right foot to the ground, setting the lockers to trembling noisily once more-- only this time, they keep on rattling, as Wing takes a long slow deep breath and the wind sucks in around her...
There's no ethereal glow, no mark that chi is being overtly used. Everything occuring seems to be purely internal on her part. There is an intense force gathering in that fist. But that stance she has is not for lunging out of, and she's too far away to strike--
"WAAATAAAAHHH!"
--which is why when Wing punches out, what blasts out at Mizuki is not the girl's fist but the gale-force blast of wind that emerges from the sheer transferred momentum of Wing's mighty blow.
Dust flies everywhere as the dragon's howl tears forth.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki blocks Wing's Dragonforce.
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Mizuki 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Wing
Indeed, a most impressive technique. Mizuki weighs her chances and finds that the hallway is too narrow to simply avoid; she's forced to simply cover up, the blast of wind knocking her back a few feet again.
When she uncovers, she makes note of some tears to her skin, and to her uniform... and she nods to Wing. "That is an impressive technique, indeed," she replies. "Not many could transfer force like that..."
With this pause in the fight, Mizuki decides to adopt her defensive style once more--.. or does she? While she momentarily looks as though she is going to go into a brief repose, instead she lunges forward, making up the distance and then some, snapping out a high kick for Wing's forehead.
"But fights are rarely determined in a single blow!"
COMBATSYS: Wing fails to interrupt Light Kick from Mizuki with Shaolin Worldwide.
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Mizuki 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Wing
"Gah ha ha ha ha!"
No one could have survived that much dust!
"Now you see the power of-- ...oh."
Well, okay, fair enough. Really, Wing just gets a rush every time she successfully pulls off that technique; it's her second-favorite move, and one even her grandpa was impressed that she could perform! But, uh, what's happening now?
"O, oh, yeah?" she exclaims, not exactly sure how to respond to something so... proverbial. In doubt, she decides to respond to it with what she almost inevitably responds with, that is to say, violence. Twirling around, she aims to sideline Mizuki's high kick and tear a few new holes in the better-endowed girl's uniform with a few fierce strikes, but it is not to be-- she flubs it up this time and twirls right into the kick, staggering back and falling on her butt again.
"W, well..." she manages, shaking her head to clear it, "...shut up!"
Hmm. That could've been bad--still, nothing's decided yet. Mizuki withdraws her leg and backs a step up, smiling pleasantly still. "Well, miss... do you give up?" It's said in an almost-teasing manner, but Mizuki seems to be serious. "Gotten the fight out of your system?" Probably not, given Wing's continued aggression...
So Mizuki waits, but lets her gaze watch over Wing's position, her movements. She may be asking but she doesn't believe for a moment that Wing's done yet. "Of course, we can continue this fight if you desire... or I could just buy you lunch, if you need it that badly..."
If it's an insult, it's not meant to be--but it sure might sound like it.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki focuses on her next action.
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Mizuki 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Wing
Oh, that tears it.
Wing's eyes flare as she surges to her feet with startling abruptness and charges toward Mizuki, gathering momentum like a tidal wave.
"Yoooouuuuu skaaaaaaannkkk--"
And she hurls herself at the pleasantly smiling redhead like a pouncing jungle cat, howling with fury and frustration and looking as though she's about to start scratching out Mizuki's eyes.
"--I'll make you eat your own baton!"
But Wing does not reach for her opponent's face at all. Instead she reaches higher, attempting to get a grip on that crimson hair...
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Mizuki with Quick Throw.
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Mizuki 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Wing
...and, snagging it, viciously drag Mizuki's head down, tugging painfully with a malicious snarl.
"You'd like /that/, wouldn't you!?" Wing is clearly lost to the world, consumed by her own ceaseless belligerence. "Yeah! Yeah, you would!" Jerking her fists around as though trying to tear out her opponent's hair by the roots, the shorter girl resorts to staggering around in a circle and dragging Mizuki around the hall by her hair.
"Forget lunch! I'm the Queen of the Streets! Say it! Say it!"
Wing pulls Mizuki's head back up and glares into her eyes, shaking the baton-wielding girl's head all about.
"CALL ME QUEEN!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEOW!" screams Mizuki, as -- as her -hair- is pulled! That -really hurt-. Guh! She's thinking of REALLY NASTY NAMES for Wing right now, as she struggles free from the girl. Fortunately she's not -saying- them, because this is PG-rated... but man, where Mizuki's eyes were friendly, now, now they're more focused. Narrowed. Not -angry-.
No, not angry. RIGHTEOUS. And with furious righteousness, Mizuki strides forward and seeks to -slap- Wing right across the cheek. Those blue eyes are vibrating with remembered pain and echoes of emotion, and as she slaps, she cries out, indigantly, "That -HURT-!"
COMBATSYS: Wing blocks Mizuki's Weapon Jab.
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Mizuki 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Wing
"Not as much as it's GONNA-- wha--"
Wing jerks her hands up reflexively and sways away as Mizuki's slap is only just parried by a forearm; even so, the little Chinese girl looks just as stunned as she would be if she had been hit.
"What the--"
Her eyes widen, and she tilts her head slowly, as though crazed.
"Don't slap /me/!"
Looking shocked, appalled, and more than a little out of control, the Queen of the Streets steps up and brings her hand back across her face.
"I'll slap /you/!" she sputters, and aims a furious backhand at Mizuki's cheek.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki interrupts Quick Punch from Wing with Koori no Hebi.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Wing
"Yes, you might," replies Mizuki. And then--a flash of inspiration.
"Then again, you might not!" Well, it's true and untrue. Wing's hand does make contact with Mizuki's cheek--the redhead's forced to turn her head. But while she's turning her head...
Her baton sweeps up, past Wing. It looks almost natural, like she's flailing--save for the cresting, knee-high wave of icy chi that forms--*around* Wing.
Time for some DRAMATICS: "Ike!!! KOORI NO HEBI!"
And with a hissing sound, Mizuki's baton sweeps downward and that cresting wave flares, doubles in size to Mizuki's waist, engulfing Wing and literally blasting her back away from the redhead.
Ice cold.
"Wuuaah--!?"
So cold it burns.
"Aaiiyaa!"
Squealing in dismay, Wing Xiaoping, Queen of the Streets, decides conclusively on two important things as she goes flying back from the origin point of the blast: first, there are a great deal more ways to fight than she ever presumed; and second, that skirts really, really suck. It's one thing to have the onlookers snickering at the girlish way she cries out when she goes bouncing down the hall; it's another thing entirely to be giving them an eyeful at the same time.
Unforgivable!
Again Wing lurches to her feet with abandon, and this time a slight flush stains her cheeks alongside her obvious usual emotions of savage mercilessness and unreasoning rage. "Arrghh!" She stomps the ground repeatedly; at first it seems a childish exercise in frustration, until it becomes apparent that her clothes are beginning to ripple around her from the sheer force she is beginning to gather. Not that it's any good to get your clothes to rippling when you're wearing a pleated skirt but, dammit, they already saw everything anyway. "Your lame tricks are as stupid as the weird way you talk! What do you know!? I bet you haven't even /heard/ of the Wu-Tang Clan!" Ah, the mark of true education.
"Get READY!"
COMBATSYS: Wing gathers her will.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Wing
Mizuki does not want, or need, an eyeful of what Wing's got. She's seen it before. On herself, no less. Still, she finds herself with a rare moment to reflect, and to consider, as Wing's wind-power starts building up.
"The--Wu-Tang Clan? I'm sorry, you're right, I haven't heard of them. Are they a music group?" Ah, so naive, Mizuki! Still... she decides she can afford to match Wing, power for power--so just a moment later, silver-blue energy starts spiraling up around Mizuki's body, a twisting double-helix that surrounds the redhead with energy.
"If you intend to do this more often, perhaps you should consider wearing bloomers," she remarks, guessing at Wing's source of agitation and frustration.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki gathers her will.
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Mizuki 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Wing
"Perhaps YOU should consider getting a REDUCTION!"
Wing always tries to be the first to up the ante.
"I hear many women often feel quite relieved afterward," she continues conversationally, still powering up, and quite within hearing of the entire audience. "Besides avoiding the back pain that might have plagued them in their middle age, they're able to prevent any unsightly sagging, and physical activity in general becomes less fatiguing."
Really though, Wing begins to feel a little more respect for her opponent despite herself. The way she powers up is pretty cool looking. Not as cool as kung fu, mind you-- but pretty cool.
Still...
"And as far as YOU are concerned--"
She charges forward.
"--the Wu-Tang Clan--"
Hurling herself at her immobile opponent, Wing throws everything she's got into a fierce and quick snap kick precisely aimed at Mizuki's solar plexus.
"--are GODS!"
COMBATSYS: Mizuki blocks Wing's Light Kick.
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Mizuki 1/--=====/=======|=======\===----\1 Wing
".. a reduction?" Yeah, Mizuki doesn't know what that is. She isn't 'street' enough. "I look just fine, thank you very much." She's gotten compliments on it before, after all! 'It' being her looks in general, not her breasteses. Still...
"I wonder why you're so combative," she murmurs, even as she brings her baton up, held reverse and laid along her forearm, to block that kick, "are you trying to hide something from yourself?" Though she could go all out, she chooses not to--instead, she repels the kick, then lunges forward, sweeping her baton through a backhand strike aimed for Wing's temple--should that 'rock her bells', then Mizuki would follow-up with a forward-step and a backhanded uppercut strike.
COMBATSYS: Wing interrupts Fierce Strike from Mizuki with Wing Dynasty.
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Mizuki 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0 Wing
IT IS TIME.
Wing stomps the ground as her kick is blocked, suddenly finding the rage inside her twisting and transforming, growing hotter and darker in her belly. Enough! She just can't take it anymore. This girl doesn't even know what a reduction is? And she's trying to psychoanalyze Wing! There is only one recourse...
THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA.
The baton bounces off her temple.
"That's IT!"
She slams out her palm into Mizuki's gut, the accompanying burst of wind jarring her opponent's senses and giving them both an odd moment of respite, Wing standing in place with her whole body trembling -- tendons in her slender neck straining, linoleum starting to crack underneath her feet -- and Mizuki seeming to float in the air for a moment, captured somehow by the Chinese girl's power.
And then the furry of blows begins.
"You're right!" shrieks Wing hysterically as her hands literally become a blur, raining jab after jab all up and down Mizuki's face and body. "I've been hiding the truth all along! But now I've just got to come clean! For you see, I am a descendent of the Chinese imperial line and heir to the throne! ATATATATA! I am Empress Wing Xiaoping! ATATATATA!" It's hard to tell given the speed of her strikes here, but it does seem like an inordinate amount of those attacks are aimed at Mizuki's chest. Hmmm.
"Now welcome the reign of--"
A final palm strike plows into the redhead's gut, the ninety-ninth strike of the hyperspeed combination.
"THE WING DYNASTY!"
And glowing with power, Wing slams her forehead into Mizuki's face in a final explosive headbutt, sending the girl hurtling away before stepping back, the short girl's eyes bright with exhiliration.
"Sucka!" she pronounces firmly.
Ngh. It hurts--oh, oh yes, it hurts. Mizuki almost--*ALMOST* drops to her knees... but she stays her descent for one last try. "I'm not... -done-... *YET*..." she gasps, as she lunges for Wing, almost stumbling... but very, very intent.
Intent on what, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you! She's intent on taking her baton--now glowing blue-green with power--and using it to strike at Wing several times, maybe twenty-one all told, jabbing at the smaller girl's torso without any conscious pattern... and while there aren't as many strikes as the hundred of Wing's Wing Dynasty, they might hurt just as much.
Almost final, almost done here... Mizuki cranks her baton around in a power uppercut, aimed to hit Wing in the chin and launch her straight upwards...
COMBATSYS: Mizuki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Wing with Kouryuu no Ranbu.
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... and while the explosive power of the slashing baton uppercut flings Wing almost into the ceiling, it's not quite... and tired muscles respond one more time, as Mizuki crouches, and leaps... and rains six more slashing blows on Wing's body, then, turning a complete three-sixty in midair, -smashes- Wing back down to the ground.
... of course, Mizuki will follow, landing heavily on her knees, rather than lightly on her feet... and then she drops a few coins onto Wing's chest.
"For lunch," she says... though she's not sure the other girl will hear. Maybe she overdid it...?
Wing lies still before her kneeling opponent, eyes now closed. It's obvious she didn't see the attack coming even for a moment.
How could she be hungry after eating her words, anyway?
"...nngh..."
Twitching once, then again, without opening her eyes, Wing reaches up to her chest and grips the coins there tightly, clenching them in her fist...
COMBATSYS: Wing takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Wing can no longer fight.
...and sighing quietly before slumping back for good.
Well, at least the venture was profitable.
...She's much prettier when she's sleeping.
... "God... and next period is Kendo with those crazy kendoists... I'm gonna be -sore- tonight..." Mizuki pushes off the floor, then smiles at a couple of the on-watchers.
"Could you please take her to the nurse? I have to get going to class but I'd rather she were in a restful place when she wakes and--I think I might've overdone it..."
Log created on 23:46:17 08/14/2007 by Wing, and last modified on 02:52:56 08/15/2007.