Description: K' makes friends with Miu. Which is to say, he tears into her for wrecking his shades. And for being generally annoying.
Late in the day, right on the glowing crux of afternoon and twilight, long shadows stretch between the trees of Southtown's park. The peaceful silence that reigns beneath the spreading branches of the forest is broken only by the distant sound of traffic, the murmur of faraway voices from the nearby Seijyun High, and the sound of crows perched unseen in the branches.
K', keeping as low a profile as he can given his distinctive appearance, likes coming here if only for that solitude and quiet.
He hasn't got a lot else to do to occupy his time, truth be told; it's not like K' has got a lot of hobbies. He's got no roots anymore, no solid place to call home-- if ever he did have anyplace to call home-- and he spends most of his days aimless: prowling restlessly about in a halfhearted search for a past he can't be sure hasn't been entirely erased.
And when he needs money, he fights for it. There's decent cash to be made in selling oneself for a match or two, whether it's sweating blood in some cage fight or punishing the face of a nameless man in a bar basement. K' is too cynical to be squeamish about the concept-- he's fine as long as it's his own choice, fine as long as he's not just dancing on pulled strings-- and to be frank he's got no other skills. In fact, the wayward clone finds the occasional fight invigorating. It focuses the restless anger within him towards some concrete purpose, if only for a little while.
And now, that lethal beast of prey, that creature that's bested some of the finer fighters Southtown's underground has to offer-- is parked peacefully enough on a lonely wooden bench, seated in a forward lean with his elbows braced on his knees and his hands loose in the space between. For all intents and purposes, he appears to be half-asleep, if not entirely dozed off: but his silver hair, drifting down to curtain about his face, blocks too much for any passerby to be certain whether he's really alert or not.
Those unseen crows-- the occasional 'kaw!' cracking the stillness and the air through their mysterious silence. While it may be enough to annoy some at the random intervals intruding on that otherwise near-perfect silence in the large park adjacent Seijyun, to others... it's more of a comfort. Familiar perhaps.
"Others" means only one person at this point, the remarkably small girl that walks through the park on and off the beaten path, passing trees and grass and the occasional, spread-out few park-goers that brave the city's summer wilds. Miu Kurosaki's been wandering the park more and more lately, doing that one thing she's rarely done-- something she isn't all that accustomed to: Practicing the usage of her own powers.
tWhile until recently, Seijyun's living urban legend did nothing but fight, her affiliation with Kasumi and the powerful surge of her own energy has put the idea of practice in her mind; a desire to better her skills and perhaps make the occasional numbness and stinging in her hands trickle away. That's largely the reason she's found herself wandering off during her free time or on nights without a word to her dorm-mates-- not that the majority of them associate with her in the first place.
And as the crow girl of Seijyun Academy for Girls is on her way back to her campus, she comes to spy something on a bench at the path just nearby-- a strange silver-haired man at rest, looking far more relaxed than he should. Walking his way with curiosity, even the crows in the trees cock their heads in the direction of both Miu and the man, almost as if they were watching attentively as the she stops-- and stares at him, standing right in front of him.
Is he homeless? Is he a drunk? Or is he too lazy to find a hotel?
The leather armwarmers worn on Miu's thin arms cracks and stretches at points as her wrist bends, a glowing black feather bursting out of her index and middle finger, a narrow piece just long and wide enough to, at least she hopes, get her point across. Not tickling, either-- she jabs at his face lightly, trying to get the man's attention.
He was dozing. Let's get that fact out of the way right now. Thinking himself alone, he let his perpetual guard down for a second-- even clones have got to nap sometime-- but the instant Miu comes within hearing range, he's awake again instantly. His eyes are still closed, and he tracks her movements with his hearing alone for a fair distance before he even has to think about opening them.
But he doesn't yet. He doesn't, in fact, do much of anything. The feather strokes lightly along the side of his face, and initially K' makes no response. He might have died there like that, with Miu the first unfortunate student to find his body--
Except, after the third or fourth jab, he gets irritated enough to react to this persistent tard of a girl.
When he finally stirs, the motion is startlingly akin to the grudging rousing of some large dog. One might almost imagine hackles rising and long fur shaking out as a muted growl of annoyance pushes out of his throat. K' cracks his neck one way, then the other, and rolls his shoulders back: his head lifts only enough that an upwards-tilted slit of a red eye becomes visible, peering balefully at Miu through black lashes and a curtain of feathery bangs.
That single eye, gleaming as redly as wine in the glass, fixes on the girl. Its owner inquires, the worst sort of disparaging scorn layered beneath the lingering growl, "...the -hell- is your problem?"
The feather itself feels remarkably stiff-- as soft as it looks. It stings to the touch against the skin, a mild sizzle and the feeling that one has been struck with the worst case of pins and needles in that one localized spot-- then the cool numbness that fades away over time. With a small feather like this, it's perhaps a few seconds per jab, a clusterfuck of pokes until...
He's alive!
A red eye meets mysterious purple eyes, a face framed with choppy bangs and a whip of a ponytail locked at the side of her head. If it weren't for the way she stands there, carries herself, she'd look much younger than she actually is-- not that Seijyun isn't an elevator school of sorts, anyway.
But once he snarls out at the smaller teenager, the feather starts from her finger sand flutters away from her hand on the unseen breeze, a swirl once, twice, a flip around. For all the clearly obvious signs that this feather was created by means other than from an actual bird, it certainly has no problem disappearing into thin air before they touch the ground.
"You shouldn't be sleeping in a place like this. Unless you are homeless, in which case the nearest shelter is downtown."
When the feather touches his skin, a slight grimace twists K's expression while it yet remains unseen. The look is nearly kin to a snarl; or, at the least, it bares the minimum number of teeth necessary to qualify as one. That kind of sensation is rare-- he's not felt it more than a handful of times in his life-- and he doesn't like it at all. There's something invasive about it that goes beyond mere flesh wounds and cuts straight to the mind and heart.
Finally, once agitated enough, the young man stirs enough to get a good, memory-imprinting look at his bored tormentor. A malignant gaze, amber as a cat's once the light catches it, rolls over to Miu, scouring her up and down with a critical and cruelly-blatant appraisal. After only a few moments, K' seems to reach a conclusion. It's expressed in the form of a brief and dismissive scoff: a belittling noise so short it cuts.
His gaze flicks away unimpressedly. It watches the feather until it melts into nothing, and then it half-lids. K''s first reaction to Miu's matter-of-fact observation is... to do absolutely nothing.
It's only after a few extended moments that he bothers to answer the girl; and when he does, he doesn't even grace her with eye contact again. "Thanks for your 'concern,'" he starts, the biting sarcasm in his voice so cold as to be completely offputting to about ninety percent of the human race, "But I'm not homeless, not planning on sleeping here, and in fact not doing anything that's your damn business."
That's the mysterious power of Miu Kurosaki for you-- nobody can really explain it, and few have ever classified it with a name-- a name she can't really remember. Like many powers and energies wielded by others across the world, it may have a theme or a common source, but it still seems amazingly unique: The potent force that presses against the norm, standing out in the crowd.
That's truly Miu Kurosaki.
Miu's eyes shift to one side as the silver-haired stranger spits venom in reply. "Oh, I see." She doesn't seem fazed at all at his response; that or she's very adept at hiding her emotions through the hard mask of apathy. "Disdain and a complete lack of regard for others. You must have as many friends as I do." And she can count them off on one hand.
Venom-spitting. The descriptive metaphor is actually pretty apt. The boy is certainly acting like some kind of cranky snake flushed out of the brush and coiling angrily, folding back fangs after a warning hiss.
"General idiocy and no concept of personal space," K' retorts right back, a cruel and twisting dryness to his voice to match the humorless curve of his mouth. Leather creaks as he shifts, likely in preparation to get up and leave. "Now I know why your friends're as few as mine."
K' pushes to his feet in a single smooth movement. He's not keen on sticking around to be psychoanalyzed by this weird chick. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he starts off-- though he does pause once he's passed her, looking over his shoulder to regard her from the corner of his eye.
"'Nice' meeting you, though," he tosses off casually, the mockery in the statement so thick it's impossible to miss the insult beneath the words. One hand slips to the inside pocket of his jacket, retrieving the shades: they're flicked open with a careless motion of the wrist.
Perhaps she hasn't handled this stranger in the best of manners, but the social skills of the four-nine psychic are still rather stunted. He has no respect for her, she has no respect for him-- and he looks like someone that fell into a leathers store just off Gedo Street. She turns to keep herself facing him after he steps past, Miu's eyes fall half-lidded, her chin lowering after the tanned man snaps off that one last remark...
And she snaps it back in his face.
The angle is a little awkward considering where she stands, but there's a definite flick of her wrist. A creaking noise from her leather armwarmers, a distinct raise in whatever power she nigh-literally radiates, and ... a feather. It isn't aimed to strike the man in the face, but to get awfully close all the same. It jets upward with the speed of a throwing knife, as stiff as a board and intent on slicing the bridge of his shades right in half-- and it may take a few strands of hair off in the process, if she's successful.
"Jerk."
Yet surprisingly, instead of running, she stands there... and stares.
Silence.
Unmoving, K' regards the remnants of his shades morosely, even as several severed strands of silver hair drift away on the wind. The slicing feather has cut clean through the bridge of the sleek sunglasses, dropping one half of it pathetically in the dust. He looks steadily at the ruined remainder he holds for a good while, failing to react for a few moments. It's as if he's uncomprehending of what's happened.
In reality, he's giving her some grace time to get her ass out of his sight.
Presently, when she fails to accept his generosity, a frown begins to cut across his expression. K' folds the remaining arm carefully, and quietly puts it away again. The other half is left sitting where it fell.
"-You- shouldn't have bothered me..." The timbre of his voice, deep and warning, is so low it hums. This brief sentence is pretty much the only warning Miu gets. "...in the -first- place."
Abruptly, he pounces in close in a move half a teleport, his figure blurring momentarily into a black and wraithlike streak: stopping mere centimeters from her, he snakes out a hand with the intent of lifting her and tossing her right over the brush and bushes that line the sidewalk. He isn't trying to hurt her critically, not yet-- but he is trying to teach her a hard, fast lesson, in much the same way an animal might ruthlessly and roughly discipline its cubs.
Don't fuck with the shades.
COMBATSYS: Miu has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: K' has joined the fight here.
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K' 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Miu
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Miu with Quick Throw.
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K' 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Miu
He vanishes.
Not like a 'vanish' as if he were moving, but to her purple eyes, he actually -vanishes-. For a moment, her eyes go wide and her head turns to regard the last place he saw the man-- and then the place he is now, RIGHT IN HER FACE. Miu gasps as a strong hand grabs her by the shirt, and she's hurled rather ungracefully over the bushes next to the sidewalk.
And she disappears... for a moment.
Tucking her head forward and rolling hard onto her back, Miu slides on the grass for a half-foot before a harsh tumble that rolls her sideways and allows her a moment to get to her feet. Looking pointedly upset-- that hurt, after all-- the stranger may be able to see her whip around in a circle-- once to the left, then hard to the right. Another one of those black feathers shoot over the shrubbery and tear toward him... but then a second one bursts out of the bushes just below it! Surprise~!
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Miu's Kakure Amagakeri.
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K' 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Miu
Perhaps he shouldn't have thrown her somewhere where he couldn't see her reaction... but honestly, he wasn't even expecting her to fight back. The fact that she does draws a sound of scorn out of his throat, that fatal arrogance still printed in his dark eyes. The feather projectiles rip towards him, and he simply lifts one heavily-gloved hand: the back of it turned towards Miu. A faint gleam of red sears down the length of his arm briefly each time the two darts arrow into his arm and are turned aside. He's underestimated the speed of those feathers, however, and they still graze his forearm.
It does hurt, but K' barely even evinces a reaction.
"The hell are you, anyway? Throwing around that kind of power..." There is a current of old bitterness laid beneath K''s outwardly-derogatory tone. If you've got some weird psychic energy... why haven't you been locked up and experimented on, like he has? "That's some rare shit..."
He cracks his neck, widens his stance: and then, without even a running start, launches into a forward leap that ends in a brutal aerial snap kick. One aimed straight for Miu's chest. "Though I'm guessing it's not rare because it's anything special, from what I've seen so far!"
COMBATSYS: Miu fails to interrupt Minutes Spike from K' with Psi-Launcher.
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K' 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Miu
The two feathers are precise and on target--but her feathers are turned away. It's a sight she's familiar with; her powers so condensed that people can actually strike them and not scatter the energy immediately. Even as she starts to speak, the energy welling up inside her is considerable-- much higher than she should physically be able to release, let alone withstand. Her hands curl up to about her shoulders and snap hard to her sides, a burst of black and white feathers with a faint purple aura scattering away from both her hands and being carried on the wind.
Miu's reaction is stern, her face tightening. Rare... isn't that what that man had said? The boy she fought in the park once said that she was the same as him, too... Is there something to her powers, then?
As K' launches, Miu seems to be much more acutely aware-- and she lunges ahead to meet the man, her left hand extending to catch him by the collar of his leather jacket...
And recieves a stern boot to the gut for her efforts.
Her small frame near-folds over the man's foot, the broad white feather growing from her knuckles scattering away before it's even fully formed. Miu reels backward from the change in momentum as she hits the grass and starts rolling, sprawling about until the waves of grass hit a slight incline. Dragging herself up to her feet and breathing heavily, a hand drags across her jaw while she sputters out some uncomprehensible curse.
Eyes narrowed, K' watches the flare of energy about the girl's hands, feeling the spark of power as it wells up within her. He gets a good look in... and then he slouches back. His stance spread, one hand on a hip, he regards her indifferently, as if whatever he'd seen in her had failed to impress him.
And then he leaps forward and breaks her right in half over his kick.
He lands with a bestial lightness, touching ground only briefly before springing back a few feet. There, he starts to prowl back and forth, watching her as she recovers. The look in his eyes is utterly pitiless; and yet, he refrains from further attack. At least, for the immediate moment.
"Go home." His voice is short and harsh. "You're done..." It's almost distasteful for him, watching this: this crap some more idealistic-- aka naive-- people would have called 'brave perseverance.' Like this shit is ever noble. "What point've you got to prove? Huh?!"
He only gives her a few moments to respond before he makes another headlong lunge at her: but this time, instead of simply executing another of those flying snapkicks, he drops out of the air halfway in a feint. His figure blurs blackly once again as he streaks forward, sliding in to hit her with a low kick.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Miu with Narrow Spike.
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K' 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Miu
For a few moments, Miu considers-- is he actually teleporting? No, it couldn't be-- that's the sort of thing you see in manga. This has to be speed, pure and crushing. He has to be manipulating some sort of energy to move in such bursts! Stuck somewhere between analysis and denial, Miu's lithe frame moves as if she were to dodge another high snapping kick-- but instead, the black-clad man drifts in with a swift kick to the legs. The small girl falls forward, over his legs, and reels backward from excess momentum. Bouncing down the slight hill of grass, the Seijyun student grips hard onto the grass and breathes hard, slowly... once again... bringing herself up to her feet. "I don't have a point... I don't have anything you would understand."
The energy inside the girl builds again-- surely not a manipulation or manifestation of chi. This power comes from within, from sharp focus and concentration. Catching her breath in that instant, Miu charges across the grass to meet the young man head-on one more time, leaping into the air and spinning hard. Her leg lashes out for a fierce kick which, if not for the height and hilly grass, would be properly aimed for his chest rather than his stomach. Strangely, feathers trail away from her leg as she kicks, and yet... there's no focused burst of energy, nothing signalling a new attack to come.
Is she really that stupidly powerful for her age and skill level?
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Miu's Strong Kick.
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K' 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Miu
K' simply stares down at Miu with the worst sort of cold impassivity as she spills across his legs and reels to a stop on the ground. He'd initially thought she might put up a bit more exciting of a fight, due to the strange and unfamiliar energy she displays, but in reality... he's just getting more and more bored. And he does hate being bored.
Her assertion that he wouldn't 'understand,' however, does divert him. For about five seconds.
"Not understand? Spare me..." His hands unsheathe from his pockets, and the right one turns palm-up: coiling into a cradling claw within that manacle of a red glove. A vivid fire ignites along the length of his forearm, flames curling avidly in his palm and dripping from between his fingers. "There are a hell of a lot of things -I- understand: and one of them is that nobody cares about understanding anything that matters..."
The world has its own ways of handling that which they don't understand, and none of them involve actually -trying- to comprehend. K' knows this firsthand.
Miu leaps in again, and K''s casual stance dissolves into one of readiness. He blocks her kick with his left arm, his right momentarily quenching of that fire; but only moments later, the searing blaze alights again as he whips his right hand around towards Miu in a clawing motion. A lash of fire snakes out towards the girl, biting at her with startling rapidity.
COMBATSYS: Miu blocks K''s Eins Trigger.
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K' 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Miu
Flame-- that's his power, then? The Seijyun girl's arms are quick to defend, bringing her hands up to turn against the burning heat. It feels like it could sear right through the palm protection of her armguards, but-- still! She weathers it admirably. Hands twitching for a moment, her skin smoking, she speaks. "Then I'll ask you to try understanding this."
It may not have been easy to notice, but Miu's expression hasn't changed once since the exchange of blows, the furious kicks and the toss over the brush. She's been calm, centered, and relatively stoic-- even if she shows her discomfort from being hit, the girl's face melds back to impassive within moments. She's gotten used to it, 'switching off' her emotions. It doesn't always work, though-- her old friends, how she's reacted with Kasumi in the past...
But now, Miu looks angry.
The power within her suddenly bursts and flows out, like the gates of the dam being opened. Her hands twitch and shake, her eyes look more alert and alive than they ever have. And from the entirety of her left side, feathers begin to stream unendingly out of her arm, bleeding away from her hand, her forearm, elbow-- all the way to her back, rolling down from the shoulderblade and scattering in the wind.
What little control Miu Kurosaki exercises over her powers has been turned off.
The small girl suddenly moves forward like she were on rails. The effect isn't like his, no shadowy movements or instantaneously crushing the distance between them. Miu's small frame hurries in like a blur, and her right arm suddenly lashes out-- lashes out and intends to carve right into K''s chest with that unusual energy, found in the form of a broad white feather seeping halfway out of her knuckles that looks more like a punch-dagger than anything else.
COMBATSYS: K' fails to interrupt Psychic Secrets from Miu with Claw Bites.
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K' 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Miu
The first slash? It's just the beginning, and that's not giving credit to the extent of this power. Miu's arm lets out that first, broad slash-- and then she wheels hard on the heel of that decorative sky-blue shoe, letting out a second slash-- and using the momentum to continue this assault into a third, fourth, even a fifth, sixth-- and then her arm whips upward on the seventh slash.
All of the power running wild within Miu's body suddenly drives and focuses through the excess of feathers seeping out of her left arm, not a single inch of skin or armwarmer seen through the massive cluster of energy feathers. Her left arm surges forward like she were thrusting ahead a lance with a mere one hand, the energy -exploding- into a giant, drilling spiral. The force is direct and pressing, a blast that wracks against K''s torso with not a single inch of remorse or mercy-- and then puts forth enough force to throw a man three times his size off his feet and sprawling back toward the sidewalk whence they came. And in the midst of this torrent of power, another sound rips by his ears-- the sound of a massive flock of birds.
Miu remains in her pose for a few moments more, her left hand shaking visibly as she breathes hard, head lowered and standing amidst a large amount of feathers scattering across the park-- but all disappearing subtlely before they get too far. The small girl falls to one knee, arms lowering-- and she's still shaking. "Haah... haah..."
His fire blocked, weathered through by this slip of a girl, K' looks surprised (and marginally less grumpy, as she's no longer a complete waste of energy) for the first time since he's laid eyes on Miu. He's no longer quite as bored as he was before, that is for certain; especially once that unusual power flares up within her, manifesting visibly in a show of refulgent force.
In reaction, flame sparks along his forearms, racing along his clawlike hands, but before he can tear into her with that stolen Kusanagi fire and bat her away, she's got in under his guard and carved straight into his chest. He looks more surprised than anything, a breath kicking out of his throat at the weird and awful pain induced by psycho power, and then he's knocked straight back even past the sidewalk, blasted so fast and so low to the ground he barely has the time or space to twist in the air. He lands hard and awkward, half on his side and half on a hand and knee, and it's a moment or two before he can recover his wits enough to pull himself slowly upright again: shaking off the pain with some difficulty.
Looks like she's just full of surprises, which isn't actually something K' would strictly object to: but he'd rather she left the psychic energy at home, because that shit doesn't even have the grace to hurt in any normal kind of way.
He stares hard at her a second... and then lets out a snort. He turns his head, spits blood, recovers some of his equilibrium, before letting one eye roll balefully back to regard the girl. There is marginally less bored sleepiness lurking insultingly in those red eyes. "So you're not as worthless as you look..." He scrutinizes her as she falls to a knee, and goes silent: but his unspoken conclusion should be clear enough in the contemptuous coil of his mouth.
Or maybe you still are, if that was your best and you've got nothing else to show me now.
The tendrils of energy that infest K' in the wake of the attack-- the pain, the stinging, the numbness-- it seems like it's turned back on Miu, in part. It comes with that much energy being channeled into one limb, like trying to force water through a pipe too small. Great pressure, but there's always a chance the seams and seals of the pipe may one day break.
Worried about herself for the moment, her mind does eventually stray off to her opponent-- what happened to him? Where did he land? Her technique doesn't allow for a clear view of everything going on, and her mind is usually focused more on 'did I hit' rather than 'where did they land'. Him standing, spitting blood-- Kurosaki grunts and issues the orders for her muscles to move. Rising slowly, the crow girl of Seijyun Girls Academy shakes her arm out until the numbness leaves the tips of her fingers, staring at them with a stern, surveying gaze. Still too much-- she's going to have to learn how to rein that in.
Her purple eyes become sharp as they turn to the wayward clone, starting to walk the distance across the grass toward the sidewalk. "Nothing is worthless."
K' scoffs shortly at Miu's words, the sound horrible by virtue of its sheer self-mocking cynicism. He vises his right hand closed as Miu approaches, working out the stiffness that's built up in it: knuckles crack audibly as his fingers shut. He watches Miu as she approaches disinterestedly, though his gaze is now more intent: marginally more wary.
"Nice ideology," he spits. The back of his left hand draws across his mouth, wiping away a residual trail of blood. "If only more people believed it."
A loosening snap of his right wrist ignites the Kusanagi flames about his wrist again, and as before, he lashes a ring of fire before him. Miu isn't even anywhere near within range, and so it's hard to tell why on earth he's pulling this move; but then, his entire body whips around. K' delivers the gout of flames a smart roundhouse kick, sending a bolt of fire arrowing abruptly for the girl in a somewhat unusual attack.
COMBATSYS: Miu dodges K''s Second Shoot.
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She walks, careful, quiet. Her face is less neutral and more stern, her small frame nearing the bushes-- even as a gout of flame licks the sky and sends flame screaming toward her in what would be a rather dangerous move were she not on guard. Miu's knees bend slightly, and the muscles from foot to thigh do the majority of the work for her. She sails high over the bush, over the flaming bolt, and lands on a walk.
Her footsteps become quicker, faster-- and then she breaks into a full-out run to close the gap between herself and the renegade clone in a few more moments. Leaping into the air, the Seijyun student becomes like a small cannonball-- and lashes out for a hard palm-strike to the taller man's face with the heel of her hand, reinforced with sturdy black leather and that strange energy transmitted through her strike... as well as feathers flying about.
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Miu's Medium Punch.
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At this point, it's Miu's stern look that irritates K' more than anything else. The self-righteousness of it is patently annoying, and he's effectively sick of toying around with her. He's tired of looking at her mute and reproving expression.
So K' does what he usually does when confronted with something that annoys him: something which he'd like to get rid of. He attempts to hit it in the face.
His arms lift, crossing in a quick block of her attack-- but he doesn't linger afterwards, instead leaping back several feet. His right arm lights with flame, the wreath of fire blazing intensely for a few blinding seconds before racing down to concentrate about his wrist and hand. Seemingly spurred by the very heat of his own flame, K''s own mood sparks, incinerating that bland indifference. Teeth bare in something not unlike the snarl of a wolf: an expression that could almost be viewed as a grin, albeit one entirely humorless.
There is little warning before he lunges forward. The speed of his attack-- one fronted by a gout of searing flame-- tears up the grass, and smokes the pavement: it is impossible to follow with the naked and unremarkable eye. For a few moments, it's as if a star rather than a man rips across the ground.
On top of that, somewhere in there, there's also a punch: a direct blow straight to the chest.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Miu with Heat Drive.
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Her palm-strike meets resistance in the form of the man's arms, her eyebrows twitching with the slightest mark of irriation. Miu's small body lands on her feet, toes touching first as the tall man clears a good distance in a single backward lunge. The Seijyun girl turns aside and starts running toward him, her right hand snapping up to catch an energy feather from the thin air-- and she's poised to throw it at him on the run.
She's just not expecting how fast he can 'run'.
She can't see him clearly at all, but she can vaguely make out the major details of his form-- that, and his eyes, sort of. Her leg swings around to catch herself and stop, to run...! But he's too fast. His hand collides with her chest, the small girl being plowed into and right over like she were barely there. She sprawls longer and harder than perhaps he did when she struck him-- sprawling, rolling sideways, and eventually bouncing just high enough for her back to rack over the very same bench that was used to start this entire mess.
Dazed and lurching, Miu falls to her side and onto her stomach, her hand reaching out toward the grass-- even in her condition, trying still to hang on. "Khh... gah..."
COMBATSYS: Miu takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Miu can no longer fight.
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K' skids to a stop in the wake of his speeding rush, rocking back slightly on his heels from the momentum of halting so precisely. He turns halfway through that slight tilt, whirling about with a deftness that suggests long practice in covering for this attack's weakness of leaving a wide-open back: but, as soon becomes evident, it wasn't necessary for him to be quite so on guard.
His stance slackens considerably as he watches Miu finally slump to the ground at the conclusion of her tumble, and for a few moments K' simply looks down at her in silence. Hands hooking into his pockets, back slouched in a callous sort of indifference, for a moment it seems as if he might say something-- but then his expression twists into something horribly bitter, and he holds his silence.
"Tch..." He'll be feeling this in the morning. Pawing away another strand of blood that's sliding dangerously close to his eye, K' does little else other than emit that short noise of disgust. Rolling his shoulders, feeling a slight -crack- in his back, he starts to walk away: but then he hesitates, glances over his shoulder, and finally decides to say -something- before he leaves altogether.
"Don't even bother trying to get up."
Rough, rare show of kindness or belittling insult: it's up to Miu to decide how to take it, because K' is already gone.
COMBATSYS: K' has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:52:41 08/20/2007 by K', and last modified on 09:37:43 08/24/2007.