Description: [Tenma vs. Pas] The third time proves not to be the charm at all for Tenma, who once again finds the mysterious Brazilian to be an obstacle he just can't overcome... But don't worry, because they both end up falling from their high perch... TO THEIR DEATHS!! Or at least onto the very same conveyor belt onto Suiryuu that Alan and Marisol found themselves on... [Winner: Pas]
The sun rises in cool amber over the distant ocean horizon, the morning pure and crisp. The air feels brisk and chilly, and when the wind whistles in with its fickle, flighty way, it brings in the sharp smell of sea salt.
And in the quiet, bobbing water, the mighty Suiryuu sits with a placid patience. As people work far down below to fill it with the last stop of supplies, its tallest towers watch over this place, new daylight on the back of the exotic girl that sprawls in the middle of it. Way, way up into the sky, an endless, tangling expanse of cable has been stretched between the boat and the last shipping warehouse, a last line tying land and sea. And in the netting, there Pàs lazes, her long legs stretched out and her arms crossed beneath her head, a pair of sunglasses mirroring the morning sun.
There's talk that a fight is about to take place, but with what little she's wearing -- a bikini top and belted shorts -- she might just be up there to work on a tan.
It's kind of high up, isn't it? Who knows how Pas has had the time to settle in on top of the cables and wires like that, looking like she's been there all day; perhaps it's simply a natural talent of the Brazilian, like something a cat would do. Because Tenma is prodded up onto the webbing of cable with precious little time to prepare, the 'professionals' helping to coordinate the Jinchuu matches happening all over the goddamn place right about now pushing the tall, lean teenager onto the rather precarious fighting stage.
He's starting to get really pissed off at that Pervert Kidnapper ninja.
Clad in slightly baggy, olive drab cargo pants with solid boots on his feet, for a shirt Tenma wears a plain black tank top, because chill wind or not, it's still summer, and Southtown's a pretty warm climate! Maybe not compared to Brazil, though. A faint, thoughtful frown pulls at Kiryuu's mouth as he tests his weight on the cable underfoot, and finding it steady enough, he keeps walking forward. "So, what, am I up here alone, is this a big joke or somethin'?" he wonders aloud, cloth-wrapped bokken slanted against his shoulder. No, he hasn't seen Pas yet. Which could end poorly, for him!
A lazy thumb reaches up to hook and pull those sunglasses down. Familiar brown eyes peer out, that sleepy look always in them, hooded by the mysterious droop of her eyelids. And, as her eyes focus to the sunlight, as she finds herself staring at the familiar back of a boy she hasn't seen in so long, Pàs feels her good mood get better. Tenma Kiryuu. A sudden, fierce grin pulls along her lazy mouth. Teeth flare within it.
It's him! She hasn't seen him in so long! Too long! And the heart does grow fonder. She guesses she'll just have to get affectionate.
The Brazilian has more than one natural talent, another being the littlest, slightest shock felt along the web of cable, like a sea breeze exhaling against it, as she pushes off and flies at him. The girl's frightning dexterity suits her new terrain, and she takes to it like walking on grass, inverting to her hands and grabbing handfuls of the net as she tries to crack a foot at the back of Tenma's head. The upside-down smile on her face beams as brightly as the morning sun.
COMBATSYS: Pas has started a fight here.
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Pas 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Short Kick.
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Pas
What, surprise attack! Tenma has only a split second of warning as someone seems to emerge /from/ the webbing underfoot and fly through the air with the greatest of acrobatic ease at him, from behind no less. He twists, turning around into the attack, and somewhere along the way he manages to lose the cloth sheath to his bokken, the bluish fabric blowing away in the wind... And then he gets kicked right in the face, hard enough to split his lip... Which is just fine by him.
Squeezing blood out with his teeth, he draws his thumb over the wound and then traces it down the blade of his bokken, an easy, practiced motion that happens in the space of a few heartbeats. Though he's staggered back from the force of the kick, it's a calculated retreat, his bokken swinging through the air, suddenly alight with that bloody chi, and in the same motion Tenma lets fly a crescent of bloody chi in the wake of that slash, tearing through the air right for Pas.
And /then/, and only then, does he notice who it is. "Dakini?!" Tenma says, half disbelieving, even as his projectile flies towards his opponent. Man, those ninjas have a sick sense of humour.
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Pas with Dharmapala.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Pas
Still upside-down, her hands closed on the netting, her dark hair dangling, the Brazilian kicks up one free leg to wiggle her toes at him. One laughing eye winks.
And that's all the time he gives her for hellos. In the wake of his reponse, she thows herself back to her feet, catching the lines of cable with her curling toes. And, keeping her balance, she straightens her body, bearing her weight forward as she faces his onslaught of chi, ever fearlessly, ever unable to snuff her wild grin. She braces her arms, preparing to assert herself against the energy -- but her defense isn't enough. It hits her clean. And hard.
Thrown backwards, rolling, crashing into the netting, moments pass before the Brazilian moves, shaking her head both to clear it and.. to flick away some of the blood. Now she's covered in it.
And she doesn't seem to mind. The rich smile of her returns, near satisfied. "Tenma Pescador! I have missing you! And now we have this all to ourselves! Look, we have a view, like a honeymooning! I think it's romantics. And very soft." One palm pushes on the cable net. "And after, we even have our bed, ya? No?"
Biting down on her lip through her impossible grinning, Pás makes herself move, grabbing down on the net to roll herself back to her feet. There, she races across it, beelining deftly towards Tenma as she adjusts her game. Last time she went low, and now with a last bounce against the netting, she goes high, tucking herself through the air on a sharp spin as she tries to heel him in the throat.
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Medium Kick from Pas with Head Breaker.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Pas
And with the realisation of who he's fighting comes a broad smile from Tenma, split lip or no split lip. He doubts, given who's behind this tournament, that the matchup is randomly assigned at all... Or that the location was, either. Up here, on this webbing, he's somewhat limited in what he can do... But the acrobatic Brazilian? Tenma's pretty sure she's not handicapped by it at all. Add this to the fact that she's beaten him cleanly twice, and the math isn't hard to figure out: Tenma's at a serious disadvantage here, and if he wants to get on that dumb boat and punch Seishirou in the face, this is /balls out/ bad news.
But you know, Tenma Kiryuu's not the sort to be discouraged by a little thing like that. It just means he has even /more/ reasons to win.
"Hey, if that's what you wanna do," Tenma says, as casually as he can manage and with a sly grin, in response to Pas' borderline-unintelligible teasing. Still, he gets the gist of it. Except he doesn't think that's quite how the mystery girl actually rolls... She seems more interested in the violence part. So it's little surprise when she comes lunging for him again, foot extended. Seeing it coming, Tenma twists a little and reaches out with his left hand, reaching /past/ the kicking leg, which grazes against his shoulder and back instead of connecting with his precious neckmeats, and with that hand he grabs her. By the bikini top.
It's not dirty, she doesn't have any other handholds!!
Using that grip, and Pas' own momentum, Tenma yanks her further down, and continues moving forward at the same time, so it's rather inevitable that his forehead collides, good and hard, with the capoeira fighter's face. "But first... I gotta kick your ass!!" Tenma shouts in the midst of the collision, before tossing the girl aside, onto the webbing.
Lost to the momentum, in mid-kick, Pás hasn't time to do much when she finds herself soundly grabbed. Her eyes widen. And when Tenma reels her in, all nice and close and personal, the look on her face is seized with surprise. And is that... delight?
Aren't girls supposed to be outraged? Maybe the sane ones.
But this one gets a headbutt straight in the face, tossed backward, only sheer reflex positioning her hands to catch her fall. There she bows, stopped in a half-crouch, giving her head another dismissing shake. She looks down at her bikini. One strap has broken. And she looks back up, an amused look couched in the striking features of her face. Smiling lazily, she licks away a trail of blood at the corner of her lip. It might be hers. It might be his chi. Who cares.
"My turn," she says instead, dark eyes fixed on Tenma, glinting amber in the sun.
She lunges at him and returns the gesture. Rarely one to strike with her hands, this time she's inspired, trying to grab the boy by a fistful of his tank top. And mirroring his previous strike, she steps in and tries to crack her head against his, a rip of her arm attempting to tear the article of clothing clean from his body.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Zidane's Revenge.
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Tenma 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Pas
Some people might not notice that sometimes, just sometimes, Pas is much more coherent than her usual funny broken English; however, Tenma has spotted it in every encounter he's had with the Brazilian so far. The insistence that it's now 'her turn' sure seems that way to him, though with such a short statement, who can be sure? What IS for sure, though, is that Tenma's tank top is grabbed, and, thinking he knows exactly what's up, the tall, lean boy just thrusts his own head into it, and so skull meets skull painfully, at least for Kiryuu.
He was not, however, banking on having his tank top ripped off. "What the hell--?!" Tenma wonders, suddenly half naked, his bare torso a map of faint old scars - some of them not all that old, and more than a few courtesy of one of the forehead protector-wearing hosts of this little shindig - and lean muscle. It's not like he never goes without a shirt, but actually being /stripped/ is a new experience for him, you know?
"If you wanted me to take off my shirt," Tenma says, a little irritably, as he suddenly lunges forward, extending his bokken in front of him in a reaching stab aimed right for Pas' gut. "You could'a just ASKED!!" He probably would've obliged, he's kind of a pervert, in case you didn't know.
COMBATSYS: Pas endures Tenma's Medium Strike.
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Tenma 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Pas
Grinning a mouthful of teeth, the Brazilian dismissively spins on her finger the remnant of Tenma's shirt, planting her other hand to her hip as she tilts her head. With an aesthetic's deliberation, she appraises the boy, one dark eye squinting, her teeth biting down on the knuckle of her forefinger.
She seems to nod with approval.
The look on his face seems to make a good show look better. In reply, unable to mask the hitch of a laugh, Pás pulls on her most nunly of innocent expressions, biting her lip through her chirped little, "Shiuuu, do not know the Englishes!"
Falling into laughter once more, it doesn't even cut out when he lashes out for her, and instead of twisting to dodge or deflect the strike, she fixes her footing on the cable netting and takes it like a man. Her back bows to absorb the shock. Breath hisses out between her teeth, her face momentarily darkened with pain. But it never lasts long on the girl; a thousand years of the Amazon couldn't erode down her sunny disposition. On the contrary, a little pain seems to just make her happier.
She moves then, a sharp knee trying to push aside his bokken as she whips an arm, dismissively trying to toss Tenma's ripped shirt back into his face, a momentary diversion away from her own body. Her spine curls, and kicking her weight up to one arm, those dangerous legs of hers close in with a familiar attack: she tries to close her ankles on the boy's neck, her skin already flushed warm with the chi that seeks to detonate the instant of contact.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Sanduich de Calabresa.
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Tenma 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Pas
"Heh," Tenma chuckles, sounding pleased that Pas has the guts to stand there and take a hit like that. Of course, he shouldn't be surprised, should he? "Liar," he adds, on the subject of her language barrier. He's on to her! Even as his shirt is flung at him, which he bats aside casually with his bokken, just in time to see the attack that was hidden behind it. But there's no attempt to get away, not from Tenma Kiryuu; no, he knows he can stand up to this, and stand up to it he does, feeling that explosion of chi around his neck, and it sure hurts! But it doesn't hurt /enough/.
The blast knocks Tenma back, and he staggers, and seemingly starts to drop to his knees... His bokken twisted, point down to steady him as he tumbles, landing in a kneeling position, wooden blade driven /into/ one of the cables. Well, the ninjas might not like this part, but Tenma honestly couldn't care less right now. His mouth pulls into a wide grin, flashing white teeth highlighted by blood running between them, and the aura around his bokken seems to feed /downwards/, into the cables...
Which then start to erupt, breaking open in long slashes as gouts of blood rise out of them, impossibly, Tenma's chi infiltrating everywhere, and forming serpentine figures that all race towards Pas from seemingly every side, dragons of blood and energy with every intent of doing her serious harm, and causing a /really big/ mess. "EAT THIS!!"
COMBATSYS: Pas just-defends Tenma's Hell of Blood!
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Pas
Winding herself back down to a crouch, her feet hitting their precious floor of twisting cables, the Brazilian girl slowly pushes herself upright, her eyes slanting playfully as she faces off against her opponent. Despite all her preference to violence, especially the most brutal variety, there is a perpetual gentled, affectionate way about her. The smile crooking across her jaw is indulgent, and she seems to be waiting for his recovery. Whatever competition this fight entails, it seems to be entirely lost on her.
She's just here to get a tan.
Tossing her hair back, plonging momentarily on her broken bikini strap, Pás grins privately to herself, before she lets the broken piece go, rolling her shoulders and correcting her stance. It's just as well, because Tenma's begun to do something very fascinating. But she's never been bored by him yet.
When he does something as strange as drive that weapon of his straight into the cables, her instincts give her an idea of what's coming next. More of that vicious blood. She's already made a mistake today of underestimating it, but it was a good one. Because now she knows what not to do. Her eyes follow the lancing power that snakes through the netted cables, their lengths cleaving open and splitting thin. She can feel the growing chi prickling against her skin. Carefully, the Brazilian shifts her weight, moves one foot to hook her ankle through the cabling, and lifts her head to face the onslaught.
There is the barest of last glimpses of her as she stands her ground, the last instant raising her arms against the draconic wave as her skin sparks against her own chi. The deluge hits her fast and coarses past.
Finally, the attack ends, and looking down the length of the netting, far where the impact of the strike would have sent as little a body as her's, there is... absolutely nothing. As the tide of blood soon ceases, still standing her ground is Pás, forced down into the front splits by the power of it, her arms still raised and her palms open to deflect the power. After a pause, both arms lower, revealing her face. What isn't covered in blood is grinning.
EAT THIS, he had asked very diplomatically of her. "OK dok-ey," Pás finally replies, dipping a pinky finger to draw up from under her bikini top to her clavicles. She puts it in her mouth, her features softening with assessment. Then she shrugs noncommittally, answering with a friendly smile, "It taste pretty good."
It's when she's climbing back up to her feet, does Pás finally notice the wrecked condition of the net. It groans under her weight, the splintered and frayed cables spaghetting with a loss of strength. Many look to be on the verge of splitting. She seems to like that.
Biting her lip again, the Brazilian's eyes raise back to Tenma. She pulls invitingly on her broken bikini strap. "Now it is getting fun, Pescador. Hit me harder now, yea?"
COMBATSYS: Pas focuses on her next action.
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Pas
For a moment, it's all Tenma can do to keep himself from staring in surprise. That's the second time the Brazilian has completely defeated one of his best techniques, which in someone who was even a hair less absolutely certain of his own overwhelming awesomeness might cause a serious crisis of self. But Tenma? Tenma just sees it as a challenge. She's tough to beat, if he can even manage it at all, fine; but she's actually /worth/ beating. Beyond the tournament, beyond the rumoured prize at the end, beyond whatever suggestions or promises Pas herself has made about the results of his defeating her... He wants to beat her because she's a challenge.
The bokken comes free of the damaged cables, and Tenma himself rises to his feet, slowly tilting his head to one side to regard Pas as she, uh, tastes his blood. And plays with her top. "Sure, I'll just come runnin' in there without thinkin' it through, right?" he says, barking a short laugh, and resting his sword against his shoulder, his left hand hooking into the pocket of his cargo pants. "That was pretty good, you know. Not a lot a' people could manage somethin' like that..." What he needs... Is an opening. Something to exploit. Everybody's got a weakness after all, he just needs to find the Brazilian's.
COMBATSYS: Tenma focuses on his next action.
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Pas
When her opponent fails to rise to her invite, the Brazilian girl lifts a bloody palm to her just-as-bloody cheek, and lets go a theatrical little sigh. "You give no fun," she tells Tenma sulkily.
Whatever openings (beyond the obvious) that Pás may possess, she isn't willing to give him the time to ponder them. She's found her own advantage. Charging forward suddenly, she carries the unmistakeably ability to dance even on suspended cable so far from the ground, weaving left and right and stepping precariously as she moves at him. But she is doing this on purpose, stepping stones as she moves from strong patch to strong patch of the ripped cables, avoiding the tears and frays until --
--she gets really close, ricocheting deliberately off an unravelling knot of cables and swinging a foot straight at Tenma. Even should he avoid it or deflect it, she follows it up, stepping down harshly again before her feet fly, cracking out at him. This attack goes twofold: she's trying to hit him hard and she's trying to snap the net from under his feet.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Devil's Crossroads.
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Tenma 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Pas
"Never liked workin' by somebody else's schedule," Tenma replies offhandedly at Pas' supposedly sulky remark, and then he's in a bad situation again, with the Brazilian attacking, rebounding off of the cables. He can actually see what she's trying to do there, stomping on their precarious perch before attacking him properly, and honestly there's not much he can do about it, gritting his teeth a little as he suffers the repeated strikes the strange girl delivers. This is, he thinks, really not going his way at all... So he needs to figure out something else. If Pas won't provide any openings, then Tenma will just have to make his own.
Underfoot, the cables fray further, dangerously close to snapping, and the Gedo swordsman is hard pressed to find a solution to that... So he sweeps his bokken back, out of the way, and he tries to slip past Pas, lashing out with his free hand as he does so, repeated, calculated strikes at her torso, to disrupt the flow of vital energy through her body... But more importantly, he's trying to move her right onto the weak spot of the cables. Could he have some fiendish plan in mind?!
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Pas with Flow Breaker.
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Tenma 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Pas
Conditioned by their previous fights to watch that dangerous bokken, that simple reflex is Pás' undoing. She misses on his other hand until it is too late. The first strike centers her, and looking a little surprised by receiving a clean strike, she moves a hand to block the next... but he's too fast for her, and each blow of his hand stuns her. She doesn't feel the sharp, familiar, and energizing sensation of pain, but something else, something entirely the opposite. It's almost like ever touch of that hand has ventilated her, the energy ghosting from her body.
Her expression knotted, mysteriously blank, as though the girl is trying to figure out how to feel about this, she stumbles, surprised by the sudden weight of her limbs, and her approaching fatigue. Her body moves instinctually, thoughtlessly, and Tenma's shepherding forces the Brazilian to step back on the sweet spot of the frayed cables. It snaps on impact.
A hole suddenly punctured in the netting, Pás falls right through, her innards suddenly twisted with the sensation of weightlessness. But that jolt of adrenaline is what she needs. Her arms snap out, fingers knotting into sections of the net, and she catches herself by a breath, hanging there by her hands.
The Brazilian girl looks down, way, waaay down at the bleary expanse of docks and sea. She laughs a little to herself, windedly, and blows her bangs out of her eyes. Then she looks back up, right at Tenma. Her eyes fix on him. Then she smiles. Slowly.
"Aiii, Pescador," she tells him as she dangles, "you have caught a fish today. But who ends up in the pan?"
The muscles tighten in her arms. And, suddenly, she swings, curling her back and pushing herself upwards, feet-first, back through the hole she made in the web. There she flies, her recovery mutating into a swift attack, her heels trying to clip Tenma straight in the face. And, despite his quick hands, should he ward off her attack, she's far from finished. She twists in mid-air, catching herself by her hands -- an explosion of chi sparks detonating from her hands -- and pushing back at him, one circling leg trying to drive its foot at his middle. And again, hands hitting the cables with more sparks, she kicks again at the kidneys.
And she keeps doing this. It's a deviation from attacks he knows, when that hot chi ignites from her feet, making worse of a mean attack. But it never once touches him, as she showers force and heat into the netting as she bounces off her palms, charging chi into the wires. She goes faster, and she's trying to circle them in their suspended net in the sky, the cables burning hot where she had left them. It doesn't look good.
Because it isn't. There's nothing good about the way the cabling web seems to tear up and fray, and when she tries to nail him with a last mule kick dead at the ribs, a sudden, concussive power charges along the cabling network, a searing heat crawling and spreading the tangling lines of the web... until it explodes, a clean, hot hole ripped clean through the net.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Fevered Earth.
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Tenma 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Pas
Apparently, the one in the frying pan is, indeed, Tenma, who is left with nowhere to go when Pas comes flying back out from the hole in the cables, aiming that heel kick for his face. It's fast... Too fast, and too likely to power through his guard for the lean young man to do much about it, so he just goes with it. Lets the strikes hit him, deciding he'll worry about the consequences later... Which may not prove to have been the smartest idea. The attacks almost overwhelm him, kicks striking and hot chi burning, and then things get BAD.
The explosion is enough to, at least, knock Tenma clear of the suddenly appearing hole in their aleady precarious perch, and judging by the bruises and burns on his bare torso, the Gedo swordsman doesn't have a whole lot left to give, here. There is a brief, small moment of doubt, in the tiniest, most shadowed corner of his mind; CAN he ever beat the mystery girl whose name he doesn't even know? Did he come all this way just to get stopped, here, unable to go and give Seishirou the punch in the mouth he so richly deserves?
Like hell.
Though sheer stubbornness, Tenma sits up, bokken in hand, his hair falling loose from its usual ponytail. His blue eyes seek out the current location of Pas, who he sincerely doubts would've intentionally plunged to her death through the cables or anything, and he does the only thing he can bring himself to do right now: He, rather shakily, forces chi to his feet, enough of it to let him spring right over the hole that explosion put in their deteriorating stage. And as he falls towards Pas, be she standing or crouching, or even completely prone, he holds his bokken backhanded, both hands on the hilt, aiming to spear the capoeira fighter with a vicious, falling strike, his leap adding terrible force to the blow.
Which, incidentally, might put /both/ of them through the cables, but he's not thinking clearly right now.
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Pas counters Deep Strike from Tenma with Branded Mule.
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No plunging to her death whatsoever; across the frayed, crumbling remnants of the cable web, there the Brazilian sprawls, undoubtedly pushed there by the concussion of her own attack, catching herself from falling through that hole.
There she heaps, breathing hard and covered in blood, looking the part of a fight about to find its finish. Her hair wings every so way, her clothing stained crimson, her limbs arranged in askance. There is something decidedly come hither about her that is too deliberate to be a coincidence. Pás is staring straight at Tenma, and she's grinning ear-to-ear. Her tongue slowly wets along her bottom lip.
And, lying there, she faces Tenma as he flies for her. She has to think fast. She thinks she could outroll his descent, but she can't account for the length of that bokken. It has a reach. It hits hard. And she needs her footing now more than ever. She has to move now. She has to--
--feel the way the cables are groaning and untying under her elbows. Her eyes fixed on Tenma, still sprawling brokenly across the webbing, the Brazilian's grin suddenly takes on a razored edge. He descends at her, and she grabs fistfuls of the unmending cables, suddenly ripping free a small hole at her head.
And there a moment ago, gone a moment later, she slips out head-first, twisting to grab the underside of the net. There she swings with her body, monkey-barring herself forward, past Tenma's trajectory, and curling, winding herself to land back on top of the netting out the original hole her attack blew into the web. It's a viper-fast, momentary display of acrobatics, her momentum spiralling her with a double-footed kick whipped at Tenma's turned back.
It was, in all honesty, a final, desperate gamble... A casting of defiance, as it were, against what seems to be an insurmountable opponent for Tenma Kiryuu. Whatever he tries, whatever tricks he might attempt, he can't seem to overcome the Brazilian's abilities at all. Which, of course, just makes him want to all the more. But, not today. Today, he doesn't even really come close, having lost control of the battle once she completely denied his bloody dragons... But it's not like he was just going to give up. As Tenma hits the cables, instead of Pas, there is a rather sickening sound as the bloody mist around the blade, honed to a cutting edge, slices through the webbing... And then Tenma is kicked in the back, the force of the blow spilling him forward into the netting, and his bokken falls downwards, through the hole it cut, the aura around it dying out as it vanishes from sight.
Moments after Tenma's impact, there is a second, sickening noise, accompanied by the high-pitched whiplike sound of metal tension being released. So much damage done, how could the webbing hope to keep up with it? There's a final, somewhat anticlimactic *SNAP*, before the whole apparatus simply breaks in half, dumping, at the very least, Tenma towards the conveyor belt below.
As this all happens, Tenma might be unable to keep fighting, but he's not unaware. In fact, he's quite cognizant of what's happening. Which would be why, as the whole thing breaks, he says, quite wisely: "Oh shit." And then he falls. Oops!
Catching herself into a crouch, one hand slung against her knee, Pás doesn't even get the moment she deserves to beam about her apparent win. She's too busy watching Tenma fall. It's for the best that she is up so high, suspended so far from the world, because she would rather not anyone to see the look on her face. That easy-going, perpetual smile falters. Dismay widens her eyes. And even as the web shudders, cables squealing and groaning as they rip apart, she is moving forward through the destruction, diving forward, straight after Tenma.
Her hands snag him by one arm. Her body slides forward across the netting until her feet hook down, ankles locking to hold them both suspended. And, looking down, hair and broken bikini strap dangling, the Brazilian girl greets her catch with a lazy, happy smile, even if they're both hanging there by a thread.
"Ha ha! I have you!" Pás beams! Her eyes crease shut under the voltage of her illuminous smile.
They stay shut until she feels a certain, disconcerting pop beneath her ankle. One dark eye peeks open. And she looks up in time to see the cables unravelling from around her feet.
The girl purses her mouth. And really only has time to say a tiny, apologetic little, "...uh oh," before they both fall. Again.
Log created on 19:17:37 08/22/2007 by Tenma, and last modified on 16:58:08 08/23/2007.