Description: [Pas vs. Aranha] Perched hundreds of feet above the crashing ocean, blanketed and blinded by rolling fog, and having to deal with slippery stone spires as a sidewalk, what's a couple capoeiristas to do? Dance, I guess. [Winner: Aranha]
It's a quiet night on the seas which is fairly surprising considering that Suiryuu, with numerous passengers and fighters on there, is close by. For this bout, it doesn't take place on the boat itself but rather the stone spires out withing the Pacific Ocean. Stone creations, for there's too much order in the arrangement and distance of the tall structures of varying heights for it be considered natural. But indeed it is quite a marvel to behold.
A plank is extended from the ship onto one of the spires before a man dressed completely black, long black sleeve shirt, loose black slacks, black shoes, even black gloves walks off the plank.
When he found out about the time and location he had decided to make use of dark clothing to limit his opponent's ability to see him. He also wanted to make sure he could fully take advantage of the environment and so he takes moment to study the area before leaping from that first spire to a spire further out before he waits for his opponent.
And there is blackness everywhere, deep, far-reaching darkness, as long as the eye can see. Fog lays heavy in the alleys of those jagged, twisting spire, a shine on it from the moon pouring in through the skies above, dappling the rolling mist with moving shapes. Far below, is the distant and dangerous sound of gulping water, the seas lapping an endless onslaught, the spinning currents hungry for a body to tow down its depths.
And out, perched on those treacherous stone monoliths, with nothing to see but the fog and the dark, one can begin to realize just how apparent, how unsettling this setting really is.
At least until a distant, disembodied, and very tinny voice suddenly shouts, "GOOOOOOL!"
It is punctuated with a sudden shrill, outraged breath, something between a huff and a choke, followed by a sudden wave of Portuguese curses that could out-tide the oceans below. Soon enough, it breaks back into English. "--Puta que pariu! Shiuuuuu! What was that!! Euh?? You say what?! What has wrongs with you?! You-- you--" Pás stabs an angry finger forward, narrowing her eyes and turning a magnificant glare on the little radio she has in hand.
Speaking in rushed Portuguese, it is announcing a futbol game at hand, one her team appears to be decidedly losing.
She is staring angrily at it as she marches down the length of the plank, seeming either oblivious or uninterested in the rest of the world. The mist parts to reveal her distant form, her dusky, curvy body clad in the most stringy of bikinis, coloured black and white. Her eyes lidded, she looks out over the spires for the first time, considering them facelessly. The girl shrugs. She hops up, her balance immediately shifting to stand one-legged, her eyes peering out for any signs that her opponent may have arrived--
--at least until the radio crackles up again. Pás stares down at it in horror. "No!!"
Aranha watches as laughs a bit at the display. He's actually fairly audible since he's somewhat close by. "Soccer..." quickly correcting himself after thinking about all of the Portuguese curses he heard come from the bikini clad teenager, "Futbol, huh?"
Now he moves closer to the edge of his particular narrow spire, with hardly enough room for two people let alone enough for Aranha let his body flow into the dance like motions of their particular art. "I guess you're my opponent. I'm called Aranha."
After the introduction is made, he begins studying the girl for a moment. While appreciative of the form he also acknowledges a need to be more detailed in his analysis. Measuring limb length in particular. So he has rough idea of ideal ranges for both of them before the fight begins.
After that initial analysis is made he allows his lips to curl into a smile, lets see what you've got.
COMBATSYS: Aranha has started a fight here.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Pas has joined the fight here.
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Pas 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Aranha
The first sound turns her head, the Brazilian's dark eyes searching through the rolling mist and unpertrubed darkness. Finally, she seems to spot Aranha, his choice of attire blending him well to the backdrop. She seems to foil his motif, her long hair left down, her lean body left, well, practically naked. The moonlight hits her well and gilds her enough to be seen rather easily, especially in a battle engaged by close combat. But, stamping one hand lazily to her bare hip, Pás doesn't seem to mind.
She doesn't seem to mind about much of anything, really. Except for that radio in her hand.
She dims its volume -- just barely enough -- and reaches backward, securing the little electronic against her back, underneath the crossing straps of her bikini. Then she offers him a lazy wave, rolling her neck and shoulders as her curvy body stretches itself in preparation for festivities. "Ola," she says back, bland, but friendly enough.
But at Aranha's introduction, Pás seems to pause a little, her striking eyes staring forward as she takes in his name. "...Aranha?" she echoes, dubious, her voice distantly accented. She seems almost stunned, and then, without warning, cracks out a brilliant smile that's beyond her control. She coughs a bit to mute a laugh, brushes her knuckles against her lips, and looks suddenly apologetic. She blurts out in broken English, "Ha ha! No! You're the kiddings, yea? No? You have named that? Oh, I am my sorrys! But it means very very dirty in my home. It is what you say if you are not nice."
She clears her throat again, and twines her hands behind her back. "I am promises I will not laugh again! My name is Pás. And I am very nice. So now we get bloodys, no?"
She winks. And says no more. The girl rips forward with incredible speed, one thrust of her leg flipping her sidelong through the air. She twists her back so deeply her spine curls, and catching the step of a spine with a hand, she tries to crack a leg out at Aranha's head.
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Aranha with Short Kick.
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Pas 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Aranha
The black clad Capoeirista raises an eyebrow at the other for a moment. There's a moment his face goes completely blank as he watches her laugh at his nickname. But at the moment he's trying to focus on the fight. Which he isn't exactly too successful at doing because when she flips on to his spire he doesn't move as quickly as he ought to and ends up not only getting cracked in the head but getting knocked off of the spire.
Aranha does manage to grab onto the lower part of spire, practically hugging it to keep himself held onto it. Then a begins to form in his mind.
He climbs a bit lower putting himself into the fog and taking advantage of the locations of the spires he memorized he kicks of spire to spire until he gets to one that he knew was a bit higher than the one he was knocked off of and climbs up it on the opposite side of the spire that Pas kicked him off of and launches himself of it foot first to launch a kick of his own. The only warning she'll get is from saying in the late part of the kick, "Maybe I'm not that nice."
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Pas with Sky's the Limit.
- Power hit! -
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Pas 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Aranha
Rolling free of her kick, the Brazilian lets herself off her handstand, assuming perch on one of the smaller spires, balancing by the ball of one foot. Despite her precarious spot, she seems perfectly at ease, which may either be a feat of fearlessness or just one helluva poker face. Either way, Pás is pretty zen.
She leans an elbow against her knee as she waits, her dark eyes peering down curiously into the murky fog. She's lost sight of him somewhere in the kick, but she didn't hear a splash. That brightens her already-amiable mood considerably. It means she's quite liable to have some fun tonight.
And there the bikini'd girl gargoyles, searching the mist, when the radio on her back suddenly crackles up in hoarse, screaming Portuguse, tinnily breathing the distant recording of a crowd roaring. Now that makes the blood drain out of the girl's face. Incredulously, she flicks a stun-eyed look over her shoulder, glaring the nine rings of hell down on the broadcast -- when she gets a foot in the head.
It hits clean, and completely thrown by the attack, the girl bowls clean of her spire. She has nothing memorized, no means to visually recall her battlefield, instead blessed with a quick mind and quicker hands. She catches an adajcent spire by a breath, and just barely stops herself from a lethal fall.
There Pás hangs, looking a little put out. Her dark eyes peek back up on Aranha. Maybe he's not that nice, he had told her. She seems to consider that, and replies, very innocently, "Is it because you are too short?"
She smiles a little, not a sincere trace of meanness to be found on her, even if her temple is beginning to bruise. Then she braces, planting both feet off the spire and thrusting off, curling through the air and catching herself in a flip off the top of another. Even without memorization, she doesn't kill her momentum, darting from stone to stone as she beelines back for her opponent. She circles him intently, and in the darkness, in her suicidal speeds, she gets hard to follow. She switches from walking on either hand or foot, moving fluidly through the air, and then twists, looking intent on slamming her heel forward at his throat.
--Only the attack stops short. It's a diversion. And standing inverted on the next spire over, balanced only on one hand, Pás grins erratically, all teeth, and attempts to bury her elbow into Aranha's groin. So much for calling herself nice.
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks Pas' Eshu's Hat.
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Pas 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
Aranha's motions are fluid as he reacts to the other Capoeirista's movements he /almost/ buys the feint towards the throat but then he catches sight of the grin. As he drops below the decoy kick he holds his forearms crossed above his head before he spies himself about to crouch down right on top of the elbow to the jewels. Without bringing his arms apart he then crosses the forearms downwards to intercept the elbow.
He recognizes a capoeirista when he sees one and so he responds by planting his right palm on the ground flat and then suddenly shoots his body forward, head first, in a collision course for Pas' torso attempting to take her completely off balance. After the attack is made he exclaims, "I think this dance is about to get interesting!"
COMBATSYS: Pas fails to counter Random Weapon from Aranha with Branded Mule.
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Pas 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
It would take just the least amount of common sense to avoid this attack, especially for one so high in the air, perched by a single hand alone, and remaining a good dice roll away from certain death. Even the most braindead of people would at least try to outstep Aranha as he barrels inward.
But Pás doesn't. She doesn't back down in the least. In fact, a deliriously happy expression burning to life on her face, she turns forward and barrels back, seeking to intercept him head-on. She does it without thinking, as though suicide were the most reflexive of reactions for her. Maybe the Brazilian's long gone mad.
She pays for her recklessness; in this case, he's got the footing, and she quickly loses hers. Thrust off-balance, for a moment Pás luxuriates in the senation of freefall -- until her hands brush stone, and quickly lock down around the neck of a spire. She stretches, catching another between her hooked ankles. And there the Brazilian girl hangs, elongated in the darkness, mist rolling past her pinned body. The radio crackles muffedly from behind her back.
Does she look angry? Not in the least. Her smile is like razors, her eyes lit up, her expression encouraging. "Harder next times!" Pás calls up. "I am wants to feel it!"
Aranha's intent wasn't as much trying to deliver a damaging attack as much trying to do two things. He wanted to take Pas off balance and yes he was actually quite successful in doing so he also directed that head butt to a precise location so that he could wind her somewhat at the same time. And it did those things well.
"Make it hurt, huh?" He says incredulously. It looks like he has stumbled upon yet another masochist. He jumps off the spire and actually begins to slide down the neck of the spire down upon her head, a foot extended as he attempts to not only give Pas what she wants but to also tactically bring himself closer to victory.
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Aranha's Strong Kick.
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Pas 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Aranha
And there she waits, with endless patience and enthusiasm, looking rather prone there as she barely holds herself aloft, caught between two spires, her hands wrung around one and her feet desperately hanging onto another, looking like a nubile little Brazilian hammock. Her dark eyes lid with expectation, a sleepy look about her.
That looks so unlike her sudden strike, her movement quick as a snake bite, as she tightens her hands, and curling her back, supports her own weight as she brings her legs in and up to catch and deflect his downward blow, a push of her knees to angle his momentum away from her body.
But Pás isn't finished yet. Grabbing one spire with her feet, going upright, she suddenly snaps out one hand, attempting to snag the quick-footed Aranha by a handful of his collar, so she can greet him with a fantastic smile. "Yea! Like this!"
She tries to drive her head straight at his face in a nasty headbutt.
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Pas' Zidane's Revenge.
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Pas 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Aranha
But Aranha is exactly that. Quick footed but one of his other qualities is that he's observant and while he's impressed by the flexibility and the block he can tell that she's about to spring upright again. When that happens he'll be in trouble again. He then drives his heel into the spire creating a man made hole in it stopping his own descent and then with a quick spin he moves away leaning from her attempt to grab him.
Now that he's just barely out of her reach leaps up to another spire and use that forward momentum to push himself further in the air as he launches himself back at the spire his body folded at the waist and his legs held straight as he twists himself up and over bringing himself feet first down upon the other Capoeirista's head and hoping to drive her downwards into the fog. "Are sure you don't mean like this?"
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Aranha's Armada Dupla.
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Pas 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Aranha
As he escapes her ruthless fingers, Pás can only award his impressive dodge with an inky smile, her eyes creasing in a predatorial way. She arranges himself as he leaves her briefly, not quite prepared to allow their bodies too much distance, pushing off with her bare feet, turning herself to ricochet off another spire and meet him. Fluent in body language, especially when it comes to the dialect of combat, she seems to read his incoming strike.
It doesn't give her a lick of pause. Pás saddles herself right into Aranha's trajectory -- but at the last minute, she gets all flexible again, twisting to save her head, letting her shoulder absorb some shock of the blow. "Nopes!"
She swats out with one hand to try to redirect his legs... when her hand suddenly attempts to snag his ankle, and her legs widen, attempting to balance between two points: one spire and his body. And though it looks incredibly painful -- though the sunny look on her face says otherwise -- Pás' free leg swings in at an impossible ankle, her flexibility evident as she tries to crack her heel at Aranha's jaw.
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Aranha with Medium Kick.
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Pas 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Aranha
Aranha as far as he saw it, had two good options when he saw the heel snap upwards as he planted his hands in the spire after he had his double leg denied in the form of Pas's flexible legs.
First there was sliding down as she was in the process of throwing the kick at him and getting clipped by the heel but then following up by throwing her off the spire. The other option was to move out of the way and set up another kick.
Aranha chose the second option and ends up catching a foot to the face. Oops. He recovers from the kick but he chooses to not retaliate this time. Instead he's leaping to the neck of a very narrow spire and starting his rapid climb to higher ground as he waits to see if the Brazilian will follow him up.
COMBATSYS: Aranha focuses on his next action.
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Pas 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Aranha
Recovering from her strike, the Brazilian girl effortlessly catches herself with one handhold as she crosses the treacherous spires, finally pulling herself upright. She rolls her bruised shoulder and shakes back her long hair, her face already flushed from exertion, the ocean humidity pearling water against her temples. She breathes steadily, her eyes sharp as they hunt for Aranha, landing when they find a flicker of darkness moving against shadow.
Standing there, Pás cranes her head back as she watches him ascend, her head tilting. A lazy smile curves along her lips. She's never been against chasing things. And it's then she begins to step forward, no doubt narrow-minded in an obvious pursuit, when--
--she hears something. Something defeaning. Something unmistakeable. Something-- "GOOOOOOOOL!"
Frozen in her tracks, her sleepy face stunned, Pás suddenly reaches backward to rip free her shrieking stereo as it yips frenetic Portuguese straight at her. Nervously, she asks it, "Sim??" She holds it in white-knuckled fists, her eyes wide, and then just startles -- like a shocked cat -- and suddenly screams along with her radio. She thrusts both arms up in unparalleled triumph, squealing girlishly, hopping up and down on crumbling spires, and wishing she could call Marisol right now to yell at her, the fight all but forgotten.
Looks like her team scored.
COMBATSYS: Pas gains composure.
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Pas 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Aranha
Aranha moves from the spire that he climbed upon to create a bit more distance away from the other Capoeirista. He not nearly close to out of breath since he has been pacing himself for the entirety of the fight. And that trend seems to continue as begins his run.
Hoping to use the distance and the darkness of his clothing to his advantage he attempts to blend in before circling around to her side and then sending a side kick to the side of her head before spinning around with one hand touching the ground as he attempts to drive his heel into her head. Both kicks brutal if they land but he seems to telegraph the second kick a tad too much.
COMBATSYS: Pas counters Colossal Kick from Aranha with Branded Mule.
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Pas 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Aranha
With a speed that doesn't betray her vicious attacks, Pás shoots out one deft hand, and with an unmatched display of speed and accuracy... she draws out a cell phone from inside her bikini top and taps an urgent message out, addressed to: Marisol O'Connell. She speaks out loud as she keys in her words, "Sol-a... team just got... point!! Smiley-smile face. Nnn, no. Winky-wink face!"
And just as she presses it to send, a flicker of movement scrapes past her eyes. Cell phone still in hand, grasping her radio by its strap in her teeth, Pás suddenly bends backwards, her spine curling as the first kick misses her by hairs. She lets her momentum take her, back-handspringing and catching herself with one palm, her knees scissoring together to stop the second in a momentary lock. There she wrenches herself suddenly, trying to imbalance as she lunges past, snaking herself through their tangling dance, seeking to catch Aranha's turned back. All she needs is a moment.
Suddenly, she throws up her cellphone into the air as she twists, catches the top of a spire in both hands, and then pulls her feet together, returning Aranha's attack with a double-footed mule kick straight at his spine. She flips up to one foot, gets her balance, and catches her phone. It beeps, done sending.
Aranha blinks as the first kick catches nothing but air even still he's quick to draw his leg back and then second kick which he indeed telegraphed just a little too much his caught deftly by the other capoeirista while she sent a text message. To be honest, the Dancing Spider doesn't know whether to be angry at or impressed by the display.
He can't really mull that over because he's the recipient of a pair of kicks to the back and sent flying off the spire but he manages to twist himself around and grab the edge before he falls completely over.
Aranha reaches into his pouch and pulls out a pair of Oakley Thumps and slides them on his face clicks a button and they're playing music. Oddly enough it's not the sound of capoeira music. He's playing some James Brown.
With his music on he pulls himself up and then moves in towards Pas and suddenly drops down into almost crouch while thrusting his heel up into her stomach. "GET UP!!!! Get on up!"
COMBATSYS: Pas endures Aranha's Medium Kick.
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Pas 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Aranha
log/addcast 2=Pas Aranha
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Casual as ever, Pás daintily tucks her cell phone back into a cup of her bikini, before taking her mumbling radio out of her mouth and securing it to its spot between her shoulderblades. It still chatters the ongoing game at her in its foreign language.
Finally deigning to turn both eyes back on the fight at hand, her perpetual smile crooked along her lips, the Brazilian seems to wait, holding her spot, while Aranha recovers. Be it a sign of courtesy or just laziness, one may never know.
Then the music starts. Pás, herself, studied samba half her life and has never really had the taste for American music, and hearing it now makes her head tilt like a puppy dog does when it sees its first vacuum cleaner. But she smirks, not unpleasantly, appearing amused by having her fight suddenly seranded. She easily adapts.
And then Aranha erupts into movement and charges for her. Her eyes lid, watching, and her weight shifts when she reads his movement. She makes a decision. He dives, and his foot kicks upwards. Fearlessly, she steps into it, turning her body that, when his heel strikes, it misses her soft spots and connects with solid abdominal muscle. She takes every bit of it. It hurts like hell, but Pás likes it when it hurts. She always likes testing the strength of her opponents.
And this time..? "Psiu," she clucks her tongue to herself, before the look on her face burns electric. Time to hurt back. Taking the blow sets her up smoothly for her return, as his leg is thrust forward and up at her torso, her knee locks and hers swings viciously straight down, heel-first. That bad Pás is aiming for the groin again.
COMBATSYS: Aranha interrupts Strong Kick from Pas with Full House EX.
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Pas 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
If Aranha is surprised by the fact that his attack was taken like that he doesn't show it. Instead there's more of a concern about the target of where that heel is going to end up. Yeah... Nutcracking equals bad. But if she likes it when it hurts then she's about to be very happy
Aranha leans away while in a low crouched position moving his thigh to shield his baby makers and then he darts forward to diving head first at his opponent with a vicious headbutt between her legs just to see how she likes getting attacked there. It also allows him rise and throw 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 down upon her head that doesn't quite have its usual oomph to it since he had to sacrifice his leg to protect the gonads. Looks like the groin shots forced him to modify his attack just for her.
Pás seems to like getting attacked there. But just ask anyone at Pacific High; she's a pretty big perv.
A surprised sound escapes her when his head connects, and feeling as stunned as pained for the sheer audacity of the strike, for an undisguised moment she can only stare down. Her mouth crooks, and she only gets a few seconds to beam a delighted, shit-eating grin. Then she just bursts laughing. "Ha ha!" she cries out, breathless from both her staggering pain and the sheer irony of her private joke, "Now you have fit your name!"
And her amusement is totally worth the subsequent strikes as they connect well, her footwork sloppy because of her own crying laughter, which seems to take precidence to her growing collection of gashes and bruises. Knocked off her feet, Pás goes down, hitting a spire square between the shoulders, the radio crackling under her back. She pulls one arm up to try to snuff some of the last strike, but it doesn't save her neck from the shock of the blow. Pás sees stars.
But she likes stars. Her smile ain't going nowhere. In fact, she seems to look all the more pleasant, and act all the more genial the more her ass gets kicked. Some girls are just weird like that.
And all the weirder is her finding the good mood through her ripping headache and blackening eye to wink the remaining one up at Aranha. Shaking her head to clear the dust, her eyes blinking, that seems to be the least attention she pays to her own hurts. The Brazilian braces with her arms, and flips herself upwards to her feet, airbourne once more. She touches down in the briefest of steps, one foot brushing a stipe, before she is back in the air and trying to crack a quick round-house to the center of his chest.
COMBATSYS: Aranha interrupts Short Kick from Pas with Vingativa.
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Pas 1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
Ingrid arrives from the Pacific Ocean.
He refrains from comment as she laughs about the private joke. His face is unreadable as she continues to laugh during his onslaught. He begins to wonder if the Pacific student has lost her damn mind. But on the upside he knows that the fight is almost over.
Between the beating that Pas has been receiving and the fact that he can tell by her heavy breathing that she's on her way out and he knows that fight is almost over. And because of this Aranha plays it safe.
When he sees that kick coming in for his chest he has time to step into it while turning his shoulder away from the kick as he does so. It allows for him to watch and wait for her foot to recoil before he slips his leg behind both of her own and slips his elbow on to her abdomen. Using the leverage from popping his hips upward as he nudges her over his leg with his elbow to send her down on her back. "Hmm... Do you enjoying being on your back?" Ok... Perhaps he did get the joke.
Caught rather nicely by the interjection in her own attack, back down goes Pás again, with a slight grunt as her hip strikes stone. As ever, she takes the hurt in good spirits, perhaps borderline infuriating in the way she accepts pain with no less than a pleased smile. The closest thing to malevolence that the Brazilian has displayed this evening... was only ever directed at her staticy radio.
After all, this is business, nothing more than willful fun. Futbol is personal.
But there she sprawls deliciously where she was hurled, making a love seat out of precarious stone monoliths. Lazy as ever, she hooks an arm under her head to pillow it, looking damn near comfortable despite all her bruises. Aranha's comment earns a sleepy crook of her mouth. She purses her lips to consider his remark, one shoulder shrugging. "Sim. Yea." At least she's honest. "Aii, of course, didn't your mother?" Her grin sharpens up. "But I am dependings on the company. Also good at the fakings it too."
She pauses another moment, and adds, in mid-yawn, "OK OK I am thinking you are earning this. Tchau, Aranha!"
And belying all her half-lidded sleepiness, Pás rips into violent movement. She's almost immediately violent, bracing by her arms to crack both feet up at Aranha's face, twisting herself into a playful handspin before she darts away. And that's when the dance starts. The Brazilian cracks all ten knuckles. Literal sparks fly from the joints, a growing chi energy pulsing under her skin. And then she is voraciously moving, stepping from spire to spire before she suddenly inverts, walking by her very hands. She brushes in close to Aranha constantly as she moves, circling him, imparting ruthless kicks every time she gets close, but something seems to be missing.
There's more, the way when her palms hit the tops of spires, the stone seems to warm visibly under her palms, sparks hissing under the brief contact. And it gets fiercer. And she gets faster. Flipping, switching, going from foothold to foothold, she seems to purposely be cracking a hand down on every spire she can touch, moving all around him with incessant kicks until--
--stone begins to groan. There is a single pause, like the calm before the storm, before so many of the spires suddenly explode.
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks Pas' Fevered Earth.
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Pas 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Aranha
Oddly enough Aranha doesn't bat an eyelash at the insult at the comment about his mother liking as well. Actually the fact that she said that about his mom earns Pas a few points there. He won't vocalize it and if it wasn't for his mp3 playing sunglasses, he'd probably show one major tell in his eyes when it concerns that subject. He'll atleast give Pas an enigmatic smile for that one. Let her interpret the meaning as she likes.
He still does have business to take care of as far as the tournament is concerned and so he focuses on the fighter before him. When the legs fly up his arms come up to intercept them. The pulsing chi under her skin is noted and then her own onslaught begins. Aranha's body weaves away from each kick with a hand always there to catch a kick as he does so weathering the storm of kicks until it finally ends and the groan is heard just above the Dancing Spider saying an unfinished swear of, "Oh shi..." It is in that calm before the storm that Aranha leaps off of that spire. And from spire top to spire top until he's well out of range of the explosions and on a spire that's somewhat higher.
A few quick leaps here he moves closer and then closer before taking a large leap from the air to attempt to catch Pas in the shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Pas fails to counter Sky's the Limit from Aranha with Branded Mule.
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Aranha 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Pas can no longer fight.
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Aranha 0/-------/-======|
And through the smoke and coughing debris as countless spires snap and break, hurtling down into the ocean, Pás is still hurtling forward, escaping the path of her own destruction with quick steps and mad laughter. Her grin bares a frightening shade of pleasure, scissory with delight, contrasting eerily against the otherwise sleepy way of her features.
Her eyes catch Aranha's escape, and it seems to trigger something in her, like the predator instinct wired in a cat. She chases, gaining vicious speed, going both hand and feet as she careens along the buckling stone parapets. His last leap is caught by her eyes, and grin going wicked, Pás wastes no time. She can see his attack by a long shot. She's sure, with the littlest iota of patience, she could take the defensive and receive him deftly.
But she's switched from laziness, drunk off her explosions, and just a little bit thirsty for blood. As he leaps down, she catches the edge of a spire and thrusts upward, mindless in her recklessness to intercept his attack head-on.
And the high ground wins, the last attack barrelling her right back down, her body skidding across spires and very briefly falling off. With fast hands she catches her footing, and lurches forward, aiming to stop her descent on a low point, skidding to a painful halt with a cloud of dust.
One eye squinted shut, Pás mumbles something to herself in a foreign tongue, coughing harshly, moving and knowing immediately her body is finished. But still, something doesn't seem right. Suddenly, deliberately, she reaches backward, lips pursing as she tries to pull free something digging into the small of her back.
Pás looks down at her broken radio. It sparks a bit and hisses. Her mouth pouts out. She is sad on the spire. "...Aiiii."
As for Aranha he lands on his spire with grace as he looks down into where Pas had fallen. He has trouble finding her through the thick fog obscuring his vision down there. He's a bit concerned with whether or not he might've accidentally killed her however. The lack of splash is a bit reassuring to him since it meant that she probably slowed down her fall.
With that particular concern out of the way he begins precision leaping from spire to broken spire until he gets to the one spire with the plank to walk back aboard the Suiryuu. He just cant wait to rest his weary body from his sore legs from the kick to the groin and the bruises and minor wounds and the various bruises on his face.
COMBATSYS: Aranha has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:08:30 09/02/2007 by Pas, and last modified on 06:25:36 09/10/2007.