Description: After their last encounter, a two on two pitting Gedo's Guardian King's leader versus Pacific Resistance's and their teammates, Marisol never had a chance to properly face down Kenji Ashima. Now, aboard the Jinchuu and irritated at her less-than stellar performance, Marisol has the chance to face the brawler in a one-on-one...
Ever since he's made it over the rail and onto the deck of the SUiryuu, the brawling Osakan has had it a little bit rough. His arm, his rooming assignment-- and where the hell is Hakuya and Tenma? Didn't they get invited to this nonsense, too? Sitting alone in the promenade's dining area, the young man's feet are kicked up on a table and reading from an action manga released this month picked up on the way to the docks to keep himself busy.
It's not about superheroes, though. God, he hates superheroes right now.
His left arm bandaged from fingertips to shoulder, the student council secretary of Gedo High is simply trying to unwind-- and unwind quietly, ignoring the throbbing from his damaged limb.
And ever since Marisol had made it onto the Suiryuu, she hasn't been too happy.
It's for a variety of reasons, really. Particularly, the crap she's had to put up with. On top of having to fight that pervert Alan to get ONTO the ship, and then having him barge into her cabin like some creep, she's had to fight - and lose - in the middle of a god-awful storm while prancing around atop the masts of the damnable Suiryuu.
Oh, and seasickness. Don't forget the seasickness.
So, in all, this has not been a pleasure cruise for the half-Spaniard. So she is not happy.
Stalking the halls of the ship's promenade, Marisol seems a woman with a mission, gray eyes searching for something, or someone. Anyone - anyone who makes her mad. The doors of the dining hall open, and the half-Spaniard girl looks around. For the most part, the place is empty...save for one figure.
A kid reading a manga. She knows that face. Lips twitch, daring to tug into a smirk.
Breaking off into a run, the redhead charges like a bull for the youth, a fist coiled at her hip. Sliding the rest of the distance, Marisol twists her body and swings said fist, intent on sending a nice, deliciously mean hook through that comic and right into his face!
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Marisol 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kenji has joined the fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////////]
Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kenji
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Hook Punch.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
'Run, Takehiro!!' Ayaka said. 'Forget about me, and get that message to them in time!!'
'But Sugimura-chan!!'
'Go!!'
Kenji turns the page with a roll of his thumb from left to right, his attention returning to the right side of the book. His attention is pretty well focused on the words, the words-- that are suddenly accelerating toward his face. The book plows him right in the face, and the Guardian King sprawls backwards in his chair. He tumbles out of the seat and into the more open area of the promenade proper, laid out on his back and arms throwing out to his sides to absorb most of the impact-- except for his left arm, twitching furiously. "OW!!"
Standing up and dusting off his backside, Kenji looks around at the floor more than at Marisol. "Where'd it go..." he mutters, then looking up to the Pacific student. "... Oh! You're here too? That's odd, I guess they're inviting a lot of us on here..."
Rubbing his jaw with his bandaged arm, his right thumb hooks into his pocket. "So I guess you're still greeting people that way, huh?"
COMBATSYS: Kenji focuses on his next action.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
Just as Kenji is about to turn the page, the page is suddenly attacking his face, causing the Guardian King to tumble and roll out of his chair and flat onto his back. Contented with herself, the redhead looks down with a half-hearted smirk, gray depths hooded in obvious amusement at poor Kenji's predicament. Tossing her red mane, the girl's hands move to rest akimbo on her curvy hips.
"It was pretty open-invitation, you moron," the girl barks, eyes flickering aside briefly as he searches for his book. Where did it go? "Forget about your book!" she cries, thrusting a hand toward his face, long finger pointed at him. "I think you've got a problem on your hands now, Gedo trash!"
Still greeting people "that" way? Blinking once, those smoky depths seem mildly uncertain before she smirks, full lips pulling into another smirk. "Only punks like you. Without your buddy Tenma you'll have to fend for yourself, won't you? So LOOK OUT!"
Blazing forward, Marisol swings a tight fist at his stomach. Should it land, she follows by snapping her hands up and grabbing his head, to introduce it to the girl's knee before her body twists and a leg shoots up, a vertical kick aimed for his jaw.
COMBATSYS: Kenji fails to interrupt Chain Reaction from Marisol with Missile Fist.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Kenji
Crap-- she's already at it again.
Kenji's hand sweeps up from his side, his fist arcing around to punch Marisol before she can get into the swing of things-- but the stiff punch unsteadies him, the knee to the face stuns him, and the shot to the face from her kick sends him reeling backwards, turning away from Marisol as he nearly falls flat on his face. Rising, his neck rolls and cracks and he lets out a sigh.
"You know, I've had it with you."
His back is still turned, but the young brawler is positively bristling. "I don't care if Tenma is here or not. I don't care what school I go to, and I don't care why you're always a bitch when I'm trying to be nice." It's an odd shift to the jovial young man's voice, the sudden intensity and -- anger? Turning back around, Kenji starts to unravel the bandages on his left arm, tugging the mass free and letting it all fall in a pile on the floor of the deck. It still looks pretty rough-- Himeko -did- put him through the wringer, and dangling unconscious from the side of a boat...? Well, yeah.
Both arms rising, his shoulders roll forward a little and his stance looks something like a boxer's. This isn't like Kenji Ashima at all-- and he hasn't been mad like this in awhile. "You want a punk, you got it."
When the kick sends him reeling backwards, Marisol doesn't move. Instead, the redhead lets her leg descend once more, the toes of her white sneaker touching down before she places it firmly on the floor, her weight shifting from one leg to the other. When he speaks, however, the half-Spaniard girl seems mildly perplexed.
Then she smirks.
"Oh, have you now?" she remarks, fingers curling into tight fists at her side, before long, calloused digits unfurl. But she does not elaborate or provoke immediately; instead, those gray eyes stir, peering at his arm as he discards the bandage. Only when they've become a pile of white on the floor by his feet do those eyes stir, settling back onto the youth's face.
"About time you decided to get serious. Ha, for a minute there," Sliding into a stance of her own, the redhead's lips pull into a smirk, eyes hooded as she watches the young man. "I thought it was going to be easy. C'mon, then." A hand extends, fingers curling as a gesture to encourage him to make a move at her as she continues to grin. "Show me something serious. Or are you too afraid? Of me??"
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Kenji
'-- to be easy.'
It's about that point that Kenji moves forward, saying nothing to the redheaded Pacific student as he moves in two swift lunges. The first step halves the distance between them. The second brings her within striking distance of the blonde-- and his left arm, injured as it is, hooks around to throw a quick, stunning jab at Marisol. His right hand swings up to grab her by the neck, next-- no grips at the shirt, no yells or bright energy requiring sunglasses to stare directly at. If it can get there, he intends to run the girl back over to the table he was sitting at and -slam- her into the end, right across the small of the back.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Kenji with Red Clover.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Kenji
Nothing said - that's just how she'd prefer it. Tenma of the Guardian Kings talks too much, and Hakuya is too damnably nice for his own good. Kenji, on the other hand, seems to have a bit of potential here. If he wasn't serious before, maybe NOW he'll man up and give her something worthwhile. She wouldn't want to have wasted her time, after all.
So when he moves, Marisol holds her ground. Behind full lips her jaw is clenched tightly, doing its best to bite back the smirk that dares to slice its way across her face. When the second blow comes, Marisol's fist shoot out - too late, that is. His fist strikes first, mildly stunning the redhead, before she idly shakes her head. When those eyes lift up again, however, she's grabbed by the throat and introduced back-first into the table. Hard.
For a moment after, Marisol doesn't move. Only after she breathes in heavily does she let that smirk come to the fore, full lips pulled tightly in a savage grin. "Ha ha, about TIME," she chides, easing herself up off the table before easing her skirt and blouse back into proper place. "I was wondering if you had it in you to actually HIT me at some point. Ha ha ha! Do it again!!"
His grip holds still for a moment after Marisol collides with the table-- the long-forgotten feeling of a body hitting things it probably shouldn't re-entering his mind. Even if he wanted to give it up when he was younger, moments like this...! It brings back the old feelings, back when he was more the bully than the nice guy. He isn't all that proud of those days, when he was younger... then why hasn't he given it up? The nights pounding away at a punching bag, the nights where his sister and he go romping around the block trying to see who can punch the other one out first?
But back to the now. Falling a half-step back with a hard stomp of his left foot to anchor his footing, Kenji doesn't respond while Marisol gets herself straightened up a bit, only allowing for enough time for his right arm to reel backward-- and then come ahead for a hard blow to the stomach, low and looking to keep the table, at least in part, at Marisol's back. "Gu~AAAAAAA-!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Marisol with Strong Punch.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Kenji
Playtime is over.
Fixing herself and making her form a bit more presentable after being slammed back-first into the dining table, Marisol's gray eyes do not leave Kenji. He is quiet now, and it remains a bit unnerving. But if he can't take the heat, he should get out of the fire. How can he expect to get anywhere if he can't take other fighters coming up to him and picking on him? If anything, she's teaching him a valuable lesson. It's justified bullying.
Also, it'll probably piss Tenma off. So more bonus points there.
When Kenji swings his fist, Marisol doesn't make any means to avoid it. In fact, she stands there, but clearly underestimates his pent-up fury. It lands successfully, causing the girl to stagger back and grunt against his knuckles, her shoulders tensing briefly. "Okay, now I'm really pissed," she murmurs darkly, before she suddenly tightens her fist and, in one massive swing, attempts to send the Gedo boy airborne with a savage uppercut. "Piss off, Gedo trash!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Uppercut Punch.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Kenji
Marisol O'Connell is pissed-- and it shows as her fist whips upward and slams into Kenji's jaw from below. The black-haired Gedo boy's head snaps backward with a horrible bend, his feet leaving the floor and his arms splayed outward to his sides. Landing on the heel of his sneaker, he lands with a hobble, his weight trying to find a good way to settle without him spilling out all over the deck.
Tipped forward, he reviews the pain he was just put through-- the throbbing pain in the back of his head, the way his teeth just rattled as they crashed together and nearly bit off the tip of his tongue. Taking a step back in close, the Gedo student spits muddled red at the floor and snaps his right arm up... It hooks at first, but then changes trajectory slightly-- a high speed punch intended to smack the Gedo student right in the face, and right hard. Fast enough, in fact, his arm looks more like rubber than flesh...
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Kenji's Missile Fist.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Kenji
Her punch lands, a disgusting, bone-rattling "crack" erupting, breaking the silence that otherwise hangs over the promenade deck's dining hall. The sort of crack that, in fact, is music to the half-Spaniard girl's ears, the sound that brings a ghost of a smirk to her full lips as Kenji wobbles and staggers from the impact.
Those eyes immediately seek him out, fixed entirely on the Gedo boy as he spits up a disgusting mess of red to the floor at his feet. Her smile dares to widen just a bit. But no words are exchanged for now. The fight just got GOOD.
When he comes, the half-Spaniard girl is far more prepared this time. Lifting her arms, that odd punch is met with her forearms, staving off the brunt of his strike. But she capitalizes on what little space lay between them. Swinging a fist upward in a fierce arc, she does not punch him. Instead, a burst of fiery yellow chi roars to life in the wake of her swing, reaching out to encase Kenji before exploding outwards, a glorious display of energy that flutters away like butterflies dancing toward the dining hall ceiling..!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Iron Butterfly.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Kenji
The sound that fills the halls of the Suiryuu's most well-furnished deck is certainly painful-- the crash of bones, and the harsh smack of knuckles against crossing forearms. Kenji has little time before the fist cuts up in front of his face, but the young man tries stepping back from it anyway, his right hand presented to try to ward away the hit. But the hit doesn't come--
Not from where he thinks it will, anyway.
Kenji lets out a choked noise, somewhere between a gasp and a gag as he flies up a bit into the air, his head nearly colliding with the ceiling of the ship's deck. Reeling backward, he hits the ground with a heavy thump, his body rocking once before falling still. Breathing heavily, the brawling Osakan's fingers wiggle and twitch, catching his breath and his bearings in the wake of that attack. He sits bolt upright first, pressing his fists to the floor and scuttling his legs up beneath him. It was nice to get a breather... but now he's really got to turn this around.
COMBATSYS: Kenji gains composure.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Kenji
The explosion of pure energy rocks the dining room, roaring through the cavernous hall as the two fighters exchange blows. Though poor Kenji seems worse for wear, Marisol maintains her air of suppressed anger and amusement. It's a delicate balance, and she walks the line well. In fact, she seems more morbidly humored than anything else. It's fun to beat up on the Guardian Kings. It likely makes Tenma angry.
But when Kenji doesn't come at her. ..that amusement falters. For an instant, Marisol looks utterly taken aback, her gray eyes widening. Then her irrational temper gets to her and, as result, her face contorts into a look of anger. "What are you DOING?" she bellows, thrusting a finger toward him once again. "There is no time to sit, to catch your breath. This is a FIGHT. And you will FIGHT ME!"
Laughing harshly, the redhead charges at Kenji and, in one swing, seeks to punch him clean in the chest and send him staggering once more!
COMBATSYS: Kenji just-defends Marisol's Medium Punch!
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Kenji
It doesn't matter to Kenji right now what makes Tenma happy, sad, angry, or frustrated. Only one thing stays on Kenji's mind right now-- the girl in front of her, and how pissed off he still, somehow, is. But his face is oddly serene-- a calm, focused anger that doesn't waver, grow stronger, or ebb away. Foolish to think he's finished, foolish to think he's going to relent.
*smack*
Kenji's mangled left arm is used for the second time for the entire impromptu battle, his palm outturned and catching her hand so completely that the noise is strangely soft. The next noise is not so soft.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
His right arm is suddenly engulfed in that insanely bright light, the light blue chi that flames and blazes from fist to shoulder. And a narrow blue light spreads from his fist, shooting in a straight line to the wall-- the other clear through Marisol's chest on to the other wall. Kenji's fist -rockets- forward along that line of light, seeking to plant into the girl as hard as possible... and transmit enough force that the chairs rattle behind her, the pages of the loose manga on the floor flap wildly, and whatever isn't nailed down on the table starts to slide. His fist is clear and visible, but his arm looks more like a massive blur.
"RAIL GUN!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol just-defends Kenji's Rail Gun!
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////// ]
Marisol 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Kenji
Whatever haunts the thoughts of Ashima are clearly lost to the fiery girl before him. Right now, all those smoky gray eyes see is the boy in front of her, the Gedo filth she has come to loathe. Her anger is unfounded, really. All of it ultimately boils back down to Tenma Kiryuu, and the Pacific Resistance leader's dislike for the leader of the Guardian Kings. He annoys her. He frustrates her. He is loud and obnoxious and dumb.
It's that anger which fuels her and, sadly, leads a punch aimed right for Kenji. Unfortunately for HER, however, he stops it cold. In the palm of her hand, no less. Briefly, the redheaded boxer seems surprised.
Then she laughs. Loud. Even as Kenji's arm flares with energy and he screams, his voice reverberating through the hall, she continues to laugh. Energy or no, Marisol is thoroughly amused by this unexpected turn. Her lips pull harshly over her lips, as Kenji launches himself on a path toward her chest with his mighty fist.
For an instant, the world goes quiet, save for the flapping of pages in the force of chi-inspired winds. The world goes quiet, because Kenji's fist. ..is in the center of Marisol's fiery palm. "That was good... but,
"You'll have to try better than THAT!" she bellows, her hand lashing out toward him. Her intent is to grab his throat, while the other hand swings forward into his gut, burning with chi where, upon impact, will explode and launch poor Ashima back toward the table.
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Marisol's Moon Sling.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////// ]
Marisol 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
Kasumi descends from the Promenade Deck.
What the--
-What-.
Kenji's dead-stopped fist and the energy transmited through it blows forward irregardless, soaked into the fiery light on Marisol's palm; the excess scattering to the harsh wind beyond his knuckles. The young man's eyes go a little wide through his long, wild bangs, and his slightly-slackened jaw closes hard as her hands close around his throat. Kenji's right hand chops down hard, looking to slow the advancing fist and the explosive burst coming his way. He launches-- and instead of slamming into the table much like Marisol did, his body rolls backward on the table and slides along the surface.
His sneakers squeal against the waxed wooden flat, the young brawler already back up on his feet. Running, sprinting from the table, Kenji makes a small hop into the air and reaches out to palm the top of Marisol's head. His body twists with her own, and he's about to land flat on his belly on the adjacent mess hall table-- and with the grasp he seeks to get on her head, it'll drag her around to slam her face into the surface a little harder than what she may perhaps like. "UrrrrrrAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Kenji's Strong Throw.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////// ]
Marisol 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
Snaring Kenji by his throat, the redhead seeks to blast the youth back, to send him sailing and ultimate crashing into the nearest table. But quick thinking spares the youth from the inevitable; chopping her hand free of his throat, Marisol offers a brief look of disbelief before she merely smirks, as the burst of chi erupts and devours nothing but empty air. He rolls, but Marisol holds her ground with a savage grin. This is too much fun. TOO much fun!
And she's sure Tenma will be pissed. Or at least come looking for her, and a fight.
Curling her fists tightly, knuckles softly crack as she stands there. He pulls himself back onto his feet and leaps at the redhead, but his moves are too predictable. Noting the incoming hand, the redhead twists her body and weaves aside, letting him ultimately sail past her. The smirk on the half-Spaniard's face widens. "An opening..!"
Leaping after the youth, she attempts to slug him fierce in the face before she follows with a savage punch to the stomach. But it doesn't end at two; following the punch to the gut, both fists swing, embraced in chi as she hooks him twice across the face - the latter meant to send him staggering.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Red Clover.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > // ]
Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Kenji
An opening-- and a bad position for him. Laid flat on his back on the table, it gives Marisol more than enough room and time to follow him up there, plowing a fist into his face, chased with a shot to the stomach-- then one, two to the jaw. Kenji's lights look half-out and he's too busy seeing the color of Marisol's energy emissions to properly retort or respond-- but after a moment, the pissed-off brawler offers a toothy grin as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth.
She's standing over him.
In a skirt.
Reaching up to grab the Pacific student by the blouse with a black and blue leftie, a light in his eyes makes it look more like the more jovial brawler of old is back in him. "I know what your favorite color is."
And then his legs hook forward to pass under Marisol's own, his leg rocked back over his head-- and no doubt she'd be clocked in the jaw if she isn't careful. With one last gutteral scream, his leg stomps -down-, looking to plow into the redhead's stomach and send her sprawling off the table.
COMBATSYS: Kenji can no longer fight.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Marisol 1/-----==/=======|
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Rib Crusher from Kenji with Bee Sting.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Marisol 0/-------/------=|
Bad position for Kenji, but the best position for Marisol. He lands, but Marisol follows. Leaping up onto the table, she brutalizes the Gedo boy, pummeling with a barrage of blows, the last sending him to the ground in a heap of pain. And yet, for all the savagery she displays...he finds his humor again. He finds it in the color of Marisol's underwear.
A thin red brow ticks, her lips pulling into a thin line across her face. At her side, fists curl, soft motes of yellow energy slowly rising up and off of her hands. "And I know what my favorite color is," she responds darkly, just as his legs shoot out. She doesn't move - in fact, she lets them move toward her. She's clipped briefly.
But she moves thereafter, her hand suddenly ablaze with chi. She lunges inwardly, that burst of chi around her fist coming to a point as she drives it into Kenji's chest. Upon burying itself the energy explodes violently, sending the boy crashing through the table and into the floor through sheer force.
Marisol, on the other hand, hops off and lands on the floor, glaring down at the Gedo boy with a wide, cocky smirk.
"My favorite color is black. And blue." Her head tosses, long wavy red locks tussled about as she sharply pivots on her sneaker and walks toward the hall doors. "Next time, you better do better than that. That was pathetic, Gedo trash. How do you expect to get anywhere? I still don't see how you beat Preston that one time."
Lifting a hand up over her shoulder, she offers a half-hearted wave in parting.
"Adios. I'm sure we'll meet again."
Then, afterwards she lifts her arms high above, a strained grunt delivered before she exhales contentedly and exits the door cheerfully. "Ah, what a good workout~!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Bad-- or great? Either way it goes, his foot shoots toward Marisol's body-- and it impacts. Sort of. Kenji grits his teeth as his foot keeps going and Marisol's back in his face again-- and lets out one loud "Gu-HAAAAH!!" as he feels the wooden table give way under weight and force, his body crashing to the floor. Hopefully, the owners and managers of the Suiryuu have no problem with this going on.
Laying still in the pile of wood and splinters, his closed eyes are shaded by the length and scattered settlement of his bangs, his grin returning. "Next time, we'll go on a real date!" he retorts, loud enough that she -should- hear him, even if it'd be perfectly within the Pacific student's means to ignore his words. Laying still, his left arm lifts to stare at the length-- the bruises, the cuts, and the massive knots of black and blue patterned in the twisted lengths of the chains that hang from the side of the Suiryuu.
"I wish I could heal a little faster."
Log created on 16:01:05 09/05/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 23:19:39 09/06/2007.