Description: On an old rotting bridge in a tiny village of Northern Japan, two women face off under particularly precarious circumstances. But despite the risky gamble each face, the fight carries on regardless, an exercise of talent and endurance as both vie for a victory...as both try not to fall to a potentially painful demise. (Winner: Shihong)
It's been a few weeks or so since Mizuki last entered herself into the Saturday Night Fight queue--she was busy with schoolwork, and even though the last fight ended badly for her, and made her think again, about continuing her fighting career, she ultimately came to the decision that she -did- want to move forward... to grow as not only a fighter, or a user of chi, but as a person. And undoubtedly fighting in matches like these are character-building.
The location of the fight, this small village... it's very much like her hometown. Only the river is much different... that... and the bridge. Mizuki eyes it dubiously, and wonders if she should have earned herself a lighter tread... she's sure the bridge will at least momentarily hold up... still. The redhead turns to the SNF officials and inclines her head first in a greeting, and then towards the bridge. "I guess I'll just wait out here..."
So saying, she walks to one end of the bridge... but does not yet step onto it. Might as well save all its durability for the fight, rather than lose it beforehand.
Tiny villages are quite foreign to Shihong. In fact, never once in her life and travels has she stepped foot anywhere near them. And now, thanks to the Saturday Night Fight venue, she can see one for the first time. Sadly, she is not impressed. In fact, it's downright bothersome.
Wandering into view at the edge of the village, Mao Shihong moves quietly along, save for the peculiar and particularly violent shaking of her right arm. Clutched in her right hand is a small black device, and seems to be the object of her ire. The woman looks pretty fed up, pale features locked in an expression of obvious anger.
As she nears, a few stray villagers give her weird looks. Even SNF officials seem reluctant to approach the Chinese woman, but that seems to be the last thing on her mind at the moment. Halfway up the dry dirt path she pauses, her eyes moving from the device toward her shoe. Her heel is currently stuck in the dry earth.
"Oh for the love of--" Giving her leg a sharp jerk, she dislodges her heel and continues forward, toward the rickety old bridge set aside for the evening's venue. The tiny black device in her hand is snapped open. It's a cellular phone, and black eyes look upon it with much disgust.
"You can't be serious," she complains, thin red lips pulling into a savage scowl. "I pay how much a month, and I can't get service out here? This is utterly ridiculous. While Mizuki may mull over improving as a fighter and practitioner of her art, it would seem Shihong's priorities lie elsewhere. Currently they are invested in whether or not she should get a new service plan or not.
So engrossed in her annoyance is the woman she walks right past the girl and out onto the rickety bridge, cellular phone in hand. Shaking it again, she eyes the face of the device, the glowing LCD screen squinted at. Exhaling in a put-upon sigh, the Chinese woman just puts it to her ear and asks,
"Can you hear me now? ...what? Sorry, you're breaking up. ...what was that? Ugh, I'll have to call you back."
One would likely surmise the woman is utterly oblivious to her scheduled match at this point.
Shihong's voice is hard to miss--people on cellphones with a bad connection have a certain pitch to their voice even if they -aren't- shouting... Mizuki turns, glancing at the well-dressed fighter, and smiles. She doesn't even seem irritated, although she suspects the SNF officials might be.
"Excuse me?" she calls, walking towards the high-heeled fighter, "Are--are you Shihong-san?" Of course she got a picture of her opponent from the SNF officials, but she's introducing herself, so it's easiest to do so with a question.
"I'm Mizuki, your opponent for this match... are you ready for the fight or do you need a little longer?" Honestly, if Shihong needs to call whoever it was back, Mizuki can wait.
"Yeah. What? Sorry...repeat that? What?"
With one ear pressed against her cellular phone, the woman's features remain obviously irritated, thin brows pulled softly together as thin lips pull tightly across her face. To the dismay of just about everyone except Mizuki, Shihong seems intent on trying to carry out her conversation...
...on the rickety old bridge.
At the center the woman's finger rises, pressing against her free ear as she tries desperately to hear the receiver. "Sorry, speak up. Barely receiving you here, and there's some annoying river. ...what? Say that again. Huh?"
Her attentions are distracted when Mizuki speaks up, however, the redheaded girl's words drawing the Chinawoman's dark-eyed gaze. Sizing the girl up briefly, pale features are devoid of expression; even the look of anger has faded. Intrigued? Perhaps.
Shihong's thin red lips pull into a devil's grin.
"Why yes," she explains, snapping the phone shut. "I am. You must be that Kamigawa girl the SNF goons were telling me about." Tilting her head, the woman tucks the phone into her coat, out of harm's way. For now.
Those eyes never leave Mizuki, however.
"And yes, you are my opponent, it would seem. No, I don't need time. In fact, I admit to looking forward to this match. A word of advice and warning, my dear." Lifting her chin, those black depths narrow, her features darkening with a shadow of threat. "I won't go easy on you. I do not show mercy to anyone."
And just as soon as that dark look crossed her face, it fades easily enough, a broad, almost too-friendly grin returning as the woman's hands seek out her hips. "So! Are we ready?" she asks, eyes glancing around, waiting for the go-ahead from the officials.
Mizuki returns Shihong's look impassively--smiling cheerfully, even. She walks past the Chinawoman, heading for her spot on the bridge--then turns, to face her opponent. "That's alright," she says, and her tone is accepting, if not unconcerned. There's usually not a good reason to say such a thing unless you're particularly brutal...
But that, too, is a part of fighting. Mizuki nods. "I wouldn't expect you to hold back," she replies, "and in my own way, I also will not hold back..." Which is true, even if Mizuki is lacking that bloodthirst or that aggressive edge, at least initially.
The officials nod to each other then signal that the fight is on, and Mizuki bows her head to Shihong once more. "Good luck to you," she says, and then she's calling power from the earth, from the air, chi energy coalescing into a twisting double helix that surrounds her body from the feet up, twin bands of blue-silver energy aftereffect creating quite the pretty show.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Mizuki gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong has joined the fight here.
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Shihong
If Mizuki doesn't have a problem with the likes of Shihong, well...Shihong has no problems with the Kamigawa girl. So when she meets her potentially threatening words with goodsportsmanship, the Chinawoman simply grins, lifting a pale hand from her side to absently toss black locks of hair from her slender shoulder.
"Good, good! I'm glad we have come to a mutual agreement of sorts. This shall be interesting." The hand that once lingered by her shoulder drifts, long digits splaying slightly as she lets her palm rest against her cheek. Mizuki takes initiative, concentrating on her power and summoning that peculiar energy of hers. And what of Shihong?
"Well now, isn't this interesting?" She smiles oh so demurely, a single eye open, peering out from between her long fingers. The opposite eye remains closed. Observing, the Chinese woman keeps an eye on the girl as she calls on those curious bands of blue and silver chi.
"Let's see what it is you can show me with that power of yours..."
COMBATSYS: Shihong focuses on her next action.
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Shihong
Mizuki's smile is almost apologetic, as the energy fades from around her, the moment of power-drawing finished. "My apologies," she says, softly, as she only now draws her baton, the two foot-long weapon resting easily in her right hand. She shifts her legs, leading with her left briefly, while she considers Shihong.
"I don't know how this fight will go... but I guess no one ever knows how a fight will go... but I'll give it my all! Shihong-san, here I come!" And then Mizuki is charging across the bridge, her steps as light as possible--still the wooden structure shakes, though it appears to be in no danger of collapse yet--and as she approaches, she pulls her right arm back... and flips the baton into a 'reverse' grip. Then the baton is lashed out in a sweeping arc, aimed for one of Shihong's legs.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Shihong with Medium Strike.
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Why is she apologizing, the woman wonders as dark eyes all but stare at the girl. Regardless of her reasons for doing so, however, the woman shrugs her shoulders and offers a wry grin, which only widens as a baton is procured from her side and brought into plain view. One of those sorts as well? "Interesting."
As for the concerns of Mizuki, Shihong just lets her lips curl into another nigh-devilish grin. "I don't either, but that is half the fun." Her hand drops to her side, the woman in heels holding her ground, even as the girl approaches and whips the baton out for her legs. Try as she may to avoid the attack, however, her leg is struck, pale features flinching lightly before she offers a wry smirk. "Good," she compliments.
If it really IS a compliment.
The unaffected leg suddenly lifts high, the woman's leg going painfully straight as she raises it...then lowers it swiftly, attempting to peg the baton-wielding redhead in the top of her skull with the heel of her foot.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki blocks Shihong's Strong Kick.
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Mizuki 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Whoa! Well, the compliment is appreciated, at least--Mizuki blurts out a quick "Thanks!" But no time to stand around... Mizuki catches the motion of the other leg and she instinctively ducks slightly, then throws her arms up, absorbing the strike on her forearms. It still hurts, and it forces her almost to her knees.
"Oof," she gasps, as she suddenly pushes back upwards, using her left arm to move Shihong's leg out of the way as she brings her right up in a slashing baton uppercut, the weapon aimed to strike almost -through- Shihong's body--if it were a bladed weapon, it would almost certainly be a lethal-intent strike, but Mizuki is betting on Shihong being able to take it, even if she does hit...
COMBATSYS: Shihong interrupts Fierce Strike from Mizuki with Savage Tiger.
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Mizuki 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Shihong
The kid is enthusiastic, that's for sure. Thanking Shihong for the compliment, the woman offers a light smirk of a grin, black eyes narrowing softly as she watches the girl closely. And in the moment when the time is right, the Chinese woman attempts to capitalize by delivering unto the poor girl's head a particularly unpleasant kick. Fortunately she's faster than that, and the attack hits a snag. Her arms.
When Mizuki pushes her leg, however, the woman is quick to follow through with the momentum. Setting her leg down, she watches with certain interest as that baton comes swinging. It clips her...but suddenly stops. Shihong's arm has snapped out and grasped her wrist with a hand. Her smile grows frighteningly broad and predatory.
Twisting her arm, the Chinawoman suddenly lunges into action, planting her feet into the girl's midsection and pushing upwards. Above Mizuki, Shihong's body lingers in the air before her heels erupt with strange vermillion energy...before they suddenly crash down onto one shoulder with enough force to send her slamming into the aging bridge chest-first. Standing atop her back, she offers a sharp twist of her heels into her back, a burst of that burning energy erupting from the Chinawoman's heels and into the redhead's body with brutal force.
Brute force indeed. Mizuki certainly wasn't expecting that; she just yelps as she's drilled straight into the bridge and stepped on. Struggling away, she rolls to her right, gasping with pain, then rises to her feet. "... ow," she gasps, softly. Okay, so she took a risk there she probably shouldn't have--and she paid for it, in spades. Oh, -wow-, did that hurt. Suddenly, Mizuki thinks her chances in this fight are somewhat greater than zero but far less than she would like.
"I--I'm just--just going to need a moment," she gasps, hands on her knees first, then, as she takes that quick breather, rising to her full stance. "Th--that was really painful," she remarks... with a remarkable amount of sangfroid. Yeah, she's going to hurt, that's for sure...
COMBATSYS: Mizuki gains composure.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Shihong
Landing a foot away from the girl after otherwise stomping her into the old bridge, Shihong seems not the least bit fazed by the outcome. Her yelp goes unheard it seems, the woman's thin lips pulled into a line across her face. She even observes the girl as she pulls herself off rotting wood and seems to gasp for breath. Briefly does the Chinese woman seem perplexed. She needs a moment?
"I'm sorry, but I can't afford to waste time," she tells her in a matter-of-fact tone.
And without another word the woman moves into action. Leaping at the girl, her body takes to the air and twists, her right leg lashing out for the girl's head, followed by the second leg, the toes of her expensive heels aimed for a temple. Mercy seems to be a key component Shihong is lacking.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki fails to interrupt Change-Up Kick from Shihong with Fierce Strike.
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Mizuki 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Shihong
Mizuki isn't really trying to drag the fight out--she just needed a moment to catch her breath. But Shihong is taking advantage of that moment in the best possible way--as she leaps, Mizuki gasps, and tries to bring herself to the ready... but too slow. She's kicked in the head--twice--and she cries out in protest. Everyone seems to want to kick her in the head. It's given her a complex. She staggers back, shaking her head despite the additional pain that causes...
She needs to clear her head. She can do this. She can -do this-. She will not be weak, even if she loses. Mizuki clenches her baton a little tighter, then raises her head and looks at Shihong, her blue eyes ablaze with resolve.
Somewhere in the midst of Shihong's assault she takes note of the movement. The slightest nuances of the girl do not seem to escape the woman, and it's this movement that gives the woman some reason to exercise a bit of concern. But her calculations don't seem to pan out and each strike soundly makes its mark. Twisting her body, the woman lands in a deep crouch before she rises, her back facing the girl.
Glancing over a shoulder, the woman's lips remain in a vague grin, lips curled slightly at the corners. She can see how determined the girl is. She can feel it, in fact. It encourages the woman to turn on her heels, eyes narrowing as she watches Mizuki carefully. "I like that look," she states...before she moves swiftly, leaping into the air and delivering a flying side kick straight for Mizuki's chest."
COMBATSYS: Mizuki dodges Shihong's Medium Kick.
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Mizuki 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Shihong
She's not going to be caught this time. Before, she was surprised; this time she ducks and rolls, taking advantage of a relatively secure patch of bridge to duck underneath Shihong's flying kick. It was a bit of a risk--after all, not only could Shihong have adjusted for the potential dodge, but Mizuki could have mis-gauged the strength of the section she just tumbled over and that would have been a quick end to the fight as well. But she was fortunate.
And then she springs up, lunging forward, across the bridge, aiming for where Shihong will land. Her baton, gripped in a traditional 'forward' grip much like a sword would be, glows with blue-green energy as, upon reaching Shihong's landing point, Mizuki begins stabbing at her with it--jabbing, really, swift, repeated strikes in a high-middle-low pattern that is repeated three times, before Mizuki draws back her baton for a final 'strong' strike.
She'd speak, but the fight on the bridge is taking her concentration... maybe in a moment, she'll have come up with something witty.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Shihong with Kouryuu no Renda.
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Mizuki 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Shihong
Flying over the girl, the woman corrects herself easily enough; pulling her legs inward, the woman lands and tumbles forward once before she rises. And just in time for a baton to stab her in the back repeatedly, the weapon itself encased in energy. It gives the woman reason to grunt, teeth gritting as she's sent staggering forwards as result. Caught off guard? Likely.
Still, a grin lingers on the woman's face. Turning on her heels, she faces the girl squarely, ignoring as the bridge continues to groan under their weight and movements. There are no words from the strange, pale-faced woman; instead she continues to smile before she leaps into action, jumping high before she lands in front of Mizuki. Legs thrust outward, attempting to take her ankles out before her legs move, one after the other. Each foot aims to clip the girl in her jaw as the woman herself comes to stand in a handstand before she springs upwards and back.
No need for wit here. The silence is enough for the Chinawoman. It lets her focus even better.
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Mizuki with Coiled Serpent.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Mizuki isn't just clipped--she's smashed. The kick to her ankles destabilizes her--she's sent reeling forward... briefly. Briefly because, just thereafter, Shihong's feet smash into her jaw. The impact sends Mizuki flying--literally--a fair distance away, her head rocked back and, momentarily, unconscious. She only wakes after she lands with a hard thump.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, she remembers what's going on... and so, even with the distance, she rises to her feet. Definitely can't speak now... no time for holding back. So she stays where she is... concentrating... and then energy gathers over her again. Literally, over--an upwelling of blue-green energy that breaks like a storm, looking like glowing water as it literally pours over Mizuki's form, fading before it hits the bridge.
Clearly the woman underestimated the strength she exercises.
Striking Mizuki with more than enough force, each kick solidly lands and sends the poor redhead flying backwards, striking the bridge and briefly comatose as result. Glancing over a shoulder once more, the woman tilts her head, clearly puzzled. "Oops," she remarks, though she expresses no compassion. She seems intrigued, if anything.
But something weird happens. Rather than attack, the girl seems to gather energy, energy which pours over her like a cascading waterfall. Still intrigued, the woman does not hesitate. Instead, she charges for Mizuki and, as she nears, lifts with her right knee and lashes out with the other leg, a brief and quick kick meant to send the girl staggering once again, as the ropes of the bridge strain.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Mizuki with Iki no Nagare.
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Mizuki 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Shihong
COMBATSYS: Mizuki blocks Shihong's Short Kick.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
The wash of energy literally heals Mizuki--it isn't some metaphysical thing that bolsters her will to fight. Injuries, contusions, lacerations, all are healed by the rush of energy... although she can't just snap her fingers and make it all go away. But the time that she spends using that energy is taken advantage of by Shihong, who comes in to kick again. But this time, Mizuki is ready--she brings up her baton-wielding right arm and stops the kick with her forearm.
Keeping the arm up, Mizuki turns to her left, raising her own legs, finally, striking out with a left knee-to-front kick combination--something a little from muay thai and a little bit from karate, it seems, though such strikes are fairly common in many martial arts.
COMBATSYS: Shihong endures Mizuki's Light Kick.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Shihong
So THAT'S what that energy does.
Grinning to herself, the woman makes her move without hesitating. Swiftly leaping at the girl, her attempts to kick her are stopped by that baton once more, earning the girl an even broader grin than before. Strike in retaliation she may, it does not prevent the woman from moving out of harm's way. In fact, the knee-to-kick strike lands solidly, causing the woman to flinch softly.
"Heh heh. So you're that sort of gal, eh?" she remarks.
The Chinawoman twists at the waist rather suddenly, her right leg coiling up at her hip before she thrusts it out and backwards, the heel of her shoe aimed for the girl's midsection in an attempt to strike the poor water-chi wielding redhead with a nasty blow.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Shihong with Koori no Hebi.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Shihong
Ngh. Mizuki thought she saw a chance to turn this fight around... but she's too slow, and even as she's raising her baton she's receiving a hard kick in the stoamch. She doesn't lose her lunch, but she does stagger back, another upwelling of power harshly dispersed before anything can happen. By all rights she should be KO'ed already--it's only the healing she took care to do that's kept her up... and her strength is waning fast.
But even as she staggers, Shihong will see, if she looks, that determined resolve still burning in Mizuki's eyes. She's been on the worse end of things so far, but she is -not- giving up...
Without mercy does the woman in black rush the girl, likely overwhelming her with attack after attack. So relentless is she that she attacks again, a brutal kick aimed for Mizuki's gut that sends the poor girl staggering once more. Above, a support rope groans, straining desperately before threads snap. The far right end of the bridge gives way, drawing the woman's attention, but the old thing remains stable.
Black eyes turn onto the girl, red lips pulled into a thin line across her face. She says nothing; instead, the woman lifts a hand, pulling a few stray locks of pitch black hair from her face as she ponders. There's that look again, burning in Mizuki's eyes. Her smile widens just a little...
And then she moves. Jumping into action once again, the woman's body twists as she flies at Mizuki, her legs swinging out wide as she spins, a two-fold strike for her body meant to send the girl stumbling backwards yet again!
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Mizuki with Change-Up Kick.
Glancing Blow
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The two-fold kick grazes Mizuki--the impact is felt, of course, but Mizuki does -not- go staggering back. She doesn't quite roar, but there's a certain sense of pent-up emotion about her, as she prepares to throw caution to the wind once more...
Ignoring the creaking of the bridge, Mizuki releases that emotion in a sharp, powerful kiai, a wordless yell that echoes over the river as she leaps... not high, but low, practically in place, twisting around to build momentum for an overhead smashing strike of her baton at Shihong's shoulder.
No more healing, apparently, for the young girl--she thinks, knows, that relying on that ability too much will only weaken her skills...
COMBATSYS: Shihong interrupts Deep Strike from Mizuki with Dragon King EX.
- Power hit! -
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Heels brush over the girl, enough force to leave a light marking at best, but not enough to take her out. Landing in a light crouch, the woman spins on her heel, as wood groans under the two female fighters. This bridge is a mess, and doesn't have long for this world. Especially not with them leaping about and brutalizing one another.
She has to respect the girl's efforts. Giving in to her emotions she'd otherwise held inside, the Asian woman's black eyes narrow sharply, as the girl comes charging forward with that baton swinging savagely. And it strikes...but does not hold the woman back. In fact, impact gives her reason to suddenly move into action.
Her right hand swings, a strike delivered at her chest, followed by the other hand. Pivoting on her heel, she delivers a backfist at her jaw, as the elbow of her right arm swings up and harshly slams at her face. All is finished with a delightful leap forwards, the heels of Shihong's shoes aimed to clip the girl in the bottom of her jaw and potentially launch her airborne as the dark-eyed woman tumbles forward and rolls into a crouch.
Launched skyward... Mizuki can feel the black and red claws of unconsciousness coming for her. But first... before the resolve in her eyes dies like a flickering candlelight... she has one last thing she must do. She lands in a deep crouch, and raises her head. Yes, that light is flickering... but while it still lives...
She lunges for Shihong, single-mindedly. Her baton held in that forward grip, the tip of it bounces along the bridge, and it's glowing again. As she reaches Shihong's position she begins lashing out with it, slashing the empowered baton in swift, wide arcs, leaving behind fading crescents of energy... she strikes nearly fifteen times, then changes the angle of attack, bringing the baton around and up in another uppercut...
COMBATSYS: Mizuki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong blocks Mizuki's Kouryuu no Ranbu.
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... but her strikes, defended against, leave Mizuki without energy--or life--and she collapses to the bridge, unconscious. The winner of the fight is clear--and Mizuki isn't it. But for all that... she still learned something valuable about fighting and about enemies who never let up...
Savagery comes in various form, and this form is a well-dressed Asian woman with a peculiar attitude. Thin lips are poised in a grin of morbid delight as she attacks the girl, black eyes dancing with delight as she unleashes numerous blow after blow onto the girl before she leaps and rolls away. Unconsciousness comes for the girl, but that doesn't hinder her.
Rising slowly, Shihong turns just in time. Swinging her chi-laced baton for the woman's body. Lifting her arms, those repeated blows strike the woman's arms, chi sizzling through cloth, shredding her coat's sleeves and striking against her skin, leaving particularly nasty burns in their wake. It hurts and stings, every strike merciless in its execution...and that's how she likes it.
"You're alright, kid," she muses.
When the girl fades from consciousness, however, a single arm shoots out and grabs the girl's collar. Hefting her up, she hoists her up on a shoulder and casually paces toward the SNF officials, to whom she gives Mizuki for medicinal treatment. A few aids insists on treating the woman's singed arms, but she brushes them off, fishing out a phone. Pushing a button, she seems to text something as she walks away.
A victor she may be, but the woman seems not the least bit concerned. It was about the fight, not the victory. And the fight pleased her, evident by the dopey grin that lingers on her lips.
COMBATSYS: Shihong has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:07:26 09/14/2007 by Shihong, and last modified on 16:26:11 09/15/2007.