Description: [Kenji vs. Sada] After Mad Gear's attack on the Suiryuu was repelled, that left Hiretsu with a rather sticky problem. The nearest crane that could remove the truck safely was over two islands and several thousand dollars away. What to do? Order a fight on it, of course. Maybe the fighters will dislodge it. If nothing else, the camera crew and paying company on the deck will have quite a show for their prime-time... [Winner: Sada]
Ah, the Suiryuu. There's a massive truck plowed into the side of it.
And standing on the top of the tractor-trailer that hangs out onto the harbor itself, the Gedo student known as Kenji Ashima. Clad in his usual street clothes rather than his student uniform-- the black t-shirt, the jeans, the wallet with chain hanging down in an arc on his hip, and the most excellent sneakers-- the student council secretary of Gedo High finds himself scratching his head with a bandaged hand while his left arm hangs in a sling, bandaged in it's entirety.
The instructions of his match were quite simple-- and he had a job to do. ... Sort of. Walking back and forth across the length, the young man finally sits himself down indian-style on the expansive surface and rests his right elbow against his knee and rests his chin on the heel of his hand. "How the hell am I supposed to move a -truck- out of a -boat-."
Sada Asai has not been having the best of times on this ship of fighting. She has, at this point, ruined both of her school uniforms, leaving her with her gym clothes. After that... she doesn't want to worry about the after that. She might, at this point, expect a hair shirt.
She climbs up over the truck that has embedded itself into the ship, starting from within. She holds the handle of the kama in her mouth as she goes, the chain wrapped around her chest, until such time as she reaches the top of the trailer itself. She pulls herself to her full height, looking with narrowed eyes forwards, towards her opponent.
"Ashima," she says, rolling her upper body to loosen the grasp of the chain and pull it up and around. "I don't suppose you've got super strength?"
His back turned to the Seijyun student at first, his head perks at the sound of Sada's voice, turning to look with a bit of a grin. "God, I only wish!"
Twisting around using the heel of his hand to support him, Kenji Ashima pushes off and gets up to his feet with a slight grunt and a hop, his feet setting down lightly and tucking his good hand into his pocket, thumb hooked over the edge. Starting to walk toward her, he stops within dangerously close range... and that is to say, dangerous for -him-. He knows well the reach of the girl's chain and kama, and how much it hurt to just get hit with the wooden practice one. Looking over the edge of the trailer, the Gedo student shakes his head a few times-- at the gap between the concrete harbor's edge and the hull of the Suiryuu.
"I don't suppose you could hitch that under the back wheels and we could just pop it in neutral and pull it out?" he says with a laugh, his thumb jerking toward Sada's weapon. "Or we could use the time in port to go have a quiet dinner."
Hey, he's still gotta try, right?
"I don't think they expected us to work together," Sada says, in a monotone. She does not, however, whip out the chain to batter Kenji. Not yet.
Her tone gets solemn, almost... complaining? "I was going to end up having dinner with my charming suitemate," she continues, letting the chain spool out; the weight lands on the top of the trailer with a 'thunk' right next to her left foot. "We ate, and then we had a fight. During this fight we decided at the end that we just had to prove ourselves, right?"
She smiles, without any actual mirth. "So then we got to fight again in the trash compactor 'cause I guess we pissed them off. Come on, Ashima; let's get this over with!" And THEN she hauls up the kusari again, spinning it once!
... and not charging forwards. Maybe she's not quite angry enough?!
Rubbing lightly at the back of his neck, the young man's grin fails to ease away. "They didn't. But I still don't know how we'd pull this off, unless they expect me to punch the truck out of the hole and you pull it back onto the dock. But that's kinna stupid, isn't it? We'd have to be like, superhuman or something. Maybe I could ask Preston to try this." Pause. "... Nah, he'd probably tell me to do something very naughty with something else naughty."
Twisting at the waist, Kenji does his best to look sad-- but he's far too used to the sound of rejection hitting him in the back of the head with a tack hammer. Still, he does his best to put up the cheerful face he's always been known for-- even if the last time he and Sada Asai had met, it was more the face of someone that didn't want to get his face sliced off for an accidental... well, yeah.
Ahem.
Kenji rolls his wrist around a little. "Breakfast, then!" He adds a bit of a wink to that one, taken however the Seijyun student wants to. With a squeak of his sneakers, the most upright of the members of the Guardian Kings starts to run across the top of the trailer to close the distance between the pair, feet pounding out a rhythmic *bang* *bang* *bang* across the surface of their 'arena'...!
"Breakfast, huh," Sada says, flatly, before she purses her lips for a moment and looks at Kenji. She then looks down towards where they are, and turns her head around to crane slightly to the side... glancing off towards the edge of the ship's hull. Hm.
"I can see a way we might be able to do it," she says, pointing towards the side of the ship with the kama, as if to make a point. "If we were to simultaneously push at the right sort of angle, the truck would squeeze out - like a orange seed. But if we didn't -"
She whips the kusari forwards with a sudden jerk of her hand, guiding it with a tense wrist and whipping it back just at the optimum time to try to send Kenji toppling over with great force into the surface of the truck. "We'd have to bang on it. A /lot/."
COMBATSYS: Sada has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kenji has joined the fight here.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kenji
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Kenji with Odani Foundation Art.
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Sada 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*
*CRASH*
Kenji's fast pace is cut short by the chain rattling and the bladed instrument sending him up-- then right back down with a loud crash, the young man's momentum causing him to slide a bit in Sada's direction while he gets laid the hell out on the surface of the tractor trailer for all his efforts.
"I keep forgetting about that part."
Rolling himself off to one side and with a small dent left in the roof of the truck's steel roofing, he gets up into a squat and tenses up his right arm. "Let's give it a try!" he exclaims, though to which idea he's speaking of is entirely up in the air. His arm plants against the ground, his legs whipping around and thrusting out to issue a harsh, hooking kick to the side of Sada's own, trying to knock -her- flat over onto the truck this time.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Heavy Kick from Kenji with Asai Harvester.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Kenji
Sada's head turns as her grip on the kama shifts slightly. She is grinning, although her hair is hanging partway into her face, hiding it - to some extent - from Kenji's all-seeing eyes! When that kick arcs towards her, however, she steps /towards/ it -- intending to absorb its force?!
Yes - in a way. The bladed sickle hooks up in an underhanded pattern, Sada letting out a sharp shout of "HA!" as she catches Kenji's leg! The blade cuts into cloth and leaves a painful cut in skin, but thankfully most of the force is going through the blunted handle, making this more of an agonizing throw than a battlefield amputation!
Maybe she doesn't keep the blade very sharp. After this, she takes a step back, twisting the kusari closer to her leg: "Try to land harder."
The student council member's jaw tightens up as he feels metal go through denim and start picking into his skin, his eyes a little wide. "Ch-!"
The hooking blade is still more than enough to hurt, more than enough to throw his weight toward the edge of the trailer's surface with a heavier bang and the slighest of rolls, his good hand reaching out to grab the edge and keep himself steady. Huffing, he stands back up with a sharp eye, his brows furrowing and a demanding finger wrapped in gauze pointing at the Seijyun princess. "You could put someone's eye out with something like that!!" he yells, the parental tone he puts forth sounding more comical than serious. Picking up his foot, the Gedo junior stares at the rip in his jeans and the line of red dribbling with his precious blood. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow..."
Reassuming what looks like his fighting stance since the tournament began, Kenji draws back his fist and slams it against the top of the trailer, the noise resounding through the interior and sounding out all about them-- and then his trademark yell.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
His also trademark chi explodes from his fist, the burst of light turning dusk into bright morning hours, the white-blue light illuminating his face and the winds rustling his clothes with a harsh shake. Standing up, his arm extends a bit with his fist upturned-- and as his palm opens, the lightshow ends with a burst-- and it's once again the dusky hour.
COMBATSYS: Kenji gathers his will.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Kenji
"It's blood, dumbass!" Sada shouts at the Gedo boy as he inspects his cut self. "If you weren't a big sissy you'd be used to seeing it!! That's part of our life in -"
But before she can admit any embarrassing secrets of the campus of Seijyun High, she has to shade her eyes from Kenji's abrupt morning-bright burst of furious power! As it gathers in his fist of rage and settles back in, her hand lowers, eyes still wide.
She then strides towards Kenji with a sudden burst of her own inner energy -- but instead of manifested chi, it's /rage/. Her voice lifts as she strides towards the young man, to say with fury, "You're yelling at me - for using a weapon - when you've got your damn energy glowing bright enough to give me a sunburn?!" And then she draws within the critical range --
And swings the kama once more at Kenji. But she's not leading with that sickle, nor is she trying to put an eye out - no, the way she's swinging it, it is essentially a hard wooden club, aimed right at the legendary "upside" of the young man's head!
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Sada's Medium Strike.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Kenji
Always learning the hard way when to defend or get away from an attack, Kenji's arm hooks around to catch the weapon across the back of his knuckles, gritting his teeth as his one good arm goes through even more abuse. "I can't help it," he remarks, the vigor returning to his voice, "It's the burning passion of my -soul-!"
And to that respect, his hand quickly flits from the defense and hooks briefly backwards-- then snakes forward quickly, his arm looking more like a flexible band of rubber and his fist aiming to hit Sada--
In the collarbone, just below the neck.
What? It isn't like he was going to punch her in the face, like he would with Marisol.
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Sada with Missile Fist.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Kenji
"What the hell kind of" WHACK
Sada's attempt to back-sass Kenji backfires on her with brutal force as his arm, moving as if made of rubber, arcs forwards and slams into her -- getting past her guard and sending her sailing back towards the rear of the trailer! How did that happen? she thinks, landing and bouncing twice before she finds herself sailing gracefully over the edge.
She pulls herself up, ten seconds later, trembling slightly and looking even more furious. She pulls the kama - which had been used as a climbing tool - and tells Kenji (rather than asking), "That's the burning power. Of your soul."
COMBATSYS: Sada focuses on her next action.
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Sada 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Kenji
"Wh-- Oh geez--" he stammers, jaw slackened. He runs toward the edge of the trailer with wide eyes, worried about the fate of his opponent-- as well as his potential breakfast date! But Sada proves to be as tough as he had hoped, the girl's head coming over the edge in time for her to climb up and over the trailer to get her footing back. Then-- and only then-- does he grin. "That's all the same, isn't it?" he asks, eyebrows lifted and looking mighty calm considering his actions so far. Kenji waits for her to get her bearings, even -if- she looks pretty upset, and his leg whips around for a rather high roundhouse kick. His leg moves fast, but it isn't precisely a 'blur' of movement-- and there's enough force to carry him, hit or miss, back around in a full circle to keep his eyes on the girl ever-still. "Hoh!!"
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Roundhouse Reel from Kenji with Niitaka Yama Nobore.
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Sada 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Kenji
Sada's eyes narrow and she moves with great efficency as Kenji begins to perform his high speed spinning maneuver!
For you see, there is a flaw with any top or drill or other singular spinning object. There is a single point - a base - where the motion is directed. That axis point is vulnerable! If the top isn't well balanced, a strike to that area can send the entire thing spinning!
What does that have to do with this? After ducking down beneath the roundhouse kick, Sada casually whips the weighted end of her chain forwards, looping it around Kenji's leg and yanking it backwards to send him toppling forwards, hopelessly plummeting to the steely floor beneath! Well, 'roof,' really. "You're a lot more fun than Oe," she admits, still crouching.
*BANG*
The trailer shifts a bit with a groan of metals and steels as Kenji faceplants so unceremoniously. Landing right on his bad arm, too! Rolling onto his left first-- then quickly shifting to his right as he grips his bicep and starts muttering harsh words under his tongue in their shared native language (but no actual cursing!), Kenji rolls onto one knee, his foot stomping hard on the surface of the trailer. "I'm glad to keep you entertained."
Rolling hard, he puts himself just barely behind Sada, putting himself dangerously close to the edge of their battle 'platform'. Gritting his teeth, the Gedo student's right arm hauls back, a sudden surge in all of his body's muscles-- a literal concert of strength and precision, a trap ready to spring should Sada turn around to face him. He once again punches, though his fist seems to almost uncontrollably aim roughly for the center of her chest.
The punch of Kenji Ashima is often thought of as a sledgehammer, the pure hardness and weight behind his knuckles abnormally strong for someone his age.
This punch is more like a freight train, and Sada's on the tracks.
COMBATSYS: Sada fails to counter Missile Fist Ashima from Kenji with Asai Harvester.
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Sada 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Kenji
Sada Asai turns to face the young man who is her opponent as he prepares himself for death or glory. She seems confident, smiling as he draws his fist back, raising up her kama - and then he moves just a little too fast. She's moving to intercept him, the kama raised and already coming down when his fist slides past her defenses and hits her /right in the breast/.
The raw force of it shocks her entire body to the point of sending her back, not even bouncing as she flies -- coming to a halt, finally, against the roof of the truck's cab with a horrible crunching sound of fiberglass body framing giving way. "G, ghk," Sada says, faintly audibly...
Before climbing over the edge, back onto the truck itself again. She's shaking, slightly, and her eyes narrow. "You..." She doesn't dash in, though!! Perhaps she's learned fear; that, or she needs to catch her breath. For now.
Whoops.
Sort of.
The punch sends Sada sprawling across the top of the trailer's surface, sailing neatly through the air and arcing slightly to crash into the roof of the truck's cab. The entire mess starts to groan, lean, and sway as it shakes the very Suiryuu itself-- the impact of a single body, just that much weight. His eyes half-narrowed and his jaw gone slack, it doesn't click with him until well after he's sent Sada flying that he's accidentally gone for the punchygrope... and perhaps, deep down, he didn't plan on having her fly backwards -the entire length of the trailer-.
Walking towards Sada slowly, Kenji starts shaking out his hand and offers the Seijyun princess a bit of a laugh and the faintest of smiles. Nervous, fearful-- beware the wrath of a woman and all that. "S-Sorry about that!!" he calls across the length of the battleground to her as he walks. "I'll be more careful next time!" he adds, studying her stance carefully.
COMBATSYS: Kenji focuses on his next action.
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Sada 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Kenji
Sada is at least not having a fit over it. This may be because getting punched in the boob, while painful, tends to preoccupy one with thoughts of 'oh God is that going to leave a scar' rather than 'eeek pervert ;_;'.
She stares ahead at Kenji as he shakes out his hand and laughs. She remains slightly hunched forwards, eyes twitching. She advances, steadily and without much pretense or art, to within about ten feet of Kenji.
"You know," she says as she straightens up, "maybe... you've got a point. I mean, maybe - the way you have your attitude, the way you hold yourself... the way you approach each and every fight, as if it were a way to test yourself in a friendly way against others, and improve yourself. Maybe... maybe you're right."
Her head slumps forwards slightly, and her shoulders do as well. "Maybe..."
And then her upper body whips around suddenly, followed by a twist of the legs that sends the kusari flying forwards, whipping harmlessly past Kenji. "Maybe YOU'RE the one who's not taking it the right way, though!!" she shouts, before whipping herself in the alternating direction, jerking that long chain just as it reaches a moment of tension from the strength of her throw. It whirls around with sudden force at Kenji's midsection...
...even as Sada's turning around, jerking it over her shoulder and dashing abruptly back the way she came. If fate is not kind to Kenji, he is going to get dragged along that rough dirty Metro City truck surface. And it's one thing to walk on it, and another to have to eat it.
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Sada's Avenging Anegawa.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Kenji
The chains that swing around his waist are met with a degree of resistance-- his right arm ends up pinned down to his side, sprawling forward to the 'deck' and landing harshly with another heavy bang against the top of the truck. Jerking his arm free as he's dragged across the surface, his left arm instinctively raises to help keep his face from dragging across the top-- as that'd probably tear up his face, as well as hurt a whole lot.
The Gedo brawler drags himself up to his feet and breathes heavily, shaking the chain loose of himself. "I don't care about testin' myself..." he replies, his eyes finally a little serious. "I don't care about crazy tournaments! Heck, I barely care about getting stronger!" Again, his arm lifts even while his left arm clutches tighter to his chest. "I'm not in it for all of that!"
Even with a gash over his forehead, even with his face a bit scuffed and bruised from barely managing to keep his head torn off from being dragged over the roof, even with the cuts and scrapes on his right forearm-- he bares a toothy grin one more time.
"Tenma and Hakuya are my friends. I could never live it down if they got on this boat and I didn't."
Stepping in quickly, Kenji shuffles himself forward and whips out his right arm, looking to hook it around Sada's waist. And if he can get that arm around her, Kenji hefts with all the might he can muster and steps forward, jumping up a little and trying to plant the chain-slinging girl into the roof as hard as he can. "So there!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Sada with Strong Throw.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Kenji
"You're doing all of this -- because of your friends' mouths?!" Sada says in disbelief. Then, of course, Kenji moves -- fast like lightning! Of course, Sada's also been straining herself, so her own fatigue may be interfering in her ability to adapt quickly!
When she's slammed to the surface of the truck, she lets out a hissing through her teeth, the rattling echoing through the tractor trailer...
...and then something groans. It's not Sada... it's something made out of metal.
The ship?
"Dammit!!" Sada swears; instead of getting up, she opts to make use of her ancient feminine arts, pivoting around on her gym-shortted bottom to get both legs up and aim a sharp donkey-style kick at Kenji's own. "Look what you did!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji just-defends Sada's Heavy Kick!
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Kenji
In moments like these, it's almost impossible to say what's on the mind of Kenji Ashima. It's hard to look into his head, think about what he's thinking. Look! He's getting a donkey kick thrown at him all while the truck starts to groan and shift around. Look! Sada has the perfect angle-- perfect in every single way. Look! Her kick is stopped dead as he thrusts himself forward and stops the kick's momentum dead in it's tracks.
All your dreams are dead.
But the gentleman he is, Kenji bends to the side in a smooth movement, dropping to his knees and reaching out with his good arm to catch Sada rather than let her bash her head into the trailer at a time like this.
"Yep," he beams, "I'm doing it for my friends. And my little sister." Setting the Seijyun student down, he stands up and walks to the edge of the trailer with a shrug. "I've never had a day of martial arts instruction in my life, so doing all this 'BETTER THYSELF' stuff has nothin' to do with me!" Kenji turns back around to face Sada, looking curious. "Why, friends aren't a good enough reason to do something?"
COMBATSYS: Kenji takes no action.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Kenji
COMBATSYS: Sada has saved the state of this fight.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Kenji
Maki boards the ship from outside.
Birdie boards the ship from outside.
COMBATSYS: Kenji has left the fight here.
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M0M0 boards the ship from outside.
Vyle boards the ship from outside.
Roberto boards the ship from outside.
Kurow boards the ship from outside.
Ryuujin boards the ship from outside.
Roberto arrives from the Suiryuu.
COMBATSYS: Sada has ended the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Lazenca restarts a saved fight.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Kenji
Sada feels the power of Kenji Ashima's brutal kick as it completely negates her own - she can practically see the sparkle of heavenly angels. And yet she must continue! She slides back and kip-ups back to her feet, landing in a crouch as her lips draw back from her teeth.
"Y, you," she says, breathing in and out as she stares up at Kenji. She can hear his words perfectly; she just can't believe them. "So you're some kind of - of a fighting genius, huh? You're doing all of this on your own without even a single piece of training?! Do you expect me to buy that, just because you're talking about your friends?!"
The truck starts listing very slightly, but likely inevitably, downwards. Sada stomps forwards, wrapping her fingers tight around the wooden core of the kama's handle. "I'm - I'm tired of all you grinning assholes!" Her eyes widen, and with a scream that doesn't turn into letters clearly, she slams that fist forwards -- the blade doesn't lead. It's just her fist and a hard wood core flying right towards Kenji's stomach!
(Look on the bright side, Kenji: Her increasing incoherence may mean that victory is near.)
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Sada's Strong Punch.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Kenji
The pains that Kenji's suffered so far weigh in hard on the young brawler, his eyebrows run together and scratching his cheek while his gaze flits up towards the sky. "I wouldn't say that I'm a genius, no. I mean, i do practice every now and then, and me and my sister will go run around and start pounding the crap out of each other. She's not as strong as I am, but man does she have a mean right hook!"
Sada's punch is thrown with a distinct amount of power-- more than he'd like to admit, what with the only limb he's been able to block with for the entirety of this fight. Catching Sada's fist in his palm, his knuckles provide a reasonable amount of padding to his gut to keep it from hurting a whole lot more than he'd like. Twisting her hand to the side, his foot hooks back hard and his body reaches the universally-signalled 'ready' position. His left foot lifts and stomps hard to anchor himself. And then the fist of Kenji Ashima once again rips forwards to drive a fierce punch to the sternum, one intending on pushing past the girl's defenses and sending her reeling.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Missile Fist from Kenji with Niitaka Yama Nobore.
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Sada 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Kenji
Sada has one of those fleeting moments that every fighter dreams of. The essence, in some schools, of 'chi'. Her eyes widen slightly as Kenji catches her hand, the force growing against him for a moment and then going still. She pulls back from him, gasping in for breath as she twists the other end of the kusarigama around.
Kenji may feel a faint tingle as chain wraps loosely around his leg, and then with an abrupt step to the side, Sada tightens the chain and yanks Kenji's feet out from beneath him! The impact is forceful, if towards the side rather than risking Kenji's boyish good looks. Sada starts to laugh, a rich and deep chuckle suitable for a haughty young woman --
Then the truck creaks, loudly, and /stops/ creaking abruptly. The ground starts tilting forwards. "What -" Sada manages to say, looking back towards the ship--!!
"Kuh-!!" Kenji's legs ensnared with the lengthy chain, he falls to the surface of the trailer with a harsh crash-- and boy does his arm not like that. Wincing as he tries to get his bearings, the young man with the arm in the sling rolls hard onto his back and grits his teeth. The tilt of the boat and the groan of wood and steel is more than enough of a signal for something going wrong at a point like this, and the Gedo student damn well intends on doing something about it.
Once he stops sliding.
Digging his heels into the surface of the trailer as he starts to slide while Sada's still standing, his voice booms out from behind him-- and it's damn well familiar.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
The light explodes and consumes the length of his arm-- the blazingly bright light that again illuminates the side of the Suiryuu in this evening hour, carrying on as it seem slike Kenji is running at Sada with a murderous eye--
And he passes.
Going toward the end of the trailer, he skids to a halt with his arm drawn back, a beam of light trailing to and from his fist-- targeting the end of the pitching trailer and touching the ground below. His voice, a brutal roar:
"RAIL GUN!!"
His fist streaks down to the metal with an insane and loud collision of metal and bone, the welling force of chi more than enough to ripple clothing and hair and blast away any dust that may still be clinging to the surface of the truck's top. The technique has quite a lot of backblow, too-- the wind so harshly blown around in the wake of his punch it looks like someone fired a cannon of some sort.
The trailer beneath his fist bends in harshly, likely popping brackets and ceiling braces on the interior of the truck, but he really doesn't care about that-- if the truck isn't going to get taken -out- of the ship, he can do his best to keep it -level-.
The wheels at the back of the trailer barely kissing the asphalt suddenly have more weight distributed to them, and the semi plowed into the side of the Suiryuu evens up one more time. That just leaves the Gedo boy standing hunched over at the edge of the truck, pitching backwards and landing with a heavy *thump*.
"Ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~."
COMBATSYS: Kenji takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Kenji can no longer fight.
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Sada is letting the chain out of her hand - the kama hanging to the side, as if she's going to try to use it as a grappling hook. For herself, perhaps. She can't move the truck, she knows this, but then -
Her eyes widen at the shining light, casting a long distorted shadow along the side of the Suiryuu as Kenji's power rises and he charges forwards, right /at/ her, past her...
The wind keeps her from seeing the impact. Dust and grit is kicked up, flying into her eyes and face as she grimaces and raises that sickle, as if hoping to deflect the small storm of filth. Then the truck shakes, rumbles, pushes forwards! Sada staggers, sinking to one knee and stabbing the kama's blade into the surface of the trailer with a snapping squeal of metal. Anchored, she waits...
And it evens out again. She doesn't move for about three seconds, just in case, and THEN she stands up. "Did you break anything, Ashima?" she asks, over her shoulder.
The truck whines and groans, but ultimately stays level now. The fighting may've done a lot to unbalance it, but the structural damage so far has probably done enough to counteract that, or maybe the truck's position is something of a powderkeg still waiting to go off. Whatever the case-- he's there, the truck's there, and Sada's still there.
Kenji's arm lifts, hand still balled up into a fist. A few slick lines of blood run around his fist and over the back of his hand, as well as trickle down his forearm to the elbow. His hand opens slowly, and it sounds like every single bone from wrist to the very tips of his fingers snap, crack, and pop all at once. It takes a few tries, but his fingers ultimately wiggle before flexing in and out of a fist, letting his arm drop back down to the trailer's top.
"Aaah, well... I don't think so. It'd be pretty hard to do anything else on this stupid boat if I did..."
Sada breathes out, finally, and starts rolling up the chain - she is very careful, almost unduly so, to make sure that it wraps around her arm without hitting the truck itself. "You think it's safe for me to get off it?" she asks.
A moment later, she smiles. It's faint and lopsided but clearly a smile. "You could try to learn capoeria. Or tae kwon do. Then you don't need your hands at all."
"Eh, go ahead."
His head rolls back a bit to eye Sada, though upside-down and rather sore. "I think my arm'd blow up if I tried that again, but I don't think it'll be a problem. Just be careful."
Slowly, Kenji sits up and utters a sigh, reaching up with reddened fingers to undo the knot of the sling holding his bandaged arm in place. Clutching the length of cloth in his teeth and pulling it straight, he winds his hand and part of his arm into the length with a clever twist and roll of his arm, hooking it back up and using his sore, bandaged fingers to tuck the slack into the folds of cloth-- like a makeshift bandage itself. Learning first aid at a young age still pays off today!
Looking over his shoulder, Kenji sports a wide grin and props his elbow on a drawn-up knee. "That just ain't my style. ... Right?"
"Alright," Sada says, stepping - carefully - forwards. She looks at Kenji with vague interest as he does a complex one-handed bandaging trick, blinking several times as she waits for the truck to fall out...
... she ends up near Kenji, at which point she smiles again, faintly. "Yeah," she says. "I guess it isn't." She raises the kama to her eyebrow, says, "So long," and then crawls forwards, down back into the ship proper!
She doesn't even kick the truck on her way out.
Log created on 20:07:46 09/19/2007 by Sada, and last modified on 10:26:32 09/27/2007.