Description: [Eva vs. Marisol] In the cabins, two fighters square off. Are things aboard the Suiryuu as they seem? Or is Eva's seemingly-insane babble the truth? And why are these girls punching each other?! [Winner: Eva]
Cool breeze, the shushing of salt water against cruising boat, the clear air. It's nighttime, and the moon hangs almost full out over the ocean as the participants gather for this particular venture.
Eva may be working towards freeing the ship of its violent cargo into the ocean, but this little activity does not free her from the act of participating in any matches she's called to be in. As charming as the option of 'walking away from it all' may be, this tournament has seriously pissed her off. She can't let it go- they did something that requires her to stay, if only to prove them wrong in their actions.
So, here Eva is, facing off against another student from Pacific High: Marisol. The ship gave her plenty of information to go on, so, despite her hesitation in getting to know fellow fighters in her school, she does know more about Marisol than most now. At least, in turns of fighting ability. She can only hope the tables are even here. "... Did they give you any records on me?" the girl asks as she sees her opponent. The usuall uniform she wears is missing today, but the records would have made it clear that Eva is, much like Marisol, a student of Pacific High.
Not that it means anything here.
COMBATSYS: Eva has started a fight here.
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Eva 0/-------/-------|
While Eva's intentions and goals may be, to some, admirable and the "right thing," Marisol does quite the opposite. This is, of course, doing absolutely nothing. As far as anyone is aware, the redhead isn't even concerned with the situation aboard the Suiryuu. Is she aware of the nefarious plot beneath the facade of the tournament?? Who knows. She's just here to enjoy herself. Even if she was more or less eliminated. It was a good run!
In any case, it's not as if there's nothing for her to do. In fact, the tournament coordinators are so nice they've even given her fights to entertain her while she awaits the tournament to finish. Given the pre-match information, it was a refreshing surprise to find that she would be paired up against a girl from her own school. She thinks the name sounds familiar, but she couldn't quite pin a face with it. And now she knows more about the girl than Eva would probably want her TO know about her talent as a fighter.
The same can be said of Marisol. It makes her a little uneasy. But really, she doesn't care.
She just wants to fight.
Exiting a cabin and stepping out into the hall, the half-Spaniard girl is interrupted from her thoughts as Eva speaks to her. Blinking once, slowly, the redhead offers a slow smile before she hoods her gaze at her. "Did they give me information on you," she echoes, sounding ominous as she stands there. Lifting her hands from her sides, she gently wiggles her fingers toward Eva, a curious shadow crossing those tanned features. Those gray depths are alight and throughly amused, never once leaving the other girl as she holds her ground. She read some pretty interesting stuff about Eva, but reading is not seeing or experiencing.
"That is classified information. Oh ho ho! Maybe you should try and beat it out of me~?"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Eva 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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Eva 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
That's Eva: straight-laced and goody-two-shoes. There is a definite contrast between the two young women present in terms of ideaology; perhaps that's the reason for the pairing in the first place. Or, perhaps, it was just chance. Whatever it is, Eva and Marisol may learn more information about each other than what was present in the papers given to both of them.
Taking off her windbreaker to reveal the light blue tank top underneath, Eva replies, "... I'm not interested in fighting to beat information out of you. However, does it not trouble you that they know so much?" She's assuming here; either Marisol's a good actor or she's being coy with information. What little Eva's gleaned about her from those files seems to suggest the latter.
After Marisol chooses whether or not to give her answer, Eva closes in with the first attack, taking ahold of that windbreaker with both hands and casting it forward, like a fisherman's net, in order to catch Marisol's head and draw her in for the second part of the attack.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Sfumato Punch from Eva with Red Clover.
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Eva 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Marisol
As Eva's coat snags Marisol, Eva pulls back, releasing one hand so that Marisol is forced by momentum to blindly hit against that freed hand, transformed into a fist, which plants itself in her stomach.
Peering toward Eva as she peels herself out of her coat, Marisol seems more interested in seeing just what makes this girl tick as a fighter. She seems pretty unassuming, as far as she can tell. But when she brings up the ninja, those full lips pull into a wry, particularly easy smirk on her tanned features. "Worried? About what? It's nothing anyone couldn't glean after watching numerous fights." As for not punching the information out of her?
Marisol softly scoffs. "That's no fun," she mumbles.
But then, rather unexpectedly, that jacket lashes out and snares her, despite her best attempts to punch it out of her face. "What the fuck!?" she bellows, arms briefly flailing as Eva pulls her forward. It ends with a particularly abrupt punch to her stomach, drawing a light grunt from the redhead, but doing little to actually alarm her.
Upon being freed from the coat, however, the girl lifts her hands and rubs her hair back into place. "God," she exhales, sounding put-off by such a strange attack. "What the hell was that all about? And why are you so worried about a bunch of bored ninja?"
Almost in contrast, Eva's expression remains that concerned frown, barely hiding anything behind a strategical expression. "If someone was intentionally stalking you, yes. Not a casual viewer. Something's set up this entire tournament for some other purpose than to watch us all throw punches and kicks at each other." The frown deepens at Marisol's light-hearted attitude. "Don't you worry about the other people on this ship? Strange things have been happening all around."
Now it's Eva's turn to scoff. Blinking at her opponent's reaction to her attack, Eva coughs. "... ..... I guess the files on me weren't as extensive as I thought they'd be. Unless you're just pulling my leg. If that's so, that's going to make this fight even more uneven. But, unless you say otherwise, I won't hold back." Frowning for a moment, she says, ".... It may be better to talk after this. I'm not sure if you're all that willing to listen to me if it's going to get in the way of a good fight."
"...!!" The Italian-American suddenly shoots forward for her second attack, bending her torso backwards and arcing her right foot around towards Marisol's ankle.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Eva's Medium Kick.
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Eva 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Marisol
The frown is met with a wide grin, the redhead clearly and thoroughly delighted at the words of Eva. "Stalking, huh? Is that really the intentions of these ninja? To watch a bunch of children and weirdos throw kicks and punches at one another? What good would that accomplish? If they really wanted to learn things, wouldn't they stalk after the big names? Like, say," Pausing, a finger presses to her lips. Who...who...AH! Of course!
"Like Shenwoo!" A dreamy sigh follows.
As for the latter, however, the girl offers another grin, her eyes still humored even after the fact she'd failed to stop Eva short. "Worried about other people? Why? They're fighters, aren't they?"But when the Italian-American chooses to usher the fight onwards, Marisol's lips cut into a scimitar smile.
"Oh, I like that," she responds easily, brows slightly furrowed in amusement. As the kick comes at her ankle, Marisol doesn't move; instead she lets it land, a light grunt slipping past her lips as she holds firm. Not moving affords her an opportunity, you see.
Jerking a hand out rather suddenly, she attempts to snare the girl by the throat and slam her palm's heel forward, and should contact happen, a burst of brilliantly yellow chi will erupt to launch the other girl back and into the nearest wall.
"Don't you DARE hold back!!"
COMBATSYS: Eva blocks Marisol's Moon Sling.
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Eva 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Marisol has disconnected IN A HUFF.
".... A man who backstabs a team member, even if the team is temporary, is no one to look up to." Dark eyebrows lower and wrinkle at Marisol's words. That's *also* Eva: Miss Wet Towel. "But yes, that's why. Several battles have shown this ship to have some strange traits. Glowing symbols, marks appearing on people's bodies, strange energies... Surely you've noticed?"
"Does being a fighter sign away your rights to decency? We can defend ourselves with fists, chi, and feet, but we can't all defend ourselves against things with ulterior motives. Something's being withheld from all of us; something that may harm us due to our lack of knowledge!" The vague words are intentional; Eva doesn't know if Marisol would be the sort to trust, even with something as simple as a question to rally alongside her.
This may be a bumpy ride, either way.
5t Marisol's hand grasps hair, but the chi blast is close enough to do some damage. Eva is sent off-kilter to one side, adept enough to miss the brunt of the attack but not to much to miss all of it. "Did they miss that factor on my files as well? I never hold back when the opponent faces me." Again, Eva sweeps in, whirling around to face Marisol from the side and attempt to land her yet another uppercut to the side of her gut.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Eva's Medium Punch.
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Eva 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Marisol
"Strange traits? Come on--they're ninja. Everything about them is STRANGE," the redhead easily replies, shoulders absently shrugging as she holds her ground. A smirk remains, haunting her full lips as her hands rest comfortably on her hips. "Strange and annoying. Frankly I'll be glad when this tournament is over with. I miss solid ground." But clearly she's straying from the point.
As for the decency jab, however, a single gray eye slowly slides onto the girl, a flat expression crossing the girl's sun-kissed face. "Why should I be afraid?" she remarks, peering over her shoulder toward Eva. "Tell me, if I constantly worry about my well-being, how can I focus on the thing that's important as a fighter. How can I IMPROVE if all I do is worry about what a ninja has planned for me, if anything?" Turning on her heel, she face Eva squarely, full lips pulled into a confident smirk.
"I'm not going to sit here and wring my hands, worried about what may or may not happen. I will handle it when and if it comes. As a fighter, I will do my best to fight and defend myself and stand up to adversity. If I let fears consume me, I'm just weak. And I refuse to be weak." For once those tanned features are filled with certainty, her humor gone.
When the kick comes for Marisol's face, a forearm snaps up and intercepts it, taking the brunt of the blow. "Good." The redhead smirks. "That's all I ask for!"
And with that the other hand moves, a savage right hook aimed to knock Eva in the face and send her stumbling aside.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Eva with Hook Punch.
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Eva 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
"That's no excuse for maliciousness!" Eva's nostrils flare as she whips a hand back, brushing a few curled bangs from in front of her ice blue eyes. "In fact, that makes it worse, if they place horrible acts behind a veil. This is no mere tournament!" It's become less of a wish for Marisol's help now and more a driving need to make Marisol see things her way.
"Oof!" The sharp right hook hits Eva square on despite her attempt at a dodge. Spitting blood to the side, Eva wipes her mouth. ".... At least you're not holding back." Concerning the topic at hand, she adds, "But concern and fear are two different things." The girl shakes her head. "You don't see me shaking, do you?" Okay, maybe she was, earlier. The night she escaped from the garbage compactor.
... Almost as if to make her declaration clear, Eva climbs up against the railing in a smooth move, leaping against it into the air nary a nanosecond later in a single spin, legs stretched outward to give the attack a wider range before she hits against the wall and comes down.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Eva's Luna Mezza.
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Eva 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Marisol
"Maliciousness?" For once, Marisol seems genuinely confused, gray depths peering at the girl with obvious uncertainty. What is she going on about? Horrible acts? "You're ranting," the girl decides, the half-Spaniard's finger thrust forward as she singles Eva out. "I see nothing which founds the basis of your argument here. What maliciousness? This is a fighting tournament. Do you expect people to out-crochet each other or something?"
Nefarious plots or no, it's clear Marisol believes Eva to be a bit off her rocker here. Smirking faintly as knuckles make contact, the redhead takes a half-step back. "Yeah, I don't like to. It's an insult to myself or whoever I'm fighting," she explains. As for fear, those brows knit slightly. But Marisol says not a word; instead she lets Eva move, gray eyes watching closely as she lashes out with her legs. The kick lands solidly, drawing the faintest grunt from Marisol.
Full lips suddenly pull into a savage smile as gray eyes go wide.
Knuckles tense, her hand tight as it coils at her side. Jerking to life, Marisol steps in, attempting to close the distance between the two girls and, in one savage swing, place a particularly nasty punch straight into Eva's gut!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Eva with Fierce Punch.
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Eva 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Marisol
"... It's not the battles. Those are fine. Chloroforming people without warning and throwing them into a garbage compactor to let them fight it out while the compactor is being used is *not* fine. *That's* the sort of thing I'm talking about here. And they do this when they don't *like* the actions you take." Eva frowns. "I'm a fighter too; leaving and never coming back at the next dock is not an option for me."
Thank you, Kurow. Instead of making her annoying to students from other students, Eva's going on to annoy people from her *own* school with that insane need to prove her point to everyone. Then again, perhaps that just may still work in your favor...
The punch hits Eva's stomach, forcing bile and spit to fly from her mouth as she stumbles away. "....." Wiping her mouth, Eva calmly regards Marisol as that coat comes into play again, the Italian-American rushing in at the Pacific High student, feigning to the front and then to the side, coat flying outwards in a bid to catch Marisol mid-dash.
COMBATSYS: Eva successfully hits Marisol with Camera Obscura.
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Eva 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
As the coat snags Marisol's head, Eva yanks it downward and brings her knee up, crushing the knee against Marisol's head a total of three times before letting go and backing away.
"Is that all?" the girl wonders aloud, though her question is subdued, not particularly meant for Eva to hear. Pensive, Marisol's gray eyes peer up at the ceiling, a long finger idly tapping her lips before she offers an amused grin. "Then maybe you should stop annoying the ninja, huh? Really, what are you worried about? You're alive and in one piece, aren't you? And why would you NOT leave?"
Poor Eva just can't get a break. At least not until now, anyway.
That coat comes again, and try as Marisol may to swipe a hand out and brush it aside, she is met instead with resistance. Snared, she's met with the girl's knee not once but three times before she staggers back, a hand clutching her now-bleeding nose.
"G-god DAMN it," she stammers, looking obviously frustrated. It passes easily, and with it a toothy grin.
"Anyway, look. I think you're being a bit too paranoid here," she responds, hands on her hips as she holds her ground. Those gray depths never once leave Eva. Or her coat. "Really? What is there to worry about? It's just a bunch of bored ninjas with too much time and money on their hands."
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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Eva 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
Blue eyes just widen at Marisol. "....?" Why the hell doesn't she get it?! "... Is that all? Why would I not leave? Is that how you deal with all your problems, just like that? Just walk away? I'm not worried about my life- I can take care of myself. It's the lives of those around me, especially those I care about, that are at the crux of the problem."
First a match that seemed unwinnable, then a battle in a compactor, then a meeting with a thug that hit hard and a high-ranking SNL champion that she barely survived... Eva really isn't having a good month. Maybe she should ignore that next invitation, if she ever gets another one.
"... Maybe so." Eva's eyes study Marisol, waiting for that next move that doesn't come.... just yet. "But I'd rather be safe than sorry, considering their record." Rushing in, the girl comes in low, throwing a foot out to hook around Marisol's ankle, attempting a very simple, but efficient, tripping move.
COMBATSYS: Eva successfully hits Marisol with Quick Throw.
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Eva 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Marisol
The look is met with little more than a grin, gray eyes narrowed in obvious amusement. Why the hell doesn't Marisol get it, wonders Eva. Has she bothered truly pressing the question? Or maybe she isn't "in" on the goings-on of the Suiryuu like others on board. More importantly...does she really even care? Oh, probably not.
"Ha ha, you're funny!" the girl suddenly remarks, offering a laugh as she watches Eva closely. "Me? Run away? That's the easy way out. I like a challenge. So let 'em throw at me what they will - I don't care." But at the mention of the lives of those around her, the redhead's brows furrow slightly. "What ARE you on about? I don't see the ninja on board trying to murder people. If anything, it's those goddamned psychopaths who keep sneaking ON board."
Eva is quick. She gets the upper hand, sneaking around Marisol and ultimately tripping the girl into the floor of the hallway. Landing with an "oof," the half-Spaniard rolls to one side before she hops up, giving her rear a dusting. Then - slowly - those eyes lift to meet Eva. Marisol's lips blossom into an amiable grin.
And then, suddenly, she tears forward, a fist glowing as she aims for Eva's face...
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Eva with Cloud Nine.
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Eva 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Marisol
The blow lands, a solid crack erupting between the two girls. But it doesn't end there; oh no.
The chi enveloping Marisol's tightly-coiled fists all but erupts upon first impact, and following the first are a pair of savage hooks, her assault unyielding. Knees slightly crook thereafter, however, and at her side a fist coils. A beat, and Marisol erupts with a savage, chi-laced uppercut, meant to stun poor Eva. But it doesn't end there either. Oh no.
A hand lashes out, grabbing the girl by her collar and pulling her in. But there is nothing intimate here; instead, Marisol slams forward, her forehead crashing fiercely into Eva's own, meant to stun and stagger the girl, all so she can - again - deliver one final, devastating uppercut, to launch the girl upwards with raw force!
Frowning at the young woman's laughter, Eva replies, "..... You're right about one thing." Eva knows firsthand about said 'psychopaths'. She had one pummel her face in and make her curl up like a dry leaf. Granted, that's just how things lined up, but still, the duo's power was impressive in a way.
The attack Eva landed on Marisol's heels proves to be her own achille's heel, pun unintended. Eva finds herself unable to effectively block the incoming brick wall of an attack. Well, the sucessive brick wall of an attack, anyway. The effect leaves her breathless, but from pain rather than admiration. "..... Ugh....." Holding her gut as she gets back up, Eva wipes her nose and mouth. ".... At least you fight well. This is turning out to be an enjoyable match." So says the person who seems to be on the losing side.
Her gut's not going to allow her the pleasure of a return attack worthy of that blast of fist and knee, but Eva *will* try to work towards it, zooming in for a fast roundhouse kick at her opponent's midsection.
COMBATSYS: Eva successfully hits Marisol with Medium Kick.
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Eva 1/-======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Marisol
Whether or not Marisol is right does not seem to matter the moment she tears forward, delivering blow after blow onto poor Eva. Only after the final uppercut does she offer some form of expression: smirking lightly, the young woman shakes out her hand, giving her shock-white knuckles a looking-over. Her hand stings a little. Did she overdo it? Maybe.
Glancing up as Eva speaks further, however, she offers a curious look before she smirks. "Thanks. Same here. Even if we don't necessarily agree on matters. Really. My friends and I are here just to have some fun. You should too!" Sadly, Marisol has a feeling she knows what Eva's answer will be.
She comes again, a fist swinging at her gut. Twisting her body, Marisol ATTEMPTS to intercept the blow, but to no avail; struck, she staggers lightly, a hand clutching her side in discomfort. "Grgh," she manages, biting her bottom lip something fierce as she holds her ground. What the hell, she wonders. Why is she having such a hard time?
Marisol doesn't move. Instead she takes a moment, to simply catch her breath. Lord knows she'll NEED the moment.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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Eva 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Marisol
"..... Alright." While Marisol may not see her point, Eva can't fault her. After all, Marisol is giving this fight her all, and being a fighter with a proper sense of rules is really all Eva wants. Just fight. Don't complicate it with backstabbings and money and all the rest of that that just muddies the waters. ".... Just remember. If you need a hand, go to my cabin."
Though, it's hard telling now who really needs that hand. Eva and Marisol both look worse for wear, and the match could end at any moment should either make a false move. "... Alright. Let's do this." As if Marisol really needed a command...
It may have been more for Eva's sake, however, as blue chi runs down her arm into the coat she picks up; in a flash she's running at Marisol in a directly assault, whipping her coat around like a banner counterclockwise, the chi soaked garment attempting to brush against her opponent to give an impact that's not at all like a flick of a windbreaker against one's face.
Chiaroscuro.
COMBATSYS: Eva successfully hits Marisol with Chiaroscuro.
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Eva 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Marisol
And with that, the girl fights seriously.
Nodding her head, Marisol meets the offer with a half-hearted grin, those gray eyes far more interested in the fight before her. Let's do this, Eva says. "Come on, then!" the girl offers, sounding frighteningly enthusiastic about it. Her lips pull into a broad smile, eyes wide as she watches Eva's arm flare to life with chi, that coat suddenly "soaked" with that energy. "Huh."
Then it comes. Struck by the attack, Marisol's defenses falter and she's sent stumbling back and away, gray eyes wide with disbelief. How..?? Her defenses, they were flawless. Frustrated, those eyes suddenly narrow, Marisol's teeth clenched tightly. No way..!
Rather suddenly the girl belts out a vicious yell, charging forward at Eva. She'll wildly swing and, if successful, will follow the initial blow with three savage, chi-kissed hooks, the last blow meant to send the girl staggering with the sheer force of the strength behind each attack.
Marisol is beyond words now.
COMBATSYS: Eva blocks Marisol's Red Clover.
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Eva 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Marisol
The blows come against Eva's raised upper fists, the face beyond them grunting in concentration as she works to absorb those bits of pain into herself, trying to tell her body to take those blows in and cope with them just for a little longer.
They'll have to finish it this round, for Eva's not sure long her streak of good decisions will last. Directing that bit of chi energy now into her foot, Eva whirls around, the light around the tips of her toes casting a trail of light as she sweeps down, throwing the side of it against Marisol's feet.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Eva's Pale Brush.
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Eva 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Each blow is staved off, quick thinking likely sparing poor Eva from a likely painful confrontation with a clearly-irritated Marisol. But once the attack is executed, however unsuccessful it may be...she seems content. In fact, the redhead exhales through her nose, nostrils flaring before she offers a small grin. "There," she remarks.
"I feel a little better."
But Eva is clearly intent on finishing this fight. Blinking once as she moves into action, Marisol swings her arms up, intercepting that graceful kick with the side of her arm. But as soon as Eva regains her footing Marisol steps in and, in one smooth motion, attempts to plant a fist straight into Eva's gut.
"Nice power," she compliments. "It's pretty!" The chi, obviously!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Eva with Medium Punch.
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Eva 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Marisol
The blow hits her stomach, making Eva offer up a barrage of hacking coughs as she backs away unsteadily.
Still coughing, Eva offers up a bashful smile. "... T-Thanks.... Your chi's nice t-too...." Perhaps, due to Marisol's relative unpredicatablity compared to Eva's steadfastness, it seems the two may have come to certain.... agreements, even as they deal blows.
This world must have an overall reduced rate of crime, because this sort of thing probably stops wars and infamous feuds from brewing. "Okay... Let's see....." She doesn't finish the sentence, instead focusing her power into this movement, which may as well be her very last. Or... maybe not.
"Huagh!" Steeling herself, Eva rips forward with another punch, choosing to conserve her strength for now and keep going at Marisol.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Medium Punch from Eva with Iron Butterfly.
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Eva 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
The grin on Marisol's lips lingers as she stands there, fists coiled into loose balls at her sides. As crazy as Eva's beliefs regarding the tournament MAY be, she can't really hold it against her. The girl seems nice enough and, likely, her heart's in the right place. It's just her head's not in the right place. Or something. "Pfah," the redhead responds, smirking lightly. "It's nothing special."
It almost looked as if Marisol had the fight in the bag! But clearly Eva is more tenacious than she gives her credit for. Blinking as the girl swings her fist, those knuckles graze over Marisol's face, but suddenly - and perhaps alarmingly - a smile blooms behind her fist. The air around Eva erupts with energy, as Marisol swings a fist upwards.
Encased in a sphere of hazy yellow, that energy swells, the air inside stifling and suffocating before it suddenly implodes, spikes of yellowy chi piercing Eva, but leaving no marks. A split-second later the gauzy sphere erupts in yellow, a burst of energy that results in a curious display of butterfly-shaped motes of light hovering and fluttering furiously upwards before they vanish.
It leaves Marisol bent forward at the waist, hands on her knees.
"G-geez...I thought you were done for!"
Nothing special? That move, while Eva was at the recieving end, was nothing short of amazing. "...?" Eva's body is knocked back against a wall, where she leans against as Marisol lands.
Marisol thought she was done for? Well, Eva's hardly out of the woods yet. In fact, she's in the middle of them, and it looks like a redwood is about to fall right on top of her. "... That remains yet to be seen." Closing her eyes, Eva readies herself mentally for another attack, throwing her body at Marisol in a move than is as smooth as her body can allow for at this point. Which is to say, 'it looks nice, but don't look too hard; she's about to fall over'. That foot then wheels around in a procedure that's become commonplace, even in this fight, but, at this point, it seems to be exactly what Eva is aiming for.
COMBATSYS: Eva has reached second wind!
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Eva 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Eva's Medium Kick!
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Eva 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Marisol
Eva just won't stay down. And it's beginning to frustrate Marisol.
A lot.
Frowning a touch as Eva throws herself at the girl, Marisol does not move. Instead, she lets Eva's foot slam sharply against her body, drawing from the redhead a light grunt. Lifting a hand from her side, she lightly rubs at her side, eyes narrowing as she all but pants for breath. Eva just won't DIE.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
It's now or never. Marisol can't push herself much longer, and with one final push forward, the redhead suddenly charges forward in a fashion likely already familiar with the girl. Like before, the redhead viciously charges forward, three chi-laced hooks aimed for Eva's face, ending the third hook with a furious pulse of yellow chi intent on blasting her back. Clearly, Marisol is determined to put the hurt on the girl and put her DOWN.
Either way, Marisol staggers back afterwards, too obviously spent to pursue the other girl any further. In fact, her back meets the wall of the corridor, shoulders sagged as she pants desperately for breath.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Eva dodges Marisol's Red Clover.
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She's still standing. Eva is never quite sure when this phenomena happens, but when it does, she can only attribute it to her body allowing her a few more moments in exchange for a few moments of intense pain later on. Throwing herself to the side right as Marisol charges forward with her attack, Eva watches through glazed eyes as Marisol charges past, and....
The battle seems to be over. Letting herself slump against a wall, Eva closes her eyes. Wait, no, she can't fall asleep out here. Gathering the last of her strength, she helps up the fellow spent fighter, whether she's standing or not, and leads her back to her cabin. "Thank you. You gave me what I came here for... a good hard fight. ..... They'll define one of us as a winner, but, as far as I'm concerned.... at this point, it's a matter of semantics."
When Marisol is helped to her door, Eva lets out a long sigh. "Let me know if you need a hand with anything, even off the boat."
Log created on 23:52:31 09/21/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 04:10:58 09/29/2007.