Description: [Guardian Kings vs. Pacific Resistance] The most scandalous Jinchuu battle yet! Guardian Kings' Kenji and Tenma square off against Pacific Resistance's Marisol and Pas for a rather unproductive match, complete with massive nets and invading 'R' battles. Who will win? Will it be the Kings? Or Resistance? Or the audience? Answer: everyone. [Winner: Pacific Resistance]
A giant net.
Call Marisol a realist, but large nets did not seem to be the most efficient of means with which to capture or overrun an entire, massively-sized yacht-turned-ninja battleship. But whatever the case, it would seem this mysterious opposing group has taken it upon themselves to do precisely THAT.
So enter Marisol. Looking relatively disappointed at the scene laid out before her, the redhead stands with hands akimbo on her hips. Destroy the netting, the match coordinators said. Use it as a rigging! Just destroy it and make this attacking force's invasion a hellish ordeal.
Marisol can do that.
In any case, the half-Spaniard waits, a sneakered foot tap-tapping on the ship's deck, surveying the massive amount of netting that covers it from bow to aft. What a mess, she wonders to herself.
"How am I supposed to fight in this??"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Kenji has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Pas has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
It makes no sense. It makes absolutely no sense. Moreover, it makes even less sense that the only way that the people that run the boat think that this net can be removed is by having people fight on and around it. From what he remembers, Tenma's bokken doesn't cut through anything, and it's not like any of the people he remembers from Pacific Resistance used large bursts or flaming attacks that could do the trick. In fact, he even stared oddly at the memo he was given by he crewman, alone for once in his cabin with the loudmouthed Luc, wondering if he had so much as a pocket knife or a boxcutter stuffed in his backpack.
And so Kenji walks out from below, fresh bandages and no sling this time, a dour look on his face-- a look that his teammates in the Guardian Kings likely have yet to ever see plastered across his usually-cheerful expression-- the look of someone stuck in the same place as one of the few people he can genuinely say he -really- dislikes.
Though he's right there-- and she's right there-- he just starts walking, moving right by her without a word. To his eyes and ears, it's like she isn't even there, even ignoring any of the color commentary she's so famous for. Jumping up and catching the netting by one of the crosslinks, he gives it a few good hard tugs with his good arm to get his bearings with it.
Dropping back down to the deck, he utters a sigh-- staring off the rails and toward the waters with a troubled gaze.
COMBATSYS: Kenji takes no action.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
It's a bit irritating, to face a last-minute change like this, isn't it? But, you take what you can get... Especially when you're scheduled to face off against your sworn nemeses. Gift horses, mouths, you know how it goes. Indeed, Tenma Kiryuu at least was pretty psyched about the originally billed match, the opportunity to finally, finally crush those Pacific idiots once and for all, in front of the whole freakin' world. It might, at least a little, balm the wounds to his pride dealt by having been eliminated from the tournament so early. And we all know Tenma has a LOT of pride that needs balming. But, there are other concerns to be dealt with here. Important concerns. Big concerns.
Big-ass aircraft carrier concerns.
"Man, what the hell," Tenma wonders to himself, sitting up in the ship's rigging, staring at the Blacknoah. There's a battle going on, they are quite literally /stuck in the middle of a secret war between ninjas and whatever the hell that big boat is for/, and there's a /giant damn net/ keeping them in place. These are things the leader of the Guardian Kings does not like. But cutting through the net? Oh, you know he can swing that.
Speaking of swinging, that's exactly how Kiryuu makes his entrance, swinging on a rigging line with his bokken in his other hand, the weapon already alight with bloody chi, the violent aura looking strange, even more jagged and sharp than usual, like some kind of saw blade. For cutting. Catching the net with his foot, he transfers his grip from the rope to the encircling barricade, his weight creating more tension in the local area, staring down at the deck and, at least, Kenji and Marisol. Where the hell is everyone else? Man, so much for being fashionably late! "Heh... Whassamatter, Red? Get ditched by your boyfriends?" he calls out, voice loud and strident like usual. So much for the serious mood.
COMBATSYS: Tenma takes no action.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
There's absent humming walking up from the lower deck, light and toneless whistling. Happy whistling that sounds ignorant of the certain battlefield that's become of the ship, the impending war that's not being entirely seiged under every dark shadow.
It's not a matter of knowing. Some people just genuinely don't care. Like that girl over there who is focused on more important things, like unbuckling the belt on her pants. Striding surely across the deck and towards the collecting group, she rids herself of restricting jeans within two steps, pulling them off her legs and revealing a little white thread of a thong that matches her too-small tank top, happily emblazoned with the words BAT COUNTRY.
There's only one person in the world who doesn't care this much, be it about secret seafaring wars or dress codes.
And stepping close to the others, she tosses up a happy wave, her figure all one of dark, dusty skin, inky hair ponytailed back, and no prevailing sense of decency... moving in to drape all over Marisol like a happy Brazilian tapestry.
"Ola!" Pás beams sleepily as she swoops in to hug her teammate, clinging off her affectionately, her chin leaned to the redhead's shoulder. "It is easy to have a fightings, Sola! We can pretend it is like the Spider-Man web, yea?"
COMBATSYS: Pas takes no action.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
Whether he likes his situation or not, Kenji - and the rest of the team members currently present - are stuck on the deck of the Suiryuu amongst a sea of netting. Fortunately, the match coordinators are banking on them beating the ever-loving shit out of one another, so if each member has a problem with one another? They can productive take it out on one another. Simple. The only problem is the battles going on around them.
Is Marisol worried? No, never.
As Kenji strides by, Marisol's gaze briefly turns, but she does little more than briefly acknowledge the young man. Even as he tugs the rope and offers a distant look to the sea, she says nothing - instead, her attentions are elsewhere. Instead her eyes drift toward the netting above, before they fall upon Tenma. A look is given, then she moves on. His silly insults mean nothing!
It's only when the Brazilian girl arrives the redhead is suddenly alive with emotion.
Turning on her heel, she greets the other girl as she peels her pants off. Grinning broadly, she offers a little, almost too-girly wave before she's suddenly hugged and draped on like a sofa. She blinks once, but meets the hug with equal friendliness and good-tiding.
"Of course we can," she offers in response, her lips cutting into a broad smirk across her face. "Just don't go easy on the boys, okay?" The hug broken, she gives Pas and her attire a thumbs up. Those gray eyes swivel up towards Tenma, her smile widening. "Let's get our fightings on, Pas," she suggests.
Then, scrambling up the netting she attempts to close in on the youth and punch him right in the middle of his face.
"Hello again, Kiryuu! Long time, no see!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Tenma 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
Still standing there on the deck, Kenji steps onto the rail and gets a good grip on the netting, pulling himself up and only going as far as using the splinted left arm as balance-- just a bit of weight, just a little control. It'd be really awkward otherwise if he were trying to climb this like the chain he had to on the way up the side of the boat.
Pas appears! And Kenji thinks back to the first time they had met, the time when she burst through the second story window of the school classroom and landed on the teacher's desk.
With a dirtbike.
Looking for pancakes.
Once the pants come off, his mouth stays closed, but his chin drops down, eyes wide and the middle of his face turning so red it looks about ready to blast blood like a firehose.
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of--
Oh, screw it. "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
The light show starts much easier, much faster this time. A burst of that psychotically bright chi that radiates from the young man, sheathing his arm in that blazing blue-white light that looks more like a signal flare with the impending doom in the form of the other ship. Tenma would certainly see a change in the young man's powers-- instead of a mere sheath of light, it now looks larger, harsher, and it blasts up from knuckle to shoulder and dying off into the sky.
At least this damn boat did something for him.
COMBATSYS: Kenji gathers his will.
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Tenma 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Pas
Something happens here that most people probably never get to see. Tenma Kiryuu is immediately, and completely poleaxed. He hangs there, staring right at the new arrival, who removes her pants and then drapes on the evil, vile redheaded shrew. What. /What/. "You--" It's /her/. It's the mystery girl he keeps meeting everywhere, the mystery girl he had to fight on that stupid web of cables that started this whole thing. And she's one of /them/.
If you listen, very carefully, you can hear the quiet sound of Tenma's heart breaking.
Then suddenly, Marisol is all up in his grill, trying to punch him in the face. Well, scratch trying, because Tenma doesn't even try to avoid it, instead getting slugged right in the kisser, which sends him reeling and drops him off of the netting onto the deck, hard. But as he falls, his nose bloodied and streaming red down his face already, his mouth pulls into a wide smile. Fine, if that's how it's going to be... Then that's how it's going to be. His arm sweeps through the air, slashing at nothing with his bokken, leaving a red arc of energy behind it... And from that arc screams forth a crescent of red, blood and chi mingled together into a roiling mass that tears through the air towards Marisol... And he slashes a second time, crossing the first, turning it into an X-shape of dripping blood. "Not long enough, Red!!: he shouts as he strikes, and /then/ he hits the deck, knocking the wind out of him...
Noticing Tenma's crushed staring, Pás obliviously beams back, replying him in a happy little wave like absolutely nothing is amiss. "Pescador!" she greets amiably, winking, as her teammate dispatches herself in his direction.
Left in Marisol's wake, the other Pacific Resistance girl merely stretches, unable and uncaring to disguise her yawn. She guesses it's time to start moving around.
"Hum," Pás is saying to herself, tightening up her mouth as she considers her crumpled blue jeans hung over her own shoulder. Then she looks up. And, lidding her eyes sunnily, suddenly tosses up her errant pants and lets them clothesline off the overhanging net. Problem solved.
Hands stamped proudly on her hips, one dark eye of the Brazilian turns, suddenly and decisively aimed right at Kenji with all the severity of most sniper rifles. The question of whether or not she recognizes him is quickly answered by her slow, determined smile, which winds along her lips like an uncoiling snake, the tips of her molars making it serrated. She just grins at him. It's not a very nice grin.
Tonguing the corner of her mouth, her brown eyes playful, Pás explodes into movement. She charges towards Kenji, winding off into a powerful leap at the last moment. She jumps up, catching two fistfuls of the net at the last moment, and propels off her shoulders, swooping down and attempting to slam both feet straight at his head.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Dharmapala.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Pas
When Pas makes her grand arrival, all hell breaks loose.
The revelation is enough to break hearts, the loss of the Brazilian girl's pants enough to nearly cause others to lose pints of blood nasally, but whatever the situation for some, her arrival heralds the start of the scheduled fight. Sort of. It just took a little initiative from Marisol to get things rolling. Namely, a punch in Tenma's face.
A sharp laugh escapes the redhead as Tenma tumbles from the netting, gray eyes going wide with amusement as she watches the Guardian King fall and tumble freely. "Take that, Kiryuu!" she shouts after him, hanging from the netting by a single arm. But when he falls...that's when she notices something peculiar. He's waving his toy sword.
And chi is coming out of it.
"Damn it," she murmurs.
With few options left, the redhead does the only thing she can think TO do. Swinging a hand out, Marisol attempts to use her arms as a means of cutting through the swath of bloody chi and prevent it from doing more damage than it likely would with a clean hit. A swift grin cuts easily across her tanned features. "Too slow, Kiryuu!"
And, with that, the girl drops from the net, hitting the deck with a harsh thud. Crouched, she leaps into action, sprinting for the leader of the Guardian Kings, swinging a fist for the young man's stomach. Should it connect, she'll snare his head, introducing it to her knee before she shoves him backwards with the intent of swinging a leg upwards - sharply - to bust him in the jaw with the heel of her foot.
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Pas' Medium Kick.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Pas
Kenji watches on as Pas runs toward him-- the run, the wind-up, and the kick thrown at him-- and Kenji brings his right forearm around, soaking the two-footed blow into his one good arm and barely managing to hook a few fingers of his splinted hand around the net. The Gedo student rocks on the net, the impact doing enough to unsteady his footing... but he's tenacious enough to cling on for dear life.
Reaching down through tne netting with his one good arm, Kenji grabs at Pas. Fingers snake ahead to grab her by the throat, his anchoring arm letting go of the nets should he get a good grab going. "Let's go for a ride-- URRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
Looking to half jump -up- the net while holding onto the Pacific girl, the chi flares through his arm in a harsh burst, the blinding white-blue light seeking to create sudden, incredible momentum-- and launch her out of his grasp at a diagonal angle.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Chain Reaction.
- Power hit! -
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Kenji 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Pas
You know, this could be going better for Tenma. Maybe he's just distracted by Pas' presence and the disquiet that accompanies it, with the revelation that she's /friends with Marisol/ and apparently one of her heretofore unknown teammates. Maybe it's just not his day, or maybe Marisol's been eating her steroid-laden Wheaties. Whatever the reason is, Tenma gets totally blasted by Marisol's attack, his attempt to dodge as he gets to his feet leaving him wide open to the punch to the gut, and hten he gets kneed and kicked in the jaw. Which, you know, kind of hurts.
Staggering back, Tenma barely manages to keep his footing, spitting a gob of blood onto the deck. Where the hell is Hakuya? Not to mention the rest of Marisol's Snob Squad? "You know, Red, if you ain't gonna actually hit me properly, I'm just gonna take a nap here," he says, rife with his usual possibly baseless bravado. And then? He straightens up and lifts his left hand up, pinky extended, to scratch his ear. Yeah, he hurts like hell... But he's not going to let /Marisol/ see that. He just needs a second to get his head back in the game, here.
COMBATSYS: Tenma gains composure.
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Tenma 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Pas
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Pas with Sky High Rocket.
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Tenma 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Pas
Her slender throat swallowed up in his grab, Pás churns up the effort to look faintly surprised at the corners. Mostly, she's just smiling. Mostly, she's just getting all eager and excited for the pain that's ought to follow. Catching the familiar sight of chi pulsing from Kenji's arm, she has only the time to smile, crookedly, before she goes for her ride.
As hard as the Brazilian packs a wallop, she feels like she weighs no more than a pillow. She is catapaulted off him with surprising ease, whipping through the air until the first solid catches her impact: the overhanging net. She bounces off it, and whether it's a deliberate move or just like a butterfly getting tangled up, one of her ankles catches in the rope and there Pás hangs, a half-naked worm on a line. Her hair dangles. Her tank top flips down. And, if there's one thing about Bat Country, its local residents seem to go without wearing bras.
Her back is also to Tenma when this happens. He gets no breaks.
Shaking her head to rid the stars, the Brazilian looks up at her upside-down body, then clucks her tongue, in an amused, enterprising sort of way. "Tchhh."
Swiftly, the capoeirista disengages herself from the net, grabbing heavy handholds and making herself move. She crosses along the rope with a frightening agility, looking more at home here than on flat ground, her target focused back on Kenji. He won't be getting rid of her that easy. With one sudden flip up the netting, she tries to intercept him right on his perch, missiling right on the boy without a single thought for things like defense and personal space. Quickly, she tries to get both her feet on top of his arms, twisting her body to bear her legs down, to attempt to pin his wrists against the net. Grabbing the net at the same time, she bundles fistfuls of rope at either sides of his head to hold herself there, just inches away. So she can smile at him.
"I like ridings." Pás reveals deliciously. With both hands and feet busy, she winks and merely uses what she has left, slamming her head forward straight at Kenji's.
It could be going better for Tenma. Unfortunately, things don't seem to be going the leader of Guardian Kings' way. Maybe she was pushing herself a bit too much, or maybe Tenma's bad talking has finally worked against him? Whatever case, however, Tenma is beaten, sent staggering away as she holds her ground with a wide, too-cocky smirk on her pink-colored lips. Briefly, gray depths flicker toward Pas, her plight noted before she frowns - at Kenji. She'll get back for that. She has something else to deal with first.
"Hit you properly?" the girl responds, her gray eyes widening briefly as she turns her gaze back onto the young man. Soon after she smirks with newfound arrogance. "Oh please, you couldn't HANDLE it, Kiryuu. So maybe you should take a nap. Or, hey, better yet." Pausing, she offers a helpless shrug.
"Maybe you SHOULD take a nap."
And, with that, Marisol swings a mighty fist at the top of Tenma's head, in hopes of introducing him face-first into the deck of the ninja yacht. "Goodnight, Kiryuu!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Fierce Punch.
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Kenji 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Pas
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Pas' Zidane's Revenge.
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Tenma 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Pas
At a time like this, it would seem almost like Kenji Ashima has the strength of mind of a saint, some sort of holy spirit that holds his resolve in the face of all challenges that rise up against him-- challenges like this woman. His mouth is a flat line as Pas dangles and leaves far too much exposed for the Suiryuu and likely their neighboring ship to see, brown eyes as harsh and solid as oak.
That says nothing of when his hands clasp around the lower half of his face, eyes clamped shut and sputtering.
Nearly losing his balance as the Brazilian flings herself down the netting to get toward him, pinning him down and causing him to grimace visibly as the bandaged left hand is pinned back. Twisting his head to the side, Pas finds her head slamming into his left shoulder instead, pulling his arm free and using it to try to hook his own around her waist. "So do I. This one's called 'The Comet.'"
And with a short, "UrrAGH!" he pushes off from the netting and leaps toward the length of the Suiryuu's deck, very much intent on dragging Pas along and using the kick-happy, scantily-clad Pacific student as his cushion on the way down-- netting or deck, which one will they hit first?!
This is a Bad Day. Tenma's just not feeling it... He knows something's different, something's been changing since the fight in the Ghost Machine room, but it seems to be something he doesn't quite have a handle on right now. He's trying to juggle too many things, maybe; his concern about being in a freaking WAR ZONE suddenly, once again thanks to that DAMN PERVERT KIDNAPPER NINJA, the shocking revelation of Pas' afflilation, and he doesn't even have a chance to try to clear his head before Marisol's attempting to knock it clean off! He tries to avoid the telegraphed punch, but he underestimates it, and the strike does drive him down... But not far enough. Dark blue eyes snap upwards, focusing right on Marisol, and a short, harsh breath is blown out between Tenma's teeth.
"Oh, to hell with it."
So said, Tenma moves up and forward, trying to get right inside Marisol's zone, twisting his bokken back behind himself as he lashes out with a series of punches right at the redhead's torso, trying to drive her back with careful footwork. Trying to drive her up against the edge of the boat. "You think you actually have it in you t' beat me?! Y'oughta stop huffing gas or whatever you do for kicks, Red, it's damaging what braincells your hairdye hasn't!!" Of course, the punches herald something else, if they strike. That disruption in the body's flow of energy, that numbness and weakness...
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Kenji's Strong Throw.
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Kenji 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Pas
The Brazilian's eyes flare in undisguised delight as he Kenji grabs her around the waist, an enthused grin breaking free from her lips. She doesn't even consider the attempt of breaking free. Who would want to?
Perhaps the sane, of what Pás most certainly is not, by the way she whoops laughter the entire plummet down. The wind whistles through her hair. They miss the net and down they go, straight for the deck, and Kenji's pliant little exotic cushion decides to get a little tricky at the last moment. Instead of a solid clap of her back against the planks, she twists suddenly, absorbing the shock in a glancing blow off her hip. Then she suddenly grabs back, and turns, swiftly rolling to try to pull Kenji underneath her body.
She looms overhead, sitting on his hips. Whether a lover or a fighter, Pás always ends up on top.
She leans close, so very close, her lips a breath away. And with hot breath, they tell him, "Got you."
She moves in to kiss him. Also to try to slam her knee right into his groin.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Tenma's Flow Breaker.
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Kenji 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Pas
Were she a more generous girl, Marisol might feel sorry for Tenma.
Unfortunately, she isn't, so his plight is otherwise moot for the half-Spaniard. Smirking as her fist solidly lands on the top of his skull, the force sending him forwards, almost far enough to kiss the surface of the Suiryuu. But, to her surprise, he's back up, practically in her face. Briefly, her expression is surprised. Then, Marisol offers a harsh smirk, gray depths hooding at his curse.
Then he moves. However telegraphed, the girl doesn't move out of the way - she just takes it like a (wo)man. Eyes drift, watching as that attack strikes deep, the flow of energy noted...but scoffed at. Lips curl into a smirk.
"You call that a punch?" she chides.
Then she swings a mighty hook at Tenma's jaw.
"I'LL SHOW YOU A PUNCH!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji endures Pas' Eshu's Hat.
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Tenma 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
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Kenji 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Pas
It doesn't occur to her until they've started their descent that pas really isn't all there in the head-- she's the same girl whom grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out the second story window on that very same dirtbike. And he had a red mark on his forehead for the rest of the damn day, too, when he hit his head on the windowsill.
As they bounce, Kenji grits his teeth and tries to cushion his fall with both arms-- the left falters, and gives Pas the leverage she needs to get atop him-- as well as the dramatic pause as she leans atop him in probably the second worst and best moments of his life, though his index finger cuts between their lips and holds her back, even as her knee drives into his groin. His face tightens automatically, but other than the most visceral of growls lodged in his throat, he does not react. "Not now. You could come by my cabin later and we could do it properly."
And with that, his right arm rushes ahead to shove Pas back, to give him at least enough room to roll sideways and get himself into a squat. His right leg whips upward-- then screams down, his foot aiming to stomp Pas right in the middle of the chest-- "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
And then with an audible burst, release a surge of chi -inside- her that feels almost like an explosion. Imagine how that feels on someone's innards!
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Hook Punch from Marisol with Dead End Breaker.
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Kenji 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Pas
And you know what? Marisol is right. She IS showing Tenma a punch. Actually she's shown him quite a few, but this one has all the earmarks of being especially bad for his continued consciousness. That fist swings towards his face rather mightily indeed, about to knock Tenma's block right off, when he suddenly twists, swinging his bokken up from behind himself. "TOO SLOW, RED!!" he bellows, a hint of a gleeful laugh in his voice, and that fist glances off the side of his head as his bokken slashes diagonally upwards, across Marisol's torso, with a blunt impact of wood and a searing, cutting slice of bloody chi...
Oh, but Tenma's not done there of course. After the initial, speedy slash, he changes his grip on his bokken and strikes again with it, repeatedly, battering Marisol and driving her back. He's obviously, uh, venting a little frustration here, you know? Finally, his combination comes to an end, as he rears back and then plants a big ol' headbutt right on Marisol's kisser, with a thunderous impact. "You were wide open, y'know," Tenma adds after, chidingly. "Though I guess that's why all the guys at Pacific like ya, huh?"
COMBATSYS: Pas fails to counter Rib Crusher from Kenji with Branded Mule.
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Kenji 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
Even someone like Pás can get surprised. When her infamous kiss is stopped short, her dark open, fixing Kenji with a look that borders on incredulous. It's not something that happens often. Or ever. In fact, her thoughtful stare gains a sliver of intensity because of it.
Enough that he is able to shuck her off him as easily as he does, hitting spine and elbows against the deck, her back curling as she immediately looks up. The Brazilian girl tenses then, readying herself, seeming intent on reading Kenji's movement to appropriate her retaliation. He brings up his leg-- and she suddenly moves, aiming on trying to get under the arcing leg-- but he has time's advantage. She's not fast enough. His foot gets a double bullseye.
And Pás gets the air kicked out of her. Grunting out in pain, she skids backwards from the force of the strike, tumbling over onto her back and splaying out, tangling long limbs in askance. She almost looks strangely innocent when she's hurting. For many moments, she is silent and unmoving, before one hand twitches, and she rolls onto her side, coughing weakly. Steam escapes her parted lips.
Too slow? This draws a cursory expression of surprise from the redhead. What's the idiot talking about? Frowning, Marisol's swing strikes its target - but at what price?
Clearly pain. Almost suddenly she's slashed into, repeated strikes of Tenma's bloodied bokken striking against her body before she's suddenly headbutted in the face. It causes her to yelp lightly before she staggers, ultimately landing on her duff with an obvious wince of grief. Ow.
Recovering - albeit with a bit of care - the half-Spaniard is smirking broadly, the back of her hand drawn slowly across her now-bloodied lip. That hurt a bit more than she'd like to confess to, but she seems bothered little by the sudden turn-around of Tenma. "Ha ha...hah," Clearly amused, Marisol's gaze remains trained on the leader of the Kings as she tries to find her balance after that particularly unpleasant attack. "Y-you think that's really any better? And really, potty-jokes? Grow up, Kiryuu!"
To help, she offers a toothy grin before she lashes out at Tenma with a blow aimed for his nose, to stun the Guardian King.
His foot lowers to the ground slowly, arms dangling at his sides. "Hitting on a girl is fine and dandy, but it would be horribly rude of me to do that sort of thing in front of my friends and 'it,'" he says, an offhand phrase used for describing Marisol. So while she lay there, prone and catching her breath, Kenji sucks in a deep breath that puffs his chest and--
Starts stretching, like he probably should have before the start of the battle royale between schools.
After his little aerobics routine is over, he straightens. Finger hooking upward, he points at the netting that hangs off of various points of the Seiryuu. "We also have to think of a way to get that cut down!! Right?"
COMBATSYS: Kenji gains composure.
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Tenma 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
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Kenji 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Light Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Tenma 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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Kenji 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
Potty joke? Doesn't that involve toilets? WHAT SORT OF PERVERT IS MARISOL, ANYWAY? Regardless of her proclivities though, the redhead has managed to make up for Tenma's brief reversal in spades, and she even punches him right in the nose AGAIN, because she's a vicious harridan, which sends Tenma staggering despite an attempt to get his bokken in the way of the attack. Okay, seriously, this is pissing him off something fierce. Anger flashes in his blue eyes, more blood dripping from his poor nose, but it's Kenji's voice that brings him back to the situation at hand.
Ah hell, he's right.
They're supposed to be cutting those stupid ropes after all, not /just/ focusing on fighting their opponents, and Tenma lost sight of that. It might be too late for him to really be able to beat Marisol, but for the other... Well, he can do something about that. With a faintly irritated noise, Tenma shakes his head and suddenly... Rushes right past Marisol, focusing chi in his legs so he can then leap /off/ of the deck and back onto that netting, that bloody blade flashing as it starts to hack and slash at inanimate objects instead of Marisol. "Ashima!!" he shouts down. "Keep those crazy bitches off of my back for a second!" Yeaaah... How likely is THAT?
COMBATSYS: Tenma takes no action.
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Tenma 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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Kenji 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
Sprawling along the deck with the deftness of someone all too used to being horizontal, Pás crosses one arm under her neck to pillow her head, opening one eye to peer up at Kenji's suggestion. She stares up blandly at the netting, considering the job ahead in having to sever it free of the boat.
She loses interest before she's even done assessing it. "Aiii, but that is such the boooorings," she replies plaintively, eyes closing, her long body stretching out like uncooperative dead weight to emphasize her point. There are few things to inspire the laziness out of this Brazilian.
One of them being: "I have a liking to do this instead--" With that, a sudden speed betrays all her murmuring sluggishness, and planting both hands to the deck, Pás rolls her shoulders forward and curls her spine backwards, springing her weight back onto her feet. She pounces off her feet no sooner they've touched ground, and twisting herself into an aerial flip, pinwheels a leg mid-air to try to snap a heel out at Kenji's ribs.
The anger noted, Marisol only smirks as her attack lands true, leaving a particularly nasty mark on the Guardian King leader. Hooding her smoky gaze, the half-Spaniard coils a fist tightly before she thrusts her finger toward the young man. "What's the matter, Kiryuu? Is little me too much for you to handle? Ha ha! Come ON, get serious already!"
Then, rather unexpectedly, Tenma goes elsewhere, his focus not on the fight against the redhead, but inanimate objects. Particularly, the net the four were MEANT to cut off. But really - how the HELL is Marisol supposed to handle it with bare fists? So, rather than concern herself with that, she smirks broadly and follows the Gedo youth, intent on socking him upside the head with a nasty PUNCH TO THE SKULL.
"Our fight isn't over yet, Tenma Kiryuu!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji just-defends Pas' Short Kick!
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Tenma 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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Kenji 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Pas
There're moments where it seems the occasional boast of Kenji Ashima being a genius come true.
Moments like this.
The Gedo student council secretary's hand extends, his palm catching the incoming leg and stopping it dead-- a complete, perfect loss of momentum. At the same time, his body pushes off, his back arching in a manner that suggests he's much more flexible than he lets on. Using the Pacific girl's leg as his pivot, he manages to execute a perfect somersault from a moving object, flinging himself over Pas-- and while the deck of the Suiryuu is once again lit like it was day.
"Khh--URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH--"
That more feral burst of blue-white energy surges from his arm again, reawakened in travel as he sails upside-down over the girl and curls his legs up a bit, landing on the ground with buckled legs ready to catch his weight behind Pas on impact. A blue line suddenly lances through the air, shooting to Pas' chest-- and through it, the blaze of chi and light surging down to his arm and to his fist. It meets that line of light. "SET-!!"
His fist rips forward with an impressive *BANG*, a backblow of chi bursting away from his arm as it surges forward at the center of her chest-- and then -explodes-. It carries more than enough force to blast Pas backwards, to shoot her halfway across the expanse of the deck as it hits-- and even if it isn't direct, a shockwave of unseen force slams against her, blowing away whatever isn't prepared for the winds or nailed down even a good distance ahead of him.
"RAIL GUN!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Tenma 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Pas
This, really, has just plain gone terribly. Tenma had a little success there, for a second, but ultimately... Ultimately he just hasn't been able to do much at all. He has, at least, done some damage to the net, so he should be glad, right? Even if Marisol is kind of a hobag and probably doesn't care if the boat gets invaded by whoever the hell owns that big aircraft carrier. "Yeah it is," is Tenma's simple response to the redhead. Is he acknowledging defeat? Could he actually swallow his pride to that degree?
Nah, don't be silly.
Tenma gets punched, good and hard, the blow rocking the netting on which he remains, but the dark-haired boy lets out a quiet laugh, and he kicks off of the netting... Into Marisol, in kind of a shoulder check. "We're goin' for a l'il trip, Red," he says, quite convinced of the inevitability of his success, whirling around and sweeping his bloody sword through the air, slashing in a wide, wild arc - at Marisol, and the net in equal measure, the misty, violent red energy around his bokken flaring up brilliantly to cast a crimson glow over everything. "HOPE YOU LIKE FALLING!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Kenji's Rail Gun.
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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It doesn't take psychic intuition for Pás to expect the hurt the instant she feels her kick stopped, her leg snapped clean out of mid-air like some pesky housefly. Pain should be well on its way.
And it's about time.
With a razor intensity in her eyes, tethered by her leg and helpless but to watch Kenji prepare his attack, Pás can barely smother down her zealous smiling. There has to be something wrong with her. And even as she hopes to god he kicks her ass, it's not her style to make it easy for him, and it's entirely her nature to test her limits by any means necessary.
She knows she can't evade this attack. As if she would want to. So there's little else Pás has left... but to face it head-on. Her eyes catch the trajectory of that blue line, following the chi back to its origins. Which is barrelling right at her. Sharply, she brings in her arms, and in a display of quickness that even surprises herself, she catches the blow.
But it doesn't mean she can even try to stay its power. The incredible detontation of chi thrusts the Brazilian backward, her bare feet splintering planks as she skids, her own fiery chi sparking off her hands and arms as it coils against his, power flinting against power. It knocks her dismissively backward, clearing the length of the deck, but tenaciously, Pás stays right on her feet.
At least, until it stops, and with a shallow little breath, she falls to one knee, bowed under exertion and fatigue, but grinning like it'll be banned tomorrow. Half-slumped there, the Pacific Resistance girl is laughing, giving her head a shake to clear it, wringing out her hands to get the feeling back in them. "Ha ha haaaa! Psiu, you give only that? I am hopings you would blow off my pantieswear."
She snaps one string of her thong encouragingly. "Now, it is my turnings, I--"
Pás suddenly looks up. "I--" Her expression sobers. "I-- um. Merda. Un moment!"
Then, without warning, she's suddenly hurtling herself forward, surging against her wear and tear, her face determined. She doesn't barrel down Kenji again-- she's not even aiming for him. Instead, twisting sharply, Pás seems to be looking elsewhere as she decidedly drops and skids against the deck, opening her arms in ready expectation--
--to try to catch a certain plummeting Marisol.
COMBATSYS: Pas takes no action.
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Marisol
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COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Tenma's Vajra.
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Marisol
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Tenma is right about one thing: Marisol really could care less about the so-called "invasion" going on all around them and, instead, is more intent on the fight - and finishing it until the bitter end. So she pursues, like a hawk after its marked prey as Tenma seeks the netting. "No so fast, Kiryuu!" she calls...before her knuckles solidly punch the young man UPSIDE HIS HEAD.
"A little trip?" Her words come, her tone sounding mildly bemused as the Gedo delinquent speaks to her. What the hell is he talking about? She finds out soon enough, as Tenma sweeps the bokken through the air, carrying along with him the half-Spaniard. Oh, it hurts - boy does it hurt. But the redhead doesn't cry out. She maintains her smirk, eyes wide, even as she descends.
Tenma's not going to be swinging his bokken anymore. The smile broadens, as her body falls through the air.
But she doesn't hit deck with a wet thud. No, there's a set of steady arms there to catch her, giving Marisol reason to blink once in mild disbelief. Who..?
"Pas?" Gray eyes meet brown, staring up at the dark-skinned girl in surprise. "T-thanks. I thought I was going to hit the ground in a blood mess. That ass, Tenma. Ugh!" Briefly the redhead stops, giving the Brazilian a hug before she swings her legs around and down, rising from the embrace to stand upright.
"Now let me help you."
Knuckles crack, and rather suddenly Marisol tears forward, her path aimed for Kenji as she seeks to strike him savagely across the face with a chi-laden hook...
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Cloud Nine.
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Three hooks, each striking Kenji across the face with unrestrained brutality. But it doesn't end there - no, Marisol suddenly recoils after the third, hand clenched into a too-tight fist before she swings it in a sweeping uppercut for his jaw. But before he can fly, if at all, her hand lashes out, grabbing Kenji by the collar and swinging her head forwards and into him, their heads colliding in a stunning headbutt. Her smile widens to frightening proportions.
"That's for hitting Pas," she warns darkly.
Then her arm swings widely again, another brutal uppercut to send Kenji soaring back and away. No one messes with Marisol's team.
One-- no, four-- and then he stumbles as his head snaps back-- then introduced to the forehead of Marisol one more time. Kenji arcs hard in the air with the last uppercut, his jaw tight and blood sputtering from the corner of his mouth. He lands, but not in the usual sort of pile-- landing on his shoulder, rolling with the momentum and landing in a squat, his knee to the ground. Suddenly hurtling himself forward in a blaze of speed, his voice sounds out again-- the sound of a gutteral roar, the sound that is most often followed with the display of lights that could be seen from overpassing aircraft.
"HUUUUURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH--"
And with one arm, he catches Tenma across his shoulders in what looks more like a bastardized, godforsaken -backbreaker- better seen with a pro wrestler. The weight jerks his body down further, but he sputters and still stands-- carrying the Kiryuu swordsman across his shoulders in a fireman's carry. His gaze turns to Marisol and Pas, the young man's jovial eyes turned to stone. "HAH!!" he cries as his stern kiah, cast out in a style that shakes the resolve of a martial artist's opponent prior to a most terrible attack.
And then with a roll of his shoulders, he drops him.
Standing before the leader of the Guardian Kings like the protector of the fallen, Kenji breathes hard through his nose, exhaling the sea air in a manner befitting a bull-- catching his breath, after the force of such an attack. "NEXT?!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji gains composure.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
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Fact: Tenma is totally going to murder Kenji later. Though there's no fight left in him, the Gedo swordsman isn't /unconscious/, so he lets out an undignified squawk of pain, surprise and anger when he's caught in such an, uh, unusual fashion. His back makes a bit of a wet, gristly popping sound, too. And then he gets dumped rather forcefully on the deck, and that hurts too. "Ashima," Tenma grouses hoarsely. "You'd better kick both their asses." Flopping onto his back, Tenma looks towards the netting, which now features some pretty large cuts thanks to his own efforts. Unfortunately, he couldn't have been more thorough, because there was a crazy chick trying to punch his head off.
Pás just smiles back in her lazy, sleepy way as Marisol thanks and hugs her for that death-defying catch, seemingly dismissive of the whole thing. But hidden on her face, only there for those who know how and where to look, is the Brazilian's sighing relief. Past all her breezy carelessness and lazy ways, there is a fierce loyalty there in the girl, perhaps spotted plainly by the way she has scraped up her legs awful on the desk in her scramble to protect her friend.
It's what sisters do.
"Why, Marisolas!" Pás announces breathlessly as she stands, looking rather unused to seeing a punch dealt out in her honour. She flusters happily, dusting herself off in time to beam as brightly as jack-o-lanterns, lacing her hands together. "I am blush!"
Smiling crookedly, the Brazilian steps up to Marisol's side, one arm slinging amiably around her friend's shoulders, her leader and best friend also her favourite leaning post. And there, she stands quietly and waits, watching Kenji from her place as he makes the daring interception of Tenma within that onslaught. And then stops. And then faces them. And then he is asking both girls: NEXT?!
Both girls pause. They blink a bit.
Then two pairs of eyes, one green, one brown, turn until they're staring at each other.
Pás glances at Marisol. Marisol stares knowingly back.
They both smile.
Their full lips opening, their heads tilting, their eyes closing under thick lashes... they start making out.
Somewhere on the ship, Preston feels a sudden stirring down in his loins even as the ship is assaulted by unknown forces. He stares down at his pants, uncertain of this sudden turn of events and yet... somehow, he knows it's for the greater good. "Fookin' 'ey."
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Random Weapon.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Kenji with Random Weapon.
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Certainly, Kenji could do nothing more than ignore Marisol and get on with his life-- get on with his life and be -happy-. Read his manga in peace, and have what could amount to an even remotely normal day on this stupid boat with all of the stupid rules and the stupid gimmick fights that have absolutely nothing to do with the tasks that are laid out before them. He could avoid Luc until his bunkmate went to sleep, and then actually catch a good night's sleep.
But now he has at least one girl whom he doesn't wish would go away forever making out with the one he does.
His right hand clamps over the lower half of his face with a sputter and head snapped back, what looks like blood bursting from his nose. And standing there, his guard let down, the student council secretary blinks at something dropping from on high. "Oh hey, there's Tenma's bok--"
*FWACK*
The sword impacts hard on his nose, handle-down, before dropping to the deck next to Tenma's body. Standing there, arms jerking and legs bowed slightly, something inside him for a brief moment just -snaps-. Like every muscle tightening at once in concert, the look to him has changed, his stance has changed slightly-- almost as if he were giving off an aura, like the one that actually disturbed Marisol in their last encounter in the walls of the ship's interior.
Kenji's left leg suddenly slams against the planks right in front of both Marisol and Pas with enough force to kick splinters higher than he is tall, his right arm making a harsh whistling noise as his fist looks primed and ready to collide with both Marisol and Pas' heads in a single arcing strike, a brutal blow that could crash their heads together or even just nail both at the same time.
Either way, as blood soaks his t-shirt, the only thing one cannot deny is how hard his fist feels at this point-- like being struck across the face with granite.
COMBATSYS: Kenji can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Kenji's Missile Fist Ashima.
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Defending Pas' honor - that's what Marisol does for her friend. Her sister, her teammate, her amigo. Brutally executed, the half-Spaniard offers no mercy as she bludgeons the remaining King with her fists. That'll teach him to punch the Brazilian girl; that'll learn him!
When all is said and done, Marisol glances sidelong, toward the Brazilian who approaches. Grinning, she nods to her friend as she drapes, gray depths hooded in amusement. "Sorry," she responds, pouting briefly to the dark-skinned girl at her side. "Tenma was being a bit troublesome, otherwise I would've helped out sooner."
But then Kenji screams at them. Next, he bellows. Briefly, Marisol looks puzzled.
Then she turns to face the girl at her side, the slowly turn of her head almost TOO slow, as full lips pull into a smirk across her face. Their eyes meet, the look between them expressing more than words would ever convey. They are synched.
And then they kiss, a kiss like no other. A kiss that will quite possibly change the face of the tournament altogether. Did the ninjas anticipate something as SCANDALOUS as this? Prooobably not.
But it makes for damn good television.
Kenji's reaction is also one that will likely be talked out for years to come. A spray of read, his head pitching back like a bolt of thunder shot through, the youth reacts in a fashion most comical. Fortunately, Marisol doesn't notice it. She's making out with the Brazilian girl currently. It's only when the crack erupts from nearby the redhead snaps her attention to the side. What the..?
Then Kenji comes screaming like a bat out of Hell. Right for both girls.
Rather than get struck by a potentially sexually-frustrated fist of an angry youth, Marisol's arms shoot up, erecting (ha ha) a suitable defense against the strike. She budges lightly, teeth gritting slightly before she weaves, putting distance between herself and Kenji - however brief or small it may be. She grins.
The fight is over.
"Come on, Pas," she suggests, grabbing the girl's hand before lightly tugging. "Let's go to the kitchen and steal some knives to cut this shit with. Might as well do SOMETHING productive, right?"
Pause.
"Where'd you learn to kiss like that, anyway?"
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Pas with Missile Fist Ashima.
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Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. And this one just knocked that Westley and Buttercup one down a few notches.
One can almost hear the violins. Or maybe that whistling is just the sound of Kenji's fist.
Pás pops one dark eye open.
Despite Marisol's speed in intercepting the attack, the Brazilian, overdone by her fatigue in the fight, borderline exhausted, doesn't quite match the furor of Kenji's last stand. It deflects off the half-Spaniard and gets the Brazilian, the girl knocked backward, skidding backward along the deck as blood drools from a gash that slices down her cheekbone. As expected, her telltale, lazy grin resurrects back over her mouth.
She's going to have a black eye over this. But it was so worth it.
Shaking her head to sort it out, her eyes blinking, her hand rubbing over her jaw, it takes Pás a moment to even recognize Marisol's outstretched hand. Grateful, she takes it, her teammate helping her unsteadily back up to her feet. "But it is so boring... euhhh, none matters. Sim." With little class and littler modesty, she wipes the dust off one side of her ass.
But the fight is over, as the girls collect themselves to go, the Brazilian affectionate enough to give the Gedo boys a happy, departing little wave good-bye.
And as they recede down the boat, soon enough, Marisol's distant question gets an answer.
"Catholic school. You ever did having of confession? It is so dark and quiet in there. Shiuu, that Cristo, he runs a sexy house."
COMBATSYS: Pas has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:26:43 10/06/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 04:08:29 10/08/2007.