Description: Sergio visits one of the only clothing stores in Southtown equipped to outfit someone as ludicrously tall as he is, although their sense of fashion leaves something to be desired. Unfortunately for him, Raizo Imawano shops there too, and the principal of Justice High is none too happy about Sergio's attitude - nor his status as a high school dropout!
There aren't many places in Japan where a man over six feet tall can go and get himself a set of clothes that have even a chance of fitting. Most westerners are going to have trouble finding the clothes they want there, but it gets even worse when you're tall for even a westerner. While there are natives that reach those lofty heights as well, they're few and far between. Luckily there are places that make clothes for just those type of people, just as there are in many places. One place in particular is known for it's well made clothes, nice business suits and other classy wear being their standard.
After having found out the hard way that a Japanese extra large is by no means a European one, Sergio has come to this store in search of some new clothing.Unhelped as of yet, he doesn't seem to be able to find quite what he wants. A mild frown is set on his Italian features as he walks around the shelves of the store, shaking his head glumly and muttering something about suits.
Few places indeed - while the saying is ever true that the key to business success is to find a niche and fill it, that can be easier said than done when the niche's population is small enough to count as scientific anomalies.
Still, this shop is a successful one, due in no small part to the unnaturally high count of ludicrously enormous people who reside in and around Southtown. And in walks one key to their success now - the doors part for a man who resembles nothing so much as a bear, with deeply sunken, crimson eyes, a spikey beard that resembles more of a mane, and for some reason, extremely long, pointed fingernails.
He is not as tall as Sergio, but that is more because gravity, mass and time have conspired to bend his spine somewhat from its former glory. In build, he is comparable to a gigantic box. Or maybe a house.
Being thus a tailor's nightmare, it should be no surprise that he's here, at least; it's probably the only place in the entire country a man like that can get clothes, particularly business suits like the one he's wearing now. Someone out near the back of the store calls, "Oh, hello Mr. Imawano! I think everyone's busy - we'll be with you shortly!"
The mobile mountain waves dismissively, offering a thunderous, "Alright!" before setting about a similar task as Sergio - occupying his time by browsing the wares.
Sergio is, at the moment, gawking at novelty boxers of the size a sumo wrestler would normally wear. Sure, this place mainly holds the higher class wares, but there's always a little room to for things such as this. Besides, where else would such a wrestler find red boxers with little white hearts on them? Shaking his head Sergio continues on his way, heading for the dress shirt section. It is at this point when the first come first serve nature of the business works in his favor. It's his first time in, so if it wasn't for this Raizo would probably be helped first. The attendant comes over to him and smiles.
"Can I help you make your selection today?" Such friendly service.
Sergio, however, isn't in the mood to be the best of customers. "Yea. Do you have any clothes that don't suck?"
"Excuse me?"
"Err, haha, that came out wrong. I mean, do you have anything that's hip and trendy? Sort of like what I've got on?" That's met with stone cold silence. "I mean, lets see..." He looks around the store, and his eyes set on Raizo, "Yes!" He points at him, "I want whatever is the /exact opposite/ of that. Something fashionable, not something that'll make me look like some boring frumpy businessman."
Raizo Imawano is a man of FASHION AND STYLE! He would buy only the finest of attire if not for the thoroughly ludicrous amount of money it costs to keep Justice High School afloat.
Seriously, YOU try keeping an educational center that doubles as an impenetrable fortress running through purely legal and moral means. It's not easy!
Raizo is not really the sort of person to force other people to conform to his mode of thought, so while Sergio is clearly a jerk, Raizo does not stride forth in glory to crush his face when the Italian man insults the shop's good taste in fashion and design. He does frown, though.
Then his OWN taste is insulted, and Raizo finally deigns to turn his attentions upon Sergio, frowning deeply.
He doesn't talk. Most people know to apologize when someone who looks like the lovechild of a bear and a house gives them a look like that.
Sergio is not the type to really know whether or not certain suits are stylish or otherwise. In his eyes it isn't stylish if it's a suit at all, thus he's finding the selection of this place somewhat lacking. "I mean, what about some nice silk shirts?"
The helper smiles warmly, "Well we have a nice variety of those right over here if you'll follow me."
A cringe, "No, no, I looked at those already. They're all dress shirts!" He then catches on to the fact that he's being given a frown. "...what? Think I'm takin' too long or something? Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be able to find someone like you something nice and quick."
Sergio, it seems, lacks both the fear and manners to properly address someone such as Raizo. He then crosses his arms, "What about slacks? Do you have slacks?" The attendant begins to open her mouth, "And I don't mean dress pants!" Her mouth closes.
Raizo idly wonders if it is possible to develop the power to make a man explode with only one's mind.
The answer is yes, but Raizo ain't getting it anytime soon.
For now, he will have to settle for a more direct approach: as Sergio continues to be a most thoroughly rude individual to a young lady whose only wish is surely to help her fellow human beings in her own small way, Raizo takes a step forward (clump) and then another (clump), putting him in a very handy position that would allow him to loom over Sergio if Sergio were not even more freakishly tall than Raizo is.
However, Raizo is very probably twice as wide across as Sergio, so there's that, at least.
"Excuse me, sir," the old man declares, with far more politeness than Sergio is showing. Most people don't bother to help others in a situation like this - but Raizo Imawano is most certainly not most people! "I think you're offending the young lady. You could perhaps employ more tact."
Sergio lifts his hand to his face and shakes it a little. "I'm not going to have to order things from Europe am I? That'd be so expensive!" Then a thought occurs to him, "Unless I could be in Europe anyway, then I could just shop normally... Bah, still too expensive!" He then realizes the attendant is still there, looking embarrassed. "Oh, right. Uh... Well lets see, you have to have something like what I'm looking for, right? I've got to get some new clothes because wearing the same things over and over are really crampin' my style."
Thump. Thump. If Sergio were a shorter man, he'd no doubt think there was an eclipse localized to where he's standing. As Raizo addresses him, Sergio gives him a quick once over, "What?" It's not a 'get out of my face' sort of tone that he uses, but rather one of confusion. Raizo's polite wording seems to fly right over his head. Or at least, one of his words. "Tact? What the hell is that some kind of mouthwash?"
Raizo allows Sergio a moment to live, because he doesn't say 'what' like he's going to hit somebody. But his response to the word 'tact' is simultaneously both very telling and very annoying, so Raizo cranks the frown up a few more megawatts. It's a little like being scowled at by an angry bear. Or wolf. Wild animal, anyway.
"Tact, young man," Raizo says, because he gets to belittle annoying people like that due to being Old, "is the behavior of treating people in a respectful and proper manner. People will treat you with respect if you confer upon them the same." Or brainwash the hell out of them grumble grumble.
"Oh. Is that all?" He reaches up and scratches at the back of his head a little and shrugs. "I'm not tryin' to be rude or anything, but she's here to try and find me what I want, right? I mean," He looks over to her, "You don't have to help me or anything, I can look myself, if you'd rather?"
The woman has a polite smile plastered on her face, but for someone like Raizo it's probably obvious she's concealing embarrassment. Not so much for herself, however.
A sigh from Sergio. "You people over here are pretty big into that politeness crap, aren't you? Everything's so different. Fine, fine." He then proceeds to bow to the woman in what has to be the most stereotyped way, ever. "Please forgive me for intruding upon your peaceful workplace and, uh... stuff. If you could I'd much appreciate it if you could find me some clothing that is actually cool and trendy." He glances to Raizo, "Better?"
Raizo is still there! LOOMING. It works better when the other person is shorter.
He looks mostly mollified, although his frown does creep back in at the end of Sergio's not-totally-convincing apology. "Yes," he replies, not completely satisfied but not really expecting the world out of Sergio. This is why he dedicates his life to molding young minds into people who don't turn out like that! "A fine effort, young man. Thank you."
He glances back at the woman, to be sure she's alright...and then goes back to browsing the wares.
He's pretty much expecting that Sergio's search is doomed, though, so he continues to pay attention in case he ends up needing to hurl Sergio through any windows.
"H-hai..."
That's all the response the apology is going to get from the poor distressed employee. There's very little she can do, really. Sergio is a customer, and he just might end up buying something, when it's all said and done. Sergio, for his part, grins when Raizo says his thanks and begins to move away. "Yea, no problem, pops." He laughs a little, "Who is that guy anyway?"
The employee, wanting to be helpful, pipes up, "That's Raizo Imawano, Principal of Justice High, and a very important customer."
"Ooohhhh, a principal, huh? No wonder he felt like he had to tell me all that." He then shrugs a bit, "Guess I'd have learned all that myself before," It's almost as if time pauses for a moment, the entire earth going dead silent, "If I'd stayed in school."
Right. That's why Raizo didn't pick the guy up and eat him immediately - it's rude to kill and eat the customers of the only place in town that can actually provide him with business clothing.
So he goes about the important work of looking through suits, while the employee cheerfully explains his biography in the space of a sentence, and idly musing if she'd react differently if she knew 'ninja master' was also in there.
And then Sergio gets flippant. Well, he's a jerk, but at least he's not insulting Raizo directly while the old man is still in earshot.
The world slows...stops...
The shift in Raizo's stance is perceptible, to the wary, as Sergio makes his damning announcement.
Raizo doesn't kill him. Yet.
Sergio doesn't notice any change in Raizo at all, mainly because he's busy talking with the attendant. She blinks at him a little, "You... never finished high school?"
"Tch, no. What a waste of time, that was. Let me tell you, dropping out of school was one of the best things I ever did for myself."
The woman looks even more embarrassed, all of a sudden, trying to figure out how someone without an education could even afford to shop in the store. Sergio, however, doesn't seem to notice how embarrassed she's becoming.
Never finished high school. Best thing he ever did for himself.
In a weaker justice-loving principal, Sergio would have just caused a heart attack! Instead, he has merely brought about his almost certain complete destruction.
Raizo's body shifts a little more, listening in a little more closely. On the one hand...to interrupt would be both ridiculously obviously petty and a little rude, since that would mean he'd been eavesdropping.
On the other hand, HE DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL AND VOCALLY PROCLAIMS THAT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA.
Which is why Raizo, pretending through IRON CONTROL to not be about to destroy Sergio on the atomic level with his fists, ponders aloud, "So it's worked out well for you? How so?"
Sergio gives the woman a bit of an odd look when he finally starts to notice how uncomfortable the woman is. "Hey, you don't look so good, do you have a stomach ache or something?" Soon enough, however, Raizo's words interrupt and spare the woman further embarrassment of having to explain herself. What are her managers going to say?
Hearing the voice of the Principal, Sergio grins and actually moves over towards him a little closer. "I'm glad you asked, actually. Y'see, instead of staying in school, and then getting a steady job like my dad had to, I simply dropped out and left. All that crap was such a pain in the ass- I just left. Just walked out to the open road and made my own way in life, doin' this and that for food and sleepin' wherever I could."
He lets out a wistful sigh, "Damn that was nice... I was completely able to shirk any and all responsibility."
Golly, does this guy just WANT a piece of fists?
Raizo has at least relieved the woman of her burden, which is good. Anything for innocent young women who don't know how to stand up to a blowhard like this! Raizo does - you hit it until it gets all the hot air out. But he doesn't puncture the windbag yet.
He wants to see if he's actually a /jerk/, or just an /idiot./
"So you abandoned schooling for the life on the road?" Raizo says, shifting to look at Sergio now. That isn't necessarily a bad road to take - many fine human beings have lived great lives by distancing themselves from their roots and living off the land. He doubts Sergio here is one of them. The old man tilts his head a little, indicating Sergio's clothes. "But by your dress, I'd say you seem to have made out better than any drifter ever has." And by his manner, Raizo guesses he hasn't gained a whole lot of /responsibility/ in the exchange.
A pause, and then, with a curious look, Raizo wonders, "Perhaps you're a fighter?" Maybe he's financing it with tournament purses? Possible...
No, but he probably wouldn't complain if he got it. Well, not after the first few punches.
"Exactly. Ditched school, ditched my family, and headed out for the hillside. It was pretty neat, actually. Not that I avoided cities or anything, you can find a lot of fun inside of cities." He then shrugs a bit, "I mean, think about it." He holds up his left hand, "On one hand you've got a life of school, hard work, and responsibility." He waves the hand up and down a bit, and then holds out the other "And on the other you've got freedom, partying, and whatever else your own two hands can get for you." A grin forms on his face, "You have to admit, it's no competition at all! I'm surprised anyone stays in school, really."
He then gives a bit of a shrug to Raizo, "I am now, yea. Pretty sweet deal, really. Fight a fight every few weeks and do whatever you want for the rest of the time? Perfect for a guy like me. Only been this way for a few months though; too bad I didn't run onto it sooner."
"No," Raizo says, finally standing against Sergio's vast clouds of ignorance. "No, I don't. I'll allow that you seem to have gotten along well that way, which is well enough for you. If you've only discovered fighting recently, I have to wonder what you've been up to to be able to support a lifestyle like you describe."
The old man crosses his arms, quirking one protruding eyeridge in a challenging way. Just what sort of villainy do you support yourself with!?
Sergio shrugs, "Well, suit yourself then. I'm sure there are people like you who'd actually enjoy living a 'responsible and hard-working' lifestyle like you, but I'm not one of 'em." He then lets out a little laugh at the second statement, "See? You're still thinking responsibly. The lifestyle I describe doesn't take anything to support it at all. I mean, sure, I had to do oddjobs here and there; fix a roof, weed a garden. Sometimes I even did one thing for a few weeks, and usually only for food and board. But when you've got no rent, no kids to feed, no bills to pay... you don't even need to hold a steady job; and there's always clubs that don't charge a cover."
"Hmm," Raizo says, slowly, ponderously.
/Dangerously/.
"So, then," Raizo ponders aloud. "You have dropped out of school and, by miracles alone - and I assure you, your survival and success in this is nothing short of miraculous, no small number of men and women try it - have managed to keep yourself consistently fed, with a roof over your head and in enough good condition to be very picky about your clothes, and furthermore consistently attend at least acceptable parties."
Raizo ponders this, stroking his weird beard thoughtfully. "That you were successful, I won't deny you. That perhaps, with luck, others could follow your footsteps, I also won't dismiss. But neither will I forget, young man, that you seem intent on preaching your gospel of ignorance from eveyr mountaintop you can find, and unless I miss my guess, you enjoy doing so specifically to irritate me, the principal and founder of the most prestigious educational institution in Japan, if not on the planet."
Again, a moment to allow this to sink in, and then Raizo leans over slightly to look past Sergio at the attendant. "Young lady, I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to throw this man through your front windows now."
Raizo's hands rise up toward Sergio's neck for an over-the-shoulder throw, for Raizo Imawano is a man of his word.
COMBATSYS: Raizo has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sergio has joined the fight here.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sergio
COMBATSYS: Sergio fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Raizo with Quick Throw.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Sergio
Sergio raises an eyebrow as Raizo begins talking, "Hey now, I don't think it was-" That's about as far as he gets before quieting down as the principal keeps talking. What the heck is up with this guy anyway? "It wasn't miraculous at all. Jeeze thin-" He stops again after the beardstroking is over and he begins talking again, the Italian starting to get a little agitated. "Look, pal, I don't care if you're a teacher a principal or Houdini, you're the one who asked and I just told you the truth."
And that's when all hell breaks loose. Sergio's pretty much picked up off the ground before he can so much as blink, and the only thing he can think of is to try and grab hold of one of Raizo's beefy arms as he's tossed. He's not good enough for such a maneuver, however, and is pitched clean out the window, a resounding shatter sounding as he flies through it. From outside it can be heard, "WHAT THE HELL!"
The old bastard is very, very fast for someone that big.
He strides forward out through the window, cracking his knuckles. "You claim to be a fighter, and you sure do act like a young rookie," the Principal from Hell decides. The crowd is already forming - it's SOUTHTOWN, of course people are clustering around! "But the problem with doing that, is you boast off to the wrong people. I'm doing this for your own good, sonny. You've got to learn some self-restraint. If you shoot that mouth off at the wrong person, a window's going to be the least of your worries..."
Raizo's smirk grows to an animal maliciousness. But despite the almost crazed expression, Raizo's eyes follow Sergio's every move and twitch with an expert, analytical gaze. There won't be any slipping things past him. "Besides, I just love taking the wind out of folks like you."
COMBATSYS: Raizo focuses on his next action.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Sergio
Sergio doesn't know what the hell is going on here. Sure, a fight formed, that's pretty normal for this place, he figures. The problem is that Raizo hurt him -very badly- for being so fast, and that his reasoning doesn't make any sense. Then again he's the bookish type, or so he figures, so there's really no understanding him in the first place. All he can really tell is that this beefmonster of a man has decided to take out some aggression on him.
There's really only one thing to do. "Hmph. You want to fight? Fine." He then grins, and rushes forward towards Raizo, pulling his fist back and screaming at the top of his lungs- "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" - and attempting to plant his fist directly into the principals face. Who cares what his reasons are!
COMBATSYS: Raizo dodges Sergio's Strong Kick.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Sergio
The fact that Sergio doesn't know what's going on marks him as an amateur! A seasoned fighter would know perfectly well that talking like that to another seasoned fighter would end in a beating. Silly Sergio!
"That's about the size of it," Raizo says, and then as requested, Sergio is coming at him, screaming in fury and might--!
--and Raizo steps calmly to one side. "I'm not going to go easy on you because you're a novice," Raizo warns. Novice? How mean! "If I did, you might get it in your head that anyone else you anger would do the same."
Then he emphasizes this, by shooting to plant the back of his hand in the side of Sergio's head.
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Sergio with Quick Punch.
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Raizo 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Sergio
On the fighting circuit against other actual fighters, Sergio very much is a novice. Being told this, however, simply angers him. ...not that he can really do much about it, since Raizo simply sidesteps his attack. Ok, that was a pretty obvious response. He stops and turns to face Raizo- and is immediately smacked in the face by a fist. He rolls with the punch, going over like a sack of potatoes, and then picks himself up just as quickly.
"Jesus! How the hell did you get so strong, old man? And don't tell me from going to school, cause I know that's a freakin' lie." School makes your -brain- strong, not your body. Still, if he's going to face down such an opponent... He reaches into his shirt and quickly retrieves a length of rope. This he flings towards Raizo, a vortex of water forming around it as it spins in towards him- right for his neck.
COMBATSYS: Sergio successfully hits Raizo with Whirlpool.
Glancing Blow
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Raizo 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Sergio
"Actually," Raizo replies, gesturing in the vague direction of Justice High. "There's quite a few talented young men and women at the various schools around Southtown. Justice boasts a few talented fighters, as well. Including myself."
The light hits Raizo in a peculiar fashion, casting his good eye into shadow even as it glints off the rim of the monocle in his other. He smirks. "I am Raizo Imawano, principal of Justice High School and master of Imawano style--ghk"
Sergio's rope snakes around Raizo's neck, and for an instant, it seems as though it worked. Raizo's eyes widen just a bit at the sight of the water, but then he's back to business - as one hand comes up and SLASHES THROUGH the rope around his neck, giving Raizo an opportunity to show off the razor-edged claws he has fashioned out of his own fingernails. Raizo coughs, looks Sergio dead in the eye with a devastating look, and says, "Imawano style.../claw fighting!/"
And then Raizo demonstrates, running the distance between Sergio and himself and slashing hard across Sergio's body with those massive, razor-edged talons.
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Sergio with Claw Stab.
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"Just because you've got good fighters in your school doesn't mean it's the school making the good fighters." He shakes his head a bit, and then shrugs. "Unless it's a Dojo, I guess." That said, Sergio grins as his rope finds purchase... and then is cut to ribbons. "Shit." Raizo rushes at him and gets ready to attack him with those crazy finger nails, and Sergio... well he tries to just take it like a man. This gets him little more than big red cuts across his body, blood coming out of them as he staggers back. "Shit! OUCH! What the -hell-?! How can fingernails hurt so much? I was hit in the head with a fucking lead pipe yesterday and it didn't hurt that bad?!"
Sergio still has much to learn, clearly, but one thing he has down solid is not giving up against stupidly high odds. He's figured out that Raizo's better, but he still has a chance at pulling this off, in his own mind. He grits his teeth, and readies himself. "Hmph. Time to show you a bit of power." He reaches within himself, and then just... releases what he's got.
It's somewhat crude, really. Rather than doing anything direct, he releases an insane amount of chi from his body, all of it releasing in the form of water. It rushes outward from him as if god had suddenly decided this spot would now be a lake, and within moments the place is simply covered with water. It'll all evaporate moments later... but it won't be too good for Raizo. ...or the bystanders watching them actually, but Sergio usually doesn't pay to much attention to them.
COMBATSYS: Raizo endures Sergio's Forty Days and Forty Nights.
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Raizo watches Sergio for a few moments as he talks to himself. "You've got a lot to learn, young man," Raizo informs Sergio, starting to walk forward, perhaps for another attack. "Not every man with a white beard and a bald head is weak. Pay attention to those around you."
And then Sergio goes ahead and ignores that advice by DOUSING THE WHOLE AREA IN WATER. Well, it's certainly very impressive, Raizo will give him that. But it's perilous - not just to Raizo, even, but a thousand times moreso to those nearby who aren't quite fast enough to escape. And Raizo, rather than dodge or block, simply...keeps going. He strides in toward Sergio, eyes set on the taller man with a squint and an ominous glimmer. His lungs are burning - it hurts. A lot. But the water disappears before Raizo's lung capacity does, and Raizo takes two deep breaths, says, "You're an idiot, careless, AND annoying. YASHA GURUMA!" and then leaps at Sergio, his entire body SHEATHED in bright purple chi, while Raizo himself rolls up into a ball, with his claws extended outward, slashing, ripping, clawing and tearing at Sergio's precious, sweet, highly important /everything/.
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Sergio with Yasha Guruma.
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That attack has had bad luck for Sergio so far. It pummeled Soma pretty good, but Tran actually turned it back against him, and now Raizo just plows right through it! Well, at least it still did some damage, right? Sergio doesn't have much of a chance against this attack coming his way. Sure, he tries to defend himself, but the glowing energy and slashing claws are simply too much for him. No one has ever overwhelmed him with pure power as much as Raizo does in this moment. "RAAAAAAUUUUGH!"
He's quite simply blown away, thrown backwards and turned into a bloody red heap of slashmarks. He grits his teeth, tries to get up, and staggers once he's back to his knees. "I never said... you were weak!" He sure sounds weak himself, though. "You're just the strongest bastard I've ever met!" He's only really got one- Ok no, he doesn't have a chance. This is purely for retribution.
"You're strong, and tough as nails... but I ain't given up until the fat lady sings!" With one last, final draw of strength, Sergio summons up a massive wave of water that sweeps him up from behind, lifting him into it and surging him forward towards Raizo. But that's not all- behind Raizo is a second wave that seeks to pick him up and bring him right towards Sergio, a collision of the two waves all but inevitable.
COMBATSYS: Sergio can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sergio successfully hits Raizo with Unrealized Potential.
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Well somehow the attack goes incredibly, unbelievably right. The water sweeps the ninja right off his feet, the wave somehow containing his incredible mass. With both of the fighters contained in the waves, they crash together catastrophically, chi clashing with chi, swirling about and forming powerful eddies that tear into the principal, a complete maelstrom whose waters slosh high into the sky, reaching up even to some of the smaller skyscrapers. And while all this happens Sergio pulls both of his fists back, and then /slam/ them directly into Raizo's stomach as hard as he can manage, the water all evaporating around them as the pain overcomes him, causing him to slump to the ground.
Never let it be said that Raizo is always right.
SOMETIMES, sometimes, he underestimates things. So while the old maniac confidently strides onward toward Sergio, fully intending to simply ride through the new attack and finish this fight with a fist so far into Sergio's face that it makes an imprint on his BRAIN, he...fails.
Spectacularly.
The water smashes and tears at him, makes him at several points inflict his own monumental strength on his own person, bruising and bashing and generally making his life suck, and then Sergio is THERE, and Raizo's air is knocked out of him by Sergio's assault, and when the water evaporates and Sergio collapses, Raizo lands hard on his side, coughing.
It takes him about a minute before he's able to move.
"Hh..." the old man croaks, more of a huff than a word. Finally, though, he rolls over, onto his hands, standing up and pulling off his suit jacket, which he looks at with some annoyance. "I suppose..." he eventually manages, "...I asked for that." He takes another few moments, huffing and puffing to get breath into his lungs, and then slogs over to Sergio. "You're strong, young man," Raizo reports. "But let this be a lesson to you. You never know when you'll lip off to someone you can't handle...and not everyone is so kind as to leave you alone when you pass out."
And then Raizo demonstrates that he at least is, by stepping toward the Giant Persons Clothing emporium again, suit now slung over his shoulder, intending to get his bruises tended by Kyoko's fine staff as soon as he gets back.
Down on the ground, now completely unable to pick himself up, Sergio can do nothing more than stare up at Raizo as he picks himself up and speaks. "U...gh..." He doesn't even try to get up, this time. "Point well taken, sir." This is probably the first time in /years/ Sergio has called someone sir. If he ever has. He's glad Raizo is going to leave him well enough alone so he can pass out on the cool sidewalk before waking up and dragging himself home. Maybe next time he'll just say 'No, thankyou' when someone asks him if he needs help in a clothing store.
Log created on 00:03:52 10/27/2007 by Raizo, and last modified on 06:33:58 10/27/2007.