Description: A real clencher! Nagare versus Preston and Laila. Each one of them a fighter in their own right, all coming down to the southtown board walk. Part of the boardwalk itself gets destroyed during this fight, and a lot of water hijinx is had. PS: Don't let Nagare in the water. (Winner: Nagare)
Under the boardwalk, they'll be having some fun. On top of it though, there's a recipe for PAIN in the works.
Standing down one end of the boardwalk, the end designated for the 'challengers' is Preston Alistair Wellington the II. He's tall. He's made of muscle. And he's got an oar over one shoulder. Honestly, people should know who he is by now.
Clad in nothing but a pair of slacks, he's already limbering up, leaning this way and that as his impressive physique positively gleams in the sunshine from above. Winter may be approaching, but it's a beautiful day.
And we all know what U2 have to say about beautiful day's.
"About time for this thing to start, isn't it?" he grouses to no one in particular, squinting over at the organizers for the fight. They nod the affirmative. It's about time, indeed.
COMBATSYS: Preston has started a fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|
Laila is leaning against the side of the railing, flicking a cigarette idly off into the sand where some small child will get it in his or her eyes and cry. She looks mildly bored, but then, she might just have naturally half-lidded eyes. She sighs deeply, and straightens up, stepping over towards the enormously muscled man.
(That was a nice flex show he gave.)
"If he doesn't show, it's a little depressing," she says, looking down the boardwalk towards nothing in particular. "But I suppose it means we get the pot?"
COMBATSYS: Laila has joined the fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Laila
COMBATSYS: Laila has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Laila
COMBATSYS: Laila has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Laila 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Nagare's always signing up for this crazy thing! Why? Well, perhaps he's doing some investigation into the matters and affairs of who is running it, otherwise he's just here for an entirely different reason.
SCHOOL... SPIRIT. TAIYO STYLE. That and his love of swimming.
The perfect visage of masculinity, which is not to say Preston, but Nagare, struts towards where the two other are gathered, the board walk propper. But he's not coming from the sea, unlike one might imagine, he's coming from the beach towards the pier. Wearing nothing but a speedo and a jacket. Otherwise, he's fully decked out in fins for his hands and feet, lumbing slowly like a duck towards the two other contestants on the piece of paper he was given.
"Salutations!" Nagare Namikawa begins with a wave. "You must be... ahh... Laila and Mr. Wellington." He straightens up a little, "Nagare Namikawa. Nice to meet you." He offers a smile towards the others present, his flipper sticking in the boards a bit.
COMBATSYS: Nagare has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/-------|
It may well be the waft of cigarettes more than Laila's physical appearance (because privately, Preston's thinking she's a terrorist), but the Brit is thinking he may well get along with his tiny partner. Her question earns her a grunt. At least it isn't sour.
Finishing up with his stretches, Preston's just in time for the spectacle that is Nagare. The flippers earn a look. And then the man himself earns a 'are you fucking crazy?' look.
"Are you fuckin' crazy?" he responds to the greeting, his free hand gracing his hip. "You're gonna fuckin' fight wearin' those fuckin' things? Man, that's one set of fuckin' balls you must have there, son," Preston speaks his mind, as only someone as vulgar as he can. With a shake of his head, he steps back, awaiting the signal from the organizers. The first action won't be his, no no!
COMBATSYS: Preston takes no action.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/-------|
"Laila Ezzat," the Egyptian woman says. "It's a pleasure." She flicks the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with one heel, before tossing her head back and taking a deep breath to clear her mind. She flicks her wrist, and a thin bar of dark metal appears in the palm of her gloved hand.
She raises an eyebrow towards Nagare, head tilting to the side. She draws in another breath to let it out, slowly, and echoes Preston. "It's pretty unusual. I guess we'll have to see just how /practical/ it is, ourselves."
She is not really doing anything, either. However, the air around her is wavering, and both Preston and Nagare can probably tell that she's gathering her chi, whatever freakish form it may take.
COMBATSYS: Laila gathers her will.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/---====|
Nagare looks towards the both of him, his hands going to his hips to stand there, a righteous tower of manliness from head to flipper. He was going to do what he had to to help out! But he's not really fighting anything to help his school, yet at the same time, he is. Looking towards Preston, well, he sort of stammers when the man speaks up.
"Uh... I... Yes. Actually, it helps me fight. After training with them on for so long in the pool, I cannot remove them when they're so important to the style itself." Very important. "Aum..." No comment to the balls comment. Nagare was a man of high standing! And Preston was tall.
Quickly averting his looks towards Laila, he blinks. "It's not nice to smoke." Nagare says, "It'll turn your lungs black and you won't be able to do as many sports or breathe as well." As a coach in Taiyo, he's done this speech a few times. It's terrible Laila will have to listen.
If she wants.
And then the organizaers give the signal. Well, Nagare can't say no as the match starts. "Well, I'll just have to show you then. Now's a perfectly good time as any!" And with that, Nagare begins to slowly waddle his way towards Laila, his arms stroking through the air as he moves, akin to swimming through air.
Suddenly, one of those legs with flippers? It strikes out at Laila, flipper and all, looking very unconventional through out the entire kick. "No hard feelings!"
And the tall Brit simply shakes his head at all of this. "Well, whatever," he says from where he's taken a backwards step or five, awaiting the tell-tale sign that the fight has started!
With Nagare going for his plucky little terrorist assistant, Preston can't just stand around there. Lurching back into action, his bare feet thump across the boardwalk and straight for the swimmer; he seeks with a foot of his own, wanting to return the favor by placing his remarkably large, and remarkably dirty, appendage right into the face of Nagare!
"You think a little sayin' like 'no hard feelings' is gonna make us take you any more seriously? Look at you, son! You're a fuckin' joke!" Ouch, harsh. That's Preston, who despite his affinity for water, moves like a SANE man one would on land and in a fight -- fast, despite his bulk!
COMBATSYS: Laila blocks Nagare's Light Kick.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/=======|
That flippered foot is coming right AT Laila! Curses! She raises her arm as she goes limp, her body twisting with the blow as she lets herself spiral around, once, coming to rest for a moment against the side of the boardwalk. She shakes her hand out; the flipper had enough speed to it to put a nasty scratch on the arm. The other, of course, still holds the shuriken.
"Tsk tsk," she says with a tilt of the head. She twists her hand and something clinks in it as she crouches, turning partly away from Nagare. "I don't know, Preston... It's like the drunken master style, don't you think? Even if it's more like -"
She smiles sweetly as she looks at Nagare over her shoulder, eyes half-hidden by the hairscarf. "The seaman master style?" And THEN she moves, flipping her hand over her shoulder and sending three of those metal skewers at Nagare (and hopefully not Preston), the tips of them glowing a dull and inexplicable cherry red. Nagare will find out JUST what that means if he doesn't manage to swim his way out of their path!
COMBATSYS: Nagare endures Preston's Light Kick.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Laila successfully hits Nagare with Hot Rolling.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 1/-------/=======|
Well, this certainly was a swimming experience! As Preston comes towards Nagare, he attempts to use this to his advantage. The larger british man sends his own foot his way. Well, Nagare accepts the foot. Grabbing it with his arms, it comes down against his chest, crushing him momentarily.
"Sir! You should wash your feet more often!" Nagare emphasizes, calling towards the larger British man even through the pain. Meanwhile, he almost forgets about Laila, a mistake that he won't forget, as he's unable to escape her strike. Metal skewers zip through the air, eventually finding his back where they implant themselves heartily.
Theres a sharp pain that run through Nagare as he reacts offishly, almost hurling himself forward in response. "A joke, sir -- ugh! I... hey seaman master style?" Nagare's unable to stop all the quips through the pain, but he most certainly stop something. Something withing him tells him its time to not be a joke. Taiyo Spirit?! Perhaps.
Either way, he forces up upon the larger man, trying to hurl him and his foot higher before following up quick by diving backwards, into the air, the flippers whacking at Preston's figure as he does, followed up by water chi which Nagare produces as he swims, water chi being driven backwards and used to help him quick through the air, powerfully at Preston until he does a comeplete flip! It's like a cresent moon.
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Nagare's Flipper Roundhouse.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 1/-------/=======|
Heaving his dirty foot right into Nagare's chest, Preston notes that the target accepts it; and promptly utilizes it in an attempt to get the better of him! "Two can play at that game," he growls, leaning forward as he's tossed into the air.
Those flippers hurt; they're little annoying stings really, for the bulk of the damage comes from the after-effect, the chi that follows in the wake of each blow. And that crescent moon of chi does the bulk of the damage, sending the Brit even higher--!!
"Christ, I hate flying," Preston grouses as he rights himself, not about to be sent too far away from Nagare. Falling back down to earth, he lands heavily, the boardwalk creaking ominously as he stares at Nagare's back. Well, now he's all wet thanks to all of that water-chi.
"Christ, do you fuckin' wax?" he demands as he lumbers forward, a head of speed bringing him into play rather quickly; he seeks out the swimmer's neck, aiming to get a good, solid grip there -- and then he seeks to cow-tip the poor man, the oar swinging in behind Nagare's legs for a trip.
Should Nagare be forced into the ground, it will be hard; and followed up by a rather stinging blast of chi right to the torso, water-laced just as the swimmer's own is!
Laila is for the moment away from the center of the action; the sight of the two men pressing against each other, their bodies straining, bare muscles extended to their utmost and their inner essence, their potent energies, unleashed for all of the world to see -- and are they /wet/ now? Goodness, she thinks, leaning back against the railing and fishing out a cigarette and a match from her pocket. She doesn't light it, however, instead toying with it.
She does watch them closely... to, if nothing else, see if Nagare /does/ wax. Doesn't hair do something like lubricate the water around you? She thinks she read that in a sports magazine once.
COMBATSYS: Laila focuses on her next action.
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Preston 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 1/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Nagare blocks Preston's Keelhauling.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 1/-------/=======|
Nagare lands perfectly on his own two... flippers? When he comes down. As Preston is sent into the air, Nagare's pretty happy that it'll give him some time to think. But he doesn't keep his eyes off the man eve as he takes to the air. His flippers stay firmly planted against the boardwalk wood. And then the man lands. "It helps keep my laps quick!" The man admits. "Shouldn't you wash more often? You might catch something if you don't!"
And then Preston is all over him. It almost is remnisant of the olypics so long ago! When his neck is grabbed, Nagare's not one to let himself choke. As he fights, he plants his legs firmly until they're taken out. On the ground, a blast of water chi slaps him right in the chest, his arms up and covering, the boardwalk creeking underneath the blows!
But in the end, Nagare seems to slip out along the water chi, sliding up and into the air like a bird that flies on water. Swimming up only a yard or so, it'll have to do. "Watch out!" Nagare calls towards the 'R' agent as he comes down, water chi he used to get up there evaporating...
As he attempts to dive for the lady head first at the boardwalk?!
After the rascally Nagare seems to slip right out of his grip, Preston issues a growl of annoyance. He then takes things at his leisure, watching as the beflippered man manages to swim through the air. And then sends the next assault against Leila.
"Christ, they're back at it," he realizes. "They're back to puttin' me in fuckin' nautical matches." And then the Brit gets angry. He starts seeing the world through a film of red, as he considers how best to go about bringing that anger into physical form.
Guess he's gonna have to bring the pain.
Twirling the oar with both hands, he stomps forward once more. The boardwalk won't last much longer, and he thinks he knows just the thing to help that along; the oar is raised up high, and then slammed down into the ground.
Wedged between two boards, he grips the shaft and with a tremendous roar RIPS it upwards. High into the air the oar goes in front of him, but that's not the problem; the force unleashed ripples down the boardwalk, one board after the next shattering into a rain of deadly splinters that progress further, and further towards Nagare. If his timing's right, it should meet the falling target right after the potential impact with Laila!!
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Laila with Concrete Dive.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Nagare
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Laila 1/-======/=======|
Laila finds herself slammed into by a man of the sea with brutal force. She raises one arm to try and cushion herself, but it goes too high, and she is hit hard enough to make the boardwalk shake -- and in fact, she bursts through the railing, splintered lumber falling down the six feet to the beach front as she falls down, landing with a thump and a slightly choked groan.
But she doesn't stop. She rolls away, several full rotations despite what it does to her dress, and rises up to her feet as she reaches into her blouse, staring up towards Nagare. She holds up something more shapeless; a lead weight, one that likely weighs about two hundred grams.
Nothing happens for a second, and then she presses her fingers into the lead weight. The metal deforms, flowing, and Laila hisses at the momentary pain. But it's almost ready - and at the last moment she leaps towards the bare-naked man and aiming to slap him, harshly, on the side.
This would, under most circumstances, sting slightly. However, in this case, Nagare will have to deal with lead forced to a level of heat where it comes closer to putty or play-dough than any rational metal. This, of course, is likely to leave a mark.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Nagare with Devil Seam.
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Preston 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Laila successfully hits Nagare with Full Metal Madness EX.
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Preston 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/--=====|
Nagare is an upstanding swimmer. A nice man. Everything, the whole package! But his heart doesn't seem to be in fighting as much as others.
As the thundering roar comes, the force splintering towards him, Nagare is busily flipping and flopping about on the board walk, and maybe even on Laila for a second or two after he connects. It sends him reeling off of the 'R' lady, rollin across the rest of the board walk, splinters stuck in his skin here and there.
But he refuses to give up so quickly. Pulling himself up slowly, Nagare looks towards the others, eyes looking about before he gets back to his feet. Only to be SLAPPED. By lead weights even! His side reels, screaming at the damage done, his body and bones unable to take as much pressure she gives. But then she heats it up, causing the swimmer to wildly flop around like a fish until... plunk!
The man disappears into the waters below, small bubbles beginning to float upwards towards the surface. Bubbles, bubbles, and more bubbles. But then his face appears again, among the pieces of broken bridge below.
"So!" He breathes. "Who's ready for round two?" The man looks much more refeshed upon getting into the water. HOME FIELD ADVANTAGE?!
COMBATSYS: Nagare gains composure.
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Preston 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/--=====|
Whatever heart that beats within the heart of Nagare, it seems that Preston is intent on crushing it beneath his sizeable heel. A smirk crosses his face as the two-pronged assault proves true, driving the swimmer back from whence he came. "Round two? Let's just fuckin' end this," he smirks the words as he stares down the hole at Nagare. A glance is spared towards Laila though;
"What the fuck did you do there? I can smell burnt flesh."
His familiarity for burnt flesh aside, he opts to press the attack. Taking a running leap, he departs the board walk and moves down onto the beach. Moving even faster on the soft sand, he thunders towards the ocean and attempts to pluck Nagare right out of it, with his oar no less!
A thundering spear, after which he aims to drop Nagare back onto the beach!
That's an invitation for exposition. Laila tilts her head back and gives Preston a slightly wan smile. "You could say it's my special technique," she says. "Maybe I'll give you an introduction some time - but you're a clever man, so I'm sure that you'll be able to figure it out."
She watches as Preston strikes forwards, seeming content to stand by and observe. She doesn't go for another cigarette, although she does scratch the back of one leg with the toe of the other's shoe idly, reaching into her blouse again to draw out another of those bar-shaped shuriken to hold at the ready.
COMBATSYS: Laila gains composure.
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Preston 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Nagare
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COMBATSYS: Nagare interrupts Medium Strike from Preston with Breast Stroke Kick.
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Preston 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/---====|
Nagare has something good in the water. Perhaps a better sense of movement, or he can get to where he needs to go. Perhaps he's even stronger in the water, because he excels there. Something seemed to be fore sure. He wasn't going to go easy on anyone.
As Preston comes at him him with the oar, jumping down to the beach and aiming to fish him out with the paddle, Nagare wasn't going to let him touch him that easily! "End this? Well, you can certainly try!" he cries chipperly.
Preston manages to get the paddle under Nagare, but as he does, the man flips around, feet beginning to kick even as the oar strikes the already burnt pieces of skin, causing some relatively bad pain, added with the splinters, it stings a monumental amount. But Nagare thrashes as he gets close to the beach and Preston, kicking out with his fins, the water chi added to smack him in the face. It's almost comical! Probably not for Preston. But Nagare gets away! Back into the water even. Plunk!
He looks towards the lady as he surfaces once more. "It most certainly was on fire. It felt as if I was a fish in a cooking pan!"
There's a brief look of surprise on the look of Preston's face as his assault on Nagare is cut short -- very, very short, as it turns out! Sent reeling by that flippery kick, he lands with his butt on the sand. But he doesn't stay down for long, oh no.
Getting back to his feet, he hears what Nagare has to say to his teammate. "Oh, fuck this, I'm not gettin' paid enough to listen to fuckin' puns," he growls, twirling the oar once more. Hand over hand, the shaft rotates, his background as a staff-fighter coming to the fore as he considers his options. They need to either get Nagare back onto dry land... or force him even further out to sea!
"Let's try this then," he growls, and stomps out. If Nagare won't come out willingly, and the oar isn't enough, then he'll simply have to lend a hand! Once he's ankle deep, the cuffs of his slacks wet, he lifts the oar high into the air.
And since the swimmer is so cheerfully surrounded by it, the water begins to manifest a definite feeling of chi directly beneath him! With a massive splash-boom, the water-chi erupts upwards, aiming to send the man high into the air!
At the same moment, should Nagare be caught, Preston launches himself high as well. His aim is simple; meet Nagare in mid-flight, and then slam him back into the beach with the oar buried deep into the belly! Could be painful! Should be too!
Laila doesn't correct Nagare's misapprehension, instead smiling at him. She draws her hand back, waiting for a moment as Preston turns himself and OH what a sight it is, really, all that meat rippling in unison. She tilts her head to the side as that water erupts -- and at the apex of the potential rise, she flings that shuriken in her hand!
It doesn't glow, it doesn't sear with heat, it doesn't do anything but fly through the air like a piece of metal with a carved tip that was probably worked on some machine lathe. And, hopefully, it will punch a hole in Nagare! If not a big one.
COMBATSYS: Nagare dodges Preston's Azimuth Circle.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Nagare dodges Laila's Thrown Object.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Nagare
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Laila 0/-------/---====|
But what if Nagare won't come out PERIOD?! Yeah, that's Nagare this moment. Water ninja.
As Preston swears, Nagare just shakes his head. "Mister, you have anger issues! I think you should talk to one of our counslers at Taiyo High School." Nagare smiles, having dropped his own school in there somewher, now he hat to get out of the way. The British man is getting rather closer rather quickly! And as as Preston forces the water to come up about him... Nagare swims, around the massive flash boom?! Very much so! As he does, he swims, moving up around and around. As Preston lurches towards him, Nagare fires himself out of the water again... towards the water belo!
With a splash, Nagare barely misses the oar he had to get through, and now, comes up again, closer towards Laila this time, only to see a small metal blade whizz towards his head! With a quick jerk back, the shurkien flies past. That was close! "You could put an eye out with that, miss." Nagare informs Laila as Preston comes back towards the ground!
Won't he be surprised as Nagare gets closer towards the beach, and in the shallows, pushes his hands down into the earth, actually kicking water and water chi at him at once! Will the water eat away at its user? Perhaps!
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Preston with Splash Kick.
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Perhaps Nagare won't be coming out -- but it seems that way, indeed, as both attacks fail against the remarkably nimble water-based Nagare! "Really need to get him the fuck out of the water," Preston grouses. Of course, things just go bad for him as he plummets back down to the soft sand though. The water-based double-pronged water assault hits him dead on, despite his last-second attempt to defend himself!
Landing on his back again, the Brit decides that, no sir, he doesn't like this. "Oh fuck this," he grumbles, collecting his oar as he stamps back to his feet. Without further adieu, he steps over to where a couple of spectators are resting with their chairs and umbrellas.
Seizing the latter, he rips it out of the ground. And wielding both umbrella and oar, he leaps out into the water, a massive stretch of land covered as he splashes into the sea -- and aims to simply knock the crap out of Nagare the old fashioned way!
Blunt trauma!
Laila tilts her head to the side and reaches into her blouse again. She tugs out a similar piece of carved metal and slides her feet out of her heels, walking down towards the ocean side - she doesn't dive in yet.
"You're very right," she says, before flinging that self-same piece of metal previously referred to out towards Nagare - in this case aiming for the back of his legs! Why? Well, maybe she's thinking safety first, or she's trying to make him bleed so sharks will come.
COMBATSYS: Nagare blocks Preston's Fierce Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Nagare dodges Laila's Thrown Object.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Nagare
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Nagare couldn't keep this up forever, could he? Perhaps maybe if he stays in the water as long as this fight continues. It seems to be a good luck charm for him. As Preston continues to flail at Nagare, he doesn't seem to want to go without a fight!
Nagare makes a sound, a rather gutteral moan that Preston continues to swear up a storm like a salty fisherman. Well, if he wants to do that that's good for him. Nagare just stops commenting on it. Preston is coming, and fast. With the two at once, both umbrella and chair, Nagare raises his flippers in defense, the powerful poles whacking against his arms and fins, but he's drove backwards in the sand, kicking up shells and sea weed in his wake. Loosing some of his balance, he immidiately begins to fall backwards, only to kick off of the ground -- and luckily escape the other piece of metal from Laila, as he dives back into the water. AGAIN.
It really does seem like if he's near the water, he's not going to leave any time soon. Maybe calling the sharks on Nagare might be a good way to end it.
Still... when Nagare does reappear, he... he seems to be holding something in his hands! And... is that a manta ray? Where did he find that... "I'm sorry I've been ignoring you! Here however, catch this!" And the manta ray is tossed right towards Laila. The big, fat fish.
Yeah, definitely get him out of the water.
However much of a salty seamen Preston proves to be, he seems largely unstoppable -- almost like a juggernaut! An offensive one at that, given his vulgarity. There's a wordless roar of rage as he seeks to simply smash Nagare down into a fine paste.
But alas, it isn't enough. Plucky as ever, the swimmer turns to nearby sea-life for an additional defense; and they've no Krizalid to summon a whale on their behalf! "Oh, will you fuck off with the stupid water hijinks!" he roars again, words as he discards the broken umbrella and instead takes up his oar once more.
Definitely at home with the weapon, regardless of his location, he stomps through the water, kicking it up with every movement. But no, no; it's not the water that Nagare needs to watch out for.
It's the sudden plummet of that oar, aiming to catch him square in the stomach, and then with a mammoth hoist send him flying through the air -- ideally for Laila to capitalize!
COMBATSYS: Laila blocks Nagare's Large Thrown Object.
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Crikey!
Laila's eyes widen at the sight of the incoming piscatory delight. This one is a big one and it's got a stinger, and so she crosses her arms in front of her; as the thing flops on her, it doesn't manage to sting, although Laila, in a faint shudder of fish-fear, gets sliced by scales and the emphasis of trying to kick the thing back into the surf. Even "R" doesn't support killing wildlife, not without cause anyway.
She then breathes in, staying clear of the high tide line of the surf and showing signs of those flickering, wavering patches of air around herself again. "This is getting pretty ridiculous," she says. She then lifts her voice: "Get back on land! This is a fight, not antisub warfare!"
COMBATSYS: Laila gathers her will.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Nagare
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COMBATSYS: Nagare blocks Preston's Bunting Tosser.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1 Nagare
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Laila 1/-----==/=======|
Unexpectedly, Preston might find out that Nagare's really hard to dislodge from the water - if he hadn't already learned that.
As the oar comes for him, he doesn't attempt to get out of the way. Instead, he grabs a holds of the end, and when Preston attempts to send him flying!! He holds one. Looking down towards Preston, wrapped around the oar, he shakes his head. "I'm using the ocean and its vast giving bounties. I cannot say anything more than that."
Presumably Preston's going to either hurl him or bring him back to crush him, so Nagare lets go, letting himself back backwards into the water, still hurt from the close call Preston gave him, his head crashing against the oar mid way.
Now, in the water once more, he lays back. Hands behind him and fins forward, Preston is not going to want to be here. As Nagare begins to kick, he looks towards Laila. "Just a minute mam!" He's winding down, it shows, but he's not giving up just yet. As he feet kick, more and more waves seem to come. The force of the strike is like facing a miniature tidel wave, pushing against you all the way. Waterchi and flippers. Flippers and water chi.
Either way, Nagare uses Splash Attack.
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Preston with Super Splash Kick.
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To cut a long story short, the most useless Pokemon in existence has just felled Preston.
Now to write the a medium length story about it. The wave is indeed like a crushing tidal force, and everybody saw what crazy hijinks that caused a few years back! "Fuck!" is all Preston manages as he's swept up in it, flippered to death. What an enjoyable dolphin that is.
The wave mellows out, but Preston is no where to be seen. Has he been given a watery grave, like his family is destined to?!
BUT NO, JIMMY, WHAT'S THAT UNDER THE WATER?!
Roaring up out of the water like Rambo, Preston gives out a rather slow-motion cry as he moves in for one last, definitive stroke.
He aims to slam his remarkably hairless head down into Nagare's chest, to gore him like the proverbial bull that he is. And should he manage that, the swimmer can expect one heck of an uppercut, oar in hand, just like the bull clearing the poor rodeo clown from his horns!
And either way, he falls over after that, floating facedown in the water.
COMBATSYS: Preston can no longer fight.
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Laila 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Nagare
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Nagare with Bull of Barney.
- Power hit! -
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Laila 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Nagare
As the power of the Splash Attack is unleashed and Preston gives his final strike, Laila's eyes widen as these two titans of the sea battle it out, long potent shafts raising and falling down towards one another. Forceful - but ultimately...
Spent.
Laila waits a few moments, another bar shuriken in her hand. She also steals a glance back up the boardwalk for the nearest lifeguard's rack; those will have life preservers, right? Or should she just let them wash back up?
COMBATSYS: Laila takes no action.
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Laila 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Nagare
Now, Nagare would usually call it quits here. But he has something to prove! That good can conquer those who don't swear and has a great swim coach. But then, something comes from under the water as Preston is swept away.
GODZILLA?! No. It's Preston. Again. Nagare's speechless as he attempts to raise his arms up in defense, but its just too late. Preston's hairless head slams into Nagare's chest, and then a terrible uppercut sending the man reeling towards the beach. Laying there, Nagare seems to begin choke on a small bit of water, but he doesn't let that stop him.
Beginning to pump his own chest instead of lying there, he's attempting a very familiar move for a lifeguard.
This may make Preston feel a bit unhappy.
Either way, Nagare is weak. But he's trying to change that. Even as Laila walks away.
Laila senses something is wrong while she's pulling the life preserver off the lifeguard's tower. She then - no, she thinks, that was pretty brutal.
He couldn't.
He wouldn't.
She turns her head slowly, to see the crazy swim man administering brutal CPR to himself to revive his waterlogged life functions. Her mouth opens slightly, and then, without further ado, she hucks the life preserver at his head.
She puts a lot of force into this, and it's one of the hard shelled models. The down side? It's big, and she's throwing it quite a long distance.
COMBATSYS: Nagare dodges Laila's Large Thrown Object.
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Laila 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Nagare
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Nagare with CPR.
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Laila 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Nagare
He does.
Nagare, barely getting himself up, administers CPR to himself rather quickly. It's enough to help him out, give him the boost he needs to continue, but it definitely isn't going to magically heal him there and then. It's more of a 'recesitate and get up' kinda thing. Once through, Nagare does manage to get up, the life preserver bouncing right where his head should be. Cocking it to the side, the heavy model lays down next to him.
"Thanks," he huffs, getting back up albiet breathing terribly. "I don't need it right now, though." He responds, bending down to pick it up again. "Here!" he calls, chucking it right back at her, "You can put it back so nobody trips on it!"
He's just being a nice civilian. But forgetting about Preston for the moment.
Well, he used water. He'll be fine.
COMBATSYS: Laila blocks Nagare's Large Thrown Object.
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Laila 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Nagare
Preston is indeed busy enjoying things better down where it's wetter.
Laila is struck upside the head with a large thrown object, which bounces to the side; she staggers, but shakes her head once as the blow's force is dissipated. It stung, but perhaps her chi protected her; that, or, well. It's a life preserver; what are you expecting?
"I suppose," she says as she steps forwards, "that this isn't over yet, then?" She twirls a piece of metal in her hand - and considers something for a single moment. Could she? Would she? Is he going to be dumb enough?
There's only one way to find out. "Hey, catch," she says, tossing the metal bar in a graceful underhand throw towards Nagare. She doesn't mention that she's heating it while it's in flight.
COMBATSYS: Nagare endures Laila's Iron Butterfly!
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Laila 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Nagare
As Laila begins, Nagare shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. Don't worry though. You're doing very well for yourself! And we have to get Mister..." he pulls a piece of paper out of his imaginitive pocket, "I can't read. It's all damp and wet." Nagare shuffles the paper back as he looks towards Laila once more, shuffling the sand some more as he walks towards her, albiet still sloppy.
And that question? Yes, Nagare's dumb. Or at least, acts that way. He's rather sage like in some things. But other than swimming, well, he has some issues. Grabbing a hold of the metal bar as it's thrown, he immidiately feels its warmth. Passing it over towards the other hand doesn't help either!
Dropping it, however, does. With his hands scarred and burning, the same burning flesh they smelt before hand, Nagare breathes deeply, hanging on by a threat still. "That wasn't very nice." Nagare says plainly as he begins to run towards Laila.
He's not going to rest, but instead, teach her a lesson or two about pulling a fast one on people.
By spinning while he's next to her, attempting to send her flying into the air, battering her with his flippers and water chi as it resembles a cresent, wattery moon! He's really tired, but he's gotta keep trying!
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Laila with Flipper Roundhouse.
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Laila 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0 Nagare
With an enormous splash, Laila goes flying backwards, sprawling on the dirt - well, sand - amid a shower of water. She doesn't get up right away; in fact, she coughs after a few moments, rolling to one side afterwards. She breathes in deep through her nose, and twists her arm around.
She then turns her head to look up at Nagare. "If you want to play nice," she says, "go play video games." And then she flicks her arm forwards --
A shuriken comes flying out, possibly on some kind of a spring loader. It starts hissing as it flies, the residual droplets of water in the air from both Nagare's chi manifestation and the proximity fo the water making it clear that yes -- this is YET ANOTHER hot chunk of metal...
And it's aimed right at Nagare's solar plexus.
COMBATSYS: Nagare dodges Laila's The Riddle of Steel.
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Laila 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Nagare
Steel = Hot. Catching steel = Burned hands. Nagare has learned his lesson. He's staying the hell away from any more of those shurikens that fly at him. This includes the springloaded kind. Even in his weakned state, something changes in the Taiyo swim coach.
Maybe he's just more alert, but the instincts that he learned while swimming, to be aware of everyone around you, had helped her. And it feels just like he's there again. "Some people play video games, but I would prefer to swim instead!" Nagare insists as he begins to swim. But not just swim, an entirely 'newbie' swimming manuever.
Around the shurkine he flies, the small hot chunk of metal whoosing out from his side and barely cutting him. He can even feel the strength and speed behind it, added with the heat. He's glad he got by that one.
Heading right for Laila, the Taiyo Swim start continues his short stint swim, water chi disappearing rapidly. He's still swimming at her either way. Hands and fins thrashing rapidly.
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Laila with Dog Paddling.
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Laila 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Nagare
Oh for the love of Allah, Laila thinks as the fins and brutal flailing arms smash into her delicious Turkish - well, Egyptian - delight of the body. It forces her down into the sand, and she feels herself starting to fade out; she's not sure if she's passing out or if she's just going to flop bonelessly.
But as she goes down, she suddenly jerks, aiming a sudden swift kick up at Swim Boy's speedo. The last gasp of defiance!
COMBATSYS: Laila can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Nagare blocks Laila's Strong Kick.
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The swift kick is certainly given to Nagare. He lands and instanly, BAM, a boot to his ass. It hurts, terribly even. He rubs his butt, breathing heavily. If he wasn't out of water one would think Nagare was drowning.
"Good fight. You'll be a good fighter in time. You just have to keep practicing." He says towards Laila as she falls towards the sand. He looks for Preston... wait where is Preston. Oh god he forgot about Preston.
"One moment... miss." Nagare states as he fumbles towards Preston and the sea.
Once he gets him, that is, if he doesn't pass out trying to rescue the large british man, he'll have to perform CPR and his duties as a life guard.
It's a good thing SNF has a medical staff to help Nagare out in times of weakness.
But for now, he's just going to help, and then, probably pass out for a few good hours. Days? Who knows. He's beat. This was definitely a challenge.
COMBATSYS: Nagare has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:20:03 11/10/2007 by Nagare, and last modified on 09:41:59 11/18/2007.