Description: Stasya stops by the Gedo High courtyard, looking for the one member of her new team she hasn't already met. Despite still being in a cast, Kenji proves amenable to a spar-- and shows that, even still recovering from injury, he certainly deserves his place in Guardian Kings.
Today marks the height of the return of the young man that was sent away on a journey full of peril and terror, a grand quest where he better strengthened the legend of Missile Fist Ashima, the blazing youth from Osaka that singlehandedly fought off hundreds of men and women with guns and fire left his body wracked with bullets, holes, cuts and gashes, and that obnoxiously broken left forearm of his. And in such a time, it is very important for someone to get back to their very important work!
Being a secretary.
And for that, taking notes and papers and listening to the complaints and requests of a few of the larger students of Gedo High is young Kenji Ashima, one of the very few people in the school that actually wears the yellow uniform. On one of the benches assigned as a congregating place for students is where he's seated, backpack propped against his foot and one leg drawn up across the opposite knee to create a small spot to prop a clipboard and papers, books.
Considering how clean-cut and 'normal' he looks, he should probably be getting picked on a whole lot more-- if at all, especially when sitting out in the open.
As the few students disperse, it leaves Kenji a whole lot more time to get back to writing things down, reading paperwork and minutes-- catching up on what he had missed being on the Suiryuu, given that he didn't take advantage of the ship's oft-taken stops to port to pick up his paperwork from the student council or to grab all of his homework. Bringing his left arm up, the sleeve of his uniform jacket is just barely loose around the form of a cast on his forearm, using the plaster-shelled heel of his hand to scratch idly at his cheek. Brown eyes hesitate on the notes and wording-- and with a grunt and 'gah,' he starts piling the papers into a folder and stuffing it all into his backpack.
He'll deal with this when he gets home...
As he stands up, his phone starts blasting the hard rock themesong of some obscure television show-- and flipping it open, he regards his sister with two words:
"No, Sakuya."
And then slaps it shut.
Stasya has been watching Kenji for some time now, perched some distance away on one of the low walls ringing the courtyard and listening with mild interest to the queries and complaints her fellow students have to bring. She'd picked a spot somewhat behind Kenji, so the secretary had not noticed her; but that just means that when the boy finishes his work, packing up and getting up, Stasya has to hurry a little to get him before he goes.
She slips down from her spot on the wall, padding up quietly just behind the secretary. She's been curious to meet the last member of the team she's just been press-ganged onto... and she has to say that the physical description doesn't seem to match the impression she'd got from descriptions of him and his style. She squints thoughtfully at his back only a moment, before she announces her presence rather directly.
"Ashima Kenji?" Culturally aware as ever, though her words are rather heavily accented. The girl stands there casually in the wake of her inquiry, one hand sliding up to the strap of her sidebag, her blonde head canted slightly.
Tucking the phone back into his pocket, Kenji seems to be getting ready to head along, off on his way-- but then his ears pick up the sound of angels, the voice of someone that was lingering and waiting for his presence. Has he won a contest with a ten million yen reward? Did his younger sister move out? Are his parents taking him to that -bitchin'- restaurant tonight?
-Better-.
"Aaah! You must be Voronkova," he says, his own accent stumbling on the syllables a little bit. Hooking his thumbs into the straps of his backpack and elbows cocked out a bit, the third member of the Guardian Kings offers a most pleasant smile and short, polite bow. "Yes, I'm Kenji. I heard about you from Tenma. He got you the same way, huh?"
Stasya waits for the other boy to acknowledge her first, just so she knows what Kenji prefers in terms of greeting. At the slight bow, the girl returns it: her hand shifting to cling on to the strap of her bag a little more firmly to prevent it from slipping. Straightening up, she slants Kenji a bit of an appraising look, more than mere sight going into that assessment. For a moment, she forgets to emote-- and then she remembers, and her expression relaxes into a smile.
"Yes, I see Tenma has told you about me." That, or he's heard about her through the grapevine; female students, much less white female students, are a rare thing at Gedo. "You can be calling me what he does, or you can call me Stasya. Is shorter."
As to that... "Same way?" The girl looks briefly puzzled, before an 'ah!' crosses her face and she nods. "Oh, he must have been recruiting you through a fight also. Da. I was in his spaces, I think, and he did not like that. I think I gave him good enough fight, though, that he would be wanting me on his team." She squints at Kenji a bit after this short tirade of haphazard Japanese. "You must have given him good fight also."
Kenji looks a little thin, but his uniform hangs a bit loose-- and the added layer of the yellow jacket doesn't help to show what his build is like. And his hands-- his right hand looks a little rough and toughened up, but none of it adds up to the pleasant face he has, nor what he's doing in the halls of Gedo. He's not as perpetually cheerful as Hakuya, either...
But for the moment, Kenji is quite happy. "Stasya it is! It's nice to meet you, finally."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Kenji's eyes drift off elsewhere. "Yeah, that's how it happened. He saw me, I saw him, he hit me with that creepy blood sword thing, I ... punched him as hard as I could..." His head tilts from side to side, the story told with a degree of nonchalance. But did he give Tenma a good fight? "Yeah, I guess I did! We were all on that Suiryuu for that tournament that just ended, too. Sorry I didn't come greet you earlier, I've just been buried under a buttload of work since I got back."
Pause.
"And then Tenma dragged me to Wales for a Saturday Night Fight." Yes, with his left arm in a cast.
"Ahhh, you were on that boat." Pause. "--ship. I was seeing it on the news very frequently, especially in later parts when it was attacked. It looked very dangerous. I am impressed you three all were there-- also that Tenma got very far in such a tournament." It was, in fact, where she first recognized Tenma and his teammates from. She follows fighting news rather closely, and the boys have made some minor name for themselves as of late.
Yes, it seems she's gotten onto a decent team after all. This is what she tells herself -now-, at the least, before she's had to spend too much time chilling with the boys in their natural element.
But the girl already knows enough not to look surprised that Tenma would drag a team member across the world even if said teammate was in a cast. "...Yes, Tenma seems very demanding." Another pause. "...and coarse, and rough. Not that it is bad. But both you and Hakuya seem quite nice--" or in Hakuya's case, -too- nice, "--I am surprised Tenma has made a team of people that do not seem very like him." Whatever it case, it seems to be working out, anyway.
"Hahaha. Yeah, Tenma can be a bit of a butthead. He's still a nice guy down at the core, you ... just have to look for it, with shovels and a back-end loader." Kenji stands to be grinning at this point; making fun of his 'captain' is a little rude, but he's doing it with a positive message and slant. Yes, Tenma's a jerk. But you can stick by him.
Hands shifting down to slide into his pockets, Kenji looks a little more relaxed-- in his element. He's talking to a girl, he's got no apparent worry (yet) that he'll get his head taken off. Like when he met Kasugano or when he first met Himeko, it seems to be going all too well.
But he doesn't notice that.
"But I don't think Tenma grabbed me for my sparkling personality," he says, pulling forth his right arm and presenting his hand wadded up into a hard fist. "Maybe he did, I dunno. But we get along fine!" The only thing Kenji has to worry about is trying to introduce a street tough and a super super super nice guy to his parents, the day they all decide to go to his place. "I hope that we do, too."
Stasya looks puzzled for a moment as she takes a second to parse the jokes. Once she's mentally translated it to Russian, her look of brief confusion soon relaxes into one of amusement.
The basic message of Kenji, however, was not one she needed any time to figure out. "Ah! Yes. But I am not having to look for it," she replies cryptically, a faint smile lingering about her face. Stasya, if anyone, doesn't really have to dig to get a more thorough 'impression' of others than most. "I know it is there, though the part of him that is asshole is much stronger."
A light shrug is essayed when Kenji expresses doubts as to Tenma's appreciation for his personality. She finds the boy personable enough-- and assumes such a trait to be virtually required, as a matter of fact, given his station in the student council. "I think we will get along," is what Stasya has to say on the matter of her and Kenji. From what she can see, the boy is a laid-back sort, far more easygoing than the prickly Tenma or the confrontational Brazilian girl Stasya had met on the Gedo roof.
Stasya is quiet a moment then, looking at Kenji thoughtfully. With a slight shake of her head, she finally voices her thoughts: "I should be liking to spar you sometime. I know the style of Tenma and Hakuya, but I have not seen yours. I am curious." Her gaze travels to the cast still wrapping Kenji's arm. "But perhaps we should be waiting until later. You must be tired, being dragged to Wales in cast." A pause. "...how did that go?"
At Stasya's summary of Tenma's personality, Kenji laughs-- and he doesn't hide it behind his hand, he doesn't clamp his mouth shut. She says it aloud, and god -damn- it's funny to him. But the Gedo student, he's a hearty sort-- and with a smooth shrug of his shoulders, he shifts his backpack off and hooks it around his elbow, dropping it onto the courtyard path.
"A little of column 'A' and a little of column 'B' ... Tenma and I beat the nerdy guy, Tenma got beat by the hot lady, I beat the hot lady but we both kinna ended up on our backs at the end of it." If the epic ballad of Kenji and Shihong seems brief, it's only because he never managed to get that woman's number, as if he had ever had a chance.
"I'm a tender and frail little flower, but I'll be fine. I've had worse."
His thumbs hook into the pockets of his pants, his body looking absolutely relaxed-- his eyes are alert, but his body language-- it speaks otherwise.
"And then afterward, we can go have a cup of coffee at the little shop down the road."
Stasya is a blunt sort like that. If she's thinking something, it's unlikely she'll keep it to herself if she feels like saying it. Her past has long since rendered her somewhat intolerant of people who can't just be up front. And besides, it's not like it's either untrue or particularly harmful for her to say such a thing about Tenma. Everyone knows it, anyway.
Kenji seems to find it funny, anyway, in the way that truths are. And Stasya returns his laughter with a hint of a grin, listening to the boy's summary of the SNF. Sounds like a knockdown for all parties involved... or, in other words, 'a lot of fun.' Certainly there are aspects of fighting that are ugly and grim, like the events that transpired on Jinchuu. Stasya isn't unaware of such things, being a child unusually aware of her own mortality. But there are parts of fighting that are fun, that are thrilling, and that make one feel truly alive. That's what Stasya is in it all for... despite how much her father might worry about her interest in professional fighting.
There's also that part of Stasya that wants the strength to be able to defend herself and her own, should such become necessary. Because as she can sometimes tell... her family isn't all that safe, despite having left the criminal world. People hold grudges for a long time.
Kenji does seem up to a spar, however, even despite the cast on his arm. His willingness draws a half-smile from the girl, her own bag slipping from her shoulder as she shoves it and its load of books aside. Her own posture loosens, seeming to relax; though in truth, she is as ready as he is. "Then. If you are sure..." She waits, her grey eyes half-lidding as she reads into Kenji's loose stance.
COMBATSYS: Stasya has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kenji has joined the fight here.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Stasya
COMBATSYS: Stasya takes no action.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Stasya
And so it shall be! Kenji's stated numerous times that he doesn't want to get dragged into fights. He doesn't want to get into more brawls, he doesn't want his old days in Osaka coming back to haunt him. Still, the Missile Fist has been known around the halls of Gedo from his first day-- and also his subsequent election into the student council.
And there he stands, in all his glory.
Watching Stasya carefully, his footing shifts-- and with a swift step forward, Kenji's good arm hooks around, all intents on plowing Stasya in the gut with a most unforgiving strike. But contrary to the look in his eyes, there's a little hesitation in his movements-- like he's got more hidden away in that arm, but he has yet to uncase it. "Urragh!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Stasya with Strong Punch.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Stasya
Stasya's watching the boy rather carefully, all told. Her grey eyes stay on Kenji with the carefulness of a girl accustomed to letting the opponent strike first so she can gauge style. But every so often, she gets a bit thrown off. That extrasensory perception of hers is at turns a hindrance -and- a help, given that she's not yet refined it to a level where it would be totally reliable and stay out of the way when it's unwanted. Her head tilts slightly as she abruptly picks up some hint of disparity between Kenji's outward demeanor and his inward, face turning slightly in listening abstraction--
--and Kenji lunges. Stasya snaps back to the here and now a moment too late. The boy gets in under her attempted guard, and Stasya hisses out a breath as she skids backwards, stance lowering slightly as she braces to stop.
For a moment she simply pauses, resettling herself: and then she snaps into a pair of kicks, a butterfly kick leading into a quick flash kick. Neither kick is meant to connect, however: each time she swipes her leading leg, red energy sparks and slings off each kick in the form of a half-circle of arrowing blades. The first arc whips out horizontal to the ground: the second, perpendicular.
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Stasya's Chandrahas.
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Kenji 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Stasya
While Kenji has no advantages or disadvantages given to him by powers beyond the norm, he's got a solid right hook-- and that's served him pretty well so far. Like now, when Stasya buckles under the force of his fist. His followthrough is practiced and strong, only pulling back after Stasya scoots from the momentum transferred.
And -- blades. More strange powers.
It burns the senses, a harsh pain brought on like the one he just recently felt in Wales. He says nothing, but the look of curiosity and discomfort is hard to deny, his forearms braced to absorb the blow-- and bits of his cast even splintering off. Kenji steps back in one more time.
In a most curious turn of events, the young man's right arm almost flows as if it were a piece of floppy rubber, but the telegraphed path his fist is taking is clear-- he's going to punch Stasya in the chest. But unlike the prior blow, Kenji's right arm has a certain tension to it-- rough, unpolished, and -hard-. Like being punched with a slab of granite or a sledgehammer, a whole lot of force is seeking transfer to Stasya's body!
COMBATSYS: Stasya blocks Kenji's Missile Fist.
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Stasya
Stasya recovers from her attack, recentering herself after her backflip. She doesn't offer any clarification to the look of curiosity in Kenji's eyes, but her own expression tightens a bit at the spike of pain she can feel off him. It's rough sometimes, when your energy only ever manifests as cutting edges. It's tough not to hurt other people, and Stasya sometimes worries that the form her psi takes will eventually desensitize her to the pain of others as surely as it's desensitized her to her own.
She doesn't have much time to worry about such abstract things, however. She has to get through this fight first. Kenji comes back in with another swift blow, but this time Stasya sees a difference to it. She can see how much force is behind that deceptively-slack motion. She guards instantly, this time making no error, her crossed arms taking the brunt of the blow. She still slides back a bit from how much force was behind it.
Her arms stinging, Stasya elects not to use them for a moment. She slides back forwards, quick on the uptake, and tries to snap a hard crescent kick up at the side of Kenji's head.
COMBATSYS: Kenji dodges Stasya's Heavy Kick.
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Stasya
Unfortunately for the Russian transfer student, someone like Kenji's been very well inocculated to getting kicked in the head. Even against a Chinese goddess in shoes that had a net worth greater than his entire outfit that day in Wales, he managed to defend himself-- and he does much the same now, leaning himself backwards and pushing off hard. His sneakers scuff on the sidewalk as he launches, getting a bit more than arm's length distance from his new teammate, and--
Screams.
"URRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
His hand angled toward the ground, an obnoxiously -bright- chi explodes from that space between the ground and his palm, ripping up the length of his arm and trumpeting upward and outward in a feral burst, the energy and light raging and howling in that white-blue light. If it were midnight, he would probably be visible from the rooftops of buildings blocks away, and people would be able to see well enough in that light to balance their checkbooks.
Kenji's good arm pulls up and back in the wake of that light, focusing it along his arm and back towards his fist.
"Heh heh..."
COMBATSYS: Kenji gathers his will.
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Kenji 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Stasya
Stasya notes Kenji's choice to slip back some distance away from her, and so she follows clear through with her whiffed kick: swinging rapidly back around to a ready stance. It's faster to do that than it is to try to stop or reverse her momentum.
Her eyes focus back on Kenji the first instant she can-- which soon proves to be somewhat dangerous. Stasya abruptly looks away in the first few moments of that brilliant burst of light, not wanting to be blinded; she herself has a move that is obnoxiously bright for the purpose of blinding opposition, and she is quick to recognize the tactic in others. Her own attack has a follow-up, and so she's slid instantly into a guarded position: when Kenji fails to attack, however, she presently looks back at him with a bit of a crooked smile.
"Is very impressive," she notes, briefly, before she starts advancing. Most people would not outright approach a guy who just exploded a column of power from his arm; Stasya, however, does not appear to be most people, potentially to her detriment. Her slow advance turns into a weaving, oblique -rush- straight at Kenji. Her own crimson energy spikes, flares of psi unsheathing from her hands and knuckles in numerous vicious edges and spikes, and she tries to lay right into Kenji with a series of rapidfire punches and strikes with the heels of her hands.
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Stasya's Angurva'del.
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Kenji 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Stasya
The bright blue glow is his pride and joy, the brilliant light-- that 'fire of his soul,' as he calls it to some. A reflection of Kenji himself, perhaps...?! That glow focuses and shifts, though ultimately toward his fist-- and what timing, all things considered.
Her ducking, weaving-- and then her rapid blows, each with that strange, powerful force. It puts the young man on guard, struck and stuck with those lancets of psi power as his hands and forearm do whatever's possible to keep him from taking too much damage-- striking the heels of his hands to the middle of her palms, hard downward chops, or even just soaking it into his forearm, keeping the stress off his left arm.
Without moving away, the built-up energy in his arm suddenly surges downward to his hand while he reaches out in that point-blank distance to grab at Stasya, by the neck, and give her a mild shove-- but still holding onto her. "UuuuuuuuuuRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH-!!"
The chi in his fist lances itself into the Russian girl, seeking to literally launch her into the air a good twenty feet and ... well, landing will be entirely up to her!
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Stasya with Sky High Rocket.
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Kenji 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Stasya
Point-blank distance, indeed. Stasya had come in quite close to tear into her teammate like that, and stayed in close at the finish. It soon proves to act towards her detriment when Kenji-- who had simply settled in to take those blows in a manner as nondamaging as possible-- reacts instantly, snatching forwards to snare Stasya's throat in his hand. And then--
--the girl is blasted back by that damnable chi force, an energy as painful to her as her psi is to others. She arrows back a fair distance before she can recover, and even then she only just manages to spin in the air to get her hands and feet beneath her before she hits the ground. Landing hard on all fours, she skids back some further distance before her momentum fully dies, panting and touching her pale throat gingerly. There may be bruising later.
All the way across the courtyard from Kenji, now-- a good thing it is as open and unobstructed as it is, a nod perhaps to how many explosive fights take place within it-- Stasya rises slowly to her feet. Her grey eyes focus on Kenji across the distance separating them. It's too far for easy speech... but not too far for her to really start paying attention to the way her teammate moves and attacks.
COMBATSYS: Stasya focuses on her next action.
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Kenji 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Stasya
Well, she certainly flew a little better than he was expecting.
The trail of chi and light follows Stasya for the duration of her ascent, trailing away like she actually were a rocket or shuttle lifting off. It fades quickly thereafter-- whisping out like a flame with nothing to actually burn.
And now Kenji's facing Stasya across the distance of the courtyard, left to think about the gap-- what she could do, what he'd have to do to get heading toward her.
Charging ahead in a full-on sprint, the young man's arms and legs pump hard-- and then his arms throw upward, his legs leave the ground-- and the student council secretary throws a rather haphazard and dangerous attack at Stasya, looking to full-on dropkick her back further and cause further damage, if not knock her flat off her feet. "RAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Stasya with Heavy Kick.
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Expecting further punches, Stasya is caught off-guard when Kenji suddenly throws his first kick of the fight. Prepared to guard high against a blow of the hand, the abrupt kick catches her by surprise and knocks her back even farther, sending the girl back some distance. Shaking her head dazedly, failing to react a moment, the girl seems almost done. Is that all she has?
Judging by the way she suddenly centers, her grey eyes focusing and her lean form tensing, apparently not. She grins a little, but the look in her eyes doesn't match the smile. The expression there is largely unreadable to others-- the girl being good at hiding things-- but in truth, it's a reflection of her annoyance with herself. Nonetheless, she tells Kenji, "I see why Tenma would take you to fight, even if you are in cast."
On the heels of those words, the girl bolts forward in an aerial cartwheel, the graceful motion reckless. It kills the space between her and Kenji, and the instant she lands she slings a blow with the heel of her hand towards her teammate's jaw. If she can connect that strike, she then immediately follows with a series of three kicks, each one sheathed with a brilliant and sharp-edged red energy. She uppercuts a kick clear across his chest, up towards his jaw: then brings her heel down to strike the back of his head. Last, she segues into a full backflip, a flash kick aimed towards him with enough force to throw him back.
COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Kenji with Khanjali.
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Kenji 1/=======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Stasya
His legs connect hard and true, and he drops to the ground-- though with a hard rock backward, his knees are suddenly by his ears and his body snaps -hard-, sending him back up to his feet with a sharp spring upward, his arms lashing back down to the sides, back a bit-- and keeping himself a little more ready now. A gambit like that isn't prone to working... so it does leave him a little surprised, and a little confident.
Perhaps too confident? Suddenly Stasya is in front of him with that powerful shot to the jaw, followed with those powerful energy-laced strikes. And once the frenzy of kicks end, the Gedo student flips literally head over heels backwards, landing with a rather harsh, powerful crash to the courtyard grounds.
And he lays still.
"HYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH--"
His arm ignites one more time, the brilliant pulse of power engulfing the length of his arm as his fist reels backwards. Literally, Kenji's back on his feet in a flash, a movement so swift it's hard to say how it actually happened. With scorches and rips across his jacket and shirt where that strange energy has made contact with him, with the blood coming from his split lip, and with a will that cannot be easily shaken, the ferocious forces that live within him blaze up to life, his right arm reeling backwards.
A light bursts ahead from almost nowhere, a light blue line of light that trails far behind his fist-- but lances clear through Stasya, with no apparent damage or stunning effects to it.
"SET!!"
His fist suddenly enters that line, and his punch-- while telegraphed and plain to see-- moves faster than one would fully expect. Should his knuckles hit Stasya, it isn't just an extremely hard punch going her way-- all of that chi engulfing his arm follows it, focused through his fist in a massive blast. The air in front of Kenji, the air around Stasya, and everything behind her feels the full effect of it, a directed shockwave that will literally throw anything that isn't bolted down from the ground. And in the noise of that blast, his voice screams out two words in English:
"RAIL GUN!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Stasya with Rail Gun.
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Panting and winded from the effort of throwing that attack, Stasya drops out of her backflip into a landing a bit harder and more unsteady than normal. She sways slightly, dropped to one knee with her right hand touching the ground, watching Kenji as he lies quite still. And... she completely underestimates Kenji's speed in recovering from her assault.
The boy's arm lights up like a chi torch, and in an instant he's on her with blurring speed. Stasya doesn't even have time to react. All she has time to do is focus her psi energy abruptly within her in an attempt to soften the blow. It works after a fashion, shaving a bit of that force off... but it can't actually protect her from harm.
Thrown back yet again, Stasya goes skidding straight into the low wall bounding the courtyard: several feet behind her. Hitting the stone hard enough that it cracks, the girl drops to the ground reeling. Shaking her head in dizzied pain, she just stays there a moment, too stunned to do anything. She really is out this time-- she'll be unable to continue.
But from the way she abruptly lunges at Kenji, shoulder-first, a razorlike blade of psi edging along that striking surface as she attempts to take him off his feet, she isn't too spent to bite at least one more time.
COMBATSYS: Stasya can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Kenji with Cortana.
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His yellow jacket's tails rustle in the winds generated from his attack, his pants, his hair-- and god help whoever left their homework nearby to get blown around in the force of his attack. Kenji's movements seem almost automaton-like, his arm pulling back and shaking out his fist. He looks concerned, since ... frankly, she hit the wall pretty har
Oh god what's that.
Looking down at Stasya as suddenly she's charging into him, shoulder presented, the young man tumbles backwards, rolling once, twice, and landing flat on his back on the third. After a brief pause, his thumb thrusts into the air.
"... It doesn't hurt."
COMBATSYS: Kenji takes no action.
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Hakuya's hit Stasya just as hard... and then, she still managed to retaliate and hit the Suigetsu heir. To get right back in Kenji's face, stabbing another blow home, is not beyond the realm of impossible. Doing anything more after that, however, is.
Stasya hits the ground on hands and knees afterwards, breathing hard, and after a moment... she just gives up and flops onto the ground on her back, mirroring her teammate. Blonde hair fanned haphazardly across the ground, chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm, Stasya is perfectly quiet.
Kenji, however, is not so easily silenced. His declaration draws a breathless grin from Stasya, the girl replying after a moment, "Is good. I would not want to hinder your recovery too much."
After all, who knows when and where Tenma might decide to drag them off to next.
Log created on 13:50:50 11/16/2007 by Stasya, and last modified on 03:07:08 11/20/2007.