Description: Rockefeller Center sets the stage for one of the largest SNF fights to date. Pacific High's Pacific Resistance faces off against Gedo's own Guardian Kings in a Christmas-themed battle of epic proportions, rife with profanity and, as always, violence! With a special guest appearance from a drunken Yeti! (Winners: Pacific Resistance)
Flight 509 was the worst any attendant or pilot had ever seen.
It wasn't because the flight was bumpy, or that it was rife with children on board and bawling out their eyes. It wasn't even because there was a code Orange that day! No, Flight 509 was bad because of one, truly terrible and awful thing:
Pacific Resistance was on board.
"HA HA HA! Pás! Look! Look! This movie is great! Did you see that? Batman just fell down after waking up and did so many hot pushups! And did you see that scene before??! Crane or whatever?
"Oh god, it's cinema heaven!"
And it was awful for the stewards. Waiting hand and foot on the team was a chore of its own, on top of dealing with other passengers making the exodus from their change-over in Los Angeles to New York from Japan. The redhead was loud and relatively obnoxious, when she wasn't sleeping. Only then could they get a break.
They enjoyed every minute of it.
"NO PRESTON I WON'T JOIN THE MILE-HIGH CLUB!! STOP ASKING!"
A few children were traumatized that day. Especially when Luc and Marisol nearly started beating each other up for the last soda the stewardess had in her cart.
Touchdown in New York was in late afternoon, and plenty of time for the team to see some sights before turning in to sleep until the fateful day. Marisol was thrilled - but that came after she and Pás insisted on visiting the Statue of Liberty first. They were certain with a bit of pink shampoo and their iPod blaring 'Higher and Higher' she would uproot herself and march proudly through New York City.
It didn't pan out, and they were banned from visiting her for six months.
But then...the fateful day arrived. Christmas Eve.
Rockefeller Center's famous ice-skating rink has since been covered with sturdy padding atop the ice in the hopes that the fight-to-be will not break the ice and hurt someone. (They can hope.) With evening fast approaching, the SNF crews have assembled cameras, sectioning off areas for observers to watch as the two notorious teams square off for this curious choice of Christmas time cheer and merriment.
At eight pm on the dot, the famous tree lights up, casting a glow throughout the center and drawing a happy cheer from the crowds.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it brings us great pleasure to have with us tonight eight wonderful and charitable young men and women willing to infuse in us the spirit of Christmas so many have feared has been lost! Despite their differences, they will gladly give it their all to prove that this is a time for love, giving, good cheer and--"
"OH HELL NO!!"
A sharp cry breaks through the intercom as a particularly feisty young redhead objects to the premise. The announcer looks horrified and confused.
"No one told me that! Them? THEM!? You're fucking kidding me!"
"Er...we s-seem to have some t-technical--"
"AHHHH! I'll KILL that jackass Kiryuu! I swear it! Don't make me go out there, because--"
A spotlight breaks the darkness haunting the rink, and in its center stumbles out the first of the scheduled fighters...
A half-Spaniard girl with a mortified look on her face.
Dressed like a scandalous Santa's helper. Complete with her Santa's hat and leather boots and gloves.
"Er, ah - FIRST UP, FROM PACFIC RESISTANCE, MARISOL!!"
"No -FUCKING- way."
This was the first bold declaration Luc Schroedinger made this morning as a PR representative for SNF had discussed the German's role for the upcoming fight on the plane trip over. Because of their precarious position hundreds of feet above air, Luc couldn't do anything to vent his frustrations save yell angrily at the man, who had calmly smiled and told him there was nothing he could do.
When the plane finally landed, the SNF official was thrown straight off with a broken nose and a black eye. Helpfully, Luc had reitterated his previous point:
"No. -FUCKING-. -WAY-."
For all the good it did him.
That had been about five hours ago. Now, SNF staff hurriedly hustle and bustle from place to place in the crowded plaza of Rockefeller Center. The tree shines brilliantly with glowing, vibrant lights, and children huddle around wearing mittons and eating candy and whatever adorably horrible things children do. Most notably, there's a heavy influx of SNF staff towards the boy's changing room towards the finishing preparations for the match. Hair dressers and costume designers bustle in and out; those who leave? are leaving as fast as possible. Why?
The answer comes with the sound of a BOOM.
With one deafening cacophony of fire and explosive fury, part of the makeshift SNF dressing room is BLOWN out with the expelling of one of the staff bodily through the air. At the kicked open door? A foot. Normally, it's clad by a polished shoe.
Today, it's brown and fuzzy.
"Why the SHIT do I have to wear such a STUPID GODDAMN OUTFIT?"
Slowly, Luc Schroedinger strolls out. The SNF costumer designer now sprawled on the floor is quick to RIP up and run away as fast as possible. Many people look on, hushed; parents explain to children that 'shit' is a word that only naughty boys and girls that want coal for Christmas use. Alternatively, 'IT'S THE DEVIL'S LANGUAGE.' Regardless, Luc Schroedinger makes his entrance, and it should be obvious why he's so upset:
He's wearing a reindeer costume. A fuzzy, brown reindeer costume. With horns and everything. Not only that, judging by the red glowing ball on his nose...
... He's Rudolph.
"This is -fucking- ridiculous. I'm going to KILL someone." Luc frowns deeply. Oh yes. He frowns deeply indeed.
Someone is going to die.
"SECOND, from Pacific Resistance, Luc--"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP."
"..."
Pás has fallen in love with New York City.
Upon experienceing the most peaceful flight to the United States -- for some reason, Marisol's incessant, shouting voice is her lullaby -- she landed into the quick and overzealous embrace of lights and sounds and buildings and people, the city like a thermonuclear explosion of activity that spreads in every direction. It's just her kind of town.
And she's spent the last day living it up. From their antics aboard the Statue of Liberty, to her and Marisol's screaming game of tag all the way through the Turner Centre, to stealing and racing sleigh horses for horseback hide-n-seek through Central Park, to the Brazilian's own irresistible urge to hug some tiny Japanese man who stood in the heart of Times Square and screamed, "YATTA!", one could only expect the lazy Brazilian to be halfway towards fast-asleep.
But it's hardly the case.
In the wake of everyone favourite, adorable Reindeer, the third fighter steps out into the spotlight. And it has wings. Big ones. They branch out fluffily, their feathers the most humbled, chaste shade of white, reflecting the distant many-coloured glow of the Rockefeller tree. These wings come attached to a familiar Brazilian girl, her inky hair sheer with tinsel, her crown framed with a brilliant golden halo, and her famous body... covered completely by a long, formless frock, the slippery, virgin-white material moving with each proud step.
She looks graceful. Transcedent of each and every own of those rumours that mantle her back home in Southtown. She looks... pure.
The crowd softens to the delicate display. "Do you see, dear?" whispers a mother excitedly to her child, pointing. "It's the Angel of the Lord! She's what led the wise men to the birth place of Jesus Christ. She's one of gentliest, kindest, precious, little--"
The Angel of the Lord suddenly stops. And, with a fierce look turned to all the fresh-faced, pubescent boys innocently watching, she grabs either sides of her lordly frock and RIPS it away. Underneath it, the guiding angel is all dark flesh and supple curves, her body clad in only the threadiest of thready string bikinis. With a scissory grin and a sharp wink, and a flick of her thumbnail to her halo to make it glow, the angelic Pás puts her in excelsis gloria on display for the coming of all ye faithful.
A moment later, the angel of the lord is dashing forward to jump up onto Rudolph's back, her arms hooking around his neck to deliver the reindeer an affectionate hug!
The announcer's voice BOOMS over the speakers: "THIRD, from Pacific Resistance, we have PÁS!"
"Last one there's a penis pump!"
Ah, youth! Like the two youths that rush across the center to get to the fight on time, only to find themselves at the back where there can't possibly be any view to be had whatsoever. In short order, they decide to venture off and scale some of the statues that have marked the center for so long now.
"What are you kids doin' on my fuckin' statue?!"
Moments later, Preston's laughing as the kids scamper away.
However he chose to get his delights pre-match, and however successful (or not) he was in getting a certain Redhead to join him in the bathrooms a mile above sea level, Preston Alistair Wellington the II is nevertheless part of this ragamuffin team that's due to fight their cross-town rivals. Why the fight is taking place in America is a mystery...
But as the Brit squints up at a giant waving American flag, he can't help but shake his head.
Nevertheless, since that's a fun word to use, the team is being called out one by one to the cheers and oddly enough some boos. Particularly when it's the Brit's turn to walk out on stage.
And walk he does.
Wearing a red vest with white, fluffy, almost fur-like trim, he manages to bulge obscenely for more than just his muscles and the fact that the vest isn't closed. It's the fact that the marketing team, in all their glory, failed to get him a pair of pants that were big enough. And rather than walk out in tattered, ripped pants, Preston's opted to walk out in something else.
Very red, very tight bicycle shorts.
Bulging obscenely.
The 7-second delay seems to be in good effect though, as a blur appears over the lower half of Preston's body as he thumps out on stage. A Santa hat lies limp on his typically bald head, and he squints out at the audience and the bright lights as worried mother's cover the eyes of their children.
"What the fuck're they on about?" he asks, as the announcers declare his name to varied fanfare.
Adjusting the big sack of presents over one shoulder, Preston shrugs and reaches into it. Backstage, the officials -- after speaking on the phone with the higher-ups -- get the tailors to work on a new set of pants.
In the meanwhile, his squint turns to his teammates, the girls in particular.
His hat twitches upward.
Fortunately for the pilots, stewardesses, and of course probably they themselves, the SNF staff in their infinite wisdom paid for two flights instead of the normal one, so that PR and GK were kept separate. God only knows what might have had happened if the two teams had been forced to travel together. Likely their plane would've gone down over the pacific and never been seen again. Unlike the flight for their enemies, the Guardian King's flight was relatively quiet, the only potential trouble being Tenma's pursuit of the one blonde and 'gifted' young stewardess who wore an equally 'gifted(-ly short)' skirt that was on the plane.
Landing in New York finally, however, had seen the Guardian Kings team with nearly as many sightseeing adventures as the other opposing team had seen. Rather than visiting the Statue of Liberty, however, they'd gone straight to Times Square because it was featured in a TV series Kenji was particularly interested in. Rather, particularly interested in seeing and emulating a scene from. Hakuya wasn't particularly sure why Kenji insisted on the badly accented English and shouting of 'Yatta!' while in New York, but he still enjoyed himself anyway.
Particularly when it came time to visit the downtown area, which was actually more of a incident than a real destination. There were many pretty ladies in odd clothes - leopard skin shorts that were indeed very short, stockings, small tops. But considering he'd had Pas pressed up naked to him, he just didn't see anything wrong with it. Except one thing.
"Aren't they cold?"
He still didn't know why he got so many sighs and headshakes.
The next day, Tenma had had an idea: why not show up in total style? They'd gone back into the city to accomplish this. It cost a great deal, and the only reason it was successful was because they were minorly well known due to their appearances on the Saturday Night Fight shows. But now, even though they were all technically 'late' since they were supposed to show up early to get into costume, the four Guardian Kings were showing up in the grandest of ways: a big, red sleigh drawn by a team of four horses decked out like reindeer. Their way being cleared by SNF personnel, the four drive right on up to the edge of the fighting area, and then stop. Immediately, the first one off seems to be-- uh, santa?
Rather than modifying an outfit to fit his style, Hakuya has gone competely traditional. He's wearing a red suit in the original flavor, with boots, pants, white gloves, and sock hat. The REAL interesting part comes when one notices that Hakuya has put on a good deal of weight for the role - or just wearing a fat suit, because his belly indeed shakes like a bowl filled with jelly. He's got a full, white, fake beard and moustache, and of course the traditional sack over his shoulder. The only way one would, indeed, recognize him as Hakuya is because of the mess of black hair under the stocking cap and him being kinda short for a Santa. And Asian. There's a twinkle in those narrow eyes.
"Ho ho ho!" He calls out cheerfully as the guy on the mic makes the appropriate announcement for the first of the Guardian Kings.
Having lived in New York for some time, Stasya was automatically pegged as the one to lead the Guardian Kings around the city in their pre-SNF adventures. She'd taken the opportunity to drag her companions around to visit all her old favorite haunts, including the Dave and Buster's in the heart of Times Square: a mixture of bar, arcade, and restaurant (as for the bar part... Stasya had sagely given her teammates fakes, and put Hakuya in the vanguard for maximum innocence). A whirlwind of shopping, sightseeing, and (in half of the team's case) ogling of New York women later, the team finally made their appearance at their scheduled fight.
Stasya had felt in her bones the role she'd be pegged as and dressed for. She'd resigned herself to what she'd have to play, pale and blonde and wispy as she was. And all things considered, she seems to be enjoying herself as best she can. She hops out of the sleigh in Hakuya's wake, accompanied by the announcement of her name, and adjusts her slipping Santa hat as she picks her way across the erstwhile rink.
She's a Christmas elf, complete with ears, gloves, and a belted, long-sleeved one-piece green dress. The hem of the skirt, worryingly enough, stops at mid-thigh, resulting in a brief stretch of Promised Land before thigh-high striped stockings start. Fortunately, those end in leather boots-- Stasya had insisted on at least -one- bit of costume that had some sort of function. Or that afforded -some- protection against the cold.
Beneath the cheerful, bobbing hat on her blonde head, Stasya's eyes are still no less calculating as they come to rest on the members of Pacific Resistance. So this is the team Tenma and the rest of Guardian Kings seem to bear such animosity for. The girl seems mildly taken aback to discover that... she actually knows most of them. That brasileira is a member-- and also, that girl she'd mentally dubbed 'Krasnye' in an imitation of Tenma's railings against the mysterious 'Red.'
Oh yeah. And that ass of a German too. Stasya's eyes half-lid in mingled irritation and profound amusement at his fuzzy plight.
The girl comes to a stop beside Hakuya, a brief shiver going down her slight form as a wind brushes the bare skin where skirt and stockings utterly fail to meet. Somewhere in the watching crowd, the everpresent Mr. Voronkova's eyeglasses gleam in murderous disapproval.
Costume. Why do they have to show up in /costume/ of all things? It's dumb. It's silly. Not as silly as having to substitute his /weapon/ for something more 'family friendly'. How's Tenma Kiryuu even supposed to fight like this? That's something which has cast a pall over his enjoyment of the trip, from the hot stewardesses to the sightseeing and the knowledge that he's going to get to beat up two of his least favourite people in the whole entire world.
His temper is, you might say, sour.
But after Santa Hakuya and his elf Stasya get off of the sleigh, a third figure emerges, taller and more slender - especially with the addition of Hakuya's fat suit - wearing a snow-white suit. It's Tenma, indeed, and if you can't tell what he's dressed at, don't worry; he didn't know either when they suited him up. He looks paler than usual, his skin whitened with makeup, and if his white suit is otherwise nicely tailored, it has black buttons made to look like small pieces of coal, and the tip of his nose has been similarly darkened. His hair is bound up, under a white skullcap, and overtop of /that/ he's wearing an old-looking black silk tophat. He even has a corncob pipe.
'Frosty the Snowman!' the eccentric costumer had said when the other Guardian King members were at least getting stuffed into recogniseable outfits. To this moment, Tenma has no idea what a 'Frosty the Snowman' is, but when he finds out, he's going to find a way to kick it. "This sucks," Tenma mutters around his corncob pipe, not even hearing as his name is called out, hefting what appears to be a garish-looking candy cane against his shoulder, and frowning at it. As for the children in attendance, well, the Gedo swordsman spares them such a murderous blue-eyed glare that some of them start crying. He kind of wants to start crying, too.
Superheroes.
Pirates.
You want the costumes?! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE COSTUMES.
The likes of Kenji Ashima has been embrassed from all of the numerous SNFs that he's undertaken in his fighting career, all the fights where he's had to go around wearing silly costumes. There's no supremely tight pants waiting for him when they finally get to the costumes, there's no poofy silk shirts and three-point hats waiting for him. No, he makes a running grab for the outfit that looks the least insane, as well as giving him the chance to wear the most bitching hat of all time.
When the sleigh comes rolling in, the legendary Missile Fist Ashima, Captain Kenji, or whatver name you decide to give him is the third to spring down from the sturdy chariot of Haku-Claus, toting a large plastic cutlass purchased from the dollar store for an ironic $1.99. His coat is red and cropped close to his body. His pants are blue, pleated. And yet, somehow, he's gotten away with wearing his godforsaken Kick-Rollers to this event with this uniform. Throw in the final addition of the grand black hat and you have...
The Nutcracker Soldier.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
It's a dignified call worthy of someone dressed like that. Dignified.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Stasya has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Preston has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Preston has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
"Ahahahaha! Pás! Wonderful idea!" the half-Spaniard girl chimes, as she leaps forward and clutches the likes of Luc as hard as she can. Group hug for Schroedinger, as the girl rushes forward and joins in on the warm, chumly embrace. Yay!
It doesn't last long, however, as Marisol is quick to make note of the other member of their sizeable team, Preston Alistair Wellington the Second. And those breezy, too-tight short shorts. Her expression is one of abject horror. ..before she leans forward at the waist and points a finger right at his crotch.
"I see you've stuffed your stocking," she observes with a toothy smirk.
But then, sleigh bells and horses neighing catches the girl's attention, and almost immediately her smile falters. No way. No way!!
Marisol has had her share of embarrassments, courtesy of Howard Enterprises. But this...
Is quite possibly the worst day ever.
Not only is she forced to wear something she doesn't particularly feel comfortable IN, she's standing in the center of Rockefeller Center's former ice-skating rink with the Guardian Kings. What's WORSE is they had the NERVE to upstage Pacific Resistance with their dumb sled!
Ripping her Santa's hat off, the girl absently gnaws at the material, eyes afire with a flurry of emotions.
"Damn them...Damn that Kiryuu," she mutters, hands clutched tightly to the velvet. Aged black leather creaks with grief beneath her fists. How dare they? How dare HE?
That Tenma. Her most hated rival. The very thorn in her proverbial side.
"I'll kick his face in," she warns darkly, lifting the cap and slapping a hand outward, against Preston's bare chest. He can hold it for her. Whether he does, well. Who cares? She's got an agenda here, evident by the way her gray eyes sharply narrow, full red lips pulled into a painfully-tight line across her sun-kissed face. Eyes wander, surveying the other teammates--wait. Her? She's a..?
Marisol frowns.
Then without any qualms whatsoever she blazes forward and swings a fist, attempting to sock poor Stasya across the face with a harsh hook. "Hello again," she states, sporting a dangerously toothy smile.
COMBATSYS: Stasya blocks Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Whether Preston's stuffing his pants or not, he swings his hips forward suggestively as Marisol points her finger in that general direction. Good thing she withdraws to face the opposition; she may have touched it otherwise!
Still, the Brit shakes his head at all the hugging of Luc that goes on. "Wouldn't mind a piece of that," he mutters to himself, still eyeing what the girls are wearing. He spares a glance at the opposition, noting that the Terrorist is wearing a Santa outfit. "Terrorist Santa, great," he adds, still in that quiet mumble. And how much are they paying that girl to be on their team? Filthy Japs.
All the same though, he helps Marisol into battle the only way he knows how; he slaps her on the ass and then walks to one side of the arena, blatantly ogling the nubile Pás as he does so. "Nice outfit," he compliments his teammate, nodding his approval.
What, pay attention to the fight? Why would Preston do a thing like that?
Stasya's grey eyes meet Marisol's (which helps in keeping them -off Preston-). There is a similar thought process going on in her mind. It is the look of two girls who originally meet as amiable strangers, only to realize that fate has decreed they must be-- well, maybe 'eternal enemies' is a little overdramatic.
They're just on opposing teams locked in bitter rivalry.
Stasya's pale face cuts into a grin as Marisol surges in close. Her lean frame sinks into a braced stance, her left arm coming up to block that swinging punch. "Hello, Krasnye," she replies lowly while she's still in close, her arm twisting so her hand can shift down to push Marisol's fist clear. "Who was to be knowing you were on 'that team'? Euh, no matter."
With that, Stasya abruptly surges forwards with her other arm, brilliant red psi flaring down her arm and past her hand as she swipes a cutting blow across the half-Spaniard's torso.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Stasya's Halteclere.
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Stasya 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
And with that, the fight begins between Pacific's Pacific Resistance and Gedo's Guardian Kings.
The audience cheers. At least now the foul remarks will be kept to a minimal!
Slapped on the ass, the girl shoots a glare over her shoulder toward Preston, a dangerous look haunting her features before she sticks her tongue out and simply moves forward. Right for poor Stasya the Elf, it would appear. She is the first, nominated completely at random(?). With those gray depths set, she tears forth. If she can't punch Kiryuu right now, she'll go for someone else.
The grin is clearly met, and though her arm swings, it is swiftly intercepted by the Russian girl. She's only fought her once before but this...brings new perspective. Smirking as she's spoken to, the half-Spaniard's eyes flash with a light of morbid delight.
"Your name, ...it was Stasya?" she asks, lifting an arm up to stave off the sweeping burst of red psionic energy that dares cut that velvety Santa number in half. The girl's red lips ease into another broad smile. "I can't forget your name. You have a strange power at your disposal. And I owe you, for that fight."
Suddenly those gloved hands flare with energy, dandelion yellow chi licking along her forearm as her fists clench. Stepping forward with one hard motion, she swings both fists at the girl's face before her body ceases momentarily and twists at the waist. She thrusts forward in a harsh motion thereafter, both fists aimed to crash into the girl's chest and torso, coupled with a surge of chi.
All with a smile.
COMBATSYS: Stasya fails to interrupt El Matador from Marisol with Angurva'del.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Hakuya, dressed as he is, is an instant fan favorite, especially amongst the kids. The children wave and call out 'Saaanta!' to him and try to get his attention, but being the passive guy he is, and not really realizing the difference of Christmas here in the US to back home, he doesn't go over to try and act the part - it's just a costume to him, and besides he needs to focus on the fight, which is starting with a bang, it seems! Or well, at least Marisol's fiery temper is bang enough. As he surveys the other team, he finally will notice Pas, and ahs. "It's Pas-san! She looks like those ladies we saw the other night - pretty, but isn't she cold?" Raising a hand, he tries to wave over to the Brazilian, smiling cheerfully through the beard. "Ooooiiii! Paaaass! Helloooo!" he shouts. Then, in a more normal voice, he says: "Though I suppose it's better than that time she was naked in bed with me. She must've been really cold, then." The real charm point of this is he doesn't seem boastful or anything - he's just talking plain fact, and seems just a touch bewildered, as well.
Well, Marisol can be as pissed off about them being here as she wants, Tenma doesn't care! He's too busy trying to keep his foul temper intact despite the presence of a hilariously dressed Luc, and a decidedly underdressed Pás. If Marisol weren't yelling so much early on, he'd probably enjoy looking at her, too. Preston, well, Preston he just ignores as best he can. Focused mainly on the fight once things get underway, blood dripping from his left hand and... A red aura around his... Candy cane, Tenma acknowledges what Hakuya says with a vague nod. "Yeah, that's... WHAT?!" the Guardian Kings leader bellows, turning to stare at Hakuya in shock and alarm!
"Stasya," the owner of said name affirms, that grin dying down to a simple curve of amusement that lurks about her lips. "And you... Marisol. But Tenma likes to call you Red." Among other things. Her eyes flick to Marisol's hair, the moment of distraction brief by dint of necessity.
She knows she can't let her guard down around the boxer.
Proof of this comes in Marisol's sudden assault. Psi bristles abruptly down her arms, a riddling of blades spearing outwards with a thousand flares of red. The resulting mess of serrated edges arrows towards Marisol in a clear bid to interrupt her assault with a painful-looking retaliation, but Marisol gets in that much more quickly. The Pacific girl's attack sends Stasya skidding harshly back, winded and clearly staggered.
"I am flattered you are not forgetting me," she eventually offers once she's got breath to talk, quite honestly-- she has a respect for Marisol's skill, even if certain of her teammates might not-- but she makes no real mention of her power. She doesn't understand it all that much more than these chi users might, a fact which never fails to aggrieve her.
In the meanwhile, Pás hugs her best buddy in the whole world, Luc! Half-draped on the poor German boy, half-imposing herself in an impromptu piggyback, she hugs him fiercely around the neck, her floofy angel wings bumping him as she leans forward, all soft skin and teacups, to rub her cheek against his. Best friends forever! "Brrrrr! I would be so colds, Luc! But Frank Sinatras says that your love keeps me warms!!"
Marisol's comment on Preston's package makes her burst into laughter, and she imparts the Briton a friendly wink, clicking her tongue encouragingly. It seems the fearless Brazilian is the only one daring to look into his Ark of the Convenant.
Whooping as her best friend fights, she yells happily, "YOU DO IT MARISOLAS! YOU ARE SEXY!" before her attention soon diverts to her team's immortal opposition -- the Guardian Kings. Unlike the redhead, she's absolutely delighted to see the team -- and more delighted to know she's going to fight them. With a slight whistle, she frees one arm from Rudolph to wave happily towards Tenma and Kenji, grinning energetically from ear-to-ear. Tenma especially gets a lingering smile.
At then she hears her name. Her eyes turn, and she tilts her head, obviously not at first recognizing the costumed Santa. Her lips pout out in wonder. She squints, unsure, and then--
Oh. Pás pales.
For an entire heartbeat, she looks like she's seen a ghost. Then she blushes. Darkly. Hotly. Hopelessly. As Hakuya waves, she just sinks her head down, hiding behind Luc's back.
"Good, I haven't forgotten," the girl responds in kind.
Then she bursts with motion, a furious attack of fists and chi to pommel the poor Russian in a forward attempt to overwhelm her defenses. Clearly her methods pay off; her eyes are briefly led astray as she opens her attack, the bristling of psychic energy along the girl's pale arm noted, and not forgotten.
That shit HURTS.
Sent skidding backwards, the half-Spaniard girl simply stands upright, her long digits unfurling from her fist and cracking beneath the leather glove on her hand. "Tenma is a dick," the girl states, making a pointed effort to glare his direction before she glances back to Stasya. "Why do you hang out with him on his team?" She pauses, mulling over the possibilities.
"Did he threaten you? Hold your family hostage?" the half-Spaniard asks.
Shaking her head, it's forgotten. "I haven't forgotten because I never forget people like you." She's different, after all. Something unfamiliar; alien. And it's a good thing. But what is perhaps weird for the Guardian Kings is...Marisol seems less upset and more pleasant. She even smiles.
"Ha ha ha! Pás!" the girl cries out in a sudden gesture, a moment of reprieve for both fighters as she waves to her Luc-clutching friend. She's so great, that Brazilian angel!
Then she gets serious again, eyes on Stasya as she continues to grin.
"Try to keep up," she advises, before she lunges forward and attempts to drive a fist into the girl's stomach.
COMBATSYS: Stasya endures Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Stasya 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Luc Schroedinger is a shell of his former self. The only thing he can be thankful for...
... Is that this damn reindeer costume nearly covers every inch of his body.
His efforts to remove the Brazilian nestled upon him almost seem lack-luster, as if he's just been beaten down into submission. Luc, beaten down. By a reindeer suit. It seems impossible, but as Pás speaks, Luc just mutters darkly, "You know I'm going to -kill you-, right..." But otherwise? He's just grumpy.
For a long time, it seems like he might not put up a fight. But the Brazilian girl just keeps talking. And talking. And -- 'Frank Sinatra says--' "... hnnn..." 'YOU DO IT MARISOLAS!' "Nnnn..." 'YOU ARE SEXY!' His eyebrow twitches.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GET OFF ME YOU FREAK!"
The words are BELLOWED out the moment that Pás begins to blush. He doesn't even notice. The German is far too busy in a frothing rage. "WHAT THE HELL IS FRANK SINATRA?! LOVE CAN'T KEEP YOU WARM, THAT'S STUPID! HER NAME IS MARISOL! WHY ARE YOU ADDING AN 'AS'?! SHE'S NOT SEXY, SHUT UP! And...
"... WHAT THE FUCK IS A RUDOLPH?! RAAAGH!"
And from there, Luc just starts stomping off in a maddened haze of flustered anger, ripping away from the blushing Pas obliviously as he goes to give the SNF staff another piece of his mind.
"DRESSING ME UP AS A MOOSE!! MOOSE DON'T HAVE RED NOSES! SOMEONE IS DYING!"
Certainly, the bleeding red energy that forms all of Stasya's attacks is quite painful. But no less painful, to the Russian girl, is the blaze of yellow chi that Marisol wields. It's already taken a heavy toll on the girl, but she doesn't seem deterred. The will in her grey eyes is unmistakable as she coolly meets Marisol's eyes-- but then, Luc starts shouting. And that will kind of... falters a little. The girl seems physically affected by the sheer -rage- that explodes from Schroedinger, and she actually turns her head to stare bemusedly in his direction. The moment of distraction is brief.
Asked why she can hang out with Tenma, Stasya is surprisingly quick to answer. "I can 'hang out' with Tenma, on his team, because..." And here's the secret to dealing with Tenma, for all you watchers at home, "...I know he is dick. He is enormous asshole." Stasya grins brightly, slyly, cracking her own knuckles with a slow movement of her right hand. "And I can accept that. It is not all there is. Sometimes... is almost cute, because he is not dick all of the time." Pause. "--Just most of the time." Stasya casts another look back in the direction Luc stomped off in, a brow lifting as she counters Marisol, "...what I am really -not- understanding is why -he- is on -your- team. He is cute," ahh, frankness, "but..." No need to fill in the blank!
That pearl of wisdom imparted, haphazard as the delivery may be, she settles in to ride out Marisol's next attack: taking the blow with a twitch of pain, but refusing to give ground. Instead she simply moves with it, folding over Marisol's driving fist-- and then shoving hands straight down to the ground to snap into a sudden handstand. Her legs whip forwards in a move ripped off from capoeira, a sharp kick whirring towards Marisol's face.
In the crowd, Aleksandr Voronkova's heart nearly stops as his daughter's skirt rides dangerously high. Some SNF staff may or may not die.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Stasya with Snap Wind.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Luc's shouting is heard for the most part, but she ignores it. Why?
Because that's how you deal with Luc when you're in a fight! Besides, Pás has the young German occupied, what with her hanging off his back like a koala baby and all. The sight alone is enough to draw a huge smirk across the girl's lips. Those eyes roll back onto Stasya.
And her answer earns the Russian girl a weird look. She looks as if she wants to ask something--
--but she doesn't. Instead, Marisol listens as she admits precisely what she wants to hear. Even his teammate thinks he's a dick. She begins to laugh, at least until Luc is brought into the picture.
"Because he's a good fighter... .wait. Did you say?"
No answer; instead, the girl swings a fist and hits the girl in the stomach, causing Marisol to blink once before she's suddenly dropping to the ground. What the hell is this shit, she wonders.
"Oh don't even--!!" the girl begins, reeling a fist back.
she's not sexy.
She's not sexy.
SHE'S NOT SEXY.
It echoes through Marisol's mind like a horrible bell, distraction enough for the other girl to swing her legs up and clip her in the face, drawing a loud 'oof' from the Hispanic girl, sending her up a bit with the momentum before she lands on her boots again, staggering backwards from the blow as she rubs at her chin.
She's not sexy. Inside, Marisol dies a little.
Good enough reason. Stasya lets the topic drop, trying to shed Luc's residual anger from her psychic landscape and recenter herself. Being around Schroedinger never turns out well for the young psion-- the boy just feels his anger far too strongly for the girl to do anything but helplessly pick up on it and begin to emulate it. Such is the price of empathy, it would seem.
She drops out of that emotional turmoil about the same time she drops off her feet, catching Marisol off-guard in her moment of pure indignation with a sharp snapkick to the face. She recovers out of that attack quickly, snapping back into a full backflip towards her team members. She lands in the midst of them, blonde hair settling around her shoulders, a grin flickering on her lips.
"Take a turn if you are wanting it," she offers broadly, straightening from her crouch and shaking her hair back. "You boys are looking too bored."
COMBATSYS: Stasya gains composure.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Yes, that's right. She's not sexy.
If you had brought it up in private, Kenji Ashima would let you know what he really thinks of Marisol, and most of it would sound surprising from the ordinarily upbeat and social student council secretary. His kindness would turn into acid, and it would involve him referring to himself, using nouns like "dick," "lye," and "sticking in." The Osakan's distaste for the redheaded Pacific student isn't a secret, but it isn't what drives his decision.
When Stasya declares her desire to take a break, Kenji and Hakuya seem to have the same thought in mind, bringing their fists to bear in two quick smacks against their palms and displaying the universal symbols for rock, paper, and scissors. "Jan-ken-PON!!"
And the Missile Fist's expression sours.
Stepping out, he twists at the waist while he walks. His hands return to the pockets of his trousers. His hat shades his expression a bit, his mouth pulled into a firm |.
More of a )| if you include the brim of the hat.
Kenji's hands emerge again as he breaks into a hard sprint at Marisol, not waiting another second or letting her catch her bearings. The sturdy, heavy, boot-like sneaker on his foot whips around as his leg lifts high, looking to plant the flat top of his foot across her temple. The Nutcracker soldier's strength and speed keep him moving-- and if he connects or not, it gives him enough momentum to make sure he'll be able to face Marisol again in time.
"OOOORIYAAAAAH~!"
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COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Kenji's Roundhouse Reel.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Preston
Wait a second. What is going on here?
Rubbing absently at her jaw with a gloved hand, the half-Spaniard presumes Stasya will come at her again. But such is not the case; instead, the girl just backflips like a ninja and lands amongst her comrades. It draws a frown across the redhead's face. Damn those Guardian Kings…
"Tch, next time Stasya," the girl offers with a half-hearted smirk, eyes amused. She wasn't finished...
No matter. Marisol stiffens her posture and lifts an arm up, her hand resting against her neck as she waits. Who will step up to bat for the team now..?
Oh. HIM. Marisol's gray eyes roll to the sky.
"Tch," is the redhead's only response as Kenji sprints forward toward her, not wasting time to come in and beat her face in. "You look like a doofus," the girl comments, as Nutcracker Kenji Ashima blazes forward and swings a foot up. It crashes into the girl's temple, causing her head to jerk to one side. When Kenji reels around--
--Marisol attempts to headbutt him in the center of his face...
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Marisol's Red Clover.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Preston
Yes, him-- the one Marisol so loved to pick on, even when he was minding his own business. Him, whose demeanor has changed to something a bit more stonewalled, eyebrows knit under the shade provided by the stovepipe hat perched atop his head, his mouth still in that flat line from the chinstrap holding it steady to his noggin.
Kenji's spin brings him back around to face Marisol, but he does still manage to see the sturdy skull that seeks to slam into his face, bringing up the heels of his hands to catch her head-- even if it forces him to stagger, like being forced to meet with a slab of steel.
The Missile Fist Nutcracker's offense is hardly broken, favoring instead this point-blank range. It gives him a little less room to operate, but he'll manage the best he can-- including an attempt at grabbing Marisol's arm and giving it a -vicious- twist to the outside. He thrusts out the sole of his foot, the polymer wheels and the steel riggings in the rubber treads adding a bit more impact at Marisol's shin-- and then rocking back hard on his heels, trying to end this by spinning partway around and -throwing- the Spanish Helper to the side like she were a rag doll, all by that same arm.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Kenji's Strong Throw.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Preston
Clearly Kenji holds a grudge! It was one time!
Regardless, the girl is quite intent on shoving her face right into the center of Kenji's but meets nothing more than his palms. Immediately she recoils from the botched attempt, lips pulled into a scowl as she meets his gaze. "Tch," she again spits, shoulders tense before she clenches her fists. Hard. What's his problem? Why so serious, Batman??
A moment later he's grabbing the girl and twisting to the outside. The kick to her shin lands, but Marisol is sturdy- -rather than fall, she opts to hold her ground like a brick wall, eyes widening as she glares. Thrown? Oh hell no.
"Nice TRY!" she cries, reeling a fist back before she drives it right toward his sternum with a sharp laugh. "What are you, the Little Drummer Boy!?"
COMBATSYS: Kenji interrupts Light Punch from Marisol with Missile Fist.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Preston
The twist is successful, as is the kick at her shin. But when he tries to pull Marisol around for that massive swinging throw, she decides to make his life difficult by standing still. Quite well, at that! But under the brim of that hat, Kenji's eyes narrow-- and moreso as her fist flies toward his chest.
His right arm drops low, presenting an open target to Marisol without any apparent regard to his personal safety. No, his retort to this is to act in concert with Marisol-- by attacking at the exact same time. His arm whips around, fist travelling a straight path while the rest of the limb seems to flop around in a smooth arc like it were made of rubber. Kenji punches Marisol square in the center of the face, his fist feeling more like the dead weight of a sledgehammer than flesh and bone.
"If you can't figure it out, you don't have the Christmas spirit," he says, sounding far too serious than he probably should-- especially when dressed like that, especially when saying something like -that-.
Her fist flies. It's going to make it..!!
N-naaah. It's not.
The moment Marisol swings to punch the youth, it would seem Nutcracker Kenji has another idea. Punching at the same time, their attacks both land, but his clearly packs more of a wallop. It causes the half-Spaniard girl to stagger back a few feet, a gloved hand clutching at her nose as those gray eyes widen behind her hands. How dare he? The NERVE of him...
"Christmas spirit? This has nothing to do with Christmas spirit, you tard," the girl practically hisses. Gray eyes are mere slits, burning with passionate rage, barely kept in check. From her face, gloved hands slide downwards, dropping to her sides.
Then she turns on her heel and snaps her attention onto none other than the short shorts-wearing Briton. Her full red lips ease into a grin, despite the trail of red that oozes down her face from her wounded nose.
"Hey Preston," she coos, curling a finger.
"Help a girl out?" Wink!
She needs to take a breather here.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Preston
Having watched all of the proceedings so far -- apart from the near unhealthy amount of time he's spent eyeing off the delightful Brazilian's cleavage -- Preston is actually surprised when the call comes for him to leap into the fray. "What?" he asks, not entirely sure what's going on, and slow to draw his attention away from one rack to another.
A moment later he adjusts, lifting his gaze to look Marisol in the eye. "Got a little blood there, luv," he informs the leader of their little menagerie, gesturing to the location on his own face as he steps forward. "You're gonna owe me for this one."
The crowd gasps in horror as he stretches to his full height, seemingly even more muscled -- or is that just him preparing for a long winter's hibernation? Twirling the bag of toys above his head, his package moves within its concealment, his broad expanse of body on display in more ways than one. "Don't look directly at it!" a man in the crowd shouts.
"So, you again, huh runt?" Preston says by way of greeting to Kenji, cracking the knuckles on his right hand before he rummages around inside of that oversized red bag of his. THE ONE ON HIS BACK. If the Kings have a terrorist Santa, then clearly the Brit is the good one.
And from the depths of the bag, he pulls out Kenji's present.
Dropping the bag to one side, he swings a long, long present into the air, drawing the crowd into 'ooh's and 'ahh's as they wonder what could possibly be inside.
"It's a broom!" one New Yorker shouts. "Hey I got somethin' ya little whores can clean back in my apartment," the jovial man adds, to laughter from patches of the crowd.
The Brit squints at the source, looking at what he's holding. "Huh. Guess it does fuckin' look like a broom," he murmurs to himself, before he shrugs. The concealed weapon, all wrapped up and with a bow down the end, is brought into play as he storms towards Kenji, aiming to pop the little Asian guy right in the face with the 'broom' and send him for a tumble!
Funny, it won't feel like a broom!
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Preston's Medium Strike.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Preston
A broom, eh? No, that couldn't be a broom-- with all the times he's faced the bald Brit, more clothed than this time especially, he's carried that damned oar. Presta-Claus' attempt at 'popping him' in the face with it is met with resistance, perhaps a bit more than what Marisol's headbutt had behind it. Both hands present to catch the wrapped item "on edge", trying to soak up the force of the blow with crooked elbows and hands trying to close down over the item.
Shoving the 'present' to the side, Kenji's stance shifts-- his head lowers, his hand closes into a fist.
"URRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
His stupidly bright white-blue chi screams to life, releasing a dull roar as the magnesium-bright force consumes the length of his arm and trumpets up beyond-- a larger, more impressive (or annoying, depending on who you talk to) display of lights and powers than the last time the two of them had clashed.
"BRING IT ON!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji gathers his will.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Preston
Despite the 'ease' with which the attempt to 'pop' Kenji's face in was diverted, there's really little save a smirk on the face of the burly Brit as the retaliation comes... in the form of a light show and some annoying shouts.
"Shut up," Preston replies very simply, sliding back an even stride before he lashes out with the wrapped weapon. It whirls right over the head of the relatively-diminuitive Asian. Has he missed?!
Aww heck no! Well he might, but it wasn't his intent to hit the kid with the oar; rather, the wake of it comes thundering through, a crescent of blue-white chi that's just aiming to cut right into the screaming kid as that defiant scream to 'bring it' is given. Kenji's getting what he asked for this holiday season!
COMBATSYS: Kenji just-defends Preston's White Horses!
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Preston
Shut up-- something he's been told before while doing this, and not just by Preston. He's used to it by now-- it's been something told to him since he first started manipulating chi. Still, he's as loud as ever-- if not moreso-- and that yell gives him strength and confidence. Confidence that takes shape in a multitude of ways.
Kenji's right arm, the blazing white-blue light and all, whips back hard against the crescent of energy thrown at him by Preston. It hesitates on contact-- and his stance shifts a little bit all at once, his eyes wide and the energy flaring even -brighter-. "HUU-!!"
Chi explodes against chi, and the result is clear: Kenji, unharmed, and the energy died off from his arm.
Lowering his head, the Gedo student decides to close the gap between himself and Preston, trying to cut down on the range he can swing his weapon-- presumably his oar-- at. Once he approaches what seems to be about arm's length for him, Kenji springs into the air, his left leg rising and his foot seeking to slam against Preston's chest. "UUUUURAGH!"
A burst of light follows that impact, a surge of chi drawn out from Kenji and channelled through his foot-- and 'detonating' within Preston, a small, concentrated shockwave seeking to scramble his innards!
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Kenji's Rib Crusher.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Marisol
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Preston
The aftermath of the strike -- even though it is Kenji being unharmed -- does not matter to the Brit. Already his surprise weapon has swung through and returned to him, twirled nimbly by thick fingers just aching to dig into another human's body. Beneath the rim of that slanted red hat, hazel eyes watch and wait for the expected.
And there it is; a linear strike from the little boy, all but telegraphed by the burly Brit who simply stands there, absorbing the damage with a decided smirk across his face. Typical of him, he doesn't budge so much as an inch.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Preston repeats himself, as his fingers snap out to do their dirty work. It's the neck that they're after, aiming to cut off that annoying hell the easiest way possible; by constricting Kenji's windpipe in one of those giant hands.
Regardless of success, that's not the real threat to the Asian's wellbeing. It's the sudden, emphatic swing of his meaty arm, aiming to clothesline the poor boy into a tailspin with a heavy landing!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Kenji with Running Rigging.
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Stasya 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Kenji 1/=======/=======|====---\-------\0 Preston
Typical-- more like a monster, plain and simple. The British Behemoth's ability to soak Kenji's attacks is somewhat uncanny, and the student's learned this fact over the times the pair have faced off. His ability to recover and attack again is also somewhat legendary in the book of Kenji Ashima-- already snagging the little soldier man by the throat and choking him. The corresponding clothesline crashes against him like he were getting hit by a truck... and literally, he flips over in place and crashes to the ground, landing face-down and falling still.
But then he stands, all too calmly-- too smoothly. Twisting around, Kenji grips the chinstrap of his hat and pulls hard, the fastener popping and leaving the young man without a protective headgear-- if you could call it that. "Oi."
And if Preston expects it or not, his foot hooks up in a hard, angry kick that seeks to strike the British youth right square in the nads-- and then stomp down hard on his foot to hold him steady... as if such a thing were nessicary.
"GATLING--"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Preston with Gatling Break.
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Do you hear the sound? The sound of bells ringing? The sound of walnuts being cracked out of their shell? The sound of two ball bearings hitting the floor.
Good.
With his foot still steady on Preston's, Kenji's arms whip around in a smooth sequence, right and left. However, one arm swings... but three punches land in a speed that almost seems to be simultaneous. Three to the trunk, three to the solar plexus, three to the ribs on either side-- the sequence seems like it goes on forever, one swipe of the arm after another. Springing into the air, Kenji's arm hooks back and delivers one solid overhand punch to Preston's head-- and when he lands, he grabs the Pacific student's arm and pulls him a bit closer-- then charges forward hard, putting enough force into a shoulder check to knock men twice his size flat on their asses.
"-- BREAAAAAAAAK-!!" he finishes, the battlecry in his own cut of muddled English.
After dispensing with Kenji in such a brutal manner, the Brit simply takes a stroll back... and waits. He knows the kid isn't down for the count yet; he's been through enough of these little encounters with him to know that there's always a little something extra in the gas tank.
And then it comes, the boy rising, getting his attention with a simple, butchered English phrase...
Then there's a foot catching him right in the nuts.
The smirk on Preston's face slips, just a little.
Suffering a barrage of strikes thereafter, culminating in that thrusting shoulder charge, the tall lad is indeed knocked back, seemingly destined to land on his ass despite his attempt to muster his defenses--!!
But oh, no no. It's never that easy to knock Preston down.
Rolling backwards, he comes back up into a three-point stance, grunting a sour huff of breath out through his nose. Those behind him, namely the rest of his team, are given witness to the sight of his posterior in those tight, tight shorts of his, as he briefly considers his next move.
"Son, clearly you just don't know how to follow instructions," Preston begins, rising to his feet to give a momentary stretch. The weapon, whatever it truly is, slants across his broad shoulders. The look in his eyes should be enough to stop Kenji from taking any potential advantage; there's red in those eyes, like a bull that's caught of the matador. "Perhaps it's because I'm speakin' in the Queen's English here, and you, bein' the filthy Jap that you are, certainly don't understand much of that. The way you just tried to spit out those words makes it pretty bloody clear to everybody at home. It's another of those hackneyed, awful attempts to sprinkle English into your language to make it seem... ah, how would you put it...?"
"Kakkoii?"
The smirk on the Brit's face all but cleaves it in half as he flexes his shoulders, causing the weapon to spring over his head and back into the fore. "You're a bloody disgrace, son. Let's get you crying for the cameras, so ya mother knows just how much of a failure she spat out."
This is what happens... when you hit Preston in the balls.
Regardless of how much of an impact the impromptu rant has, or whether it's even understood by the Asian boy, the Brit streams forward, a thundering wall of meat that passes force forward with every step. At three yards he stretches, sending that weapon of his hurtling forward with such speed that the wrapping begins to unravel; the bow flitters, barely held on by the double-sided tape it came with, and the pristine wood beneath seeks to remove as many of Kenji's teeth as it can while sending the boy flying back towards his team!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Kenji with Bunting Tosser.
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For all the times he's heard Preston rant about the Queen's English and whatever other excuse he has for wearing shorts so tight that he's attempting to get a starring role in Labrynth II, Kenji's learned to tune out his rants-- much like Marisol's-- and try to keep focused on what's in front of him.
Which is now on the wrapped package that's coming in to slam him right square in the mouth and sending him sailing into the air. He does fly right back towards his team, and lands hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him with a loud, deep gasp. His arms and legs are numb and his face hurts... but still, somehow, he hefts up an arm at the gathered members of the Guardian Kings and coils his hand into a fist, his thumb proudly lifting up. "It doesn't hurt."
Lie.
"NEXT?!" he groans out, letting his arms fall back down to the ground. "Need... a sec... here..."
COMBATSYS: Kenji gains composure.
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"Okay, that's enough of this crap," says a voice from the side of the Guardian Kings, as Tenma 'Frosty the Snowman' Kiryuu is moving forward even as Kenji starts raising his fist to give that heroic thumbs up. Because yeah, let the guy take his breather, it's high time Tenma took up the slack. The red aura of blood and chi rages around his candy cane, and somehow that worn-looking black silk tophat remains seated on his head, the corncob pipe clenched tightly betwixt his teeth, as this festive version of the Gedo swordsman rushes right at Preston. "Been spendin' too much time at the gay bars with your pal Monkey, huh?" he enquires of the mountainous Brit, his raised voice certainly not meeting the family-friendly expectations of this particular match, even as he skids to a stop a distance away from Preston. Why would he do that?
Well, so he can swing his candy cane in a vicious arc, too far away from Preston to possibly hit; but in the wake of the swing, a red trail remains in the air, and from it erupts a crescent of roiling blood, tearing through the air at the very underdressed Wellington. Tenma hardly being one to remain silent, of course, he has a mighty battlecry to go with his attack: "GO PUT SOME PANTS ON, YOU FREAK!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Preston with Dharmapala.
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There's a definite smirk on the burly Brit's face as the tiny Asian kid is forced to tag out. And when it becomes clear who's coming in to replace young Kenji, there's a slight lift to the tall lad's brows. "Frosty the fuckin' Snowman, are you fuckin' serious?" he asks, seemingly more to himself as Tenma's more interested in hurling accusations of rampant homosexuality.
But that isn't all that's hurled; the crescent of blood slams right into Preston as he attempts to leap over it at the last moment. As a result, it momentarily appears that he HAS pants on, as the wave of red coats his legs!
Unfortunately though, that only causes him to fall forward and be caught by the full brunt of the crescent wave. Forced back, he lands upon his very festive vest and tumbles a short ways, finding himself near his teammates.
"Was kinda hopin' they'd send in that boy with the tits," Preston says, nodding in the direction of Stasya. He really does love talking to himself.
Summarily he stands, and reaches towards Rudolph. A tag -- is it a tag?!
Grabbing the Brazilian on the back of Luc by the straps of her bikini, he seeks to hoist her off of the German's back and plunk her down in front of him. "Go play, I need to get some pants," he tells her, giving the nubile Pás a slap on the ass for encouragement.
Let someone who's familiar with the disease go and play with hepatitis boy.
COMBATSYS: Preston gains composure.
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As Luc as so furiously shucked her off and stormed away to his reindeer games, Pás found herself without a hiding spot. She had paled once more, and not from wearing a bikini in sub-zero weather, and tiptoed off into hiding. Taking a breathless refuge to the wings of the stage, she decided to lie low, about as much as someone could while being a few inches of cloth short of indecency. And there, lingering at the ropes of the fight, partially-hidden from the cameras and all the brutality they're fixed on -- it was there, only there, that Pás struck gold.
She has discovered American boys.
At the end of the rink where the fight's been roped off, the Brazilian has attracted a teenage swarm of them, all laughing nervously and shoving each other as she leans forward in a way that's too obvious to be suggestive. There, the innocent and pure Angel of the Lord laughs flirtaciously, her grinning mouth as sharp as razors. She leers to whisper into the ear of one, and his face goes red. "Come on," the girl is whispering encouragingly, "whip it outs. Right on the cameras. I want to see it. And I tell you what hotel we--"
A gigantic hand grabs her.
"Um un momento!!" Pás is yelling as she's hoisted away from her adoring fans, waving one happy hand. Thrust back down on the ground, she arches a look up, way up at Preston, her face couched with its usual look of lazy amusement. Her eyelids hood. "Don't forgetting the socks. I am getting disappointed." Then the Brit slaps her in the ass.
She doesn't react. But as Pás turns and walks off from the strike, she pulls one side of her thong down, flashing a cheek at Preston.
There, she walks up into the fray, throwing back her dark hair and grabbing the tops of her feathery wings, pushing them back parallel to her shoulder blades, to keep the floofy masses out of the way. The Christmas angel adjusts her glowing halo, fixing Tenma with the widest, most glorious of smiles. "Pescador! Did you go gringo on me, silly? I will haves to put the blood back in you."
The bikini'd angel throws herself into fierce, flashy movement, taking a running start and twisting into an aerial flip. She throws both legs around in a circular strike, her feet appearing poised to axe down on the Guardian King-- at least until she turns in mid-air, pulling the attack and attempting to exchange it for a sneaky elbow aimed at his ribs.
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Pas' Eshu's Hat.
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What... Where the hell is Preston going! What a pussmaster. "Tch," mutters Tenma in disappointment as the Brit leaves the field, and instead sends an angel in his stead, slapping her on the ass in the process. Which causes her to... Oh dear. The leader of the Guardian Kings actually flushes a little at the sight of Pás and her fiddling with her thong, but you can't see it with his skin lightened like that. "What the hell is a 'gringo'?" he wonders aloud, instead of focusing on the rest of it. And then here comes the capoeira fighter. Her tricksy moves don't work on Tenma - this time, anyway - as he slips back a little at the axe feint, but then that elbow comes towards his ribs and instead... Meets that bloodied candy cane.
"Nice outfit, Dakini," Tenma grits out around his corncob pipe, the snowy white suit jacket he wears fluttering slightly as he tries to slug her right in the gut with the flat end of the candy cane.
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Tenma's Weapon Jab.
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Her grin widens fiercely when she feels her attack blocked, never the one to be disappointed to find her own strikes foiled. Instead, she feels a strange sense of pride to know that Tenma's learning her style. Landing swiftly back to her feet, losing a few feathers in the process, the kindly angel with the wicked look in her eyes leers closer, generously revealing, "Gringoes, they are the white boys." Pás adds with a wink, "And they cannot dance."
Preston isn't the only Pacific Resistance racist!
As the candy cane -- and that really amuses her -- thrusts out at her middle, the Brazilian reacts through her laughter, not so disarmed that she isn't quick enough to dissuade the strike. Swiftly, she twists and interjects a forearm, pushing the attack from her delicate innards and letting it graze off her side. She steps closer as she does so, her dark eyes fixed on Tenma, his compliment earning a delighted look. "You think so?!" she replies eagerly, immediately reaching for one side of her bikini top. "It is not too much?! I think it should be a little less--"
Pás grabs herself, looking inclined to pull the cup down. Instead, that's the instant her foot comes up, attempting to clip the Guardian King leader in the head with an inside kick.
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Pas with Initial Breaker.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Well, that cinches it: Tenma still has only a very vague idea at best as to what Pás is talking about. Still lunging forward in his thrusting attack, Tenma grazes off of the Brazilian's side, twisting to try to keep his balance, but wouldn't you know it, she has to go and mess him up. Throw him off his game. His dark blue eyes look quickly at where her hand is going, lingering there a bit too long, but his reflexes kick in. They just don't kick in fast enough.
In a single smooth motion, Tenma pulls his right hand back, bracing his chi-emanating candy cane - as an aside, you would not believe how hard it is to bless a wooden novelty candy cane - before lunging into a /second/ thrusting attack, this one aimed to knock Pás out of her kick, but instead it ends up grazing along the underside of her leg, and he gets booted in the head, staggering him.
In the audience, scandalised mothers gasp and cover the eyes of their children.
And to one side, a very amused Preston watches very intently. The hat on his head twitches upwards. Tailors present him with a pair of pants.
Any such glimpses have escaped the cameras! It appears that, tonight, the Angel of the Lord is really just a big tease.
Stepping free from her kick, her eyes bright with its success, Pás is not one to linger and gloat. Her habitual laziness appearing to be as misplaced as a pair of pants, she immediately rushes forward on the offensive, trying to weave through the reach of that dangerous chi-infused candy cane, thrusting one arm forward in her attempt to snag a handful of Frosty the Delinquent's collar.
The half-naked, Brazilian angel tries to bring herself closer. Meeting Tenma's eyes, her sharp, razorbladed grin seems to soften, taming itself down into a quiet little smile. But it doesn't last long. "Got you," she sing-songs in a secretive whisper, before she lashes her head forward to try to crack her skull against his.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Pas' Zidane's Revenge.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Sweeping the candy cane back like his usual sword, Tenma grits his teeth a little around his corncob pipe, trying to get his proper balance, but... Well, it's not like Pás is going to let him, right? Instead, he finds himself being yanked about with her hand tangled in the collar of his snowy-white dress shirt, possibly even getting him by the just as white tie. The costumer was clearly a weirdo, but at least he didn't dress Tenma like Preston. Dark blue eyes meet the Brazilian's brown without hesitation, just as he fails to hesitate as she headbutts him.
In fact, Tenma steps into it a little.
It HURTS, too, as that blunt force makes its way through his skull, but by some miracle his hat remains in place. "Think so, huh?" he replies, just as quietly, and it becomes apparent that he's moving; his right hand comes down in a vicious swing, aiming to drive Pás back by slashing her across the chest and torso with that stupid candy cane and the bloody chi around it, twisting the weapon by reflex at the 'bottom' of the slash and then swinging back up, creating a shallow v-shape. "GRAAAH--!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Pas with Ungyou.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Maybe not. Soon enough, Pás suffers the consequence of making such a close-range attack. That undying grin still plastered across her mouth, she turns her attention away and tenses, forced to quickly react to the interjection of Snowman Tenma's candy cane. As hilarious as the thing is, she can't ignore that it has a reach and that it's bound to hurt like hell. Unable to even think of dodging it, she widens her stance hoping to merely accept the strike -- but, unfortunately, it's already upon her. Her reponse time falters, and the Angel of the Lord pays for it, taking a clean hit as it clips her across the body, the ensconcing chi only intensifying the hurt.
Her lean body knocked off its feet, she skids across the padded ground, tumbling and falling silent into a heavy pile of dark limbs and white feathers. The Brazilian rouses, shaking her head, pushing herself up by her arms, one of her wings bent like a broken bird's. She looks up, the look on her face wry and her halo crooked. And she smiles. "Pescador," Pás asks, her voice tight and scratchy, "are you playings the hard to get?" She rises, blood soaked across her body and fluffy wings. Every single parent in the crowd seems to grimace.
And, recoiling, she moves forward, leaving bloody footprints as she fiercely seeks to remove the distance between them, dashing forward and pushing off her legs, her back curling as she folds into an aerial handspring. She goes top over end, catching herself by the palms of her hands, wings floofing as she turns, her feet hooking in to try to catch Frosty by the neck. If she manages to do so, the attack is all too familiar, as the bare skin heats despite the cold, sparking chi-fire pluming out from her flesh.
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Tenma with Sanduich de Calabresa.
- Power hit! -
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Well, at least Tenma got /one/ good hit in. With Pás fallen, Tenma straightens up in his Frosty garb, slanting his candy cane against his shoulder as he otherwise would his bokken, and tapping his tophat forward to give it a jaunty angle. "Heh," he chuckles quietly at the fallen angel's question, but then... Then the bloodied girl comes at him again, and he's seen this move before. It's that certainty, then, that lures him into making a miscalculation. He leans into the attack, getting caught by the neck with those bare feet, fiery chi erupting against him. It sends him back, coughing and clutching at his throat with his free hand.
Spitting up a gob of blood, Tenma flashes his toothiest shit-eating grin, the white of his teeth highlighted by the red red blood running between them. And then he lunges at Pás, grabbing his candy cane by the flat end and whipping it out, the hooked end the one not alight with chi, and trying to catch the Brazilian by the neck with the hook. "Don't play hard to get," he replies, aiming to use the grip on Pás' neck to slam her facefirst into the ground. "I jus' play rough."
Scoffing loudly, Marisol folds her arms and tosses her head with a shout of, "The only rough play you ever see is with your HAND, Kiryuu."
COMBATSYS: Pas fails to counter Quick Throw from Tenma with Catherine Wheel EX.
- Power fail! -
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With a push of her arms and a curl of her spine, the Brazilian flips back to her feet, straightening herself out. She tosses her wavy hair and straightens her bloody wings. The sparks still crackle from the bottoms of her feet, leaving scorch marks against the padded mats beneath her. She rubs one sole against her opposite calf, a little theatrically, like someone would snuff out a cigarette. Eyelids drooping to a sleepy halfmast, she awaits Tenma with a considering look, a strange smile crooked along her mouth. But she finds she doesn't have to wait long. She reacts the minute he wields that candy cane, the muscles in her body reflexively expecting another one of his characteristic swipes--
--and not a deviation from the norm. Instead of hit, she gets hooked by the cane, her eyes widening briefly as her stance shifts, her weight immediately trying to counterbalance. He yanks her suddenly, brutally, and she puts her natural flexibility to the test, trying hard to suffer the momentum and yet work against the strike, so she can catch her body by her hands and-- fail miserably. She drops too hard for her own reflexes, and slipping against the mats, the Lord's Angel becomes a fallen one, letting out a muffled squeak before she hits the ground, hard, right on her face. It hurts.
Limbs and wings spreadeagled, she sprawls brokenly on the spot, for many moments unmoving.
"...Nao kidding," Pás mumbles into the mat.
"Oh that's gonna bloody hurt," Preston comments, now wearing pants. Very tight pants. He nudges one of his cohorts; "Let's get her a bag for her face for christmas."
Sometimes, just doing the unexpected is all it takes to get good results! As Pás collides facefirst with the ground, Tenma frees the crook of his candy cane from the back of her neck, and lets gravity do the rest of the work, which it does with authority; the Brazilian even squeaks, which is all sorts of adorable, and doubtlessly something he'll make fun of her for at a future juncture. "Think you've got time t' just lay there?" he wonders, taunting disdain in his tone. It's not often that Tenma's had a perceived advantage over Pás in a fight. Usually she just kicks the crap out of him. But not today.
Not yet, at least.
But rather than worrying about that, Tenma instead chooses to press the advantage, and shows a complete lack of class or gentlemanly manners by attacking the fallen angel Pás while she's still on the ground, swinging his mighty chi-emanating candy cane down at her back twice in quick succession. "C'mon, Dakini!!"
COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Tenma's Medium Strike.
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"Mnnnng," Pás replies very eloquently, with her usual cutting wit. However, actions speak louder than retorts, the Brazilian apparently in possession of a third eye, possibly on her ass, for the precognitive way she reacts to Tenma's successive attacks. Suddenly, she twists, and one of her big, fluffy angel wings pokes up, heavy enough and matted enough to dissuade the candy cane long enough for her to roll over. One long leg juts up, taking the second strike against her thigh, hurting but not as much as it could, a dismissive kick aiming to push it aside.
From the ground, the Brazilian fixes her eyes up on Tenma, bleeding from a split in her eyebrow and the corner of her pouty mouth. Grinning doesn't help the bleeding, but as if Pás would ever care about that. She sprawls luxuriously where he had put her, tossing her wavy hair, pushing her weight up to lean against her forearms. She is a human invitation.
It's unfortunate that she gives him a sad look, one eye squinting as she clicks her tongue. "Why, Pescador, are we workings on the timer? I like to take all night. I guess you need someone fast!"
The Brazilian, very slowly, licks two of her long fingers. She stares at Tenma as she inserts them into her mouth. And, with her left eye winking, she suddenly lets go a shrill whistle. Tag. "Hi ho, Cavalo!"
COMBATSYS: Pas gains composure.
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Someone fast. From the crowds, there is a distant sound. It's faint, from how far off it is, but just -barely- audible:
"fuck off, you crazy bitch"
Were it in closer proximity, doubtless there would be more EMPHASIS and EXCLAMATION (!!).
As it stands, there is no immediate response to the Brazilian's shrill whistle beyond that distant telling off. The crowds go silent; particularly, a group of small observers towards the back are all hushed murmurs, looking around them. Apparently, the voice originated from -there-. There's a long, silent pause. And then:
"I can't change my outfit, huh? I CAN'T CHANGE MY OUTFIT, -HUH-?! Here's what I think about your decision, you STUPID PRICK!"
"Wh-what-- what are you doing?! Unhand me right now, I-- I can sue you--AAAAH!"
And then, the crowds start yelling, panicked. There's all of a few seconds to tell what's going on before 'Cavalo' explodes into action. Like the Red Sea, the crowds part, just in time for a single man to SOAR overhead like a rocket. Balding, middle-aged and slightly overweight, he wears the 'SATURDAY NIGHT FIGHT' badge proudly on an off-color green vest.
And he's falling face-first towards Tenma Kiryuu.
"PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEEEE--"
Luc Schroedinger leaps into the makeshift 'arena' only a moment after, looking like a dour reindeer of death as the descending man shrieks. "This is STUPID."
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Tenma with Large Thrown Object.
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Sometimes, you just can't catch a break, right Tenma? Wondering what the hell a 'cavalo' is, and trying to come up with a snappy response to Pás' aspersions as to his endurance, the Guardian King is quite thoroughly confused, which doesn't help when some dude is getting thrown at you. "Aw, fu--" Tenma's obscenity is cut off when he gets hit quite bodily by the flying SNF crewmember, the impact sending both of them skidding backwards into the crowd, much to the lack of delight of both the children and their mothers. Muttering as he tries to push the blubbering guy off of him, Tenma, reluctantly, makes the only decision he can at this point.
"One of you go kick that stupid monkey's ass!" Tenma declares, to his teammates.
COMBATSYS: Tenma gains composure.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Surrounded by groaning team members, most of whom-- save for the terrorist Santa-- are flat on the ground, Stasya's eyes hood at Pacific Resistance's last contender. She doesn't appear to need prompting on this front. She's tired herself, not certain if she can survive somebody fresh, but... damn, does she want a chance to give the fucker a really good backhand right across the face. Or the psionic equivalent.
"It is pity I forgot my camera, German!" she calls as she steps forward, eyes locking on Luc with a crooked sort of grin. "Such an adorable costume! So soft and fuzzy. You must let everyone give you the hugs, after this." Stasya spreads her own arms briefly, partially in emphasis and partially in -very real threat-.
"Dumb animal look suits you, I think," she adds, a mocking tone laid beneath her words as she lets her arms drop back to her sides and settles in to watch the boy carefully, gauging him with her characteristic keen attention.
COMBATSYS: Stasya focuses on her next action.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Luc Schroedinger is entirely ready to fight Tenma. It's practically the only thing that's kept him from just trying to burn down the massive tree parked here in Rockefeller Center in a frothing, costume-induced rage. The initial shot is fired by way of screaming SNF staff, and they impact in a meaty thud; the worker hits the ground with Tenma fortunately acting as a landing pad to cushion the fall. Almost immediately after the impact? He starts -scrambling- away, his forehead shining with panicked sweat. Luc stands with an annoyed expression, eyes hooded, right hand clenching and unclenching.
"C'mon. LET'S DO THIS, ASS--" but then he's cut off as Tenma... backs out? He blinks. He squints. And then he stares at Stasya as she approaches. "... who the hell are you supposed to be?" Yes, apparently Luc doesn't remember that they were in an SNF together as partners.
But then, Luc is a dick.
But Stasya continues to talk, and his frown just deepens more... and more... and more. "Shut up... and..." His left eyebrow twitches. Apparently, he's not in the mood for teasing. Nor is he ever, really, but his reaction is much more -pronounced-. Chi flares around Luc's feet, propelling the Rudolph-impersonating teenager forward at tremendous speeds which strain at his muscles in vain protests. Green eyes snap wide, he reaches out.
"... -FIGHT ALREADY-!"
With one powerful swing of his arm forward, Schroedinger seeks to grip Stasya SOLIDLY by the face. From there, he'll lift her and swiftly -pivot- to the right, slamming his free, right hand forward to bury it into her gut. "I HATE CHRISTMAS! GRAAAAAAAAAGH!!" And, with this declaration made, Schroedinger will unleash a sizeable -explosion- of black-blue, fiery chi, releasing Stasya at that exact same moment to send her airborne.
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Stasya with Bursting Slam.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Stasya rolls her eyes, briefly, as Luc demonstrates a complete lack of memory. Whatever. It's not like it's a huge loss not to be remembered by this ass. And as she's not going to get much in the way of actual words from him that aren't incoherent yells expressing either unadulterated rage or -sublime, oblivious confusion- as to the world around him... she's not mourning his lack of readiness to talk, either.
She braces instantly as Luc comes tearing in, experience in taking blows the only thing that dulls the force of his strikes. Sent -airborne- by the force of his explosive chi, Stasya gasps a slightly unhinged laugh as she spins abruptly in midair, swiping two kicks at different angles. A crossed array of vicious psi-blades sling off each sharp movement, arrowing back down towards Luc.
COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Luc with Chandrahas.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
And so, Stasya finally reacts; and -fast-, as well. Those blades of energy sizzle through the air, cutting a destructive swath towards Luc. The German hardly even deigns to recognize them as a threat to him. Yet, there are certain things he can't help but recognize as they barrel forward through the air. So attuned is he to the flow of chi if only on a completely natural and subconscious level, the energy soaring through the air doesn't feel -anything- like chi to him. Of course...
That doesn't stop him from rushing straight at them.
Even as Stasya goes airborne, Luc EXPLODES into the skies above, chi rupturing underneath him in a burst that aids his movements all the more. Those blades of energy cut into him -- cut into the body and the MIND at once in a strangely painful sensation he's never experienced before. Exploding all around him, those blades help to vaguely hinder his movements... but not stop them.
"What the HELL WAS THAT?!" -Bursting- free out of the rupturing explosion of psi, Luc seeks to intercept Stasya in mid-air, arms slicing outwards in a sudden cross. From that upward swing, flames roar to life in the space between them in an 'X' of black and blue, the air bubbling around that anger-laced chi fire as it blazes in a short-range projection, seeking to crash into Stasya and send her flying FURTHER up into the air. "RAAAAGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Stasya with Aufruhr Kreuz.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Stasya's eyes twitch, right at the edges, when Luc demands-- loudly-- what the hell she just did. She doesn't know herself... and she's having a lot of difficulty finding out. That moment of distraction, of hesitation, is enough for Luc to blast through her attempted defense with a surge of chi fire. Stasya grits her teeth as she weathers that blasting surge of black-blue energy.
She really hates chi.
Sent even higher, Stasya twists agilely in the air, considering her options as she heads on a crash course towards the ground. She lands heavily on all fours, skidding some distance as her momentum bleeds off-- and then she leaves the ground again, arrowing straight towards Luc. Red psi bleeds sharply from her frame as she goes, bristling in points and jagged edges from her as she attempts to crash clear into Luc... and then hit him with a rising kick to disturb his balance in the air.
COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Luc with Alkonost.
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
She completes the kick, seguing into a full spin that puts her back in position to land on all fours. Once she's got her hands on the ground again, she abruptly forces all her psi into the smooth rink surface. There is a brief pause, before all that bladed energy suddenly spears up from the ground: slashing towards the airborne Pacific member in a distressingly -violent- display of shredding brutality.
In the crowd, some kids start crying outright. But Aleksandr... simply nods quietly.
Well. This is turning out to be a brutally short encounter.
Which is just the way that Luc likes it.
As Stasya comes crashing down to the ground, Luc lands soon after in a smooth transition, snapping his gaze upwards to focus it on Stasya as that crimson energy begins to pulsate from her. "... tch." She rushes, and he moves to defend himself--
--But it's much too late for that. The kick knocks him solidly backwards through the air, setting Luc up entirely too well for Stasya's secondary assault. All that psi assails Luc in a bloody spearing succession, inflicting havoc on the berker's mind. It's not something that can be described well in a physical, transient sense; the German's body convulses in midair as blood spews from his mouth in a terrible cough. He spasms, flailing futiley. And then, he falls.
When Luc lands, he lands in a deadened, meaty thud. For a long moment, there is utter silence. Some wonder if she's killed poor Rudolph. The thrown SNF employee thrusts his hands to the air in triumph. But--
"Hah... hah..."
... Luc's not done -yet-.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"
Just as suddenly as he hits the ground, Schroedinger is EXPLODING through the air a second later in a charge that strains against his entire body. His intention is simple: grip Stasya by the front of her outfit, lift her into the air, and then spin and SLAM her into the ground. Hard. And he'll do it again, and again, and again, over and over with each accompanied by a horrible explosion of black-blue flame as he seeks to just -pummel- her until she stops moving, laughing all the while. "HAHAHAHA!! THAT'S GREAT!! HAAAHAHA!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Stasya with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Kenji 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Preston
Stasya's breath comes harshly, mingling with blood as she keeps a steady gaze fixed on Luc. She's seen him weather through worse... and soon enough, she's proven right in her suspicions. Luc resurrects from the ground with a vengeance, mad laughter ripping the air as he lunges clear towards the girl. Who seems... largely unprepared to defend against his assault, winded and exhausted from the efforts of Alkonost as she is: already terribly injured enough as it is.
The girl hits the ground several times, Luc's brutal strength serving to knock much of the fight out of her in short order. Abuse heaps up on her already-injured form until she just folds limply at his feet. Fortunately, even despite the vigorous and zealous treatment from Schroedinger, Stasya's clothing yet remains decent by some miracle.
Evidently, Chance feels that no one is prepared for the wrath of Stasya's father quite yet.
Stasya remains still for a very long time-- long enough what kids hadn't already started crying join in on the wailing. But eventually, she abruptly bolts up from the ground, piercing up at his standing form with a red blade of psi that sheathes her arm. "I liked our date, German," she tells him with a grin, her bloodied form a hairsbreadth from his-- and then she stumbles back, retreating back to her team lines. "Hakuya!"
COMBATSYS: Stasya can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Marisol with Halteclere.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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With Stasya's final crash into the ground, Luc peels off her, his arms and hands still crackling with excess energy that leaks off him like an overfilled sponge. His neck rolls as he steps back, and in one singularly rude gesture he spits towards the ground, arms hanging limply at his sides.
The overall effect would likely be much more badass and intimidating if he weren't wearing a reindeer costume.
And if his nose wasn't adorably glowing red.
"Che!"
But... Stasya doesn't stay down for long. As she gets up, a single brow quirks into the air. Date? -Date-? "That--" Before she can act, before she can get to close, Luc leaps BACK as if she were diseased, the German suddenly launching out a crackling hand--
--towards Marisol.
"--THAT WASN'T A DATE, HOW STUPID ARE YOU!?"
That said, the German will push Marisol -forward- to intercept the sudden explosion of psi that sweeps across Stasya's arm. Or something. He doesn't know. A moment after, he collapses onto one knee, to catch his breath and leave Marisol to his fate.
Apparently, Luc is even a dick when he completely wasn't intending to be.
COMBATSYS: Luc gains composure.
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Marisol was minding her own business, playing with her phone when a shadow falls upon her. Slowly but surely those gray eyes lift up from the lcd display of her phone, the wide grin on her mouth suddenly dropping, mouth agape. Did Luc just leap over her? Is he running away from a fight already?
Turning around, the redhead closes the phone and stuffs it into the u-neck collar of her costume. Clearly she has some choice words for Schroedinger.
"Luc, you goddamned pu--" Before she can even spit it out there's a hand forcefully shoving her toward the girl he seems to be afraid of while screaming. The problem with this scenario is she can't quite gain her bearings to properly react. Or hear what the two are saying. So, as result...
The girl is cut by the swath of potent psi, a cut forming across the front of her scandalous Santa costume, a nasty gash of red crawling its way across her skin. Fortunately (??) she doesn't fall out, despite the pain and discomfort and sheer agony of that power. If anything it pisses her off even more. Furiously her hands curl into fists, leather groaning as it's strained, her face red. She thinks she hears a name. Hakuya?
"YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE LUC SCHROEDINGER!" the girl hollers as she blazes forward, right for bearded Hakuya with a punch aimed right for his face. Let anger guide her fist this night, O Lord!
Preston, having left the sideline to go water the roses if you know what he means, comes back just in time to see... to see Marisol leap forward and take the hit for Luc!
No, no, he reminds himself. This is nothing. This is nothing to get jealous about!!
His eyes narrow into a squint.
Squint.
And it's when Luc falls to one knee, does his back gain a new friend, the Brazilian girl leaning against it as she slings a chummy arm around his neck. It doesn't help that she leaves bloodstains where she touches. Pás beams. "Cavalo!! Did I jes hears rights? You had date! I am proud. Cotonete, she is pretty. Maybe you should kiss-- oh look! Marisola breastas are popping out! Look, Cavalo! Look! Aren't they big? You could make motorboat. They are explosion!"
COMBATSYS: Hakuya blocks Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Hakuya's been pretty quiet since the fight began, beyond talking about Pas to Tenma. Wrapped up in the fighting, he's been standing around watching as the two teams exchange blows off and on, genuinely enjoying himself in doing such. See, unlike the rest of his team, and the Pacific Resistance, the Suigetsu heir isn't really all that hateful. He doesn't hate anyone on the opposing team, even if he might be hated, or his team mates hate them. So to his mind, he's part of a grand ol' brawl between eight friends who really like each other and are out to just have a good time on Christmas Eve by punching each other. That was totally synonymous with 'having fun'. Really. In any case, despite Hakuya being severely wrong in his blissful ignorance of the, in some cases very real hatred between people here, the Asian Santa Claus is having fun.
And then Stasya tags him in, against Marisol.
Now, he doesn't hate Marisol, but the last time they'd fought together, or even been in the same room together, she'd bitched him out at length and generally made him feel bad because he was certain he'd genuinely upset her, and he hadn't meant to. Nevermind that Marisol's anger was just how she was, he felt bad and being who he is, he blamed himself rather than putting it on Marisol. So when the fiery redhead charges towards him in order to strike, he suddenly gets quite nervous, blinking his eyes a few times, shuffling his feet, and looking worried. When the fist comes, he raises his hands, and somewhat awkwardly deflects the blow, letting his hand get struck rather than his face, then pushing with his hand to redirect the attack past his head. "Uh... h-hello, Marisol-san."
Now, Hakuya -could- be so timid against the PR leader that he doesn't attack, but long ago he realized that doing such a thing would just piss off Marisol worse than anything else he could've said or done. So, rather than doing that, he moves, bringing his back leg up in order to strike at the woman's head. If successful, he'll follow through the motion and twist around in order to bring his entire body around and up to kick with his other leg, then bringing his first leg around to also kick in a three hit corkscrew kick combo.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Heavy Kick from Hakuya with Red Clover.
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Poor Hakuya. He's the nice guy, caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. But that doesn't stop the redhead from setting her sights on the young Asian Santa Claus. Truth be told, of all of the Guardian Kings (Stasya aside; she hasn't met the girl but twice!) he's the one she has the least beef with. Except for their last fight, of course. Even that has been water on the duck's back. She's likely forgotten that performance.
Thus she comes, a fist clenched tightly and knuckles with his name on them. Figuratively speaking, of course. Luckily for the Suigetsu boy, he staves her attack off with a well-placed thrust of his hand, redirecting her fist elsewhere. It draws a mildly bemused look across her features before she flashes a toothy, wolfish grin.
"Hi," she replies. "Long time, no see." At least she sounds cordial for once.
But when Hakuya's leg stirs from his side, those gray eyes widen briefly, observing the motion as he begins his attack. Then she grins deviously, eyes widening with morbid glee. "Good to see you're not holding back for once!" she exclaims, before his foot crashes into her head.
That's when Marisol moves, suddenly jerking her head forward and colliding it into poor Santa Hakuya's face. Without hesitating or wasting her moment's opportunity, her fist swings, a hefty blow delivered to his ribs before chi erupts, flaring violently around both hands. With a guttural cry the girl swings both fists, two devastating hooks clipping the Suigetsu boy across the jaw with nasty bursts of chi accompanying each swing.
What? Marisol being nice for once? Well, 'nice' being relative here. That alone is almost enough to just make him stop his attack mid-execution, but no, the REAL stop to the attack is the headbutt. He's no stranger to those, having fought Luc more than once, and Tenma being his team's leader. The punches afterwards, however, are quite a wake up call. Being slammed into his ribs and jaw, he staggers back and almost actually falls over, but just barely manages to keep his balance intact. It's then that he pauses here for two reasons. 1) He seems honestly staggered from the blows, a surprise on its own given how tough the Suigetsu heir is. 2) He's blinking in surprise, looking at Marisol with some alarm. There's a brief, tangible pause here, but then he's right back into things, stepping forward with more surety in his stance and his posture. He strikes out at Marisol's sternum with the heel of his hand, but this turns out to be a feint, as he pulls the hand back in order to strike with his other hand at the girl's chin - another feint, all designed to distract her from his foot, attempting to sweep out her legs from under her with a very real strike to the back of the knees, assisted by an elbow to the chest.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Hakuya's Waning Dawn.
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After delivering the last of four vicious blows, Marisol's lips pull into a wide, confident grin. Yeah, that's the ticket, she assures herself. She'd missed such a feeling of success and vicious delight, and her fists clench even tighter beneath the leather gloves slipped over her hands.
Eventually she calms, coming down from her delighted high, and immediately those gray depths find the young Suigetsu. He looks surprised and worried. Briefly the half-Spaniard girl's response is one of confusion, lips pulled into a thin line before she tilts her head to one side before she offers a confused shrug. What?
But his confidence seemingly returns, as his hand lashes out and strikes her stomach. Blinking, the redhead exhales loudly, staggered slightly before she's clipped in the jaw. But the real attack comes with he strikes the back of her knees, causing her to hit the padding of the rink with a loud thud. She seems less-than worried, should the Suigetsu boy be observing her. Because in a bat of an eye the girl LUNGES from the ground, a hand sweeping in harshly to deliver a chi-kissed hook to...well, his kisser..!
COMBATSYS: Hakuya fails to reflect Cloud Nine from Marisol with Full Moon Sunder.
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Moving in for the proverbial kill, Marisol's fiery fists make contact, executing not one, but three fiery hooks to poor Hakuya's faux-bearded face. Recoiling briefly after the third, she withdraws briefly, her body tense before she sweeps in and upwards, a flaming fist to his poor jaw! But wait, there's more!
For Marisol snags him by the collar swiftly after impact, grinning a toothy smile as she meets him face to face. "It's nothin' personal with you, you know," she tells him quietly, eyes hooded. "You're not a mean guy, and I realize that now. The last time I got carried away, so..." No sorry! "But..."
Business is business, as the old adage goes.
Crack.
With a thrust forward, the half-Spaniard girl slams her forehead into Hakuya's for a particularly nasty headbutt - again! And should he stagger again, the girl just dips low, flaming fist tight before she sweeps upwards with yet another fierce uppercut to send poor Hakuya soaring!
And who couldn't be staggered by such blows? Hakuya hadn't fought Marisol in a long time, and this 'reunion' of sorts was telling, in a way. It was why he was surprised and a little bewildered. But there's no time to talk to convey what he felt about Marisol - or more specifically her growth. Even as he throws her to the ground with a sweep-push, she's getting back up instantly and punching at him. He more or less knew this attack - could feel the chi building up in her - but even as he moves his hands up, his jaw setting as he summons up his will, his hand moves forward to intercept the oncoming punch - and is simply knocked away, so the fist can land cleanly on his jaw. It's then followed up by even more punches! One after another, and they do indeed stagger him, enough so much that he's too dazed to really hear what Marisol says. There's just more pain, and then another bout of it as he's knocked off his feet and sent to the ground. It's awhile before he'll be getting back up... though he will, slowly, and quite wobbly.
Poor Hakuya! The shit he goes through, all because Tenma is a dick. Part of Marisol feels badly for hurting him, because, frankly, the Suigetsu heir is a nice guy when she looks past his friends and affiliations. Even if he scares Pás to no end for some weird, unknown reason. But for now, Marisol has something else on her mind.
Particularly, not relenting on poor Hakuya. It IS a fight, after all!
Grinning broadly, the girl presses forward, despite how her body aches and begs her to stop. Teeth clench, eyes narrowed sharply as she closes in on Hakuya while he rises and tries to recover. She won't let him, even if it hurts her..!
Driving herself, the redhead swings a fist low, attempting to deliver a fierce punch to Hakuya's gut. Should it land, she'll grab him by the skull and drive his face down, toward her knee before shoving him back and swinging a leg up, to deliver a scandalous vertical kick right to the poor young Suigetsu boy's jaw!
COMBATSYS: Hakuya fails to interrupt Chain Reaction from Marisol with Blind Crescent.
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Poor Hakuya indeed. He's just getting owned in this fight, and it's probably because he's been rattled and can't really put up much of a fight. Or it might just be the fat suit, throwing off his balance. Either way, even as Marisol attempts to strike him once more, and he moves to intercept, she's pushing right through his defense in order to inflict more pain. You wouldn't think that a punch could disable him as much as it could, considering Marisol has to punch through the fatsuit, but the redhead can certainly punch damn hard. The knee to the face and subsequent kick doesn't help, either, and once again he's sent staggering backwards, barely managing not to fall on his Santa Claus suit-wearing rear. He stabilizes in time, though, and seems to be panting heavily, even though he's only been hit a few times. He looks up to Marisol, not -quite- ready to follow up an attack with his own just yet. He reaches up to pull off his sock cap, and then pulls the fake beard from his face, casting them aside onto the mat. Wiping blood that has found its way from his brow into his eyes, he shakes his head, and then adopts his stance, looking more serious... if, again wobbly.
Recoiling from her assault as Hakuya stumbles away, the girl lifts her hand, wiping the back of her palm across her clearly-drenched brow. The fact she has strained herself, coupled with the fact she's wearing velvet (nevermind the fact the stomach of said velvet is cut open and bloody, courtesy of Stasya) makes this a real test of endurance for Marisol. She's pushing herself damn hard...
She just hopes he appreciates it.
When Hakuya rises, the girl's lips pull into a grin. It's not cocky or arrogant; no, Marisol just grins, eyes narrowing as she watches his stance shift into something serious. Rather than speak, however, the girl shifts her weight, her back foot drawing out further behind her. ..before she pushes off again, a breathy grunt slipping past her lips as she strains herself further.
"Hraaaaaaah!"
With that cry, she swings one fist out, attempting to peg the youth in his nose before the other swings the other inwards, a hearty uppercut to poor Hakuya's jaw once more, with gusto!
COMBATSYS: Hakuya blocks Marisol's Snap Wind.
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Oh, he does appreciate it! He can see the strain Marisol's in, but despite that, she's doing an excellent job of kicking his ass. He's really impressed! But here he is, just being all happy go lucky, and despite his experiences on the Suiryuu, he's not really doing his 'best'. And more than the punishing punches Marisol is giving him, that's making him feel the worst. Marisol is giving it her all while he's just sort of screwing around. What kind of attitude was that? So, as the girl launches another attack, he tenses, and then rather than trying what he HAS been doing, he instead seeks to raise his arms in order to block, the first fist being caught dead on in the palm of his hand, while the other is more caught on his forearm of his other hand. He holds Marisol's hands in place for a moment, and despite the serious look he had given when he'd taken off the hat and beard, he smiles. A touch apologetically, and maybe even a little sadly, as well. "I'm sorry, Marisol-san. I'm not a good enough opponent for you right now... you should be fighting someone much stronger than me." Pushing back on her hands, he jumps backwards a small distance, then lowers his guard. His head turns towards Tenma, and he motions for the snowman-dressed young man to come forward. "Your turn, Tenma!" And with that, he gives the same smile to Marisol, and tudges his fat-suited self over to the sidelines to rest a moment. It seems, no matter how hard he tries, he can't not feel bad when it comes to Marisol!
COMBATSYS: Hakuya gains composure.
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Well, Tenma had seen that one going differently in his head. Though he's managed to get back up during Hakuya's contribution to the fight thus far, the taller young man has seen only terrible disappointment as his best friend barely manages to keep the crazed red-haired half-Spaniard at bay, but when Hakuya finally decides he's had enough, and calls Tenma in, the leader of the Guardian Kings huffs out a faint sigh. "Yeah, yeah," he replies; he doesn't blame Hakuya, of course. They seem to be off their game tonight, except perhaps for Stasya. Crazy Russian.
So it comes to pass that Tenma charges onto the field of battle once again, running low to the ground in order to close with the leader of his rival team, aiming to get close enough to slash at her once with that oversized, chi-emanating wooden candy cane. "Go get some beauty rest, Red! Might need about a hundred years t' get back to just horrifyin'!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Light Strike.
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When her hands are accosted and held back, Marisol's features falter. Gray eyes go wide, her expression one of disbelief as she stands there, face to face with the oft-hoodie-clad young Guardian King. There comes no immediate retaliation against her; instead, the young man offers a sad little smile and speaks. And what he has to say confuses and confounds her. He's...giving up?
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" she replies, despite the shove back and the hop away from her. Tilting her head, she just offers the young man a stare before she scoffs, lifting her chin high. Well...honestly. She can't really blame him.
"Fine, Suigetsu," she replies. "But you OWE me." A fight, she means.
And just when she was contented, the young man just had to call TENMA in. A visible and immediate frown crosses the girl's lips, her eyes mere slits as she gazes his way. For the first time this fight she finally gets to square off against him...and she's barely able to stand, her breaths ragged. She's looking a bit worse for wear, really.
"Tch!" is the half-Spaniard's response, as Tenma runs forward. Bracing herself, she squares her shoulders, legs sliding apart. The chi-coated candy cane strikes her forearms, earning the Guardian King leader a toothy smirk.
"That's it?" she chides...before she sweeps the cane out of the way and attempts to drive her fist right into his jaw without hesitation, despite the fact her body wants so desperately to pass the hell out.
"You're an idiot!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Uppercut Punch.
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Today is a terrible day. A terrible, terrible day.
Though Marisol's punch is incredibly telegraphed, Tenma misjudges her speed; he tries to duck back out of the way, easy as pie, but he's a split-second too late, getting uppercutted viciously. It hurts - a lot - and Tenma staggers back, knowing he can't keep fighting any longer. He's got enough left for one last strike, so he'd better make it count. He'd better take this crazy bitch with him.
"Shut up--" he starts, swinging that stupid candy cane back behind him, the red aura around it growing stronger and stronger until the bloody chi obscures his impromptu, hateful holiday-themed weapon entirely, as Tenma hurriedly focuses his power and then swings the cane like he's trying to cut Marisol right in half - he might be - slashing viciously with bloody chi and festively-painted wood right at her already damaged gut. Of course, she knows how this goes if it works, if it hits: Tenma's chi will pass right /through/ her, disrupting the flow of life through her body and stealing what little vitality remains left in her, leaving behind nothing but a chill numbness. "--AND JUST DIE!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Marisol with The Sealing Sword.
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Telegraphed or no, Tenma is clearly just not fast enough to avoid her fist. As result he's busted in the jaw, sent stumbling and staggering backwards. The girl's response is mixed; on the one hand, she's pleased. On the other hand, she's so exhausted and barely coherent to truly savor and appreciate the thrill of punching Tenma so hard in the face his teeth rattle.
"He...heheh," A breathy laugh delivered as he draws upon his chi, the weary half-Spaniard just holds her ground there, eyes hooded in delight. Lifting a hand, she gestures forward, encouraging him to strike. "C-come on, K-kiryuu," she chides. "I'm b-barely standin' here. I've gone through more of you than you have of us. Y-you...aren't GOOD ENOUGH!!"
Ah, there's her confidence. A laugh breaks Rockefeller Center, as that candy cane is infused.
But her confidence falters, as he strikes. As predictable as it is, the girl's attempts to weave are met with a thrust of his cane and loud 'hrrk' from the girl, gray depths wide with disbelief before she stumbles back, breathing ragged and desperately. Oh it hurts. Yes it hurts. And so badly does she want to sleep. But...
Her feet carry her those last few feet, her steps staggered and stumbling as she falls toward her team.
"P-preston," she practically gasps. "Do your best, o-okay?"
She slaps his bare back as she passes him by.
"Tag," the redhead offers with a weak smirk.
"You're i-it."
And then, without a word, Marisol goes the hell to sleep for a few day^H^H^Hminutes. She just needs twenty, really!
COMBATSYS: Marisol assists Preston.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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It just seems to him as though the Guardian Kings aren't on their game tonight. They've all been pretty soundly beaten and in general are in a bad sort of way when compared with the Pacific Resistance. As Tenma finally beats Marisol, and goes down himself in the process, it's Hakuya's turn to move in again. Stepping forward, he watches Marisol moves over to tag - Preston? Interesting. Though he didn't even know the big guy's name, he knew his opponent was going to be a tough one! And while it was pretty clear who was going to be the victor in this case, Hakuya simply would need to do his best, as opposed to just doing... well, whatever he has been doing to this point. Trudging forward in his Santa fatsuit, now sans the sock hat and beard, he adopts his fighting stance in the middle of the ring, and nods. "Guess we finally get to fight! It'll be fun!" he calls out. And that's when he launches his attack, taking the offensive for a change.
Racing at Preston, he closes the distance between he and the larger Brit quickly, building up momentum in order to tackle him, or at least hit him hard enough that his bulk is knocked off balance, so Hakuya can pick him up and continue carrying him forward, rushing as fast as he could down a short distance, before suddenly -stopping-. It looks a little weird to the spectators - no one running that fast and carrying that much weight could ever just stop cold like that, but Hakuya somehow does. The kinetic energy he had built up seems to be transferred over to Preston, however, as, if the attack suceeds, he goes flying off to crash into the ground with twice the kinetic energy behind him.
COMBATSYS: Preston interrupts Tidal Crush from Hakuya with Azimuth Circle.
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My, that's a whole lot of fighting! And Preston's been busy eyeing off this kid in the crowd who seems to be eating a whole stick of butter. "Is that a whole fuckin' stick of butter? What a ruddy little fuck he is, eatin' a fuckin' stick of butter." He leans against the railing, squinting down at the rotund child in the crowd.
And the child seems to be fully aware of what's going on. "Oh, that cheeky little bugger, is that... is that a fuckin' pancake? Where the fuck did he pull that from? Bugger him..." Then a pause, as the Brit's eyes wander. "Bugger his mum more though, all the butter's in the right place there..."
It's a wonder he's paying attention to the fight at all. In fact, despite the stellar performance that Marisol's put in, the half-Spaniard reaching into the very depths of her soul to perform the utmost for her team, he's not! The clap on the back earns a grunt. "Be there in a minute," he replies.
But then, his British-sense tingles. Danger approaches!
Clear hazel eyes snap to the side as Hakuya charges right for him -- and then stops on a dime.
Preston squints.
As the kinetic energy rushes onwards towards him, entirely unexpected, the Brit takes the initiative himself. Even as the wave of sheer force barrels towards him, the tall lad, perhaps the true Santa here, leaps into the air!
His own momentum lifts him through the wall of energy that Hakuya sends towards him, clipping him slightly and preventing maximum height, but there's a definite smirk on Preston's face as he spins his oar, gaining in the vertical anyway.
The real problem for the alleged terrorist Santa resides beneath him though, as a sudden swell of chi bursts skywards like a proverbial fountain - sending him sky-high! Right up to where Preston is in fact.
The Brit twists his half-revealed oar, the wrapping paper shredding further as he meets Hakuya mid-flight to DRIVE the butt of the oar deep into the belly of the terrorist beast -- and then SLAM him back down towards the arena floor, falling with the Asian in a horrendous and potentially life-threatening thrust of the oar even deeper into Hakuya's body! The cordoned off area is bound to crumple under the force of Preston's fall alone, let alone the two of them!
"And that's what you get for bein' a fuckin' terrorist," he informs his plucky opponent. He bets the explosives are in the shoe. That's why they scan them at airports.
He nods.
He's tired, it's true. Even with the rest he took between fighting Marisol and this fight, he's still pretty ragged. Marisol punches hard. Kind of like how Pas kicks high, but the former doesn't make Tenma happy - though why he would be happy at the high kicks doesn't make a lot of sense to Hakuya. Maybe he was just pleased Pas had good flexibility, which was important for her fighting style. In any case, as he makes the attack Preston seems rather cool and calm through it, which is a clear sign something's about to happen - and sure enough, as the chisplosion happens, that something happens. Hakuya is knocked into the air, and then the oar being used to inflict some punishment, all to send the fatsuited Asian to the ground, hard enough to crack the ice underneathe them. Fortunately, there's no water under ice skating rinks, so no danger of falling in. Unfortunately: shit hurts something fierce. The little guy is dazed for a moment, seeming to be out of the fight! But after just a moment's delay, he's back up again, fatsuit jiggling comically as he gets to his feet, and then lurches for Preston. Letting out a loud 'Hyaaaaaah!' he forces himself to move, to act and attack.
And the attack does come. Grabbing the Brit at the waist, Hakuya will first attempt to pull him forward, then up and over in a strong suplex, crashing the man's more bare head into the padded ice. Then, rolling out from under him, Hakuya will grab the larger man once more, and using a great deal of strength he really shouldn't have at this point, lifts Preston up, and then slams him back down in a rough powerbomb throw. Finally, he'll grab Preston by the ankles and drag him a short distance before lifting him up by his feet, then chucking him over his shoulder into the side of the enclosed area, slamming him into the wall of the rink, much to the alarm of the spectators. Regardless of whether all this goes down or not, Hakuya will stagger a bit, then finally collapse, leaving only Kenji able to fight on the Guardian Kings side.
COMBATSYS: Hakuya can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Hakuya successfully hits Preston with Last Eclipse.
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Standing over the fallen (?!) Hakuya in the fat suit, Preston just keeps on nodding. And then he hoists his oar out of the suit's middle and starts walking away, clearly expecting the last member of the Kings to step out and receive a beatdown.
But wait!
There's more!
"Oh fuck this I'm not standin' around to get hit," Preston declares his strategy under his breath, and attempts the impossible. A man of his size seeks to evade his opponent.
Yeah, clearly it doesn't go so well.
Nursing a sore head, some rubbed-raw arms from being dragged, and a sore upper and lower back from the powerbomb and the subsequent check into the boards, the Brit is more than just sore.
"Oh you bloody little seaward," he grouses, awkwardly extracting himself from the rather dented, battered and broken boards.
He's pissed.
With Hakuya about to fall over, the Brit simply stomps forward and pushes the boy right in the face -- and keeps right on walking.
As near as he can tell, there's only one member of the Kings still standing -- or well, conscious, he's not really keeping track. What he is keeping track of is who he's about to hit really really hard, right in the really really head.
"C'mere, ya little..."
He's not exactly moving fast, but he's like an unstoppable force that's about to stop. So gathering up whatever he's got left, he seeks to return a favor. That oar of his streaks forward, the last little drop in the gas tank churning through the engine that is Preston Alistair Wellington the II as he seeks to end this fight right here and now!
And it isn't the big head that the oar is aiming to hit!
Regardless of success, he's essentially done -- so he kind of falls down onto his knees after that, oar likely to clatter to the ground by his side.
COMBATSYS: Preston can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Kenji with Bunting Tosser.
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Truth be told, Kenji's been taking a break-- a good, long break, sitting on the sidelines and letting himself recover after being struck as harsh as he has by that godforsaken oar used by Preston. He's letting the pain subside, move from a direct burning sting to a dull throb. He's letting things calm down, letting the adrenaline thin out a bit-- and he's furrowing his eyebrows, teeth bared a bit.
Through his rest, his teammates getting smacked about and falling... and then Preston coming in at him.
He gets back up to his feet, at least, albeit with a mild staggering, and his whole body tenses, bringing his arms in close to try to protect his head. The Nutcracker Soldier is sent sprawling back across the ground, sliding in a most festive manner across the ground and falling still.
And he exhales.
His palms press down to the ground, peeling his face up and staggering one leg underneath himself before standing back up. His posture isn't good, and his condition is reflected by his stance: His hands on his knees, his head pitched forward and his face not quite visible. His shoulders are sagged, and his back rises and falls with each deep breath, a trembling hand reaching to the buttons of his fancy uniform jacket. He opens the collar and first button, he shrugs his shoulder around a little-- and his hand works in and out of a fist. He's taking a brief pause before the next member of the Pacific gang starts out, less to catch his breath and more to prepare in another way.
He punches the ground.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH-- URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH--"
Once again, the student council secretary of Gedo High's arm -explodes- into a column of light, a wildly-flaring white-blue flame that puts enough pressure to the ground to crack it from the ambient force. His sleeve begins to shred in the length between wrist and back, and the blaze of intense burning magnesium-bright energy stays with him-- it blows his hair in every direction at once, the jacket ripples, and yet... his face is uncharacteristically dark, his eyes solid and mouth turned to a frown. Rising, he starts walking toward the two standing members of their rival school, his voice likewise uncharacteristically deep. This is closer to the Missile Fist Ashima that tormented Osaka before he had decided to clean up his act, before he had moved to Southtown. Winning may be a far reach, but he can at least make one hard statement through the roar of the flames that refuse to die out on his arm:
"One of you is coming with me."
COMBATSYS: Kenji gathers his will.
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And as Pacific Resistance's redhead leader had slumped down aside her teammates, quick hands had caught her, stopping the girl from an harsh, unforgiving collapse. The kindly angel Pás dashes forward to snag her best friend and slow her fall, crouching to support her. "Solavanco," she is saying proudly, "you did so well."
Her friend's body suddenly turns into dead weight. The Brazilian's eyes widen, and she suddenly grunts, her stance swaying as she struggles with the change in weight. "....oof, but you are needing to cut down on the pie."
Nevertheless, she finds the strength enough to slowly, carefully lay her teammate down, balancing between her supporting her friend and reaching for the fluffy wings on her own back. She removes them and places them down on the ground, letting them pillow and pad Marisol's body as Pás eases her down after.
Standing back up, stamping her hands on her hips, she allows herself a quiet moment of smiling as she peers down on her friend. She nods her head once, approvingly. Then she's done.
'One of you is coming with me,' the Missle Fist announces at that point, darkly, vehemently, finally.
Silence falls over Rockefeller Square like an executioner's axe. For the longest time, no one -- not even the audience -- says anything.
Then a long, dark arm pops up, its hand waving frantically.
"Oh! Me! Me! I am!"
Pás is ready. She steps forward, the fallen angel who's lost her wings, wearing nothing but a bloodstained bikini and one helluva grin. She looks Kenji up and down, slowly and steadily, her face couched with a considering look. Her left eye winks. She bites down on her lower lip.
"So. Who's coming first?" she intones wryly.
Then she moves, far more deftly this time, unhampered by her angel's wings. The girl lunges forward and shows off to the cameras with an aerial flip, springing off her hands and twisting overhead, one leg swinging up and attempting to crack one heel at Kenji's face.
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Kenji with Medium Kick.
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The cheerful girl -should- remember how he reacted-- how loudly, the exaggerated gestures and the way he handled himself on both the Suiryuu and when they had originally met. It was like he was hamming it up to life itself, and having a blast all along the way. But in a case like this, it's quite the opposite.
Kenji really doesn't even react to an outright sexual joke-- or the fact she's dressed in perhaps the next best thing to ... well, yes.
The Missile Fist reaches out with his left hand in an attempt to stop the leg coming in at him, but Pas is both far too agile and graceful; her heel cracks across his jaw and snaps his head to the side, the Gedo boy's footing becoming stumbles. His Kick-Rollers squeak on the ground, the full four polymer wheels scraping harshly across the ground.
The unseen toes of his left foot spread in the sturdy boot-sneaker, digging down with a great deal of force focused in the ball of his foot.
"Tch."
His head reels backward as his arm does, and the massive column of blue white follows like a massive whip, but halts-- as his arm rips -out- of those flames.
His expression stern and blood leaking out the corner of his mouth, Kenji's eyes are about as hard as stone. Likewise, his fist-- his arm doesn't even seem to have that illusion of blurring as it comes around, no fancy effects, and the ambient chi is burning off in the air as only one plain fist sails in to punch Pas. The path is a little telegraphed, yes, but it'll hit like a meteor from the sky. A powerful, crushing blow that very likely will send her flying right back in the direction she came.
Every muscle in his body works in concert.
With a fist that may as well be the moniker it's given, Kenji Ashima is going to try to punch Pas as hard as he physically, possibly can.
COMBATSYS: Kenji can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Pas blocks Kenji's Missile Fist Ashima.
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Catching herself again by an arm and rolling up to a crouch, Pás is wild-eyed and grinning more sharply than a handful of razorblades. Kenji's strange, uncharacteristic seriousness is unreturned, the Brazilian no more than a living, breathing, one-dimensional representation of the will to play. The rest of humanity may as well be lost on her.
She rises, the impish grin still stuck on her lips, stretching her body luxuriously like someone who is well aware of its state of dress, or lack thereof. Facing off, she meets her opponent's grave dignity with another wink.
But if there's anything that makes Pás sober up, it's pretty much what happens next. Furrowing her eyebrows, she tilts her head at the sudden and lancing display of chi, something very close to seriousness haunting her face. She steps back, more than well aware of what's about to happen, and how painful it's going to get. She has little time to think, and fewer choices to make.
For an instant, she nearly decides on standing her ground and taking it. It looks awfully tempting. She is so very sure she would be given a great gift of a new kind of pain, a Christmas present she'll treasure always.
However, in the end, Pás isn't riled up enough to get nuts. Maybe next time. For now, she's going to put herself to the most crucial test presented to her this fight: can she stand up to this?
There's only one way to know. That wild grin scissoring back across her mouth, her eyes suddenly bright with execution, Pás is dashing forward the second Kenji is moving, that telegraphed, yet so very lethal fist of his well in her sights. As she leaps forward to close the distance between his swing and her body, she pulls up her arms, her fingers spreading as her own chi arcs between her fingers, sparking with an eerie red glow.
The fist thrusts towards her. And Pás, with all her strength, all her will, and all her latent insanity, reaches both fiery hands forward to catch it. There's an explosion as chi impacts against chi, and she braces her body with her legs, struggling against the sheer force of it to keep herself upright. But then the momentum kicks in, and absorbing the impact straight into her arms, the girl goes blasted backward, skidding by the heels of her feet, the mats ripping under her velocity.
She goes far, but soon enough, she stops. For a moment, she is on her feet and triumphant. Then, very pointedly, Pás crumples to one knee, coughing. That still hurt. She's going to be feeling it for weeks. Her hands are smoking. Pouting, she shakes one of them out. She doesn't think she can feel it. "Ow ow ow, ayyyy bosta. And I am needings this hand! ...Tonight will be a very cold night."
No lights and fire stick to his fist or his arm when he swings-- the light show has literally left hanging in the air behind him when he swings. It's purely his fist, strength alone, and with no hesitation or restraint in his swing. It's broken walls, bones, and likely put him in enough trouble in the past that he's had more than a disciplinary slap on the wrist from his old school.
But instead of a clean hit, his fist impacts with her hands. There's a moment of pressure-- and then his arm continues on. Pas manages to hold steady against the sudden burst of the youth's strength, though the smoking hands and her drop to the ground suggest he still did a little more damage than he originally thought. Still, with the air settling and the bright white-blue energy burning off in the air behind him in a matter of seconds, Kenji finds himself feeling quite sore from top to bottom. Throwing a punch like that isn't without it's side effects, and from the sheer -beating- he's taken at the hands of both Marisol and Preston, the kick to the head from Pas-- those major factors combined with the effort put forth equals up to a student council secretary feeling like he was hit by a truck.
Pitching backwards, Kenji lands with a hard thwack, arms thrown out to the sides. The glove on his right hand is almost gone, and the sleeve of that uniform jacket is far beyond repair. His chest rises and falls, and even with the thought of Pas and where those hands may've been planning on going, he still can't give the proper reaction.
Tenma would be so disappointed in him.
Bringing one hand up to rest his knuckles against his face, his eyes close and he sighs hard.
"God, this sucks."
He couldn't get back up right now even if he were going to get paid to.
"What..."
The voice comes out slow -- almost disbelieving. From behind the Brazilian girl it huffs out in a tone laced with irritation. Pás collapses to one knee, muttering something about her hand and needing it. Apparently, whoever is speaking behind her doesn't care about the innuendo.
"What the HELL is this SHIT?!"
Which could lend to only one person, and one person in particular.
Kenji and the rest of the Guardian Kings lay broken and beaten. The last of their teammates forced into submission by the wiles of skill of the capoeirista, there is nothing left. No challenges. No further fighting.
Can it be any wonder why Luc Schroedinger is upset?
He stands directly behind the Brazilian, his fluffy reindeer paws curled into fluffy reinder fists of pain. Black-blue fire lifts up from them like mist, wisps and tongues of dark pitches slithering up his arms with the brief crackles of chi. "You... you beat all of them. ALL of them. There's no one left. Who the hell am I supposed to fight now, you dumb shit?! I only got to beat up that stupid -GIRL-! WHERE'S MY FIGHT?!" He pauses here. He considers. He squints, -pointedly-, at Pás.
And then he grins a nice, wide grin.
"... Nevermind."
His right furry brown mitton-clad hand lifts decidedly into the air. Black-blue electricity crackles around it, all converging into a single point, coming together to form a single, solid object: a small, volatile lance of pure chi, pulsating with black and blue power as it hovers in his hand. Lifting his entire arm high into the air, the German's eyes go wide. "I guess... YOU'LL HAVE TO DO." And then? He throws the lance. It swings down, and lands... just before the Brazilian's kneeling body. Striking the ground, it seems to literally be absorbed -into- it with an ominous crackle.
Pás gets all of a second to respond before the ground will literally blow up underneath her in the form of a massive, consuming lance of black and blue fire, to engulf, and then spit her out like a distasteful food in the wake of a deafening explosion.
"C'MON!!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Pas with Uberlastung Lanze.
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Suddenly, a voice resounds from beneath a snowbank. The voice sounds extremely exhausted, and judging from the initial groan, it is also pained. "Jesus Christ you goddamn kid /QUIET THE FUCK DOWN./"
The thin ice over the powdery white cracks, sheets sloughing away as whatever foul beast trapped beneath rouses. A great white form, snow tumbling down, rises up, looming over the last man standing. It recoils from the light instinctively, lifting a shaggy hand to block it out.
But it can't be -- abominable snowmen are myths! A Yeti in New York?!
A larger lump of snow by what should be the shoulder shifts, a bottle filled with a light amber liquid winning forth, tumbling through the air. One of the beast's arms whips around quickly to catch it, blasting snow away. The hand is pink, faintly crackling with some kind of haze.
Slowly, the hand brings the bottle up, shoving it into the snow. A deep swallowing sound resounds from somewhere behind the white mask as the liquid steadily vanishes. "Ahhh... hair of the dog." The head glances around, before finally fixing on Luc. "Rudolph, you son of a bitch, people are trying to sleep out here because they drank themselves to sleep on rum because they hate Christmas for deep-seated reasons! Be quiet!" Wait... that voice...
There isn't much more time to think about it, though, as the 'yeti' has hurled the now-empty bottle directly at Luc's head! What!!!
COMBATSYS: Alan has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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A shadow swallows up the crouching Brazilian girl. She tilts her head. Her mouth purses.
Slowly, carefully, she arches a look over her shoulder. Her suspicious dark eyes meet a very terrible grin.
"...Cavalo. Why are you lookings like-- "
The Angel of the Lord pales. "Oh."
Hurriedly, she tries to shake out her unresponsive hands, her own fiery chi sparking impotently from the tips of her fingers. It dies out. She makes a face, then does the only thing she can do. Pushing herself up, the Brazilian just tries to get the out out the way.
The lance comes down. The exploding shockwave shakes Rockefeller square. And the entire audience shares the same scream, turning away and covering their heads, when the ground opens.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaah!" The detonating debris goes one way, and the Christmas Angel goes another, arrowing across the sky in a blur of dark skin and shiny white bikini. The busty and buxom Brazilian missile squeaks distantly when something interrupts her flightpath, her arms and legs immediately grabbing down to hang on. It stops her fast. Something bushy. Something scratchy. Something prickily.
One eye pops open. Pás peeks down at the world. It's a lot farther away than she left it. The New York City skyline rises all around her as the distant crowd insects far below. That's when she realizes she's at the top of the Rockefeller tree, tangled up in Christmas lights, her bikini shining, her halo glowing, truly playing the part of the only legitimate angel of New York.
"Um... hallo?" Pás asks of the open air. "Is really up high and is kind of cold, is someone... ayyy, yea, nobody is coming."
She sighingly slings one arm around the very top of the tree, getting comfortable among the evergreen boughs.
"Hey, a candy caning!"
COMBATSYS: Pas takes no action.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Luc
COMBATSYS: Pas can no longer fight.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Luc
COMBATSYS: Luc fails to interrupt Thrown Object from Alan with Random Weapon.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Luc
As the Brazillian goes flying, Luc is left feeling considerably unsatisfied. Frowning distinctly, the young German twists on his heel, ignoring the pleas of his fellow teammate as she falls upon the brilliant Rockefeller tree. His fluffy hands shove into his Reindeer pockets (?!) as he pivots, snorting in derision.
"Jeeeeez..." he mutters. If Luc could, he'd probably be scratching at his ear right now.
"This was a -boring- fight--"
''Rudolph, you son of a bitch--'
"... What the hell?"
'--people are trying to sleep out here--'
"Is that a fucking -yeti-?"
'--because they drank themselves to sleep on rum because they hate Christmas--'
"... I thought yetis didn't exist...?"
--for deep seated reasons!'
"... huh..."
'Be quiet!'
"... Whatever. Just... SHUT U--"
Luc doesn't get to finish. Why? Because he's being beaned by an empty bottle of rum. It shatters against the side of Luc's head in an impressively ugly display. Mothers start to herd their children outside of the center. Babies cry. Likely, Jesus is not well-pleased. Glass rains down all around Luc as he goes stumbling backwards, blood dripping down the side of his skull. A few errant shards are still stuck in his head. He seems not to notice.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, YETI!?"
The 'yeti' just grumbles and sways a bit as it digs its one exposed hand - I guess yetis might have one human hand, I mean, you've never saw one, have you? - into the general vicinity of pockets, drawing out a long cigarette, black with gold filtering. This is placed in the vicinity of the mouth, lit up by a mere pass of the hand. What a magical yeti!
The 'yeti' shakes its other hand after this, some snow flying off but not enough to reveal anything. It's really packed on! "For acting out some kind of bizarre Christmas sex play where people are trying to sleep! Jesus Christ, it's only..." He attempts to check his watch, but it's on his snow-covered hand. He doesn't care enough to deal with it. "Well I'm sure it's an ungodly hour." Abruptly, it turns, starting to shamble in some approximation of 'away.'
"I need V8, Miller Lite, and a raw egg. I drank so goddamn much I woke up drunker than asleep, it feels like I'm covered in snow or something..." Plumes of smoke rising, the 'yeti' steps back onto the stage of myth. A mass hallucination? Many will wonder.
COMBATSYS: Luc has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Alan has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:15:32 12/20/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 18:08:12 12/25/2007.