Description: Objective: Pool sharking. Obstacle: Cross Checking Taiyo student. Alias: None. Summary: Stepping to keep one of his teammates from getting knived, Ichiro takes the fight to Ayame as the two engage in the most violent game of pool ever!
Rockets and Pockets. A popular hangout for teens from various high schools in Southtown. Half of the structure is a pool hall. It used to be large room where a cloud of smoke lingered over the fields of green atop which youths and adults alike would burn away precious time. Slackers, loiterers, ditchers, reprobates, etc. Smoking regulations and a bad rep after some gang related incidents forced the place to clean up some though. Gone is the layer of smoke. Brighter lights replaced the dim cones of vague luminescence. It's still a hangout of all types, but no where near as scummy as it used to be.
The other half is a place to grab a bite to eat. Catering mostly to school kids since the overhaul, there's no alcohol to be found on the premises. Just typical cafe style food. Burgers, hot dogs, sandwiches, shakes and malts, the like. Between the two halves of the building is fairly large opening, allowing people to see into each side fairly easily. Old, barely functional arcade games line one of the walls, but no one pays those any attention these days anyway!
Working the hall this afternoon is Ayame. At a table near the center of the building, she's been playing with a few of the guys. Taiyo students. No Roberto in sight though. One from the Lacrosse team, and another couple from the soccer team and one of Nagare's own swim team stars! The shark routine is a classic, but Ayame plays it perfectly. Throwing a couple games. Making a couple 'random' 'lucky' hits here and there. Toying with the confidence levels of the other players. And maybe distracting them just a little by leaning a bit toooo far against the pool table in her skirt. "Awh, drat, I lost again!" the strawberry-blonde stands up straight after sinking the 8-ball early, snapping her fingers.
Resting her hands at her hips, she glances toward the Lacrosse player. He has the biggest ego she's found. And he also seemed to have the fattest wallet from what she had picked out. "Well, shoot. You and me this time." Her smile becomes frightfully coy, "Let's put something on this round. Say... fifty bucks?" Not a lot, but she'll start small. It's how they get entrapped in the cycle. Fifty is just a small hit, right? Suspecting nothing, the player agrees to it with a cocky grin. He's been winning most rounds out of the group anyway. What's wrong with making some money by it?
The high-pitched engine of a Honda CBR750F street bike winding down as it decelerates barely breaks through to the interior of Rockets and Pockets as Ichiro Oe pulls up to the street curb in front of the hangout and parks his prized motorcycle. Pulling the white and red helmet off of his head, Ichi runs a hand through his short hair and scruffs it up vigorously to try and bring some life to the gelled spikes and banish any trace of helmet hair. Catching a glimpse of himself in the front window, the teen appears to be satisfied with the result as he tucks the helmet under his arm and pushes open the restaurant door with his free hand.
Ah, Pockets and Rockets. The best burgers in Southtown, or at least that's what they claim. Glancing around the busy room, Ichiro seems to be looking for someone as his eyes search the crowd. "Hmm..." he muses as he tugs on the zipper of his padded white and red leather motorcycle jacket, unzipping the protective yet stylish gear to his navel in an attempt to give himself a little breathing room in the somewhat stuffy restaurant. "He should have gotten here before me..." Ichiro mutters to himself with a longing glance towards the menu posted above the cash register. "Maybe he's waiting in the other room.
Shifting the backpack worn over his jacket with a roll of his shoulders, Ichiro absently adjust the lacrosse stick held in place at his back by a loop on the top of the pack into a more comfortable position before walking over to the large opening between the two halves of the establishment. "Ah, there he is!" Ichiro informs himself with a grin as he spots his friend standing next to a group of other students with a pool cue in his hand. Playing a friendly game of pool, eh?
Ichiro is there just in time to see the end of the game of pool as Ayame trick shots the cue ball right over a blocking ball with just enough backspin that when it lands it scoots back and drops the 8-ball into a side pocket. "I win," the girl beams, standing up straight, poolstick in her hand. The guy looks at the girl and then back at the table. The round was close, but that last shot of hers was way out of line with the rest of her game.
"Ah, uh, yeah, nice. Hey, look, how about we go for another game for twice as much?" he asks uncomfortably, hand resting at the back of his head.
But Ayame doesn't seem interested, moving over closer to the player to get right up in front of him. "I don't think you have enough to pay double, and I'm going to win again... How about you just pay up and we'll leave it at that before you start looking bad."
The player lifts his hands up defensively, shaking his head, "Hey, okay, you got me. I don't even have the fifty on me in the first place, okay?"
Wrong answer. Ayame's right hand snaps out to grab the student by the front of his shirt, pulling him in closer as she steps up against his side. "Now you're lying to me," she hisses into his ear as the rest of the group stares, looking aghast as the girl's demeanor transforms seemingly without provocation. "Pay up before I run this pool stick through your kidney."
"Hey there..." Ichiro begins to greet his LAX buddy just as Ayame sinks the 8-ball. 'Huh is that Roberto's girlfriend?' Oe thinks to himself as the color of his cheeks start to deepen slightly. The last time he saw that girl he was wearing considerably less clothing. Slowing to a stop a few feet away from the pool players, Ichiro can't help but feel like he's walked into a bad situation as the pair start to argue about money. His brow creasing in displeasure as he begins to grasp the situation, Ichiro's temper seems to flare a little at the thought of gambling. Ichiro wouldn't go so far as to call playing pool a sport, but the game is close enough. And if there's one thing that he can't stand, it's betting on sports. The true beauty of sports is to revel in the competition, to push one's self towards greatness, and gambling on the outcome does nothing but cheapen and corrupt that which the young man holds dear.
Already annoyed, on guard, and ready for action, Ichiro wastes no time as Ayame grabs ahold of his friend. The lacrosse stick flies out of it's backpack holster and appears in Ichiro's hand in a flash before streaking towards the pool cue in the girl's hand in an attempt to knock it out of her grasp, or at the very least sting her hand enough to keep her from thinking about hitting his friend with it. "That would be a bad idea, miss," Ichiro addresses her, not having caught her name the last time they met. "Let him go," he says flatly with a burning intensity in his cool stare.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Ayame with Quick Strike.
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So focused on the young man she's trying to shake down, Ayame is caught off guard by someone else stepping up to his defense. Most of the students in the immediate vicinity look like they wanted to get involved, but weren't quite sure what was happening. Ichiro put it together pretty quick though and his swift strike manages to smack the aggressive girl's hand hard enough to send the stick rattling to the ground and shock her into letting go of her current victim of the moment.
Pushing against his collarbone with one hand to shove him away, she uses it as leverage to spin around and snap a thick soled, Doc. Martin boot clad foot out for Ichiro's stomach before she even turns completely around to see who he even is. "Mind your-!" she starts, voice raised just shy of being a yell. In the commotion of the pool hall, the scuffle at this point has yet to draw the attention of the rest of the room. But that isn't bound to last for long.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro endures Ayame's Light Kick.
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Glancing over to his friend as Ayame's pool cue clatters out of her hand, Ichiro takes a half second to register the fact that he's okay before flicking his attention back to the girl just as her foot begins to lash out towards him. "Look-" he begins to speak in an attempt to reason with the girl as he lets his motorcycle helmet clatter to the ground. "-I don't want to-" he continues as his free hand rises to meet her leg. He doesn't have any reason to suspect the girl of being a trained fighter yet, as far as he knows she's just a highschool girl that's going out with one of his classmates, and so he doesn't really make an attempt to dodge her kick or absorb it's force, rather he just reaches out to try and secure her appendage in an attempt to keep her from flailing about. "-hurt yo-OOF!" he is cut off as the kick strikes him in the stomach with more force than he anticipated. Maybe this there's more to this girl than he originally thought.
Luckily for Ichiro, the impact isn't enough to keep him from making an attempt at grabbing her leg. Unless she's able to squirm out of his reach, the lacrosse captain will grab her about the thigh with his free hand while clamping down on her calf with the elbow of the hand holding his lacrosse stick and attempt to fling her on top of the pool table.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Ayame with Medium Throw.
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"-business...Oh!" Ayame finishes as her eyes come to rest on Ichiro, recognizing him immediately, even if he is decidedly more concealed this time. Her foot jabbed into his stomach, the long haired girl seems entirely caught off guard at seeing him here, as if everything she knew about the kid suggested that he's out of place in this setting.
Slow to react as she tries to process this unexpected interference, she finds her leg grabbed and clamped in place and though she tries to jump up off her opposite foot to clock the Taiyo athlete in the side of the head with an aerial kick while he holds her right leg in place, he proves to be too fast in slamming her down onto the pool table.
Needless to say, this development has caught the attention of more in the hall as heads turn and mouths drop agape at the spectacle of some girl ends up on her back on one of the worn out felt green table surfaces with a gasp. Gritting her teeth at having been caught so flatfooted, Ayame rolls onto her side, hand lashing out to grab a second stick that was left resting across one of the corners at an angle.
"So good of you to drop by, I regretted not actually getting your wallet last time we met," the smaller fighter smirks, kicking out with her free leg back toward Ichiro... as a distraction from the real strike, an incoming, swinging pool stick toward the side of Ichiro's head. She'll be glad he's not wearing the motorcycle helmet if she gets the clean hit.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro interrupts Medium Strike from Ayame with Cross Check.
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Frowning as the crowd of people in Rockets and Pockets gasp and turn their attention towards the pair, Ichiro can't help but be a little self conscious of the scene he's causing. Grabbing a girl in a somewhat short skirt by the leg and throwing her on top of a pool table? This isn't very gentlemanly behavior that much is certain.
"My wallet?!" Ichiro gasps in shock as the girl's true colors surface. Ah Ichiro. You got played like a fool, son. "And I bet you aren't going out with Roberto either! Fine then. No holding back!" he informs her as her leg kicks out at him. Ichiro doesn't seem to take the bait, though, as he can sense the true focus of the girl's intent.
Tightening his grip on the shaft of his crosse, another name for a lacrosse stick, Ichiro swings the stick with the full force of his burning spirit straight at her oncoming pool cue. The wooden stick shears in half under the force of Ichiro's metal shaft, sending splinters raining on the green felt of the table below as the crosse continues on its path straight for the girl's own head. Turn about is fair play, that's the cliche, right? Hopefully he's right about the girl's fighting ability or this could get messy.
When she realizes he's going to preemptively strike, Ayame tries to shift the wooden stick up a little to deflect the crosse at an angle, but Ichiro's swinging with more strength than the flimsy shaft is intended to weather. It's supposed to hit cue balls, not deflect something like that!
The edge of his sports weapon clocks the girl hard in the side of the head, sending her rolling right off the pool table and onto the floor on the side. Ow. Seeing stars a little after that impact, she now at least has a second to go for something besides whatever she can get her hands on. Out of sight for a moment from Ichiro due to the table being in the way, he'll no doubt hear the metallic clacking coming from the girl's direction.
"Oh my god!! She's got a knife!" one of the girls actually standing in view of Ayame screams. And in that moment Ayame hops back up onto the table, a butterfly knife flicked open in each hand, drawn from two horizontal sheaths in one of her belts. "You catch on... eventually," she snaps, pushing off from the table into a flip in the air, intending to come down on is right side.
And it's then that those two blades become a threat as Ayame stabs out with them both, one toward Ichiro's stomach, the other coming in for his back, attempting to hook him with them both. And if she pulls that off, she'll follow up with a crushing knee into his kidney to finish the combo off.
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Ichiro with Assault and Battery.
- Power hit! -
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"Huh, a knife?" Ichiro mutters as the girl screams. Glancing around the room as Ayame hops back onto the table, knives flashing, Ichiro's first thoughts are for the innocent bystanders. "Get these people out of here!" He calls to his friend. "I can handle her," he assures the other students. Yes, it does Ichi a while to catch on. He can be way too trusting, especially when it comes to cute girls. Daring to spend precious seconds watching to make sure his fellow lacrosse player starts to lead the scared students out of harm's way, Ichiro turns his attention back to the wicked girl a moment too late, she's already flipping through the air before he even has time to steel himself and she manages to totally avoid any semblance of defense that he might normally put up.
"Hrrrkk!" Ichiro grunts loudly as the knife bites home in his gut, though the one aimed for his back glances off of the ceramic plate sewn into the lining of his motorcycle jacket. She stabbed him! She actually stabbed him! A panicked look flashes across the young man's face. He's relatively new to the world of fighting, and this is the first time he's ever experienced this particular sensation. This girl is trying to kill him!
Stumbling off to the side as her knee crashes into his kidney painfully, the knife slides out of his gut and spits blood across the pool hall floor. "Nnnhh..." Ichiro groans as he turns towards the girl and presses on the knife wound with his free hand. "And to think... I thought you were cute..." Ichiro mutters to the girl through gritted teeth. Taking his hand off of his stomach and wiping the blood on his pants, Oe grabs his zipper and tugs the jacket closed. The bleeding has already started to slow down; the extra pressure from his tight jacket will help. Grabbing the other side of his crosse with his free hand and holding it in a two-hand grip across his body, Ichiro's lips draw tight across his face in a determined frown as he studies Ayame dourly. Lord only knows what she'll follow that up with.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro focuses on his next action.
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The violent girl makes no attempt to keep Ichiro's friend from making efforts to start getting people away from the focal point of the fight taking place. "Huh," she remarks, cocking her head to the side a little. "A real modern day Boy Scout. I thought your types were extinct these days." She sounds amused, mouth curling into a half smile, her right hand resting at her hip, still gripping the knife in her fingers.
He has something to say about her looks as he struggles to cope with the stabbing and Ayame laughs lightly, her left hand coming up to brush her long hair back over her ear while still clinging to the knife as well, "Appearances and behavior are often linked, but it isn't too hard to capitalize on that assumption either. You should learn to be more careful, hero."
He bunkers down behind his stick, assuming a defensive posture and Ayame pauses. He's proven to be handy with it so far. Hmn... She knows all about fighting with a weapon like that. With one knife still moist with Ichiro's blood, Ayame flips the weapons closed and slides them back into the hidden sheaths in her belt. Her left hand goes to a black pouch attached to the same belt, pulling the top open and slipping out a half foot long metal tube from it.
Gripping it in both hands and holding it in front of her at an angle, the small object suddenly expands outward with a hiss that sounds somewhat hydraulic in nature, revealing itself to be a teloscoping staff roughly six fit in length. Hollow metal at that. Ayame's expression maintains that faint smile as she mimics Ichiro's stance, gripping the staff with both hands, holding it at an angle in front of her. At least the delay gives her head time to clear from the solid clonking she got from the boy.
COMBATSYS: Ayame gains composure.
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And so there they stand. Each holding their respective staffs and staring each other down like Robin Hood and Little John. Ichiro even goes so far as to crack a tiny smile. "Nice staff," he comments, his smile growing into a wry grin. "But mine isn't just a stick, you know..." he informs her as his foot darts out in front of him, the sole of his shoe landing on a pool ball, the six ball for those keeping score, that had been displaced to the floor in their melee. Quickly drawing his foot back, Ichiro flips the ball onto his toe with a well-practiced move, and then kicks it up to chest height before it plops back down into the netted pocket of his crosse. "...it's got other uses!" Giving the heavy ball, which is just about the size of a normal rubber lacrosse ball if not a tad smaller, a casual roll around the pocket of his stick, Ichiro quickly blurs into action as spins away from Ayame, sliding his main hand halfway down the shaft of the cross and sending the ball rocketing towards the girl's midsection as he completes the revolution.
COMBATSYS: Ayame catches Bullet Shot from Ichiro with Weapon Jab.
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Not just a stick, hm? Ayame watches Ichiro kick the pool ball up into the pocket of his crosse with expert's ease. Hn. The girl knows what's coming next. Or at least, somewhat. Lacrosse player, with his sports equipment, and now a ball in it? Pretty clear where this is going!
The chi-laced six ball comes barreling for Ayame's stomach, but the girl reacts by shifting her own bo into position to intersect, holding it at an angle such that it slants up and over her shoulder. The positioning causes the pool ball to roll up the weapon upon impact, lauching up into the air and driving into the wall behind her. The projectile craters through a neon bullseye sign, causing the glass to shatter and sparks to fly for a moment as the debris fall to the floor. As the sign drops out of way, the ball itself is visible, burried halfway into the thick wooden panel.
Ayame glances over her shoulder at the crater caused by the ball, eyes narrowing, a low whistle escaping between her lips. Looking back toward Ichiro with a slightly less cocky expression, the long haired girl leans her head to the side. "You really know how to generate a lot of angular momentum with that thing." Her right hand comes up, pointing finger raised as she wags the finger back and forth. "Unnnfortunately, having the ball land off the table is a foul. Tsk, tsk!"
The staff is adjusted, returning to an angled, verticle position in front of her, her right hand returning to grip it tightly, the girl bending her legs at the knees a little as she braces.
"Huh. Nice," Ichiro congratulates Ayame on her deflection. "You ever thought about trying out for goalie?" he asks earnestly, his earlier anger with the girl forgotten for a moment. A small smile plays on his lips as she compliments him on his toss. "It's all in the wrists," he replies. Reaching over to the pool table with his free hand, Ichiro plucks the blue 2 ball from the green felt and tosses it into the net of his crosse. Apparently Ichiro is solids. Rolling the ball in the stick's pocket lazily, Ichiro's eyes have a slight twinkle in them as they shoot up to meet Ayame's. Could another rocketing pool ball be on the way?
"Huh. Guess I scratch then, right?" Lunging into motion, the captain of the lacrosse team lifts his stick and spins towards Ayame, but this time the ball doesn't come loose, instead, the teen uses centripetal force to keep the ball in the pocket as he swings the stick at the girl like a club, hoping to take her out with a blow to the head. "I never was very good at this game."
COMBATSYS: Ayame counters Fierce Strike from Ichiro with Harvest's Reaper.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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"Sorry," Ayame shrugs at his compliment, her mouth allowing for a bit of a grin in spite her intense personality thus far, "I stopped playing games a long time ago." Her hand comes up off her staff, giving Ichiro a snappy salute at her forehead before taking hold of the metallic weapon once again. Her tone is a little playful even if her method of fighting is hardly friendly.
Another ball is slipped into his crosse and Ayame watches his features carefully, "Just trying again isn't going to work, you know. I can keep doing that all night long. Or, well, until I have to bail, that is." In the back of her head she starts counting off seconds, realizing that someone has to have called authorities about the violent altercation going on in the pool hall this afternoon.
And when he comes in swinging with the powerful strike, Ayame smirks, shifting her weapon up horizontally to brace against his strike, adjusting her left hand so that her fingers won't get in the way as she deflects the crosse to slip along the titanium pole, "I guess I'll have to teach you how it works." comes the quiet statement before she follows through into a savage attack many she has fought have come to fear.
The entire length of the staff ignites with an angry, red flaring chi as Ayame swings the low end up into Ichiro's chest with the kind of force it takes to drive a student his size into the air. The follow up attack comes from the other direction as Ayame rises up with him, striking with a second hit before positioning the entire staff over her head like an executioner's axe.
The chi blurs behind the movements, forming a red, slashing blade that almost makes the staff look more like a scythe for the moment. Ayame hesitates for a moment, the weapon over her head before she finally drops it, bringing it crashing down into Ichiro's shoulder to send him back down toward the pool hall floor. Landing in a half-crouch herself, Ayame rises up to full standing, "That's what's called a 'Kill Shot'" states the long haired hellion as she stands up straight, resting her staff against her shoulder as the red energy that was pouring along it fades away.
Ichiro gets taught, but unfortunately he earns an 'F' in the class. Juggled and brutalized like he's never experienced before, the lacrosse player can't help but feel outclassed and outmatched by the girl as he crashed to the floor of the pool hall in a heap. His teammate better appreciate Ichiro stepping in and trying to save him. He appears to be calling an ambulance right now. That might be a good start. "...kill shot, huh?" young Oe replies as he slowly pushes himself up to his feet. "Doesn't seem very effective... I'm still standing (barely) and I haven't heard a buzzer yet..." he punctuates his rebuttal by spitting a wad of blood on the ruined flooring.
Pulling his crosse up from the ground, Ichiro Oe turns his attention to the pool ball still nestled in the pocket of his tool. *FOOM* the ball suddenly ignites in golden flames once more, the physical manifestation of his burning spirit shining brightly as it blazes around the ball.
"All day, huh? We'll see about that." Sliding his left hand down the shaft of his cross, Ichiro spins quickly and zings the crosse towards Ayame, rocketing the pool ball at frightening velocity towards the pit of the girl's stomach once more. Even if the ball manages to hit her this time, there's no doubt that it will probably still result in even more damage to the business. Ichiro won't have to pay for the damages will he? He's not really sure how this works.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Ayame with Bullet Shot.
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"Not yet," Ayame replies to Ichiro's comment on her technique. In truth she's surprised he's got the strength to keep going after taking the terrible hit from her deadly, chi-laced technique.
This time she isn't so quick on her feet. The small projectile comes hurtling toward Ayame and while she tries to just step aside to let the thing go blow a hole in the wall behind her, she isn't successful. The pool ball crashes into her stomach, driving Ayame clean off her feet and up against the wall with a crunching sound, her face losing some of its complexion as she starts to feel kind of sick to her stomach. Her right hand comes down to catch the ball itself as it rolls off her stomach, blinking at the thing. How could something that small hurt that bad?!
Peeling off the wall, she drops to the floor, landing on hands and knees, coughing fiercely twice before quickly shoving herself back up on her toes, brown eyes studying Ichiro a lot more carefully as she leans back against the wood panneled surface, forcing a faint smile and replying with a shaky voice, "Lucky shot," she grunts back. "I find myself feeling bad for any goalie you play against," she finishes, standing up straight.
"But I've played around with you enough now, it's time for me to get going," the girl states, tossing the ball up once into the air over her in a lazy arc before swinging out hard with her staff on its way back down. Sure, it's more like baseball than pool or Lacrosse, but it seems themely enough to her! Unfortunately, she can't quite pack the gut bustlingly powerful shot like he can as the projectile speeds toward his chest.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro fails to interrupt Sudden Fling from Ayame with Unnecessary Roughness.
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Turnabout is fair play. Ichiro seems to muster up the last of his energy and attempt to charge at Ayame while he has her on her heels, but as the pool ball flies towards him, Ichiro is able to steel himself against the oncoming blow, but the pool ball bouncing off of his chest is still enough to make him stumble and fall to one knee. "Nnn..." he groans as he shakes his head to try to get his himself straight. "T-taking off ...so soon?" Ichiro asks with a bloody grin as he pushes himself up to his feet. "We were just getting to know each other..." he replies with a wry smile.
The pool ball sent hurtling toward Ichiro, Ayame twirls her staff after the swing before propping it against the floor at her side and leaning against it a little. For all her talk he's given her a lot rougher time than she expected from some rich boy at a public high school to be able to give her. He asks if she's leaving so soon and Ayame shakes her head a little, glancing around the room to seeif anyone else is going to make a move to stall her before she's 'overstayed' her unwelcome.
But compared to Ichiro's bravery, no one else is even thinking about getting close to the young menace which brings Ayame's stare back to bear on the boy. "Well," she states as she starts to walk foward. A press of a button at the center of her staff causes the polearm to collapse back down to a half-foot long metal tube which she casually tucks into the pouch at her belt. She must think he's completely finished by now. "When it comes to me, you haven't even begun to scratch the surface."
Her approach only picks up during the last yard as she suddenly zips forward, both hands reaching out to take a tight hold of the front of Ichiro's shirt before trying to pull him over her leg and plant him on the floor with a simple enough slam. "I'm way out of your league, boy!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Ichiro with Quick Throw.
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Ichiro can't really do much but brace himself for the ride as Ayame grabs him by the shirt and throws him over her leg, slamming him bodily onto the floor. Fortunately, be it through his peak physical conditioning or sheer force of will, Ichiro is much tougher than he looks. "Hah... heh heh..." the teen chuckles as he looks up at the girl from his place on the floor. "Out of my league?" he asks, spitting a little blood out of the corner of his mouth in the process. "I mean, yeah, you're cute, sure. But I'm not so bad myself, you know. We're easily in the same league!" Typical teenage boy. One track mind. Giving one final chuckle, Ichiro quickly pulls his crosse upwards from it's place by his side, swinging it in one smooth motion towards Ayame's legs, hopefully taking the haughty girl's base out from under her.
COMBATSYS: Ayame counters Medium Strike from Ichiro with Bright Renewal.
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As she has him slammed, Ayame bends forward, pressing her left hand against his chest as she somewhat stands over the boy, looking at him with a somewhat quizzical look, "Are you flirting with me?" she asks pointedly, one narrow eyebrow raising just slightly, her tone suggesting she's a little amused at the prospect. Seems like no amount of abuse on a good lucking kid like him will keep the flattery at bay.
But maybe it's just to distract because he takes a swing for her legs all the same and Ayame is going to put a stop to that. While her left hand is on his chest, her right hand reaches up to her blouse, slipping just inside the top at her neckline and pulling out a folded up object.
As she flicks her right hand down, she intersects the crosse with a swiftly opened, sturdy, Japanese styled war fan, complete with a bladed edge. It serves fine to stop the sweep with the sports equipment and then down comes her fist, socking Ichiro across the jaw for his insolence! Standing up straight, Ayame takes a step back, fanning herself with the old fashioned looking weapon and giving Ichiro a wink, "Well, it's been fun. And for that I'm going to let you off the hook, Ichiro. Maybe I'll see you again sometime."
A whirl on her feet turns her back to the young man. Of course, he'd be crazy to think the girl is a complete sucker for another hit just because she's walking away.
Flirting? Well, maybe so. There isn't really an off position on the flirting switch. Besides, even though the girl lied to him, tried to steal from him, assaulted his team mate, and lured him into causing thousands of dollars worth of damage to this fine establishment, it's just hard for Ichiro to stay mad when there's seemingly good-natured banter going on. I mean, if she were cussing him out and being a general pain in the ass then it'd probably be a different story all together. Besides, fighting is fun!
Frowning at his attack being so easily thwarted yet again, Ichiro sighs and pushes himself up into a sitting position as Ayame turns to walk away. "Leaving eh? Oh, don't pretend that you're doing me any favors," Ichiro says as he pulls himself up from the ground. "I'm just fine! Never felt better! But if there's somewhere else you gotta be I won't hold it against you," he says with a grin, though his claims are betrayed by his nose suddenly springing forth with blood. Pinching his nose, Ichiro briefly considers attacking the girl's back, but really, what's the point? It's not like this was a SNF match or Neo League or something. Besides, that doesn't seem like very good sportsmanship. "Yarh minb in tha rebatch!" he adds, his voice distorted via pinched nostrils.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro takes no action.
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Ayame pauses, glances over her shoulder as Ichiro gives her a rough time on her way out. It's true she's hurting pretty bad. She may have got her licks in but there's nothing mild about his attacks either. "Che," she laughs lightly. Something about the brave Lacrosse player seems to have amused her. "We'll see about that. Looking forward to it."
The fan is flicked closed and slipped back into the sheath in her blouse before Ayame rests her hands at the back of her head and saunters on out, stepping right through the door just as a blinking 'Open' neon sign, knocked loose by her earlier slam against the wall, drops to the floor with a clatter right behind her back. This place better have their insurance paid up!
COMBATSYS: Ayame has left the fight here.
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Log created on 01:27:40 12/22/2007 by Ayame, and last modified on 13:47:12 01/18/2008.