Description: Mad Gear Gang's infamous Katana arrives at Geese Tower, looking for a bit of practice. Unfortunately, no one of relative worth from Southtown Syndicate is available. Instead, he gets Shihong Mao. Hilarity ensues!
Geese Tower is a place of battles. OF WARRIORS.. and then some. As such, Katana, whom has been unfortunately losing some ground in Metro-City yet, HAS COME TO SOUTHTOWN FOR A CHALLENGE. Clearly, if there are some warriors, such as Billy and Geese.. the rest were no pushovers as well! Especially due to Duke!
That would be why a rather large truck, less festively decorated than last time, with paintings of various Japanese people, places, things, and actions upon it pulls up, skidding to a stop to take up nearly all of the parking infront of Geese Tower. It takes a moment later for a Shogun, armor clad, to burst from it and into the lobby of Geese Tower, move up to the administrators of the lobby, those near the register, put both arms on the counter and ..
"I HAVE COME TO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT!" He declares, in his authority tone! "As the Mad Gear Gang Shogun, I feel that my skills are growing rusty over this fighting season.. you shall help me, finder of rooms and the people in them, as well as of appointments, to find someone for an appointment of fighting, in which the time slot shall be ... NOW! For the Shogun does not wait!"
He has weapons and everything. And the businessmen about the area might be staring.
KATANA IS NOT GOOD FOR BUSINESS. But clearly he is not really here, is he!? OH HE IS. AND HE MAY BE SERIOUS.
"Ha ha ha! ...what? Are you serious? No way!"
While the Mad Gear Shogun stands at the front desk of Howard Enterprises, harassing the on-hand secretaries and frightening the businessmen and businesswomen who have no clue as to Howard's true doings within the seedy underbelly of Southtown, a lanky Asian woman dressed in all black emerges from the distant elevator. Attached to her ear is a Bluetooth cellular piece, to which she seems to devote a great deal of attention to.
For the moment, Katana is seemingly overlooked, despite his appearances and reputation.
"That's sad, Carlos. Really. You're having troubles with a bunch of card sharks?" Pausing in the lobby, the woman half-turns on her four inch heels, one arm folding across her chest, the other absently waving about. "But really, if you need help with the issue I guess I can lend a hand."
An exasperated sigh follows.
"You're so helpless," she states with an impish smirk.
"Buuuut, no matter, no matter! We'll whisk your worries away, I promise!" Her stride picks up once more, arm falling free of her bosom as she saunters gracefully toward the front doors of the tower. Eyes once fixed on the eccentric Shogun shift toward the woman, happily chatting away on her cell phone. Even the secretaries have forgotten the demands of Katana, and instead eye the woman as she moves through.
However, as she reaches the door, she pauses and glances over her shoulder, finally catching glimpse of the strange man in samurai armor. An odd silence lingers over the woman, eyes appearing thoughtful as she just stares. In fact, the entire lobby falls deathly quiet, the eyes of standers-by glancing between the woman in black and the Shogun, waiting. Then?
"...ha ha ha! That's hilarious Carlos. But let me call you back." Click. The phone in her trench coat's pocket is turned off.
"Ahh~!" the woman chimes, pale, spidery hands lifting and neatly folding before her chest. "If it isn't the self-proclaimed Shogun himself!" Grinning a million-dollar smile, the woman glides forward, hands sliding into her coat's pockets as she approaches.
"In need of training? Rusty? Well, I might have just the solution to your problem." The smile remains.
"As it just so happens, I'm willing to oblige you, if you are so inclined."
It looks like Katana .. SHALL BE GETTING NO SERVICE. As the woman in black walks out from the elevator, walking past and catching the attention of ALL. All but Katana, it seems, whom is even ignored by the front desk.. of all places, you would think Katana would keep such attention, but the chatty black wearing woman whom is walking towards the doors gets it all! Like she was some kind of attention vacuum!
Perhaps it is because of what she wears!?
But as she turns, pale and spidery hands and all facing towards Katana, the Shogun feels justice is being done! His attention is once again reclaimed, and he may not be forgotten by the front desk drones again! "Ahahah, yes, it is I! LEADER OF THE MAD GEAR GANG .. rusty? ... Hah! I, Katana, merely wish to fight against one of the warriors that Southtown is known for, and I shall never forget some of the exquisite battles that have been fought here!"
But yes, training is good too.
The smile remains, and she's willing to oblige.. and Katana .. NEVER BACKS FROM A CHALLENGE.. especially when it's training and he sort of wants to fight anyways. "Haha! So you shall help this Shogun in his QUEST for true strength!? I AM QUITE PLEASED! The violence I have not seen lately.. it fills my Japanese heart with much despair!"
And then he poses, blades sliding out, pointing up, then down, then like a clock before he spins once, stopping. "Where shall our glorious battle take place?!"
"So, let me get this straight," the woman begins, black eyes snapping shut as a devilish smile crawls slowly over her pale face. "You wish to fight one of the famous men of Southtown?" By 'famous men,' she means one of the infamous Southtown Syndicate lieutenants, of course. Hopefully Katana is wise enough to catch onto something like that.
Hopefully.
"Don't you think that's a lofty pursuit?" she asks, tilting her head gently to the side as black eyes survey the armor-wearing Shogun with interest. Thin red lips purse, an absent gesture given before she softly laughs, lifting a hand to her shoulder, brushing off errant locks of inky black.
"You are a crazy man, both from what I have heard, and the things I have seen of you. My friend, I think she would like you. I should introduce you both sometime." The smile lingers, her face illuminated with muted delight as she continues to observe the Mad Gera Shogun.
"Your name is 'Katana,' right?" she inquires, idly plucking the Bluetooth headset from her ear and withdrawing her phone, making a beeline for the front desk, where she deposits it gingerly for the secretary to take from her. "Hold this," she absently instructs.
Grinning, black eyes briefly flicker with hints of red, like glowing coal of a quashed fire. "I admit it's been some time since I've seen violence, so it's a perfect opportunity, as I've said. But really." Thin shoulders shrug beneath her long black coat, lips still poised in an impish smile. "Where shall we fight?"
Eyes drift upwards, her gaze thoughtful, a long finger lightly tapping her cheek.
"That's a very good question..."
Almost instantly black eyes snap downward, fixed on the Shogun before she explodes to life. Jolting forward, the woman charges the armored man, before she springs off her Prada heels and takes to the air. Twisting her body, a leg hooks outward, aimed for his helmeted head, before she lands in a deep crouch, snapping a leg outward again, aimed for his stomach.
"HERE should be FINE!" If Geese Howard minds, well.
Oopsie!
COMBATSYS: Shihong has started a fight here.
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Shihong 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Katana has joined the fight here.
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Shihong 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Katana
COMBATSYS: Katana fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Shihong with Fierce Strike.
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Shihong 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Katana
"Yes! For I shall gain nothing from simply fighting those whom I am nearly certain I am better than!" He exclaims, loftily! "And I shall do my best in fighting them, so they will understand the strength of the Shogun!" And what happens is that the woman tilts her head, looking upon Katana, and calls him crazy.. CRAZY!? FAR FROM IT!
"I am certainly Katana, and I am far from crazy ... I am a COURAGEOUS SHOGUN, and I shall do nothing else but prove my strength to you this day .. strength which shall never be bested or overcome easily!" And that's when she grins, eyes FLICKERING oh god she can fire laser beams can't she... and where shall they fight?
Well, That's when the woman jolts forwards, charging forth, springing off heels, twisting, taking to the air and then slamming a foot towards him. The first shot slams into his helmet, the helmet cushioning the blow.. he slides out his jitte, spinning them to slam it into Shihong at the end! .. But lo, THEY SPIN AWAY. "What, not now! How can this be!?" He calls, before the leg aimed for his stomach intercepts, but with armored arms to keep from the full force getting by.
"SO you have grown lucky this time .. but if that was your best, then the Shogun shall claim another victory today ... yet, it will be one which will only be as great as the warrior whom he fights! For this moment, I see you are a fine warrior.. but not a great as I had hoped!"
Will he be a liar!?
"Courageous?" she wonders, absently tapping her chin in response. "Hmm. Such is a fine line, that separating 'courage' from 'crazy.' Only time shall tell, I suppose." Eyes fix on the man--particularly that ornate helmet adorning his mysterious head--her smile broadening. Then she attacks, not missing a beat as she pursues the Shogun and ultimately strikes true, her kicks solidly striking their intended targets.
She counts herself lucky. Those jitte...
Still kneeling, the woman glances over a shoulder, pearly whites glinting in the lobby light as she eyes the Mad Gear Shogun. "My best? No, not even. I have to get warmed up first, you know. But, thank you for the thinly-veiled compliment!"
With that said, the woman rises, her body twisting as she springs upwards. A leg follows thereafter, her leg coiled tightly at her hip before she snaps it outwards, a kick aimed for the man's collarbone. Or where she presumes it to be, beneath all that thick padding of his.
COMBATSYS: Katana fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Shihong with Deep Strike.
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Shihong 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Katana
As the woman kneels, speaking up, Katana looks on. "Hoho... you should be happy! The Shogun .. is not one to give compliments SO EASILY!" And that's about when Shihon rises, body twisting as she springs upwards.. Katana makes a break for the jitte, grabbing them, aiming to twist around and then point them upwards, where Shihong is landing, the collarbone being struck!!!!
Unfortunately it's behind a heavy layer of padding, and while Shihong CERTAINLY DOES strike true .. it's mostly uneffective, Katana edging his body into the swing so that the force is dampened. "Hah.. so I have yet been unable to swat you, woman, such a fly so far .. perhaps I go about this the wrong way .. no, BECAUSE THE SHOGUN IS NEVER WRONG!"
He exclaims, staggering back from the assault.
"There is no such thing as crazy .. just those who are not as courageous!" The Mad Gear Leader shall not do any simply obvious actions! ... For that would be .. UNCOURAGEOUS. "You shall only see my strength .. not a sign of weakness!"
"Happy?" she wonders softly aloud, black eyes briefly thoughtful...before her lips pull into a predatory smile. "Compliments only go so far in life, I've learned. But thanks nonetheless." Her smile lightens up, another toothy, million-dollar grin flashed at the Mad Gear Shogun. THEN she kicks at him, and again, despite his efforts, that jitte isn't fast enough.
Again, she briefly counts herself lucky. But how far can she push it..?
Landing daintily, the woman glances over her shoulder again as the man speaks. "Craziness...isn't necessarily weakness," she replies. "In some instances it can be a strength." Briefly, black eyes draw to a close, long fingers curling softly at her hip, claw-like. "Do not mistake me. Craziness, courage; to me, they're the same, just different ends of the spectrum. In any case, however..."
An eye flashes open, flickers of red in her black depths. "Show me this Shogun courage!"
Twisting, the woman lunges toward the armored man. Only when she's uncomfortably close does she stomp a heeled foot down harshly to the ground, drawing both hands up from her sides, her palm's heels driving a path for his armored midriff. But they stop short--an inch, in fact. Instead, a burst of vibrantly red energy explodes to life, erupting between her hands and his stomach, should the Shogun not be careful!
"HI-YAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Katana with Swallow's Wings.
- Power hit! -
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Shihong 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Katana
In the end, what happens, is simply.. Katana is lunged at, and a heeled foot slams to the ground, drawning both hands up, as she drives them in a path for the armored midriff.. they stop short, and a burst of vibrantly red energy explodes outwards, erupting at him.
"WHAT IS THIS!?" he cries before being SHOT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM. Slamming against the building, Katana is rather pained! How pained? THE CHI BURNS LIKE A FIRE OF SOMETHING FIRELY, and then he falls flat on his face, thudding to the ground .. he certainly does not enjoy such a thing. He even coughs out a bit of charred air because Katana can.
And truly, he might be beaten!?
"You ... have earned... this..." He gets up slowly, shaking himself off. "You ... SHALL NOW SEE THE MIGHT OF THE SHOGUN. For now, he fights with the ferocity of a tiger... AND I WITH SHOW YOU SUCH STRENGTH!"
A dash, sandals hitting the floor, Katana is suddenly a rocket from his normal position, before he leaps into the air. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIKYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!" The jitte come down, aiming to slam into Shihong and drive her body against the ground, before pushing her, dragging her body forwards against the ground. "BURRRRNIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
Only after, would Katana launch Shihong into a .. chair? NO.
A TABLE.
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Shihong with Daikyou Burning.
- Power hit! -
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Shihong 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Katana
His flight across the foyer earns him a sharp laugh from the woman, black eyes narrowed as she watches him fall forward and hit the ground. She draws her arms back, folding them across her chest with a confident grin haunting her pale features. "It's magic," she states. "Silly man; don't you know? A woman never reveals her secrets. But maybe if you ask nicely..?"
The mention of her earning his might, however, draws a brilliant expression across her face, eyes wide with glee. "Really?" she wonders aloud. "Do show me!"
Maybe that was a mistake?
Rather suddenly Katana tears forward like a bullet, too fast for her to follow. She attempts to lift her arms, to brush off the incoming jitte, but finds his attack overpowering her. As result, she's driven down, hitting with a painful thud. Is it over? Hardly! For Katana drags her forward, right into a table.
Ow.
Slowly but surely the woman rises up, shaking her head a bit to clear out the fuzziness. And yet, despite that...she grins an amused smile. "Interesting, interesting. With whom did you train?" she wonders, lifting a hand up and gently brushing her reddened cheek, fingers resting near her eye.
"I'd like to know. You're an interesting character." But if he won't tell, then she'll just have to discover more about him herself.
COMBATSYS: Shihong focuses on her next action.
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Shihong 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Katana
Finished, Katana leaps backwards, having driven the woman STRAIGHT INTO A TABLE. It was a nice table. Was. And as she rises up, shaking her head to clear out the sight, she .. grins!? "I train with myself.. a daily rigorous battle between my subordinates and I! And when they are too tired, I focus upon labor such as repairing the truck.. and then, when that is done, I FIGHT THOSE WHO DARE OPPOSE MAD GEAR GANG! ... Anyone I can find! They all shall know my Japanese Spirit!"
And that's when she brushes her cheek and .. waits for him?
ONE DOES NOT EVER HAVE TO WAIT LONG FOR KATANA, FOR HE IS LIKE A BULLET TRAIN.. AND THE TRAIN DOESN'T MAKE NO STOPS. "You will know much .. and you shall be shown the style that I have worked on perfecting .. and you shall see when it is! While others borrow.. I SHALL NEVER BE EQUALED!" Or WILL HE!?
"JIGOKUUUUUUUUUUUU!" And from his position, it looks like Katana is SKATING ON THE FLOOR. The sandals and all seem to glide across the slick floor, illuminating the lights, it's like figure skating.
With weapons. The jitte are thrust forwards, first the right, and then the left. "SCRAPE!" Aiming to juggle Shihong before tossing her against the wall!
COMBATSYS: Shihong fails to interrupt Jigoku Scrape from Katana with Savage Tiger.
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Shihong 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Katana
"Really? No formalized training, no rigorous studies under the guiding hand of a sensei or instructor?" she wonders, idly pursing her lips before she exhales. Soon after, another grin, eyes bright. "You're a silly man." It isn't an insult, really; the way it sounds coming from the woman's lips is almost adoring, as if such a trait were endearing.
Likely it is.
"Very well," she replies, dropping her hands and absently dusting the front of her skirt. "Let's see..!"
As predictable and loud as his assault may be, the Shogun is indeed fast! Reaching out, she attempts to snare his arm, but instead finds his jitte crashing into her, juggling her twice before she's thrown into the nearest wall with a resounding 'thud.' Briefly, black eyes go wide.
Then they narrow, as she peels off the wall and lands in a stagger on her heels.
To her, this is unacceptable!
"Alright, that was good!" she calls, folding her arms.
"But surely you have more in your repertoire?!"
Sometimes, a full frontal charge .. cannae be defeated! Or is kind of hard to predict. At any rate, as she attempts to snare his arm, Katana crashes forth, the jitte slamming into her chest and middle as she's thrown against the wall. Katana doesn't stop his motions until he cannot feel her any longer against his weapons!
As she narrows her eyes, Katana's mask stares out towards Shihong, looking back to her. "It was good yes .. and perhaps I do, woman.." Katana briefly thinks of what else he could show her!
And then it hits. "Well then .. you wish to see .. THE ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE!?" Katana takes a step forwards the woman. "Without any training, I have been quite unfortunate.. but it through my own growth in Mad Gear That I have become this way ... and none shall stop me!"
And that's when that call may be heard. "NOW!" He takes a flying leap towards Shihong this time, landing near her. "BUTSUMETSU!" And then tries to grab her. If it works.. well, Katana aims to leap into the air, spinning. "BUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
You all know how busta's end. WITH THE OTHER PERSONS HEAD ON THE GROUND. Which may be bad. Katana is aiming to just slam her into the ground!
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Shihong with Butsumetsu Buster.
- Power hit! -
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Shihong 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Katana
"Woman? I have a name," she swiftly informs, features lit up with delight as she eyes the Shogun. Tilting her head to one side, the woman's black eyes narrow, lips curling into a Cheshire's grin as she stands, fingers flexing. "I think.. .today, 'Fenghuang' will suffice." Yes; she doesn't know him well enough for formalities, she ultimately surmises.
"Ultimate technique? By all means," The woman's pale hand lifts and gestures, a sweeping, graceful bow as red lips ease into a wry grin. "I'd love to see it." As for ambitions, well. The woman's grin just grows a tiny bit bigger. Interesting indeed!
Then he comes, flying and yelling, a predictable combo! And yet, despite her efforts, the woman finds her footing failing her; try as she may to dodge him completely, she's grabbed, taken for a spin and ultimately suplex'd or something into the ground. It hurts. Again.
After impact, the woman slowly but surely peels herself off the ground, a hand drawing across her face, to clean her bloodied nose. Goddamnit, she ponders. She's too rusty, and this is a joke. How could she be doing so poorly? If she can't keep her own against a crazy samurai, how will she ever ascend in ranks?
"Heh, alright," Finding her resolve, the woman's black eyes flare up with soft hints red once more, pale hands curled tightly. "That was pretty good. So I think now it's my turn to return the favor, yes?" Hooding her fiery gaze, the woman focuses on the Shogun intently...
Then she's off like a streak, cutting a narrow path right for the man. A few feet away, however, she leaps high and lands on her hip, sliding with energy-enveloped legs aimed for his legs. Should she connect, one leg sweeps out and around, to knock him from his feet. But rather than fall, the woman jerks to life; planting her hands, she swings her legs up to intercepts his form with her fiery heels, a burst of energy to juggle him up.
Leaping to her feet, she'll leap high and above, to intercept him at the apex of his flight and drive him downwards, into the ground with a glorious burst of earth-shattering psychic energy!
COMBATSYS: Katana fails to counter Guardian of the Gods from Shihong with Random Weapon.
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Shihong 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Katana
"Fenghuang?" Katana says as she's impacted on the ground. Leaping back, away from Shihong, Katana lands on his feet, facing the woman. Whom pulls herself off of the ground with time. Her eyes flare again.. and .. time to return the favor!? Katana isn't sure! As she's off like a streak, cutting towards Katana, he brings his jitte up.. he will have to time this quite carefully.
The jitte lower, aiming towards the leg, to catch it.
He slips. Then curls up almost, metal coming into contact with every surface possible against her assaults. It's not enough, but it softens the blow. The leg sweeps out and around, knocking him from his feet, and she juggles Katana upwards, leaping, intercepting Katana and drives him downwards, into the ground, psychic energy bursting EVERYWHERE. The pain is immense.
Smoking, Katana does not move, initially.. and then one leg. And then the other, the man forcing himself to his feet. "FENGHUANG." The Shogun calls out, jitte at his side. One sandal, smoking, is pushed until he is standing. "Now .. you have forced the Shogun to fight like a beast ... You have gotten the Shogun of Mad Gear to this stage .. but it is the most dangerous. Prepare for a fight that is beyond what you have dealt with before!"
The mask almost seems to give off a flare of eyes. Either way, Katana's true power only seems to be unlocked .. THROUGH PAIN.
And he's in it folks.
For the moment, Shihong is at a loss for words, the woman busily working to attack the Shogun, sliding in, past those seemingly impregnable defenses of the man. Fate smiles upon the woman once more, and through it she slips, legs blazing, launching him up, before she drives him down into the ground with another burst.
She smiles demurely to herself, as she springs upwards, body gracefully twisting midair before she lands with a soft click of heels against marble flooring. Then, slowly, black eyes drift onto the Shogun, curious as to his fate. He moves, and the woman smiles brightly.
"Yes, that is my name," she replies to his bellow, before she lets her lips curl over her teeth, flashing a toothy grin to the samurai. "A beast, you say? Wonderful! I look forward to your attack!" Lifting a hand up, she gently rubs at her red cheek. She's going to feel this fight in the morning, she privately laments.
"Let me show you another," she states, slowly pacing forward. ..before she again lurches to life, gunning right at him. Again, as she nears she suddenly DROPS to the ground, hands planted firmly on the marble flooring before she shoots both heels outward for his stomach, a burst of energy coupled with the impact. But it doesn't end there; no! She moves to a handstand position should it succeed, swinging one psychicly flaming heel for his jaw, followed by the second in a staggered motion as she comes to rise.
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Katana with Coiled Serpent.
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"And it will be remembered." Katana responds with, jitte coming up as she paces slowly forwards before lurching to life, grinning, dropping to the ground and moving forwards. But Katana has made his decision. He stands! HE WILL NOT PREVENT SUCH A STRIKE.
"Desuuu koobaaa wannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa chiiiiiiiiiiii sugoiiii!" He exclaims, before the heel slams into his stomach, a burst of energy coupled, and a handstand slams a flaming heel into his jaw, and then another, the man tossed towards the sky, landing and flumping on the ground. Now, his eye holes might literately be flaming.
"Kokaaa .. Noooo .. dinaaaa khaaaa chiro..... " He stumbles upwards, gaze of steel towards the woman, Shihong, Fenghuang the only thing registering. Such pain!
"FENGHUANG. HEAR THESE WORDS AND FEAR!"
The man stumbles, before his movements seem to blend together. For such a sloppy warrior, his movements are far from it. Sandals hit the ground, one after another, noises coming faster than any time before. He dips low before bursting forwards, jitte like fangs aiming for her shoulders again. "TEN!"
And if he slams into Shihong, he aims to force her down, against the ground, and then once again drive her forwards. Driving her against the ground, she might actually /START ON FIRE/ from the force, before he lifts her. "CHUU!"
And then comes the not fun part, Katana holding her by the jitte and slamming her against the ground once, leaping into the air with her finally, in an attempt to drive the slightly, perhaps, smouldering form of Shihong into the ground.
"SATSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Shihong with Ten Chuu Satsu.
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Holding her handstand for a moment, the woman exercises a certain bit of grace as she lifts a single arm up and outwards, if only to give herself better leverage to look behind her and eye the Shogun as he recovers. He seems fine enough, as he stumbles to his feet. Delightful!
"This has been fun," she remarks, as she crooks her arms before tensing them and springs herself upwards and forwards, landing in a brief crouch as she stands upright once more. "But I must ask. Why the random Japanese?"
Likely, she won't be getting an answer. But that doesn't matter to her!
"I hear them, yes," she assures, sporting a playful grin.
It fades when he moves and slams his jitte into her shoulders. A hiss of pain escapes the woman, as she recoils as best she can from impact. But she's driven into the ground, driven along the earth back-first, friction drawing another hiss and visibly pained expression. Is her coat going to catch on fire. God help Katana if it does..!
Then she's hefted up, lifted by his jitte before she's driven into the ground, a crater forming around her point of impact, dimpling the nice marble floors. Ohh, the boss won't like that, she privately muses, despite the pain wracking her body.
"Nngh," slowly but surely, the Chinese woman pulls herself off the ground, shoulders and back smoldering from friction. "That was. ..pretty good. Impressive, too. As I said, it's been fun. But... I'm not sure I can amuse you much longer. So I give to you, friend, a final gift."
With a deep, ragged breath, Shihong moves forward once again. Halfway between herself and Katana, however, the woman lifts herself off the ground, her body twisting and legs flaming with more red psychic energy. Cartwheeling once with flaming legs, she spins for the Shogun, crouching briefly before she does it again, landing in a second crouch. Only then does she backflip in front of him, hooking her heels into his jaw, to blast the Shogun up high into the air!
Win or lose, the woman is forced to kneel afterwards, practically gasping for breath.
"I call."
COMBATSYS: Shihong can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Katana counters Vermillion Sparrow from Shihong with Shiraha Catch.
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As she's slammed into the marble, Katana watches as she creates a crater.. few can understand just what comes from that! And as the Chinese woman pulls herself off the ground, the Shogun walks backwards, letting Shihong up. "It was.. certainly a fight fit for the Shogun of Mad Gear." Perhaps he thinks much of himself!
That is when SHihong moves forwards once again, lifting herself off the ground. This is when Katana whirls about, hands raising upwards. As she cartwheels, flaming legs spinning, she aims to hook both heels into his jaw.
Her cartwheels were ineffective, Katana leaping to the side, but as the legs coming, Katana's hands snap shut upon them, clenching them. She was not under her control now.
But he does not harm her more, tossing her slightly away, preventing her continual wounds. "You .. have given a great effort in defeating the Shogun .. but he is stronger than he seems. Today, you have fought well! And I Katana, am quite happy with what I have seen, and dealt with, on this day!" He goes on to say!
"But the battle is over. I had the spirits of my Ancestors as well as my lineage behind me!.. But you had done well." Katana, meanwhile, takes a few steps to the door, and then walks outside..
And collapses infront of the truck. AND HE ALMOST MADE IT TOO.
COMBATSYS: Katana has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:17:34 01/02/2008 by Shihong, and last modified on 15:24:53 01/03/2008.