Description: SNF: Fighting Like A Girl, AKA Kyo Is A Pervert! Watch as undergarments are used as weapons at least three times! Thrill as theft goes horribly, horribly wrong! Watch Kyo get slapped by a bunch of girls! (Winners: Not Kyo)
One week she's beating on Hurricane Hime with a staff and the next week she's partnered with the little squirt. The next week she's trading thrown blades with Nadine Kennicot and this week she's working with the blonde foreigner. Ayame is starting to detect a pattern here... Maybe that means next week she'll be partnered with Kyo instead of getting crisped by him?
And of course she knows who Kyo Kusanagi is. Who doesn't? Standing in a sea of racks and shelves full of, well, frilly fabrics, Ayame rests her hands at her hips, shaking her head. "What kind of idiot stages a fight with a walking flamethrower in a clothing store?" the girl mutters out loud. Her experiences since venturing into the Saturday Night Fight extravaganzas have been variable to say the least. Sometimes she's tossed in with a bunch of rank amateurs and other times she's allied with said rank amateurs against someone a lot better at fighting than them all. She knows how this goes. They're just here to make Kyo look good, in her cynical opinion. On the other hand, given the setting, it's going to be hard for Kyo to come out of this 'looking good'. Someone in charge of this charade has a twisted sense of humor...
The Fighting Like A Girl franchise has gone to great lengths to promote their merchandise, hyping up many of their lines of women's lingerie as being exact matches for what many of the more famous fighting females in the world wear! One hand coming up from her hip to scratch at the side of her head as she looks over a clothing rack purporting to display authentic Mai Shiranui thongs, 'Just as seen at Howard Arena', it claims. "Well, that's one price of fame, I guess..." she muses. Maybe some of those more famous fighting females that opt for pants in their attire are onto something, like that Futaba pipsqueak or Makoto.
Stretching her arms out at her sides, the girl turns around with an idle yawn, trying to figure out how to get around the fact that the entire fighting space is filled with rows upon rows of clothing racks. The ceiling is somewhat high, so airborn tactics seem doable if one opts for them. Otherwise, these are going to be some cramped quarters. "Hope everyone got their last minute shopping done, there's not going to be much left of the inventory when this is over with." Reaching down to her left side, the girl flips open a black pouch affixed to one of her multiple belts and then just waits.
What kind of idiot stages a fight in a clothing store? The kind of idiot that runs a multi-million dollar fighting franchise, and the one that owns the shop, apparently. Fighting and destruction of property are just -great- for publicity after all, but you'd think that if they wanted to -actually- garner more business, they would've had the three dress in the lingerie they were trying so hard to promote.
Whatever their reasoning for -not- doing things this way isn't important. What is important is that at that very moment, the punk rock princess is entering the shop and just happens to overhear what one of her supposed partners for this fight is muttering. Affecting the Cockney accent, she narrows her eyes at Ayame and shrugs. "The kind'a idiot that's gonna pay you for showin' up, apparently." Rolling her eyes upward to the ceiling as she continues on her way, stopping at a rack not far from where the other girl is and peruses the wares.
Eh. In concept, she supposes the stuff is alright. Flashy clothing does draw a crowd after all.
Lifting up something that looks like a skimpy piece of lace, she smirks and glances in the mirror. "Good lord..." Tossing it back onto the rack, Arika glances around the shop, attempting to ensure that all the spectators that might be hanging around aren't going to find themselves in the middle of the fight. Once satisfied that everyone is pretty much out of the way, she begins to stretch and limber up her body while she waits for things to get started.
The real reason they didn't have to dress in it is because Nadine is underage, even if she doesn't look it. It would probably make it even worse for Kyo.
Nadine will admit to no particular interest in the lingerie available for sale here. She already owns plenty of underwear, not that anyone else gets to see it (as far as you know). The sports bras are pretty high-quality, though; she might have to pick up some of them.
She makes a rather noncommital noise at Ayame when she mentions shopping, then turns away from the tops she was rather inobtrusively looking at. "As long as he doesn't burn us down I don't care what he does to the merchandise," she says.
It's all about ratings, right? You've got one world-class fighter, considered one of the best martial artists on the ENTIRE FREAKIN' PLANET (and the absolute best, of course, if you were to ask /him/) plus one lingerie store, plus three presumably attractive young women who are also fighters in their own right; this kind of math can only end with the solution of PROFIT!
Seeming largely unaffected by being adrift in a sea of lacy, frilly unmentionables, Kyo Kusanagi steps into the store with his eyes half-hooded and a lazy smirk on his face. "Awww," he calls out, as Arika tosses the lacy little thing she'd been holding up back onto the rack. "Got my hopes up." Yeah, he's a little bit of a pervert. But, moments later, there the reigning World Warrior is in the midst of the fighting area, looking entirely out of place in his current surroundings, giving his gloves a last adjusting tug before he lifts his right hand up, the gloved appendage awash in the sacred crimson flames of the Kusanagi. "So, you all signed your waivers, right? 'cause the last thing I need is a buncha amateurs whining about getting into the ring with me. Tell you what though," he adds, snuffing out the flames on his hand with a dismissive motion. "Since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you all get the first shot in. Let
It's all about ratings, right? You've got one world-class fighter, considered one of the best martial artists on the ENTIRE FREAKIN' PLANET (and the absolute best, of course, if you were to ask /him/) plus one lingerie store, plus three presumably attractive young women who are also fighters in their own right; this kind of math can only end with the solution of PROFIT!
Seeming largely unaffected by being adrift in a sea of lacy, frilly unmentionables, Kyo Kusanagi steps into the store with his eyes half-hooded and a lazy smirk on his face. "Awww," he calls out, as Arika tosses the lacy little thing she'd been holding up back onto the rack. "Got my hopes up." Yeah, he's a little bit of a pervert. But, moments later, there the reigning World Warrior is in the midst of the fighting area, looking entirely out of place in his current surroundings, giving his gloves a last adjusting tug before he lifts his right hand up, the gloved appendage awash in the sacred crimson flames of the Kusanagi. "So, you all signed your waivers, right? 'cause the last thing I need is a buncha amateurs whining about getting into the ring with me. Tell you what though," he adds, snuffing out the flames on his hand with a dismissive motion. "Since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you all get the first shot in. Let's go, huh?"
And then Kyo just waits. What a nice guy!
COMBATSYS: Kyo has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Arika has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Nadine has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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"Che," Ayame replies Arika as the Brit walks by. As the blonde looks over some of the store's selections, the strawberry-blonde is studying her rather intently. No, it isn't like /that/. She's looking at that 14k diamond adorned ring on her right hand. That little beauty is worth way more than Ayame is getting paid to be here and immediately the young theif's, well, distracted to say the least.
She snaps her mind back to the fight the moment Kyo starts talking though. So he sounds like an annoying young adult, just like anyone else, Ayame ponders, looking the famous Kusanagi over. He awhs at Arika but Ayame merely quirks her eyebrow. Arika's outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination to begin with. Kyo adjusts his gloves and almost like a little mimic, Ayame does the same with her single left glove. "Well, that's sure swell of you!"
Not one to pass on an opportunity to get a quick shot in, Ayame is off, charging toward Kyo completely unarmed at first. It's her right hand that lashes out to the side when she's still a few yards out, hefting up one of the verticle metal poles, laden with hooks covered with underwear of all colors. A makeshift weapon, but the girl seems to handle it well enough as she slides in close to Kyo, spins the rack once over her head, then brings the whole collection of metal and fabrics crashing down toward the top of Kyo's head!
"You like it so much," Arika says, reaching back for the lace thing, "wear it yourself." Tossing it toward Kyo, she mutters, "Perv," under her breath. But being as how he's wanting to be generous, she's not about to let that pervy attitude deter her from what she came here to do today - fight.
She's not ignoring those she's meant to work with though. She watches, waiting to see if one is going to take Kyo up on his generosity first. Doesn't look like she's going to be disappointed either, but she's not expecting a rack of clothing to be hoisted up and slammed toward his head. There's only one thought in her mind at this point.
Show off.
Whatever. If it works, it works in her favor as well, and so she gives Ayame enough time to make the attempt before she -actually- maneuvers herself toward Kyo. Chambering her right fist, she dashes toward him and swings in toward him at an angle. Her fist pops up toward his jaw, almost synchronously with the downward motion of the rack of flashy fabrics. In the mere seconds this takes, her left hand thrusts forward. As it moves through the air toward its target, a bright violet energy coalesces around it until her arm is extended fully, where it bursts forth as she attempts to land a solid palmheel strike to his chest.
Oh, he's letting them go /first/. How chivalrous.
Nadine doesn't really care about chivalry. If he's offering up a tactical advantage, she's going to capitalize on it. She bends just slightly, drawing one of her knives from where it sits, strapped to the outside of her thigh. It /apparently/ slips from her grasp and goes straight up.
That was intentional. Nadine picks it out of the air as it descends with a forward movement of her hand, whipping it forward with all the downward velocity transformed into horizontal. Whipping winds ruffle some of the racks as it passes them, although it disturbs nothing enough to actually knock it /off/ the rack.
She remembers she's on a team long enough to steer it around other people, gusts causing the knife to gently curve in the air.
COMBATSYS: Kyo blocks Nadine's Zephyr Dart.
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COMBATSYS: Kyo endures Arika's Diva Allegro!
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COMBATSYS: Kyo fails to counter Random Weapon from Ayame with Nue Tsumi.
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With a laugh, Kyo just catches whatever it was Arika tossed at him, casually flinging it to one side. And then, of course, the three girls all accept his terribly kind offer, leaping on him with gusto. The knife whipping through the air at him glances off of his upraised forearm, barely managing to do much of anything through the thick leather of his jacket, and then careens off back to wherever it's bound to go; Arika, he doesn't even try to avoid, letting her smack him right in the jaw, and her energy-wreathed left hand strike him heel-first in the center of his chest, driving him back as he tries to catch that rack coming down on him.
Unfortunately, he fails to do so.
Instead, Kyo gets clobbered with it, the metal breaking and the flimsy underthings scattering, landing on top of him and the ground at his feet. The blow staggers him - slightly - before a faint snort of laughter escapes the Kusanagi heir. And then he throws his head back and laughs. Mostly at himself. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" he practically guffaws, holding his gut with one arm. Oh man, that was pretty rich. "Hey... Keep that up and you might beat me, if this match goes on four more years, huh?"
Well, that didn't work out so bad. Huzzah for improvised weapons. Kyle eat your heart out! The rack is pretty much busted and useless now and Ayame tosses aside the half left in her hands to the side. Well, that was fun, but enough with playing around. "Four years, eh?" the girl glances back toward the young man as he gets up to his feet. "That the best you got? I thought you were supposed to be good at this." Her right hand comes up to brush her hair back over her shoulder while her left hand slips into the pouch on her belt to pull out a half-foot long metal tube.
As she twirls it into position at her side, the tube expands out into a full length six foot long metal staff. Sturdier than the clothing rack, it at least won't break should she manage to bash it over Kyo's head!
He's taking a time out to laugh at that last scuffle which gives the swift girl time to come in for a second assault, stabbing the staff out like a lance toward Kyo's stomach to draw his guard low before stepping forward into a spin that has the metal polearm spinning in toward the level of his head.
Okay, granted. The showing off did the trick. Likely distracted him or some-such. The cocky attitude from both her opponent and her ally has her rolling her eyes, even though she knows that it's this whole theme with fighters. She's only met a few who weren't truly cocky about what they did, and even those affect a cocky attitude to boost their own morale every so often. Heck, she does it herself. However, unlike Ayame, she doesn't feel the need to retort verbally.
Instead, she slides her left foot backward, drawing her out of Kyo's reach. Taking note of the situation, and noticing that her two fight-pals seem to be using weapons, Arika makes a quick mental notation to avoid them as much as possible. That being said as Ayame decides to attack head on, she attempts to complement it. Whisking her right foot upward, she whirls herself in behind Kyo. Keeping the motion fluid, she springs her right foot forward and slams it toward his upper back once more attempting to knock him into the other attack.
Nadine holds her hand out, and the knife eventually comes back to it, whirling back on a slightly different flight path than the one it took there. Nadine smiles slightly as she gets her hand on it, moving forward slowly.
"I expected a bit more style out of someone who came as acclaimed as you," Nadine says, in her light Bristol accent. "Come on, give us a bit of a show, why don't you? They certainly expect us to be giving you one," she adds, with a hint of distaste, as she passes a rack of thongs.
She ducks forward, half-squatting and keeping her upper body parallel to the ground, so that she actually fits /under/ some of the racks; Nadine vanishes in a rustle of clothes, only reappearing as she lunges from behind a rack much closer to Kyo, using the underclothes on it to disguise exactly where the thrusts from the two knives are coming from. Nadine moves back again afterwards, to hide herself in the cloth.
COMBATSYS: Kyo blocks Nadine's Medium Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Kyo blocks Ayame's Medium Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Kyo with Medium Kick.
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This time, though, it seems the gaps in Kyo's defense show another way; Nadine's hidden stabs can't defeat Kyo's instincts, and fail to get any real bite as he guards against both attacks, his other arm coming up to block the metal pole as it heads towards his stomach and then his head, only the faintest of grunts following each impact. Arika, though, has more luck, since she's behind him as he's blocking the other attacks; he tries to slip out of the way of her kick, but it hits home, driving him forward against the strike he's guarding from Ayame. Okay then.
"Next up," says Kyo, suddenly whirling around towards Arika, swinging his right fist in a hooking punch aimed right at the singer's face, which is of course accompanied by a trail of flickering crimson flames. If the first strike hits home, then Kyo simply steps /into/ it, swinging his other fist up in a fiery uppercut aimed right at the underside of the Punk Rock Princess' jaw. "Kinda cheap, attacking form behind, huh?!"
Hn. The feint didn't manage to open a way through Kyo's defenses for either herself nor Nadine. But Arika got in a good, solid hit, making her the target of Kyo's attention as he turns on her now. "Hey, quit your crying," Ayame chimes in as Kyo berates Arika for slipping in an attack from a blind spot. "We're not really taking custom requests for attacks here, you'll have to work with what you get."
It's not intentional team work - none of these three have fought together before, and it's questionable how well they'd even get along outside of this. But here in the... store, they're meshing together workably well, giving Kyo a real struggle so far at least.
It's a bit late, but Ayame tries to bail Arika out all the same, leaping for Kyo as he turns toward the Rocker fighter. The attack is simple enough - an attempt to slip her staff in around his neck from behind and pull back hard, lifting her feet up off the ground as she attempts to yank him down to the floor all together. Ground any fighter and they can become a sitting target for all kinds of abuse!
COMBATSYS: Kyo successfully hits Arika with Aragami.
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As previously stated, Arika knows nothing of her two allies. What she -does- know is how to coordinate attacks with others, thanks to her actual team. Working with them in Thailand, and Eva and Hurricane Hime during the events aboard the Suiryuu, she's developed a new sense of watching those she's meant to be working with in order to not futz up any of their attacks.
However, while doing this she winds up taking a fist to the cheek. It's not the actual punch that hurts so much as the fiery crimson energy which trails after that, singing her skin. Slamming her left arm upward, she attempts to knock the uppercut off course, but winds up just burning her arm in the process before her head is snapped back by the force of the punch and her arm accompanying it.
Good thing she wasn't trying to reply to him at the time, as she's quite certain she would've wound up biting her tongue.
Forcing herself not to be nauseated by the smell of seared flesh, she grits her teeth and shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe I just don't like lookin' at your face." The words come out in an oddly neutral tone, like she really doesn't care one way or another she's just been injured.
Dropping her injured arm to her side, she balls her right hand into a tight fist and spins herself toward him. As her back turns toward him she swings her fist backward aiming it at the center of his face.
Nadine pulls back after her thrusts. They may not have gotten in solidly, but they were a distraction - and sometimes a distraction is what the other combatants need. She doesn't know them or like them, but she can work with them - for now, at least.
She does not attack again. Instead, Nadine moves toward one of the walls, literally running up it with both feet and one hand on the wall, and dislodging a whole bunch of clothes as she does; at the top of her path, she embeds a knife into the wall to the hilt and hangs off it, twisting around so she can look down at the fight.
And she watches.
COMBATSYS: Nadine focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kyo with Medium Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Kyo with Medium Punch.
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Is this the end of Kyo Kusanagi? With Nadine off... Doing whatever it is Nadines do, Kyo is left with only two girls to deal with here in the middle of the lingerie store, and apparently their affront at having to fight in a place like this with some fire-wielding loudmouth is giving them legendary power, because Kyo gets hit in the face with the back of Arika's fist, unable to get his arm in the way in time, the blow staggering him back just enough that he can't really avoid Ayame's own attack. Caught by the staff, he's flipped over and onto the ground, crashing down a bit painfully... But he's not just going to stay there, you know?
Already rising, Kyo glances at the young women, and where another fighter would perhaps have a more serious mein now, looking at his opponents in a new light, Kusanagi just flashes a smarmy grin. "Hey... Maybe you all aren't such a joke after all, huh?" he wonders, taking just a moment for himself. He's lost the pace of the match, so clearly he needs to... Uh... Apparently hold up a thong and peer at it curiously. "You girls actually wear this kinda crap? Doesn't it, like, /ride up/?"
COMBATSYS: Kyo gains composure.
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Ayame rolls back as Kyo kciks back up to his feet, wary of a potential counter attack after having dropped him to the floor. But instead he's inspecting the, ah merchandise and the staff user rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on. Is this some kind of joke? I was expecting Kyo Kusanagi, World Warrior champion, and all I get is some cosplay-look alike clown who can't seem to keep his mind off underwear long enough to focus on giving us a serious fight."
The girl relaxes her guard, lowering her staff down to her side, her right hand resting against her hip again as she shakes her head. "And we're supposed to be the nobodies here? Well, whatever, I guess everyone has their weakness. Yours just happens to be being a righteous pervo." That's right, she calls him out!
But as she chatters, Ayame is backing up, right hand slipping down to her waist to squeeze the clasp of one of her belts, sliding the coiled lengths of it off to reveal it to be a simple leather whip of about a yard in length. But she doesn't charge back in just yet, perhaps following Nadine's example of giving this guy additional consideration from a distance.
COMBATSYS: Ayame focuses on her next action.
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Kyo's busy holding up underwear, Ayame's busy chastising him for it, Nadine looks like she's preparing to do -something- (though she really can't discern just -what- as of yet), and Arika?
She begins to dance.
Oh, not the whirly-twirly sort of thing. It's more dance incorporated with a boxing technique she's particularly fond of. Bouncing from one foot to the other in a quick, rhythmic motion, she begins to advance on Kyo once more.
She does shoot a glance between Kyo and Ayame though and snerks. "Didn't I say that earlier?" She's just a lot less wordy than some at it.
Continuing her approach, she swings her entire body around, drawing her right leg up vertically. Rotating it slightly, she snaps it out toward Kyo's head, hoping to knock him back against some shelving filled with more practical intimates that she's spotted near Nadine.
That really isn't your business, is it?" Nadine asks, hanging off the wall still. She reaches over, snags the only thing in reach - it's a sports bra - and yanks it free.
Tensing, Nadine leaps from her spot, stretching the elastic portion of the bra as far as it goes. She practically throws herself toward Kyo as Arika tries to move him toward her, attempting to twist around and wrap it around his neck like an improvised garotte, and pull her entire weight against it.
"This is probably the only way you'll get ahold of one of these after a girl touched it, so you can keep it when I'm done." Nadine attempts to follow up the choke - while still doing it, in fact - by kneeing him in the small of the back.
COMBATSYS: Kyo blocks Nadine's Savage Combo.
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COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Kyo with Rhythmic Roundhouse.
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Man, sometimes you just can't win. Even if you're Kyo Kusanagi. The hurtful words tossed his way by Ayame and Nadine don't seem to accomplish much, as the legendary fighter - having a legendarily bad day - instead tries to deal with the more hurtful attacks directed at him. He tries to hop back out of the way of Arika's kick, but instead gets clipped right in the head, staggering... Right into Nadine. Finding himself garotted, Kyo grabs the sports bra with one hand and leans forward a little, diminishing the worst of the attack. And he frowns, slightly.
"Real clever," Kyo says, suddenly rushing forward at Arika. He doesn't seem inclined to slow down, either, instead reaching to grab the musician by whatever might be handy, lifting her off of the ground with his free hand, and then... "BURN!!" he bellows, letting out a sudden EXPLOSION of sacred fire, threatening to engulf Arika in burning pain.
And unless Nadine let go, she's still on his back the whole time. What a trooper.
It looks like Nadine and Arika have done a good job keeping Kyo under pressure but that doesn't mean Ayame is going to sit this one out! With her whip in her right hand and her staff in her left, the girl charges back into the fray. He seems to be having a rough time dealing with so many strikes at once in close range. About the only thing she'll give him credit for is being able to weather a whole lot of attacks. His flames probably hurt too, but that's Arika's problem, not hers!
Silent for now as Kyo encourages Arika to conflagrate rather convincingly, the girl steps back into range, spinning once to dish out a simple staff slam to the side. But the strike is only a precursur to the lashing whip that follows it up, aiming to ensnare his ankle in the coil.
If she manages to snag him, the girl simply pulls back hard, trying to drop Kyo to the floor again. Though this time rather than just leaving him to get back up, he'll have to deal with the follow up verticle staff slam coming down toward his back! "We might as well just get this over with," the girl finally states, mid-swing, "This guy's a washup."
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Kyo's Koto Moon Positive.
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Burn? Wow. What a witty repartee! Arika is just stunned and baffled at the cleverness! Of course, she says none of this as she's quite busy reaching to the side as she's grabbed, and making a grab of her own. Twisting back to face him just before the explosion of fire that's meant to engulf her, she whips a lingeried mannequin in front of her and lets -that- take the brunt of the damage. Flames still lick past the side of the life-sized plastic person, scorching the edges of the diva's cargo pants, and singing the skin beneath, but at least she's not a living-breathing ball of flame.
No, no. She's just got to deal with melted plastic sticking to her clothing and skin, but that's a lot better than having her hair all burnt off by that lovely gesture of Kyo's.
Allowing the melted mannequin to clatter to the floor, she wrenches herself free of his grasp and smirks. Reaching down, she pats out a small flame that continues to eat through her pants and then lunges around behind Kyo again. Oh, sure. She got called cheap last time, but that was for a kick. This is a little different.
Her left foot swings forward, attempting to hook around one of his legs. Her right arm shoots out to grab for his arm in order to wrap around it and lock him up. Should she manage to get the hold, her free arm drops down toward his stomach, the fingers on her hand spreading outward like a claw as she attempts to get a firm grip, adding as much pressure as she can manage and attempting to force him down toward a pile of melted mannequin.
Nadine continues to hang on like a maniac. She is, if nothing else, rather tenacious; if she just holds on long enough, eventually, he's going to start choking and then it will all be worth it. Well, probably not. When Ayame goes to try to trip him, Nadine hops off, keeping the garment wrapped around her hand, possibly for later use. She's down a knife anyway so the hand was free.
Her other hand, however, still has its knife. She brandishes it for a moment before starting to back up, pushing off Kyo's back in a kick. The kick was just a push meant to move her, and is unlikely to actually hurt; the gust of wind that seperates the two, blasting downward at Kyo, is a lot more worrisome.
The other direction, Nadine goes flying, almost appearing to glide for a moment before landing quite some distance away.
COMBATSYS: Kyo dodges Ayame's Blackmail.
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Kyo 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Arika
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Kyo blocks Nadine's Gale Press.
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Kyo 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Arika
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Kyo endures Arika's Dominant Diva.
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Kyo 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Arika
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
Everyone's a critic.
When Ayame comes gunning for him with that staff (and whip?!) Kyo simply isn't in the way of the attack anymore, though this might be a case of too little, too late by now. Nadine's attack, however, gets a grunt out of the Kusanagi heir as he rolls with the surge of windy chi, the gust barely seeming to affect him with the movement. And Arika, well... Somehow she gets Kyo behind /again/, leglocks him and pushes him down into the melted mannequin, all with very little in the way of resistance from Kyo.
At least, until Kyo gets his hands under himself and pushes up, basically just trying to flip himself over and deposit Arika headfirst on the floor. It's not really pretty, but grapplers make it tough to be flashy, don't they. "Hey, leggo the merchandise!"
Drat. When she swings the staff, it meets with nothing but air, and as she spins around to follow it up with the whip lash aimed for tripping him up his ankle where it was SUPPOSED to be. "Che," the girl grunts, cracking the whip as she pulls it back. But it looks like her two partners fare a little bit better, with Arika wrestling him down to the floor just like Ayame had intended to do... without the wrestling part.
Oh yeah, hmn, Arika. Ayame, having a long moment to think to herself with no attacks coming her way and no attack of hers to really pay attention to, starts to forget about the battle in progress. Kyo is going to try and slam Arika into the floor after rolling out of her technique. And it's in that moment when the young klepto decides to take advantage of the situation. Charging forward, Ayame slides into a crouch right nearby Arika as almost close to possible as when she has to deal with the Kusanagi boy's retaliation.
The attempt is swift, furtive, and almost impossible to catch in the confusion of panties, broken clothes racks, fighting girls, and lingering flames melting targets unlucky enough to get into Kyo's path. Just the kind of commotion Ayame thrives on when focusing more on her own greed than any big picture... The whip is dropped, freeing her right hand to snake up, palm Arika's fingers in the confusion, and try to make off with that expensive white gold ring right off her ring finger. If successful, the girl slips the ring into her pouch and simply backs up, the perfect picture of innocence as she hopes that no one noticed that little indiscretion!
COMBATSYS: Kyo successfully hits Arika with Medium Kick.
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Kyo 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Arika
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Arika fails to counter Quick Throw from Ayame with Diva Allegro.
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Kyo 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Arika
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
WHAM! Thanks to Kyo's quick movements, Arika winds up on the floor head first. Slightly dazed from this, she spies Ayame moving in toward her. "Wot the bloody 'ell..." Feeling fingers upon her hand she sends a jab up toward Ayame and misses. She doesn't bother following through with the palmheel strike this time. Instead, she reaches up to grab the wrist that's trying to rip the ring from her finger and grits out, "Try that again and I'll kill you." The little thief will find that the ring is stuck firm to her finger. It's fitted perfectly to only come up to the knuckle and beyond that it's not about to move.
As -if- she'd wear a ring with -that- much importance to a fight and not make sure it was secure. She may look and sound like a street urchin, but she's far from stupid. That ring represents a lot to Arika, especially considering that it was Drake that gave it to her, and the inscription inside of it.
"Now get your fuckin' mitts off of me and 'ope I don't see you again."
She doesn't really wait for Ayame to move. Pushing up to her feet, she actually stalks off, giving the -one- person that she might have some respect for a nod of the head and a small two-fingered wave. Then she weaves her way through the mess of lingerie heading off to find an official to make a formal complaint before she really -does- wind up killing the girl.
COMBATSYS: Arika has left the fight here.
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Kyo 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
Nadine has very sharp eyes, normally, and is very alert.
She still doesn't see exactly what happens because of the confusion and the crowding, except there's a bit of a fuss and then Ayame is stomping off, angry. She makes a note to look into it later - is this something she can use? Is this information that can come in handy? Blackmail is fun and profitable if you can get away with it, but she needs to find out what went on.
Nadine files that away for later and deals with Kyo some more. She has only one knife left, as the other is still wedged somewhere in the wall; she winds up and pitches it in an overhand motion. Just like last time, winds swirl up around, accelerating it - but this time there's more of it, as the weapon is almost surrounded by a horizontal tornado of force, blasting forward.
COMBATSYS: Kyo blocks Nadine's Zephyr Lance.
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Kyo 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
What the hell just happened? Kyo wasn't expecting anything like this at all, as the blonde he drops right on her noggin gets assaulted - /assaulted/ - by her teammate, who is supposed to be attacking him. The resulting brouhaha leaves the Kusanagi heir a bit bewildered, though not so much so that he fails to respond to Nadine's attack, his arms coming up to block the blade and tornado of force around it, the strike buffeting him. "Seriously?" he wonders of Nadine, with a disdainful look and a slight shake of his head.
Snapping his fingers, he sets a spark alight between them, and then swings his arm from low to high, an arc of flame trailing behind it... As flames sputter along the ground, streaking along the floor with dangerous speed. Directly at Ayame, whose behaviour has managed to offend even Kyo Kusanagi, however slightly. "MORE LIKE THIS!!"
COMBATSYS: Kyo successfully hits Ayame with Yami Barai.
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Kyo 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|======-\-------\0 Ayame
Well, that could've gone smoother. The ring doesn't budge. At least, not at first yank. If Arika was someone a little less, uh, incredibly tough compared to her, she'd probably go ahead and snap a knuckle quickly and make off with it anyway. What's a little broken bones getting in the way of an at least ten thousand dollar ring, amirite?
Arika fails to jab her at first, catching her in the act, but snags her wrist in the follow up, causing the young theif to try and pry herself free, just about ready to swing forward with that staff of hers to do the job if necessary. But the diva is stomping off instead, off to file a report no doubt. Too bad SNF is run by a criminal empire completely devoid of any morals, eh? As Arika stalks off, Ayame turns to the cameras and, adopting her most angelic, innocent expression, gives them a confused shrug and lean of her head, as if to say 'Huh? Don't look at me!'
Of course, Nadine is actually, like, paying attention to the fight and staying on Kyo, instead of forcing her partners to bail in a fit of selfish desire like Ayame is, so there is still a SNF going on, in theory. Ayame whirls around to watch the exchange of attacks, but now she's got Kyo's attention and he's coming at her. Or, well, his signiture flames are, anyway. The girl isn't really sure what to do given the blazing fast projectile coming her way and so she tries to simply weather the attack out, pulling her arms up and trying to win in a test of internal energy manipulation verses real fire. That really doesn't go too well as the young theif is flambeed where she stands.
The fire blasts the kid clean off her feet. She tries the stop, drop, and roll thing when she lands, the first two steps not exactly being voluntary, but all that does is light more stuff on fire as underwear, bras, teddies, and all kinds of lingerie light up in the process. "Oh jeez," the girl growls, giving up and deciding to go back on the offense.
The fringes of her skirt still on fire, Ayame charges out of the blaze, leaping for Kyo in an attempt to bash him upside the head with her staff, swinging it wildly with her left hand while also trying to get a grip around his neck with her right arm. If she manages to latch on, the staff is dropped entirely, freeing up her left hand to slide down to her belt and slip out a butterfly knife that she flicks open in a blink and then proceeds to ruin that expensive jacket of Kyo's with a good old fashioned stabbing. Assuming he hasn't done the world a favor and killed her by now, Ayame will drop down, retrieve her staff, and backflip away in the end!
SOmebody has to pay attention. It is Nadine's blessing, and her curse, that she is the responsible one.
Inasmuch as paying attention to a brawl inside a lingerie store counts as 'responsible', anyway.
Nadine could help put out the fire (maybe) by blowing wind at it, but that would take valuable time away from stabbing Kyo. He looks open, there, just for a moment - she thinks she can sneak in with a stab when he's busy lighting things on fire. The flickering lightning is enough to distract anyone and cover up movement.
She steps forward, then abruptly lunges, lashing out with her - yes, she got another knife. Where? Maybe she pulled the last one back on wind, or maybe she had a third concealed somewhere on her body. It's there, in any case, and coming in in a low gut stab.
COMBATSYS: Nadine successfully hits Kyo with Fierce Strike.
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Kyo 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|======-\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Kyo endures Ayame's Savage Combo.
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Kyo 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|=======\-------\0 Ayame
This? This has not been Kyo's day. He's made some bad choices, maybe even underestimated the three girls who were fighting against him today, but whatever the reason is... They've got his number. He tries to duck out of the way of Nadine's horribly telegraphed stab, but he can't quite make it, the blade grazing along his side painfully, drawing blood as it cuts through his shirt. And then, there's a palpable feeling. A pressure. Like something ominous, something huge and terrible is drawing near. The Kusanagi heir doesn't even /try/ to avoid Ayame's attack, letting each strike hit home, however grazingly most of the attacks end up being with the more skilled fighter's natureal reactions to getting stabbed and crap are...
And she /ruined/ his /jacket/.
He /liked/ that jacket.
Something that becomes clear as the assault continues is that Kyo appears to have suddenly become on fire. Battered and stabbed, finally taking enough aggregate damage to wear him down, the living legend (in his own mind, at least) glows with orange-crimson power, licks of flame rising off of his body, as he grits his teeth. Kyo looks... Kind of pissed off, actually. Which is why, when he suddenly sweeps his hand through the air, letting loose a terrible storm of fire and pain, a massive wave of raging flames that seek to consume Ayame and Nadine both, it's probably no surprise that rather than any sort of snide remark he just lets out an atavistic roar of fury. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
Yagami would be so proud.
COMBATSYS: Kyo can no longer fight.
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|=======\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Ayame parries Kyo's Orochinagi'!
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|=======\-------\1 Ayame
As Ayame completes her assault, the vicious girl hops back, having retrieved her staff in the process. He looks, well, pissed, and rightfully so. This fight hasn't gone at all like it should have. The bookies are probably stumped as to what the hell happened and even the little confusion-maker-incarnate, Ayame, isn't entirely sure.
All she knows is right now Kyo is on fire. And he's the only one here that can control fire. So that probably means that fire is going to be coming her way in a moment. Hell knows she deserves it. The kid hasn't done a good deed in her life and getting burnt to a crisp here and now wouldn't even begin to balance scales for everything wrong she's ever done. But apparently it's not going to be today.
Drawing upon a technique she's only pulled out at the most desperate of times - something she's been practicing, trying to refine and improve time and time again, the girl grips her staff tightly and forces a torrent of chi into the polearm at the same time she begins to spin it swiftly. At first the energy is invisible, noticeable only because of the way the air shimmers around the metallic surface. But it manifests an a blink of an eye later, appearing like liquid, highly reflective metal. "Best of luck," the girl states for Nadine's purposes. She doesn't dislike the girl, which is more than she can say about most. She hopes she doesn't die.
Faster and faster she spins the weapon, the metallic chi spreading through the air throughout the diameter of the turn, forming a completely opaque, reflective shield hovering in the air. She can only sustain it for a brief moment, but she pulls it off in the moment that matters, just as the inferno strikes, washing over the position where the girl stands spinning her staff, placing all of her hope in her makeshift shield.
And it's there that she's standing when the flames pass, everything around her on fire except for the portion of carpet beneath her feet and a little ways behind her back in a parabolic shape. Ayame exhales, shifting her staff up to tap it against her shoulder, her right hand coming up to wipe her brow. "I dunno. He doesn't seem so tough to me." she lies.
COMBATSYS: Nadine dodges Kyo's Orochinagi'.
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
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|=======\-------\1 Ayame
Nadine has never /personally/ fought Kyo before. She has never been on the recieving end of these things, and they've never even been directed at teammates.
That said, there are disadvantages to being one of the most famous combatants on the planet. Nadine has a pretty good idea of what is going to happen and that it is going to explode and burn /everything/ in its path - and she has no interest in sticking around for it.
She doesn't. Wind builds around Nadine and she launches herself away, back toward the far wall. The flaming wave can /get/ to the wall, but by that point Nadine is moving again, ducking and rolling to the side. It hits behind her, close enough that she can feel the heat but far enough away that she isn't burned.
"Thank you," she says, as she stands up again, "but I /don't/ think I needed it."
/That/ is damn near impressive. Anyone other than Kyo would probably congratulate the girls on their impressive feat, especially having worn the Kusanagi heir down so effectively over the course of the match. But, well, Kyo... He doesn't roll that way. As the last flames of that massive attack flicker and die without having struck either of the two girls, Kyo straightens up, looking at the hole in his jacket. "Heh," he chuckles, shaking his head a bit.
"Looks like you win," Kyo admits, shrugging and turning his back on Nadine and Ayame both, not even glancing back over his shoulder at them. "Enjoy it while it lasts," he adds, somehow managing to make himself seem like the bigger man here. He's being... Mature? Well, whining about losing isn't his style, he's just a sore /winner/. Still, a loss is a loss, and without another word Kyo makes his way out of the store.
COMBATSYS: Ayame has left the fight here.
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|-------\-------\0 Nadine
COMBATSYS: Nadine has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:54:10 01/05/2008 by Nadine, and last modified on 22:47:06 01/18/2008.