Description: At THE official Star Trek Convention, a cosplay battle of epic proportions. Can the alien K' overcome the stalwart redshirt Ensign C.Jack and his unhappy Klingon companion, Tenma? Will Trekkers nitpick the veracity of their costumes and 'role playing'? Is getting KOed by a glancing blow the worst thing that could ever happen?! FIND OUT INSIDE! (Draw Match)
It would really help if K' actually bothered to look closely at his fight cards for SNF once in a while. Then again, it might not-- he'd probably fail to show up over half the time if he did. The entire enterprise is -just that outrageous- when it comes to the scenarios they envision. K' is... not enjoying this one.
The Star Trek convention-- the -official- one, no less-- reeks with swarming, nerdly life. And it reeks in quite a literal sense. Many fans are conscious enough of social norms to actually know to bathe and such, sure; but for every one that does, there's another who doesn't seem to grasp the concept that soap is just as important as the countless nerdy activities and merchandise to be had. Yes, your time is limited. No, this doesn't mean it should all be expended on pursuits that leave no time for a good wash.
It had taken a considerable effort on the part of the SNF staff in order to get K' to wear any sort of outfit as per the match stipulation. Only when the exasperated (and mildly singed) staffers had threatened that either K' would wear something they provided, or they'd make him wear a home-made costume ripped right off a cosplayer's back, did he finally submit to being outfitted by a (justifiably) nervous young lady. In accordance with his abrupt, surly demands for something flame-retardant she had caved and picked out something made entirely of leather: heavy gloves, a long, belted jacket and pants, a sort of stiff, v-shaped overlay draping the shoulders and chest. It has a military look to it; doubtless, it's the duty uniform of some Suspiciously Humanoid-Looking Race or another. Certainly one of the numerous curious fans swarming around the scene of the fight would recognize exactly what race the uniform was from... but K'? K' doesn't give a fuck what it is as long as he can move in it and it won't burn too easily.
Aggravated, bristling like a disgruntled cat, K' stalks moodily back and forth, pacing as if caged, at one edge of the delineated fighting area. Every so often, his gaze flickers out past the cameras, the lights, and the staff: moodily regarding the restless sea of people beyond. At this point, it seems, he's just waiting for things to get started so he can get out of this claustrophobic locale all the faster.
NO ONE WOULD TOUCH C.JACK'S HAT. NO ONE.
As such, the only outfit that C.Jack could be outfitted into easily, and with his choosing... is a certain outfit that holds much POOR FORTUNE in the Star Trek world. Clad in something with black tights, and the body, a red outfit, is also the mark of the the proud, the few, the easily destroyed members of Star Trek! THE RED SHIRT LEGION. He also has a hat dipped over his eyes.... which to some Cosplayers, a sin. Some of them are spitting mad, others are just mad and spitting!
But C.Jack don't ever do what C.Jack doesn't want to do, and so no one got C.Jack into one of the more fancy, less effective and comfortable clothing. The clothing doesn't make the man, THE MAN MAKES THE CLOTHING!
And currently, wading into the sea of people, or out of it as it were, and into the fighting area, C.Jack looks over to K', whom seems to be really, really angered. Hey, could they not get pissed off cats, tie them to sticks, and prod K'? It might calm him down. Especially from what C.Jack is seeing. Holding a FIGHTING STICK ( of that one scene in the gladiator arena ) C.Jack slams it into the ground, looking to K'.
"So where's the kid? And what the hell are you?"
He asks to K', as if he gave a damn.
He knows he doesn't, but neither does he, honestly. The smell of nerds, and the sight of them, makes C.Jack want to tell them to DROP AND GIVE HIM FIVE BILLION. But the fact is they'd CAUSE A SINKHOLE SO LARGE THE CENTER WOULD BE DEVOURED IN A SECOND.
So he must resist.
"This is frickin' retarded."
That would be Tenma Kiryuu, forced against his will into the unlikeliest of locales. A /Star Trek/ convention? Somehow this is even worse than some of the conventions back home in Japan... At least those conventions have cute girls. This... Does not. But that's not the only reason the Guardian King is irritable right now, because you see his costume involved /prosthetics/. So he's a bit behind the others, having been restrained in a makeup chair for some time as they put the costume makeup on the youth.
So he's a Klingon. A Klingon with a wooden Japanese sword, but still.
"I'm gonna kill whoever thought of this," Tenma mutters, somehow managing in his grumbling fury to be even more in character, especially as he glares towards both K' and C.Jack with equal loathing for their being here, witnessing him in such an embarassing state. Who cares if the latter man is supposed to be his teammate, he'd rather tear this whole convention center down on top of everyone in it, and salt the earth on which it stood, than have anyone ever remember any of this at all. "Let's get this stupid farce over with," he directs at the other two, slicing his left hand open on his costume.
This is probably unsanitary, but it prompts ooh and aaahs from the crowd, who approve of his verisimilitude.
As red red blood drips down his hand, he draws it down the blade of his bokken, forging the chi link between himself and his weapon, and he slashes the sword once through the air, setting it alight with a violent, misty red aura of mingled blood and chi.
And then, with no further ado, Tenma rushes right at K', apparently wanting to get things over with indeed as he swings his chi-emanating bokken in a wide horizontal slash at about neck-height, apparently trying to decapitate him a flame-wielder. "RAAAAGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: K' has joined the fight here.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
COMBATSYS: C.Jack has joined the fight here.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
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COMBATSYS: K' dodges Tenma's Deep Strike.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
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K' takes one look at C.Jack. He takes another look at Tenma. And then, the young erstwhile experiment does something really unusual. He starts laughing.
The sound doesn't last long. It's harsh and in actuality largely devoid of amusement: the predominant emotion it seems to want to connote being pure mockery. K' drops out of his restless pace, turning towards his opposition, letting his stance slacken into a negligent, slumped sort of posture. Sharp eyes flick up to continue their regard of the two other fighters, their amused gaze piercing through a curtain of white bangs. "Man... and I thought I had it bad," he observes genially, a smirk twitching along the corner of his mouth.
But like Tenma, he's not interested in letting this thing drag on any longer than it has to. Whatever emotion remains on his face drops away quick, leaving behind that look of perpetual irritation. He might look relaxed, but in reality he was ready to go the instant he turned his gaze on C.Jack and Tenma. The Guardian King comes in hard, cutting a sharp blow at K''s throat with admirable viciousness; but when the strike's moments from connecting, K' just isn't there anymore. In a blur, the boy slips right beneath the stroke and past the other. In passing, Tenma might hear a low, scathing, "Slow."
Resolving back into mundane sight some distance past, K' doesn't stop long before he pushes off again in a rapid lunge-- straight towards C.Jack. He's not too sure what the guy does, he's never looked into any sort of fight tapes on him, but there's really only one way to find out; and that's by attempting to ram a knee sharply into the man's throat, hard enough to throw him back some fair distance.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack endures K''s Knee Strike.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 K'
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|
As K' drops out of his pace and the youth rushes forwards, a KLINGON, C.Jack looks at the boy. "Looks like you ain't lookin' so good.' C.Jack jokes, grinning from it. Hahhaha. Loser's a Klingon. He'll never get over that. But he's got a nice sword. "Suck it up kid. We're all in it together. I don't care, what I'm here for is going to go on no matter what, hehehehe." C.Jack slams his fist into his hand, and watches as he SLASHES.
And... that's some blood. "Kid, the hell is up with your sword. Are you cutting yourself? ... Figures I'd get one of the crazies." Shaking his head, C.Jack just grins, walking forwards. Meanwhile, K' has his eyes on him. The rapid lunge towards C.Jack continues forwards. C.Jack shambles forwards. The knee is raised.. C.Jack doesn't move a muscle. It slams into his chest, not his throat, in the end.
Because he knows how to take a punch. "P-Pretty damn... good." C.Jack chokes out, not winded, but damn it hurt. "But you want to see a punch?" He asks, grinning.
And that's what he did this for. The red shirt gets a bit redder due to blood.. but C.Jack has a knee in his chest, and K'?
K' has a heavy fist coming around with EVERYTHING the man has. It's a bit early? But if K' doesn't get the heck out of dodge... it won't matter if it's early or not. "Try this one for size...!" For all his sacrifice, the punch is RIGHT up in K's face.. would he be able to pull away in time!?
Yeah... That WAS pretty slow, wasn't it? A faint hiss of irritation leaves Tenma as K' avoids him rather deftly and then goes right after poor C.Jack, though he totally deserves it after those remarks. "Well, 'least this might be interestin'," he muses, his smirk not coming through all that well in the Klingon makeup. His forehead looks kind of like a butt right now, and he's not particularly happy about it.
With Jack coming at K' from the front with one helluva punch, Tenma does the logical next thing and tries to keep the dark-skinned young man trapped between two attacks as he lunges again, this time from behind. Bokken raised over his head with both hands, he slashes down as he gets closer to the flamewielder, leaving a streak of bloody energy in his weapon's wake, before reversing the blade at the bottom of the slash and cutting back upwards, in a shallow V-shape.
This gets some boos from the audience; that wasn't honourable /at all/!
COMBATSYS: K' blocks C.Jack's Final Punch.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 K'
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: K' endures Tenma's Ungyou.
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Tenma 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 K'
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|
Mild surprise twitches across K''s expression as C.Jack simply... moves forwards to take the hit. But K' doesn't waste time being too shocked. The other fighter's already throwing a punch straight for his face, and-- still overextended as he is-- K' has little choice but to just try and catch it before it rearranges his features. That armored hand snaps up to snare the thrown fist, intercepting it halfway; the force behind it jars his blocking arm all the way down to his shoulder, but he manages to keep it away from his face.
Tenma, however, is a bit more difficult. Pushing roughly away from C.Jack with a sharp huff of irritation-- mostly at the stinging that momentarily renders his right arm a bit useless-- K' doesn't sense the student coming until it's too late to do much of anything but just turn and take it. K' gets a nice up-close encounter with that bloody chi as he storms clear into the assault; a grimace serves as the bulk of his reaction to the unusual mode of energy manifestation.
"That's -disgusting-," K' observes, now a little bit bloody for reasons unrelated to injury, even as he forces through Tenma's strike. His left hand lifts slightly, tensing-- it's not immediately certain what he's going to do, especially with his hand so close to the kid, but soon enough he shows that he doesn't need distance between his fist and his target to put a considerable amount of force behind a punch. Instants from Tenma's chest, K''s hand snaps shut into a fist and drills forwards, aiming to knock him clear back for his pains.
With K' blocking the punch, C.Jack grins. Well.. that'll get THAT out of the way, but in the end, Cracker Jack has to stagger backwards, in the red outfit, his luck, or it's luck, must be getting to him! Not that he knows what it could be. "H-Heh.. looks like you're going to impress me alright.." C.Jack gets out, getting his breathe back.
But you can't keep a good C.Jack down.
"But let's see if you can match my might in the realm of combat! ....." He stops, grumbles, and admits, "Hey they wanted it...." Before C.Jack grabs the bladed weapon and rushes towards K' while the nerds cry out for blood. It's a horrible hooting and hollering that sounds like a bunch of fat guys at a buffet, commenting upon speed at what they wish to eat next.
"Here it comes!" C.Jack aims to slam the bladed duel weapon, designed for what Tenma is, and then UPPERCUT K' into the air with it..
And then choke slam him with it into the ground. OH YEAAAAAAH.
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures K''s One Inch.
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Tenma 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 K'
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C.Jack 0/-------/--=====|
"Well, so's your mom," Tenma replies immediately to K''s observation about his attack. It's not the wittiest thing he ever said, but an opening is an opening. The sudden punch, though... The Gedo swordsman actually just stands there and takes it, seeing little time for much else, getting drilled right in the chest and hurled away from the gene-altered fighter, crashing right into the crowd who, perhaps predictably, start urging him on in Klingon.
Strangely, this urging accomplishes something: It makes Tenma move a lot faster as he tries to get out of the sweaty, fanny-packed mass, actually kicking off of one of the congoers to give himself additional forward momentum to close with K' again, landing in a low crouch in front of the pale-haired young man, dark blue eyes staring up at K', his bokken held low and across his body. "Time to beam your ass up, Ganguro," Tenma says, exploding out of his crouch in a whirling, rising strike, aiming to take the stronger fighter into the air... At the same moment as C.Jacks's own bladed uppercut. "VAJRA!!"
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Tenma's Vajra.
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Tenma 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 K'
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C.Jack 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: C.Jack successfully hits K' with Power Hunter.
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Tenma 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 K'
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C.Jack 0/-------/=======|
These two have a disturbing propensity for just standing there and taking his attacks... but the problem with that is that the both of them seem capable of taking those hits and turning them into momentum for their own strikes. Past the full concentration, the sheer exertion required to keep up with these two opponents, K' can't say as he isn't pleased to be able to get this kind of exercise. Only in SNF...
But the sad fact is, two people inherently have certain kinds of advantages over one. K' can only really deal with one of those incoming attacks at a time. He catches Tenma's bokken with a swiping, dismissive movement, forcing Tenma's blow away through brute strength, but the attention and exertion required to deal with the Gedo student leaves him unable to react in time to get clear of C.Jack's. The forcible blow slams him into the air, and then right back down, quite brutally.
Forcing the weapon off him-- seemingly unbothered by the tactics C.Jack's using, he's no Rock to whine over improvisation-- K' recovers into a low, skidding crouch as he clears some distance between himself and his assailants. Consideringly, he measures the both of them for an instant. His eyes narrow, and a surge of fire abruptly winds down his right arm. It bursts in a ring of fire before him as his right hand swipes upwards.
K''s lean figure uncoils from its crouch. A sharp rising spinkick smacks into that gathered ring of flames, sending a bolt of it clear at C.Jack.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack fails to reflect Second Shoot from K' with Batting Hero.
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Tenma 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 K'
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As K' recovers, C.Jack is thrown back, the opposition sliding away. Look's like K' stands for something alright, but if K' doesn't step it up a notch, it won't even MATTER. "Heheh... so what's this about?" He asks, the ring of fire before K' growing. It's not something you see every day!
AND THEN WHAM. K' goes bruce lee on his ring of flames, sending it straight at him! The bolt of the fire erupts forth, C.Jack taking back the weapon, bladed and with good grips.. but C.Jack only uses one.
"Here it comes.. bad mistake!" HE SWINGS.
The swing is perfect. The aim is wonderful. The bolt of fire goes through the middle of the weapon, a lack of SOLID STUFF in the middle. "What the h-" Is all C.Jack gets to say before the bolt of fire slams into him, tumbling him back, his hat landing over on his face.
"You nerds... have some .. REALLY BAD weapons..... stuff ain't even good enough to use to fight with..." He's roughed up pretttty bad.
Brushed aside, Tenma at least contributed by getting K' hit by Jack's attack, right? So it's not all bad. But then it seems his 'teammate', such as it is, goes and gets himself set on /freakin' fire/ by K', which is probably not in their best interests. Landing after his airborne attack, Tenma frowns faintly at K', then shrugs his shoulders a little.
If K' isn't going to pay attention to him, well, Tenma will just have to make him.
Once more, he goes after the gene-altered fighter, his chi-emanating bokken carving a shallow groove in the floor as he drags the tip along it in a rising, underhanded slash. One which aims to go right betwixt K''s legs. "Hey, Ganguro... Better start payin' attention, huh?" he wonders, as he makes this totally dirty and dishonourable attack. He's the worst Klingon ever.
COMBATSYS: K' interrupts Heavy Strike from Tenma with Crow Bite.
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That could potentially have gone... very badly. Fortunately, C.Jack's weapon isn't quite imbued enough to adequately deflect something comprised of pure, roiling flames. K''s tensed stance, prepared to deal with his own fire getting batted right back at him, relaxes minutely. He watches C.Jack a moment longer, as if ascertaining that the other fighter won't be retaliating immediately--
--but then, Tenma gets his attention with yet another totally nasty, dishonorable attack. It's the sound of that bokken carving the ground which first gets his attention, and K' whirls in time to intercept Tenma's literal 'low blow.' Tenma's bokken grazes K''s leg on its way to its intended target-- but before it can get there, the former experiment's hands have ignited with a brilliant fire. An arc of flame sears the air as K' twists sharply to slam a burning uppercut clear into Tenma, hard enough to rebuff the Gedo swordsman and blast him back.
"Tch. Kinda funny you have to keep coming at me from the back, huh?" K' snaps a still-flaming hand, putting out the fire still bangling about his wrist with a snort of ridiculing disgust. A shoulder lifts noncommittally. He's certainly feeling the effects of taking so many blows from two pretty hard-hitting opponents... but though he's starting to get tired-- a bit abused-- he's not quite done talking shit, apparently. "Too bad it's not working out for you."
As K' and Tenma square off, C.Jack looks towards the two. "Heh... he's still trying.. but it ain't over yet anyways.. I'm not done either! But a rest sounds well... might think about it.." C.Jack stretches, but raises the weapon again.. studying it... learning it... being one with the weapon...
Before he slams it on the ground, twists the 'life like replica' of the weapon, and makes it a PROPER METAL BAT YOU MOUTH BREATHERS.
"Heh.. How about that? Better!" C.Jack grins, under the hat, to the many pissed off nerds about him, screaming and yelling. He damaged it! HE BROKE IT. IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
But at the same time, C.Jack hits it against the ground a few times.. readying up.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack focuses on his next action.
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Suddenly, Tenma's world is made of pain. This is not a new experience for him; he's fought guys like Geese, and Kain, and those guys hit pretty hard. K', though, he's got some good material too, and the Guardian King gets thrown clear by that fiery uppercut, the attack searing off most of the prosthetic on his face. Thank goodness for that. Flipping as he flies back, Kiryuu barely manages to get his feet underneath him, skidding back and stumbling. "Hey, that was pretty good, Ganguro," he allows, smirking confidently despite the pain.
"'course if you weren't so busy dancing an' flirting with that other guy, I'd be able to attack from the front, wouldn't I?" Straightening up, the defaced Klingon slants the chi-emanating bokken against his shoulder, the bloody energy ruining the costume further, and hooks the thumb of his other hand in his belt. It's a stance of supreme indolence, lazy and smirking right at K', but his dark blue eyes are focused right on the gene-altered fighter, watching him closely.
Waiting.
COMBATSYS: Tenma focuses on his next action.
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It's worth noting, at this juncture, that it's fortunate for all involved that K' doesn't actually know what a 'ganguro' is. As such, he just kind of ignores Tenma's little nickname for him, automatically assuming-- from Tenma's general disposition-- that it's pretty unpleasant and leaving it at that. Prepared, now, for the assaults of his respective opponents, K' finds himself disappointed when, in fact, neither of them come at him. In fact, they both seem pretty content to just stand there and stare at him.
K''s eyes half-lid.
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And to be honest, K' isn't interested in drawing this shit out much longer, whatever might happen. The longer he's here, the more claustrophobic he gets-- the more he wants to go and torch some priceless collector's item right in front of the eyes of these freakish fans, something which would probably be frowned on. His stance relaxes perceptibly, head dipping slightly as if in thought: after a moment, a flash of white heralds his sudden, sharp, and reckless grin. "Pussies," he observes damningly, before his hands... spark fire.
The little flame burns steadily a few instants, otherwise doing nothing within the cage of his hand. Then, in the next instant, K' has bolted cleanly forwards, lunging into a pair of clawing, fire-laced uppercuts. His trajectory takes him... towards C.Jack?!
COMBATSYS: C.Jack fails to reflect Heaven Drive from K' with Home Run King.
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Tenma 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 K'
COMBATSYS: C.Jack can no longer fight.
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Tenma 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 K'
K' wasn't supposed to launch at him. "Pussy? Oh hell you didn't just call me that...." C.Jack just plan TOSSES THE WEAPON AWAY. "C'mere then, let's get DOWN TO IT!" As C.Jack is launched towards via K' BOLTING FORTH.. and C.Jack grabs one of the fatter of the nerds about him. "LET'S USE SOME LIVE AMMUNITION THIS TI-" And then he teeters backwards, "W-wWOAH fatty are you that out of sh-"
And then K' rushes in forth, the fire-laced uppercuts, clawing and all, knock C.Jack into the air, tossing, tumbling, rolling, smashing, crushing, LOTS OF PAIN IN GENERAL. C.Jack just can't prevent it .. and in the end, slams to the ground. He lays back.
But you out there all know why C.Jack died first.
He was given the red shirt.
In a way, Tenma is disappointed that K' doesn't attack /him/, instead going after ol' Jackie. So he watches, all but impassively, as his impromptu teammate fails to do... Something... Against the assault from the gene-altered fighter, casually shifting his stance as this all happens. His bokken slides off of his shoulder, and he holds it behind himself with his arm fully extended, the wooden blade forming an arc behind his head. His left hand moves forward, lightly contorted to aid concentration (a brief argument begins between some nerds as to whether or not this is breaking character) and he focuses right on K', the aura of bloody chi around his bokken growing to a fever pitch, crimson obsucring the wooden blade entirely.
And then, suddenly, Tenma springs into action. He rushes right at K' full-bore, aiming to slash the NESTS-engineered flamewielder in a rushing-by attack, pouring the full strength he can muster into a single powerful strike with blessed wood and bloody chi. Of course, if it hits something /else/ happens, as Tenma's chi passes /through/ K', disrupting the flow of life energy through his body wholesale, stealing at his vitality and leaving an empty, chill numbness behind in its wake....
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits K' with The Sealing Sword.
- Power hit! -
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Landing in a wreathing burst of fire in the wake of his assault on C.Jack, K' immediately tries to turn his attention to Tenma. But the lingering smoke and flame obscures his vision just a little bit too much for K' to get a good focus on the Gedo swordsman before that blood-sheathed bokken is arcing in a punishing strike straight towards his half-crouched figure.
Struck dead-on, K' soon finds that the physical blow is only the start. The sensation that comes -after-... well, it's not quite like Alma's power, is it? But like that psychic force, it's intrusive. It cuts past mere physical flesh and physical sensations. And K' really hates intrusive things.
But more than that, the brief disruption to the flow of his internal energy also disrupts the Kusanagi fire so poorly added to his system. Briefly, the suppression placed upon it spasms, and briefly, K' is seen to flinch in obvious pain beyond that which Tenma inflicted: his left hand seizing towards his right wrist as he tries to contain the fire that starts bleeding from his very skin. It passes eventually. But K''s poor mood doesn't.
With an irritated, frustrated snarl, K' rips from the ground in a vicious lunge. Some of that lingering fire abruptly focuses, snarling before him in a bursting ring, and once K' gets close enough to Tenma he just cuts an sharp kick at the other boy clear through that searing flame.
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks K''s Second Shell.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 K'
And you just /know/ that hit gets a slow-motion replay. Multiple angles! Everybody always likes an underdog, and let's face it: One on one, that's Tenma's role here against K'. In the aftermath of his technique, Tenma in his horribly ruined Klingon costume straightens up, the last of the prosthetic falling away from his face, his dark hair falling loose, unbound, and he glances back over his shoulder at the gene-altered fighter, his breathing a bit ragged.
K' looks pissed off. Tenma probably should've anticipated this.
When the taller fighter lunges at him, and searing flame is born into the world, the Kiryuu heir braces himself, bringing that chi-emanating, blood-swathed bokken to bear... So it's that energy and wood that K''s fiery foot impacts with, the impact knocking Tenma back a step, residual force numbing his forearms... But hesitation now means certain defeat. He grins, from ear to ear, clearly enjoying himself, and then he does what he does best: He dares.
"Not good enough yet, Ganguro!! I thought you're supposedta be some kinda badass?!" Lunging forward, Tenma swings low, cutting once across K''s belly with that bloody sword. "Why dont'cha just pack up an' go home!"
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Tenma's Light Strike.
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Tenma 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 K'
Winded, panting, clearly at the very end of his endurance, K' still has it in his to crack a grin at Tenma's taunting: the expression less a convivial smile of congenial amusement and more the kind of look an animal might give right before it bites. "For all your talk--" K' catches the swipe of the bokken, his armored hand shutting about the sword before spurning it harshly, "--you're taking your damn time about following through. Get on with it..."
A dare in kind, it would seem. Though the last time K' dared somebody to do something... he got shot. Probably not a good idea!
The words have barely died in the air before K''s other hand snaps forward, trying to snare a grasp on Tenma's shirtfront. If he can get a hold, he's yanking down hard to expose Tenma's back-- and then cracking a harsh blow down on that vulnerable spot between the shoulderblades.
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Spot Pile from K' with Head Breaker.
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Well, Tenma wouldn't shoot K'. That would be unsportsmanlike.
As his bokken is brushed aside, tired as he is, the Gedo swordsman nearly loses his grip on the blade... Not normally one to run out of stamina, he's been burning the proverbial candle at both ends just to /keep up/ with K', much less be effective against the other youth. But then he gets snagged, and yanked forward... At the same moment reaching out with his /own/ hand to snag K' in return. Whatever could he be planning there?
Tenma is already moving forward when the strike comes down at his back, grazing along his spine, using his own grip on his opponent as leverage to pull himself forward, his forehead colliding with K''s face with what would be thunderous force for someone of Kiryuu's own caliber... For K' though, it might not be quite as impressive. Regardless, it's enough to knock the other young fighter back, leaving Tenma to stumble forward a step, battered but unbowed, breathing raggedly... Before he smiles.
"What... Izzat all you got, huh?"
Whatever K' was expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Most people don't try to grab -you- when you try to snare them, after all, and surprise and tiredness alike make the young experiment a bit too slow to react to this sudden change of affairs. Struck harshly by Tenma's retaliation, K' steps back an unsteady pace or two, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth-- and then, /finally/, he folds to a knee. It certainly took a ludicrous effort to accomplish, from the look of it, but the firewielder seems to, at long last, be down.
Or is he?
Nah, he's down. But that doesn't stop him from another comment or two. "Maybe." He springs abruptly, as if to snap a kick at Tenma's face-- but lands far in advance of actually hitting the student, skidding into a blurred sliding sweep at Tenma's unsteady-looking ankles. "But you're looking pretty fucked up yourself, even given you had help doing all the hard lifting..."
COMBATSYS: K' can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Tenma with Narrow Spike.
Glancing Blow
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Even an impressive showing against someone stronger than you is only liable to last so long. "Hah, cry more 'bout it," Tenma says as K' tries to denigrate his accomplishment, even going so far as to lift his free hand and give the gene-altered fighter a little taste of the tiny violin. This proves to be a bad plan.
When K' comes for his ankles, Tenma tries to dodge out of the way, and he /very nearly/ makes it, only to get pegged in one leg and start stumbling. Almost headlong, he crashes into the nearby SNF equipment, knocking over some lights and wires with much clattering and sparking, scattering Trekkers like terrified geese... Before, domino-like, one of the lights crashes down on a nearby table, knocking an open bottle of Mountain Dew onto one of the congoers' freshly aquired autographed photo of William Shatner.
Falling to his knees in despair, the Trekker looks to the heavens, and raises his fists up, bellowing: "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!!"
Tenma, meanwhile, is pretty much out of it in a pile of wires and a busted floodlight. Way to go, K'.
Log created on 21:32:05 01/18/2008 by Tenma, and last modified on 19:16:14 01/22/2008.