Description: Staged in the main store of the Reflected Perfection Beauty chain of salons, Hotaru must take on two fighters at once! Facing off the French assassin with whom she's already had an unpleasant experience with in the past and the tallest female fighter she's ever seen, the Kenpo artist manages to give the two a decent chase before falling into Cherise's trap in the end. (Winners: Rylee + Cherise)
Considering the prize on the line for this match, this is definitely a no-boys-allowed venue. The Salon has been cleared of its clients, leaving the middle area somewhat free. Chairs, mirrors, brushes, sinks, hair dryers and more still fill a fair amount of the space, along with a couple support pillars in the middle of the large store.
While the clients have been cleared out, it seems the hair stylists themselves have yet to move to the sidelines. A few of them are clumped around one of the contestants for tonight's match, Hotaru Futaba. A woman toys with her pigtails, "It's such a plain style, we really should fix you up with something fancier if this fight is supposed to bring attention to our salon," one of them muses. Another holds Hotaru's right hand, studying her fingers, "These nails, tsk, tsk, what can be seen of them at least. Too short. We'll have to do some real work to get these looking nice."
Hotaru smiles weakly as she tries to wriggle herself free from the attention, "A-ah, well, that's very thoughtful of you. Maybe if I win the match then we can discuss it?" Finally slipping around the group to get into the clear the girl exhales with relief. The smallest and youngest fighter for the match, it may seem a bit skewed at first glance. But she does have a bit of a name for herself as a capable combatant...
Then again, there's the matter of one of her opponents, Cherise, a woman the girl has had no pleasant experience with before. Shaking her head, the girl tries to clear her mind of any worries filling her thoughts. Must stay focused on doing her best, even if the prize itself maybe isn't terribly important to her.
And a prize of this magnitude is something that would forever and ever attract the attention of Cherise Bouchard. A makeover? Shopping spree?
You couldn't keep her away unless you said K' was walking by down the block.
The doors burst open to allow her entrance, pushed open with the heels of her hands. The silver-haired girl is dressed as nicely as usual, just as one would expect of her: A white blouse with the first few buttons undone, a sturdy black cargo-style miniskirt, and the boots that nearly reach her knees-- even a few thin cords and a choker around her neck for accents. Throwing her overcoat into the nearest chair, she strides into the salon proper with her fingers laced together, a look of excitement on her face.
"This is -perfect-!"
Turning a little on her heel, she finally makes out Hotaru in the crowd of stylists, her arms throw out ahead with enthusiasm and her knees bend a little, almost as if she were looking to give the girl a hug. "Oh! We meet again at last~! I could not find the shop you had those vests made at. They are still so pretty!"
Yes, this is the same girl that caused such a huge scene in at the fundraiser event. Why do you ask?
Alot of the female fighters are probably quite jealous with one of the prizes being offered this evening in the salon. Unfortunantly at least one of the participants is not at all interested in that sort of prize. Rylee Ogden was sure not to show up early just to avoid the sort of attention Hotaru is getting from the stylists that still are inside to watch the fight and make sure the place isn't COMPLETELY trashed from what she can guess. Finally the redhead enters the building once she sees it is really too late to be picked at by those weirdos and get thrown off her game before the fight even starts.
Hotaru is at least a name she has heard of, but her partner for tonight is just another name. It can't be any worse than some of the partners she has had to deal with before. And then she feels she is proven wrong when she hears a girl carrying on as she enters soon after her. She tchs lightly while pulling a half smoked cig from her lips and flicks it back out the door. "Gonna be another long night." she tells herself while rubbing the back of her neck.
Rylee reaches off to tug off the hoodie she was wearing to reveal the simple black tanktop she has on under it to go along with the cargos she is wearing. "We ready to do some damage?" the amazon asks with a bit of a grin as she glances between both Cherise and Hotaru, seemingly gauging each of them as she ponders how this all might turn out.
Finally having pried herself free from the stylists, Hotaru stretches her arms out in front of her, linking her fingers and giving them a stretch as well, blue eyes focused on the entrance to the shop. As the first one present, she gets to watch the others arrive. Dressed in a somewhat traditional Chinese styled outfit of mostly white and an expensive, blue vest with a floral print in the fabric and golden embroidery, she looks every bit the part of an experienced Kenpo fighter!
And, ah... there's Cherise. The well dressed foreigner is watched carefully as she traipses in like she's ready to get straight to the makeover and skip the fight all together. Half wishing she could just hide behind one of the support pillars, the girl pauses in her stretching to stare back at the white haired woman, remembering well how their last encounter went. Which is to say, not well at all. And now she's supposed to deal with her AND another opponent? The young Kenpo artist sighs. She has her work cut out for her today, that's for sure. At Cherise's greeting the girl forces a smile back, "Perhaps it's something we could talk about later."
And then the duo are joined by Rylee and Hotaru's eyes widen just slightly. She's a lot taller than the girl had expected. Breathing in deeply she steels her courage, exhaling with a shake of her head, sending her pig-tails flailing. "Yosh," she states firmly to herself. She can do this! The styliests are escorted off to the side by the officials to try and get them out of harm's way. Cherise has a bit of a reputation and no fight is all that safe to stand too closed to /anyway/.
With the match about to start, Hotaru presses her hands together in front of her and offers a formal bow toward Cherise and Rylee before assuming a loose ready stance, eyes shifting back and forth between both of her opponents.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru focuses on her next action.
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Perhaps she does have a reputation... but it's more for personal injury, rather than collateral damage. It was Rolento's fault that the building had blown up when she was in it, and the building was condemned -anyway-.
Promise.
Finger hooking into the long silvery bangs that drift into her face, Cherise takes a few steps to the side, looking again now at the woman-- that is a woman, right?-- assigned to be her partner in this battle. Looking somewhat pensive, the French girl purses her glossed lips and rests the heels of her hands on her hips, elbows akimbo. "Well, I guess not everyone likes to have a good time."
Turning back to Hotaru, Cherise snaps her wrist hard, the air hissing a few times until a length of thin, barely-visible silver drifts away from her bracelet to parts unknown. Aside from this action, the gray-haired teenager doesn't seem to be all that special-- built pretty sturdy, perhaps, and there's a bunch of small, thin scars around her fingers. It's a psychological presence that hangs around her, the wild look in her eyes and the all-too-enthused smile on her face. Studying Hotaru for a moment, she takes a step forward and hooks her hand upward in a harsh 'uppercut,' palm turned up and her fingers fanned out wide.
"If you insist!!"
Paper-thin sheets of energy trail in the air and hiss toward Hotaru with the intent to rip into the girl's body, cut and shred clothing and draw blood. She should recognize that well-- and all the pain that comes with it.
COMBATSYS: Cherise has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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The wrestler looks at her partner with a bit of a look of annoyance. Anyone thinking a fight for free frou frou shit like this must be nuts. "I get stuck with all the crazies." she mutters to herself and then gives a helpless shrug towards Hotaru. Even if the person she is fighting seems more likeable she supposes a fight is a fight and she will deal with the hand that is dealt to her once again.
She does hesitate in moving in quite at first given the fact Cherise is doing something weird and possibly painful. Great, not only is she crazy but she is probably some sort of weird sadist that isn't going to watch out for who she aims at. That is why the Canadian stays well away and then bumps into cart before getting a thoughtful look. While Cherise deals out the pain with wires and such, Rylee keeps it simple in this case. Of course Hotaru might want to watch out for that hairdryer flying towards her face now.
COMBATSYS: Rylee has joined the fight here.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Rylee's Thrown Object.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Cherise successfully hits Hotaru with Argent Claw.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Cherise
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|
A lean to the side lets the hair dryer fly past her head and into a mirrow right behind the girl, giving it a nifty spiderwebbing crack in the middle of the reflective surface. But Hotaru has no time to give it any further thought for at the moment there's Cherise's incoming, sharp energy. Last time she had to deal with that particular attack she had made it out of the way in time, only her sleeve catching a slice of the razor like energy.
But as she spins to the side this time, she isn't so fortunate as the French woman's power cuts into the girl, shreading deep through her vest and drawing blood to the surface almost immediately. Eliciting a pained gasp, Hotaru staggers a little. "I-itai..." Balance is regained in a sense by slamming her foot out backward against a counter to give her a burst of forward momentum, sending her tearing directly toward the taller of her opponents.
Cupping her hands together in front of her, it seems at first if she intends to charge into Rylee with a palm slam, but as the swift girl weaves in close, she tries to go for the other woman's arms instead. If she should get a grip, all of her forward momentum gets converted into a series of rapid kicks right up the front of Rylee until she reaches her shoulders and backflips away to try and land back near the center of the room. "Ya, ya, ya!"
Sadist? No! That's her partner, the infamous cellphone-wielding Shihong Mao. The likes of Miss Bouchard are more toward the other side of the scale... and like most things in her life, awkward and surrounded with unusual circumstances. Still, she goes out of her way to make sure her smile is wide and deranged as the blades of energy rip up into the kempo master, even letting a little giggle escape her mouth.
With Rylee's makeshift projectile hurled along the salon and likewise dodged, Cherise moves to the side, running up one of the appointment chairs and onto a counter, springing back at Hotaru while she opts to engage Rylee. Twisting horizontally in the air, her right leg arcs up high into a near-perfect split, coming back down with a smooth roll of her hips and a powerful toe-pointed axe kick meant to knock right down onto Hotaru's head.
COMBATSYS: Rylee blocks Hotaru's Shin-Jou Tai.
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Cherise
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Rylee 0/-------/-----==|
Well on the bright side of all of this at least Rylee can bust up this place without worrying about having to pay for it. Wasting Geese's money is never a bad thing from what she has been told by a few people since the repairs come right out of his pocket. She is possibly reaching for a few bottles to throw Hotaru's way next, but it seems the fight is being brought to her right now instead so the wrestler is left having to think quickly.
Her positioning makes it hard to get out of the way, so Rylee instead sort of comes forward to meet the attack as she tries to dip and weave to avoid too many hits or try to at least get an arm or leg up to soften the blows when she can. Of course this also plays into her plan to keep Hotaru in close for two reasons. One as a nice distraction for Cherise to get a cheap shot in and also for the Canadian to deliver a rather big knee to Hotaru's gut before she can try to get away.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Cherise's Heavy Kick.
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Cherise
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Rylee 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Rylee's Light Kick.
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Cherise
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Rylee's defense proves formidable and Hotaru, much as she tries, can't seem to find an opening to land anything solid. Exhaling, she only becomes vaguely aware of Cherise charging in at her side with a likely devestating dropping kick aimed for the back of her head. Yikes! Not caught unaware, the swift girl slips sideways, letting Cherise land next to her rather than, well, /on/ her. Whew.
Rylee's incoming knee is just barely avoided as the smaller fighter hops back in the end, sacrificing ground to get out from being sandwiched between the two partners in this match. Bringing her hands up in a defensive position for a split second, the girl is back on the offense a moment later.
Maybe hoping to deliver a strike that will please Cherise's masochistic tendencies, the girl hops forward back into the fray, attempting to dig into the foreigner with her shoulder first. If she manages to connect, she follows up by slamming her right hand out from her side with a loud "YA!", the palm strike aimed for Cherise's stomach, Hotaru pouring leg and torso strength into the attack to compensate for less than miraculous arm strength.
COMBATSYS: Cherise dodges Hotaru's Strong Punch.
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Cherise
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Rylee 0/-------/-----==|
Deft, alert, and able to dodge both of their strikes! Cherise lands on her other leg, the kicking one hinging low and swinging back with the momentum of her own strike, the two-inch heel of her boots dragging back against the floor to find steady ground. With Hotaru in the position she's in, Cherise isn't exactly willing to let her escape -that- easily, not when she can be kept between them-- bounced back and forth between the two fighters like a rubber ball.
wisting away from Hotaru's palm, the strike meets nothing but air-- while Cherise reaches out to grab the girl by the wrist, pull her arm up, and hop into the air a bit. Her legs will try to hook around the girl's arm and her hands will be used to twist the martial artist's hand back at a distinctly -wrong- angle, the heels of her boots digging down into Hotaru's shoulder to set in a particularly painful armbar. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha~!"
Ugh, so much speed between everyone here even in this enclosed space. Rylee certain starts to feel she is the odd one out. Sure she can move quick when she wants to, but she feels either of these fighters could run circles around her. With a tch the fighter slaps her cheeks some to snap herself out of that funk. No way she is going to win if she goes with that train of thought, dammit.
The amazon furrows her brow while putting on her game face. Cherise seems to certainly be enjoying all of this and Hotaru seems to at least be getting somewhat flustered in having to deal with two fighters at once. There is nor eason to be standing around like this for sure so the wrestler moves forward while Cherise tries to entangle Hotaru's arm. That should leave her hopefully distracted enough to not notice Rylee leaving her feet and twisting about in the air to drive her heel in the back of the pigtailed fighter's cranium.
COMBATSYS: Rylee successfully hits Hotaru with Shining Wizard.
- Power hit! -
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Hotaru 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Cherise
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru interrupts Strong Throw from Cherise with Hakki Shou EX.
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Hotaru 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Cherise
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With her shoulder and palm strike not connecting as she had hoped, Hotaru finds herself once again in the unpleasant experience of being sandwiched between the two other fighters again. Her wrist snagged, she starts trying to pull back from Cherise before she can get a tight enough hold on her arm. Unfortunately grounded with the weight of Cherise swinging up onto her arm completely, she can't do anything to get out of the way of Rylee's incoming heel to the back of her head.
The blow is staggering, eliciting a cry of pain from the Kenpo artist as she staggers forward and dropping to her knees from the twist of Cherise's grip, Hotaru clenches the arm Cherise is gripping, a shimmering blue aura forming over the surface of her skin as she flashes Cherise a teeth gritted glare. She won't be avoiding THIS one, the girl determines as she stretches her fingers out toward the other woman.
The discharge of chi from off the length of her arm comes quickly, plowing into the French girl's face at nearly point blank range. "HA!" The force is more than enough to get her arm free and Hotaru pushes herself up to her feet, spinning around to try and keep the two of them facing her as she back peddles rapidly. Her left hand comes up to rest against the back of her head with a wince as she tries to shake off the stars in her vision now.
Oh shi--
Cherise feels the telltale burst of blue chi that rises from Hotaru's grasp, her head snapping back and sprawling into the gap between two stylists' chairs. The burst is bright, painful, and oddly loud-- it's like having fireworks go off in your ears on impact, and landing in an awkward position doesn't help much either.
But you can't keep her down for long. "That was such a pretty face you made, just now!"
Again rising to her feet, Cherise seeks to dash just beyond Hotaru, to get back into position to sandwich the girl between herself and her partner one more time. Her hand reaches out to just touch the black-haired girl's wrist, sliding on the soles of her boots a little before they remember, 'hey, we provide traction.' At this distance, her right arm pulls back -hard-, a thin length of wire hovering around Hotaru's wrist attempting to clamp down and pull her arm straight-- so that Cherise can lunge back in and hook a swift fist in at the girl's ribs, her fist releasing a large burst of silver energy just before the point of contact.
Well that tears it, Cherise really is nuts. Rylee thinks she'll just let the crazy have the prize if they do pull this off and get the hell out of dodge before it would get much worse. It did feel nice to finally seem to connect with an attack as she felt her heel plant firmly into the back of Hotaru's head before landin on the ground and rolling away to be sure to avoid whatever the hell Hotaru had started to do.
Getting to her feet the wrestler just sort of watches as Cherise gets blasted while attempting to do something to Hotaru's arm. It is around that time perhaps she should just leave those two to their own devices for now as she takes a moment to catch her breath and debate on what to do next since she rather not getting too close in again right now with the two deciding to start waving the sparklies about like they are.
COMBATSYS: Rylee focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru reflects Argent Striker from Cherise with Kobi Kyaku.
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Rylee backing off for a spell gives Hotaru time to concentrate specifically on Cherise for a moment. She isn't about to give the French woman another chance to get a hold of her if she can help it. Watching the white haired girl get back up to her feet, her expression has shifted back to a calm, neutral tight lipped one as she tries to keep her focus on the fight. When Cherise remarks on her pained, angry expression from a moment ago the girl's mouth curls into a faint frown.
"Well, you won't be seeing it again," she remarks, slipping back into a ready stance, blue eyes sparing a split second to glance toward Rylee to make sure she's hanging back for a moment before focusing on Cherise again. Okay.
And in comes the wire flinging psycho again, but this time Hotaru remains ready for her, deciding to intersect her course with a bit of pain if possible. Slipping into a crouch, the Kenpo artist comes up at the side with a spin kick, unleashing a swath of chi directly into Cherise's path. "KYA!" For an instant the blue power shimmers, becoming as solid as a brick wall, shutting down the foreigner's forward momentum as Hotaru spins around to press her hand against the veritable barrier.
At her touch, it explodes back, blasting back at Cherise with a body-sized discharge of chi. Hotaru whews, lowering her arm to rest against her side. That was close.
As Cherise comes in for the second half of her strike, it becomes a clash of silver energy versus blue light... and the winner is decided in a most brutal way. Blasted backwards, she lands first right on her backside, pitching then into a tumble and skidding to a halt on the waxed floor. Pushing herself up on the heels of her hands, she grins just a bit and narrows her eyes. "Are you angry with me, pet?"
Standing completely and batting at the hem of her skirt, Cherise pulls her arm back one more time-- and the tension around Hotaru's wrist vanishes, the silver line reeling back to the owner and cracking through the air like a whip. Seizing a length of the wire as it spools back to whence it first came, Cherise starts to twirl it in the air in a passive manner, recentering herself. Flipping the wire around, lightly swishing and twisting it in the air with each stroke and flick of the wrist, she seems to be playing with the deadly weapon like it were a childrens' toy. "I see, well. Perhaps I should get copies from the TV studio, of just that moment, and I will keep a photograph of that moment in my purse to look at and hug whenever I wish."
Her tone is mocking, but don't put it past her to seriously try something like that.
Because she probably would do it.
COMBATSYS: Cherise focuses on her next action.
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Seems like there just might be a bit of bad blood between these two as Rylee listens to the exchange some while she hangs back. This is definantly not something she wants to get in the middle of. Oh man, why does she always get stuck in situations like this? She certainly doesn't expect EVERYONE to get along, but dammit she just seems to get the short end of the stick on partners sometimes. She almost feels guilty for having to beat on the Hotaru girl because it is probably feeding Cherise's ego the more battered the girl becomes.
The Canadian lets out a slight grunt of annoyance and she rubs at the back of her neck before shaking her head. "Eh, enough of this." she mutters and decides to just up and go forward to reach for Hotaru while ducking low to but her shoulder into the lower back and take down Hotaru as she looks to get ahold of a leg to torque nicely, even if it is for a few moments, and hamper the rather speedy's fighters movements by focusing on a limb for awhile.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Rylee's Tequila Sunrise.
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Having blasted Cherise back, Hotaru finally has a moment free from both of the fighters to catch her breath. Of course, that reprieve is sort of spoiled by Cherise's remark, causing the girl to pale a little at the thought. "You're rather disturbed," she observes with a certain amount of resignation in her voice. Why can't fights just be between professional, honorable fighters? Why do the leagues attract so many crazies?
Her attention shifts toward Rylee as the largest fighter present barrels toward her. While her back is facing her at first, Hotaru isn't caught off guard as she crouches, then leaps up into a backward flip up and over the top of the Canadian, avoiding her shoulder slam just in time.
And as she comes down behind Rylee she kicks out once toward her upper back just before landing, attempting to drive her enough off balance to keep her from retaliating quickly. "Ya!"
"Tch."
Nobody can take a joke around here! Or-- few, very scant few, can get her sort of morbid or unusual sort of humor. Cherise watches as Rylee attempts to give Hotaru quite the fun ride, but ... fails! Shaking her head and clicking her tongue, the waif of a fighter ceases the spinning of her wire long enough to recenter herself, consider her options.
Taking one, two, three steps and breaking into a hard run, Cherise closes the short distance between herself and Rylee in moments. While her attention is turned to the Canadian, she steps down hard with her left foot, her right leg sweeping up high for a speedy, quick kick meant to rack across the side of Hotaru's head-- and specifically against her ear, the followthrough short and allowing her to push off her mounting leg in the event the young fighter has another trick up her sleeve...
COMBATSYS: Rylee interrupts Light Kick from Hotaru with Crossface Armbar.
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Okay so maybe a leg isn't an option, but when Hotaru does close in again in an attempt to kick the wrestler Rylee is more than willing to accept the hit so she can get in close. There is a small grunt elicited from Rylee as she manages to grab Hotaru by an arm and drive her free hand into the upper back to force the girl to the ground while catching the grabbed arm between her legs as she puts her upper body across the upper back of Hotary as both hands grab the girls chin and pull back on it to put pressure on the neck and upper body as she rolls to put a good amount of torque into her hold.
She soon releases though figuring that staying in place with a weirdo like Cherise flinging wires and shit about isn't a good idea. The Canadian does have a rather wide grin playing across her features though by the time she is on her feet. She might not want the prize, but she is starting to smell a possible chance at victory here and that is always something rather sweet.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Cherise's Light Kick.
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Her foot connects but it doesn't seem have the effect she was hoping for. Sliding down toward the ground her arm stretches out trying to provide counter balance... only to have her arm snagged by the wrestler. Pulled to the ground, the girl winces as she's wrenched rather painfully, her free arm flailing as she tries to twist herself free, hoping to use her flexibility to her favor to her advantage.
In the end she's released, much to her relief, and given the chance to roll to the side, avoiding Cherise's incoming Ear Kick in the nick of time. Exhaling with a bit of a gasp, the girl slams her hands down against the salon floor, using them pressure to roll up into a tumble toward the French 'guitar player', hoping to get in beneath her flinging, dangerous wires.
In the instance she comes out of the roll, Hotaru launches into a swift, backward flip kick, an incredible surge of blue chi powering the assault significantly in order to let her deliver one of the strongest single strikes the small martial artist is capable of. "Tenshou...!"
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Cherise with Ten-shou Ranki.
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The chi boosted strike is enough to knock a fighter of Cherise's stature clean off her feet. Hotaru rises up with her, flipping upside down so that she can plant her feet against the ceiling for a moment. Getting her bearings, the girl dives back toward Cherise on a collision course to take them both back down toward the salon floor. "Ranki!"
Sliding a ways along the smooth tiles, the two finally come to rest with Hotaru stradling Cherise's stomach, her hands pressed down hard against the French woman's breastbone. Teeth clenched again, the girl looks directly into the crazy woman's blue eyes as she begins to pull chi heavily from the world around her, including from her opponent. "I said you wouldn't see it again," Hotaru hisses, jaw tight as she focuses everything she has into this attack. "But I guess there's no helping it."
A sphere of chi begins to build up around the two as Hotaru draws heavily from herself, the air, and even from her opponent beneath her. "aaaaaAAAAH!" Swirling blue with traces of silver energy coursing around the surface of it, the chi storm finally collapses back in on Hotaru and the girl channels all that power directly back into Cherise, returning what was borrowed and then some. "KYA!"
Exhaling softly, the pig-tailed fighter begins to push herself to her feet, shoulders slouching as she tries to force herself to keep going after such an expenditure of strength.
Rylee's counterattack rails Hotaru decently-- puts her to the ground, wrenches the girl's arm around. But the agility Hotaru displays prevents Cherise from landing that kick. Mobility or no, it puts the young French woman in a bad position, using that strengthened leg to push off and try to get a little clearance. Still, her foot whips upward and -cracks- up Cherise's jaw even as her arms start to rise for a defensive stance--
-- and brought down to earth with the smaller girl perched atop her in a manner not unlike the first time they met. The major differences here...? The circumstances, obviously, and when Cherise was on top, she was still deflecting punches and the like. "Tch--" She frowns, remarkably, while her hand reaches to grab Hotaru's vest, and ...
Well, it hurts.
"Hggh--agh-kh--!!"
Cherise's back arches against Hotaru's palms, eyes wide and every inch of her being filled with the energy at Hotaru's command. Oddly, it seems even more potent than it would normally be-- but all of that is lost in the choked noises escaping her throat, the spasms in the her arms, legs, shoulders, and back. Fallen still, Cherise Bouchard looks like she should be smoking and sizzling after an attack of that magnitude, fallen completely still.
*squeek*
As Hotaru rises, it becomes clear that Cherise's fingertips have dragged across the ground a bit. Her mouth twists into a smile.
"I wish I were a lesbian right now."
Lines of silver energy suddenly burst out of almost every major surface of the salon-- the walls, the ceiling, the floor. All of it flies in direct, straight lines-- all of it attempting to stick to Hotaru, converge on her and keep her from escaping as a surge of that odd silver force chases it... force with enough shock to disable the girl, if she's not careful...
COMBATSYS: Cherise can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Cherise successfully hits Hotaru with Argent Finale.
- Power hit! -
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The first burst is hard on the nerves-- almost like a direct jolt to the nervous system, with a stemming and continuous trickle of that energy. In this time, Cherise's knees heft and with a rather unladylike roll backwards she gets into a crouch. A bit of blood trickles out from the corner of her mouth. Like a moment frozen in time, it's one of the moments where it becomes apparent that this crazy French girl has Hotaru Futaba exactly where she wants her.
Cherise's arm whips backward. No wires spring from her bracelet, but from her -fingertips-. Strands of silver energy that extend out a good length. As they begin to fall, they blur, looking almost like a cape or some kind of cloth-- and continue to do so as long as they are in motion.
Cherise lunges ahead with one hard stride, her arm crossing over her chest. It comes back out wide to the side with a whip of those wires, a cutting attack with the same slicing fury as the odd silver projectiles she wields. Her arm assumes that same stance after-- and with an uppercutting stroke, it sends Hotaru airborne, free of the trapping 'wires' that disintegrate almost immediately.
Chasing after the girl with a high leap, Cherise continues the assault, her arm whipping around and slashing-- back, forth, up, down, the assault is relentless and brutal, the occasional strike with her free hand to keep Hotaru aloft, though the means she stays airborne herself are unknown. Twisting horizontally, her body wheels around for three continuing slashes more, and her hand raises high over her head. The silver-haired girl slams her hand down for one last strike-- particularly harsh, designed to send Hotaru right back down to the floor face-first.
Cherise lands more than an arm's length away, the silver energy at her fingertips fading away. She rubs the heel of her hand against her chin, but coughs one more time, wincing -hard-, though her grin won't go away.
Cherise pitches backwards to the floor, chest rising and falling... but not making any other noises, and certainly not doing much else.
"Eh?" Hotaru remarks as she gets to her feet, Cherise's parting comment drawing a semi disgusted look back down at the wire manipulator. A moment that would have been better spent looking the hell out, it would seem, as in the next instant she finds wires collapsing in from all directions, ensnaring her in place. An instinctive struggle brings a fresh batch of cuts along her forearms and the jolt that follows more than takes the ability to fight back right out of the small fighter.
Gasping, she looks back at Cherise with wide eyed panic as the woman sweeps in on her. And then she finds herself under assault from a flurry of sharp, shreading wires laced with that painful energy Cherise wields, her clothing gashed and her skin beneath torn all over the place, bringing blood to the surface.
The sequence only continues to get worse when the girl is smashed up into the air and the French teen lashes her further. "AAAAYAAA" screams the trapped martial artist before she's finally smashed back down to the floor where she lands hard on her back with a pained gasp for breath. It doesn't take too long for the wide eyed officials to call the fight as Hotaru isn't getting up and looks like she could use a fair amount of medical attention stat. No sense in losing a popular fighter by waiting too long to call it, after all!
COMBATSYS: Hotaru takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru can no longer fight.
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Log created on 20:13:47 01/25/2008 by Hotaru, and last modified on 00:37:49 01/31/2008.