Description: Kataki has been stalking and assaulting known friends and associates of Frei Tsukitomi-Renard. Tonight his objective is the young miko known as Mizuki Kamigawa. His mission: to destroy her as utterly as possible, mind, body, and perhaps even soul.
Whenever there's trouble, whenever there's strife, there's only one place for a certain young girl to go to take her mind off her troubles. And... it isn't the mall. Though she does -like- malls. Mizuki instead finds herself drawn to the shrine--it's only natural, being a miko--and doing what mikos do at shrines. In this case...
... sweeping. With a traditional bamboo-handled broom. In the dying light of the day she sweeps the courtyard clear of leaves, the soft scraping of the broom almost covered by the sounds of the highway nearby. It's mindless, soothing work, and under her care the shrine's started to look a -little- better... although the work needed to make it look sparkling is beyond what she can provide.
And... actually, she doesn't have too much in the way of strife right now--aside from the weird incident with Ayame... which is pretty disturbing, considering how close to death she came in that fight... she's... doing pretty well, all told.
Winter brings the chill of cold into the bustling city of Southtown. As the light of the sun dies, the bitter wind only grows worse without the sun to offer its warmth as a counterpoint. Winds grow ever stornger as the night approaches. The tree branches of the surrounding forest waver and rustle in the strengthening wind as the last shards of light start to die out. The wilderness, in such weather, is a good place to be alone. To be with one's thoughts, and one's thoughts alone.
"Oh, my."
Sometimes.
"What have we here...?"
The drawl of an amused voice cuts through the loneliness of the decrepit shrine. Disturbing the diligent work of the lone miko is a man dressed in dark clothes, a broad, straw hat obscuring the features of his face -- save for the thin smile that dances across his lips. A gaunt finger taps against his pale jawline in a contemplative gesture. His other, rests on the hilt of a wakizashi. His smile broadens, just a touch.
"My, my, my. Frei's friends have such dismal preferences in scenery! A dead church, a dead shrine... I'm noticing a theme here, hmmm?" His voice carries lightly, but there is an obvious air of condescension in his words as he speaks. His head tilts up, the briefest glimpse of a hazel eye staring up towards Mizuki. "Mmmm. Though this is going to be very awkward if you're not who I'm looking for... You're Mizuki Kamigawa, yes? You know Frei Tsukitomi-Renard...?" He looks almost -hopeful- as he says this, voice tinged with anticipation. After all -- it's an -important- question.
The miko outfit is warmer than it looks. Plus, there are these wonderful technological breakthroughs called chemical heating pads... it's not exactly standard loadout for a miko but she's got some in her pockets, though truthfully cold doesn't bother her that much. And the shrine is a beautiful place, even rundown.
*sweep* *sweep* *sweep*
... there's someone there? Mizuki lifts her head; the light is fading, but she can still see someone there, if not make out all his features. But then he speaks... and he's dressed so... unusually. That hat...
"I'm sorry...? Yes, I know Frei-san... he's one of my friends, I-- wait..." She frowns, posting the broom and holding it with both hands, stopping her sweeping.
"How do you know who I am? Who are you?" Frei hadn't mentioned... well, she knows he's had some family problems of a sort but he never mentioned anyone from them... so surely it couldn't be something like that?
"Is there something I can help you with, sir...?"
"Oh, dear," the young man frowns visibly as Mizuki speaks. He absorbs her mannerisms, her speach, her general behavior... and he heaves a sigh. "Another sugary sweet one. This won't do at all. Mm..." His head tilts, as if observing Mizuki in an absolutely contemplative manner.
"... How troublesome!"
But, his musings come to an end when Mizuki presses her questions further. His right hand twitches in a gesture of idle annoyance, but his smile remains preserved in ultimate, belittling serenity, taking a single step forward towards the shrine.
"I'm just someone concerned about a loved one's well-being. You have loved ones, don't you? People you want to help...? I'm sure you do, hm? Such a nice, sweet girl like you should know what it's like to be concerned for someone's health and... ... prosperity." The last words come out at a delay, as if he were having difficulty bringing himself to say it. But his thin lips sprawl further into a more eager smile. His left hand pulls back that wide-brimmed hat--
"I'm just a concerned sibling, that's all." --and Kataki smiles serenely up at his new acquaintance.
"But there certainly -is- something you can help me with. I've been trying to make a perfect gift for Frei-kun. Call it a celebration for everything he's done for my family and me. But I've already found a sweet girl to use... so what to do with you?" His words once more taper off into idle musing as he begins to ascend up the shrine in a slow procession towards Mizuki, coat rustling to reveal his wakizashi more prominently than before. "Mmmm. There's one option. I'll just have to use you... as a different gift." A pause.
"If you'd indulge me a little game, that is. I promise...
"... it will be very fun."
"A loved one... you mean Frei-san?" Mizuki's frown deepens, especially when he calls her sugary-sweet. (Though it's true.) Still, being sugary-sweet does not belie being a trained warrior, or being alert. Instinct moves her, or reason; whatever the cause, she takes a step back as he steps forward. Her danger sense is on high right now and she's pretty well freaked out.
"Yes, of course I know what it's like to be concerned about someone's well-being..." Wait. Sibling? Frei never mentioned any siblings that she can remember. Or maybe he did and Kataki's presence is just kind of freaking her out.
The wakizashi is noted and for the first time since she gave up her weapon, she wishes she had it back. The broom is not going to do, not at all. As he advances, Mizuki's expression... it hardens. Not to say that she doesn't look sweet still, because she does--but she looks resigned and she seems to understand what Kataki has in mind. Too much like Kimi, her mind is screaming at her.
But instead she lets the broom fall, as she backs up a few more steps... then takes up her fighting stance, raising her arms and deepening the spread of her feet, bending her knees.
"... If that's the way it must be," she says, "then very well. I'll... play your game."
"Ohhhh?" Kataki wonders aloud as Mizuki adopts her fighting stance, alert and at the ready. His visible brow lifts.
"What a good sport!"
His stance shifts, posturing maneuvering to take something only vaguely resembling a fighting stance. Kataki stands casually, looking far too friendly despite the venom that seems to drip off his every word. At Mizuki's hardened gaze, his smile widens -- to the point his visible eye squints from the effort. "Such a good sport, but..."
He steps forward. In the same movement, his thumb pushes on the guard of his sword, the shining metal of the blade revealed beneath the sheathe. "...I can't help but feel bad! Because you're afraid, aren't you?" While his tone adopts something more concerned, the mockery and condescension still taints every single word that slithers from his lips, his right hand gripping solidly to the hilt of his weapon. His knees bend, and while he still looks pleasant... as his eye cracks open, the killing intent within its gaze is absolutely clear.
"Let's see what you're afraid of, mmm?"
The words are edged on by something unnatural, something tugging at the base negative emotions within Mizuki; more importantly, her sense of fear. But it's a subtle gesture, and one masked from the sudden advance of Kataki. Like lightning he lashes out, wakizashi completely unsheathed as he swings out in a wide arch -- intent on slicing a shallow cut against Mizuki's abdomen.
COMBATSYS: Kataki has started a fight here.
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Kataki 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mizuki has joined the fight here.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kataki
COMBATSYS: Mizuki parries Kataki's Medium Strike!
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Mizuki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kataki
"Afraid...?" Oh that's right. Fighters aren't supposed to be afraid, are they? But Mizuki has a different theory. "Of course I'm afraid...!" Her tone of voice makes it clear that she is both telling the truth -and- mocking Kataki slightly. In her own, uh, not very mocking way.
"But I don't believe that courage is the absence of fear! Courage is the strength to move beyond those fears!" She isn't sure what that tugging is... she's not really all that experienced with Psycho Power, even with her close proximity to Alma...
... but she recognizes a sword when she sees it. As Kataki flows forward, like the wind, Mizuki's reaction is just as swift; she takes a half-step back... and then in a lightning-fast motion she slaps her hands down on the flat of the blade as it passes, and uses that to try and -push- Kataki around to make him over-extend.
If that's successful it should open his guard; she continues her own spin, counter to Kataki's, and aims to knifehand him right in the neck.
COMBATSYS: Kataki blocks Mizuki's Kouryuu no Shippo EX.
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Mizuki 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Kataki
One swing is all it takes, and Kataki finds Mizuki moving with incredible speed. He pauses, and considers. "Hmm. It's always the little ones, isn't it?"
Which is about the time his blade is -pushed- his thin body jerking around from the effort. The short-sword swipes through empty air, and Kataki seems all but open to assault. His visible eye widens considerably in shock; Mizuki's arm swings out, to strike him in the neck...
... Except that it will find the palm of a thin, cold hand there to stop it.
"Oh, Mizuki-chan... you're such a funny little girl."
His momentum stopped, Kataki is unmoving from the force of Mizuki's blow; only a vague shudder runs through his arm, quickly stopped with the push of that hand against Mizuki's own, to simply shove her -off- and away. "Are you -sure- you have that 'courage' though, little Mizuki? I'm not so sure of it. Those fears are there, festering. Buried and waiting to burst out of you... at any moment. It's so sad."
In one fluid motion, Kataki rotates forward. The cold blade of his weapon slices cleanly through the air, to cut into Mizuki from left hip to right shoulder in a graceful and swift strike. He holds nothing back; if she doesn't move fast enough, he may well strike something vital.
"I wonder, when that time comes... how much your friends will pity you."
COMBATSYS: Kataki successfully hits Mizuki with Satsujin.
Glancing Blow
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Mizuki 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Kataki
The miko stumbles back--and that is perhaps what saves her, as she finds her clothes slashed--and a thin line of pain and blood welling up from a cut on her shoulder. Fortunately, the blade did not, in fact, catch anything vital; she immediately clasps a hand to the injured shoulder... and thanks the fact that the robes are still holding together, mostly. Her blue eyes spark with defiance.
"I'm sure! I've faced someone just like you before. A specter of my own past." Surprisingly, she sounds almost bitter... but why? "She thought she needed to end my life to move on with her own... and she was -WRONG-!" She pulls her hand away; the blood still seeps, though the wound is far from dangerous.
"I know my fears," she says, "and I will overcome them!" Someday. Right now... heedless of Kataki's weapon, she steps in, sweeping her hands from low to high... creating a waist-high, cresting wave of icy chi to flare out at the swordsman, a flaring energy attack accompanied by the sharp cry of a kiai.
COMBATSYS: Kataki dodges Mizuki's Hyouryuu no Fuki.
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Mizuki 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Kataki
"Mmm," Kataki pauses in thought as Mizuki once more leaps back, brows furrowed in thought. He says nothing for a long time, simply standing back to consider the girl before him, blade flicking to the side; its tip drips with the thin prize of blood it was gifted from the partial success of his attack. Hazel eye looks up--
-- just in time to see that sudden wave of icy chi. He moves swiftly. With an almost casual sort of grace, the young man twists around, maneuvering past the expulsion of energy, -dangerously- close to Mizuki. He could strike now, if he wanted, but instead--
"Was she?"
He doesn't. He continues to sweep past her, landing in a short hop behind the girl. He makes no move; instead, he focuses himself upon his target, considering her with a mockingly pleasant smile and the tilt of his head. "Was she wrong? Poor Mizuki-chan. I wonder how many of people whose happiness you've gotten in the way of?" Each word is accentuated by the subtle tug at Mizuki's emotions, Psycho Power working in tandem with Kataki's words as he adopts his casual fighting stance once more -- waiting. "So many people you've disappointed or let down. Are you afraid of that, perhaps? Hmmm, I wonder. How much happier would that person be... if you had just disappeared?" A pause.
"What a selfish girl you are, Mizuki-chan!"
COMBATSYS: Kataki focuses on his next action.
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Mizuki 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Kataki
"She was!" Mizuki is dismayed at the casual dismissal of her attack, spinning around to face him even as the chi fades away, no longer made coherent by her will. This is something of a touchy subject for her, of course... Kimi and her actions affected Mizuki deeply. But his words... they're affecting her deeply as well; she stumbles, almost, faltering for a moment. "Wh--what do you mean? Her happiness...?"
"... No! She... her happiness wasn't based on my life... she wanted the approval of her elders... they were using her..." She shakes her head, as if to try and reinforce her thoughts, her decisions.
"I'm -not- selfish... I have the right to live as much as anyone else...!" And she resumes her charge, as best as she can, lunging forward, making as if to feint a grab... but instead she pulls up just short, sweeping her arms forward to unleash another wave of her icy chi. It missed once... but maybe it's worth trying again?
COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Kataki with Hyouryuu no Fuki.
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Mizuki 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Kataki
"Oh dear, again? How tiresome...!" Kataki laments, his body twisting gracefully backwards to deal with the sudden expulsion of chi in the same manner he did before. The results are considerably different than the last; unable to skirt around Mizuki's wave of power, it crashes into him, sending Kataki forcefully through the air. Pain overtakes his face briefly, before -annoyance- settles in, lips pulling into a deep frown as he twists and ultimately lands in a crouch a fair distance away.
"... mmm, so much work I have to do, getting these gifts ready!" Kataki muses to himself as he pulls himself back up to a stand. He levels an almost sad gaze upon Mizuki, head tilting to the side. "Do you...? Are you sure? Who knows how many people you've let down now. How many people you've disappointed. How much happiness you've stolen from others just to suit your own needs. You don't sound so sure of yourself. So..."
Kataki suddenly swipes out with his sword, straight through the air in a diagonal cut. Yet, with the distance between them, the gesture seems wholly for looks; as if he were cutting the wind rather than attempting to strike Mizuki. Yet-- "So... how can a girl so unsure of herself be of any help to anyone? Poor, sad Mizuki-chan."
It's not a moment after that a phantom image of Kataki suddenly appears before Mizuki, slicing into her with a semi-transparent duplicate of the young man's wakizashi. If it strikes, that image dissolves away, horrid Psycho Power channeled into the girl to deliver damage to the body and the mind, in an effect like dumping ice water on a person; a chilling and painful sensation that works all the more to intensify those negative emotions deep within Mizuki's soul.
"A disappointment to everyone. How tragic..."
COMBATSYS: Kataki successfully hits Mizuki with Seishin Tai.
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Mizuki 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Kataki
He's shaken her with his words, and he manages to do so again. How does he know what to say, where to poke? "I--I haven't--!" But... has she? Inadvertently, his words cause a cascade reaction inside her mind, as she thinks back. And thinks back. And does far too much thinking for someone with her life on the line. She doesn't realize what's happening almost until that phantom image is upon her... and then she's slashed.
The strike is true; were it to have been a strike from Kataki himself she might be dead before she realized. Instead--
--she screams. The wash of power is overwhelming--not only in raw input to fray nerves and cause pain but in the way it chills her soul... she gasps, as the power floods through her, assaulting mind and body.
"N--no..." she gasps, chokes out really, as she tries, desperately, to marshal herself, her courage... that wellspring she's -always- called upon... the love of her family, of her friends, their encouragement and help. But it's hard... so much harder, now...
Her power rises around her, that icy energy flaring and licking in a knee-high circle around her feet... but perhaps it seems dimmer than before...
COMBATSYS: Mizuki gathers her will.
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Mizuki 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Kataki
Remaining motionless as the Psycho Power ebbs through Mizuki's very person, Kataki looks terribly amused with the situation at hand. His gaze tilts up to observe the coming nightfall; as if this entire fight were nothing more than a passing fancy for him. "Hmmmm." His left hand lifts upwards, long fingers splaying outwards towards the sky. "You feel it now, right? Really, I'm surprised! You'd think you'd be used to being a disappointment by now. A girl who can't even keep her mind on a fight, how sad. I can only imagine how many people you've let down. But I wouldn't be worried about -that-..."
As Mizuki calls upon her own strength, Kataki moves forward in a sudden pulse of speed. His gaunt body is propelled with a sudden crackle of violet Psycho Power through the air. In one moment, he is standing thoughtfully. In the next, he is upon Mizuki like the spring of a serpent, expression unnervingly calm as he cuts through the air with two wide swipes to cut into the girl's chest. It's followed soon after by a pair of psychic afterimages, violet-tinged replicas of Kataki following shortly after him like echoes, cutting into Mizuki with the familiar and unpleasant tinge of Psycho Power.
"... I'd be more concerned about how many more people you will disappoint and fail because of your own actions."
COMBATSYS: Mizuki blocks Kataki's Souryuzan.
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Mizuki 1/=======/=======|=======\-------\0 Kataki
The flow of chi is beneficial in several ways to Mizuki--a girl who has trained nearly since birth in the arts of its use, offensively and defensively. While the very act itself replenishes reserves and builds power, the connection forged with the earth itself--for chi is the energy of life--empowers the body in other ways. It allows Mizuki an extra moment to prepare, and the ability to slightly increase the kind of damage she can withstand. Properly used, it is a powerful tool.
But so is Kataki's wakizashi--and his Psycho Power. Despite his speed, Mizuki is quite able to see him coming; she does not falter, not in this moment. But she can't move quite fast enough to completely avoid either slashes or the afterimages; the dance she makes, slipping the worst of each attack, looks graceful in an almost drunken manner.
And each touch of the energy seems to sever her connection to that wellspring of courage just a little bit more. Her eyes are bright now, bright with unshed tears; she doesn't even respond to Kataki's verbal prods. Because he's already undermined the shelf holding her convictions... and now they're teetering, ready to fall.
"No... I'm not going to...!"
Once again she charges forward; her hands poised into rigid knifehands, alight with that blue-white chi, she begins attacking with rapid strikes, a whirling dance of hands that comprises roughly twelve strikes for the chest, six from either hand--and then she shifts herself and steps forward once more, pistoning an open-palmed hand upward, seeking to smash it into Kataki's chin. Should that strike, it will be a surprisingly powerful strike--enough to throw him into the air where, Mizuki having wound her body into a tight spring, will follow afterward, rising in a spinning tornado strike, and ending with a cross-armed slash.
She isn't quite aware of it but she's screaming, her mind just on the brink...
COMBATSYS: Kataki counters Kouryuu no Ranbu from Mizuki with Shijin no Yogen.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Mizuki 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Kataki
"Oh, but you already have." Is Kataki's response.
"And you will again."
Kataki's blade bites into flesh in a vague sense, most of the damage circumvented. He is quick to recover with the sudden snap backwards of his arm through the air, coming to rest at his side. He comes to a slow, calm stand. Serene, he seems to almost completely -disregard- Mizuki, his visible eye shutting in silent contemplation. She approaches, and his thin lips drift into a smile. "So pitiable! You keep on TRYING, it's really... so annoying! Don't you know? You'll never be anything more than a disappointment. A sad, pathetic disappointment to everyone around you. But I'm sorry--"
Kataki is cut off the moment that the first strike barrels forward. Yet instead of finding invitingly frail flesh to abuse, Mizuki will move -THROUGH- Kataki; a psychic afterimage, one that explodes in disorientingly violet Psycho Power.
"--I'm afraid I'm bored now."
It's all far too fast for the eye to see; a blur of motion, the distinct feeling of a blade slicing through the air, biting into Mizuki in a series of slashes aimed at carving into her torso in a fine bloody mess. An instant later, Kataki is behind Mizuki, wakizashi dripping with dark red liquid, his gaze drifting up once more to the sky. Faint sparks of Psycho Power crackle along his blood-tainted blade.
"So sad..." he muses as he gazes towards the sky. "... such a beautiful night wasted on such a disappointment of a fighter -- of a -person-. Next time, I wonder... will you cause someone's death with your own blunders? It will be fun to find out... don't you think?"
She's done. She's gone. That counter-strike... it tore her to pieces. It was so perfectly placed, so perfectly timed... Frei once mentioned that his family was the hereditary owners of a style of battoujutsu. Well... she just saw it in action. Felt it, actually. It is a mass of pain, a overwhelming amount... the kind she's rarely felt, even in fights that were, at the time, just as serious. It's rather picturesque--one moment she's attacking with all the fury she can muster, the next, her body seems to explode with red mist, her shredded clothing vaguely distinguishable from the shape of her slashed body.
What's rocked her almost as much as Kataki's blade and his Psycho Power... are his words, something that has been true from the first moment she met him. If Alma represents a certain paragon of Psycho Power user--if he is the image of a 'good' psion--then perhaps Kataki forms as much a mirror image of Alma as he does Frei. For Alma might try and burn your brain out with his psi... but he means it in the best possible manner.
Kataki, clearly, does not. Completely outmatched, completely outclassed. Mizuki can only offer herself on the sacrificial altar. Her vision is dimming; soon, her brain is going to shut down and then she's going to have the kind of nightmares men like Kataki dream about making. But first there's one last stand, a necessary thing in situations such as these. She hit him once... can she do it again? Once again, she suddenly finds herself lunging at Kataki, seeking to close the distance... seeking to snag him with a whirlwind of her icy chi, raw and unfocused. It would carry him upwards... to fall upon Mizuki's hands, formed into spears, an instinctive strike to catch him in the soft, meaty area of his back. If, if, if. It's all just a game... and yet so much more serious.
Maybe Alma was right... maybe she is too normal for this life.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Kataki with Kouryuu no Ranbu.
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Slowly, Kataki draws a pristine white cloth from within his coat; in the aftermath of his attack, in the aftermath of his -words-... the swordsman seems content to meticulously clean his wakizashi, wiping crimson clean from the blade. "You've certainly made a mess of things, haven't you, Mizuki-chan? My, my, my... at least I can say you were less of a nuisance th--"
Back turned to Mizuki as Kataki is, he's a sitting duck to the sudden, ripping WHIRLWIND of chi that launches him upwards through the air in a tempest of desperation. Raw energy rips and shudders across his very essence, a look of shock plastered across his face as he ascends... and then begins to fall. A calm before the storm, his dark clothes fluttering from the downward motion--
--all put to an abrupt stop with hands knifing into his back.
"Ghhk--!"
A muted gasp of pain steals away the air from Kataki's lungs as he's lanced in the back. He immediately falls to the ground in a sprawl, coughing and hacking as red hot pain sears through his mind and body. Pain, and -anger-. His head snaps to GLARE at Mizuki in a mixture of rage and -disgust-. "You... are a -trying- gift, -aren't- you?"
Dragging himself up off the ground, Kataki swoops -down-. In an act of sheer malicious vengence, he grips Mizuki by the hair, and proceeds to -drag- her all the way down the steps of the shrine, letting her drag across the stony ground and the rough steps with a single-minded look of intense annoyance contorting his features. -Thunk-, -thunk-, -thunk- will go Mizuki's body against the steps, the cathartic abuse to his defenseless foe bringing Kataki to look much more pleasant when he reaches the bottom of the stone steps.
"...Hmmm... much better!" He seems almost ready to just drop and leave Mizuki, yet... he pauses, looking down at her with a thoughtful expression. "Well! I suppose it's time I dropped off my gift, don't you think?" And, swooping down, he gathers up Mizuki, lifting her up with deceptive strength for so frail a body, to carry her the rest of the way into Southtown proper...
... and dump her off at the entrance to the YFCC, bloodied and broken.
A proper gift has to be delivered, after all.
COMBATSYS: Kataki takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Kataki has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:00:15 01/28/2008 by Mizuki, and last modified on 02:37:42 01/30/2008.