Description: If there's one thing that Marisol doesn't like, it's kids from Gedo High. And as it just so happens, Shurui goes to Gedo. So when the young, legally-blind fighter purposely goes out of her way to walk by Pacific High with every intention of looking to start something, Marisol is glad to oblige--with her fists!
So, it would seem that Shurui's Gedo uniform (which happens to be the color of bad barf, it seems) is too big. Gedo, in its infinite wisdom, didn't really have a large variety of girl's uniforms and, while they could custom tailor one, it just made more sense to mend the smallest size they had. After all, Shurui won't be wearing it all that much anyway, so why spend money like that? If Shurui really cared that much about the fact that she was a) flat-chested, or b) short, it would have been insulting. However, shortness and being able to pass for a boy happened to be two things that got Shurui out of many jams that first year on the streets. You take what you have and work with it.
Hopefully, Gedo High will never have a dance, because that might be a little awkward.
That's Shurui's reasoning, anyway. However, in her search for the cheapest tailor, she didn't factor in that the shortest path to the shop was, well, one that ran past Pacific High. Said high school just so *happens* to be a rival of Gedo. And Taiyo. And... other schools. Does Shurui care? No. In fact, Shurui seems to flaunt the yellow ochre skirt and blazer that's hanging over one shoulder, plastic bag crinkling as she stops to liberally drink from a soda in her other hand. Some students stare.
Muda, Shurui has honored your memory by being mannerly to everyone in her school and at the YFCC in a way befitting a daughter with your name. She's managed to remain somewhat grounded through all this weird psychic business. However, right now? She *really* wants a good fight.
It's a well-known fact at Pacific High:
Marisol O'Connell really does not like Gedo High.
Granted, Marisol is not the sort who would actively seek out weak and feeble Gedoites who cannot defend themselves and beat them up - oh no. She prefers a challenge, and really, there's no pride or honor in beating up defenseless people. But those who can fight?
They are game.
Sitting underneath a tree with a few girls, Marisol idly sips on a bottle of water, her gray eyes staring boredly into the foliage above. The others around her absently chatter, conversing with one another of things inconsequential and of no real interest to the half-Spaniard. But, hey. They're friends and acquaintances. It's better than nothing at all, right?
But there's a buzz on the Pacific lawns. It starts at the front of the campus, and slowly makes its way back toward where the redhead is currently relaxing. 'Gedo!' someone whispers to another. 'There's some Gedo girl hanging around,' another whispers. 'She's totally looking for trouble,' someone offers. 'Waving her uniform around like some flag.'
Clearly people are overly exaggerating the situation.
Or ARE they?
The moment 'Gedo' and 'Fight' grace the ears of Marisol, she promptly arises from the ground. It draws a few curious and peculiar looks from the girls around her, who merely shrug and go back to doing...whatever. It isn't the first time she's done this in their presence, after all. In almost an instant, the girl is gone.
...and suddenly at the gates of Pacific High, gray eyes fixed entirely on Shurui as she liberally sips from her can of soda. With arms folded arrogantly over her chest (and the water bottle absently held in one hand), the half-Spaniard just pointedly STARES, jaw clenched as she taps a sneakered foot against the paved walkway. Whether or not Shurui notices, well. It doesn't matter.
Instead, the girl lifts her chin sharply and calls, "You've got a LOT of NERVE coming by here, Gedo trash!"
It's a well-known fact at, hell, anywhere:
When Shurui is bored, things happen. Not that she's the sort to cause trouble; she's of the faith that, if you hang around someplace long enough, trouble will just come to you like mana from heaven. And that's the best sort of trouble to pounce upon if you need to get your body back into shape.
The short clone looks Marisol up and down, dark eyes strategically glancing over the blurry image in front of her as she slips her glasses to the top of her forehead. "...." A dandelion. That's as close to a nutshell as she could get with this aura. Yellow, proud, loud, and hardy. May be a little out of her league, but, it won't kill Shurui to build a little callus on her skin.
"You'll do." Shurui grins, cocking her head to the right and stretching her body, the the uniform's hanger carelessly teetering off a finger. "Care to show a new kid the Pacific spirit? Need to see what I'm up against." Eyes narrow to compliment the snide grin and she places the hanger's hook within a link of a nearby fence, casually placing her can of soda below it. "Not sure if I expect all that much... I was about to leave when no one came after me. So."
Her stance suddenly shifts into some familiar with combat, one foot placed in front and hands held in front in a style that seems vcaguely Chinese in origin. "Show me the pride of Pacific High."
COMBATSYS: Shurui has started a fight here.
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Shurui 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shurui
'You'll do,' the girl says.
For a brief moment, Marisol appears puzzled. Gray eyes widen ever so discreetly, full pink lips pulling into a thin line across her face. That can only mean one thing, in the O'Connell girl's book.
This girl came with every intention of starting shit.
Full lips pull into a wolfish smirk in response, her arms dropping from her chest. Strutting forward at a most leisurely and arrogant pace, the half-Spaniard's hands rest akimbo on her curvy hips, bottle held precariously between her thumb and index finger. Approaching the tiny Asian girl, Marisol saunters, circling her at a cautious distance while giving her a looking-over.
"'Pacific spirit?'" she wonders aloud, her tone hinted with amusement and humored disbelief. "You? But you're so TINY. How do you expect to last, huh?" Her feet pause, sneakers scuffing against smooth concrete. Gray depths narrow, fixed on the tiny Asian girl. In her hand, the bottle bobs as calloused digits twitch.
But not once does the girl take her eyes off of Shurui, even as the girl sets her garments aside and rests her can of soda on the ground. But the moment her stance shifts into something combative, the redhead lets full lips pull back over pearly whites.
"Ha ha ha, oh! You don't know what you're getting into!" the half-Spaniard laughs ...before her arm reels back from her side and suddenly whips forward, the bottle of half-drunken water sailing right for Shurui's throat.
"Gedo, tch!"
COMBATSYS: Shurui overcomes Thrown Object from Marisol with Quartz Shard.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shurui
Starting shit? Perhaps. But not by throwing the first punch. If she wanted to pick on people, she would have done so by the time Marisol heard those first rumors. As it stands, she allows Marisol to throw the first punch because she *wants* her opponent, whomever it may be, to also be in on the trouble.
Best part about it? She didn't even have to actually stick a foot on Pacific High property. The sidewalk is Southtown property. Yeah, Shurui thinks about these things.
You think a lot about these thinks when you're constantly bored. "Wow, I'm short. How sharp of you to notice." She lets out a low 'heh' underneath her breath, her slightly open mouth curved in a smirk. "There's only one way to find out, right?"
When the container flies through the air, Shurui is already on it, rising a hand and flinging it downward, creating a wave of crackling grey psi in its wake. The grey energy and the bottle meet, and disperse, negating the first attack. Water then splashes through the air, freed from its container. "Keep going."
COMBATSYS: Shurui successfully hits Marisol with Quartz Shard.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Shurui
Oh, one of THOSE types.
Marisol has come to expect Gedo to be rife with smartasses. And Shurui proves herself no real exception to the redhead's established stereotypes for the school. Smirking sharply in response to her sarcastic remark, the girl simply flings an arm and hurls the bottle at the girl's throat. It's a half-assed attack, little more than a distraction at best.
But it would appear the girl is a bit sharper than to fall for it.
Suddenly and perhaps unexpectedly, a swath of gray energy bursts to life from Shurui's hands, causing her bottle to erupt as it continues to plow forward. Marisol? Does not worry; instead, her eyes widen, lips drawing back over her teeth as she runs right FOR the wave of gray.
Unfortunately, she can't plow through it. Overpowered, the attack causes Marisol to stumble back, very nearly losing her footing in response. Lifting a hand, she absently runs it over her midriff, eyes hooding as she peers toward the Gedo girl.
"Don't PATRONIZE me!" the girl cries, lunging forward with every intention of punching her with a quick jab aimed right for the center of her face. "You just got LUCKY, short stuff!"
COMBATSYS: Shurui dodges Marisol's Light Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Shurui
Rather ironic, considering the clone was rather polite, if distant, to her fellow students. And, well, people at the YFCC.
But a stray cat can't be proper for long. It's still a cat, even if it has obligations to the hand that feeds it.
Seeing the dandelion yellow energy of Marisol's body mesh with the gray energy of Shurui's own attack, the short girl's eyebrows raise. Her vague assessment of Marisol's energy is proving right in the way that Marisol fights; the young woman is willful and, maybe, a little brash. That may be the pot calling the kettle black, to be fair, as it's Shurui who, albeit indirectly, started this fight.
The jab arcs by the doding Shurui's face, the girl falling back to one foot and continuing to the side, her right foot coming in for the back of Marisol's heel.
"Luck's got no place in this."
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Shurui's Quick Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Shurui
A...miss?
Thin red brows furrow considerably, as Marisol's fist sails past the shorter girl's face, the tightly-bound fist hitting nothing whatsoever. But the tiny girl isn't about to just stand by idly and let it pass; hardly. She stirs in an instant, causing the half-Spaniard to scoff as a foot whips out for the back of her heel. A sweep?
Marisol's foot plants hard, bracing itself firmly against the ground. The impact of Shurui's foot against the back of the redhead's, drawing a mild grunt from her as she stands. Briefly, a light scowl crosses the girl's tanned features. Luck has no place in this?
Features shift, a soft chuckle escaping her.
"Alright then. I'm just getting warmed up then," Marisol compromises.
And with that she moves, stomping a foot harshly as her fists ignite with chi. Swinging her fists, the girl swings a downward punch for Shurui's face, followed by a hook. Her foot shifts thereafter, both fists coiled back before she thrusts them forward, attempting to strike the tiny girl in her gut and chest with both flaring fists, a sharp burst of yellow chi erupting upon impact.
COMBATSYS: Shurui dodges Marisol's El Matador.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Shurui
Shurui's heel meets with Marisol's resolve and, while the impact happens, Marisol's will overall wins. Could the clone really stand up against this rock of a young woman?
Well, she *did* want a challenge.
The mental third eye in Shurui's mind can see the flare of yellow chi dance to her fists, blooming into reality like dandelions on a green lawn. And, fortunately, she's quick enough to react on her instinctual notion to dodge the hell away. An exhale of repressed air leaves her lungs as Shurui's body bends back from the mighty attack, then lapses back to her stance.
"Go on, then." Shurui's fist flies out, attempting to meet with Marisol's side knuckles first while the young woman is still reacting to her opponent's dodge.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Medium Punch from Shurui with Red Clover.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Shurui
If Shurui wanted a challenge, well. Marisol is glad to give the girl a fight, and likely WOULD have, whether the Asian girl wanted one or not. The only problem she's faced with here is whether or not she'll top this girl in a brawl...
Or if Shurui will wind up beating her. And like HELL will Marisol allow that.
Another miss. Shurui is faster than she anticipates. Swiftly she leans back and out of harm's way, chi-imbued fists whipping viciously through empty air. It draws a scoff from the redhead, who draws both fists back, even as Shurui swings a fist right for her side.
Marisol doesn't move. Instead...
She grins broadly. Too broadly.
"NOT ENOUGH!" the redhead bellows, her body lurching forward. Fists again flare with chi, viciously burning yellow flames licking her forearms as she closes in on Shurui. A knee jerks, slamming into the girl as an opener, to stun the shorter Gedo girl. And when she has the girl in her proverbial coils, all Hell breaks loose.
Whipping forward, a fist drives itself into her gut, before both fists swing, one after the other to deliver harsh, unforgiving imbued hooks into the girl's jaw, the final blow delivering a burst of stinging chi to send her stumbling.
"I said I was getting warmed up," she chides, fingers curling inwards to her palms as she snuffs the flames, grinning a toothy smirk.
"GUGH!" Spit falls off of the girl's face as Marisol finally lands a punch, then two more, then a final chi-imbued fist that sends her stumbling back from the momentum. Crashing against the chainlink fence, Shurui hears Marisol's words. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth, and, oddly enough, the clone smiles as she wipes it from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Kheh. Good. I don't want to fight someone who'd rather not." She never did intend to pick on anyone who didn't themselves step up to the plate. Not that this really absolves her from being the one who created the situation for this fight to happen, of course.
"Hgh!" Pushing her body from the fence and close in to Marisol, Shurui lets loose with a punch that seems... rather demure. In fact, she doesn't even seem to reel her fist back, but instead throw her body towards those few inches into Marisol, using the bulk of her body against her outstretched fist, now imbued with gray psi energy, intending to land knuckles first like a select battering ram.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Shurui's Velvet Fist.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Shurui
It would be a lie to say that Marisol felt nothing from that particularly successful hit. It made her feel really GOOD, in fact. Nothing beats the sensation of watching someone reel in pain, bleeding because of her handiwork. Yes. That felt very cathartic. VERY cathartic.
"Believe me, Gedo-girl," the redhead remarks, lifting her hands and cracking her knuckles. "I would never DREAM of holding back." Never on a Gedo kid that can fight back. So even as the girl practically hangs off the chain link fence, the redhead advances slowly, still grinning a broad, toothy smirk.
"Come on now, stop hugging that fence. Fight me!"
Shurui clearly has no qualms in humoring the half-Spaniard girl. As the girl shoves off and punches at the redhead, Marisol lifts her arms up and intercepts it, but by no means drops her defenses - and good thing. Seconds later the Asian girl plows forward, her fist burning with vicious gray psi energy, causing the girl to blink once. This, again?
Stumbling back a step, the girl's eyes hood sharply, lips crawling into a sharp sneer as she comes to a conclusion. The first burst of energy wasn't some odd fluke. "You're like that Russian girl at Gedo," she observes aloud. "Your...stuff--power...it's like hers." This noted, it becomes a bit clearer that she ought to take this a touch more seriously.
This will be fun!
"Ha ha ha! Excellent, excellent!" the redhead barks, stepping in and swinging a fist toward the girl's chest with an underhand swing.
COMBATSYS: Shurui fails to interrupt Medium Punch from Marisol with Jab Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Shurui
"Heh...." Shurui seems to be enjoying herself as well, despite her bleeding and rapidly bruising state. "Looks like this'll be a fun fight, whether I lose or win..." She doesn't intend on losing, but Shurui realizes the odds may be against her. However, her energy attacks seem to really have an effect on the young woman...
Stepping back from the fence to try to launch her next attack, she seems taken back at Marisol's next words. "....? There's someone else like that?"
Unfortunately for her, Shurui doesn't recover enough from this revelation to react to Marisol's fist, which presses with excruiating force into the clone's chest, causing her to lose her breath despite the clone's attempt to intercept it with a quicker attack. "Ha.... ha...." That's not her laughing, but her audible breath as she thinks on this. "What's the girl's name? Do ya know?" She pauses. "Keep going, by the way. I ain't done *yet*."
"What?" Marisol replies, as Shurui asks whether there's someone else like her. Briefly does the half-Spaniard girl appear confused, uncertain by what she means precisely. But, soon enough, it dawns on the girl, and her lips pull into a slow, cocky smirk. Maybe she's piqued Shurui's curiosity? Of course she has. Why would the girl inquire?
Tilting her head to one side, the girl says nothing immediately. Instead, Marisol steps in and swings her fist, despite the tiny girl's attempts to interrupt her mid-strike. It drives her back as intended, and in response the half-Spaniard's smirk broadens.
"What's her name?" Marisol asks of Shurui, lips daring to pull into a toothy Cheshire's smirk. "Oh, it's been QUITE some time. And I'm so BAD with names." Yes, she's pulling the Asian's leg here. Lifting a finger, Marisol absently taps her chin, eyes fixed on the sunny skies overhead. "Maybe there would be a way for me to remember..? It might take...oh, I dunno..."
Glancing back down, those gray eyes lock onto Shurui. Her smile grows to frightening proportions.
"Maybe if you beat me I'll remember?"
Whatever the girl's response, Marisol pushes off her back foot and lunges for Shurui, a devastating left hook aimed for her jaw!
COMBATSYS: Shurui dodges Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Shurui
With such precious information placed in front of her and Marisol's apprisal of its value, Shurui can't help but attempt to distance herself from it almost immediately. The cocky grin disappears into a sneer. "Tch. Okay, whatever. How many Russians can there be at my school? I'll kick your ass either way."
"So don't get cocky."
The brief flare of anger resharpens Shurui's senses to their previous state, thankfully. Her third eye senses the flow of energy and the movement of Marisol's body, and the Asian reacts just as quickly, pulling back from the hook at the last second, the wake of it fluttering her grey bangs. "I'll find it out my own way if I have to." Psi power flares up, forcing the girl to find an immediate exit for it to flow.
"Try this one on for size." Launching in for what seems like a simple punch, it seems like there's not much there behind her threat. If it hits, however...
COMBATSYS: Shurui successfully hits Marisol with Subtle Knife.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Shurui
Grey energy explodes out from the point of impact.... as well as through Marisol's back, as if she had been stabbed through with a physical lance. "Hyah!" Shurui then wheels another punch with her free fist into Marisol's gut, which seems to disconnect the flow of power and frees the young woman's body to either fall back or catch herself.
Shurui's response earns her a sneer from Marisol, gray eyes hooding sharply as she gazes back at the girl. "Don't get cocky, you say?" she replies, shaking her head lightly before she laughs. "Why shouldn't I? You haven't give me a reason to start worrying yet! I'll get as cocky as I so please. So DEAL with it!"
Making her move, Marisol finds that, again, this girl is far too damn slippery for her own good. Her hook comes, but those knuckles bite into empty air, drawing a sharp scowl across her full lips. "Damn you," she hisses, the flare of psi noted as the half-Spaniard girl simply braces. Like hell she'll worry about the girl. No, she's got every intention of hitting her.
The punch comes, striking the girl in her chest. For a split-second, the girl seems bemused. That's it? That's the extent of her attack?
A beat, and that energy bursts, followed by a second punch that sends the redhead staggering back, colliding clumsily against the chain link fence. Felled? No. Not yet, but the way her shoulders rise and fall express she's a bit winded and a touch sore. Privately she curses that weird energy.
Marisol grins - and big. "Ohhh," she lightly chides, pushing off as her calloused hand brushes softly against the point of impact. "That's not enough, not at all... here." Standing upright, the girl rolls her shoulders, lightly popping her neck.
Lurching forward almost suddenly and surprisingly, the girl swings a fist, a gut-punch intent on stunning Shurui. And should she find herself struck, Marisol does not hesitate to grab the girl by her collar and headbutt her, before she finishes the strike with a vertical kick right for her jaw.
"COME ON!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Shurui with Chain Reaction.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Shurui
"Oh, fuck you." Shurui sports a feral smirk, almost playfully as she raises her hands for her next strike. "You must like the sound of your own voice."
Maybe this means that Shurui's going to have to learn to appreciate it, now that Marisol's managed to catch her in yet another vicious sequence of violence: the gut punch stuns the clone, allowing for the headbutt to come into the picture, followed by a kick to the jaw. Shurui coughs a spray of pink spittle as she's pressed ahead from the full extent of the attack. "Kheh....heh." Shurui grins. "... Guess I know how much I'll need to train...." Cocky, but realistic. Marisol really *is* out of Shurui's league. But that doesn't mean Shurui'll back off. It's just a brawl, not a matter of life and death. If it was a matter of someone trying to kill her...
Shurui knows the value of backing down and running away. She has no territory to defend, nothing of value to protect.
"Not satisfied with just this, though." Blood stains her face, but Shurui's still focused on the fight. It's not determination, will, or something of that sort that's keeping her going at this point, however. No, here, it's just boredom and scratching a little itch in her DNA. Or maybe, it's just her that has the itch, not the genes.
The Asian comes in with a simple flutter of a punch, not yet prepared to do any major attacks just yet.
COMBATSYS: Shurui successfully hits Marisol with Jab Punch.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Shurui
"I don't mind it, really," the redhead quips, meeting the feral smirk with one of her own.
"My voice...it has a certain CHARM to it, wouldn't you say?"
Making her move without missing a beat, the redhead pulls no punches as she assaults the poor Asian girl. Ultimately she's sent staggering, drawing the tiniest of pouts across Marisol's lips as she holds her ground. "Train more? What the hell? You came to me without at least honing your skills first?" Tanned features shift, a look of disbelief written across her face as she scoffs, "God, how insulting! Why should I bother--"
And then there was a punch to the face.
For a few moments, the redhead looks puzzled. The 'flutter' punch didn't particularly smart her, evident by that dumbstruck expression. But a few seconds after those features twist, an irritable look blooming over her face as she stares down at the gray-haired girl.
"What the fuck was that!?" she cries. "Come ON!" How is she supposed to get practice for the confrontation in her near-future, if this girl is throwing such half-hearted attacks?!
Lifting a hand, Marisol brushes over the red mark swelling over her sun-kissed features. "That was nothing! Can't you show me something BETTER than that? Like--"
Pushing off her back foot, Marisol lunges for Shurui with every intention of punching the girl in the face. Very hard.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Shurui with Fierce Punch.
Glancing Blow
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Shurui
Insulting? Shurui laughs. "You think that's an *insult*? That's cute."
A small punch, yes, but the shirt girl's still reeling from that last attack Marisol launched on her. Her stamina needs to be improved, it seems... Tilting her head at the half-Hispanic's words, she quips, "Sorry. Not here to impress. If I wanted that, why would I wait for someone like you?" Maybe that's a compliment, in the short clone's own strange indirect way.
*biff* The punch nearly knocks her cold. It *would* have, if Shurui hadn't managed to willed her body to move away from the impact. Wiping the spittle from her chin, Shurui lets out a low heh. "Maybe. If I decide to."
But two can play at this game. "Hy-ah!" Shurui now launches her own punch driving down to attempt to catch Marisol's stomach.
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Medium Punch from Shurui with Snap Wind.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Shurui
Brows furrow. Lips purse. Eyes hood.
"Uhh," the redhead intelligently begins, absently tilting her head to one side. "I think so. I'd rather you come and start shit with me when you're at your best. I don't want to be some random yahoo you hope to take down to improve!" Smirking sharply, gray eyes widen in delight, lips pulling back over her pearly whites.
And then, a punch. But unlike the last few times she's outright missed the slippery Shurui, this one gets SOME skin, drawing the corners of her mouth up just a bit more. She doesn't bother or concern herself with Shurui's insult - or was it a compliment? At the back of Marisol's mind, she can't really decide which.
She'll process it later.
"Alright then!" the girl bellows, as Shurui attempts to strike her in the gut. Struck, the girl staggers, but holds her ground, suffering the blow. And it becomes clear precisely why; a split-second later, the redhead swings a fist out, pelting the girl with a straight punch to the face. But that's not the kicker. That comes when Marisol crouches at the knees before she rockets upwards, an uppercut aimed right for the underneath of poor Shurui's jaw.
".... I didn't start shit with you specifically," points out Shurui. "I started shit when whomever showed up. You just happened to be the one who did." She shrugs. "If I knew you were going to throw a damn fit over this, I wouldn't have come to stroke your overblown ego. Besides... I don't see you refusing to enjoy yourself..."
"Guess it's just your problem."
Marisol is far, far outside the girl's league, it seems. Doesn't make the girl sad to see herself losing, however. That's a part of life. Just be lucky this is just a straight spar between two people, and not something happening on the streets, years earlier. "Gheh!" The dual impact of the punch and the jumping uppercut sending her spinning in the air and slamming on the pavement.
Slowly, Shurui gets back up, spitting blood out of the side of her mouth. She's got one more attack in her. However.... "... Heh. You win." It's best to pull out while she can still carry her uniform. The clone's pride's a little hurt, yes, but it's more from Marisol's outright indignant reaction to the girl's blunt telling of the truth. "Life's too short to wait until you're at your best," Shurui says, fitting the glasses back on her face. "I hope you've not considered this your best, either."
COMBATSYS: Shurui takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Shurui can no longer fight.
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And Marisol's response?
"Pff. Whatever."
It's that simple, as far as the half-Spaniard is concerned. There's no doubt about it, however: she DID enjoy the fact she got to punch someone in the face, and that they punched back. The tiny and seemingly unassuming Gedo girl hits hard when she sure wants to, just like that damnable Guardian King girl.
But for the moment, that is the last thought on her mind, as she intercepts the girl's attack and meets it with one of her own. Punching the poor girl into the air, she watches as the girl inevitably lands, flinching slightly in response. Maybe she should have held back JUST a bit?
...nah. Shurui wouldn't learn anything, would she??
With that logic in mind, the redhead smirks as she watches the girl stand up. A last attack? Sliding her feet apart, the girl readies herself, waiting for come what may...but...it just doesn't come. The Asian girl simply throws the towel in, forfeiting a final blow. The girl is momentarily puzzled, as she observes Shurui.
"Tch!" is her initial response. "I didn't want to break you," Marisol offers, eyes snapping shut as she tosses her head to one side, arms folding over her chest. Ignoring the other girl, she pivots on her heel, making her way back to Pacific High.
...but halfway, the girl's steps falter.
"If you were wondering," Marisol states, her head turning as she gazes over a shoulder toward Shurui. "The girl. Her name is Stasya, I believe. She's friends with some dickhead named Tenma Kiryuu, and a teammate of his. Despite being on that idiot's team, she's not so bad." She pauses briefly, her head tilting up as she gazes at the sky.
"She hits like a fucking truck, too. You two can probably learn somethin'."
Dropping her gaze, the girl turns her back completely to Shurui, as she walks away. Lifting a hand up and over her shoulder, she casts a dismissive wave, calling out, "Come back sometime, if you want a rematch. I'll be here, and ready."
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:27:09 02/09/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 13:03:13 02/10/2008.