Neo League 570 - #593: Zach vs Ichiro

Description: Zach and Ichiro duke it out for glory on the Pacific High rooftops! Witness the brutality, and the power of the World's Mightiest Lacrosse Ball! (Winner: Zach)

His footsteps crunching softly as that weird gravel stuff that always seems to be on rooftops shifts beneath his feet, Ichiro Oe's face looks a tad uneasy as he glances around the strange rooftop for the first time. He'd much rather be standing on the roof of Taiyo High right now, but that'd probably be considered an unfair home court advantage by most for a Neo League fight. Sniffing curiously as he plops the cageless hockey-style lacrosse helmet on his face, neglecting to buckle the chin strap as usual, Ichi takes a few steps over towards the east side of the roof.

"Not a bad view," he is forced to admit as he gazes over the beach. Bouncing the lacrosse stick on the light shoulder pads worn over their namesake absently as he takes in the view, the young lacrosse star spends seems uncharacteristically on edge as he waits for his opponent to show. Though he shows a lot of talent for the fighting neophyte that he is, the fighting arena just isn't home for the teen yet. He's never nervous before a Lacrosse match, the field is like a second home. The unease is not an unwelcome feeling, just an unfamiliar one.

At least, Ichiro, you are not fighting kids on a semi-weekly basis.

That fact is one that Zach Glen, wanderer and YFCC handyman, is still trying to get used to. A great many fights, moreso in Neo League in fact, seem to pit Glen against chool-kids. When he started, it was uncomfortable.

That all stopped when he met Roy Bromwell.

Zach makes his way to the roof, and looks around. He whistles softly; Ichiro is right about the view. Glen speaks up, "Oe-san? Zach Glen. I'll be your opponent for this match."

Spinning on his heels and sending pebbles bouncing this way and that as he turns, Ichiro reflexivly sinks his hips into an athletic stance as he's caught off guard. "Oh, hey!" he says with the warm smile that usually greets strangers. "It's good to meet you, Zach," Ichiro replies with a slight bow. He's usually fairly informal, except when dealing with elders, of course, but Ichiro can do polite, and Zach's introductions sets the tone rather nicely. "I am excited to see what sort of fighting style you use," Ichi tells the slightly older boy plainly. "I don't know much about martial arts, so every fight is an opportunity to learn." Grinning warmly, Oe tugs at the waistband of his red mesh athletic shorts and absently adjusts his matching practice jersey. "I am read to begin whenever you are," he adds as he tugs the thickly padded lacrosse gloves tighter on his hands and bounces from foot to foot to loosen up his muscles.

Zach nods once, and settles into a stance that resembles jujitsu in its way. "It's okay. I'm kinda new to the whole thing too."

Purple energy washes up both of his arms as he steps in quickly. "As for my style, well... it's complicated," Zach says as he thrusts both palms into Ichiro's midsection.

COMBATSYS: Zach has started a fight here.

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Zach             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Ichiro has joined the fight here.

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Ichiro           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Zach

COMBATSYS: Ichiro dodges Zach's Fierce Punch.

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Ichiro           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Zach

"Complicated? That sounds interesting..." Ichiro replies with a smirk, though his eyebrow quirks quizzically as Zach's arms are suddenly awash in purple energy. That looks painful. Remind Ichiro not to get hit by it to see if it is or not. Fortunately, no reminder is needed. YET. Juking aside as he lifts his crosse, another name for a lacrosse stick, to shoulder level, Zach's thrusting attack whiffs just over the athlete's shoulder. Close call. Spinnining 90 degrees towards Glen, Ichiro lashes out with his crosse towards the older boy's armpit region, hoping to thud the netted pocket of the piece of sporting equipment into his side solidly.

COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Zach with Medium Strike.
Glancing Blow

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Ichiro           0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             Zach

Zach moves away from the strike, but still gets tagged in the flank as he spins away. He spirals, hops away on one foot as he turns to face the lacrosse player.

"Sports as a combat style. Odd," Zach comments even as he hurls a sphere of that purple energy directly at Ichiro. Whatever it is, it looks fast and painful!

COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Ichiro with Warning Shot.

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Ichiro           0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0             Zach

"Yeah! It's lacrosse!" Ichiro replies enthusiastically. "Lacrosse is pretty much the fastest sport out there!" he adds even as the purple energy is sent his way. "Well, hockey is probably faster, but they're on ice, so it doesn't really coun- GAAH!" Ichiro cries out as the energy slams into him and sends him spiraling away. Maybe he should be paying more attention to the fight and less on pimping his sport. "Nnnhh.. man.... that hurts..." he mutters as he lifts himself off of the ground and up to his feet. He's never felt anything quite like that before. Ichiro has lots of experience with chi, but... but that stuff is weird, whatever it is!

Reaching into the pocket of his shorts, Ichiro pulls out a small rubber ball, a little smaller in diameter than a baseball and gives it a solid bounce on the rooftop. "My turn now!" he replies with a grin as he catches the ball in the pocket of his crosse. As soon as the ball makes contact with the net, the rubber ball blazes to life with golden chi. Grinning wildly as he whips the stick forward, Ichiro torques the lacrosse stick expertly and sends the blazing lacrosse ball rocketing towards Zach.

COMBATSYS: Zach overcomes Bullet Shot from Ichiro with Ka-Psi-Ne Ate.

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Ichiro           0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0             Zach

Zach's eyes narrow when the ball starts to glow. He takes a quick shuffle-step back, setting into that jujitsu stance again as he raises his arms into the air. Three urple sheets, rectangular, form in the air.

"KASANE ATE!" Zach yells as he brings his arms down in a sweeping motion. The sheets slams down towards Ichiro, the first two slicing the ball into non-existance. The third sheet, however is still slicing towards Ichiro!

COMBATSYS: Ichiro interrupts Ka-Psi-Ne Ate from Zach with Cross Check.

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Ichiro           0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1             Zach

Kasane Ate? That sounds familiar for some reason. "Whoah!" Ichiro gasps as his poor lacrosse ball is shorn to pieces. Oh well, there's more where that came from. Teeth gritting as he steels himself, Ichiro decides to get a little up close and personal. That purple stuff hurt a lot last time, but let no one say that Ichi lacks courage. Gripping his crosse in both hands, Ichiro puts his head down and charges straight for Zach, letting the last remaining Kasane Ate blade slam into his helmet and shoulder pads as he barrels straight for the older boy. "Aaaaaaah!" Ichiro bellows as he raises the stick and slams it straight into Zach's face, clobbering him with enough force to KO any non-fighter and maybe even give them severe head trauma. Luckily for Zach, he's probably made of better stuff than that.

You'd be surprised. Zach goes down like a pile of bricks, sprawling across the roof. He tucks himself up, and tumbles away from the Taiyo student. He grins faintly as he pulls himself to his feet.

"Maybe I won't hafta hold back," Zach says softly as purple wisps flare into existance around Zach's body. He wipes a trickle of blood from his mouth as the wisps intensify into flames around him!

COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.

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Ichiro           0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1             Zach

"You better NOT hold back!" Ichiro replies with a wild, yet friendly grin. His eyes going wide as he watches the purple energy dance around the other fighter, Ichiro tries to hold down the sense of dread at what's to come. "Because I don't even know HOW to hold back!" he informs Zach as he pulls out another lacrosse ball and gives it a quick toss into the air before catching it and flinging the ball quickly towards Zach's gut to try to distract him from his painful plans.

COMBATSYS: Zach negates Sudden Fling from Ichiro with Burst Stream.

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Ichiro           0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0             Zach

"Fair enough, kid," Zach says as he pulls his hands back. "Word of advice, though." Royal purple light flickers and whisks between the waiting palms.

"Projectiles may not be such a good idea."

Zach thrusts both palms forward, fingers spread wide as the energy roars forth. The burst is apparently short-lived, but the lacrosse ball is gone. "It might get expensive for you."

Sighing softly as yet another lacrosse ball is vaporized, Ichiro tries to make a mental count of how many of those balls he remembered to bring with him this time. Oh well, better the ball being disintegrated than him. "Yeah, it might. But I think I can afford it," he replies with a smirk. Even so, maybe it's time to close the distance again. It worked out pretty well last time. Lowering his head slightly once more, Ichiro charges in on Zach again, yet this time, instead of clobbering him over the head, this time he jukes aside at the last moment and tries to drive a powerful knee into Zach's sternum on the way by.

COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Zach with Light Kick.

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Ichiro           0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0             Zach

Zach doubles over on the knee, exhaling sharply. Ichiro's knee comes away wet with blood as Zach slumps to the ground. Glen stays on hands and knees coughing for a moment before getting back on his feet. Zach taps his chest experimentally, frowning as the fingertips come away red.

"That ain't good," Zach says mostly to himself. He looks at Ichiro critically for a moment as he shakes his hands loose.

Within an eyeblink, Zach dashes in close to Ichiro, thrusting an open palm for the boy's chest. A split-second later, a beachball-sized sphere of psycho-power spins into existance, hopefully blasting the kid across the rooftop!

COMBATSYS: Ichiro fails to interrupt Impulse Flare from Zach with Unsportsmanlike Conduct.

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Ichiro           0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0             Zach

"Whoah!" Ichiro exclaims as his knee feels slick with blood after his brutal knee. "Are you alright?" he asks, a little worried. "Huh. Guess so," he answers himself as Zach blitzes towards him, thrusting his palm at Ichi's chest, not to mention more of that painful energy. Making a split second decision to swing his head forward to try and headbutt Zach with his helmet, Ichiro is suddenly flung backwards by the evil purple stuff and sent skittering across the rooftop. "Nnnh..." Ichiro groans yet again before lifting himself up to his feet rather slowly. "Still hurts..." he says with a weak grin.

"Older injury," Zach answers softly. The wisps of purple fire kick up again, sweeping around Zach as he regains himself somewhat. The injuries do not heal, but Zach seems a bit more energetic as a result.

"Wouldn't worry about it too much."

COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.

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Ichiro           0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1             Zach

"Oh... okay," Ichiro replies when he's told not to worry, but he doesn't seem so sure. Shrugging, Ichiro decides to press on, this fight seems to be drawing to an end, both fighters are pretty beat up by this point. It's not time to rest yet. Charging forward again, as he's like to do, Ichiro feints a swing with his crosse before juking aside once more and delivering another knee to Zach's sternum. Hey, he said not to worry about it!

COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Ichiro's Light Kick.

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Ichiro           0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1             Zach

Zach reacts slightly to the lacrosse stick; he's still not used to the idea of a feint yet.

Knees to the midsection though? Got it nailed. Zach slams both palms down on the incoming knee-strike, wincing as he feels the shock all the way up to the shoulder.

Zach frowns a bit as he considers his next move. He hops back several feet, his hands cupped by his side again. "One more time," Zach says quietly, as he throws both hands forward in that almost unversal motion. The energy rushes forth again, looking to wash over Ichiro in an orgy of pain and kinetic energy.

COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Ichiro with Burst Stream.

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Ichiro           1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0             Zach

This isn't good. This is not good. This is the most painful orgy that Ichiro has ever been in. Granted, it's the ONLY orgy that Ichiro has ever been in, but chances are it'd be the most painful anyway. Sent flying away YET AGAIN, Ichiro skids across the rooftop sending pebbles scattering in his wake as he comes to a stop. "Nhhg...." he moans before rolling over and pushing himself up into a crouch. "The final buzzer hasn't sounded yet..." Ichiro mutters as blood trails down from his nose. "Still a lot of lacrosse left to play..." he trails off rather weakly.

Pulling one final lacrosse ball from his pocket, Ichiro places it into the net of his stick weakly before closing his eyes and gritting his teeth in concentration. "NNNNNNGGGHHHH!" he strains as his burning spirit begins to well up in him and channel it's way through his crosse and into the ball. "LACROSSE PLUS!" Ichiro bellows with the last of his strength as he tosses the ball straight into the air. The ball, charged with golden energy pauses wondrously at the top of its arc and just hangs there in the air for a moment. Suddenly around 10 or 15 golden orbs of chi begin to split off from the ball and hang in the air next to their physical copy for a few moments before they all rocket in unison towards Zach at parabolic angles, leaving the lone lacrosse ball to fall straight down and thud softly on Ichiro's unconscious chest.

COMBATSYS: Ichiro can no longer fight.

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Zach             0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Ichiro's Lacrosse Plus.

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Zach             0/-------/----===|

Zach's eyes go wide as the chi-bombing commences. "You gotta be ****ing me," he whispers hoarsely.

Zach dives, rolls, handsprings, and tumbles as he frantically tries to stay clear of the chi-spheres. Just one of them would be enough to ruin his day, really, and Zach wants none of that. When the dust settles, Zach is gasping for air as medical help arrives on-scene to patch both fighters up.

COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.

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Zach             0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: Zach has ended the fight here.

Log created on 21:14:11 02/20/2008 by Zach, and last modified on 23:58:49 02/20/2008.