Description: A Fight between Marisol and Iincyo ON THE BEACH. Marisol .. basically kicks Iincyo around but there's another fight entirely different going on as well! OR IS THERE. (Winner: Marisol)
For some reason or another, Marisol got roped into a Neo League fight.
It's been some time since she'd last sparred on that particular circuit, and the half-Spaniard was more or less surprised when the invitation fell into her hands. The courier just grinned, offered a coy smile and skipped off, leaving the girl stunned and very thoroughly confused.
But regardless of how, or even why she's here, Marisol is...well here. Standing on the shores of Sound Beach, it was fortunate for her this particular location was chosen; after all, it's a stone's throw from her school. Literally so, depending on who you talk to.
Clad in a comfortable pair of khaki Capris and a deep forest green tank top, the girl waits by the sea, as Neo League crew and management scurry about, setting up the last of the cameras and other necessary equipment before the fight. And while doing so, Marisol just stands, absently rubbing at the back of her neck as she waits. Why did she get pulled into this, she privately wonders. Will they even arrive? And who would want to fight her
Well, that's an easy question to answer.
Shaking her head, the girl absently bites her lip, smoky grays peering up at the darkening skies above. A cloudy afternoon, the half-Spaniard also wonders if they'll get rained out.
Unlike Marisol, however, Iincyo wasn't roped into a Neo League Fight. She decided, if she was going to follow through with this. She would follow through completely. She had to test herself, and her own will, in order to make progress .. in order to help the students more than she would be.
Ayame's words and Mizuki's put her into such things.. even if they only promised more pain.
Arriving in time, Iincyo is just a slight bit late. She bikes from home, and the bike, blue in color, is tossed carefully near one of the camera's, set down nearby, after leaving a trail from the concrete. Really. Try biking in sand. It doesn't work.
Answers of 'Who would want to fight her' and 'the location', are rather simple to answer if you knew of who exactly was challenging Marisol. As she simply stands on the edge of the beach, nearby the sea, Marisol may notice someone padding through the sand towards her, shoes, gym shorts, a jacket and a white shirt.. she might even be recognizable. The Taiyo symbol on her shirt might help cement it.
"So you're Marisol, of Pacific High, right?" She stops, a ways from the ocean. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm glad you came as well. I hope the choice isn't poor for you. I figure it was close enough you wouldn't mind." What wind there is blows her hair, and the jacket that hangs off her.. and yet it doesn't fall off.
Slowly but surely, a tiny figure comes jogging into the girl's line of sight. The redhead doesn't say anything, or even presume; instead, she squints, trying to get a better picture of the gym shorts-clad girl that approaches her general area. At one point, as she notes the skinny bare legs and the tiny shorts, she has to wonder if maybe she's just some shore side jogger. Or maybe a relative of Preston's.
As the girl draws nearer, she shrugs that idea off. Too Asian, naturally.
When Iincyo finally comes to a stop, the girl folds her arms over her chest, peering down at the shorter girl. The Taiyo jacket is noted, but really - Marisol has absolutely no clue who this girl is.
But clearly Iincyo knows who she is.
"Yeah, that's me," the half-Spaniard girl replies, smirking lightly in response. "And don't worry about being late. I've got nothing better to do, so." Pausing, the girl shrugs her shoulders, eyes drawing shut as her grin broadens. Is the choice poor?
"Nah, convenient if anything. So you're right. I don't mind at all." Turning her back to the girl, Marisol paces away, giving Iincyo some distance before she plants a sneaker and turns, facing her once more. Still smiling, gray eyes half-lid in amusement.
"Since you went through all this trouble, you're welcome to start us out." Immediately after, the crew members of the Neo League begin rolling film, as the girls' fight...sort of begins.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
She has to keep up on some 'attendance'. Sometimes to other schools as well, if only because they are the more notable students. Marisol, thankfully, seems nice enough, and decides to give some distance before starting. Chairperson doesn't move as Marisol does, turning to face her. Iincyo's smiling, if only a light smile. Her hands stay crossed infront of her.
"That's good. I had to take care of something in Taiyo, and then home. It was on the way." She comments, the rolling of the film catching her attention. Marisol doesn't seem to want to start them off. Taiyo High's Chairperson falls back into a stance herself, looking on to Marisol. "I should introduce myself as well.. my name is Chairperson, of Taiyo High." Oh what a name. But it's all that she gives.. Iincyo's just the word for chairperson after all!
"I'm hoping this will be a very informative fight as well.. and maybe someone will enjoy it as well." The smile widens a bit. "Don't go easy either.. someone did that already." She concludes those words, and her stance moves forwards, kicking off as she goes, leaping towards Marisol in the sand.
And the fight begins. But with something .. a bit different. As her hair trails behind her, with the jacket, Iincyo kicks up sand with her motions, towards the Spaniard girl, if only by half. But when she gets in close.. she makes a grab for her hand, and spins around her, aiming to grab her body.
... And then heft her up, before leaping a bit up and .. spin towards the ground?
"I call this .. The screwdriver... !" She tries to comment through it.
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Iincyo's Tornado DDT.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
"Your name is Chairperson?" the girl wonders, sounding entirely bemused by the revelation. How awkward for the girl. Did her parents name her that, or is it some clever, mysterious name she has assumed for the sake of preserving her identity? The world...may never know. But, hey. To each his or her own.
Marisol just smiles and tips her head lightly in a tiny nod.
"Alright then. And, well, you know who I am, so there's no need for me to introduce myself." A light laugh follows, as the girl's arms lift, hands curling into loose fists. "You're looking for an informative fight? Well...that's no fun for me!" Her feet drift apart, shoulders squared as she observes the gym shorts-clad girl.
"A girl needs her secrets, after all."
A moment later Iincyo is springing into action, lashing a hand out for Marisol's own. In response Marisol pushes off her feet, putting distance between her body and Iincyo as the Taiyo girl tries to grab her and take her for a painful trip. "I don't feel like dancin'!" the girl sings, oddly enough. Planting a foot immediately after, the redhead lunges toward Iincyo, to deliver a one-two punch at the girl's face.
"No sir, no dancin' today!" she sing-songly concludes, grinning wolfishly.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Iincyo with Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Iincyo
And then Marisol pushes off, distance put, Iincyo has given far too much effort into her motion.. Marisol seems oddly happy for just how things are going, a foot is planted, and lunging forwards still, well.. Marisol's fist slams straight into Iincyo. Both connect, solidly, Iincyo being pushed back from the first, and then tossed back from the second, slamming into the sand and throwing some about. She doesn't move immediately.
The Neo League members somewhat stare. Was this .. not the girl?
But eventually she gets back to her feet.. Staggering back and forth. "Hah... Well. I'm sorry about ... not making it what you want then." She looks pained. Very pained.. "I .. I guess no dancing today. Right.." She somewhat smiles, before shaking her head and coughs, catching her breathe.
She'll be in a bit better shape after this. Maybe able to change something. But so far.. she tripped up .. and so soon.
"I'm not sure what kind of dancing you mean, either?" She asks, rubbing her face, falling back into somewhat of a stance. "I can't help it that I like things to be able to help others, or maybe interest them, to a bit.. I take so much time dealing with others. It's a bit natural. So I'm sorry."
COMBATSYS: Iincyo gains composure.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Iincyo
The one-two lands, causing poor Iincyo to fall back and hit the ground with an explosion of sand around her skinny form. For a split-second, the girl wonders if, maybe, not holding back is the wrong way to go. The girl seemed to land pretty hard, Marisol privately muses, and she wonders there if she's going to even get back up after that.
"Uhm, are you okay?" she asks, just before Iincyo rises to her feet once more. A ghost of a smile edges over the girl's sun-kissed features, gray eyes alight as the girl replies. Marisol immediately shakes her head. "It's just a song," she explains, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"It's been in my head ALL damn day." Lips twitch, her smile broadening a bit before she shakes her head. "Don't apologize, either. Don't hold back, and don't say sorry, okay? There's nothing to apologize for, after all!"
The redhead then moves again, attempting to close in on Iincyo before she thrusts a fist forward, a straight jab aimed for the girl's face, followed by a cross punch immediately after! The Taiyo girl's had her breather - it's time to fight again!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Iincyo with Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Iincyo
"Oh. It might be a nice song." She comments, shaking her head a bit, getting back her balance. Marisol then shifts herself, Iincyo looking on, she blinks. Nothing to say sorry for? She's sure she'll find something. And her smile is gone as well. Don't hold back? "I .. I'm not." She comments.
It's a disheartening thing.
And then the redhead moves forwards, trying to punch her, a fist thrust forwards, a jab aimed for her face. Which strikes. The girl raises her arms, but it's hopeless, and her face is sent reeling backwards, before a strike against her form follows suit, tossing her backwards into the sand. She stays down.
But a bit more time passes before she rises. "Ngh...." Wincing, the frail girl gets to her feet, wobbling back and forth. "I .. guess I Should try harder. So maybe...This will work!" And slamming a foot against the ground, sand swallowing it up, she takes her time. A slow, slow combination towards Marisol.. but it's the best she could do. Really. "Rock Breaker Stance!"
Two palms are sent towards Marisol, in a single motion, before a foot whips out to catch her mid.
It's .. really easy to see. It's like she's reciting it from memory and not paying attention to where Marisol is.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Iincyo's Rock Breaker Stance.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Iincyo
That's not what she meant!
But by the time the girl argues otherwise, Marisol is making her move, delivering her twofold attack onto poor Iincyo. The girl flies again, hitting the ground with another thud, causing Marisol to plant her feet immediately after and keep herself from continuing forward. She doesn't press the girl - not yet, at least. She'll give her room to breathe again. But this lets her clarify.
"I didn't mean that," the half-Spaniard explains. "I'm just reminding you - don't hold back. I don't like fighting people who hesitate to punch me or kick me or blast me as hard as they can. It's no fun, and neither of us really gain any benefit from the fight." It makes sense to Marisol, her logic. She even nods once at her own words.
When Iincyo yells and makes her move at the girl, Marisol doesn't move. Instead, she holds her ground, as those two fists collide into her, followed by a foot that whips around and checks her. Oh yeah. That stung a bit, she decides, stumbling a few steps back as she groans. The girl can pack a punch.
Her grin broadens.
With one swift motion almost instantly afterwards, the girl drives into Iincyo. A straight punch, followed by a cross, similar as before - but with one key difference. After the cross punch both arms draw back and chamber at her sides, before igniting with yellow chi. Letting out a short but guttural yell, both chi-laced fists drive forward, to drive straight into the girl's chest, coupled with a sudden burst of that energy.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Iincyo with El Matador.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Iincyo
As Marisol takes the blows, it leaves Chairperson really open. Incredibly open. Infact, as Marisol dives forwards, a straight punch with a cross.. both strike. Chairperson cries out as the fist strikes again. She's helpless. She can't do anything to some of these seasoned fighters, she decides.
It's not so much as a decision, however, as a realization.
Both fists then slam into her, chi laced, the burst of energy and strength sending Iincyo once again flying from a clean hit. Sand is splayed everywhere as the girl once again is sent to the ground. It's almost pathetic. Her body hurts. Her limbs are already tired. And she's given everything she has. And what does she have to show for it?
Alot of pain. Alot of it. Is this really worth it?
Chairperson pushes herself to her feet once more, shaking her head, pulling out the cobwebs, and falling back into a stance again. Blood's been more than drawn. Marisol's strikes have pierced the skin, and there's a red splotch, growing, on her shirt. But she's standing. She hits hard. "Hah.. Well.. I .. I won't. You don't have to worry about that at least!"
But beating her to a pulp is something else entirely.
Her hair shudders, and her jacket billows, as she breathes in.. focusing. She'll need whatever energy she can muster soon. If she's going to put up any fight at all. "Not fun .. well I'm sorry.. It's never fun to me." She replies, a small smile.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo gathers her will.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Iincyo
Despite the thud and another puff of sand into the air as the Chairperson of Taiyo hits, Marisol holds her ground. Watching and waiting patiently for the black-haired girl to rise to her feet once more, the half-Spaniard spends a brief moment eyeing and assessing Iincyo's well-being. She looks like she's not doing so well. But...the girl told her not to hold back.
When the girl speaks, the redhead grins lightly. "Good, good," she replies, nodding her head once. "That's how I like it. Now."
Her feet part, shoulders squared and tense as she stands there, watching as the girl focuses inwardly. Is she biding her time? Very well. Marisol waits, listening as the girl explains herself.
"If it isn't fun, 'Chairperson,'" the half-Spaniard wonders aloud, to Iincyo. "Then why do you do it? Part of fighting is getting better and improving, yeah, but it's also because there's SOME sense of satisfaction and enjoyment in it. If you're not enjoying yourself, well."
The girl's features harden.
"You will keep holding yourself back."
But Marisol smiles, hands clenching tightly at chest level. "What IS your reason for fighting, anyway?" she asks, eyes intent on the girl's every move. Despite the conversation afoot, there's a sense of uncertainty brewing. What is the Chairperson planning..?
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Iincyo
Marisol .. congratulates her? She's doing horrible. The grin. Is she mocking her? Chairperson can't decide. "I.. don't think you'll get the fight you want." She comments, still keeping a straight face, before the stance ends. She .. just stood there? She finds after the physical test, there is the mental one.
Her eyes meet Marisol's as she wonders aloud, speaking to her. She's silent at first, her purple hair, dark purple hair, castling a blackish gleam.
Marisol wants an answer, and as she stops, clenching her hands, waiting for her, Chairperson walks towards Marisol. Her action is rather simple to look on, her muscles relaxed. Falling out of the stance completely, she's just walking towards Marisol, the Chairperson apparently dropping the fight. "My reason for fighting.. but You're part of the School system." She mentions. "Well.. I will have to tell you and recite it after all."
She stands close to Marisol, looking at her, without a single word.. she finally lashes out, a heel jammed towards the girl's leg, forcefully, as a light, barely noticeable, blue aura surrounds her. "I'll tell you then!" She suddenly 'flares' to life, as it were.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo successfully hits Marisol with Lecture Attack.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Iincyo
The kick is mainly to stun Marisol, and to give her time to belt out her heart.
Not Marisol's. Her own. "Even if it'll hold me back .. I'll go through the trouble." She exclaims, pulling back, slamming a palm, thrust for Marisol's chest. "My reason for fighting... It's because of the School Incident." She exclaims, looking at her, dead on. "My reason for fighting came from that..." She answers, kicking towards her chest, the blue glow on her still. It all might not hurt in the end. Not too badly. "I couldn't help. I could only watch as the others fight to protect the schools.. and yet I was the chairperson of Taiyo.. only able to watch!" She exclaims, twisting, shoving an elbow into Marisol's chest again.
"I don't like it ... I won't ever like it ... but to help those students.. I'll keep it up! I'll do whatever I have to do!"
Ending finally with a heavy kick to send her, hopefully, away for a moment. To breathe.
"I think you're wrong," Marisol quickly replies, "Every fight is a learning experience for me." Even the ones that she loses. She's a sore loser at times, but...well. She has to learn from her mistakes and get better for the long road ahead. But as the girl seems to muster up the courage to approach the half-Spaniard, the redhead looks mildly puzzled. Sadly, in that moment, she also lowers her guard a bit. This was, naturally, a mistake.
"Yeah, I am, but what does that--"
Almost suddenly she's kicked, the girl stunned as intended. And then it happens, a series of precise blows from this 'Chairperson' girl as she explains herself, and her reasons for fighting. Strike after strike, Marisol is caught in the flurry of blows before she's kicked and sent stumbling backwards, her feet failing her as she suddenly falls, hitting the sand with a muted thud.
The expression on the girl's face is priceless. Stunned, and pained, Marisol stares at the shorter girl in front of her. "So ...you fight for those reasons, but you don't want to?" With a grunt, the redhead gets up off her duff, giving her rear a patting down before she meets Iincyo's gaze, her gray eyes unfaltering.
"That's so dumb!" A laugh follows. But it isn't an insulting one.
"You should be having fun. You should be enjoying that!" Smirking broadly, Marisol's hands rest akimbo on her hips as she explains. "You get the chance to fight beside your friends, to learn with them and grow. How can that NOT be exciting? Rather than stand around with your thumb up your ass, you get to take part in something great. Sure, it might not be that Incident, but who is to say nothing like that won't happen again?"
Eyes narrow sharply. "And this time around you can make a difference, right?"
Without warning Marisol charges forward, a fist screaming for Iincyo's gut. "You can't help the students if you keep thinking like that!" If it should land, the half-Spaniard with grab her head, to deliver a swift kneejerk to her face as she pulls Iincyo downwards.
"Like I said, you only hinder yourself!" A shove back, followed by a vertical kick to her face follows.
"What are you afraid of, anyway??" Marisol wonders in the wake of it all.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Iincyo with Chain Reaction.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Iincyo
Marisol is sent back but .. Iincyo's too tired to keep it up. Breathing heavily, she breathes in and out.. looking down towards Marisol, as she grunts, getting up and looking at her.
And then Marisol laughs after she speaks.
Her gaze focuses more on Marisol, almost a bit of a glare. Fun .. having FUN!? Fighting, as she rests her hans on her hips. Thumb up her .. To Chairperson, it's not fun. It's not 'exciting'. It's nothing like that.. not to her. She's stunned by the idea.
"I'll be able to make a difference.. even if I don't like fighting!" Even if she hangs back when she should go out in a flurry. She's just weird like that, perhaps. And Marisol's right, of course, a fist heading towards her gut. Marisol hits head on, and Chairperson is bowled over, the kneejerk slamming into her face, pulled downwards, before being kicked up and away, sent flying once more and back.
She lays back against the sand, her hair blowing, what strands move over her lips.. which have some blood trailing down it now. She breathes in, hacking, coughing up some blood as she pulls herself up, trying to remain stable.. "I .. Don't want to let them down .. but that doesn't mean .. I have to sacrifice my beliefs about fighting!"
She stables herself. "I don't need to enjoy it ..I don't have to.. just because I want to help others.. I'd be no different than the others!"
COMBATSYS: Iincyo gains composure.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
Marisol does not immediately grace the Chairperson of Taiyo with a response; instead, she moves swiftly, assaulting the poor girl with a three-fold attack. She needs to make her move, THEN she'll explain herself, Marisol ultimately decides in that fateful moment. She clearly can't let her guard down around Iincyo. She learned that mistake.
When the girl hits the sand again, then and only then does Marisol breathe in deeply. "Perhaps. But it'll be harder for you, I think." Pursing her lips briefly, gray eyes wander to the skies above, as dark clouds begin to roll in from the sea, obscuring the afternoon sky overhead. "And really, why do you insist on saying that?"
Glancing back down, the girl offers a smirk. "If they're REALLY your friends, they wouldn't be let down, whether you chose to fight or not. So, I think," Tapping her chin lightly, the redhead's eyes wander back, towards the sea as she smiles further. "You're just denying the truth."
Turning to face Iincyo properly, Marisol lets her arms drop into stance, legs spread as she balances her weight. "There's no SHAME in enjoying fighting. To some it's a hobby. To others it's a way to relax. And to some it's something that gives them a goal. What makes you like 'the others' if you did enjoy it?"
Pause. "Head's up."
Suddenly blazing forth, Marisol closes in like a bullet on Iincyo. Four hook punches cut through the air as she zeroes in on the girl, to stun her. Should Marisol find success her fists still after the fourth, coiling back tightly as she breathes in deeply, centering her strength...before she lunges into the girl, to deliver a powerful, driving blow to the center of Chairperson's chest!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Iincyo with Atom Smasher.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Iincyo
It's just been a bad day for Iincyo.
And her showing was pathetic, at best.
"Because!" Iincyo calls. But in the end, Marisol just keeps saying that they wouldn't let her down. "It's not like that.. I chose to myself... but I don't like fighting all the same!" Denying the truth?
For Marisol to say that, Iincyo stares. No. She just doesn't like it.. if she has to stop fighting altogether to prove it.. she just might. But looking onto Marisol, Chairperson continues to watch. "There might not be for you.. but I don't like it. It's never going to change." She says, before heads up happens.
The bullet, for hook punches cut through the air. She's stuck. The fourth slams into chest, and Iincyo's eyes open wide. Marisol's arm, and maybe her face, gets a sudden red splattering as Iincyo coughs up blood, hacking, staggering backwards from the force.
Gasping for breathe, she finally finds it.. but collapses forwards. "T-The pain .. isn't .. so good either..." She comments, before drifting off, body hitting the sand hard.
Prone, too. She's not getting off, and she's bleeding badly. She's not a 'trained fighter' like all the rest. She's still new at this, to a way.
And it hurts. That's what she thinks when she falls out of it. She doesn't like fighting. And pain is sort of the reason why .. the other half is causing pain.
Not that she has to worry about the latter often.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Iincyo can no longer fight.
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It's a pity. There's a spirit there - so much of it, as far as Marisol can see. ..but she just keeps denying it all.
Frowning lightly, the girl moves, regardless of how Iincyo may retaliate against her. But her blows strike true, four hooks before she delivers a fierce straight punch to the girl's chest, launching her back. It draws blood from the Taiyo girl, but Marisol ...just holds her ground, arm outstretched as Iincyo staggers from the force before falling to her knees.
Gray eyes drift downwards, as Marisol eyes the dark-haired girl carefully. "Pain is good," she explains, features flat but stern. "It reminds you you're alive and not invincible. Well, some of us anyway."
The girl turns her back, fiery red locks cascading past her shoulders as Marisol turns her back to Taiyo's Chairperson. "I'm sorry I've hurt you. I didn't mean to cause you that pain you don't like. But I can't say I'm not disappointed." Glancing over a shoulder, the redhead offers a weak, lopsided smile.
"I was really hoping you'd realize that you've got the potential for something great. I still think you do. You've got the fighter's spirit...but you just keep holding yourself back. It's going to hinder you in the long run, I think."
And then, the girl goes quiet. Frowning, Marisol jogs to the nearest on-hand medic, asking for help for the poor Chairperson girl. She wonders if she overdid it - she probably DID. But the girl asked her not to hold back. Maybe, just maybe...she learned something?
Marisol can hope.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:26:47 02/24/2008 by Iincyo, and last modified on 11:41:21 02/25/2008.