Description: Zaki's out on the town in the afternoon, avoiding the stuffy and restrictive halls of Seijyun Girls' Academy when she comes across a fellow rebellious teenager-- Pacific High's own Marisol O'Connell. When two angry teenagers are standing in each other's way and won't move for the other, what do you think happens?
With one last tell-tale chime, school is no longer in session for today.
As such, Pacific High - like any other school in the city - lets loose its student body, numerous young men and women clad in blue blazers and white slacks and skirts exiting through the campus gates. A flood of human bodies, the students exit, congesting the sidewalks as each student goes to...well, wherever the hell they happen to go after classes.
But soon enough the crowds begin to die down, and as result makes it easier for other students to leave campus with relative ease. One such student is Marisol O'Connell, a spirited and bold young woman of odd descent. For once she wears the school's stuffy uniform, though today she has since cast off the navy blue blazer, slung over one shoulder as she takes her leave of campus. In her company are three young women: a pigtailed brunette, a stern-faced dark-haired girl, and a curly-locked blonde, who chat amongst themselves.
"So where are we eating?" Marisol pipes up, cutting the blonde off as she chats away with the brunette. Her response is mildly baffled, eyes wide before she shrugs her shoulders. The tiny brunette shakes her head as well, uncertain.
"Well," the black-haired girl begins, speaking with a patient tone. "I'd like a bowl of ramen."
"Okay, ramen it is," the half-Spaniard redhead declares as her arm moves, shifting the slung blazer from one shoulder to over the next. What a boring day for Marisol!
Ah, to be this far out from the stifling confines of what is effectively a glorified boarding school.
Sneaking out, jumping the wall, smacking one of the gate guards around-- whatever it was that the redheaded Japanese girl did, it manged to get her off the grounds of Seijyun Academy and back into the more familiar, more comfortable urban surroundings of Southtown.
Aoi Himezaki tires easily and often of the school and the grand majority of the student body, storming off on her own to find a place to relax, even dig out a cellphone and call one of her inner circle from the Ladies Team.
But there the masked girl is, striding down the street with a stern gaze-- and right toward a small cluster of Pacific High students. Instinctively, her eyes hood halfway with a harsh stare... and her course doesn't alter in the slightest. No, she doesn't move out of the way for others, others move out of the way for -her-. The chain around her neck rattles with each step, the ringing sending a clear signal that she's on her way.
More appropriately, trouble is on the way.
It's hard to ignore someone as gaudily dressed as Aoi Himezaki, especially when she's out of her natural environs, walking in the middle of downtown Southtown. Some people notice her, but they don't stare - not when the girl looks so intimidating. And that mask...
Some people avert their eyes. Others stare, like Marisol.
Perhaps any other day, the paths of Aoi 'Zaki' Himezaki would not cross, but today it would seem they are destined to do precisely that. Where her path does not change course there on the sidewalk, neither does Marisol's; the redheaded Pacific girl just keeps walking forward. But behind her the other girls falter in their step, stepping back a few paces before the brunette just moves aside, off the sidewalk.
"Oh lord," the black-haired girl groans aloud, shaking her long black mane in disappointment.
"Not again."
Meanwhile, Marisol keeps moving forward, flat-sole white pumps clicking quietly against the pavement. But as she draws within a few feet of Zaki, the half-Spaniard girl's feet begin to pause. She stands her ground, which unfortunately happens to be right in the other girl's way. The girl...ain't budging.
But she smiles, a particularly confident and perhaps unfriendly sort of gesture that likely gives off all the wrong signals to this other girl - and that is precisely what Marisol wants.
"Well now." Lifting her chin a bit, Marisol's gray eyes hood in amusement. "It seems we have a problem, doesn't it? You're in my way, and I'm in yours." Trouble may be on the way, but Marisol dives head-first into it.
"Honestly I don't feel like movin', either." Marisol tosses her coat aside to the ground before her hands lift, resting comfortably on her hips as she smirks. "What about you?"
Though they're about even in height, the heeled boots worn by the likes of Aoi Himezaki give her just a slight boost-- accompanied by her attitude, the slight lift to her chin as she stares at the other redhead where she walks, stands-- and now where Zaki stands, glaring at the Pacific girl intently. Yep, they've got quite the problem on their hands. At least this girl's friends had the right idea, getting the Hell out of the way. Be it because they were expecting a fight or they knew something bad was going to happen-- who knows, to her?
Still, Zaki's jaw shifts, the leather mask on her face moving only slightly with her change of expression. Though muffled the slightest, her voice is clear, strong, and surprisingly confident: "Yeah, I guess you are."
And she isn't gonna move.
With the coat tossed aside, it gives Zaki a pretty clear indication that this girl's going to start some trouble, and what sort... well, who knows? Still, the factor and power of intimidation is something that the Seijyun chainslinger knows well.
So with a distinct hiss of steel links dropping out of her right sleeve, Zaki is suddenly holding a good three and a half feet of industrial-quality chain.
"I think you need to get the Hell out of my way before you get hurt, little girl."
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Marisol harbors no fear or concern in her eyes for what this redheaded masked weirdo from Seijyun High is capable of. If anything, her rebellious appearance and intimidating demeanor are only encouragement to provoke her if possible. A little fight never hurt anyone, right?
If a fight happens, well. Hey, it's training.
Gray eyes stir, moving from Zaki's blue gaze and downwards, particularly on that length of thick chain that suddenly unfurls down her arm and coils lightly at the ground by her feet. And upon inspecting this sudden and particularly savage weapon produce, Marisol's features light up, but not with fear, or even concern.
No, she grins.
"'Little girl?' Ha ha, what's the matter with your eyes?" Leaning forward ever so discreetly, one hand frees from her hip, a finger extending to tap gingerly against the side of the half-Spaniard's temple. "There's nothing little about me, and I'm sure as hell not some 'girl.'" Smirking broadly, she stands upright once more, chest puffing up lightly as her hand returns to her hip.
"Yes, indeed. We DO have a problem. I ain't getting the hell outta your way, and you aren't getting the hell outta mine. So you know what?"
Marisol's fist moves, jerking savagely up from her side to deliver a blow to the other girl's stomach.
"I'll MOVE you out of my way!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Zaki has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zaki
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Zaki with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Zaki
Zaki finds herself curious now. The girl isn't backing down, she isn't trying to run away, and she's just... grinning. Then again, that could be taken as a -positive- sign. Moreso when Marisol swings-- and slams her fist into the redhead's stomach, brows run together and letting out a heavy grunt. Staggering a step back, her mask hides the horribly amused smile she has on her face-- the amusement likewise marked in her eyes. "Oh, now you're going to get it, chump."
Her right arm pulls back, her wrist twisting as the chain in her grasp starts to twirl around, foreswinging it in circles at her side. Once, twice-- and then her arm lashes forward, the chain launching ahead to slam into Marisol-- more than that, to give her a hard shoving backwards as the excess length piles in behind it on impact. "HORA-!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Zaki's Hakai no Tessa.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Zaki
Clearly the feelings are mutual, evident by that glint of amusement in Zaki's eye. And her words - oh, indeed. Those are fighting words if ever she's heard any. Grinning more than ever, Marisol's body tenses, arms flexed and legs tight as she feels the urge rise, her enthusiasm barely contained. She will hit this girl, and part of her knows very well this weird mask-girl will hit her BACK.
And she moves, driving a hard fist into the other redhead's stomach. The other girl retaliates, swinging the heavy chain before she lashes it outwards, right for Marisol. Immediately her arms rise and shield her from the blow, but not without consequence. It sends a painful shudder through her forearms, down her arms and through her chest. A heavy gasp follows.
"Ha ha," the girl begins, Marisol's gray eyes widening as she stares Zaki down. "Very good. Very GOOD!" she barks, before she slides in and, attempts to drive a swift blow right for the Seijyun girl's throat. "RAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Zaki blocks Marisol's Light Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Zaki
As well it should-- the pain's good, it builds character! And it teaches her that she's someone that you shouldn't mess with... at least, it should. Marisol's made from tougher stuff than others, made true as she holds her footing and even gets up the power to retaliate! As she slides in, Zaki shifts her stance a little bit, the chain around her neck rattling lightly. When the Pacific student swings, the Seijyun girl leans back and presents her left hand-- the impact slamming cleanly into the palm of her hand and keeping the fist from striking her turning neck at full force... and making sure she can still breathe afterward.
"Punchin' at flies?"
But then Zaki's fingers tighten, holding Marisol's fist tighter while her right hand flicks backward. Pushing off a step and whipping the chain at the Pacific girl's ankle, the length of steel tries to wrap around and hold tight, taut and leading back to the gloved hand of the gang leader. Without a snarky comment or a catchphrase, Aoi simply -yanks- on her end, backward and up. Stronger than she looks and with a weapon like this, the intent is to rip Marisol right off her feet and wrench her snared leg upward... before trying to deposit the boxer harshly on the ground. ... And shaking her weapon loose, of course.
COMBATSYS: Zaki successfully hits Marisol with Chain Flip.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Zaki
The moment Marisol's hand meets Zaki's palm, the girl's expression is one of surprise. How..?
A scowl swiftly cuts over her full lips, gray eyes swiftly hooding in an expression of muted anger. Punching at flies? "Well, you're about as attractive as one," she retorts, eyes widening once more as a sudden smirk crosses her lips.
But a split-second later the girl is being whipped by the chain, the metal links snaking around a leg tightly. The half-Spaniard gripes in response, a growl of annoyance as Zaki hoists the chain upwards, drawing the girl off her feet before she's slammed fiercely into the ground. Exhaling loudly through her lips, Marisol's gray eyes shoot open before she groans in agony. Damn that hurt.
"Ha ha...ha."
Slowly does Marisol peel herself off the ground, hands curling and unfurling as she shakes her head lightly. "That was pretty good. I liked it. Show me SOME MORE!"
Jerking forward, the girl's fists clench tightly before they shoot out one after the other, a straight punch, followed by a cross. Both fists retract after, coiled at her sides before they ignite with brilliant yellow chi. Her body twists, both fists driving forward, to slam into Zaki's chest, coupled with an explosive burst of that dandelion-colored chi.
COMBATSYS: Zaki dodges Marisol's El Matador.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Zaki
Standing right where she is and towering-- sort of-- over Marisol, the chain shakes out into a tizzy at her side. Shifting her grip on the 'weapon', she gets a good length of it wrapped in her hand while she swings it around, making sure it won't go anywhere while she's stuck fighting the leader of the Pacific Resistance.
Hey wait.
"Do I know you?"
Damn televised matches. Too many rookies, too many hardcore fights. And show her more? Zaki's ready this time, pushing off on the toes of her boots and lunging off to Marisol's right. Leaning forward a little, Aoi smiles under her mask, her expression becoming absolutely devilish. "Y'have to try a little harder than that, missy."
Lunging from there, Zaki whips around in a tight circle, her right leg arcing high and straight. The heel of her boot comes down hard at the Pacific redhead, trying to smash her good with a rather mean-looking axe kick-- one intended to knock her back down to the ground. "EeeYAH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Kokou no Pride from Zaki with Snap Wind.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Zaki
Does she know her?
Despite the miss, Marisol lets her fists swing, but cease after the second punch. Damn tricky Seijyun girl. No bother though, as a grin cuts sharply over her sun-kissed features, as the girl's feet shift, assuming a defensive posture and stance.
"I dunno. Maybe?" Marisol ultimate replies, shoulders absently rolling. "Can't say you're familiar. Obviously from your dress - if that IS regulation school uniform - and the crest." A finger lifts, pointing at the girl's arm. "You're from that all-girls school." A pause follows.
"I'm so sorry for you."
But she tells her to 'try harder,' and Marisol is forced to smirk sharply, as Zaki lunges into motion.
"Tch, I'm just getting warmed UP!"
The other redhead's leg swings up, to deliver a harsh axe kick - and it lands! Sort of; a moment after her heel crashes harshly onto Marisol's skull with a thud, the girl bites down harsh onto her teeth and hisses in pain, eyes wide...before she lets loose a sudden and loud cry from her lips. "How's--"
Utilizing her close proximity, Marisol jerks an arm up and outwards, a punch delivered to the girl's masked face.
"THIS!?"
A moment after impact Marisol ducks and chambers her fist at her side before, in one swift motion upwards, drives an uppercut straight to the underneath of Zaki's jaw.
With the heel kick executed, Zaki's confident that nothing is going to stop her now-- not in the short term, at least. It isn't until Marisol's surprising effort and the fist cracking her right up the chin that she stops to consider this girl as a damn fine adversary. Guts, strength-- one hell of a punch!
Falling backwards, it's a little difficult to correct her angle into what she'd normally do-- attempt a handspring to her feet. Opting to take the drop to her back, Zaki's legs tense and her empty hand swings out to catch the ground, guide her fall into a half-rolling twist to reduce some of the damage. It also gives her a chance to get back to her feet a lot faster than it could take, the toes and heels of her boots making heavy click-claks while she gets back up to her feet. Looking over her shoulder, Zaki's eyes shift in subtle ways-- just getting a quick lay of the land, who's close and who's far. How much room does she have-- can she swing accurately. But then back to Marisol, her eyes drifting closed and her tone becoming somewhat tired and disgusted. "Feel sorry for Seijyo and their god damned moron staff."
And then she twists, arm reeling back and taking a massive swing. No simple limb snagging or tricks here, just an intent to crack the Pacific boxer with the hefty chain as hard as she can. "And go suck on this!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Zaki's Deep Strike.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Zaki
Zaki's recovery is quick - fast enough to impress the fiery boxer and draw a mildly bemused expression over her tanned face. And the moment the Seijyun girl is back on her feet, Marisol's lips pull back over pearly whites, her face alight with sheer delight. This wasn't some easy mess she got herself into - no way. This is a challenge.
And Marisol LIKES her challenges.
She also likes the girl's attitude. Her response draws a quick laugh from the girl, eyes narrowing as she observes the girl closely. "Feel sorry for the staff, huh? What's your beef?" she wonders, giving Zaki a brief looking-over, sizing the oddly-dressed redhead up. She certainly looks the 'rebellious student' part...
There's little time to truly think on it, as Zaki swings her arm savagely, intent on cracking the Pacific girl over her head with that industrial chain. Immediately Marisol weaves to one side, narrowly avoiding the swing before she belts a sudden bark of a laugh. "No thanks!"
With that the half-Spaniard girl weaves back into her original position, one arm lifted and chambered by her cheek defensively, as the other swings out wide, to strike Zaki across her masked mug with a vicious right hook.
COMBATSYS: Zaki endures Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Zaki
'No thanks!' the boxer yells, and narrowly steps out of the way of her lashing chain. The 'rebellious student' only narrows her eyes a bit as she does so, passively cursing her luck. But it's no problem, she'll have to go and adjust her tactics a bit! Marisol hits hard, after all, and hits fast, and... hits especially hard across the face! The sturdy fist of the Pacific Resistance leader racks across the jaw of Aoi Himezaki. But she seems almost ready for it...
Ready enough, in fact, that she rotates with the force applied to her jaw, twisting around hard to her own right. With her back turned at Marisol, her right hand snaps back and down low at her side-- and sends her chain screaming and sizzling along the ground with energy, kicking up sparks and making a combined rattling-hissing noise-- and all of it sent to slam into Marisol's feet. "And THIS!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Zaki's Dokuhebi no Tessa.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Zaki
There is definitely something very amiss as Marisol's hook makes purchase on Aoi's face. Frowning discreetly, the gesture passes easily enough, lips pulling into an amused smile as she watches the other young woman. There's obviously a good reason her hit landed as it did...
Clarity comes as the Seijyun student, with her back suddenly to the redhead, whips a hand out and launches the chain along the ground. Sparks fly, chains rattle like some iron serpent for the half-Spaniard girl's feet. The impact is harsh and meaty, a muted thud as the iron links crash into her bony legs, staggering Marisol and causing her to hiss in pain as sparks singe her bare flesh.
But Marisol preservers; pushing aside the pain and tingling in her lower extremities, she plows forward, leaping OVER the chains and attempting to, strangely enough, kick the girl in the gut. Should she make a solid connection, Marisol lands, fists suddenly flaring with chi as she drives a low body blow into Zaki, before delivering two chi-laced hooks right to the masked girl's face with a guttural yell.
COMBATSYS: Zaki blocks Marisol's Red Clover.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Zaki
The metal collision and the pain caused by them only brings a bit more focus to Zaki. All right, now that she's taken that hit, now she needs to--
Shi--
Continuing her twist after the throw of the chain, Marisol's kick cracks across Zaki's stomach, causing her to stagger backward and at a bit of an arc with the follow-through. But her forearms raise-- raise in a manner much like a trained boxer-- to soak the punches low, her fists pulling upward to continue taking the hits high.
In this position, Zaki's eyes narrow, taking a step back-- and glancing behind her.
All of the skipping and stepping, the rotating about-- it's about getting behind Marisol, reaching out to grab the Pacific girl by the shoulder, and giving her an impressively hard backhand... with the chain wrapped around her hand.
COMBATSYS: Zaki successfully hits Marisol with Gantsuke Hyakunijuu Percent.
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Marisol 1/=======/=======|-------\-------\0 Zaki
A stunning, mighty powerful backhand-- designed to introduce Marisol to a stunning world of pain-- all while Zaki takes a glance over her shoulder. "Oh yeah. You'll do."
Turning her attention back to Marisol, the cutting grin behind the Seijyun student's mask is almost visible from the shift of her cheeks and the lightening air around her, all too amused while she rears up her leg and kicks a leg out from under Marisol's body, following with a hard angry stop-- and another-- and another-- and ANOTHER-- each getting progressively harder and angrier, slamming into the boxer's stomach. Finally turning around, Zaki takes two steps and reaches out, grabbing one of Marisol's friends by their god damn Pacific uniform.
"Heh."
Dragging the poor girl along for the ride, Zaki uses Marisol's classmate like a massive cudgel, twisting around with an unheard of surge of strength and slamming her head-and-shoulders-first into the Pacific boxer!
Continuing the spin, Zaki releases the girl to let her go sprawling off back toward her friends-- and faces her opponent one more time, slinging her chain over her shoulder.
"Get the hell up already! C'MON!"
As Zaki shields herself from Marisol's chi-laced strikes, the girl finds herself...grinning. The girl is playing it safe here, cautiously approaching the girl, as opposed to reckless abandon. She's stubborn as a damn mule, and tenacious. She's still on her feet - and Marisol likes that. Because truly, this is a challenge, one she's determined to overcome.
She DID tell the girl she would move THROUGH her if need be. Marisol is determined to beat her.
When Zaki glares, the half-Spaniard girl just braces herself, waiting for the Seijyun girl to make her move. But she's caught off her guard, Zaki's movements faster than anticipated. Snared, she's backhanded ruthlessly, her head pitching to one side as a spray of red flies from her now-busted lip.
Dazed from the blow, the girl tries to stir from the ground, only to find a heavy boot of Zaki's slamming repeatedly into her body. The redhead at the Seijyun girl's mercy grunts and groans in response, jaw clenched tightly as she tries to endure the repeated strikes.
Reprieve comes, when Zaki grabs one of her classmates and, with an awful display of antisocial behavior, uses her as a cudgel and drives her into Marisol, causing the girl used as a weapon to scream before she's sent staggering back to her friends after the gesture. The half-Spaniard girl needs a moment, breathing heavily...
When Zaki barks, Marisol turns her head and spits blood, her uniform's blazer stained with hints of deep brown. Running a hand over her face, Marisol stumbles back onto her feet, shooting the other redhead a heated glare. Come on? Come ON?
"Careful what you WISH FOR! HIYAAAGH!"
Charging forward, the girl's hands ignite with that same dandelion-yellow chi from before, her fists as tight as ever as she attempts to open her assault with a fierce right hook at Zaki's face...
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Zaki with Cloud Nine.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Zaki
With one swift blow, Marisol's flaming fist makes contact.
But it doesn't end with one; oh no. Instead, the girl's fist swings again, a left hook from the other hand, and again with the right once more. And only after the three blows does the girl briefly pause, to snap a hand out and grab the Seijyun girl by her exaggerated coat collar, dragging her close briefly and sporting a bloody, toothy smile.
"Regretting it yet?" she asks. "What'd I tell you?"
She breathes in deeply, a swift and sharp breath over her busted lip before...she slams her forehead into Zaki's, giving her chest a harsh shove. And while the other girl recovers from the blow she drops low, fist igniting with energy - more than before - before she swings up with one harsh, unrelenting uppercut to the jaw.
"I said I'd go RIGHT THROUGH YOU!!"
With one swift blow, Zaki's head again whips to the side.
But she doesn't recover instantly this time-- Marisol's too fast and the hits are coming a little stronger than she had anticipated. First a nasty strike one way, then the other-- then dragged in close...! Her boots scuffle and scrape across the sidewalk while she staggers-- back toward Marisol's friends, even. She gives them no pause or regard, not especially while one more blazingly powerful fist rips up across her jaw that would knock most anyone right the hell off their feet and send them spitting blood into the sky.
But that's just not her way of doing things.
Though her head whips back that distance, railing away with a whiplash of her red ponytail, Zaki's legs spread farther to get a better balance, twisting around to face Marisol again with her chain whipping hard overhead-- and then launched straight forward to plow the Pacific girl in the chest as hard as she possibly can all at once, piling against her body and meant to sent her reeling to the ground..
"DON'T HAVE NO REGRETS!!"
COMBATSYS: Zaki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Zaki's Hakai no Tessa.
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With the final blow delivered, Marisol momentarily holds her pose, flames licking upwards from her fist toward the sky...before her hand opens and sharply closes, snuffing the flames out entirely with a hiss. Slowly, the half-Spaniard girl turns her head back over her shoulder, observing the Seijyun girl as she staggers backwards from Marisol, toward the girls she'd previously scared shitless. The blonde - who was used as a cudgel - shivers in fear, even screaming loudly as Zaki stumbles near them. The other girls huddle around her.
But Marisol's expression remains stern. Smirking broadly, the girl turns, facing the redhead with a savage expression, gray eyes wide with delight. In an instant the other girl throws her arm out, that god-awful chain suddenly launching itself forward with every intention of slamming into Marisol's chest. But rather than take it head on...
...Marisol swings an arm up and intercepts it on her forearm, the length wrapping tightly around her arm. Teeth clench painfully-tight as the other girl pulls, attempting to drag her to the ground. But Marisol is too stubborn; instead she offers resistance, the effort futile. Only when Zaki relents will the half-Spaniard girl swiftly attempt to uncoil the chain and let it fall to the ground.
"Ha...heh...ha ha..."
Bowing at the waist, Marisol bends forward and plants her hands on her knees, offering a winded, nigh-maniac laugh as she just desperately tries to recover from the fight and its toll on her. But Marisol is HAPPY. This fight was excellent. Amazing.
"Wonderful!!" the girl barks, shooting upright once more as she straightens her back.
"Ha ha ha!! Simply WONDERFUL! What is your name?"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
No-- go-- DOWN!!
This damned girl is a ss tubborn as a mule, stubborn as they come, she's got that much drilled into her head. But Aoi's much the same way, the way she walks, talks, and carries on with the chains she wears and wields as her weaponry. By rights, she should be falling over right now-- falling over and holding her head while the angels flit around her head playing godawful trumpets in her ears to make the ringing in her ears.
Slumped forward, with her chain-wielding hand on her crooked knee, Zaki continues to stare at Marisol.
"Heh ... heh heh... ha..."
-Forcing- herself to straighten back up despite the dizzniess, the pain, and the hot taste of blood in her mouth, pride and showing are two more things that are important to Zaki, the leader of the massive Ladies Team. Pride, keeping her from falling down... showing, to make sure others take note of her name and her tenacity.
"... Zaki. And you?"
Stubborn to the bitter end.
The girl refuses to oblige Zaki, instead resisting her attempts to drag the girl down face-first onto the concrete. Teeth clench, eyes narrow sharply as the half-Spaniard fights Zaki in a tug of war with her arm and the Seijyun girl's heavy chain. In the end, Marisol finds freedom, as the chain uncoils and falls to the ground at her feet.
Success.
"Z-zaki, eh?" the girl ultimately replies, after running the back of her sleeve over her bloody mouth. Her shirt's sleeve is ruined, but who cares? It's replaceable; memories like these are more important to Marisol, because it reminds her she needs to keep pushing herself, keep improving herself.
"The name is Marisol. P-pacific, obviously." A thumb jerks over her shoulder, in the direction of the school. Walking over, the girl offers a hand to the other young woman, despite the collective, frightened gasps of the three girls once in the half-Spaniard's company. Is that girl NUTS?
Of course she is.
"Nice to meet you, by the way." Cracked lips pull into a broad, toothy smile. "I like meeting strong people - and fighting them. And you are definitely strong. Seijyun High has yet to disappointment." Eyes hood, gray depths sharp as she looks Zaki right in the eye...before she grins broadly. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
Unfortunately for Zaki, that same pride and stubborness keeps her form being able to wipe away the blood like her opponent does, let it loose and show that she probably has at least a split lip, if she didn't bite her tongue. The hazards and roughness of wearing a mask-- one that makes her choke back the taste and swallow anyway with a bit of a tense face... but still wholly amused and pleased at the events that've happened here this afternoon.
Taking the length of her chain in both hands, she reels it up into a narrow coil and reaches into her self-styled uniform's coat. Wherever it's placed in the depths of her jacket, her hands emerge empty, and she gives a long, awkward stare at Marisol's hand. Even as much as she hates protocol, as much as she hates the way the rich do things, there's still a few minor imbalances rigidly ingrained in the back of her mind... like shaking hands, and bridging that gap to another person. Still, she reaches out and takes Marisol's hand with one of her own gloved hands, nodding and grinning under her mask-- and most importantly, meeting eyes with her Pacific aquaintance. "Yeah. Jump the wall whenever you want, I'll give you another good smack."
And then, with their initial places exchanged, with Marisol on the side she wanted to be on and Zaki on the side she wanted to be on, the redhead starts walking away, likely passing through or right by the likely-terrified girls accompanying their Spanish friend. She doesn't regard the blonde she used as a club at all, no thoughts or apologies.
'Cause apologizin' means you regretted it.
Log created on 16:59:37 03/03/2008 by Zaki, and last modified on 22:20:32 03/04/2008.