Description: Malin hunts down Oswald to issue a challenge! But can she take down the shrewd gambler with bluster and attitude? Or will the gambler knock down Malin's house of cards? Epic Battle at Taiyo High! (Winner: Oswald)
When one would say it was an uncharacteristic display of concern for his opponent, one wouldn't be kidding. Oswald is here today on the sole guise of checking up on his last fight's quarry. Taiyo high is indeed famous for its wide array of fighters, he's faced off against many of them himself, however the dice are not rolling in Oswald's favor today...
"...she's not registered here?" the voice comes from within the office, grave and rather annoyed, "Someone has to be able to help me. She was gravely injured in a fight just the night before... hrm... my apologies. Please have a nice day."
"Maybe you should try Gedo High!" one of the staff within yells out as the door to the offices is opened to allow Oswald to step out. It would appear he's mistaken the school in which his last opponent was a member of - it was easy enough for him to pose as a law enforcement officer, or even someone from a protection bureau with his look and presence, getting information usually was a breeze. Well except today it appears.
"Cheh." He lets the air rush out of him in an open comment of disdain, "Rotten luck..."
And suddenly, Oswald's luck takes a turn for the worse! Because there comes the sound of running feet, and, quite suddenly, Malin rounds a corner, pursued by three men with video cameras. The girl is a little out of breath, but, that doesn't last more than a moment before she points her finger at the man, grinning brightly. "HAH! I knew my organization could be trusted!" She declares loudly, straightening up somewhat.
The girl widens her stance, and that grin takes on an even more cocky dimension to it. "YO! Buddy! Guess what? I'm Malin, and I'm going to kick your butt for the camera! That's right. Right here. Right now. You and me, lets go! Let's teach these kids a -real- lesson, right?"
She sounds... pretty confident, bouncing from foot to foot. And with the cameras on him (and the official NFL stamp on the side of those cameras) perhaps Oswald -didn't- really have much choice. He might not be expecting it, but that doesn't seem to be dissuading Malin from throwing down the gauntlet.
That is such a distinct sound, shoes on highly polished soft-tile floors. Halfway out of the door, Oswald's white eyebrows lower in a scowl. "...you have to be kidding." he growls in a tone so low it almost rumbles out of his body, "...what they hell are they thinking, scheduling me back to back?"
Cameras were there... opponent was obviously ready and energetic about it, and they even tracked him down when he was trying to be discreet. Teachers from within the staffroom are clamoring with obvious worry - a fight in this area would be very ... 'detrimental' to their productivity. But he had to have an out, this was his favourite suit! There must be a way for him to...
RIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~~~~~~~~~
Isn't that telltale? Like a match bell sounding off, the school's recess bell agrees with Malin and sends a tolling sound for the entire campus, filling the halls with students... all of which whom come to a distinct stop as they feel the tension building here.
"Malin." He says flatly, reaching up and taking his hat off his head, placing it daintily upon the top of a file cabinet, "Let's... not keep our audience waiting, right?" An with that the student body's suspicions are confirmed as shouts of 'FAITO FAITO!' slowly start taking the blocked hallways over, as he steps into the hall and slides the door closed behind him...
COMBATSYS: Oswald has started a fight here.
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Oswald 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Malin has joined the fight here.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Oswald
COMBATSYS: Oswald focuses on his next action.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Oswald
Malin smiles slightly at that, giving her opponent a short nod. "Works for me!" She declares over the clamor of the crowd, walking into the hallway after her opponent, "YO! Guys! Back it up a bit, huh? I don't want to hurt any of you lot by accident!" She shouts, and, well, at least a few people in the crowd have probably seen her recent fight. They can understand /why/ she's asking everyone to get back. Malin's techniques... rarely remain focused in any one area.
That said, she doesn't want to accidentally catch any of these guys whilst the teachers, at least, try and clear some room for the upcoming fight. Who had decided this was a good idea?
The girl who had thought this was a good idea shoots Oswald a bright smile, and reaches into her back pocket. "Okay old man, try to keep up, eh? I want this to look good. Me and my group have gotta send a good message, right?"
Without further ado, she brings her hand out of her pocket, and sends a spinning yoyo shooting towards Oswald. Harmless enough, you'd think... until vicious blades spring from the side of the toy, a buzzing saw sent hurtling through the air towards her opponent!
COMBATSYS: Oswald dodges Malin's Onigumo.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Oswald
'Try and keep up'
Something about that line always make him chuckle, even if politely. Overall, something about this mention of a 'group' strikes Oswald as odd. While it's very possible for fighters to have an ulterior motive to wanting to smash his face in, given the way he notoroiusly rigs bets for one, he doesn't often get the attention of a group 'en masse'.
"You'll find me..." He says with a short grunt of exertion as he ducks down and away from the spinning, bladed toy, "...to be adequate in speed!" And with that his arm comes up and taps the bridge of his hand to the string, giving it a hard twist, then a sudden pull to yank the girl towards him.
Just as his knee drives toward her...
COMBATSYS: Malin dodges Oswald's Strong Kick.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Oswald
Malin blinks slightly, the second she spots his hand grabbing the string, the girl simply gives a flick of her wrist, and though he does indeed yank the toy out of the air, that's all he's left holding. The girl lets out a 'phew!' and twists back a bit, her smile faltering for a moment, "Wow. For an old guy, you -are- pretty fast!" She comments, slipping her hand behind her again, she pulls a small knife from about her person, and steps forwards and to the side, trying to take advantage of the somewhat limited space as much as she could.
The girl stabs at him as she moves past, quick enough, hopefully, that she can get a little... poke at him before he can attempt to grab her in return. More to try and gauge his defenses than anything else- it was pretty rare people could just... get out the way of her little toys like that. Impressive, to say the least. Not that she'd let him know it!
COMBATSYS: Oswald fails to interrupt Weapon Jab from Malin with Medium Throw.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Oswald
Neo League certainly had its share of unique fighters. As he's left holding only the string and pulling air, he frowns a bit at the lack of result. At least he was complimented on it, and at least his opponent has the reflexes to anull the attempt at the knee.
"Hmn..." he remains mostly quiet as he shakes the string free from his hand, keeping his side toward Malin - favoring his left as she darts in to deliver that piercing jab. His hands reach out to grab her shoulders and twist her way, but his initiative to the throw doesn't match up to the speed of Malin's cut, as the kinfe drives in quite well, even if shallow, into his side.
The sharp pain makes him recoil - away from the throw attempt and a short distance away from the blade-happy girl. Back against the wall for a moment before he rolls along with, his hand comes up to check the tear in the suit. And boy does he ever /NOT/ look happy.
"WELL." He stars his phrase quite loudly this time, the bloodsmeared fingers clenching into a fist for a moment, "Seems one of us is faster, and it's not I." his eyes narrow a bit, chest puffing out a bit as he takes a deep breath, "Don't get cocky, little girl."
Malin, unfortunately, is not the most gracious person in the world. After the attack has found home, the knife is again squirreled away about her person, and she tosses him a wink. "Aw, don't get upset old guy!" She declares brightly, "After all. I'm Malin, right? They wouldn't hire me if I wasn't the best!" She grins, bowing low and blowing a kiss with one hand, whilst her right hand moves to her sock...
It's not that she's /trying/ to enrage Oswald. It's really not. It's just that there was a certain persona that she needed to maintain, and that meant she had to act as though she wasn't at all surprised she'd come off best in that encounter. Still. She's not actually stupid enough to want to risk getting close to the man. Somehow, the idea of giving Oswald the opportunity to get his hands on her... seemed like a very, very bad idea indeed.
Instead, she pulls a sharp metal knife from her boot, and uses the surroundings to her advantage. The girl, still bowed, quite suddenly lashes out with her hand, sending the weapon spinning through the air, not aimed at Oswald... but instead at a locker behind him. There would be a sharp /RING/ of metal against metal, and it'd ricochet, shooting for his back! At least... that was what she -hoped- would happen, as already she's rising and seeking to put a little more distance between herself and the unhappy fighter.
COMBATSYS: Oswald dodges Malin's Thrown Object.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Oswald
A once-furrowed brow quirks one above the other at the display of showmanship, blowing a kiss at him. Cute. Real cute. The shift to her boot was something he'd seen in the past many times - covert operations, bodyguards, agents and such always had a holdout or two 'just in case'. So the obvious, if quick motion brings his alertness to peak.
Clever idea... to make it ricochet... Oswald doesn't stay around to find out where it was to strike. Instead, he does a bit of improvisation on his own, sliding over to the side and planting his foot up against the low windowsil on the wall - and does a bit of a show of prestidigitation as well - giving his arm a quick flick toward Malin as her knife ricochets off the wall and plants harmlessly into the floor... as he sends a glossy, bladed card through the air as well...
COMBATSYS: Malin fails to slow Queen from Oswald with Onigumo.
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Malin 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Oswald
Malin blinks slightly as the man neatly evades her thrown knife. Geez. This guy -is- good! That much is becoming pretty clear! Still. She wasn't going to let something like that get her down! Instead, as the man throws a playing card at her, she tuts, "Oh come on!" She declares, her trademark Yoyo brought to bear against the incoming projectile... except, not. Too slow, Malin! Far too slow!
The girl looks pretty surprised as the yoyo tumbles out of the air, harmless, its string cut. She looks even more surprised when she suddenly becomes aware of something hot and wet welling up from her side. She looks behind her, and, yup. The playing card is lodged neatly in the window frame. And it's traveled nice and neatly through her side.
The girl lets out a surprised gasp, and falls to one knee, holding her side with one hand, the pain blossoming up now that she's aware that she's been cut. "G... geez... you -are- good..." She coughs, stunned.
A clean hit, so satisfying even if it was so violent. There's a part of him that likes being reminded that he can still swim with 'the younger fishes' as far as reactions and speed. Even though many outmatch him in speed, he did have experience. Ah, nostalgia.
"Hmh." The smile on his lips is small and muted, offering a little nod of his head, "And you..." He returns the compliment, if but a little shorter, "... are a worthy opponent."
The leg against the windowsil stays tensed, though his stance shifts a bit so that he's a bit more centered rather than leaning to the window itself. Another nod, this one more like a beckon as he simply waits, "And you." He repeats the start of his phrase, "...will show me more."
COMBATSYS: Oswald takes no action.
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Malin 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Oswald
The girl rises up slowly, perhaps a little hesitant, but when she has made sure that she's -not- going to be sliced in half, the girl straightens the rest of the way, and takes a deep breath. Pointing at Oswald across the distance, she puts her game face back on. Okay. That had hurt. Malin isn't stupid; she's -relatively- confident that she couldn't win this one. But. The cameras are still rolling, and that means she gives it her all. If her all isn't good enough? She at least does her best to go down kicking.
"Of course I'll show you more!" She declares, "I'm -Malin-. You think the people I'm working for employ amateurs? Dude. You are good. But you aren't /that/ good!"
And with that said, the girl reaches behind her, and draws out a long, thin knife. Apparently strapped to her back. She's surprisingly fast, literally leaping across the distance between herself and Oswald, the girls entire body arches, and that knife comes with her, aiming to draw its way across Oswald's center mass.
COMBATSYS: Oswald endures Malin's Suzume Bachi.
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Malin 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Oswald
It's a clash of heads now, as she draws that knife, Oswald's head turns a bit, but keeps his eyes on the quick little thing. Eyes narrowing as she leaps, he does the same, pushing off the wall with that tensed leg and literally, perhaps foolishly, diving into the strike...
"WE." His hands set upon her forearms as the blade digs in from the shoulder, tearing into the fine fabric of his oh-so-favourite suit.
"SHALL." he snarls as he fights through the pain of the blade drawing down across his chest, as his heel strikes the floor behind her, using that as his fulcrum, as he presses his weight into her now, fully accepting the ingress of her knife...
"SEE!" And now, one of her arms is released now that he knows she's not yet going anywhere, and a hand reaches to palm her face as she still moves to set foot on the ground from the leap - but if all goes according to Oswald's plan, foot won't be the first thing to settle upon the tiles; rather the back of her head as he pushes hard with the palming hand, moving to strike the ground with her skull...
COMBATSYS: Malin blocks Oswald's Medium Throw.
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Malin 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Oswald
Malin grunts lightly as she finds herself pushed down hard by Oswald, however, the girl doesn't allow him to slam her head into the floor. Rather, in a surprising display of agility, her hands come down hard and absorb the impact, shuddering up her light frame before she twists, and forces herself free. One might think that Malin, being the lighter and weaker of the pair, would use this opportunity to get out of there.
One would be wrong. Instead, she uses the momentum of the blocked throw, and -bounces- up from the floor, grabbing behind her as she does so.
What happens next... would likely surprise Oswald, if he wasn't aware of Malin's fighting style, her eyes are blazing fiercely as she grabs, and quite suddenly, the girl is wielding a sword.
"HAI! WE SHALL SEE, OLD MAN!"
And with that, the girl, as fast as she can, brings the weapon around -hard-. Aiming for nothing less than to cut Oswald in half. That, of course, was not likely to happen. But if nothing else, the girl could hope to force him -back- and try and reclaim some of the pace of this fight.
COMBATSYS: Oswald dodges Malin's Deep Strike.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Oswald
Where the /hell/ did that sword come from. For a moment, even this seasoned veteran of a fighter, the stone-cold gambler, the assassin, and a number of other titles that grace his name has to show a bit of surprise, both of the snow-white eyebrows raising, and having him peer over the frames of his glasses for that brief moment when the sword is unleashed.
"...oh hell..." he utters through the gasps of the crowd, whom open up much wider now at the unsheathing of the blade - there's rarely 'enough' room between a person weilding a sword and its intended victim. Oswald has an 'issue' with the idea of being cut in half, and as Malin dashes in for that sweeping cut, Oswald leaps aside from his semi-crouch from the throw, rather unceremoniously landing a bit off-center. At this position there's not much in the way of options, so his palms plant down under him, as his ankles move to snare her leg and knee, to try and interrupt her momentum...
COMBATSYS: Malin dodges Oswald's Quick Throw.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Oswald
However, Aidyn doesn't really feel that being grabbed by the man... is a good career move. Instead, as he grabs out at her legs, she hops up again, tumbling and diving away from him, and getting some more room between herself and her opponent. The sword is discarded- far too fiddly to fit something like that back in its concealed location- and instead, she reaches behind her, smiling slightly.
"Right, old guy, guess I better stop playing around, right? Time to get serious!" She declares, bringing her hands -forwards- quickly, she hurls a good dozen knives in one, smooth, quick motion. The weapons are, surprisingly, aimed with pretty serious talent behind them. She didn't want to risk hurting anyone she didn't intend to, after all. But still. With luck, that should hamper Oswald's ability to get out of the way! If she couldn't beat him with quality... quantity was a perfectly acceptable substitute!
COMBATSYS: Oswald catches Thrown Object from Malin with King.
- Power hit! -
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Oswald
It's a split second reaction to Malin's flurry of unleashed blades, and the reaction is ... bizarre. There's a flare of sheer, brief darkness as he gives a show of palm, the single card fluttering out upon the wind and apparantly the source of the blurring of light.
There's the sound of the knives hitting, many of them hitting upon the ground, but when that misty darkness subsides, Oswald is simply not there. There's a 'void' of blades in the center of the floor, an outline of embedded knives all around where he used to be... even going up to along the wall.
"A girl has many ways to hide things..." The Gambler's voice comes from a little distance down, and much to the crowd's gasps, Oswald is sitting upon the frame of the window, about fifteen feet down the hall. Almost immediately, the crowd disperses away from him as he lets the same knives Malin threw fall to the ground, one after the other, six in total - three from each hand. One may want to ask him just how he got from here to there so quickly.
"You are a most impressive opponent, Malin." He keeps his cool and debonair aura as he sets his feet upon the ground once more, slowly closing the gap between the two fighters now, in a slow, deliberate walk, "But I have an appointment to keep. Playtime has to end now..."
Malin blinks slightly, very confused as to what just happened. When she hears Oswald's voice, however, her mouth goes a little bit dry. Well. She hadn't expected -that-. The girl weighs up her options, and seems to reach a decision. Nodding slowly, she moves to walk towards Oswald, "Fair enough." She states, "If you've got an appointment to keep, I can understand that. You want to get this over with sooner rather than later. Well. It's been fun, old man, but, if you want to call it off... I'll accept a draw."
Her eyes twinkle, and she puts her hands behind her back, a soft smile playing on her lips as she sizes him up, stopping just a short distance away. In truth... she was more than a little intimidated by the way things were progressing. A draw was more than she could hope for. But she'd not let herself just give up on her second bout! That'd be humiliating, after all her talk of victory. Instead. She meets his eyes as best she can through those glasses, and does her best to project an aura of confidence.
Just ignore the blood trickling down her side.
COMBATSYS: Malin focuses on her next action.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Oswald
"Draw? No my dear..." he chuckles dryly, deeply as he comes to a stop as well, arms suddenly straightening downwards as his fingers flare out with cards pinched between, "...You deserve closer. A conclusion. I would be insulting you to simply walk away without giving you my best. I, like you..." he makes a slow, sweeping motion with his hand toward Malin - no attack from that motion anyhow, "... have a reputation to keep."
It's a short hop to put him into striking distance, as both arms come up above, and swoop down to do a double slash - in the form of an 'x' toward Malin as she scrutinizes him. "You put up a good fight! You deserve the same!"
COMBATSYS: Malin dodges Oswald's Spade.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Oswald
Malin curses mentally as he turns down her offer of a draw. But. Such was to be expected. She wouldn't accept a draw in his position, why should she expect him to give her one? No. She was going to have to give this her all. And that meant... stepping things up a notch. Which she proceeds to do. As the attack comes shooting in for her, Malin dives forwards, rolling underneath the attack, and drawing out two familiar items. Long cylinders, tipped with vicious bronze spikes.
She doesn't even rise. Instead, she attempts to stab out at his legs as she comes past, and deliver a vicious, shocking -jolt- of electrical power.
COMBATSYS: Oswald endures Malin's Electric Prod!!
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Oswald
He expected a shot to the torso from the prod... but instead the zap strikes his leg. There's a harsh, and very /loud/ roar of pain that shudders out of him as the prod finds its target, making him falter severly in his steps. Down to his opposite knee, the breath seems strewed from his lungs as he has a moment of difficulty getting himself back up. "Ahh!!" He yells in a moment of venting frustrations, and if she were to look into his eyes, her gaze would be met with one of unmitigated fury.
A fury that flares up, and dissipates just ask quick as he almost seems to feed on it, bleeding it of its consuming energy to fuel his drive forward. It's a hobbled step from the semiparalysed leg, but he does not relent, drawing and arm down and forward first, then doing an inside-to-outside strike with the sharpened corner of the card, aiming to return the favor to the young girl's leg just as much as she assulted his.
COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Malin with Fierce Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Malin 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Oswald
The girl cries out in pain as the attack slices -deep- into her leg. She didn't see it coming, and despite the girls best attempts to get out of there, the blow cuts /nastily/ into her leg. She... couldn't think of a time she had been hurt as badly by a single move. This man... he was the real deal! She couldn't really hope to keep up, not in reality. She was... fighting a losing battle, here. And, running out of options, the girl does the only thing she can think to do... she forces herself to stand up, and takes a deep, shuddering breath, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the girl forces herself to smile against the pain, and points to the camera.
"YO! Viewers at home, you better watch this next one real close... this guys good, but, he ain't got nothin' on Malin, right?!" It... sounds just a little bit frantic. She was more trying to reassure -herself- of this fact than convince anyone else.
Tenderly, she tests her leg. Dear lord... it felt like it might give out at any moment. She was really going to have to make this next one count. Trying to ignore the way blood is streaming down her injured leg, she points again at Oswald, "You ready for this, big guy? You... you won't be getting up from this one!"
COMBATSYS: Malin gains composure.
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Malin 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Oswald
"Hmh!" He huffs out as the hand that held the offending card sweeps up in followthrough with the attack, releasing the card so that it strikes into the ceiling tile and stick there. It's no nomral card, not a number... not a trump...
...no, far worse...
Malin tests her leg, and Oswald stays still, giving her time to take her breather, and make sure he's not going to cripple the girl. Good opponents were rare. Far too rare to just evicerate and give carreer-ending injuries to all of them. Doing so would be bad for his name, and bad for karma overall.
"I am ready." He grins as he rolls his right shoulder once to give it a little 'pop', bringing his arms before him in a sort of obscuring gesture. And then that light-eating pulse of darkness grips his hands for a brief moment as it flows into the once shiny cardsin his left hand, turning them into a matte, absorbing black....
Almost like he hovers over the floor by an inch, his free right hand is outstretched to Malin as he rushes in....
COMBATSYS: Malin blocks Oswald's Joker'.
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Malin 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Oswald
Unsuccessful? No, he wasn't going to stop there. The hand palms at the nape of Malin's chest, up near the center of the collarbones, shoving her up against the wall... just as the left hand flicks down twice, sending dart-like cards down to pin her baggy shin-socks to the ground. Best to keep her from being mobile.
A short somersault-hop back and he unleashes the cumulated fury that was pent up within, as his arms move faster than most sight, the only visible effect are the long arcing glints of light from the cards as they are whipped about and through the air... all 52 in a deck and one... as he jumps up to retrieve the card he discarded a moment ago in the ceiling, the Joker, and flicks it down toward the pinned girl...
Malin, however, doesn't feel like letting herself get struck full on by another of those terrifying cards. And never one to put fashion before, well, survival, she rips herself free from the wall, leaving her beloved leg warmers behind, and -dives- with her hands over her head. The cards whip about her, and of course, she's already pretty hurt just from being slammed up against the wall. That disturbingly black card slices across her back as she rolls, but, its not a clean hit... and though she was rapidly running out of steam, she's got enough left in her to give it her best!
Before Oswald has even landed, most likely, she is rising. And its time for her trademark maneuver. She springs up, and, well, if the sword was impressive... this is mind-blowing. Because from /somewhere/ in that skimpy costume, Malin has produced a -massive- mallet, which she swings with devastating force. Aiming to smash into Oswald's mid-section, and send him bouncing off the wall to the floor below.
After which, Malin shall land, crouched, bleeding, and out of breath. "G... geez, old man, I thought -I- knew some pretty darn good card tricks..."
COMBATSYS: Malin successfully hits Oswald with Tsuzuchi.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Oswald
He was agile, but in the air, there's not much he can do as Malin gets up faster than his slowed descent can muster, watching as that dimensional hammer just whips up out of nowhere...
"Oh... my..."
The hammer bats him clean and swift into the wall, and while the first impact is expected, he does not bounce as one would expect. Instead, his back smashes into the small bridge of walls between two windows and punishingly crushes the drywall covered concrete, semi-embedding himself into it. And at first he doesn't seem to be moving much.
Then there's a hiss of an inhale from the man as he breathes in hard through clenched teeth. The sound of little pieces of sheet rock separating and falling to the ground sounds off just before his feet find the floor, and it takes him a moment to straighten - and it's not a full stand either. One arm is bent over his chest, clutching it defensively, as his face is taken by a sneer.
"...well done, lass." He growls as he takes a slow and deep breath, wincing as he does... busted rib? Probably. But he still had life in him left. Fighting through the pain once more, he dashes forth, though not as quick as before - the fight having taken toll on him, but he closes the distance quickly nonetheless, as he brings his leg up for a roundhouse kick - aiming for the head...
COMBATSYS: Malin dodges Oswald's Strong Kick.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Oswald
Malin grits her teeth as Oswald rises up from the floor. She... had really hoped that would have put him down for good. But, it seems, it isn't to be. The girl is shaking somewhat as he approaches her. She was... barely able to stand. But. If there is one thing Malin is all about, it's appearances. She -can't- let the cameras see that she's slowing down. She has to make this good!
The blow comes shooting in at her head, and she twists down, letting it glide over her. Her hand slips behind her back for a moment, and suddenly, that familiar yoyo is shooting out at him...
Only its -not- the same yoyo. This time, twin sets of wicked blades spring from the buzzing toy, at such a close range, it'd be difficult to get out the way in time, as she seeks to carve it right the way across Oswald's chest.
COMBATSYS: Oswald fails to interrupt Short Onigumo from Malin with Quick Throw.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Oswald
The kick sails wide and Oswald's body twists with even as Malin slips around to whip that yoyo around. For a moment, Oswald had the perfect idea of what to do, but his own stunned leg doesn't cooperate and the Onigumo makes quick work of his suit, leaving most of it in tatters and exposing parts of his sliced flesh and neat red shirt. Rather, what was left of it.
That one hurt, and much in the same place where the hammer hit, adding injury to injury - but at least no insult. He did that to himself with that failed attempt at ending the fight early. If his shirt were not already red, it would be evident he's bleeding into it, quite well at that, as droplets fall into the fabric of the suit and at times upon the hallway floor...
There's a pause from him, and his lips turn into a smile, a controlled yet wild one, with an eerie and deep laugh that goes along with. "Ahhh Malin.... I shouldn't have counted you out so quick." He admits as he lets himself drop into his ready stance once more, shoulders heaving a little harder from exertion, "You surprise me more and more..."
Malin is breathing heavily as she lands. The girl was exhausted, and entirely unconfident about how much longer she could hope to pull this off. But. Given her available options, she decides it is far better to go out with a fight. Her body burnt with pain. She was exhausted, and she'd lost far too much blood. But she wasn't giving up. She straightens, spitting briefly over to the side. "You're pretty... good yourself, for an old guy." She says, a tired smile on her lips, "Alright, buddy. Playtimes over, right? Time to get serious!"
And in an instant she has lunged forwards, a sharp, long knife in hand, she twists, catapulting herself at the man in an incredible athletic display- somewhat shakier than the first time she had done it, due to her exhaustion- but nonetheless an impressive display of speed as she brings that knife across, again, at his chest.
COMBATSYS: Malin successfully hits Oswald with Suzume Bachi.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Oswald
Malin is not the only one breathing heavy. Getting to the point where bodies no longer want to react to their keeper's commands. Enough that when Malin leaps at him once more, he moves to dodge, but he hesitates, this time quite a bit, far too much to truly be able to get out of the way of her rapid attack...
Again to the chest. A third, good slash to his body makes him shudder and his knees buckle, but this time he keeps his groan fully internalized. This was getting a bit out of hand, he could actually lose to this girl? It wasn't meant to insult her with such a thought, but more to himself - could he truly have misjudged his opponent by so much? No, he had to punctuate the fight with a boldfaced period, it was time to cut the agile beast's legs from under her.
The slash hits in, and once the blade clears, he returns the favor with a shallow and sweeping cut brought from a card edge pinched between index and thumb. This one goes toward the thigh opposite the one the fierce cut from before landed upon - looking to immobilize the girl...
COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Malin with Weapon Jab.
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Malin 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Oswald
For Malin, it is almost like time has slowed down. She realizes his intent almost before he actually begins to move on it- what would she do, in his position? It was pretty clear.
Still. She does everything she can to get out of the way, but its far too little, far too late. Oswald proves to be faster than her, and when she hits the ground, it is with the kind of *THUMP* that implies... finality.
But when has Malin ever let appearances prove to be reality? "Good... job. Old man!" She coughs, throwing her hand forward one last time. It's a desperate move, that same, familiar toy she had used throughout the fight shoots from her outstretched palm, with all the might she can muster behind it... but... it's a little sad.
Because, hit or miss, the toy would stop on its string, jolting to a halt, and clattering to the floor as Malin herself hits the deck, her wounds finally taking their toll.
COMBATSYS: Malin can no longer fight.
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Oswald 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Oswald dodges Malin's Onigumo.
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Oswald 0/-------/--=====|
He was almost /happy/ when she fell to the ground. The surprising burst of skill passed the fight's middle ground caught him off guard... but thankfully that final breath of an attack from the Yoyo didn't.
As it sails up from the young girl's lurching hand, he steps aside with a twist, barely deflecting it with his shoulder, and rather ungraciously smacking into the wall along with his evasion. Elbow propped against a bristol board, papers rustling and pinching up as he uses it for support, he brings the back of his arm up over his mouth to wipe some blood away. "Fair play, little girl. No slouch of a fighter ye'self are you?" he lets his accent slip a bit as he stays hand-upon-wall, moving toward the camera crew - and through them - now that the fight was done for. Time to heal up...
COMBATSYS: Oswald has ended the fight here.
Log created on 14:25:11 03/05/2008 by Malin, and last modified on 20:28:17 03/05/2008.