Description:
Seijyun Highschool was the home of only the elite. The cream of the crop. The purest and richest of blood called this place home, or at least something acceptable. Here at the dormitories, all the little boys and girls were all asleep, resting this late at witching. That is, if you believed the brochures. In reality, activity was always going on, if only in the shadows. However, not everyone knew about the secrets of the school. And some only knew it through the brochures.
The masked man moved swiftly, silently from the window to the bottom floor. Security was tight. Choi knew this. However, compromising security was not that hard for the criminal. Being small helped, and lock picking helped more. Clenching a medium-sized bag in his teeth, he knew his target. Slipping through the shadows across the lobby, he kept an eye open for 'laundry.' There had to be a chute, or anything. The Korean shook his head. Nothing would stop him from his divine mission.
He would have their panties.
Sada Asai has many jobs here and many duties as part of her purpose as a servant of the Darkside Servant Council. Not servant - member! Just a junior member, for now. That is why she's coming back into the dormitories after curfew -- she even has a permit.
And something tells her as she comes into the lobby that something is weird. She pauses, the key to the door in her hand, and looks around, listening carefully. The 'instrument case' in her left hand rattles a bit, almost ominously.
"Is someone there?" she calls into the dimness. "Whoever you are...!"
Choi stops breathing, and freezes in place. Oh dear. Someone was here. Still twisted in some strange drunken crane pose, he slowly shifts his eyes at wear the voice came from. It seemed like... some sort of servant. Squinting his eyes more, he sees that she is holding some sort of... vacuum cleaner. A scheme was forming in his mind. She would know where the panties were stored. These sort of workers dealt with undergarments all the time. And she would be jaded. Angry at the richer snots who treat her like dirt.
Choi suddenly shoots up the wall quietly, sending the sounds of rustling throughout the room. There is the obvious sounds of movement, but not clear where. The Korean really had this killer aura down. He normally did not get distracted, but he knew this gambit pay off. He would be dropping in on the servant girl soon. And he would make her an offer she could not refuse.
Sada's eyes flick to the side as something leaps and rustles. She looks left - then right - then back again. She raises that case - a vacuum cleaner? A briefcase? Something ominous? Geese Howard's soul? - up closer to her bosom, suddenly feeling a distinctly superstitious vibe in the back of her neck.
She breathes in then, and turns to step towards the door further inwards, pausing to drop the door key off at the front desk. (There's a handy little mail slot for just this purpose, done in ornate ironworking.)
"Must have been a rat," she says, before muttering to herself, "ew, I /hope/ it wasn't."
Oh, there is no argument, that this wasn't a rat. As she drops the key off, something fall from the ceiling. A rose-colored bag, marked with a large polyester heart. It smells strongly of pennies. And then, there was another rustle. Choi drops down from the ceiling, landing with a dull thump. Rising slowly up, he finally sees the girl up close.
Beads of sweat dripped from his face as he looked through the Burger King mask. Those legs. Those shoulders. She was built so powerfully. Choi rubs his hands together, letting it clank lightly. He was letting himself be heard now. Spreading his arms wide apart, he let his clawed hands reach outstretched, like a vampire seeking its prey. The Korean was moving in closer and closer, dangerously violating her personal space bubble with surprising speed. Grazing her shoulder lightly with a single clawed, he cooed out at her with the charm and grace of a serial killer. "Don't make a sound, little girl, and I won't have to kill you.... Hmmm?"
Many girls in this situation might faint, faint or squeal for help, or say something tearful and desperate. Perhaps they'd even beg, softly and quietly, while tears ran down their face.
Sada Asai feels the clawed hand on her shoulder and feels a momentary thrill of fear. However, between the conditioning of Kurow Kirishima, her own fighting experience, and sheer contrarian cussedness, she doesn't just scream or beg for her life. She shivers for a moment, hearing that whispering voice...
... before wheeling around suddenly, letting out an eerily deep roar of outrage as she swings that briefcase in a slashing arc upwards, towards the lurking menace! "ASSHOLE!" she shouts as she moves, that briefcase turning out to weigh about twenty pounds and possibly hurting bad if Choi can't hustle his way out of its deadly approach!
COMBATSYS: Sada has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sada
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Sada's Random Weapon.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sada
Well, Choi is a bit put off. Behind his Burger King mask, he is frowning. Naturally, the mask itself is locked in that bearded grin, eyes nothing but black sockets. He expected her to, you know, be scared. Instead, she was reacting like some crazy woman bent on defending herself! Choi gives a grunt of surprise when he ducks quickly, narrowly evading the nasty briefcase bash. "Whoa, hey Toots, could you keep it down? I am just here for a little, uh, laundry raid! You know, for, uh, a college fraternity thing." College Fraternity? Man, Choi has really let his cunning go to waste. What did he think this was? A Van Wilder movie?
Still squatting down, he suddenly leans back on his claws. "Listen Babe, could you just, uh, calm down for a MOMENT." He snaps, suddenly kicking out his leg out to trip the student. Choi was focused now. Nothing could keep his eyes off those legs.
COMBATSYS: Sada parries Choi's Light Kick!
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sada
Sada can smell garlic. What does - Oh no, the Burger King is attacking! She takes a half-step backwards, one hand rising upwards -- to catch that foot for a moment. Her eyes narrow then to thin slits, and she twists the briefcase around, tossing it up into the ceiling... then stabbing one hand up when it falls. It opens, spilling out a long chain and some things on it, which Sada catches and twists around, wrapping part of the kusarigama's length around her midsection.
"Calm down?!" she shouts, letting go to step back and twirl the weighted end of the chain at her side, building up velocity and incidentally crashing over a chair. "You're the one who's invading the sanctity of a girls' dormitory for your perverted ends! Take this - Burger King!!" And then she swings the spinning chain around, aiming to bind up one of Choi's arms -- ideally the one with a clawed hand on it! Which might, of course, be hard, it being both.
COMBATSYS: Choi parries Sada's Spinning The Kusari EX!
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Sada
While his kick being caught was a real shocker, Choi may have dropped crackers the moment when he realizes that it WASN'T A VACUUM CLEANER. He was having serious doubts that this was a servant. Or even a cleaning lady! The kusarigama made the Korean a little bit nervous. It was a giant chain weapon! Chains make frightening weapons. Choi considered how nasty Chang could be with his ball and chain. Man, he never wanted to be on the business end on that deal! On the other hand, the Korean couldn't help but stare at how the chain was wrapped around her. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.
Having enough difficulty not focusing on the nubile youth pinning him to the ground. Well, at least he imagined her pinning him to the ground. When the chain whipped around again to catch him, Choi had to use all of his strength not to be caught and bound by the strange student. Highschoolers. Choi just loved them.
Catching the chain in his own claws, he moves with the Kusarigama, rolling along the floor for a moment. There, he cried out in a semi-panicked manner. "Pervert? I am doing this for only the most pure of reasons!" And then, he shot up the chain himself, like a crazed spider monkey. Or a sloth on meth. In any case, the little death midget was already passed the chain, and leaping right at her face. Once, and if, he made contact, she would be introduced by an angry dwarf stabbing claws at her face and upper torso. But mostly the upper torso.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Zujou Sashi EX from Choi with Asai Harvester.
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Choi 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Sada
The chain is in use, yes, even held by Choi. But when he moves, it's fast and vicious. Of course, who else is fast and vicious? Sada Asai!
The power of her heritage flows MYSTERIOUSLY through her as she steps back, letting out a scornful laugh as the wooden training kama rises up, striking Choi midair at the wrist area and twisting him aside, sending his tender little Korean body to the ground with an audible thump!
Sada steps back, letting out a little 'ufufu' of victory that may be premature. "Tell me what THAT might be, and maybe I'll let you live for the police to haul away!" That was a pretty quick turnaround, wasn't it?
Choi's face ripping attack is suddenly and viciously turn away. Colliding into the ground, the poor Korean man lands face first. The Mask is cracked solidly, damaging it beyond repair. Choi rises up, clutching the mask face, holding together through sheer hand power. Staggering side to side, he faces the girl. With the other hand holding the Burger King together awkwardly, he points a defiant finger at Sada.
"Why? Why is what I am doing is so pure? Let me tell you. I am not a dirty old man, or a pervert. What I am doing is beyond the bounds of such selfish desires. These garments are rare relics in the realms of men, desired as currency to some, desserts to others."
"Pray, tell, the elderly man, long forgotten his youth, and so far gone he can't even remember what is was like. Lonely, forgotten, and unloved, what else can this man do but look at those he once called beautiful and try to reminence what they were. If they only had some sort of memonic, something to remind them of the feel of a girl, the scent of a lady, and the taste of a woman."
"Or the budding teenage boy, only just blooming into the fruit of masculinity. He does not know, but he desires. He wishes to know, but in the safety of his own home. He to know, and he needs some sort of object, some sort of tangible item to help him transition on to the glory that is what it is to be man."
"Or even the curious middle aged man, finding meaning in his life. He had lived through his days, and now has reached the level of unfufillment. He does not know what he has done with his life, and do not know what to do. And then, he has those urges, those dark, carnal urges flow through him. He wonders what it is like to feel pretty. To be like the woman he has lusted after. His wife knows, and locks the safe to her lingere. She is not afraid that he will leave him, only creeped out by his outsider thoughts and action, an outsider like you and me. He needs to find his release."
"I am doing a service for a these men. I am letting the old man remember, and feel. I am helping the young man learn and grow. And I am helping the middle aged man experience and give him a sense of belonging. I cannot, out of the goodness of my heart, allow these girls keep these treasures from the poor, needy men of the world. And since the feminine tyrants refuse to redistribute their sweet chacilces of lace..."
Choi releases his mask, revealing his gaunt face and dark sunglasses. From behind them, his eyes are apparently streaming with tears. Holding his clawed hands high in the air, he releases what could be considered a chi shout for all creepy men across the world.
"Then I will the one responsible to bring their panties to the masses!"
And with that in mind, the Korean Killer charges forward at our hero (?) as a drilling nightmare. Clawed hands out ahead of him, Choi was out for blood, glory.
And panties.
COMBATSYS: Sada dodges Choi's Houkou Tenkan.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Sada
At the end of Choi's speech, a bird chirps somewhere in the sudden, intense silence. Never mind that it's night outside; the bird was confused by a passing car. Sada stares dead ahead at the small Korean gnome. Her face is slowly curling up in a moue of disgust. And then he comes!!
Sada hits the ground, the flying little man hitting the doorways into the residential hallways and knocking them open. He'll likely take a tumble down the ways, but that's the price he pays for a lunge! At least it's easily recovered from.
Sada strides two steps into the hallway before whipping the weighted chain at Choi, aiming to catch him and bear him down with brutal force - "Oi! Who said you could go in there, you freak!? I don't care if those men need to use our underwear for their sick games... They should learn to go out with real girls, instead!!"
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Sada's Snare Whip.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Sada
Choi overwhelming energy seems to end up being directed at the door, instead of the girl. Darn. As he rolled across the ground down the hall, he perked up suddenly. With a few short sniffs, he realized where he was. Girl Country. Rubbing his hands together, he hears a light clink behind him.
With a leap to rival an Italian plumber, he latches on a wall for a moment. "Do you realize how hard it is for these guys to get girls!? Female undergarments acts as an acceptable go between!" He shouts, before leaping down to catch the weight. With a grunt, he snatches it, and attempts to hurl the weight right back at her. He had to figure this out. How could he begin his panty snatching right here, right now?
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Sada with Thrown Object.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Sada
Sada seems briefly confused, before TURNABOUT is proven to be not just in the court room! She is clocked in the head by her own kusari and staggers for a moment, letting out a growling noise that may be a cover for a swift breath inwards.
"Don't apologize for their perversion!" Sada screams, eyes narrowing as she tries to focus on the little figure nailed to the side of the wall by his own cussed claws. "If you're trying to make money that kind of a shameful way, maybe you should just -"
A horrified pause. "Your voice -- you aren't from Japan, are you?!"
COMBATSYS: Sada focuses on her next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Sada
Choi glares at the girl, and suddenly stands as straight as he can. The panty sale was a low-blow: what happened to donating panties to the public? But the real nasty strike was the 'not from Japan' line. Choi was hurt. Exclaiming bitterly, he points a single finger at her. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, toots? Am I not sounding as 'refined' as something from Japan? Or as BIG as someone from Japan? Is that it? I'm too SMALL to be from Japan?"
With that, he claps his hands together, and crack his knuckles. Fairly loudly, in fact. With a neck tilt to the left, then the right, he suddenly leaps to the wall again. He crosses over to the opposite wall, and when he begins to cross to the other wall, he suddenly begins to to spin like a tornado. His violent storm strains at the doors of the rooms. He begins to bounce off both walls, hoping to crash into Sada. Or at least make her skirt fly up. He LOVED with that happened.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan from Choi with Niitaka Yama Nobore.
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Sada is fueled by something more than passion now, something more than justice, something more than female fury. No, Sada is powered by the greatest force in Japanese culture -- /racism/.
"Iyaaaaaah!" she screams as that lunging tornado-like spin lunges towards her, the wind whipping underneath her longer sukeban-style skirt and hiking it up past her knees. But this wind is all that touches her, as the tight chain whips around, grabbing Choi at the midsection and sending him flung down against the carpeted floor. "You disgusting little Korean turd! What are you doing here?! Ugh!! I knew you would get up to something!" She doesn't follow up with a kick out of what appears to be nothing but sheer revulsion!
The dirty man is suddenly lifted up from his tornado frenzy, and slammed down. He bounces once, before somersaulting back towards the girl. Racism? Oh, come on now. His Korean senses were boiling over. How dare she pick on the Koreans! They were better than any, uh, Kyoto Princess. They beat them once before with Turtle Ships! Or something. Choi remembered something like that mentioned in school. Honestly, he gave most of his attention as a kid with the arts and crafts. Scissors were fun to play with!
Fuming, the Korea begins rolling. "Oh, you little witch!" He shouts, trying to get below her dress line. "By the time I'm through with the cutting, you'll be calling be a big turd! A GIANT TURD!" He pauses for a moment before trying to unleash a upwards slash of his clawed hand. "Uh, let me rephrase that."
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Sada with Power Strike.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Sada
And the KOREAN IS TRYING TO DESTROY HER CLOTHES AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH
Sada is suddenly leapt into, Choi getting all up in her business! That upward strike cleaves up through her blouse, carving into skin on its way up, letting cloth fall away - her bra is still attached, but only just, and she bleeds from the torn portions of her skin as she staggers back, eyes widening with fury.
"You're the tiniest goddamn turd in the world!" she shrieks, voice ringing in the hallway. She seems too incoherent to do more than that, and of course step forwards to swing back one leg in a grand arc, snapping it forwards to kick at Choi as he descends from his brutal skin-bareing attack!
COMBATSYS: Choi interrupts Heavy Kick from Sada with Hien Zan.
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Sada
The Korean shoots right up, slicing right through her sweet, soft clothing. And then, he sees... underwear? The Korean squeals in joy. As she brings her leg around for a powerful kick, Choi suddenly somersaults backwards kick her HIMSELF! Naturally, this has mixed results, as he is smashed into a hallway wall before land on his side. But his own strike made contact, at least. Staggering upwards, he crouches down, and unleashes a brief epitaph. "For your own rudeness, I will continue my panty raid, with only one variation..." He sticks his tongue out down to his chin, and makes a slurping noise as he bring it back into his mouth. "... I'll be stealing YOUR undergarments."
Her own underwear?! Sada is left with the sudden struggle to pull her dress down at the same time that Choi is vowing to steal her underwear and leave her goodies revealed. She's already bleeding! How can she overcome this difficulty!?
She takes a step back, hesitant, even staggering, her eyes narrowing as she resolves to sacrifice her own sensitivity in order to succeed in this mission (to beat up a Korean). "N, no, sir," she gasps, eyes wide as she starts breathing faster, either in terror or to try and recover a little bit of her strength. "Don't, don't do that, please --!"
Why haven't people come out of the rooms yet, anyway?
The answer is in the TV lounge on the third floor. 'Lost' is on.
COMBATSYS: Sada gains composure.
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The dirty Korean suddenly cackles, and rubs his hands together. "Oh yes, my pretty, we are going to make a little idol for you! I won't give your precious delicates away! I will keep them for myself." He suddenly pops off his hat, unleashing a wave of baldness across the hall. "I might even sew them inside the lining of my hat! That would be just..." He suddenly rolls the hat back on his head, and strikes a pose. "Peachy."
Choi suddenly spins in place, and adjusts his hat. He really was a smooth criminal. Crouching down again, he suddenly cackles loudly. "Now, my sweetie, let me have all those delicious clothing of yours!" And with that, he leaps claws first, ready to slice off the rest of those anti-naughty devices from her body with a drilling strike!
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Houkou Tenkan from Choi with Cut Trapped Grain.
- Power hit! -
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Sada's lip curls back. Just as planned.
Choi leaps towards her once more, only to fall for her /trap card/. Sada's kama rises up in a glinting motion, briefly catching the Korean man on it to stop his momentum against her arm. Then the kusari comes up, chain wrapping briefly around him. That's the part that doesn't hurt so much!
The part that hurts more is the series of brutal close-in swipes with the thankfully blunted scythe up against the trapped man's midsection before, with a contemptuous flourish, she flings Choi far away down the hallway, towards the trash cans in a little nook at the end! What's in those trashcans? NAMELESS MATERIALS.
Sada marches down the hallway afterwards, the ragged skirt trailing behind her. "Stupid... just like a criminal, or a Korean. You're assuming that just because I'm younger than you, I'm stupid... But I've seen your moves, now. You always dash in and attack from down low, because of your size... Right?"
The Korean falls for the trap card. After all, how could he resist a young submissive girl? It was all men his age's weakness. As he closes in with his spirally strike, his strike was blocked. But not for long, as the move was powered by hormones. He would have easily gone past the block. That is, if his spinning did not lead to how easily he is wrapped in chains.
Bound by the girl, he immediately begins to saw something vaguely sensual before he is shut up by a series of slashes in his OWN face and body. Grimacing, the finisher is the real kicker, as the fairly light man is hurled into the trash cans. Used caviar containers and Gold Poupon jars scatter across the floor on impact, leaving the old man strewn in funny angles in the pile of trash.
He slowly rises up, looking very staggered. He doesn't seem to have much fight left in him. The deep lacerations from the last combo were bleeding fresh, and now that he was really holding still, you could really appreciate the amount of black and blue spread across his limbs. He looks at the girl, adjusting his glasses. "Well, little girl. You would think that, now wouldn't you. But then again, if you were smart, you wouldn't acknowledge that you know a pattern. After all, anyone with half a sense would then realize they would just have to switch to one of their variable games."
He actually gives a short laugh, before coughing up several flecks of blood. "Look at you. You are a junior student, aren't you? You are cunning, yes, but what kind of confidence do you have? After all, do you really know what I am up to? How I seriously fight? Maybe I was just acting low to get a good grip on those legs and, well." He grins maliciously, showing a missing tooth amongst his perfect teeth. "The view is always impressive." He suddenly raises his arms above his head, and takes a deep breath. He slowly brings his clawed arms down in a traditional sitting stance, and looks at the girl, with a neutral look on his face. "Your move. If you think you can pull it off."
COMBATSYS: Choi gains composure.
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Hormone chi - is it a match for racism chi?
Sada's eyes narrow down to a little set of slits, before her lips draw back in a cruel smile. "Sure," she says. "You could try to change your game up. But I don't think you really have another game; you'll just be trying to do something new, now, breaking out of your old, ingrained habits. That might freak me out..."
She swings the kusarigama once, lightly. "Or you might just be ruining your chances." She then twists the kama forwards, letting it fly loose as she advances towards Choi! The blade is swung around on a half-yard of chain, sweeping ahead of her with vicious sweeping flurries of strikes. The only blessing is that you can see the storm coming!
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Sada's Shinryukan Correction.
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Sada was partially correct. Choi didn't really have another game. However, the girl did not see the full parameters of the game he was playing. He didn't want to ruin his chances. With a short breather, he was balancing himself. He knew that playing conservative was his best option right now. He also was studying her game as well. He had a plan, and a way to balance the playing field
He let the girl move first. Those flurry of strikes were vicious, and Choi could have easily gone under them. Instead, he jumped high above them. Rolling in midair, he swiftly closed the distance on the schoolgirl. But he did not aim for a face strike, or even an aerial strike. No, he kept with his ground game. But by jove, what he would do with his ground game.
Landing beside her, he suddenly began to pirouette. Like the tornado strike before, it seemed, the horny old man would try to blow her skirt up. This theory fell through the minute when he started spinning so quickly that he ended as a blur. And then, from around him, energy rushed upwards, forming what could be considered a true cyclone, a twister that would launch those caught in it up in the air, or down into his slicing/dicing claws. Our midget began to spin around our Sada, hopefully trapping her in his living cuisinaut.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Sada with Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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The flurry of slashing strikes has two effects. One is, of course, that Sada is hurt, cut and bleeding and gasping in pain as the slicing cuts through her tender body. Blood flows in a rather straightforward way. The other is that her blouse and jacket are reduced to ribbons, along with her bra - in a word - well -
"YOU PERVERTED BASTARD!" Sada screams, loud enough for people to hear -- and there is a little movement upstairs, though it's not stampeding yet. (They get the occasional pervert call, after all!) She twists the kusarigama around, sending the weight at a wall, where it rebounds off of a 2x4 behind the drywall and hits towards Choi from a perhaps-unexpected angle. "I'm going to kill you!!"
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Choi with Rebound Whip.
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Choi has finally succeeded, if he did not acquire the panties. After all, when a woman's brassiere is torn to shreds, how is that NOT winning? Choi, winding down from his spinning frenzy, was already prepared to gloat. "So, you see, maybe I have soooome, buh, uh, guh." He began staring at Sada, arms dangling freely, hunched over, and mouth agape. Naturally, he was not staring at her eyes. Every movement entered the Korean man's head. Twisting the Kusarigama. Twisting the Kusarigama. Choi had a suddenly ephiemy on the origin of 'exotic weaponry.' And then she says something. The Korean, dully, nods his head. "Yes babies, whatever you say." He mutters. Thankfully, Sada snaps him out of it with a solid strike in the head with the weight, smashing him hard.
Blood trickles down his face, and the Korean seems to... stagger about. He mumbles a few things, and begins to approach the half-naked schoolgirl. "I'm... I'm gunna... get my kicks... with you... Toots." He makes a last staggering leap at the girl, and with his legs spastically flailing in the air, he attempts to land on the poor girl.
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sada counters Hishou Kyaku from Choi with Asai Harvester.
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WHACK
The reflexive motion arc of the Asai Variant strikes outwards and upwards, hitting Choi right in his Korean shoulder and sending his Korean butt flying back towards the Korean lobby where he may just be Korean arrested! Or escape through the front door.
There's then a scream of incomprehensible fury from the hallway itself, waking up half the remainder of the dormitory. This may just be the cue Choi needs to escape, unless he wants to face a swarm of schoolgirls in their nighties!!
Choi's half-conscious kicking is answered by a nasty counter-attack from Sada, which is the final nail in the coffin. When he lands in the lobby, he doesn't have any finesse left in him. Unless making a dull thwock is a skill. He sort of lies there, face down, butt stuck up in the air. Through his half-closed eyes, he is weighing out his options. And as counter-inuitive it is to NOT having to deal with a swarm of nubile young girls in nightgowns, he is beginning to believe that this would not be, as they say, a happy ending. In fact, judging on how some random girl just aced him in the hole, he could assume that this would only end in tears. And possibly a very slow vasectomy.
Choi quickly began to inch out the door, like some sort of land eel. Or inchworm. He was in no condition to stand up, yet. And while he counted on the stealth element in his half-working brain of his, the trail of blood leading out of the door only proves that a dangerous midget was here. It also proves that Sada isn't half naked and bleeding because she joined a local Vampire: The Masquerade group.
COMBATSYS: Sada has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:32:47 03/07/2008 by Sada, and last modified on 02:50:04 03/08/2008.