Description: An ordinary afternoon turns extraordinary for Pacific Resistance's Marisol O'Connell when, by sheer chance, she crosses paths with Shenwoo. Nervous and flustered, the half-Spaniard finally gets a chance to talk to her idol and learn more about the God of Battle she so looks up to. (Alternative Title: LOL MARISOL IS A GIRL)
Another school day complete!
With the chime of bells, Pacific High's final class lets out, and with it hundreds and hundreds of well-dressed students emerge from the gates of the prestigious school for foreigners. They're loud and some very obnoxious, shouting and generally making a scene as a whole as they exit the school and scatter onto the four winds. The students are busy with...well, what the hell ever they have planned after school.
Some, however, are far more comfortable in taking their sweet time leaving the high school. After the initial flood of blue uniforms subsides, a smaller group exits in various spats, some loners lingering after class to catch up on their business, some to venture elsewhere with friends and some just killing time.
Marisol is of the latter crowd.
With her satchel slung over her right shoulder, the Pacific High uniform-clad redhead exits at a languid, lazy pace as she strolls off campus. Her feet carry her nowhere in particular as she drifts about, eyes cast to the sky out of boredom. She even stifles a tired yawn, a hand absently drifting up to cover her mouth before she noisily smacks her chops.
"Stupid fifth period assignment...what the hell was it again?"
Her feet still, the half-Spaniard pausing as she furrows her brow in thought.
"Argh, I shouldn't have slept. What WAS it? ...tch, Preston'd know. That nerd." Problem solved!
Some people really aren't the school-going type. Take, for example, the mysterious Shanghai-born brawler known only as Shenwoo... He's never been to school a day in his life! And really, you'd hardly be surprised, finding that little factoid out.
Anyway, downtown is a perfectly good place to go whatever age you might be, being as it is the major center of the commerical and entertainment blocks of the city. So it comes to pass that the berserker is here, just wandering down the street. He's eating an apple as he walks along, his eyes hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses and his silk shirt unbuttoned as per usual, making the tall, lean young man something of a striking figure who stands out.
Which is, of course, just the way Shen likes it.
Completely unaware of what he's doing, the God of Battle in fact walks right past Marisol as she talks to herself... But since he doesn't recognise the redhead, he keeps on walking. But will he escape?!
What could have very well been a boring, lackluster afternoon for the half-Spaniard girl...
Suddenly becomes the best day in her LIFE.
Exhaling loudly in a huff of annoyance, the redhead lifts a finger and presses it to her forehead in contemplation. Mulling over whether or not the Briton on her team would actually be willing to GIVE her the assignment is another matter altogether and, naturally, a whole new set of problems. He, like the rest of Pacific Resistance, is kind of a jerk!
But everything - EVERYTHING - comes to a dramatic screeching halt in the girl's mind the moment a familiar silk shirt billows past her. There's no way she could ever forget THAT shirt. Or the figure it's wrapped around...or that familiar hair. But, here? Outside of her school? Him?
"No WAY," the girl offers in a stunned whisper. That's...
"Sh-Shenwoo??"
Without missing a beat the girl scampers forward behind the Shanghai Berserker, gray eyes wide as she just stares. He might not recognize her, but damned if the girl doesn't recognize him. And how could she forget?? She's fought with him AND against him! He's her idol!
"Er, m-mister Shenwoo!!" the girl calls out after, arm waving frantically overhead, satchel and all. She'll pursue him whether he replies or not. Damned if she'll let THIS opportunity get out of her hands.
"Please wait!"
Did somebody just say his name? Shenwoo makes a faint 'huh?' sound as he stops, and turns to look back over his shoulder. Is that a girl waving at him? A /high school girl/? Why on earth would she be trying to get his attention?
Nevertheless, Shenwoo /has/ stopped, turning further to face the girl as she chases after him, and then he takes another bite of his apple.
He was bored anyway, so he might as well find out just what Marisol wants.
Once Marisol /does/ get closer, only then does Shen actually speak, looming over the redhead intentionally as he asks, simply: "What?" This had better not be a waste of his time! Not that he'd go punch some kid for no reason.
Someone DID say his name, and that someone is a redhead jogging after the blonde waving an arm. When he turns and actually acknowledges the fact she was calling his name...
Her heart skips a few beats in her chest. Gray eyes widen in a mix of disbelief and joy as she stares at Shenwoo, even as he takes a bite of his apple in a completely normal way that is, to her, the best thing EVER.
This is the best day of her life, she secretly decides. The best. Day. EVER!
But in that moment of joy her feet fail her, and she very nearly trips herself. Stumbling clumsily forward, the redhead loses her satchel as her arms flail wildly at her sides. Fortunately, the half-Spaniard catches herself before she falls flat on her face, a few wide, stumbling steps taken before she finally plants herself firmly. Marisol exhales loudly in relief.
Slowly after, she lifts her gaze, Marisol sheepishly regarding the Berserker in that moment. Her face is a deep shade of red as she looks up to the fighter that...well, she looks up TO. Breathless and a bit nervous, she offers a shy, lopsided grin up at him.
"Uh...h-hi!" She winces immediately after. How dumb.
"Umm...er, s-sorry, I mean, y-yeah." Her back stiffens as she stands upright, a hand reaching behind her head as she lightly rubs the back of her neck. "I-I don't know if you remember m-me, mister Shenwoo. We...we had a few SNFs together, once! Er, it's okay if you d-don't remember though." Gray eyes drop immediately, as her hands absently fidget with the hem of her blue blazer. Coy and sheepish, the redhead just stares at her feet.
"Er, if y-you're busy you can go, mister Shenwoo! I just wanted to s-say hello...and see how you were doing..?" DUMB. She scolds herself again, shaking her head fiercely before she pinches her eyes shut.
"I m-mean, I wanted to tell you how amazing you are!"
The girl looks up at the older man and clasps her hands, her face burning red as she blurts.
"I'm your biggest fan, mister Shenwoo!!"
And as Marisol looks so flustered and embarassed, Shenwoo just looks... Mildly confused. Why's she behaving like that? He just plain doesn't understand. So, the brawler continues eating his apple, and begins to feel a little bit awkward as the redhead stammers and stumbles over her own words, the normally confident girl clearly wracked with nervousness at having this chance to converse with her idol.
But, well, he doesn't /know/ that.
"Huh... You're a fighter?" Shen says, when the half-Spaniard tries to remind him that they've been in matches together before. His brow furrows, and a faint frown crosses his sharp-featured face as he tries to remember. "You... Were there when I fought that Kurow pussy, weren't you?" Shen says, really only half an actual question. And then he pauses.
And he pauses longer.
"...AAAAH!" Shenwoo exclaims, dropping his apple in alarm. "You're that bikini girl!!"
"Y-yeah, I am!" the girl replies to the Berserker, as he questions her, nodding her head in a lively manner before she lets a nervous, lopsided smile edge cautiously over her lips. "I-I try to attend SNF when I can. It's good t-training, you know?" Her hands still fidget with her coat's hem in a very uneasy fashion. This isn't as easy as she'd ever imagined.
...then again, she never imagined she'd have this chance to begin with.
"B-but yes, I am a fighter, mister Shenwoo," she ultimately states, still nervously grinning as she lets her eyes drift to her nervous hands. Does he even remember their fights, she wonders. He's so famous and fights so much, surely he doesn't...
But he does, and instantly do her eyes shoot up and meet Shenwoo's, her face (though still a bright red) alight with joy. She nods fiercely, smiling brightly as she drops her blazer's hem in favor of pulling her hands into light fists. "Y-yeah! We fought as a team then! You were so great, mister Shenwoo! You were AMAZING in that fight! Er, not that you're ever NOT a-amazing."
The pause comes, and for a moment the girl stares at him with an uncertain smile. What is he..?
Then he yells, dropping his apple. Immediately the girl shoots forward, stumbling forward to clumsily catch the dropped fruit just before it hits the ground in the palms of her hands - and manages to do so! Success! But then...
"AHHH!!!" the girl replies, blushing as furiously as ever as she stares up at Shenwoo, wide-eyed.
"I-I-I...th-that...th-that wasn't my fault!!" she pleads, clutching the half-eaten apple in her hands. "I s-swear! That was my friend's i-idea! Not mine! I d-didn't want to but...but..!!" Marisol curses inwardly. WHY did he have to remember that? Couldn't he have lost THAT memory after being punched in the head or something?
Reluctantly, the girl offers his apple back over, looking away.
"S-sorry," she mumbles. How EMBARRASSING this has become for her.
Girls are weird, that much Shenwoo knows for sure.
The embarassed pleas of Marisol meet with a bit of Shen's own embarassment, though his isn't quite as dramatic, despite his initial outburst. "Tch," he mutters. "Yeah, well..." He does take the apple back, though. Perhaps all is forgiven? "You shouldn't do stuff like that, people might get weird ideas about you."
What the hell, was that Shenwoo actually being concerned or something?!
Taking another bite of his apple, Shen chews contemplatively for a while as he watches the schoolgirl, before he finally speaks again. "So, what did you want, anyway? An autograph or something?" It's the cost of being a celebrity, that's for sure.
"Peoples' opinions of me can't get any weirder," the girl offers sheepishly in response, as the apple is taken from her hands. Peering up at the fighter from the tops of her eyes, Marisol seems uneasy still, fidgeting lightly still as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other and lightly bites at her bottom lip. "But it's okay."
Looking up with a friendly smile in a sea of blushing, Marisol offers the Shanghai brawler a light thumbs up as she remarks, "Who cares about their opinions anyway." Shenwoo's matters, but that remains HER secret, ha ha ha.
A moment of silence lingers between them shortly thereafter, Shenwoo's apple-chewing aside. She begins to speak up just as he does, but swiftly snaps her mouth shut as she stares up attentively at the Berserker. What does she want? ...what DOES she want! That's a good question.
"A-ah, well..." She's not prepared. What does she say?? Ask for? The girl laughs nervously and shakes her hands and head lightly.
"O-oh, I couldn't bug you for an autograph, mister Shenwoo," Despite how badly she wants one. "I couldn't trouble you like that, sir!" Another nervous laugh escapes her, as she lifts a hand and rubs at the back of her neck. Think, Marisol, think...
"Er...do...do you think you could give me some pointers? Er, fighting ones, that is. In fighting??" Yeah, that! "I want to be as great as you someday, mister Shenwoo!" the girl confesses, blushing fiercely once more as she finds the courage to meet the brawler eye to eye. "Ever since I saw your fights I've wanted to be as powerful and skilled. D-dumb, maybe...but..." It's the truth.
Consideringly, Shenwoo regards Marisol again. From what he remembers... Well, the girl definitely isn't on his level, that's for sure, but he seems to recall she could hit pretty hard when she wanted to. Besides, if anybody knows that it doesn't take overwhelming talent or superhuman powers to become strong, it's Shen; despite lacking any natural talent for fighting, he's among an elite few in the world, only a tiny percentage of human beings can even hope to become as strong as the God of Battle has.
"Okay," Shenwoo says finally, a bit laconically, with a slow shrug of his shoulders. "First of all, hit the other guy harder than he hits you. Second, don't be a pussy 'bout getting hit, sometimes you gotta meet an attack head-on if you want to be able to do anything about it." Seriously, it's not like Shenwoo has some elaborate fighting philosophy here.
To Marisol, Shenwoo IS the God of Battle. No one is as great or amazing or as strong as him in Marisol's eyes. He is the strongest fighter in the world to her, even stronger than some of the more (in)famous fighters in the circuit. He's her idol and her hero! And any advice she can get from him she believes is the best advice anyone could dream of giving.
...so her ideas are a bit unhealthy. So what? It's Shenwoo!
As he speaks, though, the girl's eyes are entirely on him. Listening carefully, she folds her arms behind her back, smiling brightly and her enthusiasm barely contained as he speaks. 'He's so great,' she thinks to herself. 'Look at how amazing he is. Shenwoo is giving me advice. Me. ME!' Her smile grows, a dopey look on the redhead's tanned features.
'He's...so...'
"Amazing," she says aloud. Almost immediately after her eyes go wide, expression stunned before she laughs nervously and shakes her head. "Of course, mister Shenwoo! Of course! Er...well...I was also wondering something else..." Oh dear.
Fidgeting again, the girl's foot stirs beneath her, the toe of her flat soled pump absently tapping against the ground as she turns her eyes to the ground between them. Biting nervously at her lip, Marisol considers her words carefully, brows knit lightly. How does she ask this..?
"I...If there's...time...for you, er, that is, of course!! ...er...do you,"
The girl looks up sheepishly.
"D-do you think you could spar with me? I-I don't get any opportunities like this EVER!" And like hell if she wants to pass it by. "I've always liked your style, mister Shenwoo! It's similar to the one gramps teaches me, but your own thing - and that's so cool!" Stop it, Marisol, you're getting ahead of yourself.
Realizing as much, the girl blushes fiercely. "B-but if you have time. I-If not, maybe another time..."
Subtext, however, goes completely beyond Shenwoo's perception. It's just not something he pays attention to! Clearly Marisol is just overwhelmed because of his awesomeness... And besides, she did say she was his biggest fan. From what he's seen, that sometimes makes people act weird.
Weird enough, it seems, to challenge Shenwoo to a sparring match?!
"Uh... If you're sure," Shen says, a bit uncertainly. See, he fights for the challenge of it, and he's not really sure that Marisol can offer up much of a challenge... But, conversely, if she really wants some practical pointers that badly? Shrugging his shoulders again, Shenwoo casually tosses his apple away - LITTERING! - and then straightens up as he regards Marisol.
"Hit me as hard as you can."
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has started a fight here.
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"O-of course I'm sure!" the half-Spaniard fan of Shenwoo replies, nodding once before she offers a lopsided grin. "I'm not afraid of getting hurt. Besides, what doesn't kill me makes me a better fighter in the long run, yeah?" It sounds good to her, at least. Fans ARE weird, wanting to get punched by their idols and all. At least she hasn't forced a kiss out of him.
On national television.
...
Yet..?
When the apple is discarded and the fighter straightens himself up, Marisol goes about mindfully removing her blazer and tossing it aside near her discarded satchel. She even spends a moment rolling up the cuffs of her white blouse, to give her forearms room to move in.
And then he says it. Those seven words that are like wonderful, sweet music from Heaven.
Hit him as hard as she can.
"Don't gotta tell me that mister Shenwoo!!" the girl cries out, as she curls a fist tightly at her side.
"I don't want to insult someone like you!"
Surging forward, Marisol attempts to plant her fist into the man's abdomen (without blushing somehow) and, should she land it, snaps her hands up to grab his neck. (Again without blushing) Pulling down, the half-Spaniard will attempt to KNEE the brawler in his face before shoving back and, at the same time, drives a foot up to deliver a vertical kick into his jaw.
"HAAARGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Shenwoo with Chain Reaction.
- Power hit! -
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Marisol
What IS it with people and forcing themselves on Shenwoo like that?! He always gets kissed against his will by people! Like CERTAIN FRIENDS OF MARISOL'S.
But since Marisol is obliging his request to hit him hard, Shenwoo elects to simply stand his ground; he takes the punch to the gut full-on, getting his neg grabbed and thereby being pulled forward into Marisol's knee... And /then/ she kicks him in the jaw, hard enough that he does stagger back a step or two. In fact, it's quite possible that just standing there got him hurt even worse than an alternative response might have.
"Not bad," Shenwoo allows.
And then he swings his leg up, to try and kick Marisol, hard, right in the gut. "Let's see how you deal with this!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Fusen Kyaku from Shenwoo with Snap Wind.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Marisol
Drawing her foot back and away, the girl plants her foot down once, cautiously, before she plants her leg firmly to the ground at her feet. When gray eyes lift and turn back onto the Berserker, she sees him stumbling back. It brings a tiny, dopey smile to her face. Did she do good, she wonders to herself. He stumbled - that's a good sign, right?
And when he compliments her, the girl's heart nearly stops. Her face turns a deep shade of red, gray eyes widening before she offers a sheepish smile and nods her head. "Er, t-thanks, mister Shenwoo," she replies, nodding her head.
But then he moves - too damn fast, at that. Attempting to step IN as he swings his leg, the girl draws a fist up and tightly coils her fist to try and intercept him before he hits her. No luck; as result, the leg strikes her in the stomach and from sheer STRENGTH of the Shanghai fighter she's sent flying back, hitting the ground once and rolling. A low groan escapes her.
"I-I'm ok...r-really," she offers, slowly pulling herself up off the ground before giving her knees and chest a light dusting over with her hands. She forgot how hard he hits...
But it just reinforces that, to Marisol, he's the strongest fighter in the world.
"Again!"
It doesn't escape Shenwoo's notice that Marisol tried to do something... Attack him while he was committed to his own attack? A good idea, in theory, but it didn't really work out that time. While the redhead picks herself back up, Shenwoo just stands there and watches her - he might have like, broken her in half or something there! - but once she gets back to her feet and claims she's okay... And indeed tells him to come at her again?
"Well, you got the attitude down right," Shenwoo says, nodding once. And then he starts rushing forward. Rearing back with his left fist, Shenwoo closes with Marisol with terrible speed, and as he gets closer he throws his fist forward again, adding turning momentum to the rushing forward force as he aims to slug the girl right in the face! "GRAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Marisol with Gekiken.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1 Marisol
Cautiously the girl draws a hand to her stomach, fingers gingerly rubbing over her aching stomach and wincing lightly. Yes, that's going to hurt for a few days, she figures. Maybe more. But it just means she needs to get better. Someday...she'll show him she's getting stronger. And then, maybe...she'll be able to give him a good fight and hopefully not bore him.
Someday.
Stubborn as ever, the girl encourages him to come again - she even gestures, fingers curling slightly as she lets a small but toothy grin edge its way over her full lips. She's not out just yet.
But she might be VERY SOON.
Shenwoo is fast. Almost TOO fast. A futile attempt is made to lift her arms up and absorb that face punch in her forearms, but his sheer strength is enough to overwhelm her defenses. Shenwoo's fist pieces her forearms and his fist lands straight into the girl's face with a resounding CRACK. Again, Marisol is launched back and away, hitting the ground with another meaty thud. She doesn't get up as fast this time.
Instead, the girl begins to shake and shudder. Is she...is she crying? There's no crying in face-punching!
"fuh...ha...huh...ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!" No, she's laughing. Like an old band-aid, the half-Spaniard peels her body off the ground, her arms shakily supporting her upper body as she rises. Bleeding from the nose and mouth, she turns her head to spit, a puddle of rich red hitting the concrete with a sticky slap. A moment later a hand lifts and runs absently over her face, wiping it as clean as she can.
"That...that was wonderful," the girl offers as she stands, her body shuddering as she tries to find her center of balance after nearly having her face punched clean off. "Th-that is one of my favorites," she confesses, still chuckling lightly for no reason in particular. Insane? Maybe.
But she's not out for the count YET. Dropping both arms to her sides, her hands curl into tight fists as she hoods her gray eyes, her smile widening considerably. Her fists spring to life with yellow energy, chi whipping and licking up her forearms as she stands there. "Alright...here I come."
Springing forward, the half-Spaniard girl lets rip a loud yell, as she charges at the Berserker. Closing in, she attempts to punch the man across the face three times with chi-laced hooks before she snaps her hand down and grabs his collar and give him a headbutt. Thereafter she will drop low before she swings heavy and swiftly upwards, a chi-laced uppercut to seal the proverbial deal.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Marisol's Cloud Nine.
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Marisol
The fact that Marisol can keep on going after getting hit like that says plenty about her own toughness, at least to Shenwoo. Most schoolgirls - well, those who aren't of the Sakura Kasugano variety, anyway - would probably be bemoaning about facial injuries or something by now! Taking a turning step to bleed off the last of his momentum, Shenwoo stands up straight to face Marisol as she picks herself up off of the pavement, with all that agonising slowness. Here she comes? Well, Shenwoo just beckons her onward.
He still hasn't seen how hard she can hit.
So naturally, when Marisol charges at him again, Shenwoo just stands there once more. The repeated strikes rock the lean, tightly muscled form of the God of Battle, jabs and headbutt and that last uppercut, which drives Shen's head back and sends him curling away from her... Until she hears the sound of a faint chuckle.
"Heh," Shen says, as the fall backwards suddenly turns into his twisting around and lunging, repeating that rushing punch from moments before... But this time faster, terribly faster. His figure blurs, and a shockwave of pure force rides on his fist as he tries to hit Marisol /again/, this time at point blank range! "SHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Marisol with Zetsu! Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Marisol
When Shenwoo gives her the go ahead, to punch him in kind, Marisol grins - and grins big. Who cares about her face bleeding and busted up? Who CARES if her stomach hurts and she feels like she's going to wretch. Who cares if she's going to be so damn sore in the morning? This pain...these experiences...they're better than anything.
It's reinforcement. She will get stronger. Better. She has every reason to.
And the fact that the greatest fighter ever (to her) is giving her that encouragement? Well.
It's all the encouragement she'll ever need.
Charging forward, Marisol gives the fighter everything she's got. It's now or never, she decides as she closes in. Really - when WILL she get another opportunity such as this, to test herself against the God of Battle? Her fists swing..!
Success! ...right?
Pulling back after the uppercut, the girl's arms lift, a defensive stance held as she observes the fighter. Is that...laughter? But Marisol says nothing; instead, gray eyes hood as she watches him turn back...and then a split-second later he's coming right for her. Too damn fast, to boot. Stepping forward, she seeks to take his punch HEAD ON. AGAIN.
But gets nothing out of it. She falls again, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. Groaning low, the girl turns on her side, ultimately hitting her back with a soft 'oof' and staring up at the afternoon skies. She feels so tired...
At her sides her hands move, palms slapping the pavement before she pries herself up one more time. Gritting her teeth, the girl forces her body to move, her face smeared with blood as she staggers and stumbles to stand upright. Too focused on trying to keep herself upright to worry about cleaning herself off, the girl narrows her eyes.
"Ha ha...t-that was...great. G-Great. This is why you're the best," she replies, turning her head to spit blood again. "B-best there is." Hands clench tightly, eyes pinching shut as she grins. "This has been great. Th-thank you...so much. It means a lot," she offers with frightening sincerity. Marisol staggers, woozy...
But then eyes snap open, the girl's lips pulling back over her teeth. Letting out a harsh cry, she charges after the brawler once more, attempting to drive her shoe's heel into his stomach, before twisting her body to drive her fist into his stomach. Should both land, the half-Spaniard fighter's fists erupt with energy again, as she attempts to sock the Berserker with two fierce hooks in the face.
...regardless of her success, the girl staggers thereafter, stumbling forward and utterly spent.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Marisol's Red Clover.
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Who would've ever thought anyone would see Shenwoo as a role model? Go figure, kids today! ...Not that Shen is actually much older than Marisol. Still, it's terrifying!
Shenwoo's, perhaps, most dangerous technique has its expected effect on Marisol, but the girl continues to show her mettle by not just lying down. Instead, she gets right back up... Well, eventually. And she looks none too steady, huh? But, once again, Shenwoo stands his ground as the redhead makes her last attack, giving it her all; the blows batter him, driving him back with every strike, his head rocking to either side after the hooks.
And when Marisol staggers and stumbles, he reaches out with a hand to catch her, holding her up by one shoulder. "Mmph... You've got a long way to go," Shen says, a bit uncomfortable at giving someone else a legitimate evaluation, and not just shouting trash talk their way. "But you've got good potential. Come on... Kicking your ass made me hungry, you might as well come along."
See? Shenwoo is a nice guy!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:45:34 03/19/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 03:35:34 03/20/2008.