Description: It's Godzilla. On Ice. What's not to get? Two monsters face off, and while one starts out defending the poor defenseless city, in the end they all do their part to ensure Mini-Tokyo will never be the same. ( Draw Match )
"I don't get it." Ayame had remarked to the official tasked with explaining the match to come.
"Well, it's Godzilla. On Ice. What's not to get?"
"Why's it on ice?"
"Booking error. There's a hockey musical right after this match."
"Why not fight outside?"
"The city's in here on the ice."
"Oh." Rubbing her cheek, Ayame found there really was no room to negotiate the premise of the fight. By now she was beginning to suspect someone at Howard Industries somehow objected to her default fighting attire because they sure loved forcing her into zany costumed matches each week! She's been a pirate, a novela actress, a super villain... But a super /monster/ is a new one.
The floor of the stage is covered with a sheen of ice that is littered with a number of cardboard buildings ranging from three to eight feet tall. "Hn." Ayame grunts, hand tightly gripping a six foot long metal staff. Dressed up again, it seems, this time as the star of the feature, Godzilla. The costuming staff was working on a small budget for the girl, as she's stuck wearing a green hood with plastic eyes glued onto the side. A green outfit drapes down over her, looking more like someone's misplaced, randomly green, burlap sack. At least the tail is nice. A long, green, wedge-like tail with plastic spikes sticking up over it drapes out behind the girl as she walks out onto the icy stage in green, floopy, furry slippers for feet.
"Isn't he supposed to be scaly?" she asks, waving her hand at the slippers. With a sigh of resignation, the girl trundles out to the middle. Shoulders slouched, she smacks one of the buildings over with her staff out of spite. Grumpy Godzilla Smash!
"GODZILLA!" a voice roars out of nowhere, imbued with as much threat as it is a distinct South American accent (which is so thick it makes the 'zilla' more a 'ziya.')
And there, standing upon the ledge that walls the entire perimeter of the stage, pointing one declaring finger, stands the Monster Lizard's mortal enemy in all its terrible insectoid might. Mothra is here. And, today, Mothra looks a little like a dark-skinned, curvy Brazilian girl, who wears little more than the tiniest of string bikinis that matches her enormous, painted moth wings. They fan out from her shoulders on either sides of her body, their huge sails held at an imposing full mast. And, like any good moth, this one finishes her costume with decorated, feathery antennae that poke up out of her heavy hair and a pair of blue-lensed goggles pushed up against her brow.
Her pointing hand pulls back and clenches into a theatrical fist. "Che! This city, it is not biggest for two of us! I am protect it from you! Psiu, monster! You return to horribles hell that made you! --And I am talkings about Roland Emmerich movie."
With a sharp grin, Mothra finally leaps down, landing into a swift crouch on the icy floor of the Miniature Tokyo, wobbling a little with wide eyes as she learns all too quickly just what ice really is.
Brazilians and winter mix like grease and water.
"...As I was sayings, I am protection city that-- whup--" she slips a bit, her balance not quite centered, "that-- um, I am saving city that-- aiiii--" Mothra slips again, and twists awkwardly, her giant wings taking out a few city blocks in the progress. Cardboard buildings tumble and topple.
When she rights herself and looks at her own direction, the guardian insect pouts. "...I am terrible protect."
There were few things that Cherise liked getting "the call" when she's in the middle of something-- be it stalking K', working on music, or even if it's her special time where she watches a movie like Die Hard for the 48th time, it usually ends with her scoffing and begrudgingly doing her job. Standing off on the sidelines is so -boring-! She likes being in the thick of it, being an actual competitor and going home with the good feeling that only comes with having the crap beat out of you.
But times like this can be an exception.
Cherise Bouchard-- or better yet, Gamera-- slides out on the thin layer of ice on the floor in a knit green cap, green turtleneck, green tights, and a -massive- foam turtle shell...
In expensive chunk heel boots and wearing gold bracelets around either wrist. At least she was smart-- getting a pair of boot 'coverings' that consist of a webwork of black rubber and metal springs to act as a way of getting at least -some- traction on the ice.
She stays at the edge at first, off and out of the sight of the crowd until Staffjira and Nudethra take the grand ice. Then Cherise strikes, lunging out and sliding on her foam-padded belly across the ice and toward the outskirts of "Tokyo."
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
And as she shoots across the ice, not nearly as in control as she'd like to think she is. Slamming into cardboard Shinjuku, she finally pushes off from the ice and springs up to her feet-- sliding, but a little less than she normally would. The zamboni driver wants to kick her ass right now.
"I," the French girl declares, "I will be the agent of domination, destruction, chaos, and-- oh, it's the pickpocket girl from the shrine!!!"
As her nefarious stage name is called out, Ayamezilla glances up to spot the only one that can save Tokyo from her grumpy rampage! From beneath her green hood the girl frowns a little. Well, geez, no one gave her any lines to recite, and here's her opponent completely showing her up with a slew of poor grammar and horrifyingly cutely mangled lines!
Resting her right hand at her hip, her left hand busy using her staff to keep her balance as her unhelpful slippers threaten to betray her. "Well, my massively winged foe," the green clad girl begins to explain quite rationally, "If you but knew the history of this giant pool of ice with a large city built on it, you would be aware of the fact that these pesky humans built their buildings right on top of an ancient giant lizard nesting ground." She sounds very moody about this very sad fact.
"So, as they say, the giant lizards I represent were here first. It's my right to break it all do-"
She doesn't get any further before the duo is joined by a third. Oh, yes, the Chaos Agent she was told about. "You!" she blurts out, swinging her staff up and out to point toward Cherise, taking out another cardboard building in the process, "That-" she pauses at being called a lowly pickpocket, shoulders falling slightly, "Yes, well, the shrine is doing just fine. Thanks for asking."
"Ahem, yes. Well. Let's get this started. I'm a busy monster. Lots of cities to destroy, lots of tiny people to step on, lots of atomic fire breath to breath..." A moment is taken to straighten the silly hood, accidentally knocking the left plastic eye off on the process. "D-damnit," Ayame mutters, crouching down to fish around for the eye as it slips across the ice out of her fingers. Just goes to show why one shouldn't velcro their eyes on!
"Puf, that is a right?! Hum. They are not very eco-friendly," Mothra replies to Godzilla, frowning, looking very disappointed at the audacity of the human race. Her saddened look does not last for long, however; the bikini'd insect monster brightens again when she is hit by a wonderful idea. "Pou, when I am win this, then I am relocate you to other place to have giant monster sexy time, yea? It is somewhere that is not matter. Like..." Mothra tosses a hand, rolling her dark eyes up in thought. "Um.. Spain."
Just as Marisol, back at home and watching the live SNF feed on television, rises up from her chair and squawks, "HEY!"
Then, at the sudden cry, Nudethra looks over the same time Staffjira does, her eyes widening with both surprise and interest as Gamera comes Crocodile Mileing on into Mini Tokyo. Mothra covers her mouth to try to disguise a loud laugh, grinning immediately and luminously at the display. She tilts her head a little, curious for a moment that the two seem to know each other previously, but the characteristically-dismissivePás gives it no further heed. A moment later, she remembers her role, putting on a more neutral expression as her hands stamp disapprovingly to her curvy hips. She wags a finger at Gamera."Huff! Jes because you are ninja turtles you make no right to do a mess of my city! It is very importance to me. When I am defeat you both, then I am fill it with manly swimsuit calendar."
Mothra has plans to create heaven on earth.
"Shiuu, I guess we make to start," she proposes, and like clockwork, opportunity strikes. Godzilla loses an eye. Mothra's grin just goes impish. "Aii, not first time I ever see a one-eye lizard. A ha ha ha!" And, steadying her bare feet against the ice, she gives herself a crash course on skating the only way she knows how. As Ayame kneels down to reach for her missing costume, Pás recoils, takes a dangerous step back, and just throws herself in a running start, pushing off and sliding recklessly down the ice.
With a loud whoop, she comes ZOOMING in at a mindless velocity, leaving her fate up her reflexes and balance alone as she twists, skating forward on one tip-toesy foot as the other swings in violently to try to catch Godzilla upside the head.
COMBATSYS: Pas has started a fight here.
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Yes, she has to make a loud entrane. Yes, she has to slide out like an idiot, wreck buildings. Yes, especially yes, she has to go ahead and poke her attention at Ayame and the time they met at the old decrepit shrine outside of town-- the one that still, to this day, looks like it could go ahead and get a major facelift.
And Cherise does so enjoy it.
"Oh, is that what you are telling people, now?" she asks in her thicky-accented voice. "I do not know about that, I think you will have to prove to me that your hand-eye coordination has gotten much better. You disappointed me last time!"
Of course, she says this while Ayame was the one that had 'won' that fight-- though the person laughing and having a blast at the end was Cherise.
So the Brazillian Moth decides to swoop down on Godzilla like a vengeful former accountant, and tries to kick the grand lizard right upside the head. The Teenage French Assassin Turtle stands back at this point, folding her arms and staring at the two costumed fighters with a sudden intensity, her eyes widening just slightly and the corners of her mouth pulled up into a huge leering grin.
Well, time to see what these two can do, now.
COMBATSYS: Cherise focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Ayame with Medium Kick.
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Pas drops K''s virginity.
K' drops K''s virginity.
Getting a grip on the rogue eye, Ayamezilla stands back up and listens to the passioned plea from her winged foe, eyes widening at the mention of giant monster sexy time before narrowing a little, brow furrowing. For a moment she goes to open her mouth, then closes it again, right hand lowered after a moment of pointing, looking speechless for a fleeting second. Finding her voice, Ayame perks back up, smiling faintly, "But I like this spot. The remains of this city will form the foundation for my new super base-" Oh, no, wait, Ayame pauses, Godzilla probably doesn't have a super base. "Which is to say, my giant monster friends prefer sexy time in Tokyo more than Spain."
Ayame scowls a little at Cherise's commentary, "Excuse me, as I recall, I ushered you right back out as suddenly as you had arrived. If you want to fight me you'll have-" She becomes aware that the mothgirl is on her way over, however, and Ayame spins around to face her, only to get caught with that kick to the side of her head. Sent sprawling into the skyline at her side, more of the easily abused buildings topple over as Ayame crash lands on the ice. "Oof."
Scrambling to her feet a bit unsteadily, Ayame blinks, hand coming up to rest against the side of her head, only to find she's lost both of her even monster eyes now, the small plastic props burried in the rubble. "Awh, I hope they don't charge me for damages." she grouses. Shifting her only mildly irritated monster rage toward MothPas, the girl lunges in, drawing her staff back, shifting her right hand forward alongside her head.
A bright flare of red errupts out from her palm, flickering in a vague simulation of fire bursting out to 'burn' the pesky guardian monster with the best thing Ayame can hope to attack with to resemble fire breath, except, well, for the whole burning thing. But the energy blast might hurt all the same!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Pas with Midsummer Fantasy.
- Power hit! -
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Alighting out of her vicious kick with a spritely little twirl, Mothra seems to have mastered ice with relative ease. Perching one hand to her hip and standing proudly, her dark eyes cast on her fallen lizard foe, the giant moth attends to her small victory with a flick of her hair and a fluff of her giant wings. "Cabum! Take that, evil lizard! There will be none of your perverts Two Monsters With One Cup in my city!"
But the rage of Godzilla has yet to be introduced. Mothra, perhaps unexpecting of her opponent's sudden speed, switches her footing when the monster lizard rises, her own bikini'd body taking on a guarded stance. Her sharp eyes catch the flare of energy, and though Pás has time to flare up an eager grin like the truly masochistic, she doesn't have the time to defend herself from the sudden attack. She makes an attempt to try to reach out and redirect that outstretched arm, but Ayame is too quick and the floor is too icy, and Mothra doesn't even have a chance.
Hit square and thrown back by the energy blast, any attempt on Pás' part to regain her footing in an agile turn gets shot to hell by one wrong slide of her bare foot against the icy ground of Miniature Tokyo. With a small, bleated, "Aiii--!" she slips and takes a header straight into the city she was sworn to protect. And that turncoat city hurts her for her troubles.
"...poooou," Mothra squeaks from within a mess of fallen buildings, pushing them apologetically aside as she manages to sit up. "What am I sittings on?" She turns one hip up and cranes her head. Her expression contorts with grief. "O Deus... p-pancake house!!"
Then Mothra looks back up, straight at Godzilla, her expression fixed with intensity, with outrage, with the anger at a destroyed miniature IHOP. There are few true atrocities in the world, and this... this was one of them.
An instant later, the guardian insect is twisting back up to her feet, shaking cardboard debris off her towering wings and hurtling forward. She thrusts herself back along the ice, gaining reckless speed, until a moment strikes that the Brazilian puts her agility on display. She jumps up, planting one foot against one large sculpted tower and pushing off, slicing through the air as she tries to meet the Mighty Godzilla with a fierce headbutt.
Perverts.... two monsters with one cup? What the hell is she talking about? Or is this one of those things that she missed out on what with not being formally inducted into the public education system? They were both teenagers, right? Even if one was dressed better for those mail-order videos and the other was a thief that told lies.
They tell very bad lies!
Picking up one of those buildings, one of those Southtown buildings that spans almost three feet in length, Cherise holds it up in front of her while she hurries around the ice, the straps on her boots letting out little *chik chik chik!* with each bite of the metal springs on the ice. While Pas is down-- and recovering-- she moves to dart over to Ayame's side.
"Lying is inexcusable!"
As declared by Mr. White's Dry Cleaning Service, the cardboard building being cast into the air at Godzilla. The light weight flips it around in circles, sends it veering off hard to the side-- but that's not what Ayame has to be afraid of.
What she does have to be afraid of is her foot as she's suddenly -there-, in the air, whipping her whole body around in a tightly-formed circle. Her right leg lashes out to knife a kick directly at Ayame with that momentum, but if her heel comes within a bare inch the girl... it won't be the kick that hurts. A bolt of silver energy is what comes out from her leg, shooting forward like her leg were some kind of insane spike driver-- one that tries to bore straight into Godzilla and bring the fury of the mighty green turtley god down upon her.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha~!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Cherise's Argent Raid.
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COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Ayame with Zidane's Revenge.
- Power hit! -
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Ayame stares at Pas as the bikini clad girl gets back to her feet in a brief fit of dispair over the ruination wrought upon the fake city by the battling monsters. When you're as tall as the builds you fight alongside, it's hard to save them without destroying them in the process! But it seems the monster moth's ire is to be taken back out on the poor villain of the hour while Ayame's attention is on Cherise for the moment.
"What lying?!" she exclaims back at the silvery haired girl, rapt attention paied to the other teen's kick. Wise to Cherise's power, the girl knows better than to judge the kick's range based on the limits of how far Cherise can reach... Which is why she's ready for the gout of energy that drills out next. Not trusting her slippery slippers to give her the traction she needs to get out of the way, Ayame slams her staff down against the ice and leaps up, vaulting herself up and over Cherise to land on the other side with a very careful touchdown.
Quite happy with herself at the acrobatic evasion, Ayame raises her hands up over her head, "Tada- ACK!" Collision from Pas sends Ayame skidding over the ice, on her back, spinning in circles until she comes to a rest against the side of the stage, arms sprawled out at her sides, her left hand barely keeping a hold of her staff.
"Okay, that does it. Godzilla is not a very happy super monster lizard right now!" she yells, rolling onto her side, wrestling with the tail in the process. Only when she finally negotiates her way back to her feet does she realize her poor tail is bent at ninety degree angle, the foam that was keeping it out straight broken from when she landed on it. "You go too far, Mothra!!" the girl shakes her right fist back at Pas.
Testing her traction a little, Ayame leans forward and begins 'skating' back toward Pas with what appears to be a mixture of deliberate intent coupled with lack of control, aiming to drive her shoulder into the other girl's stomach, wrap her arms around her waist in the process, and spin with her back into the abused Tokyo skyline!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Pas with Medium Throw.
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Though Mothra may not look it, much preferring to play dumb more often than not, her own recovery from that headbutt steals her a glimpse of Gamera. And that silver energy. Pás makes a face to herself silently, cringing for the wounds that rips up in her own imagination. That looks like it'll hurt.
A lot.
Slowly, and entirely to herself, Mothra smiles. Then sudden movement nets her peripherals, and her dark eyes turn, catching Ayame the instant the girl recovers. Pás' smiling grinches into a serrated grin, and with a sudden eagerness that borders on madness, the winged Brazilian thrusts forward an instant after her opponent, barefoot-skating forward with the same crazed velocity and careening straight at her. As Godzilla twists, lowering her shoulder and planting it, the Brazilian gives a desperate grab, trying to catch the girl -- but no dice. Her feet slip on the ice. Her hand misses. And the Mighty Godzilla plows right into her.
Mothra gasps breathlessly, the air knocked straight out of her, her body bending as it's forced to absorb all that speed and all that power. And the two monster foes collide in a powerful tangle of limbs, the insectoid half of the knot knocked back and forced to mattress their breakneck collision. She SLAMS into the cardboard city she oathed to protect, flattening and tearing up entire city blocks in her wake.
With one ripped wing, one bent antenna, and another ragged cough, Mothra opens her eyes, peeking up at her enemy whose body is heaped right over her own. Unable to help herself, a crooked grin smears across her mouth as she huffs, melodramatically, "Shiu, Godzilla! What are you tryings to do?! You are scary lizard, I am giant wingaling bug! We from two different worlds... it could never be!"
With a laugh, she tries to shake free, reaching back to prop herself up against the ground as she recoils one powerful leg, no doubt seeking to bury her heel into Ayame's stomach. Her leg moves... but just as quickly, the attack suddenly pulls, swiftly introducing itself as a diversion to the real main course: the elbow she tries to plant into the other girl's face.
Tch!
Ayame's deft evasion brings a slight narrow to the eyes of Cherise Bouchard, her right leg drawing back hard to land on the left-- and bring the other foot down to find a proper sense of balance. Still, she has to give it to the sneak-thief...! Her skills have improved since the last time they had met, noted as the giant city-destroying monster flies clear over her head and turns her attention back to Mothra.
The same Mothra that decides to nearly tackle the great destroyer lizard like this actually -was- a hockey game, and send the two of them into the poor cardboard skyline one more time. Yes-- that is when Gamera blows by, moving with careful and agile movements. Slush and ice are kicked up in her wake, small pops of the frozen water chasing after each hurried step while Cherise reaches out to brush her fingertips across Pas' forearm even while she's grounded, recovering, and attacking. Her fingers close over what should be thin air, though a careful eye would be able to see the length of silver wire that swishes in the air just around Mothra's wrist like the hangman's noose about to clamp down. If it does, the French girl in green -pulls-, trying to bring the Pacific student toward her while likewise lunging in to meet her.
Cherise's fist extends should this exchange take place, and her fist tries to plow into the girl's ribs... though on contact, a burst of silver energy erupts from her knuckles with enough force to send her flying one more time.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to interrupt Eshu's Hat from Pas with Harvest's Reaper.
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Well, that was a rough landing, but at least her attack connected! Ayame is only just starting to push herself up off of Pas, brown eyes meeting hers for a moment before her green hood flops down over her face covering her view entirely. "What? But don't we both enjoy long rampages through the park, toppling buildings with reckless abandon? More in common than you think!" Her right hand comes up to start lifting her goofy Godzilla hood up out of her eyes, her left hand snatching a hold of her staff from where it landed at her side.
The only warning that her chitchat isn't idle banter is the sudden flare of crimson energy along the length of the weapon, "Then again, maybe not." Her knee comes down on the ice, Ayame readying to push herself up and deliver a painful chi-laced strike, when Pas's heel catches her in the stomach, provoking a pained gasp of surprise.
The next thing Ayame knows, she's getting elbowed through the floppy hood, knocking her onto her side where she flops rather unimpressively. While she's only vaguely aware Cherise is bearing in on the two of them, she's glad to find out it isn't her the woman is targetting as she finally takes the time to rip off the green hood all together and toss it aside, releasing a relieved sigh, "Whew, that's enough of /that/!"
Quickly, she takes hold of her staff again and starts pushing herself back to her feet.
COMBATSYS: Cherise successfully hits Pas with Argent Striker.
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"Psiiiiu, Godzilla!" Mothra calls as she knocks her opponent free, rolling back up to a crouch. "At least we always have Paris--!"
Pás pauses. She swore she just felt something brush her arm. But she never even gets a chance to look.
A heartbeat later, she finds herself YANKED violently to one side, her feet forced to move by sheer cerebellar reflex alone, managing through luck or the grace of God to brace her weight on the slippery ice. Surprised, like any master of trickery should to find herself outfoxed, Mothra turns a startled glance on Gamera, her dark eyes wide, her lips parted. She only gets an instant to stare. Not even a breath later, Cherise's coiled fist hits home, both its ensconcing power and that burst of energy more than enough to send the Brazilian's small, lean body into another several blocks of Tokyo architecture. The insect monster slams, skidding uncontrollably across the ice, leaving a trail of wreckage in her wake.
When the model city finally stops her trajectory, she goes limp a moment, unable to do anything but feel her own heartbeat pounding in her teeth and hear her own wet breathing. That hurt.
A moment later, Mothra is staggering back up, pushing away broken buildings as she coughs raggedly, her ribcage already turning blue and black from the successive blows she had to weather. Cut in places and abraised from the ice, her hair mussed, and having lost one half of her left wing, Pás braces her feet and just tries to concentrate on her own breathing.
Soon, her eyes pop back up on Godzilla and Gamera, and her telltale grin returns. In a thinner, hoarser voice, she laughs a little, and tells them, "You two... I like you two. I choose either of you for fight over Voltron, any day!"
Then, slowly, labourously, her attention turns to focus on Godzilla, and Godzilla alone. Mothra's grin goes serrated like a steak knife. "Now..." she begins slowly, "there are sacrifices, yea, and I cannot ignore them. If I must destroy my city to protect it...? Sim, so be it. After all, if it is destroyed... can we fix it? YES WE CAN!"
Suddenly, she moves, tearing free from the wreckage and moving forward along the ice. Her wild, sliding steps suddenly tense, and in mid-stride, Mothra flips, turning upside-down and catching herself by both hands, sliding by her very palms as she charges right on Ayame. Her back curls, trying to meet the other girl with a wicked kick upside the head. Against the ice, her hands ignite, her own energy coursing from her flesh in hot, crackling sparks that melt and crack the ice below. Even after her first kick, whether hit or weathered, Pás is far from finished; she turns hand over hand, walking on them as she tries to deliver strike after strike with her feet, her twisting body and bending weight trying to slip her in a quick, fierce circle around the mighty Godzilla.
Her hands level again and again against the ice, her chi snarling down from her palms, and the ground forced to absorb and endure her endless strikes. And that's when the entire stage starts to groan. The entirety of Miniature Tokyo begins to tremble. And then, in a final, furious, and fiery BLAST of exploding chi, the ground cleaves and tries to crater right under Ayame's very feet.
With Pas sent flying through the archetecture and Ayame... well, over there, with no friggin' eyes to see where she's spitting her atomic fire breath, Cherise whips her arm back in a smooth way, the tension around Pas' wrist lessening and her wire sailing through the air like some sort of animated serpent. It hisses, even, cutting through the wind with a swift 'shiiiii' before landing in a smooth coil along the icy ground at her side.
Looking quite proud of herself, Cherise just lets the cutting grin form across her face, looking between her two 'opponents.' Her hands on her hips, the great Gamera throws back her head and starts to laugh. It's hearty, haughty, and sounds sort of like, "Uwa ha ha HA HA HA HA HA HA HA H--wait, what is a Voltron."
Looking wholly confused, Cherise pinches the air between her thumb and her forefinger, eyeing the pair carefully. Her wrist twists, snaps, and starts circling in the air with short gestures, sending her wire looping around in an absent-minded gesture like she were performing in some sort of rodeo with an assassin's weapon rather than rope in the form of a lasso.
She's looking-- watching, waiting. She needs to make sure who's going where, what's being tossed which direction... and if she's going to need to bellyslide across the rink to get away from any possible spray from the excessive and mighty attack from Pas.
COMBATSYS: Cherise focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Ayame with Fevered Earth.
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Cherise's attack against Pas buys Ayame the time she needs to get back up to her feet, her long hair free to rest down along her back now that she's bereft the floppy, eyeless, lizardy hood. The low end of staff jabs against the ice as the girl uses it to keep her traction, getting wearied by keeping up with the mothy super monster while coping with her own unwieldly outift.
Pas' signiture grin provokes a blink of surprise from Ayame at first. She's not used to anyone saying they /like/ her. If anything, just the opposite is more her norm. Maybe costumes and prop cities have a way of taking the edge off anyone, she ponders, her surprise shifting to a faint grin. Standing up straighter, the girl lifts her staff up off the floor, deciding to hang back and let Pas come at her with her next attack rather than risk slipping her way into trying to land another one of her own attacks.
"It seems to me that our goals in complete city destruction aren't exclusive then," the girl points out, bracing herself as Pas zips back her way. MothPas slides into a handstand, the stance shift leaving her difficult to predict. Ayame catches sight of the kick, her staff shifting to the side to intersect it. But her slippery slippers slip in the opposite direction, turning what was intended to be a timely turn to the side into a pivot in place that doesn't have her facing the direction she had hoped to.
Caught by the first kick as the area around her is illuminated by the flare of sparks igniting over the slick surface of the rapidly melting ice, she's an easier target for the subsequent spinning strikes, surrounded by the other girl's swift circling technique. While no single kick packed enough of a hit to drop the girl, all of them collectively add up quickly, each strike too swift for the staggered girl to pull her defenses back together in time.
At last she gets her staff up in the way, fending off the last couple of strikes. "Yesh," she mutters, straining behind the barrier formed by her titanium pole, "I think you missed a spot-" The stage collapses, ice, water, and cardboard buildings folding into the indentation formed by the crater. Concealed in smoke, steam, and no small amount of debris, the next attack comes from somewhere in the midst of the disaster zone. Leaping up, the girl brings her staff slamming down toward Pas from a little ways out. From the top end of the weapon an entire webbing of wire thin cable has been produced, affixed to her staff almost like an oversized butterfly net, perfect for an oversized moth!
If she catches Pas in it, the net itself will detatch, leaving Ayame free to unleash a flurry of staff strikes, spinning in around Pas in much the same manner the other girl had encircled her with a storm of upside down kicks. If left unable to land her attack, the girl will simply spin herself dizzy in an attempt to catch Pas and drop to the ice in the end!
COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Pas with Entrapment.
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Pas 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Cherise
Pás likes everyone. It takes hard work and dedication to hate someone. It's a lot of work to spend angry and keeping grudges... which is time she'd better spend sleeping. After all, it's someone's flaws what keeps them interesting.
It's that kind of thinking that led this innocuous-looking Brazilian to run with criminals for a good year of her life, the sort of actions that won her the one-way boat ride to Japan.
And now, she breaks free from her last attack, her nimble footwork having her escape her own devastation as it reaches forward to take out most of the Greater Metropolis of Mini-Tokyo. The stage collapses, the ice smashes, the SNF personnel are weeping already at their pocketbooks, and Pás is standing on the edge of it all, her antennae bent, her moth wings torn, her bikini'd body bruised and cut, but with her hands planted onto her hips and every inch of her beaming in triumph. "Ai! The price, it had big cost... but we know who is best monster! And it is me! Sim, my city has safe, and now it will thank me very much!--"
And that's when Mothra slips on the remaining ice and falls on her ass. Consider herself thanked. "...aiii," she groans plaintively, torn between sprawling and pouting. And seeing Godzilla then rise from the dead to Raid Again. Her eyes widen. But so does her grin. Giving a spirited attempt, the downed moth tries to flip herself back to a crouch, pushing her bare feet down against ice to hold her balance as she forces herself to face the immediate threat. Now, Pás has had a pretty wild life given her age. She's had a lot of things shot at her, half of them legal, one-third of them decent. But she doesn't think she's ever had a net sprung on her.
But, always willing to try new things, even if she doesn't even really have a choice in the matter, Mothra gets snagged. The net tethers her to the ground, tangling into her prop wings and, despite her most industrious of struggles, keeps her there. But Pás doesn't get long to stay there and ponder her situation. Ayame's return comes marked with that staff of hers, and it gives the Brazilian girl a date to remember. Struck again and again and again by the weapon, its passing leaving dark welts and smears of blood, the final blow upside her head comes in and makes her crumple, her body falling still against the ice.
But not for long. Never for long. With a groan and a raspy drag of her arm against ice, Pás pulls herself up, giving her head a harsh shake as if that will help the consciousness come in. Her head is killing her. Her whole body feels like it's on fire. She's not even sure if she'll be able to walk tomorrow.
She should give that girl a thank-you hug. Her grin surging back, brought on by a flare of sheer, masochistic joy, Pás gets her bearings and hooks both hands against the net. With a wheeze, she pulls and rips herself a way out, forced to leave her own wings behind in tatters as she ejects herself from the bindings like a literal insect from its coccoon. And staggering to her feet, bleeding and blinking dazedly, the girl turns an appraising glance back at Ayame, sprawled over the ice. She pouts a little. Then she remembers.
Mothra looks back at Gamera. The only one left standing. Her grin gets messy. This time she says nothing. She doesn't need to. As these two girls must eventually lock eyes... there's only one thing that needs to happen.
A heartbeat later, Pás is racing breakneck towards Cherise, careening through broken buildings and busted scenery, vaulting through her own damage on a reckless beeline straight for her. And, with her last bit of strength, last breath of energy, last second of consciousness, and no ounce of reason whatsoever, tries to collide straight at her with a crazed headbutt.
COMBATSYS: Pas can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Cherise dodges Pas' Zidane's Revenge.
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The burst of ice, mist, cool air, and -- cardboard buildings-- causes Cherise to clamp one hand down on the green knit cap atop her head, the bangs and tufts of hair sticking out around the back and around the earflaps wavering in the shockwave of the attack-- even shaking her wire out of it's spinning state, effectively ruining her wire routine for the audience.
Ayame falls first... but not without using a net against Pas-- and that's almost like cheating, but it's such good work from her little shrine maiden thief ancient lizard.
So it's over? Or not, now that Pas is ... running towards her.
Her wrist snaps, the wire snapping into the ice just beyond Pas with a loud *pak* noise. And diving out to her side, gripping on the wire and pulling as hard as she can, Cherise slides on her shell in a huge arc away from Pas and around the cardboard carnage of the arena before getting her boot grips down against the ice to slow herself down to a stop... and end up in a squat.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha~! I like you too."
Pulling hard on the length of silver, the hooked weight at the end snaps free and reels back in towards her bracelet. Turning to the crowd, the great green turtle throws up her arms to the audience and starts waving like she were the real winner here!
"Thank you! Thank you!"
COMBATSYS: Cherise takes no action.
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Log created on 19:03:03 03/23/2008 by Ayame, and last modified on 16:36:36 03/28/2008.