Description: Preston hates flowers! And he somehow ends up in a flowerbed. There he meets Iincyo, who decides to bite off a chunk of meatwall because it's oh so delicious! Will her desire to end the inter-school fighting finally be snuffed out?!
As of late, Preston Alistair Wellington the II has felt somewhat... lost. Unsure of where he's heading, knowing only that he's destined to once again clash staves with his father and hopefully vanquish the old man. But he feels rudderless, adrift; he's hit a plateau, and he knows it. His trainer, a rascally old uncle who lives in a warehouse at the docks, has stated as much. The only solution has been for the boy to 'mix it up' and try something different.
But right now, he feels really, really lost.
No, he's literally lost.
"Where the fuckin' hell am I?" the Brit grouses as only he can, staring out at the sea of flowers that make up the tranquil locale within Seijyun. Are they shaped like a giant whale being harpooned by a tanker? He's not entirely sure.
And why isn't he sure? Because it's presently dipping towards night time, visibility is lowering, and the school grounds are bound to close their gates pretty soon.
"Fuckin' 'ate flowers," he growls, lifting his oversized foot to stomp down onto a daisy that's actually out of place and due to be removed, not that he knows that.
Noticing a rather large .. person within the flower garden, Preston isn't the only one. In actuality, Iincyo is visiting Seijyun to speak to Yurika and a few others on the important subject of .. an upcoming activity. What it is is going to need to be kept a secret a bit longer, but it's sure going to be one that people will come out to see! ( Especially if Tiffany is involved ).
But with Preston seemingly lost in such a dark area, Iincyo heads over towards this larger boy, her steps rather light.. and her clothing the same way. It's warmer now, anyways, so Iincyo can afford to wear what she does. "Hmm? .. Oh you're in Seijyu-.. Don't do that!" Chairperson exclaims, unable to see what flower he stomps on. "This is the Flower Garden of Seijyun.. of course there will be flowers." She adds.
"But then you aren't sure where you are... You probably wouldn't know that, would you?" She adds in.. Chairperson standing nearby the much larger student.
"What were you visiting for I wonder.. perhaps a girlfriend or someone you met? This is an all girl school after all." She adds in once more, making a point of it, crossing her arms behind her as she begins to .. circle slightly.
"If you need help, however, I'm certain I could give you that as well... Chairperson, of Taiyo, speaking."
She feels the introduction is somewhat necessary.
Yes, if Tiffany is involved, it may well bring out the likes of Preston for a second appearance, however for the moment he seems entirely more engrossed in his current act of violence; crushing a flower. His big foot lifts, the oar that's slanted across his shoulders shifting, and he begins to drive his heel down over the unsuspecting victim--!!
But Iincyo's voice chimes in, and with a grunt the boot falls short of crushing the life out of the flower. Instead the bottom of his sole simply brushes the yellow daisy as the Brit lifts his gaze towards the speaker.
And then he squints as he listens, ultimately moving his foot besides the flower, nudging it slightly. It lives, for the moment. This apparent 'Chairperson' may not, however, as the tall boy's squint narrows to her level.
"What the fuck was that, engrish? If you're from Taiyo, what the hell are you doing here anyway?" The brute shifts the oar, letting the butt of it hit the ground beside him. It just narrowly misses the flower, bouncing up to land on the other side. Were it alive, it would no doubt be sweating. "And I don't need no help, but if you say I'm here to see some girl again, I might just wrap this oar around your skull a little to show you just how wrong you are, you get me?"
The big wooden oar is lifted, the blade of it waved in front of Iincyo to illustrate just how viable that warning is. But there's a hint of scarlet on the boy's cheeks; was the Chairperson closer to the mark than Preston's words would otherwise indicate?
"And flowers stink. I'm not surprised they have 'em all over this pansy-ass girl's school though," Preston adds for good measure, a sour grunt leaving him thereafter.
"I wouldn't think so. No one generally has a problem understanding me." She claims, hands behind her as she turns to Preston once more. "The is easy to explain.. I was here to meet a fellow president of student activities so that we could better prepare for what plans we've made in the past.. that's all. You can understand how busy it gets." Chairperson goes on to say, before the oar slams into the ground, the oar then suddenly lifted and waved infront of her face. But she stands rather still through it, arms behind her, jacket hanging there immobile, moving only as Preston waves his oar.
"They are for decoration, and improve the morale of the school, as well as the students mental state by simply being there. They add color to a rather dull locale that is usually disliked for a variety of reasons including homework, tests, and depressing grades.. some of which can be prevented. So to call them that.." She smirks... "I think it's a nice touch, anyways." She just jumps.
Noting the red color, even as the color fades from the sky, Chairperson wonders. "I won't dwell on your personal life.. it was rude of me to suggest such a thing." She draws away in an apology, hands hands shifting around, to be brought before her, held out and crossed.
"Moving on .. you said you were lost, weren't you? You must be from around here.. what school do you go to? I haven't seen you in Taiyo, and you certainly do not belong here... so what would bring you here, as well? Besides being lost.. usually you wouldn't enter Seijyun without a reason .. they're rather particular about who comes and goes, at times." She smirks at this.. and almost prepares for the oar to the face.
"Maybe," is all about all Preston has to say about the subject of flowers. He glances sidelong at the nearest prettily arranged flowerbed, deciding that he does indeed dislike the very sight of them in addition to the fragrance. There's a memory burning at the back of his mind concerning this very subject, but he bats it away in favor of the situation at hand.
Lifting the oar away from Iincyo's face, he slants it across his shoulders again. A smirk plays on his features as he considers a particular sarcastic response, but he instead opts for something closer to the truth; "If you must know, I just finished training. If you go to Taiyo, then you must be aware of this whole 'rival schools' thing, and the fighting between 'em. Hell, I doubt you're a fighter, but you've gotta be aware of it."
Those hazel eyes have judged her as nothing more than a social butterfly, a listener and confidante to those who can swing their fists with a burst of power. Almost patronizing, he steps forward, reaching out with his free hand in an attempt to mess her hair up.
"I go to Pacific, anyway. So if I'm at the all girl's school, I'm not far off from gettin' my ass home." This seems to please him, as he's apparently not as lost as he seems thanks to the girl's assistance.
"Thanks," he adds, as he steps by her. And it's not the oar to the face she needs to worry about. It's the sudden descent of his hand, on a slapping collision coarse with the girl's derriere--!!
"I'm working to fix that." Chairperson speaks to Preston, saying it rather plainly. "I know of the fighting.. but I don't believe that we need to fight just because we don't always get along. I'm trying to lace them together.. I'm the Chairperson of Taiyo High... I mentioned this... didn't I?" The girl asks to Preston, smiling as he glances around.
She particularly likes the flower bed.. it's interesting to her.. and beyond that.. she enjoys it. Far better than not, at least.. she needs to try and pitch something like it to the folks at Taiyo.. perhaps something will get passed to put flowers here and there, and not in one large location.
Turning to face back against her.. and then she suddenly finds her hairband, as well as hair, is under assault. Eyes wide, Chairperson blinks, before she's suddenly assaulted, hair being mussed up horribly, and then the horrible hand leaves her as she tries to brush it into SOME state.
Preston might notice a certain cowlick sticking out that is much like a .. Dan Hibiki. She's not related. It's just there. "Pacific? With Marisol and Luc.. correct?" She states. "And it is.. you're a ways away from the beach." She mentions. "And really.. please don't..."
And then WHACK. Her eyes go wide. She leaps, yelping, rubbing her rear as she lands.. and then falls into .. some kind of stance. "THAT of course should not be permitted.. and you are wrong.. I am a fighter.. and I taught myself everything. But what gives you the right to treat me like this .. Especially after I helped you.. If anything. You should apologize." She comments, arms crossed. "Otherwise, I will talk with Pacific's head. I'm sure he knows me."
Harsh.
The Brit turns out to be rather abusive in those moments, brushing her hair all out of place, stepping by her with a 'thanks' only to deliver a slap onto her bottom. There's a laugh from the brute as he continues to pace away, even as Iincyo leaps and yelps. It would seem that the entire ordeal amuses him, since he's essentially written her off as just another girl in Japan.
But it's what she goes on to say that causes Preston to give pause, turning slightly to look back at her. "So you'll go runnin' to some adult, huh...?" he questions, about to prove that he may well be cut from the same cloth as Marisol and Luc. "What kind of fighter does that?
"If you want an apology, then make me apologize!"
Anger boils into his voice as he turns fully, slamming one boot down onto the pathway. The oar clears his shoulders once more, twirled hand over hand with the finesse of a staff-fighter in front of him before he slams it into place under the opposing shoulder. The blade fans out wide, and he sports a definite smirk.
"If you've met my teammates, then I wager they've left an imprint on you, kid. You wanna lace the schools together, you should know by now it ain't gonna happen through words alone. So by all means; show me your moves.
"Or shut the fuck up. Either way, you're better off solving your problems without runnin' off to mummy and daddy, y'hear?"
COMBATSYS: Iincyo has started a fight here.
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Iincyo 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Preston has joined the fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
"I've fought them both." Chairperson exclaims, going on to mention. "They've both destroyed me .. it felt like I didn't have a chance." She also adds, making sure he knows what he's getting into.. and that's a whole different ball game. "I believe you're probably like them." She says, falling down into a stance, hands raised, body down in a lowered position so she can foresee things a bit better. "I know how it goes for you.. both of them also reacted the same way... but that doesn't mean I can't try something else." The oar is infront of him.. and that's going to be tough. She can see it right now.
But she doesn't fall back. "I'll make you do more than apologize.. and if you really want it that way .. I'll show you a fight then.. and I don't think you'll see anything like it!" She exclaims. "Because I'm going to be showing you just what I've learned.. and just what I might have to do to get you to listen..." She seems at least to be WILLING to throw herself into the gaping jaws of the sea. Or Preston.
She's not exactly enjoying this .. but she did say something stupid. Even then. She has to show him just how willing she is to do this. To try and CHANGE something, and to what extents. "So ... I'll settle this between us, the way you want!" She'll do more than just speak his language.
Charging off towards Preston, Iincyo's slightly faster than the girl might look, to begin with.. and sliding under his guard, or attempting to, she aims to go past the oar, and grip his center of mass.. and then leap into the air with a bit of a spiral.
And then send him spinning down, head first, into the ground.
"Here's .. what I learned from the wrestling club!"
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Iincyo's Tornado DDT.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
Unlike the other members of Pacific Resistance that Iincyo has faced, Preston is an obstacle by his sheer presence alone. Standing tall, the smirk fades into a faint grin as the girl decides to bring this down to his level and keep the adults out of it; it's for the best, really. Besides, the last thing Preston needs is to be beaten by the local police for sexual harassment, after all!
"Good," he states, watching as she dashes forward. Allowing her past the guard of his oar, he tests her strength out against his considerable bulk; she grips him around the middle, tugging him slightly, before rising up in an attempt to slam him face-first into the ground.
Perhaps if he had more hair, she'd be successful. As it stands, Preston dips forward -- and then stops himself, extending the oar forward to ensure that his momentum ceases before his face meets the pavement. Shrugging off her grip, he straightens, letting his hazel gaze cut with a deadly intent towards her. Words fly from his mouth, the last few accompanied by spittle.
"Nice try, but that's not good enough! The wrestling club though, huh. Yeah, I bet you're REAL popular with them, especially with an ass as firm as that!"
With the attempt designed to unsettle, Preston takes to the offensive with more than just words; he swings the oar out from under his shoulder, keeping a firm grip upon the shaft as he stabs the weapon forward. The broad blade slices through the air, closing what little gap there is between both combatants as he seeks to drive it deep into Iincyo's belly.
But if successful, the girl's problems will only just begin; he seeks then to lift her clear of the ground and high into the air, only to slam her back down again!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Iincyo with Bunting Tosser.
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Preston 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Iincyo
It'll probably end up the same way, honestly.. but that's just how it goes. This won't stop Iincyo from trying, at least. And there is when he lets her slide through.. and what happens is simply that Preston dips forwards, stopping himself.. and extending the oar forwards. The momentum is stopped, and all she gets is another 'TRY HARDER!'. She is.
But that's about when he starts talking again.
"Hey... I'm the events coordinater.. the Chairperson of Taiyo High.. I meet each st-" And that's when Preston comes barrelling at her, traveling at a speed that she isn't ready for. It's simply what happens, though. the broad blade slicing through the air.. the oar comes towards her, slamming into the tiny Iincyo, and she clings to it hard, lifting up .. and then slamming her straight down, the girl rolling back from the assault into some posies.. as she kicks off her back, and leaps to her feet.. she doesn't bother to slow down.
"That's nice to hear.. but you see.. I'm only going to give up this time .. when you make me! I'm done just being tossed around!" She might be fiery, but lets see if she can't burn someone instead of flickering out!
Leaping forwards, Iincyo rushes straight towards Preston.. bringing back a fist as she kicks off the ground, flipping in the air, planning to go around the oar, and plant a fist towards his face!
It might sting more than he expects, if he lets it happen.
"Let's .. show you what else I can do!" The fist slams towards his face.. but he might have seen THIS one many times before.
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Iincyo's Strong Punch.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Iincyo
After slamming the petite girl back down to earth, Preston watches warily as she kicks back up to her feet. Yeah, there's definitely a fighter's spirit under that physique; it just needs to be fine-tuned, the deadwood of evading action swept aside to allow the fighting spirit within out. But that's his opinion, of course. Talking proves a major part of the Brit's game, as it always does.
"Good!" he roars the word as she charges back at him. Almost lazily, he rotates the oar, the blade pointing behind him as he watches her progress. "You can't let yourself be picked on all your fuckin' life!" Is he talking about her anymore, one might wonder? But there's no time to wonder, not when a fist is flying for his face.
Preston grunts, weathering himself to take the blow. And thus he does, leaning forward as he turns one cheek, allowing the fist to plaster itself against his impressively dense cheekbone. His face smooshes to one side, but it doesn't faze him for the moment.
That hazel gaze never leaves Iincyo's face as he swings his body in response, bringing the oar through in a quick thrust. Rather than upset that pretty face of hers, he instead seems to be aiming once again for her middle!
Thus, a potentially belly-busting thrust is delivered, the butt of the oar seeking to rip the air right out of her body!
COMBATSYS: Iincyo dodges Preston's Medium Strike.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Iincyo
The blade points backwards.. Iincyo looking closely. "No .. I haven't been.. but I won't let anyone be.. at least I'll try my best.. and eventually.. I'll finally understand what I need to do." She exclaims.. such as when Preston weathers the blow, leaning forwards, his face meeting her fist.. it doesn't.. he's strong. She notes this immediately.
And then his entire body is in motion. Chairperson has to be quick on her feet, and thankfully.. you bet she is. This time, the giant oar in a quick thrust is used instead to vault off of.. a foot pressing against the wooden weapon as it erupts forth, and the body of the girl using it as a diving board, pressing both feet against it before vaulting backwards and off, preventing her from being struck.. it's effective, at least.
"Almost had me that time.. but maybe I am learning.. I've fought a few Gedo students.. a few Pacific... but you know .. it's always the one closet to home that give me the hardest time." She notes.. her jacket rippling.. before she immediately falls into a stance.
Her body hits the ground, and the rest of her does too, as the girl begins to regulate the flow of energy through her body, as well as her chi.. focusing, brining it up and out as she plans to .. really get down to business.
"I haven't even begun.. but you'll see it!" She mentions, face echoing her focus.
"I promised something different.. so I'll deliver!"
COMBATSYS: Iincyo gathers her will.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1 Iincyo
With his thrust gone awry, there's a sour grunt from Preston as the Chairperson proves swift to use the butt of the oar in such a way. It's actually rather impressive, the speed displayed there; he didn't think her petite little frame would be quite so agile.
The Brit spends a moment to watch as she talks, landing to regulate her period or whatever it she's doing. He can feel it in the air though, and he grinds his teeth in annoyance. She's charging for something, and he's wary of what that may be. This girl is an unexpected package.
"Like I'm gonna let that stop me," the growls the words out to himself, stepping forward to swiftly close the gap. It may well be he who is diving into the deep end now, leaping headfirst into murky waters. This could well be a trap, and there's no friendly Admiral to warn him of this.
"Then quit flappin' ya fuckin' gums and deliver!" Preston roars the words out as he completes his forward movement. Swinging the oar wide, he brings it up into a vertical slash -- but it's too wide, and deliberately so! What he seeks is to bring the agile nature out again, to have Iincyo moving to the side...
So that his fingers may grip her neck like an iron vice, crushing painfully down as he summons forth his own chi. Manifesting in the air behind him, long slivers of white-blue energy fan out, floating for a brief moment before they slash forward, aiming for a painful, spiteful impact with her torso! If she won't deliver, he will!
COMBATSYS: Iincyo blocks Preston's Cape Horn Fever.
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Preston 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Iincyo
"Yeah.. I didn't expect it to." Is what Iincyo says in response. That is. Before she's assaulted by the man.. Preston roaring out his words, the vertical slash brought towards her. But she doesn't move. Instead, she weather's the storm, and the iron vice like grip crushes down anyhow, the chi manifesting in slivers.. that slash towards her torso. Even with her arms up .. she can swear they're somewhat numb now.
"Ah .. that was something .. but I promise it! So I'll deliver..." And she certainly does. Bounding towards Preston.. she suddenly begins a few actions that he might not be expecting, completely.
Her hands flash outwards as she moves with the chi, spinning around once as she immediately heads towards Preston.. lashing out her arms like a rocket towards him, a palm erupting first, and then following that, a powerful motion involving the other palm.. and to completely dedicate herself to the assault, a rushing assault with both feet rising one after another! "Hi-YAH!"
She's going to be drawing EVERYTHING SHE HAS at him this time. What's worse? She's really thrusting hard... the final action spinning around with a heavy kick, if it gets that far.
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Iincyo's Rock Breaker Stance EX.
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Preston 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Iincyo
With his attack thwarted, Preston decides that he's deciding to dislike this girl. And that's a very bad thing, because it means he's starting to see the world through a haze of red. Anger rising, he growls as his chi strike is blocked by the arms of Iincyo; and when she retaliates, he simply weathers it again.
Everything she has physically just doesn't seem enough, not as the meat wall that is the British Brute simply stands there, failing to budge so much as an inch as the rushing assault comes to a close with that spinning heel kick. It strikes the tall boy's shoulder, clobbering down, but still he remains firm and strong despite it all.
It's like hitting a wall. And that's what Preston intends too burst right through as he gathers himself. With her so very close, he decides to retaliate immediately. Stepping forward, it isn't the oar that Iincyo needs to worry about.
Lifting his free arm high, a guttural roar rips out from the Brit's mouth as he slams the appendage down in a clobbering clothesline. There's that musky underarm to be concerned with, but there's an inherit amount of pain that accompanies the strike, should it prove successful.
But this is no simple clothesline. It's a clothesline packed with an absurd amount of muscle, aiming to send the girl absolutely flying! "Hi-yah this, ya little tramp!"
COMBATSYS: Iincyo dodges Preston's Running Rigging.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1 Iincyo
More anger from the man? Chairperson isn't completely one to not understand this, of course. The haze of red.. she could do without though. With Preston standing there, unmoving.. her attack .. almost bounces off him? "..What..." Iincyo states, before Preston steps forwards, the free arm is lifted up, the Brit slamming his arm down in a clothesline.. and that's when she tries her DAMNEDEST to be out of the way. With the arm coming down, she grasps onto the arm, moving with it, sent up and across.. as she releases, being flung a bit in the air, but landing relatively safely, compared to being HOOKED by the thing.
Flipping forwards, after landing of course, Iincyo is in motion once more, attempting to go for just what she tried earlier. "Tramp? .. Just because I wear something that's fitting doesn't mean I'm a tramp.. and I'm not going to give you any enjoyment from this .. on purpose. I'm sure you're getting it anyways. The others did as well." She comments.
She's come to expect this.
As she closes the gap, she aims to slide under his guard once more, before grasping for his leg, raising it upwards, and then trying to raise him upwards, kicking off the ground, and then spinning him back into the ground.
She just has to rely on these.. there's nothing weak that'll probably make a dent in this beast that she has!
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Iincyo's Tornado DDT.
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Preston 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Iincyo
Again, Iincyo proves elusive. And it's nearly enough to make Preston crack his teeth or grind them into dust, because it's pissing him right the hell off. He enjoys his opponents agony too much, and right now it's being denied rather well by the nimble little so-and-so.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," the Brit explains, spending a moment to shoulder the oar as she puts a mild bit of distance between them. "I don't get any enjoyment off of you; you look like you're about fourteen, for starters. Plus you're as flat as all get out. What can I say? I like my girls with an actual figure."
But it seems that the Chairperson is running out of tricks, because this seems eerily familiar. The gap is closed, and the attempt made again to hoist him and send him spinning onto his face. Again, Preston shuts the gate, proving simply too heavy to really lift and toss. He again extends his oar, stopping any downwards progress.
If anything, Iincyo may well have a herniated disk long before she manages to lift the burly Brit and send him tumbling. He laughs at her attempt all the same, left with little more than mild discomfort.
"C'mon, you said you were gonna deliver! Stop disappointing me."
And without further adieu, he aims to drive his knee right up into her torso.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Iincyo with Light Kick.
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Preston 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Iincyo
As Iincyo attempts to prevent the assault, all she gets in response is the knee driving through her guard and causing her to collapse backwards... gasping slightly, Chairperson takes this time to go all out, shaking her head.. and pulling back a few steps. "I said that right? ... That I'd deliver... well... I .. still mean it.." She's getting winded. Is it all over for person of the CHAIR!?
Not before she runs against him twelve more times. Backing up from the heavy strike, Chairperson really isn't in a position to continue. She should back off. She should stop this .. she should do something, but instead, she takes a bit of time to focus something into strength .. she'll make sure the next shot .. really damn hurts.
Maybe he'll shut the hell up while he's at it!
But continuing on, Chairperson suddenly breaks at Preston. "So .. I'm not going to go against my word!" She exclaims, as she drives herself in close again, bringing back a leg. And then thrusting it forwards, slamming a palm at his midsection again as well..
And then bending around his body, grasping his arm, and wrenching it this way.. the WRONG way, before repeating it with the other, twisting it around himself.. before kneeing him in the body as hard as she can, and then with the rest of her might..
Somehow trying to flip him over her shoulder with the sudden burst of energy.
"I'm not interested in you anyways... so it works out!"
COMBATSYS: Iincyo successfully hits Preston with Textbook Combination.
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Preston 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Iincyo
Oh, there's that bit of joy; his knee driving into her midsection. It brings a wolfish grin to the face of the Brit, who proves sadistic in his enjoyment of such pain as she collapses away, gasping. Standing somewhat over her, he watches warily as the Chairperson backs away, only to charge right on in.
"Yeah, don't break your promise now," he says as she breaches, before deciding that this must be the moment; and he should probably try to defend! But with the sudden burst of energetic speed, Iincyo proves the faster. Every strike lands, his defenses a fraction too slow to stop the damage that radiates out as first one arm and then the other is twisted and wrenched into awful positions. Each elicits a grunt from the towering brute. That knee drives in, and then she utilizes supreme leverage to flip him over her shoulder and into the air.
"Yeah, she delivered," Preston laments in the air, crashing onto the pavement a moment later. His massive body bounces, and he spends a moment sliding before pushing himself up into a three-point stance. Again, he finds himself seeing red, and he gives a heavy snort through his nose, like a bull eyeing off the matador. It's his turn to deliver.
Normally, this would lead to one hell of a headbutt, a thundering gore followed by an uppercut. But thinking smarter, he instead opts for another of his specialized attacks.
The ground beneath Iincyo suddenly swells with a burst of watery chi, a fountain of energy aiming to send the girl skyward! There, if lofted successfully, she'll meet Preston as the Brit leaps up to meet her, so he may drive the oar square into her belly and drive her right back down to earth!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Iincyo with Azimuth Circle.
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Preston 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Iincyo
In the end, Preston is crashing into the pavement.. the body bouncing before coming up. He's .. seeing red? Oh this is bad. Especially as the ground beneath her swells with that watery chi.. and the fountain of energy sends her skywards. Flailing. "What..WOAH!"
Launched up, she's really easy to notice, jacket whipping in the wind as she falls.. and then Preston meets her.
Oh this isn't enjoyable. Driven back to earth, Chairperson coughs and hacks, rolling to the side to lay on her back. "You .. hit pretty hard.. but .. I'm not .. done.. yet." She laments.. she won't give up.. but it hurts to keep going. She'll just end it by going .. for broke.
Suddenly, she flips to her feet, and launches towards Preston.. glowing with a bright blue energy. "You ... aren't done with me .. just YET!"
And then tries to hick .. the back of his calf?
COMBATSYS: Iincyo successfully hits Preston with Lecture Attack.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Iincyo
Striking with the kick, Chairperson begins to speak. A whole lot more, too. TO PRESTON'S PROBABLE DISLIKE.
"Whatever you were here for .. you probably had a reason ... but I'm not sure what that is, because all.. I've gotten from you .. is just word after word about how I'm weak.. or I'm lacking something .. and Luc and Marisol.. both of them love to fight.. like you right?... Well let me explain!" Yes, yelling, the blue aura surrounding her. She gets him off kilter, and strikes with blue palms, before lashing out with a few kicks.. and then wagging her finger at him.
"Well.. I don't really enjoy fighting .. but it seems to be the only way to get .. through .. TO YOU AND THE OTHERS!" She puts all her strength behind a final kick to knock him back .. perhaps a foot if she's lucky.
And then gasps for air, kneeling on the ground. "Hah.. So many .. violent... parts of the schools... I want to .. change that.." She can barely stand, bloody as heck, roughed up terribly, and tired.. very tired.
Also a sitting duck.
It seems that with the end nigh, Iincyo is finally showing more than just a fighting spirit; she's showing a power that's gone unwitnessed so far, and that's a pity. Definitely a late bloomer, this one, but it's cost her.
After driving her down into the ground, Preston simply smirks as he stands over her, the oar still keeping her pinned for the moment. "Heh," he sounds, before it all turns around, starting with that kick to the back of his leg. It tumbles onwards as she unleashes a devastating combination of fists and feet, driving the tall boy back when he figured she had nothing left in the tank!
The final kick sends him stumbling, arms spinning like a windmill as he struggles to maintain his balance. Only by slamming the oar down does he manage that, leaning against it as he watches Iincyo slump down to hands and knees.
"Don't lump me with those two, kid," Preston declares, frowning down at the Chairperson. "You know about as much about me as I do about you, but I can tell you're an idealist. You want this whole 'rival schools' thing to end, and peace across the land, somethin' nice like that, right? But you're right. People enjoy fightin' too much to stop so easily."
As he speaks, he steps forward. And ultimately, he aims to grip her by the hair and slam her back onto the ground, figuring he may as well give her a hand.
"Take a load off and catch some Z's. Sorry to tell you, but your dreams are the only place where that's gonna happen."
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Iincyo with Quick Throw.
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It's more of a last action, go berserk, try as hard as she can .. ain't gonna have a chance otherwise play. But it doesn't work at all.. "Alright.. maybe .. I shouldn't have.... I .. apologize." Iincyo is lumped in the center of the garden.. or at least near it, as she's suddenly gripped by the hair.. and slammed to the ground.
The hair.. it has to be .. the hair. Iincyo laments this, before she staggers.. weak, tired, and unable to really do anything. "Maybe.. agh.. that's .. for the best." She can barely get out.. before after being whipped like a ragdoll.. stumbling over a trash can.
The can begins to roll really slowly at Preston, although with some force behind it, because she tripped over it, sending it towards him!
It might even stop halfway between the two.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo can no longer fight.
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Preston 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Preston dodges Iincyo's Random Weapon.
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Preston 0/-------/---====|
The trash can rolls, and rolls, and rolls. And by the time it reaches Preston, he simply sidesteps it as he walks up to Iincyo again. It's clear that she's down and out, but for the moment he simply frowns down at her, spending the time to think and wonder.
Clearly, this girl has a dream. And doesn't he? Isn't he still breathing simply for the purpose of knocking his father, his namesake, down a few pegs?
With a heavy sigh, he shoulders his oar, feeling rather ragged and pained; he had training prior to this fight, and the girl's put forth an outstanding performance, all told. "Don't give up on that dream," he informs her, not entirely sure or caring if she's conscious enough to take the advice. "Even if it seems impossible, don't give up on it."
Quite potentially the most touching piece of advice that Preston has ever given someone. But there's something that resonates in the girl's plight that seems eerily familiar to his own personal battle.
With a shake of his head, Preston strides away towards the school gates, intent on getting something to fill his empty belly.
And that yellow daisy never did get trampled.
Log created on 21:58:07 04/24/2008 by Preston, and last modified on 02:42:30 04/25/2008.