Description: Still hungry, Preston comes across Diana next on his world tour of ... his high school. While eating! But with Diana seeking a blind girl, and Preston seeking to ease his hunger, will their paths cross to the explosive explosion of oar and rapier?! Why yes, yes it will.
This is hardly what she had expected for the day. Seemingly appearing from air, the dark blue haired amazon lands infront of the school.. having traveled rather quickly to get here. But she wasn't really in a hurry.. at least she told herself that. She has went through innumerable projects, and half of them she never sees again when the day is over. Transferred to another, she usually ends up closing the door on them .. and then never seeing them again.
But Igniz really was doing what was best, wasn't he? He could tell, somehow, which would be the best, which would survive.. and which would be kept because of this or that. It broke her heart when their 'new attempt' was deemed .... a failure. She never thought she'd see the girl again.
Summer may have started, but the air was still crisp and cool in the evening, sun in the sky as it began to lower.. reflecting off the goggles of the amazon, who strode forwards after taking in the sight. She could have only hoped, since she heard a certain project was on the loose, that maybe someone did find her, took her in, and she was living a better life. This school was only for the most elite.. and the cost would be enormous, she can tell just from looking at the campus, her footsteps falling lightly from the almost knee high black boots on her frame, the blue skirt like cloth trailing her.
She walks as if she had a purpose.. which she really does. After all.. she actually left the lab, and is doing some footwork for NESTS for the first time since she can remember.
It really does matter to her, in the end. The butterfly is just fluttering around, for now.
It might be crisp and cool, but even though it is the evening that doesn't mean that Preston Alistair Wellington the II is going to do something sane like button up his shirt. Leaving the cafeteria, the burly Brit seems intent on munching on a high-protein meal consisting of meat and more meat; the good kind of meat, of course.
Thus, with a burger the size of his fist in one hand and the oar slanted across his shoulders with the other, the young lad is indeed on his way across campus towards the dormitories. There's a night of study ahead for him, and it's best that he sees to it; school never really ends, after all, since this is Japan.
Striding across the path that leads in from the gates, the Brit finds himself in a unique position. That is to say, he turns his head slightly, and sees that goggle-wearing Amazon standing there, with all of that hair. His footsteps slow to a halt.
His teeth rip into the burger, and he munches contentedly as he simply, for lack of a better term, stares at Diana. Who is this woman, he must be wondering, amidst a torrid of other thoughts perhaps not fit for discussion. "Christ, she's a tall one," he murmurs to himself, spitting a few specs of burger out with each word. He resumes chewing, and swallows, and continues to stare. It isn't precisely the stare of a teen, those hazel eyes squinted with potential suspicion... which is about how Preston always stares at the world.
Her path is unwavering as she slowly heads in, her stomach bare, her legs as well.. only when she walks however, and her arms rather bare too. But she doesn't mind her dress.. the cold is something different, crisp compared to the somewhat dull cold of the laboratory ... or the heat of it when it's stressful. Why, she wonders, does it become so warm always when you're stuck on something.. perhaps it was a psychological reasoning.
But it seems that the Amazon is being watch, Diana feeling a pair of eyes on her as she heads forwards. And then suddenly stops, raising a hand upwards to look through the dimming light, somehow brighter in it's death than when it truly lives. It takes her a moment to pinpoint just where the eyes have parked their owner..
But what she hears is how she finds Preston finally, turning around rather quickly to look upon the teenager... if you could indeed call the teen who happens to be actually taller than her, as well as far meatier, a teenager.
She briefly makes an idea what to to perhaps make her next focus on .. Kula and K9999 seem to have their own functions.. but beyond Maxima, have they ever made or enhanced something to be physically enduring, instead of simply skilled?
The thought, a tangent, is fleeting as the amazon raises an eyebrow to the boy, crossing her arms.. and then taking a step towards him. "I'm looking for a student, Shurui." Being the most she ends up saying, not having sized up the boy completely.. but from his manners at eating, she already doesn't seem to like him much.
Maybe that will change. "Does she go here?" Unfortunately, while she walks.. she's rather well restrained. No jiggle. At all.
The question comes as Preston simply watches her progress. Those hazel eyes don't really seem all that interested, but it can be hard to tell with him. Regardless, it seems he's more interested in the burger itself, munching away contentedly as the Amazon steps up to the proverbial plate.
Eyeing her off still, the Brit hears the question, but doesn't immediately respond. Instead he chews, still watching her, taking his time of it before he finally swallows the meat and bun within his mouth. Shifting the oar that slants across his shoulders, he finally opts to respond to her; "Don't know who you're after. Ain't heard of her. Or is it a guy? I'm never sure with some of these names."
With that, and a shrug, he starts walking towards the dormitories again, departing the walkway for the soft green of some nearby grass rather than continue to follow the path. Why take the long way, when he can make his own shortcut? In fact, it looks as if he's going to step right on through a little garden bed, if he doesn't deviate his course. "Good luck findin' whoever it is though, eh?" he says over his shoulder, apparently dismissing Diana in favour of the burger.
He doesn't seem to react.. perhaps due to his still ongoing interest in her with his eyes. She wasn't bad looking by any means, and she wouldn't be an amazon if she didn't have some look to her. But with the Brit taking his good old time, shifting something on his shoulders, Diana waits for a response. Any. She seems to be rather patient.
And then he just goes on to say he doesn't know, unsure of the names, and begin walking straight towards the dormitories.. she can notice the path is off to a tangent that she doesn't think is somewhat normal. Maybe he knows something still..
Something else catches the amazon's eye, which involves a garden bed in his way. As well as the fact that Preston has answered her question .. and now finds it better to head away. Normally she would let him off..
But someone put effort into those flowers. What Preston will see first is the path where he was going..
And then a blur of blue, something sliding out from the skirt of that blue blur, and ending up pointing right to Preston.. it's a blade of an incredibly thin weapon.. and since this is Pacific.. he might recognize it as a fencing sabre, or a rapier. A stylized butterfly as the hilt. And it's gently poking him.
"Again. Where is Shurui? She is blind, young.. and in Southtown. She frequents the YFCC." And with a light 'prod', she makes her next words very short. "Talk."
Just what is it with Preston and flowers? Whatever their eternal struggle through darkness and light may be, it seems that Diana -- coupled with her paranoia -- wishes to ensure that the darkness is not crushed by the Brit's overwhelming light. Or heavy boot, anyway.
Thus, he's prodded by that fencing weapon. Thus, he pauses, looking down at the offending point. It's a good thing that there's not a whole lot of force behind that prod, certainly, but it seems to be enough to still the lumbering brute.
Turning to regard Diana, he rather visibly shifts the massive oar that slants his shoulders, wanting it to be noted just so this woman knows what she's dealing with. He may as well have a neon sign pointing at the oar, in fact. "Like I said; I don't know this blind slut you're talkin' about, alright? So why don't you get that thing out of my side before I decide to make you, huh?"
Towering over the tall woman, he seems to be playing up his physique as best he can. Preston is pure muscle, and a whole lot of it. He shifts his shoulders, making himself appear even larger than he is, the muscles bulging from beneath that open white shirt of us. There may as well be a neon sign on his muscles as well, which might be something for marketing to look into if they want to better advertise Preston to the masses.
COMBATSYS: Preston has started a fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Diana has joined the fight here.
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Diana 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
To quote every overused line that can be, Diana is trying to make sure Preston gets the .. point. But as shifts the oar, her eyes moves to them. You don't need signs to tell Diana what to look for, or when to look for it. She's quite versed in taking the time to read everything about her. Preston is just another object for the moment.. but one she's paying attention to.
That's a large weapon, but his words are more bothering, finalizing her dislike for the boy. A slut? Using his force in a threatening manner, as it was second nature.. as well as the large muscles that seen to almost surround her. Flexing. Flexing.. Bulging muscles all around her.
It gets to her. Juuuust a bit. Just a teeensy tiny bit. Gritting her teeth, her mood is completely soured, and a vein might be visible, her hand not holding the blade balling up in a fist, clenching as hard as she possibly can, before thrusting the weapon towards the brutes side, giving him a right good poke, or trying to, to show just what he's dealing with.
"I didn't come here to beat up school kids. I came here to find her.. and some musclebound brute isn't going to prevent me."
Seems the amazon doesn't take a liking to tough talking, large muscled, alpha males. Who'd have thought it?
COMBATSYS: Diana successfully hits Preston with Weapon Jab.
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Diana 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Whatever demeanor that Preston is taking, it seems that it's definitely working a number on Diana; the woman is incensed, to the point where she uses the rapier to assault the young boy. He sees it coming. She's fast, he can tell, but he doesn't so much as move from the strike. The tip digs into his ribs, and there's a grunt from the boy; that smarts. She either hit him right on a bone, or she's got some strength behind her.
"Well if you didn't come here to beat up school kids," Preston replies, squinting down at her, "You're sure asking for it anyway. Like I said, I don't know where she is, I don't give a flying fuck, and I'm also not going to get in your way. Well, until now. You get my point?"
And utilizing that overused line verbally, the Brit adds emphasis; he shifts the oar off his shoulder, bringing the butt end of it down to poke Diana right back. The only difference? This boy is a pervert; he aims to poke Diana square in the chest, bringing the oar down instead of angling it in to hit her in the side.
Two can play the poke game!
COMBATSYS: Diana fails to counter Weapon Jab from Preston with Zion's Retort.
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Diana 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Preston
And as Preston comes with the oar, bringing it around.. she tries to bring her blade up to prevent the oar from getting through at all.. but unfortunately, the oar crashes through the quick strike, and instead, Preston's oar goes straight past the rapier.. and causes her to stagger back, almost falling on the flowers before she flips over them, holding the blade out, far infront of her. It battered the damn wind out of her. That's going to be, perhaps, the only time she's going to stand still for this brute.
"It was more of your attitude than anything else that bothers me." She quips, moving the blade up and down a slight bit, pointing at the Preston. "A few other things .... have there been any new students in the other schools in Southtown?"
While holding the blade out, she circles about the garden.. going back to the grass, and away from the flowers, holding the blade between both herself and Preston in a single hand. The oar will be tricky to bypass, but she believes that the man will live up to the 'slow but powerful' belief that has held for so many times in the past.
Beyond that? Her chest hurts.
After the strike, Preston shoulders the oar again. It's with a weighing gaze that he looks at her now, intent on sizing her up as a fighter rather than sizing her up as a potential piece of meat to bring back to his room; hey, it could happen, right? But it's unlikely, particularly with the appearance of that weapon. In his experience, girls don't walk around with rapiers without knowing how to use them. He hasn't exactly run into a lot though, but he hears there's a guy around school who fights with a rapier. He also hears that guy might be gay, but that's another story.
Cracking his neck, it would seem that the Brit is going to live up to the stereotype that she calls to mind. Big, and potentially slow; but is he? Cut from a different cloth, the boy looks annoyed as she questions him further.
"What the fuck does that matter? You think I keep up with the enrolment lists for each school around town? I don't give a flying fuck; why don't you go to the other schools and ask them directly, huh? Although I doubt they'd be givin' out any information to giant creepy women with swords."
Coming to his own stereotype for Diana, the Brit opts to help her out. "Here, let me show you how to leave the property," he adds, leaping over the flower bed and towards the Amazon. As he leaps, he thrusts his arm forward, the shaft of the oar whistling through his fingertips as he extends it to its maximum range -- aiming to crush into Diana's ribs and send her flying back!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Diana with Bunting Tosser.
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Diana 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Preston
As Preston assaults her with his mouth, what comes next is far worse.. he assaults her with his oar, and as she leaps backwards to get out of the way, she finds the footing to be a little slippery, and the amazon is slammed straight in the ribs, flying backwards before hitting the wall of the school, crumpling.
This isn't what she really prefers at all.
But the amazon is hard pressed to stay down, and leaps to her feet afterwards, pulling back the rapier for the moment, and sliding it away.. before she pulls out something in particular. It's an odd, colorful blade, sharp and small.. but also something that has one hell of alot of force behind it. "And I think I'll actually deal with you another way then..." She comments, "Because I've had enough of this."
And then the small blade is tossed with all her might.. and that's quite a bit of might, flying through the air in an intention to strike, and dig, into Preston. To be beaten by a brute.. that's bothersome in it all.. but perhaps one of the reasons she dislikes that a bit more.
"You would do well to actually pay attention to the world around you."
"It's in horrible condition."
COMBATSYS: Diana successfully hits Preston with Blade of the Amazon.
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Diana 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Preston
Landing lightly for a man his size, Preston observes as the Amazon gets right back up. And again, he watches her warily, still waiting to see how she moves, trying to anticipate what her next move will be. The time has come for him to evolve as a fighter; what makes her think he's not paying attention? He certainly is, and right now the center of his attention is squarely on her.
Thus when she whips out that blade, he begins twirling the oar; does he plan to batter the knife out of the air? That's precisely what he does as she throws it, aiming to intercept the weapon with the solid, unyielding wood of his own weapon. But Diana shows a remarkable feat of strength there. The blade travels too fast for his oar to block.
And it thunks into his shoulder rather nicely, driving the Brit back with a grunt. He somehow avoids landing in the flower bed, stepping back over it as he rips the blade from his shoulder. "Christ, you're a regular tomboy, aren't you? You pre-op or post-op?"
Did she say something? Whatever it was, it seems that Preston is more in favor of antagonizing his opponent, tossing the blade over his shoulder as he keeps a wary watch on her. His eyes narrow to a squint.
Squint.
COMBATSYS: Preston focuses on his next action.
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Diana 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Preston
And that's .. a troubling happening. The blade strikes, as much as she had hoped it too.. and it travels straight through the guard he attempts. As it's also designed to do.. but it hasn't really seemed to effect Preston quite as much as she had hoped.. or perhaps was that more?
He is a mountain of meat. What could she have hoped for?
As he rips the blade out, the Amazon walks forwards, somewhat slowly. "I'm neither, thank you." The blade is held out infront of her a she takes a few steps closer.. before lashing out.
But it's an odd maneuver to him, and he just might not see it coming. Might not.. because for all intents and purposes, this is something that shouldn't be done with any kind of rapier. Dashing in, Diana slides the rapier between Preston's legs.. but aims instead to pull it back, behind his leg, before using her strength, and perhaps his unbalance, to yank the leg straight up.
And then, of course, toss him farther away from the flowers. Her movements are quick and fluid, and she's nearly a blur as she goes, but Preston's probably going to be able to see it in the end, as he takes the time to watch her.. she could stand off as well, but it would get her nowhere.
"I'm just a mother searching for my lost child."
If she had gotten that leg.. she whips it to the ground. Along with the Preston.
COMBATSYS: Preston fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Diana with Queen's Regulations.
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Diana 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Preston
Keeping it short and sweet, Preston thinks he sees an opening. When she comes for him, aiming to put that rapier close to places that it should NEVER, EVER go, the Brit steps forward and swings the air, aiming for her scalp. But for whatever reason, he doesn't connect in time.
When she becomes a blur, Preston finds himself moving against his own volition. Within the blink of an eye, he's several paces further away from the flower bed, and begin deposited on his back!
Cue him blinking in surprise, before he hurriedly rolls backwards over one shoulder, sliding into a three-point stance fluidly for a man his size and stature. "Yeah, don't really give a shit. You gave birth to some blind child? Don't care, luv." Instead the Brit twists the oar in his hands, waiting to see what she's got him next!
Preston finds himself, this time, prevented from his strike. He doesn't connect in time.. this is quite true.. because the rapier's moved in a way only the skillful could expect.. and even then, it's more than difficult. But Preston's movement forwards, heavy fists moving straight for her scalp get too close, the hands brushing against her hair, the woman almost seeming to blur as she follows through..
Ending up with him on his back, Diana, meanwhile, is standing nearby, the rapier held out infront of her, her motions leaving her, mostly, still able to defend herself. "I figured you would say such a thing." A smile creeps to her mouth as she holds the blade out yet, keeping it pointed towards Preston.. and yet his stance is something she has to focus on especially. She has been proven wrong more than once in this fight..
And with the Brit twisting the oar about, she takes the time to watch his style, to notice the flaws in his stance, in his fighting style, and most of all .. his previous reactions.
"No. Not birth. I gave her life, but I didn't birth her."
"You wouldn't care, anyways. You and all of the students.. just blind to the world around you." She waves the rapier around infront of her a bit, to make a point, the other hand up slightly.. standing with a side facing him nearby a few trees.. and the wall, of course.
COMBATSYS: Diana focuses on her next action.
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Diana 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Preston
"So let me get this straight," Preston seeks clarity, still waiting to see what she does next. Is he going to attack? Apparently not, since he seems fit to simply hold his stance and wait to see what she does next. He's a very patient man at times. It's pretty much what most people may expect from such a towering mountain of muscle and meat.
"You've come waltzing into this school, and you're for some reason expecting teenagers to see past their own lives and into the wild blue yonder? To actually notice somethin' other than themselves?"
The Brit laughs, a loud, cutting sound. "Christ lady, you're a regular looney, aren't ya? You're off your fucking rocker if you had some kind of expectation to the contrary. So why don't you shove your pretty little ideal world concept up your ass and do something other than stand there? Fight or flight, take your pick."
And all the while, he's regaining his composure, letting his adrenalin flow to grant him back some precious, lost endurance...
COMBATSYS: Preston gains composure.
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Diana 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Preston
As Preston holds his stance, watching her as well.. she notices him .. standing there, and as he begins to talk? She listens. It's the least she can do .. especially as she began this conversation. But the words are far from what she wants to hear. Especially as he seeks to regain what he's doing .. and what speed. She almost curses as she can tell renewed vigor flowing through the teen.
But to his harsh words, about how she's crazy, Diana can only smirk at, taking a slow, structured walk once more towards Preston. He must see this, perhaps, alot.
"You wouldn't understand the imprinting progress.. but I'm doing this to seek her.. so she can help us again." The slow, silent walk continues towards the Brit, as he laughs. It breaks the silence pretty simply, and the blue haired woman is far from simply going to walk away for one .. and two.. she's going to try and teach this larger brute of a teen a lesson.
"I actually didn't expect otherwise." She states, the blade whipping up towards Preston, to face him.
"I was being optimistic." And then her hand blurs, thrusting forth to the weakspot she's pinpointed before, jabbing the rapier with all her speed straight towards the stomach, a bit lower.. and a bit to the side, trying to slide nearly the entire blade towards the meaty wall..
And at the speed she's going.. it might actually be capable.
COMBATSYS: Preston just-defends Diana's Deep Strike!
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Diana 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Preston
He's waiting for it. The words, still aimed to antagonize and get under the Amazon's skin, flow from his smart-talking mouth. Everything he does is aimed to aggrevate and annoy, to put his opponent off their A-Game and bring them down to his level; he wants them dirty, he wants them to become a scrapper. He wants them to feel bad.
It's rather vindictive, but that's Preston. While it's gamesmanship from him, it can be considered somewhat rude to other people. At that smirk and the walk though, and the words that follow, the Brit simply shakes his head. "You're really not makin' much sense there, luv." That really sums it up to him.
Without further adieu however, Diana strikes. The weapon, poised for his middle, hits -- and it hits right into his sudden flex, an impressive set of eight abdominal muscles rippling out of his stomach to intercept the blow and move it aside. It would normally be capable, but--
"I've been doin' extra situps," Preston explains, and since Diana's so nice and close, he snaps his hand out for her throat! Or does he? It would seem he wants her to recoil, for the sudden lurch of his other arm. With the oar held wide, he aims to do the unthinkable; to clothesline Diana into oblivion, or at least to the other side of the grassy knoll the two fight on!
And to think, he likely hasn't cleaned that armpit of his since the day prior. And Diana's face may well catch a whiff of what Preston is cooking.
COMBATSYS: Diana dodges Preston's Running Rigging.
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Diana 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Preston
She's a scrapper by nature. At least somewhat. Fencing doesn't involve 'scrapping' as it were, but it certainly isn't a ranged sport.. and it certainly doesn't involve up close and personal either.. but it's got a nice mix of both. That and she is somewhat of a scrapper by habit.
But enough of that.
Diana isn't so much angered by the teen so much as he has proven to test her rusty skills, and keep them on the edge. "Probably doesn't. You're still in school after all. Not that it will help you much." From what she can tell, this teen is destined for a future of burger flipping.
But a bothering moment happens when her /completely pinpoint strike/... fails completely, the muscles flexing to cause the blow to slide away.. what .. i... is this even possible? She can only wonder than. But she sees it. It is indeed possible. And Preston's quick to explain it, but instead of moving into his trap, and the lurch of his arm, Diana takes the other route, away from the oar, and dashing out of the way, continues on her path, to Preston's side, the blade being thrust again.. but this time to the side of his muscles, intent on driving it through, into something.
"Maybe .. but I don't believe a few situps .. would cause that to happen."
"Perhaps some sort of horrible growth?" Oh, wait. That's his skin!
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Diana's Fierce Strike.
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Diana 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Preston
It is indeed a mystery as to how Preston's skin is able to resist the penetration that Diana offers. But whereas she failed the first time, it seems she succeeds the second; the blade stabs forward, and indeed it pierces his leathery hide. A sour grunt leaves the Brit... but a quick look at his face would show that he allowed that to bring her into reach.
"You're pretty strong for a girl," the Brit comments flippantly, not being lured into her line of conversation concerning the state of his skin. His hand slips down onto the rapier itself, aiming to keep her held in place just long enough for him to do what he wants to.
And what is that, praytell? Why, it's unspeakable things!
Preston's oar does UNSPEAKBLE damage to Diana!!
Preston's oar does UNSPEAKBLE damage to Diana!!
Oh, a man can wish! But far from a MUD, this is just a bloody fight; the Brit aims to loop the oar behind Diana's legs as his hand leaves the rapier, hand seeking her throat to cow-tip her down into the ground with a fair bit of slamming force!
And should she be that unlucky, she can expect a shockingly wet blast of water-based chi right into her face! The blue-white energy cascades down his arm, surging forward as the boy himself does!
COMBATSYS: Diana fails to counter Keelhauling from Preston with Earth Guardian.
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Diana 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Preston
No, pretty much that happens. Preston's oar does UNSPEAKABLE damage to Diana. She tries to rip the rapier out of the hold, but what happens is she's stuck. "D-" She doesn't get anything out, before the fighter seeks her throat.. and gets it, the woman being cow-tipped into the ground with a rather heavy amount of force, before a wet blast of water slams straight into her face.. the blue-white energy cascading before sending her basically against the tree.. her body slumping forwards afterwards..
"God.. damn..." She grits her teeth .. is she really this out of practice that she can't even take this kid?
Staggering backwards, bloodied, the butterfly of the pair almost collapses just from standing.. there's not much she can do ... if she doesn't stay to fight, she's going to fail her dream in the future.. but if she just can't fight ...
Her thoughts are looping.
This kid seems to be playing better all of a sudden, as he does those UNSPEAKABLE things to Diana. After releasing the surge of chi into her torso, the Brit smirks as he backs up, giving her a chance to regather her senses. It would seem that, indeed, her attempt to intervene failed rather abysmally... but the fat lady, she hasn't sung for Diana just yet.
It always comes back to dreams. Everybody has them, Preston included. And they must indeed be fought for, because they will not fight for themselves. Twirling the oar between his massive hands, the boy momentarily falls back on his true training, that of a staff fighter. "What, you giving up, luv?" he questions her motives, bouncing the oar off the ground and then back into his hands. There's more to him than just being a mountain of meat. Her stereotype may well have underestimated him.
As if to help her though, the Brit stomps forward, swinging the oar about in a tight twirl between both hands. And then he blazes through, aiming to slap her right across the face with the blade of the weapon. It's meant to sting more than hurt, but considering the bulk that Preston has to back up his strike...
"Snap out of it!"
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Diana with Medium Strike.
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Diana 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Preston
COMBATSYS: Diana has saved the state of this fight.
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Diana 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Preston
COMBATSYS: Diana has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Preston has ended the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Diana restarts a saved fight.
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Diana 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Preston
The fat lady may have hit a high note at the end, and is beginning to strain her voice however, because she can't seem to pry herself off of the ground before Preston comes closer, the Amazon defeated.. and she knows it. Part of her just wants to peel herself away from the ground and then just head off and report failure.
She'd have to admit defeat, but it'd better than being clubbed again.
But this doesn't help, because the oar smashes into her face once more.. and that doesn't simply sting, it seriously wounds her... more than she'd like to admit, and causes her to go skidding against the ground before stopping.
That's far from enjoyable.
Getting to her feet, however unsteady, more than a single person could tell her perhaps allowing herself to take some time to recover would be the best.. but instead, the Amazon charges right in, throwing herself towards Preston, leg spinning around as she spirals in the air, to try and strike him directly in the chest and knock him back.
Why not?
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Diana's Strong Kick.
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Diana 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Preston
The Brit can see it. There's no more verbal sparring between the two. The woman is exhausted, and she's already accepted defeat; all the signs are there for him to see. And he's been through the ringer enough times himself to see the signs in another, even if this other person is a woman.
Twirling the oar after that strike, he watches as she slides away. Preston isn't getting as much enjoyment out of this as he could be, not now anyway; it's sort of like beating on an already broken puppy, and there are two things he doesn't like there. One of them is beating on a puppy. The other is clearly flowers.
The sudden spiral kick that Diana delivers strikes into the blade of the oar, pushing the weapon sharply back into the Brit's massive chest. With a heavy grunt, he absorbs the blow, pushing her off the weapon as he lashes back, his retaliation swift.
"Looks like you could use a nice hot shower," Preston declares, his giant hand once more seeking out her neck. Their height difference isn't that great, but his intentions are far from noble. Into the air he seeks to lift her, as chi manifests in the air around him. Shards of white-blue form, and they look far from cold as they slam forward for a piercing impact!
COMBATSYS: Diana fails to interrupt Cape Horn Fever from Preston with The Unending Dream.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Diana can no longer fight.
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As Preston declares this intent, there's little that Diana can do. Preston's declared she needs a shower, and the blade begins to glow.
That's about it however, because the hand raises her up, chi, icy blue, coating her body and then slamming into her, tossing her about and onto the ground.. she actively had moved into the strike .. and this is far from anything she can prevent.
Crashing to the ground .. the Amazon hasn't had anything but failure this time, spitting the blood from her mouth, and glaring up. Gritting her teeth, she somewhat growls, before leaping back onto the wall.. still capable of that at least.
Does she really have anything to say to Preston, though?
".. So I underestimated you ....."
And with that, the butterfly vanishes in a blue blur that looks like wings, into the air. Zwip.
Left rubbing his chin afterwards, it seems that Preston Alistair Wellington the II is left all by his lonesome. "Well, easy come, easy go," he says, with Diana no longer visible to him. As long as that entire fight wasn't a figment of his imagination, then he'll be a-ok with everything.
Thus, shouldering his oar, he collects his fallen burger. Looking around to ensure that nobody can see him, he begins chewing on it again as he shuffles off to the dormitories.
Waste not, want not.
Log created on 21:51:54 04/29/2008 by Preston, and last modified on 18:34:44 04/30/2008.