Description: Nagare versus Rylee/Ayame! However, not all is what it seems! Instead, Ayame's left alone as Rylee watches! IN THE DESERT! It's desert tastic. And no one likes the desert. No one. Not even the sand. (Winner: Nagare)
Africa, known for a lot of things such as exotic animals, their hot temperatures and Egypt... but also, their deserts!
Something Nagare found when he first fought Duke. But he cheated you see. There was a river. The Nile was right near where they fought. Today, there isn't. Instead, the Saturday Fight Night team had managed to pick a location that one hundred percent eradicates Nagare's water aid.
And for anyone who ever saw Nagare fight near water, they know exactly it's like a home advantages to him. Taking him out completely negates much of his strength, or at least his cleverness, tactics and... who am I kidding swimming strength!
So today, Nagare came armed with a cooler of bottled water in case he begins to lose water at too much a rate! It's healthy and safe! Nagare is was going to be a water boy today, and if any other contestant needs water, Nagare will be sure to share! In fact, as he flops about in his flippers, Nagare's already sipping on some cool water as the hot desert sun beams down on his SPF'd skin and lifeguard nose sunblock.
It was like he was a life guard again, except it was against the sun and the water was his greatest ally.
Well that never changed now did it?
It would still be entirely interesting about who these two fighters are and what's going to happen! Nagare's so far been really interested in who his opponents are, and that hasn't changed yet!
Her thick soled Doc Martin boots kick through the sand as Ayame trudges away from the delivery vehicles to the place this fight is supposed to take place. Squinting at the glare of billions of grains of scintillating sand, the long haired girl really doesn't know what to make of this arrangement. "It's like they're TRYING to kill me," the young theif waves her hands over her head. "This is ridiculous. Why don't I ever get to fight at some island paradise." she mutters, lowering her arms.
Slipping her left hand into a pouch affixed to one of her multiple belts, the girl fishes out a six inch long titanium tube. Tossing it up into the air in a lazy spin, the collapsed weapon telescopes out into a full, six foot long metal staff that the girl deftly catches on its way back down, twirling it once, then tucking it under her arm.
"Whoa buddy," Ayame remarks, eyes widening as she notices Nagare. "I think you might be taking the concept of dressing coolly a bit too literally." she grins inspite the sweltering heat, shuffling her feet in the sand a little. It's only then that she notices his flippers, which gives her cause to pause for another moment. A glance to one side. Then a glance to the other side. Then a quick inspection of the sky overhead... "Uh... are you expecting a flash flood or something? No one told me to expect swimming!!"
Ayame and Nagare aren't the only ones really hating the heat right about now. The desert is the last place a Canadian wants to be. That just makes Rylee even that much more annoyed beyond finding out some dirt about her 'partner' for this fight. Despite the fact she was going to be a place she didn't want to be she was eager once again to show that she is improving and getting used to the lifestyle of a professional fighter.
Then Aranha had to go stop her before she got on the plane out and settle her down. And christ can that boy talk. It was like listening to a tape that was reading a novel to you while you drive in a car. Rylee wasn't sure when it was going to end. Then again she learned alot about one of her her team mates and alot about the woman she is fighting with this Saturday Night Fight. Things that have put the Canadian in a ver dour mood indeed.
Forward she stalks in a light knit tanktop and some shorts along with some sandals on with a steel chair under her arm. One would think that will be used as a weapon of mass distraction, but instead Rylee unfolds it once she nears and settles it down on the sand before sitting in it. One long leg crosses over the other and she folds her arms under her chest while glancing away. "I'm sitting this one out. I don't fight alongside scum like her." she tells the few officials that are out there to observe. As much as she likes winning she isn't going to stoop so low in order to improve her status as a fighter. Friends before fame.
Expect it? Well, no one expects swimming. No one at all. Not even Ayame. And that's where Nagare gets everyone. His style is so obtuse that even some of the most reknown fighters in the world look at him and cringe at how effective 'swimming' has become for Nagare Namikawa. From the greats of Rugal, Geese and others, they have all seen it.
Blinking, Nagare looks towards Ayame. Yes. He's only in a jacket, flippers, and, yeah, a speedo. That's it. Looking towards Ayame, the man nods. "Oh no, I always dress like this!" Yes Ayame, always. "It's part of my style! And yeah, you guessed it!" Nagare laughs, "It's swimming! Hahah. You're the first one to really guess it. I have to hand it to you!" Nagare exclaims, his eyes dancing towards the other woman now, Rlyee, the Canadian.
She looks like she's annoyed, but she brought a chair. Nagare blinks, looking towards her. "Oh... so ... You're going to sit it out? Well... Uh... I guess! But it might be a little uneven then. Well, suit yourself! There has to be a good reason for it." Nagare exclaims, his eyebrows waggling a little, one even raising towards Ayame. It brings him want to know more. As a teacher's aid and a teacher, he can sense when things are wrong.
So when he gets into stance. Which is a weird, floppy one, he doesn't react all of a sudden, letting Ayame instead take the lead due to the sudden drop out. "So... What did you do to make your team mate mad?" Nagare asks behind goggles.
COMBATSYS: Nagare has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Nagare takes no action.
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As Rylee approaches, Ayame shifts her attention toward her theoretical partner for the upcoming match. Since it's two verses one, that means that this swimming fellow must be pretty good. She's seen this kind of lineup before. It means a hard challenge is in store. Perhaps someday she'll get good enough to contend with more than just one other capable fighter at once! For now, however, she's content to require help to take on some of the better fighters out there. Kain. Gato. Nagare. One must work their way up. Even if they're brilliant, like she believes herself to be!
But Rylee plops the chair down and takes a seat thereon, making her intentions quite clear. The look on her face is one if mild confusion as she mentally reviews her index cards of everyone she's ever wronged. Rylee doesn't appear on any of them. She'd remember a woman that tall. "Huh." the girl muses, hand coming up to scratch the side of her head. "It isn't clear to me exactly which grievance of mine you're protesting over or if you're just a big chicken." Her mouth curls into a teeth baring grin, "Off hand, I'm guessing the latter." she finishes with a shrug, turning her attention toward Nagare.
"Always dress like that, huh? Well, at least you never have to fret about being accused about being dressed wrong for the occasion, 'cause it looks to me like you're nearly /always/ dressed wrong for the occasion." She shakes her head, waving her empty hand, "No matter. I've seen all kinds of crazy styles. If yours works for you well enough that they put you up against me and that amazon there," she remarks with a nod toward Rylee, "Then you must be really good."
Kicking through the sand, the girl moves a little ways off from Rylee, side glancing toward her to make sure she memorizes her features. She'll deal with her some time, making a mental note of it. As to Nagare's question, Ayame replies with a shrug, "She's being a little vague and a lot of sulky, so I'm afraid I don't know any more than you do." Drawing her staff out from under her left arm, the girl takes a tight hold on it in both hands.
"But don't think that means you're going to get let off easy." she finishes, brown eyes focusing on Nagare's goggled face. "Here goes!" And with that, Ayame is off, darting toward the master of swim-style fighting, leaping from a yard out, spinning down with her staff, aiming to give Nagare a good solid smack right about where his neck meets his shoulders!
COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here.
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Ayame 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nagare
The move has seemed to cause alot of confusion even beyond her opponent and supposed partner. The officials seem rather uncomfortable about all of this, but then again drama does create ratings, right? Things seems to still be set to happen just minus the Canadian now as she remains sitting. Her attention shifts to Nagare and she nods to him. "Perhaps we will get to have a good and proper fight next time." she tells him while that rather serious look actually fades for a few brief moment as she grins towards the rather odd fellow in flippers.
The slight jovial mood is lost when Ayame decides to speak up. "Don't know much about me, but I know enough about you. I am sure the name Aranha rings a bell." Her tone is calm though that look she is giving Ayame is a rather intense one as those eyes remain locked on the other female fighter. "Just be glad I am calm enough to sit out and not beat the hell out of you myself, bitch.
COMBATSYS: Rylee has joined the fight here.
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Nagare 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Nagare dodges Ayame's Fierce Strike.
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Nagare 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
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"Oh! Thanks! I think it's a good style myself! I call it Swimming. Simple isn't it?" Nagare states even as Ayame begins to continue about Rylee being offensive to her and scared of him. Well, Nagare isn't going to touch that with a stick. Any stick at all. He's just going to be over here while that continues ladies.
"Well, thanks! Heh... I guess... Haha. I really didn't expect you to say I'm strong, but, yeah. I don't now. I just try as hard as possible, you know?" Nagare states, bringing up a flipper to scratch his face as Ayame states, "Well.. I don't think I'm completely out of place. I just feel at home in them, you know?" Nagare states. His skin obviously must be sponge by now.
But being a sponge has it's uses as Ayame fires herself twards Nagare, sending a solid smack towards his neck! But the combat doesn't succeed. Instead Nagare actually falls backwards, swimming half way off the ground away from Ayame, his arms grinding through the air as his flippers kick, water chi falling off of him and evaporating on the ground.
"W'well! Thank you miss!" He states to Rylee, "I don't understand why you're sitting out, well, don't kno why, but I honor your choice!" He calls, before kicking off rather brutally, sending water chi and kicks towards Ayame's unprottected stomach, and he puts a little pepper on it too, quickly swimming backwards away from Ayame.
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Ayame with Splash Kick.
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Nagare 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|
"Yes, quite," Ayame remarks in Nagare's direction as he states how simple the name of his fighting style is. "It's quaint." But if she's hoping quaint equates to /weak/, she's in for a rude surprise it would appear. Her leaping slam is avoided by the more experienced fighter and her staff digs down into the sand, sending up a plume of it out to the sides. But she's distracted, hearing Rylee speak as well, mentioning a name Ayame knows aaaaalll too well. Aranha. "Che," the girl spits to the side.
But that's all she gets out before she's struck hard with a chi laced series of kicks, Nagare's swimming style clearly baffling the girl as she's sent sliding backward, her right hand lowering to rest against her stomach as she drops to her bare knees in the sand for a moment. "Ugh." the girl grunts, pushing herself back up quickly with the aid of her staff. Minor setback.
"Yeah, I know him," the girl remarks out loud. "Loopy ex cat burgler who, a couple years ago, would've robbed you blind as soon as you look at you," Ayame continues, though her eyes remain focused on Nagare. "Bet he didn't elaborate on that part, did he." she adds, her right hand going up to her throat to grab a hold of the chains looped around her neck. A clasp is opened and she slides them off, revealing the chains to be an interlinked trio of small, dense weights that the girl begins to spin over her head.
"If you're friends with that guy, then believe me, you can't handle me." she snaps out with a grin before she unleashes the spinning chains to go flying after Nagare. He seems a fast one, mobile in the air with the aid of watery chi in a way Ayame honestly has to respect even if it's really quite an issue for her to deal with right now. "But don't mind me, I'll just fight your fight for now. Make sure not to get a sunburn!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Nagare with Hijacked.
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"Actually he did bring up that part." replies the Canadian while smiling a bit. It might be because the fact that Ayame got it, or for some other reason. Maybe she expected Ayame to try and play that card. She rolls those broad shoulders in a shrug and she leans back. "People change. Some actually do it and some say they will only to fall back into what they have always known to be their way of life. No, I haven't known the guy long and may put myself in danger, but hey. I guess you gotta take risks."
Even if she is trying to play it cool she can feel her temper sort of getting a rise from the other fighter as she tries to get under Rylee's skin. "Yeah have fun. I remembered plenty of sunblock." she says and that grin turns into a wide smile as she waves. "Good thing I tan easily so I get something out of this fight." And perhaps a bit more in case Ayame somehow does manage to handle Nagare easily. Perhaps the chair will get some use beyond being sat in tonight.
Whoops! Nagare finds out the hard way that Ayame had totally had some tricks herself that as soon as he attempted to fight back against the links, raises his arms to block it, that the chain itself wraps about him, sending him flipping towards the ground. Nagare actually spins mid air as the water chi disappears before he completely falls to the sand, all the small particles sticking to him.
"Ooh! Excellent." Nagare states with a chuckle, "You got be off guard." But Nagare tries to well, dissuade them from fighting. But that really doesn't seem to be happening now, is it. Both sides are attacking each other harshly, like cats! Wait...
Still, Nagare gets back up, looking towards Ayame. This certainly is something. He thinks for a moment. Hmmm. What to do, what to do. But, it seems like th best way to do it is to continue on. "Well, I know you both have your reasons for doing what you do. Rarely is life so simple that a single stream will deliver all the water. You see, like any, like the Nile, life experiences a lot of small deltas... you gotta cose your own path!" Nagare states.
But then he does looks, "Well, even if it's a thief or something. That happens. Oh... and there's some water in the cooler over there miss. Feel free!" And then Nagare actually moves back towards Ayame.
She can see it coming completely, but e doesn't care. Nagare waddles towards Ayame, yes, waddles with his fins before trying to smack her with his hand fins!
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Ayame with Quick Punch.
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Nagare 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Ayame
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"Tch," Ayame grunts as it sounds like Aranha already laid out all the cards regarding his less than honorable past for Rylee to know about. Damn reformed theives, making the rest of them look bad in comparison! "Yeah," the girl growls about taking risks, brown eyes remaining focused on Nagare, pleased to see her twirling chains managed to hit their mark. That's one hit. She's got a lot of work ahead of her if she expects to contend with the likes of him though.
"Go ahead and take your chances on that guy. Damn coward. If he has a bone to pick with me, I'd like to see him try." But as she speaks, Nagare is spinning to the sand only to get back up quickly. He has significant endurance, that much she can tell. Even out in this aird environment he's able to keep water visible for quite a while. He has a knack for fine chi control, Ayame identifies. And his build suggests he's no slouch when it comes to physical combat as well. Duly noted. But then he goes talking about rivers and Ayame's brow furrows a little. "You're an interesting one," she remarks in his direction. "Are you sure the sun ISN'T already getting you?" the annoying girl remarks.
But she should be paying more attention to getting out of the way then sassing Nagare as his flippered smack hits cleanly with enough force to send her stumbling to the side before catching herself. Shaking her head, she clamps her hands tightly down on her staff again. "Okay, that does it." the girl growls as she begins to draw heavily from the world around her. Even in the dead desert the breath of life can be found and it is into that she taps.
Brown energy swirls around her ankles, rising up into fine, blue, misty whisps at the level of her torso. In the midst of concentrating on maintaining the build up, she inhales deeply, drawing in the enegy, building up her strength for something bigger perhaps.
COMBATSYS: Ayame gathers her will.
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To Ayame's own credit, Nagare's surprised she can take the punishment so well for now. Even as he strikes and sends her back, Nagare nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sometimes I get a little preachy though, so if you heard it please stop me. I don't want to over step my bounds on anyone's life. Last time I did people started yelling 'Taiyo sucks'." Nagare exclaims. It was totally true as well.
Still, Nagare rears back. He's getting tired himself. "The heat out here's pretty harsh though. It's getting hard for me to use my skills as much. Maybe thats why they did it, huh?" Nagare asks with a soft chuckle as he looks towards Ayame. "Well, thanks! You're an interesting one too." Nagare exclaims as he watches Ayame sit back. Well, she's truelly preparing something.
It's only natural Nagare's go investigate! And investigate he does, looking about her as the misty whips about her. Well, that being said, Nagare begins to sprint towards Ayame on a natural move, a weird, floppy walk as he moves sand here and there waddling as he goes. And then, as he goes, he actually throws himself forward, moving forward and swimming... towards Ayame's legs? And aiming to go between her legs before aiming to pull up, catching Ayame on his back before swimming up and back, aiming to flip Ayame like a pancake into the sand! "Watch it!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Nagare's Strong Throw.
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"Taiyo sucks?" Ayame echos back, one narrow brown eyebrow raised just slightly. "School rivalry, perhaps?" she grins, mentally filing Nagare away as having some kind of tie to the high school where she has often gone to cause no good trouble with the student. She'll have to watch out for this guy. He acknowledges the heat and she nods, realizing that she isn't even noticing any sign of perspiring in spite the temperature. No doubt it's all being evaporated into the dry air in an instant, she muses. She'll need to make sure to get some water after this match.
The flipper aided shuffle brings him charging toward the young street rogue, the girl lifting up her staff, not quite ready to release the energy she was building up and deciding to defend herself against what she expects to be an inevitable strike. But Nagare darts under her, between her legs, her feet spread apart from when she was building up the chi only an instant before. "What-" she starts to protest before he he rises up, trying to launch her up and over against the ground.
But the agile girl recovers, spinning off of his back in mid-air, coming down to land an instant later, her feet digging into the sand as she shakes her head. "Clever," she allows, her metal staff flaring to life with a vibant, yellow energy that crackles along its surface almost light lightning might, flaring out to the sides a little as she tries to catch Nagare before he can recover from his crazy flip.
An overhead swing aiming for the back she just escaped off of, followed by a second sideways bash targeting his head. Should there be any impact, the yellow chi will explode out into small particles, drifting down around the two fighters before vanishing completely.
COMBATSYS: Nagare interrupts Requiem For Fallen Blossoms from Ayame with Breast Stroke Kick.
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Even as Ayame echos, Nagare nods. "Yeah! Can you believe it? Hah. School rivalries are still strong!" Nagare answers. He's sweating allright. Waterchi. He most certainly is too. But as he's busily spinning up and getting to his feet, the girl is getting to her own conclusions! And he most certainly isn't going to let her have her own!
"Thanks! You're pretty good too!" Nagare announces before getting bopped in the head as he's getting up, sending him into another technique right away, attempting to move from one to the other. He's got an idea. It's a long shot but it might just work. Even as the energy is exploding into particles about him, Nagare... starts to do the breast stroke, turning away from Ayame and kicking hard.
Kicking and paddling, Ayame might find that the same ol' water chi is back, pushing into her gut as he goes, swimming, swimming swimming away from her. Her stomach's right open for it too as it goes. Nagare's just really pushing it on. Swim swim swim!
After all, he's really starting to lose a lot of water from this, but such is life! You gotta try is or else you'll never see what happens.
"Wow... hah... I'm getting parched... how bout you?" Nagare asks as he moves to land.
Kicked hard, Ayame gets driven clean off her feet this time, landing on her back in the hot sand with a grunt, arms out at her sides, her left hand keeping a death grip on her staff. Even the weapon is starting to feel really hot, she realizes, the sun bearing down on the shining titanium surface. Rolling over, shaking her head as her hair hangs down around her face, dragging in the annoying desert grains, Ayame grunts, pushing her way up to her feet and spinning around to face Nagare once again, eyes narrowing a little. The guy is pretty good at what he does, and he seems to be weathering her strikes very well.
She's going to have a rough time taking on someone she was supposed to have a partner with, but that's fine to her. Rylee has been marked for a 'followup' visit... and that little exchange will be faaaar less civil than this battle with the swimming coach. "You must train tough kids there," Ayame mutters, rubbing her chest with her hand, exhaling a pained wince. "Time to drink /after/ this is over," she remarks, showing no sign of taking a break yet.
But she hasn't exhausted all of her tricks just yet. Another one is in store for the Taiyo teacher as the girl spins her staff toward Nagare, one end of it pointing directly toward him... before suddenly a wide net of wire thin cabling launches out of it, threatening to entangle him entirely and put an end to his crazy diving ways!
The girl is pursuing right behind the flying net, bringing her staff in for a rapid series of spinning strikes, twirling in and around the man should she be able to capture him, looking for any openings possible and striking him wherever he can least defend himself in an attempt to try and level the odds a little.
COMBATSYS: Nagare endures Ayame's Entrapment.
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To say that Nagare didn't have some kind of advantage over Ayame would be a lie. There was an advantage that existed, but was it enough to make a truely powerful difference? Well yes. There was some of it.
But Nagare found out that Ayame wasn't all just looks. It rather hurt when he moved into her strike.
"Yeah, of course! I train a lot of the kids there. I have a lot of water just in case too, so no worries." Nagare exclaims as he continues. Everyone is kind hearted until proven otherwise to him. Perhaps a fault perhaps a boon, but Nagare doesn't mind everyone.
But Ayame begins her strike, spinning as a wide net of wire launches towards him, actually entangling him as it goes. Like a fish, Nagare jumps right towards it. Splashing back and forth, Nagare attempts to outmanueverthe cables, even as it strikes and burns him. Nagare fights! And... he manages to make it out the top.
Landing before Ayame with a lot of chi burns and multicolored patterns about him, he chuckles. "Wow... pretty good." He wheezes out, that was something! It left some marks too. But now it's Nagare's turn. Getting on the sand, actually laying back, he props himself up before kicking out. Over and over and over again, towards Ayame, attempting to break through whatever guard the girl has, and put the end to the fight! Kick kick kick! Waterchi also comes out, but in this heat? It's evaporating rather fast.
COMBATSYS: Ayame stops Super Splash Kick EX from Nagare with Midsummer Fantasy.
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Her series of attacks delievered, Ayame spins back around to face Nagare as he escapes the netting. She got him a little bit there, but he's not down by any means. It's going to take a lot more than that to defeat a fighter as rugged as he and Ayame can see it. And considering he just weathered one of her most powerful traps quite well, that doesn't seem like a good sign at all. In fact, he seems invigorated for it, speeding up, intending get her with blindingly fast speed the likes of which she can barely comprehend.
But she isn't without hope, the girl having a desperate gambit she can play. It might just be delaying the inevitable, but damnit if she isn't going to delay it just a little longer if she can. As Nagare's chi laced kicks come her way, the girl swings her right hand out, keeping her staff off to the side in her left hand. The timing is preciously critical, but she pulls it off, if only just barely, a shimming red-orange hued field intercepting the kicks, keeping them from hitting her cleanly.
He kicks again and Ayame swipes her hand a second time, just barely creating the second barrier to block the next kick. And so the pattern continues, each kick met with a energy field slashed through the air at the last possible instant. Any slower and he would have slipped past and all defenses would've been for nought.
At last it ends, the assault defended against. But the energy she spent to accomplish that was severe, the girl's arm burning with exhaustion as she drops to the sand on her knees for a moment, shaking her head as she tries to regain her focus. "Ah.... I'm not sure I've ever fought anyone as fast as /you/." And she's fought some fast fighters in her days. Slowly, Ayame pushes herself back up to standing, her breaths coming roughly, the girl clearly having poured nearly all of her strength into that attack.
Nagare watches simply as Ayame swips her hands, stopping each kick. This isn't the first time his kicks haven't managed to hit clear on, and it won't be the last but there will be times when it may happen. Some time or someplace. But it's not that important. Instead, Nagare has to focus on something else.
And that's continuing the strike. "Wow. That was pretty good." Nagare must state. He's surprised that she didn't get lost in it. "Well.. I'm not really that fast. I guess it's just the style. Heh." Nagare announces as he goes once more into another strike, looking for where Ayame's lost some of her progress.
And instead of taking the time to think, Nagare just does. Wise but still looking for one way or the other, Nagare pushes himself towards the girl, his hands aimed towards her stomach, overlapping each other.
From there, he attempts to tackle, and from there, give her perhaps the most painful life saving technique of all.
OF ALL.
"Sorry about this!"
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Ayame with Artificial Respiration.
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She's back on her feet by the time Nagare comes speeding back toward her, but it doesn't do her much good. An attempt is made to dash back out of the way, but her feet slip in the sand and don't give her the traction she needs to get by on. It seems not only Nagare is being challenged fighting in /this/ environment.
Tackled to the hot sand, the next thing she knows the teacher is trying to pump her stomach. Hey, he isn't supposed to be trying to get water OUT of her, is he?! Gasping for breath, the girl struggles to up a stop to the attack, but she doesn't have much luck in her endeavor until the very end, finally rolling over to the side and pushing herself onto her hands and knees, only to hiss as her hands are heated by the burning sand. "Damnit, this place sucks!" Ayame exclaims, slaming herself up to her feet instead.
It's then that she whirls back on Nagare, her hand dropping to her waist, unclasping one of her many belts into her hand. It turns out to be a short whip - one the girl sends lashing out toward Nagare, attempting to ensnare him with it... And if she gets a tight grip on his neck with the belt-whip, he's in for another series of savage strikes from her staff before the girl is forced to stop attacking him, having exhausted herself with the effort!
COMBATSYS: Nagare blocks Ayame's Manslaughter.
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Ayame isn't the only one that's having a problem with the ground itself seeming to really be a problem for him. Nagare's good in wet conditions, and judging by how everythings going, well, he's really gotta keep it together. As time goes on, he just has a real problem actually keeping the speed on everything. Water chi is evaporating from his body each time he uses it. It just disappear into thin air.
And well, like Ayame, well, the man's strarting to get partched. "I'm going to need a drink soon." Nagare gags, and he really means it. "Yeah. I'm getting pretty tired of it myself." Nagare exclaims, but he's not done yet As Ayame then ensnares him with bel-whips and strike with the staff, Nagare just raises his hands to stop the blows, each whacking against him. "Well, you've done pretty good!" Nagare exclaims. She really has, "Try this!" Nagare announces, actually floating towards Ayame now hand over hand, arm over arm as he does the simplest yet most effective ability that swimming offers.
Well, you can guess.
COMBATSYS: Nagare successfully hits Ayame with Dog Paddling.
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Nagare 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|
He contends with her staff strikes with expert skill, the blows not really getting through to land the clean hits she would've liked for them to, and before long the girl is forced to give up trying to find an opening in his defenses, her whole body aching as she steps back, half stumbling in the sand, looking not just hot but barely conscious to boot.
But the swim coach, trained for long, grueling endurance, seems to be still going strong, coming back at the girl with far too much speed for her to contend with. A desperate backward scramble is attempted but she can't seem to get the distance she'll need to avoid the dreaded Dog Paddling.
Battered by his hands, the teen fighter loses her balance and falls to the side, her staff landing, standing upright out of the sand, right next to her. Growling, she's determined to not let him off /that/ easy... Rolling onto her back, her hand slips beneath her left wrist guard and draws a small throwing knife. One that she draws back, ready to send flying at Nagare, determined to cut him as a parting shot...
But for some reason the long haired rogue hesitates, brown eyes fixing on the be-flippered coach... and then she drops the knife into the sand, flopping backward with a long exhale, closing her eyes. "Okay, okay," she manages betweens gasp for breath. "You're not too bad. I'll give you that." she allows with a weary grin. "Let's get out of this horrible place... I'll... get you some other time."
COMBATSYS: Ayame takes no action.
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Nagare
COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Nagare
Nagare just watches as Ayame gets battered backwards, finally coming to a stop with a roll. He's just going to lay there for a little bit. He's going to need some water too. If Ayame thinks of getting back up, well, she cane totally try that, but for now, Nagare's just bushed. He's going to stay down here and sit down.
"Y-yeah. It's pretty hot outside. Lets get out of here." Nagare exclaims, slowly picking himself off the ground, breathing rathr heavily. That'll do it for now Nagare. You've proved you can take some people OUT OF WATER. But in a desert well, uh... that's hard enough as it is for Mr. Water chi!
Nagare is just going to slowly pull himself out of the field now. He really needs to get moving or else it'll really be difficult. He just heads over to his cooler for a drink, and he'll probably give one to Ayame too.
"Whatever you did, I don't know, but... well... I can't say. If you did do something bad, you should reconsider your actions." The swimmer states, but he leaves it like that. Yes, the heat took the wisdom out of Nagare.
COMBATSYS: Nagare has left the fight here.
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Struggling to her feet, the dirty, dusty, hot girl makes it over to the cooler, accepting the drink offered by Nagare. His words of remaining wisdom provoke a faint frown from the young rogue as Ayame looks him over. "Hn. I'll think about it." she states. Though WHAT she'll think about it is rather unclear as she casts one parting glance toward the seated Rylee before heading back to the vehicles. Oh, she'll think about it all right. The results might not be pretty though.
Log created on 22:00:06 05/09/2008 by Nagare, and last modified on 17:44:31 05/14/2008.