Description: In Taiyo's library, young Mizuki Kamigawa seeks to test her skills, and Ichiro Oe is the selected dance partner... (Winner: Ichiro)
Neo League. Mizuki hasn't ever been all that active in it--but with her newfound focus on training, on getting better, on honing her combat skills, there really isn't any better venue for a simple one-on-one fight... and she's usually guaranteed to not be outmatched... -terribly-, at least. Unless she so chooses. Such freedom of choice does not really exist within the realm of Saturday Night Fights--one goes where one is told and fights whom one is told, and that in itself is a different kind of training.
It's been a while since she tested herself in sanctioned battle, but she put in a call to the Neo League officials--surprised she was still signed up, but glad to take advantage of the resource nonetheless--and waited. It wasn't more than an hour or so later that she was informed. "Taiyo High library, one hour after classtime are over." One hour--that gives her enough time to get changed, so she doesn't have to fight in her school uniform. Fighting in short skirts is... well, Sakura likes it, so maybe there's nothin' wrong with it, but Mizuki prefers her usual fighting getup.
At the appointed time, the miko can be seen in the library, some shelves moved aside, to create a cordoned-off area to fight in; she sits at one end, kneeling really, awaiting her opponent patiently.
The faint sound of sneakers pounding on linoleum can be heard outside the library as some of the Taiyo students that have gathered within to watch the fight begin to get a little restless. There -was- supposed to be a Neo League fight here this afternoon, wasn't there? News about fights travels fast, especially around Taiyo High. Suddenly, the door to the library opens with a bang and a rather sweat-drenched Ichiro Oe, captain of Taiyo High's lacrosse team pushes his way inside. "SORRY I'M LA-.... err, sorry I late!" He calls out, as he makes his entrance, dropping his voice out of habit halfway through his sentence. Sure, Ichiro doesn't spend as much time in the library as he should, but we've all had the 'Quiet in the Library' rule ingrained in us since kindergarten, haven't we? Luckily for the pair of fighters, Neo League cleared the fight with the school first, so Ichiro's caution is rather unfounded.
Smiling and nodding to the friendly faces in the crowd, Ichiro gently pushes his way through the mass of his Taiyo peers and into the sectioned off area of the library where the fight is to take place. "My apologies miss," Ichiro begins with a polite bow and he drops his large duffle bag at his feet. "I... uh... something came up on the way up here, it will just take a second for me to get my gear on, then I'll be ready for our fight." If this was a TV show it would cut to a flashback of Ichiro talking to girl in front of her locker, leaning up against the wall as if he were trying to be a teenage Japanese version of the Fonz, before he notices the time and runs off to try and make the fight. Cue laugh track.
"...my name is Ichiro Oe, by the way, I don't think we've met, have we?" He asks as he pulls his light shoulder pads over his head and buckles them on, then follows with his cage-less lacrosse helmet and thick padded gloves. Pounding the his padded fists together, Ichiro bends down and pulls a metal lacrosse stick, also known as a crosse, from his bag, then kicks the duffel aside. Raising the stick, Ichiro bows again before settling into an athletic stance, his stick grasped in both hands as he waits for his opponent to respond.
It's cool, Ichiro. For the time being, that 'quiet in the library' rule is not in effect--what students are there to cheer folks on are actually being relatively noisy. The librarians, of course, are kind of angry about it, but what can they do? At least the books got moved. The officials simply nod to Oe--he can take his time, his opponent isn't going anywhere, after all. Not yet anyways. Speaking of...
The redhead in the almost-traditional miko outfit unfolds from her sitting position, as Ichiro busts in; if the sitting position's affected her muscles, it hasn't shown in any way, as she seems to move easily, taking a few steps forward and back, nodding to herself.
"Oe-san. We haven't met yet, no... I don't go to Taiyo, I'm a Justice High student," she replies. "Kamigawa Mizuki," continues the redhead, offering a perfect Japanese bow, dipping as precisely low as custom requires. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Oe-san, and I want to thank you for being my opponent today." Sooo polite, isn't she? She'll wait. Oh, she'll wait, while Ichiro gets his gear on, and then when he's ready, she smiles.
"Alright then? Here we go..." But... she doesn't move forward! No, instead, she concentrates, her eyes half-closed but not shut, hands coming up clasped in front of her, just at her chin. And then energy surges, pulled upwards, swirling blue-white-silver around her feet in a coruscating, undulating circle, mere visual effect for the true nature of her abilities to control chi.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Mizuki gathers her will.
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And Roberto finally makes his own appearance. There was supposed to be a Taiyo soccer game today but their opponents forfeited. Too many students were on academic suspension to field a team and so instead, Roberto's here in the library, doing his homework and cheering on his Taiyo Sports Squad team mate Ichiro Oe. It not like he has to pick up his brothers from school. Those arrangements had already been taken care of by his parents.
"The pleasure is mine, welcome to Taiyo High Ms. Kamigawa," Ichiro replies, rising out of his crouched stance and bowing once more as Mizuki addresses him. Yup, very polite, his father would approve. Speaking of his father's approval, this Mizuki girl looks very traditional. She's pretty cute though, Ichiro thinks as he drops back into his crouched stance.
His body tensing reflexively as Mizuki announces the start of the fight, every finely-honed fast-twitch muscle in the young athlete's body is ready to respond to Mizuki's oncoming attack... that never comes. Craning his neck with curiosity as energy and colors fly around the young lady, Ichiro shrugs and a smile briefly crosses his lips. So she seems to be gathering her energy in preparation for the fight. Two can play at this game. Raising the crosse above his head with both arms, Ichiro turns his eyes to the ceiling as a low rising moan escapes his mouth. "Haaaaaaaaaa!!!" Golden energy blazes from the young man's eyes and there are even some golden fireworks of his own as the physical manifestation of Ichiro's burning spirit begins to swirl around his feet.
"Hah!" Ichiro finishes dramatically as he lowers his lacrosse stick. Looking rather pleased with himself as the gathered students 'oooh' and 'ahhh' at the display of power by both fighters, Ichiro catches sight of Roberto making an entrance and gives his teammate a cool nod. Unfortunately Ichiro's smug grin is quickly wiped off of his face as he notices that the carpet next to his feet has started on fire. "Oh shi-" Ichiro exclaims as he stomps of the small flame and puts it out. "Heh. Sorry," he calls out sheepishly to the annoyed librarian, trying to placate her with a meek wave.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro has joined the fight here.
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
COMBATSYS: Ichiro gathers his will.
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
Wow, so polite! So different from the other fighters she's fought. Well, some of them. Certainly. Mizuki's chigathering is allowed to continue uninterrupted--not something usual for her, of course, but everyone fights their own way... and while she should open with an offensive move, sometimes... Mizuki's eyes open as her own chi-gathering fades, Mizuki having pulled as much power as she can manage to hold in one go...
... and sees Ichiro doing the same. She nods to that, a small smile, at his theatrical action. She approves. Now then, she thinks... to the fight. Clearing her mind, she takes just a moment, while Ichiro is nodding to Roberto -and- also stomping out the fire, to focus herself. Right. This will have to do.
"Are you ready, Oe-san? Because... here I come!" So saying, she lunges forward, closing the distance with Ichiro as quickly as she can. As she nears, she snaps her hands out--attempting to grab him at the shoulder and waist. If she should get that grip, she'll reverse directions, planting a foot and tripping Ichiro over it, sending him to the floor--and following him downwards to add a burst of icy chi to the attack, to surge through his body.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Mizuki's Hyouryuu no Gari.
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Mizuki 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
After the nod, Roberto sits down only to spy the carpet catching fire next Ichiro's feet bringing on a slight cringe on his part. Though truth be told, Roberto isn't one to talk as far as destruction of libraries. He did after all put Himeko through a wall with his Pass and Shoot attack.
The action finally starts and Mizuki opens with tripping attack followed by a surge of ice, and Roberto remains quiet at first. The whole library thing is a hard habit to break but then after a moment, he lets out a, "C'mon, Oe."
Is he ready? Of course he is! Kind of. His attention snapping back to Mizuki from the grouchy ol' librarian as she addresses him, Ichiro quickly raises the lacrosse stick diagonally across his body, and readies himself for her assault. Lowering sinking his hips to lower his center of gravity as Mizuki reaches for him, a look of confusion crosses Ichiro's face as she slips an arm around his waist and puts another on his shoulder. Is she trying to dance with him?! Unfortunately for Ichiro, the answer is no, unless you are speaking metaphorically, and he is promptly sent crashing to the floor with Mizuki following after him. "Hya!" Ichiro grunts as he pushes the lacrosse stick towards Mizuki, trying to clear enough space for him to roll out of the way of the chi blast, which still catches enough of him to send a chill down his spine.
Shivering slightly as he rolls up to his feet, Ichiro dances back a few steps and shoots Mizuki a grin as he reaches into his pocket and draws out a hard rubber lacrosse ball. So the girl likes to get close, huh? Well Ichiro needs his space, 'cause he's a man and he's got to be free. Tossing the lacrosse ball into the air, Oe slips his stick forward and casually catches it in the crosse's pocket. "Time for a little catch, Ms. Kamigawa!" He informs her as he slings the stick forward, sending the ball gliding towards Mizuki's shoulder. It's not a very powerful toss, as far as Ichiro's ability is concerned, but hopefully its aim is true enough to knock the girl off balance.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Mizuki with Sudden Fling.
- Power hit! -
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Mizuki 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
Wh--damn lacrosse balls are fast! Suddenly, Mizuki has a lacrosse ball right between her eyes--almost too fast for her to have done anything about. Well, that's not true--he aimed at her shoulder, see, but her ducking motion... in any case it impacts pretty handily right into her forehead and she utters a gasping cry of pain--well, it's only natural, right?--and stumbles backwards.
"... ow..." she mutters, under her breath, rubbing the impact site on her forehead. That... that hurt quite a bit, really. Next time she might try something different.
"Alright... Oe-san... that was pretty good... but you're not going to keep me away!" So saying, the girl puts on a burst of speed, intending to close in again--her attack is pretty simple, a snapping roundhouse kick aimed for Ichiro's midsection, pivoting on her left leg and using her right to attack. Like the flung ball, it's not really all that powerful an attack--but she needs to establish her own rhythm if she's to win this fight.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro interrupts Light Kick from Mizuki with Cross Check.
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Mizuki 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
Wincing slightly as his lacrosse ball strikes Mizuki -right- between the eyes causing her to cry out and stumble, Ichiro's first instinct is to run up to her and see if she is alright, maybe even pat the back of her hand comfortingly and tell one of the freshmen to run and get her a glass of water. Shaking his head, Ichiro sighs and tries to push down such gentlemanly instincts. If one wants to be a fighter they need to get used to fighting with pretty girls their own age.
Not keeping her away? Oh well. Ichiro grins and nods to Mizuki as she rushes at him, moving much faster than Ichiro would have given her credit for. Ichiro likes to fight from a distance, but fortunately for him, fighting at close quarters is pretty fun too. Lowering his hips yet again as the girl pivots on her left leg, Ichiro doesn't pay any attention for the right flying toward him. Instead, the captain of the lacrosse team launches himself towards the girl and /smacks/ her right in the face with the middle of his lacrosse stick's metal half, putting the entire bulk of his well-muscled frame behind the brutal strike. Frowning sullenly as the strike connects, Ichiro stumbles to the side slightly as Mizuki's kick glances off of his side. Good thing he's already decided that there's not much room to be a gentleman when fighting.
... wasn't expecting that. Ichiro's a tough customer indeed. Mizuki's absolutely devastated by the counterassault--even with her kick barely connecting, she's sent flying back, tumbling along the ground. That... that really hurt. But--but and this is important--Ichiro is -right-. There isn't room to be 'gentlemanly' in a fight. Mizuki recognizes that need. From her tumble, she slowly rises, panting heavily, her face marked where the lacrosse stick struck her.
Fortunately, she doesn't have much to say--not that she would have harsh words for the man, anyways... she accepts pain and injury as a necessity in learning to be a better fighter. And no fighter is fast enough to avoid -everything-, least of all Mizuki. So... she breathes in deeply, then concentrates. Her aura flares, pulsing around her invisibly, gathering up above her maybe six inches, forming a blue-green cloud... that breaks into rain, a glowing blue-green rain that showers Mizuki's body...
Circling over to the area where his lacrosse ball settled after bouncing off of Mizuki's face, Ichiro scoops the rubber ball into the net of his crosse and begins to toss the ball straight into the air absently as he watches Mizuki, catching it as it falls only to toss it up again. What is that girl doing? Ichiro wonders as a weird cloud forms above her head. Rain in the library? Oooh, the librarian isn't going to like that much. Catching the lacrosse ball one final time, Ichiro just stares at his opponent with a curiously look on his face as the rain falls on Mizuki. That doesn't seem like a very... effective attack... Shrugging, the Taiyo High student decides to take the time to focus his own energies once more, fanning the flame of his burning spirit as he raises his head to the heavens. There isn't a shout this time, or swirling energies, but golden energy does begin to glow from Ichiro's eyes as his spirit begins to flare. And thankfully there are no fires this time.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro gathers his will.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Ichiro
COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Mizuki with Iki no Mizu.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Ichiro
Clearly, just charging in at Ichiro is probably NOT the best strategy to take... Mizuki can see that. Hell, she can still feel it--the mark on her face isn't gone entirely. There are limits to her healing power. Still, once again she's allowed to tend to her wounds, unabated. Of course it isn't a very effective -attack-, but it's not an attack at all, now is it?!? That mark did fade quite a bit, perhaps cluing Ichiro in to the nature of Mizuki's special ability.
With Ichiro pulling power again--Mizuki can feel him doing so--she considers another headlong charge. But instead, she thinks more carefully, watching him. So far he's been pretty able to damage her at will... how then can she get around that?
Bravery in combat is all well and good, but Mizuki isn't built to take repeated hits like that, even with her abilities... there's got to be -something- she can do...
COMBATSYS: Mizuki focuses on her next action.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Ichiro
Gasping as the mark on Mizuki's face begins to visibly fade under the deluge of mystical rain, Ichiro finally understands the point of her 'attack'. "I didn't think that was possible!" he gasps to himself. It seems like Ichiro bears witness to more and more unusual abilities every time he fights! Well, if she has the ability to somehow heal herself of damage, then there's only really one thing Ichiro can think to do in retaliation, and that's to keep on heaping on the pain!
Tossing the lacrosse ball straight up into the air with a flick of his stick, Ichiro concentrates on the arching projectile for a brief moment as it hangs at the apex of it's flight. Suddenly, the ball erupts with bright golden energy, and Ichiro lifts his stick to catch the blazing fireball with the pocket of his crosse. "BOUNCE SHOT!" Ichiro cries out as he flings the lacrosse stick straight down, launching the ball burning brightly with the physical manifestation of Ichiro's own blazing spirit straight towards the ground. The fireball bounces solidly off of the carpet, leaving a dark brown soot mark, and flies up towards the ceiling where it ricochets back down towards the top of Mizuki's head.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Mizuki with Bounce Shot.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Mizuki 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Ichiro
Ichiro apparently just has her number. Despite the fact that he shouts the attack name--something Mizuki has tried but always feels silly doing--and that he's making what looks like an obvious shot...
Not only does it strike but it just knocks Mizuki straight to the floor. There isn't any reeling, there isn't any stumbling--it just flattens her, straight out, right down onto the flooring. She doesn't even move for a moment, doesn't even twitch. She -could- be out.
... but instead, she rises to her feet, shaking her head. Nnh. "... guess I'm not winnin' this one," she murmurs, half to herself. "But I ain't gonna make it -easy- on you..!" Her mission parameters have just changed, see.
Once again, her chi builds, making her hands glow an icy blue-white. This, then, would be different from her healing power... which she makes obvious as she intones, almost softly--not quite yelling, that is--"Gather, arctic winds.. and HOWL!" On the last word she throws her hands forward and an icestorm erupts from them, flaring outwards from her position in a narrow cone, a swirling blast of icy energy meant to engulf Ichiro's position.
COMBATSYS: Mizuki successfully hits Ichiro with Hyouryuu no Arashi.
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Mizuki 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 Ichiro
Gritting his teeth and brimming with determination, Ichiro ducks his head and prepares to run head on through that rather ominous maelstrom of icy energy between him and Mizuki. "Yaaaaaah!" Ichiro bellows as he charges forward, ducking his head in an attempt to deflect some of the pain with his helmet and give him a chance to emerge on the other side of the cone with enough momentum to launch a brutal attack of his own at the girl!
...."Gyaaaaaah!" Ichiro cries out in pain as soon as the blast hits him, knocking him to the floor rather unceremoniously and abruptly ending his charge. "Hhnnnn.." he groans... "That was worse... than I thought..." he mutters as he drags himself to his feet. Looking winded and a little weary for the first time this fight, Ichiro shakes his head as if to knock the cobwebs loose, and then fixes his eyes on the girl before him.
"Not going to win? You should never give up on yourself Ms. Kamigawa! The game is not over until the final buzzer has sounded!" Seemingly unperturbed by his failure mere moments ago, Ichiro attempts to pick up where he left off, charging with a full head of steam at the redhead, his arms pumping in front of them as they grip the lacrosse stick tightly. "Yaaah!" Ichiro battle cries as he launches himself at the girl, attempting to plow into her with a shoulder block, if he manages to knock her back and off balance with the first strike, Oe will quickly follow it up with three quick knee strikes as if he were Roberto juggling a soccer ball, then his lacrosse stick will suddenly erupt with bright golden energy as he hacks at her like with it like Shoma trying to hit a home run. To cap off his barrage, Ichiro will finally swing his helmeted head forward towards the staggering girl and bash her with a brutal, yet inelegant headbutt. That is, if he manages to connect with that first shoulder tackle. If not he'll probably be left looking rather foolish and inept.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Mizuki with SDF Lacrosse.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Ichiro
Yeah. She's -definitely- not winning this fight now. Again attempting to use speed to her advantage, she finds that Ichiro's charge is just too fast--by the time she's taken a step to the side he's already plowing into her, and the followups pretty much leave her staggering, until that last headbutt--which floors her again. Honestly, she's pretty ready to throw in the towel. Her goal of training her speed took a big step backwards in this fight. But... she's still active, somehow, as she finds the energy to push herself to her feet.
Shaking her head again, she tries to look not as groggy and punchdrunk as she is, raising shaky arms once more. "... ... that really... -really- hurt... but I'm not done yet..." Just.... y'know. -Really close- to being done.. really really close. As 'drunk' as she is, she can still move, and it's with the intent of doing something damaging to Ichiro that she does in fact move forward... stopping only a few feet away, pulling her arms back, and thrusting them forward. Accompanying the motion is a dispersed, waist-high wave of her icy chi, flaring outwards once more...
COMBATSYS: Ichiro endures Mizuki's Hyouryuu no Fuki.
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Mizuki 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Ichiro
It actually really kills Ichiro to do this. Every fiber of his teenage being is screaming at him to stop trying to beat up a girl his age. This is pretty much the opposite of what thousands of years of evolution has programmed him to do. But no one ever said trying to become an elite fighter didn't have consequences. All that said, Ichiro looks totally focused and composed. His years of training and practice to compete on the lacrosse field enables him to push all other thought aside and to zero in on the objective, and right now the objective is to beat his opponent's face in. Diving towards the staggering miko, Ichiro throws himself through the waist high wave of icy chi that sends a shiver throughout his entire body and sends certain external parts of his body retreating up towards the inside where it is warm. These parts shall remain nameless. None the less, this time, unlike the last huge blast of chi he tried this with; he is able to keep his feet pumping and his momentum forward. Bringing the butt of his lacrosse stick up towards Mizuki's face, Ichiro attempts to thump her right on the forehead, just above where his initial lacrosse ball hit, and rattle her brain enough to hopefully put her down for the count.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Mizuki with Quick Strike.
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Mizuki 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Ichiro
She is -way- too tired to even think about dodging. Mizuki wavers on her feet; she isn't even sure what happens when suddenly, stick to the forehead. It'll put her down--but she's kind of moving on automatic so... forgive her. At least, her instincts are. Her eyes are already glazed over--and then she explodes with icy chi, her instinctive last effort...
Were she still conscious, she'd apologize. This isn't how she normally operates, after all--she would, in most cases, be at least conscious enough to hold back... but those hits really got to her. Gotta toughen up the ol' braincase, maybe get Frei to hit her in the head with one of those foam noodle things or somethin'.
In any case, after that brief, omnidirectional storm goes out, Mizuki can be found in the eye of the storm, slumped over, clearly out, at least for the nonce... she'll be up and about a few minutes later, perhaps, but... she's clearly out -now-.
But, for all that, some small corner of her brain thinks... it wasn't a -bad- fight on her end... just her defenses were... lacking, severely. Something to think about, when she can think...
COMBATSYS: Mizuki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Ichiro dodges Mizuki's Hyouryuu no Arashi.
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Thump. Ichiro feels his stick strike solidly and true as he trots past Mizuki. A smile a triumph begins to creep to his lips as he realizes that the fight is probably his, but it is quickly banished as he feels a slight tingling at the base of his neck, like his hairs are standing on end. While Ichiro is capable of working up a good amount of chi, his control is mostly instinctive and untrained, yet this is one feeling that he's slowly becoming aware of and it's pretty darn alarming right now. Aware that even though this fight mostly went his way, it has taken quite a toll on him in the process and one more solid hit just might send him down alongside Mizuki. A grimace of suspense on his face, the lacrosse captain dives forward and rolls on one shoulder just in time to clear himself from the epicenter of the icy death explosion. Grunting softly as he pulls himself to his feet, Ichiro turns and walks back to Mizuki as his classmates begin to cheer. "Are you okay Ms. Kamigawa?" Ichiro asks quietly, to his haunches as the judge declares him the victor. If his opponent were male he'd be attempting to help him up right now, but manhandling Mizuki in such a way wouldn't be proper. Besides, she might still be unconscious. Better yet to let her rest and let the Neo League officials deal with it.
Mizuki's eyes flutter open a moment later. "Nnh.. guess... guess I lost..." She might've been able to turn it around, perhaps... but that's the way combat works. Despite the roaring headache Ichiro's left her with, she manages a msile as she pushes herself up to a sitting position. "No, I--I'm fine..." Just don't ask her to stand up right now. It might be bad.
"... or rather... I -will- be fine... but... I think I'm just gonna lie down here... for a bit... if that's okay." She sounds a little groggy, a little out of it; as she slumps back down, the NL medics are there, and one of them flashes Ichiro a reassuring smile.
"No worries kid, we'll get her fixed up." As if sensing that Ichiro might feel bad about beating her rather soundly, she raises her left hand and gives Ichiro a thumbs up. What's it mean? Who knows, she just saw it in a movie somewhere.
Log created on 20:52:01 05/14/2008 by Mizuki, and last modified on 00:41:29 05/15/2008.