Description: Mai and Hotaru battle it out, with Hayato serving as a chaos agent. With both Hayato and Hotaru forced to wear fashions designed by Mai, one might think the kunoichi would have the upper hand... (Winner: Hotaru)
SOUTHTOWN FASHION WEEK KICKS OFF IN STYLE!
Will be the headline. The subtitle?
WITH NEW SPRING LOOKS AND NINJA VIOLENCE
Indeed, Mai Shiranui's fashion conquest begins here, at the Fighting Love Fashion Show. Reporters, magazine editors, and celebrities like Victoria Beckham and Frankie Muniz sit in the crowd, as koto music is played over pulsing, headache-inducing techno beats. One after another, male and female models hit the catwalk, pouting their way through a display of Mai's fashion skills -- which range from sort of kawaii to retro-chic to romanticizing medieval Japan to very nearly pornographic -- and walking backstage. After the last model, who appears to just be wearing a poncho over a fundoshi, has made his exit, a woman in a beautiful red kimono walks onstage. She smiles. "Thank you, everyone," she says, into a mic that is hidden somewhere or other. "Because without you, Shiranui Style would only be used in reference to kicking someone in the mouth so hard that they're unable to even be fitted for dentures -- not for the cutting edge in fighting fashion!"
With a twirl, the kimono disappears to god-knows-where and reveals Mai Shiranui in her classic garb, except tonight she has opted to take all of the red and white and sew an absurd amount of glitter into it, making what little fabric actually covers her sparkle in the light. "Now, let me show you the transformative power of Shiranui Style -- just as my clan's ninjitsu turns the weak into the strong, so too does my fashion turn the ridiculous looking into the glamorous!" 'Before' pictures of Hayato and Hotaru appear on screens to either side of Mai. "Hotaru -- Hayato -- come show them what real fighters look like!"
By the power of Mai's fashion, Hayato is transformed from burning phys ed teacher to awkward math professor. A light blue dress shirt, open at the collar to allow for the black and gold checkerboard ascot. Covering that is a plaid jacket in somewhat muted tones, the top button fastened and the whole thing looking perhaps a size too small for Hayato's broad chest. On his legs he wears a pair of charcoal grey slacks, and on his feet a pair of light brown leather shoes. All this is after the audience is actually able to see him, though. It takes a few moments, because he's busy trying to convince one of the scantily clad female models to go out for drinks after this.
Eventually someone taps him on the shoulder and all but pushes him out onto the runway. And so he strides out into view. Aside from the shinai held lazily across his shoulder, Hayato's outfit certainly makes him look like a more intellectual type than he actually is... at least, if you ignore the way it actually fits on him, and his body language. This nerd looks like he could pick you up with one hand and then twist your head off. Not something academics are generally known for.
Hotaru had no idea what she was getting into this week. Having the match explained as a 'dress up' event provoked a patient, faint smile from her. 'Oh, that's nice.' she had stated without really meaning it. It typically meant gallivanting around in front of cameras trying to actually fight while whatever clumsy attire they had in mind for her. Then she found out the real catch. Her wardrobe would be designed by none other than her opponent, Mai Shiranui, and her patient smile faded fast.
Back stage preperations were awkward as Hotaru started questioning every step of the process. For the girl that felt showing up to fights in a form fitting chengosam was risque if only because of the long slits necessary in the skirt to let her move, the outfit assembled for her on this special event goes far beyond the levels of, ah, exposure she's ever been interested in. Presented with a minimalist yellow bikini, the crew helping her get ready must have sensed the girl's reservations. 'Don't worry, you'll have a skirt too.' That mollified the girl for all of half a second until she saw what passed as a skirt for this show. Further protests didn't help much: 'Why do I need a scarf, it's summer. Am I going to the beach or skiing?' 'Wait. Where's the rest of it?' and 'So what's in these pouches anyway?' were among the many comments the girl had to offer throughout the ordeal.
But she can't stall her way out of this one. Mai calls for the fighters to step forth, which means it's time to shut up and step up. The large picture of the 'Before' image of the girl shows a teen fighter, clad in a conservative white and blue Chinese styled garb, her hair done up in classic twin-tails. The girl that steps out on the stage looks nothing of the sort.
With cheeks already tinted a hint of red, Hotaru Futaba steps into view. Her outfit consists of a yellow bikini, an impossibly short brown skirt with a utility belt of uncertain utility. Around her neck a thick red~yellow scarf dangles all the way down to the level of her knees and her arms are covered with fancy, detatched, yellow beribboned sleeves. Ankle-high boots cover her feet and her hair is done up in a nest of tightly woven braids. The entire look suggests... nomadic... surfer... gypsy... cable repair person. At least, that's about how she's summed it up in her head.
"I don't understand how it's particularly fair to have someone define their opponent's attire," the girl mutters softly, blue eyes squinting to focus on the glitter-sparkling ninja responsible for all this, Mai Shiranui.
Mai giggles as the two enter, clearly excited. "And now comes the part you've /all/ been waiting for!" she says, walking to a point equidistant between the two professional-models-yet-to-be. "The real edge of the Shiranui Style line comes into play now -- these are clothes that you can not only look amazing in -- but that you can dish out amazing beatings in, as well!" Mai does a flippy hand gesture that somehow produces her fans, and she swishes one open, fanning herself theatrically as she looks over at Hayato -- and then again, at Hotaru. "Not to mention the intimidation dealt out when your opponent suddenly feels self-conscious about what they're wearing!" A huge stage wink.
Backflipping and landing in a combat stance, Mai faces down Hotaru. "Come on, Hotaru -- show the world /your/ Shiranui Style!"
COMBATSYS: Mai has started a fight here.
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Mai 0/-------/-------|
Hayato rolls his neck a few times, and there's an ominous creak from the seams of his coat. Well, it'd be more ominous if anybody besides Hayato could hear it... it's not exactly quiet in here. He lowers his shinai into a ready position, setting his feet apart as he shifts his weight back and forth for a few moments. "Well, whenever you ladies are ready to get started, I'll be happy to start throwing in some chaos."
For a moment Hayato's gaze drifts away from the actual fight, towards where some of the models are watching the proceedings. He tries unsuccessfully for a few moments to establish eye contact, then just decides to aim wildly, winking and grinning in their general direction. Maybe one of them will think he's paying her particular attention. Hey, he can hope, right?
COMBATSYS: Hayato has joined the fight here.
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Hayato 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mai
"Is that your dad?" one of the models asks another.
Hotaru has never met Mai before. But the young woman's reputation is certainly well known. She seems more a teenager than even some of the girl's own High School peers. Energetic, giggly, and out to have a lot of fun, from what the Kenpo artist can surmise. Self-conscious would be putting it mildy, as Hotaru takes further steps out into open view. Her hand comes up to rest against her top, as if skeptical of it staying securely in place, before she releases a soft exhale, whispering to herself. "Just focus... you can do this."
At Mai's backflip into a ready stance, Hotaru tries to put herself through her normal ready routine, taking a deep breath, crossing her arms in front of her, before exhaling slowly and unfolding them. Raising her hands to a ready position, feet a little ways apart, she isn't entirely convinced that it helped much. She still looks rather sheepish about the whole affair.
But she'll do her best to present herself otherwise. "I'm ready," she states with a slight nod, doing everything she can to avoid any accidental eye contact with the audience surrounding the walkway, lest she end up all flustered and distracted again!
COMBATSYS: Hotaru has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Mai 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/-------|
Shiranui Ninjitsu: the dirtiest style in the game short of 'just stabbing people in the shower.'
To wit: when Hayato and Hotaru each in turn declare their readiness, Mai smiles. With one hand, she reaches up... and snaps her fingers. The hall where the show is being held suddenly goes dark and quiet. The only noise, for a pregnant moment, is the confused ambience of the crowd.
Then, the music starts up again, pummeling forward at 320bpm, so fast and loud that you'd think it was Grind on Drunk Co-Eds Night at the local all-you-can-snort emporium. The lights pick up too, all stark whites and steely blues, and FLASHING RAPIDLY in an epilepsy-baiting strobe pattern. And when the strobe light comes on? Mai Shiranui is already in the air, knee pointed at Hotaru's head.
Hayato blinks a few times as the lights suddenly go out... and then come back on. For a few moments he can't make out much of anything beyond the flashing strobe lights. Lucky for him that Mai's not launching an attack his way, because it takes him too long to adjust to be able to properly deal with much of anything that might get thrown at him. Once he does adjust, though, Hayato is able to get his bearings pretty well. He plays lots of video games, so rapidly flickering lights and different colors aren't going to slow him down for too long!
Slamming the hand clutching his shinai into the palm of his left hand, Hayato watches Mai and Hotaru clashing, then sprints across the stage toward the two ladies. Time to start dealing some damage! And it seems that Mai happens to be the closest one, so when Hayato's shinai goes up, it's the ninja that it comes slicing down toward. Nothing too crazy, just a straightforward attempt to smack her on the top of the head.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru blocks Mai's Medium Strike.
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Mai 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/-------|
In her ready stance, the girl finds it a little easier to keep her focus on her wily opponent and think less about the revealing attire assembled for her. The blush in her cheeks doesn't fade, the demure youth shaking her head as Mai continues to grandstand. And then everything becomes flooded with that loud music, shaking the walls, rocking the floor, and causing the girl to wince, wanting to pull her hands up to cover her sensitive ears.
Given the differences between her and her opponent, it seems hard to believe that they're from the same national background. Then again, taking the blatently obvious difference in physique into mind, it seems even more natural for them to share little in common - especially when it comes to tastes in music.
A glance toward Hayato is offered, Hotaru pitying the jacket clad Phys Ed teacher turned Math Prof for a split second, but she knows full well that he's not going to be dishing out compassion with that shinai of his, so she had best be on guard for what hard hitting antics he might have in mind as well.
The lights go out, and Hotaru protests, "Hey, this wasn't part of the-" But she doesn't even finish before they come back on, with blindingly bright, flashing strobe lights that leave her barely able to see what's going on at all. Bringing her arms up and bunkering down, the girl ends up bracing for the knee strike without even being entirely sure from whence it came.
The force sends her sliding along just a little, but now that the fight is joined, she moves with a certain fluidity in response. Dropping down into a low stance, one leg far out in front of the other, actively forcing herself to not consider the affect this has on her nigh non-existant skirt, the yellow bikini clad girl springs right back at Mai with a fair amount of speed in retaliation.
Her return strike happens to coincide with Hayato's overhead swing, though she didn't plan that on purpose as her vision is still somewhat spotty as-is. The actual attack comes while she's in mid-air, a circular, windmilling swing of her arms as she attempts to buffet the other girl with those quick strikes before landing back on her feet.
COMBATSYS: Hayato successfully hits Mai with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Mai 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Mai with Enryuu Banda.
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Mai 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/-------|
The shinai cracks Mai right in the freaking head, although the sound of wood on skull is barely audible over the thumping techno -- actually, that it can be even /barely/ heard is a good indication as to how hard it hit. The blow comes just as Mai is rebounding from Hotaru's block -- which in turn allows Hotaru to hit her.
Right in her exposed, voluptuous chest.
"Aiya!" Mai blurts, as her hand clutches her tender bosom, staggering backward. "You screwed up my body glitter! Do you have any idea how much of it I had to apply?!" She swings forward, hoping to avoid another shinai strike as she spins and, coming out of the turn, whips one of her closed fans toward Hotaru!
Luckily for Mai, she doesn't have to worry about another shinai strike just yet. Hayato takes a half step back after his shinai bounces back off of Mai's head, and watches the continued clash between the two female fighters. He watches for a moment, then suddenly spins about and extends his arm as he steps back in toward the other two. This time he's aiming toward Hotaru, bringing his shinai sweeping in horizontally toward her back, aiming to catch her just below the shoulders.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Hayato's Medium Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Mai successfully hits Hotaru with Kachou Sen.
- Power hit! -
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Mai 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/------=|
She can hear the crack of Hayato's shinai against her opponent's head. The student fighter has faced the rugged teacher more than enough times to know just exactly how /that/ feels. But she's committed to her strike anyway, already in motion, resulting in an open palmed... impact with the sizeable assets of her opponent. Hotaru draws her forward hand back even as her feet touch the stage, cotton baubles around her ankles dangling and swinging with her movement.
"A-ah, I didn't mean-" the girl stammers at first, only to get cut off by a shinai swipe headed her way. Ducking low, she weaves down and under it, letting it sail harmlessly past her for right now. A close call, but a clean evasion nonetheless. She comes back up out of her elusive dodge to face Mai, realizing that having to apologize for striking her opponent isn't very logical in a /fight/. And she's about to point out that body glitter isn't really something that merits high priority...
When she finds herself rising into that spinning fan hurtling her way. With no defenses active, it collides with her bare stomach, sending her sliding backward several steps from the power behind it before the fan bounces away. Hissing a little, the girl shakes her head, hand coming up to rub the red mark left behind tenderly. That stung!
Breathing in, the Kenpo artist strengthens her resolve, darting forward to close distance as quickly as she can muster. Her intent is to go for Mai's wrist and seize a tight enough hold on it to pull the fast talking ninja forward off her balance and twist her to the floor of the stage quickly with a very simple yet effective judo-styled slam. "YA!"
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Mai with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Mai 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/------=|
Mai's wrist is grabbed as she tries to spin around Hotaru in an unnecessarily flashy twirl -- she's very much mugging for the audience, bouncing and flouncing more than she really should, and the more serious-minded Hotaru is thus able to slam her to the ground.
From the front row, Frankie Muniz gets an amazing view of Mai's ass as she swings her legs up from her flat-on-her-back position and kicks to her feet. Quickly reassuming her ready stance, Mai lets out a faint growl of annoyance. "This isn't working out how I planned," she murmurs.
INSIDE MAI'S HEAD
Mai bounces triumphantly over Hotaru and Hayato, and Karl Lagerfeld hands her some kind of trophy.
IN THE REAL WORLD
Mai lunges toward Hotaru but suddenly feints and ducks low, attempting to sweep the girl's legs out from under her!
Well, it looks like Mai is taking a bit of a beating. But whatever Hayato thinks about that, he can't stop unleashing the pain in this fight. Well, he could... but where would the fun be in that? He does, however, wait for a few moments after his missed strike at Hotaru. There's no need to keep up a sustained assault when nobody is fighting back against him, anyway. He simply waits for a good opening... like Mai ducking down low to sweep Hotaru's legs out from under her.
While the ninja is doing that, Hayato comes up from behind, rearing back and raising his right leg. Still nothing too over the top from the Burning Phys Ed Teacher, but it would be difficult to keep that kind of assault up equally against two opponents. It is, however, quite easy for him to attempt to simply drive one large foot square into Mai's back.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Mai with En Bi Kyaku.
- Power fail! -
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Mai 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/------=|
This is all going according to how /Hotaru/ thinks it should. She'll show that tricky ninja what good ol' fashioned, traditional martial arts can do against her showboating, overly fancy ways. She slams the red + glitter clad girl to the stage with a solid thud then takes a step back, turning her side toward Mai, getting ready to counter strike whatever comes her way next. Arms raised, scarf blowing uselessly in some artificially created wind, the girl is ready to dish out some serious pain right about now.
And as Mai steps in, boldly closing range with what seems a readable attack to the girl, Hotaru retaliates, stepping forward, ready to dish out a mule kick of epic proportions and send the other featherweight flying. She'll put an end to this fight and go get some real clothes on! At least, that's how she pictured it in /her/ head. Her plan goes awry in a chain reaction of mishaps.
The non-utility belt around her waist comes unclasped as the girl readies her kick, though she doesn't notice the sudden slack in pressure. Prepared to strike out from the side and backward with the intent to plow into Mai's stomach with a punishing strike, she only realizes that the strip of cloth that passes for her skirt has started to slip down her skinny, bikini-clad hips. This becomes quite the problem when she actually makes the attempted kick, only to find her thighs restrained. "KYA- ACK!"
Mai's sweep more than handily completes the job, taking Hotaru's other foot clean out from under her. Hotaru starts to recover, thinking she can pull out of this gravefully by slamming down her partially raised foot to make up for having her other foot swept, but in the process, her foot comes down on that excessively long scarf instead, causing the girl to wrench her neck and finish landing in a heap on her back just as Mai had intended; a pained gasp escaping her lips.
She lies there for a long moment, a bewildered expression on her face as she stares up in the blinking lights. But then she scowls, her entire face blushing red as she rolls onto her side, draws that ridiculously short skirt back up into place, then rises up to standing, whirling around to face Mai, "You planned that!" she accuses the tricky ninja, her suspicions about how unfair it is having her opponent design her wardrobe most definitely confirmed!
COMBATSYS: Hayato successfully hits Mai with Light Kick.
Glancing Blow
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Mai 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 Hotaru
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Hayato 0/-------/------=|
"Unf!" Mai is back-stomped, taking the blow and rolling away as quickly as she can. Poor Mai -- she's already bound for so many spinal problems later in life that this can't possibly help anything. As she windmills to her feet, she glances at Hotaru's skirt problems. "That belt was actually supposed to degrade later in the fight," she notes. "I mean, now it just looks like I'm peddling shoddy merchandise! But it works, you're showing the bikini, which is an equally important part of the ensemble." Mai giggles before lunging forward again.
"I think it's time to really step this fight up!" Mai chirps, leaping /over/ Hotaru, landing on her toes on some nearby stereo equipment and immediately rebounding off, backflipping a frankly extraordinary distance to kick off again from part of the stage display -- and then launching herself down at Hotaru! In a blinding flash, she's spinning down in a cannonball so quickly that whatever ninja trick she's using can't even be seen -- so it looks like Mai has set herself on fire, almost, a ninja fireball pointed right at the unwitting swimsuit advertisement!
Hayato studiously avoids looking at any wardrobe malfunctions on Hotaru's part. At least for another year or so. For now he'll just look her in the face while he's attempting to beat her up! He follows up after Mai, and when the ninja leaps right over Hotaru it leads to the younger girl being right there for Hayato to take a swing at. He swings his arm back, and that's when the jacket finally has enough. There's a quiet snap, and the button from the front of the jacket goes flying out at high speed.
The flapping clothing doesn't slow Hayato down, though, as he brings his shinai around in an arc and then swinging down toward the top of Hotaru's head. If she's really unlucky, she might also get hit in the eye with the button or something, but that's not intended. Really!
COMBATSYS: Hayato successfully hits Hotaru with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru interrupts Hou'ou no Mai from Mai with Ten-ren-ge EX.
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On her feet, eying Mai, cheeks beet red, Hotaru's eyes widen as the Shiranui ninja responds to her accusation with something that doesn't remotely resemble denial. "W-wait a second," the girl stammers suddenly, "What else is supposed to degrade?!" Her arms cross over her chest as she looks ready to just bolt the stage before any more unexpected sneaky ninja tricks manifest in her already dubious wardrobe. Mai takes to the air then, but Hotaru is barely paying attention, one hand slipping down to tuck a thumb into the waistband of her skirt, looking all together awkward and distracted by whatever distressing suspicions come to mind.
Not being focused ends up costing her, however, as Hayato isn't slowing down one bit. The snap of a button giving up the ghost in the Phys Ed teacher's jacket goes unheard over the ruckus of the environment - the Kenpo artist's ability to make sense of anything going on drastically diminished by the noise and flashing lights. It doesn't get any better when that spinning button pings her right in the eye, causing her to forget about her costume all together and bring her hands up to guard herself from an attack she can't see now that her eyes are squinted shut.
Such desperate defense hardly works against someone of Hayato's stature and experience, and his trusty shinai comes swinging down with a solid thunk against the crown of Hotaru's head, slamming the featherweight to the floor hard. "OW!" she cries out, hands coming up to rest on top of her head. She's about to just lie there and give up this charade, squinting through tearing eyes at the ceiling above her...
And that's when she remembers Mai's leap into the air. The ninja is on the move. She can't just sit there, she's going to get smacked, tripped, kicked, or who knows what if she does. Spinning up into a low crouch, the girl becomes aware of the incoming attack more because of the flames that sheath the spinning girl than being able to actually see her. That proves to be... just enough. "That does it!"
Springing into Mai's dive, Hotaru unloads a swift frenzy of rapid palm strikes, each one packing quite a punch for such a small fighter, drawing Mai down to the ground to weather out the rest of the assault. "Tenrenge!" She finishes with a rising shoulder slam that takes her off the ground and lets her spin into an aerial jump kick toward the torso of the agile ninja, aiming, perhaps, to knock her clean off the catwalk before dropping into a clusmy landing. The pain of plowing into the Shiranui flames catches up with the girl as she gasps, stumbling forward, dropping to hands and knees for just a brief moment, trying not to simply fall over from being so disoriented by this bewildering fight.
Mai is kicked right off the catwalk, indeed -- and into the screen still holding the 'before' picture of Hotaru. She smashes into it with enough force that it shatters, a killing (well, not /killing/) blow atop the pummeling she just received. Her flame trick has died out, but a racuous display of sparks shoots everywhere -- luckily, Mai bounces off of her point of impact, so she's not electrocuted. Unluckily, she bounces off, so she just kind of lands in a horrible heap on the floor.
Cut and bruised, Mai forces herself to her feet, picking up a discarded fan and giving herself a few flaps of air. "Good fighting, kid," she says, weakly smiling. "Do me a favor, though, when you walk out, let the skirt fall a bit, leave 'em asking for more when they see the thong." She gives Hotaru a gentle punch to the arm, like a 'hey, good fight' kind of gesture, and turns to the crowd.
Clutching her temple with one hand, Mai continues fanning herself. "And now you see, everyone! Whether it's through Shiranui ninjitsu, or Shiranui fashion... you can unlock the ninja spirit within you -- just as Hotaru and Hayato did! Let's give them a huge hand!"
Sweeping up the tails of her slinky semi-outfit in the crook of one elbow, Mai struts back toward the two, even if it hurts like hell to pretend she's not hurting like hell. "I think you gave me a concussion," she murmurs to Hayato as she passes.
COMBATSYS: Mai takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Mai can no longer fight.
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Hayato 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Hotaru
Well, Hayato wasn't really able to show off his moves, but he did get a couple good hits in... and he's not going to turn down the applause from the audience. He grins, waving to the audience as they vocalize their approval of the match. He briefly pauses to give a bit of an embarassed cough as Mai makes an aside to him as she walks past. Hey, it's not like he enjoys hitting women, or anything. There are much more fun things to do with them. But he never holds back just because his opponents are female!
After the brief celebration, though, he does turn to Hotaru. "Hey, sorry about the eye. You okay?" It... would not do to put out somebody's eye in a fight. Permanently disfiguring an opponent? It's not like he's /Ryu/ or something!
COMBATSYS: Hayato has left the fight here.
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As she lands in that clumsy stumble of hers, Hotaru looks like she's just about ready to flop over, arms trembling to keep her propped up, braided hair flopping down around her face, breaths coming in gasps as she struggles to collect her bearings. One hand comes up to rest over her eye, to make sure that she's going to be all right. It seems nothing worse than minor pain and irritation there, though. No lasting impact.
That the match has come to its conclusion actually takes a moment to sink in as she lifts her head, glancing around, realizing that the person she just spent the last few seconds flailing at was in fact her opponent, and that she managed to dish out a pretty good hit with it.
Rising up the rest of the way to her feet, she starts to get control over her breathing, readying herself for another attack. But one doesn't come, as Mai collects her fan and then gives her a playful punch to the arm. All of the indignation she held moments before bleed out of the girl now that the fight's over and the Shiranui ninja is giving her a compliment. "Thanks," she replies sheepishly, one hand coming up to rest at the back of her neck while the other stays firmly tucked into her waistband to keep the skirt in place. "Sorry I yelled at you," she adds afterward, murmuring the words but clearly loud enough to be heard by her opponent.
Bowing her head respectfully toward the fashion designing ninja, she quirks a faint grin and slightly shakes her head. Chances are, she's not going to go out of her way 'leaving 'em asking for more'. Turning toward Hayato as he expresses concern, Hotaru lowers her hand from behind her neck and shakes her head, "Don't worry about it. I bet it was another ninja trick setup in advance. Not your fault," she states suspiciously. To say she's had countless bad runs with ninja-sorts is putting it mildly. "Good to see you again though. Take care!" And with that the young martial artist turns to speed off the stage. Time to get some real clothes on again!
Log created on 22:09:09 08/15/2008 by Hayato, and last modified on 22:26:57 08/26/2008.