Description: A random meeting in the YFCC between Setsuka and the young punk known as Tyler... a fight that Setsuka thinks is going to be easy prey... turns out to be surprising for both parties.
An early evening at the community center, few gathered in the place; including the german american Tyler, whom is wandering about the place, checking it out at the moment. He checks out the furniture, the tables, the artwork, the cafetaria, the only things that he doesn't check out is the Infirmary and the Library, with good reason.
Setsuka wouldn't, normally, even think about setting foot in what is, essentially, a YMCA with more boxing equipment. It just isn't her style. But she's here anyways--for reasons only she could provide, though getting them out of her would be quite a feat in and of itself. The distinctive hairstyle and the sword mark her, of course; this is the Young _FIGHTER'S_ Community Center, but none of the fighters are taught with bladed weapons--or allowed to carry live steel.
Though she hasn't drawn the blade yet, it's obvious that it -is- live steel--it isn't a prop, as the weapon looks too elegantly plain for that. There's no dragons running up and down the scabbard, nothing like that... there's something about the sword that just screams 'I am real.'
This young man doesn't notice the woman's weaponry when she enters -- he notices her dress... He swoons dramatically, raising a hand to his forehead and pretending to feint a little. He then takes a few steps to approach her, with a cheesy grin plastered on his face he says arrogantly,"Hello sweetheart, you look lost. Might I help you find something?" Tyler winks at her teasingly in a playful manner.
... did he just... he did. Setsuka turns and -looks- at Tyler, her blue eyes like pale ice. The stare just continues--it is intense, intent, and disapproving, even as she's grinning just slightly. That gaze fixed on him, she considers a moment, what to say, what to do... what to do... Raising her right hand, she taps her chin with her fingertips.
"Well, you certainly seem like a big, strapping young fellow," she observes, lightly, as she turns to walk away from the young man... thinking he'll follow, as she makes her way out towards one of the practice mats. Then she turns, looking entirely too chipper, suddenly. "Do you work here? Are you a fighter?"
Tyler does indeed follow, all the meanwhile that huge cheesy grin spread across his face, it's kinda hard to miss at this point. He reaches up to scratch his head thoughtlessly,"Uh, no, I don't work here." He then grins even more broadly, in a boastfully proud manner and says,"Yes, yes I am. Why? You wanna roll around on the mats with me?" He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. "You know, that is one smokin' dress... and you've got some swords too." He points out as he happens to check her out again for who knows how many times now,"Mmm, actually, that's kind of hot. You're hot, you into big, young, strappin' men are you? Cause if you are then well... I am definately what you're looking for. Tyler is the name, you can call me TJ if you like, or you can call me sugar daddy; Whatever floats your boat, lady."
"Mmm. You don't work here? That's too bad..." She rubs her chin. But... hmm. She turns to face Tyler, and... thinks a little. Well. She had kind of hoped to engage in some pointless violence... some of those more bloodthirsty urges coming out, you know, that kind of thing. So she smiles faintly, at the young man and his obvious come-ons.
"I suppose that, yes, I could be persuaded to fight. Though... I don't think you'll want to fight me," she remarks, her grin turning ever so slightly wicked. Her left hand tightens its grip on the scabbard of her blade, as she turns to face Tyler. Perhaps she's feeling perverse, wanting to spread a little discord and destruction around.
" Most fighters are afraid of my blade... But I promise not to kill you," she says, almost sing-song, "really..."
"You wanna fight? Oh hell yeah.." Tyler doesn't even seem to be paying attention to anything else she has to say, he's already dropping his backpack and sliding on his MMA gloves, strapping them on tightly as he moves further onto the mat, closer to the petite woman aggressively.
"You promise not to kill me? Is that supposed to be an insult? Cause you're only turning me on, lady... Oh, and I don't need a name, but if you want to give one, that's cool too."
The young man isn't prone to hesitation; infact, he always likes to be the first to throw the first punch and that's exactly what he does; and he doesn't hold anything back either.
The young man hauls back and swings a heavy fist right at the woman with violent intent, not giving it another moments thought whether it's proper or not. He obviously doesn't care. Launching a rocket of a fist as it literally dips below his waist and comes rising rapidly, aimed for that pretty chin.
If fighting was sex for Tyler, this action would certainly be compared to pre-ejaculation, he's jumping way ahead a bit too excitedly.
COMBATSYS: Tyler has started a fight here.
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Tyler 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Setsuka has joined the fight here.
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Tyler 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Setsuka
COMBATSYS: Setsuka dodges Tyler's One-Hit Wonder.
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Tyler 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Setsuka
Ah, delightful... Setsuka's opponent is even more eager. She can feel that eagerness--she can sense, in some sense, the adrenaline rush that signals his acceptance and his intent. It's telegraphed, clear as day, and she doesn't even need to be psychic for it--she can see in his body language, even before he moves. And then he moves, indeed, coming in with a huge, huge uppercut.
Unfortunately for him, though, she is more than amply able to avoid the uppercut--in fact, she doesn't do much to avoid it, the barest minimum of effort needed to sidestep, her body twisting around. "Yes," she replies, patiently, "I do promise." She's confident--arrogant--in her own way, and it shows. As she's twisted around, she hop-steps backwards, gripping her blade as she hops, with her right hand.
The moemnt she lands, the blade sings as it's drawn from the scabbard. It is a classic iaijutsu and battoujutsu manuever, the blade-drawing cut... except she's already a good ten yards away from Tyler. However, the act of cutting outwards also allowed her to concentrate her energies... and so an arc-shaped slash of Psycho Power, a cool blue-purple in color, lashes out for Tyler. The Psycho Power is cold, and shocking--two altogether unpleasant sensations, brought together.
COMBATSYS: Tyler endures Setsuka's Kokuu Zan.
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Tyler 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Setsuka
Tyler can see her moves but he just can't keep up with them, he's just not quick enough, so when she moves he just stands there rather lazily,"Oh, you're quick."
As the energy strikes the young man, he just stands there -- the shocking cold coarsing through his every fiber for a brief moment, he shivers and grins. He rolls his head from one side to the other,"Oh come on, really? Is that how you're going to play? Don't tell me those blades are just for show, cause that'd be rather dissappointing."
Sigh.
Tyler standing there relaxed for a moment, then he suddenly bursts into a dead sprint toward Setsuka and just a few feet from her he hops into the air -- really, he doesn't even really need to jump that high, he just basically lifts his knee high enough to try and drive it into her face.
While darting at her, he calls out mockingly,"I thought you wanted to fight?! Here I come! Let's see exactly what you got!"
COMBATSYS: Tyler successfully hits Setsuka with Running Knee Slam.
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Tyler 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Setsuka
If he thinks to get her attention with taunting... well, he's pretty wrong about that. Setsuka's pretty ironclad in that respect. She just smiles... of course, that ends when he knees her in the face. The impact is pretty tremendous; she goes flying, though she doesn't hit the ground, so to speak; instead she's landing on her toes, some ten yards further back, all of that from the impact of Tyler's knee. There's a metallic tang of blood in her mouth; she spits, somehow making it look elegant, leaving a streak of bloody sputum on the mat.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," she replies, blandly, as she settles into a stance. But it's really her eyes that are doing the work, as she sizes her opponent up. Big, massive--hits like a truck. Probably pretty slow... but she'll have to be careful not to be overconfident... still, she thinks... she can bring him down. No question about it...
That depends, however, on if he's impatient enouhg to come running at her, as she expects he will, or if he's going to hang back.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka focuses on her next action.
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Tyler 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Setsuka
Well, she's right about one thing --- He's big and massive; hits like a truck. Okay, she's right about two things...
Tyler doesn't waste a moment, he's always on the aggressive, and well, his adrenaline is only fueling him in this fight; it's like when coaches shoot an injured player full of drugs so that they can play through injuries; that cold shower he got moments before? Not slowing this young chap down in the slightest.
The young german american bull rushes his fallen opponent, looking to pounce ontop of her with a couple more devastating knees, he calls out to her as he continues to fight,"I suggest you don't hold back, cause I'm not!"
Power over speed? Well, maybe a little bit, but that is kind of a tricky assumption, cause even he shows his little bursts of speed occassionally, he's just focusing more on the power than on quickness. A few well placed hits is all it takes to end a fight, any good fighter knows that -- and alot of them, to their dismay, know that it only takes one lucky hit.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka counters Tenacious Knees from Tyler with Strong Throw.
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Tyler 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Setsuka
He shouldn't've let her get so far away. The distance he has to go reach her isn't really all that far, see... but it's enough. Enough to let her prepare for exactly what he's doing. Now, Setsuka is not big. Not massive. She's not small like Gameboy. Compared to Tyler, though... well, size doesn't always matter. Setsuka drops her blade, right next to her, needing two hands for her response--as the young man comes rushing in, Setsuka is ready. More than ready.
His rush is shortcircuited by Setsuka starting to fall back; the swordswoman snags Tyler by the shoulders and plants a foot in his gut, executing a perfect 'tomoe nage'. Only, she doesn't just roll and throw--she goes with him, landing with her knees in his chest, and then she's rolling again, to flip Tyler up and away.
It looks, essentially, like a shortened Jigoku Guruma, Ken Masters' signature 'hell wheel' throw.
The moment she's released him, she turns to pick her blade up, and then to face her opponent.
"Hold back? I wouldn't dream of it... I only said I wasn't going to kill you."
Tyler comes flying in --- and Tyler is sent flying away! Whoosh! It just happens so fast and so smoothly, like one fluent motion, the young man definately caught off guard and not ready to react in enough time before he smashes into AND through the community center's outter wall. Debris everywhere.. The young man rises up on the otherside of the hole, he steps through, brushing himself off, grumbling,"That was a good move. You'll have to show me that one some time." He chuckles, oh, he's still in a good mood? Well, guess again.
The german american grits his teeth, a fiery passion burning inside of him begins to come apparant, through his aura, displayed as a chi, at least to those that can recognize such things -- a fiery bright red chi, chi that is fueled by anger and aggression. He reaches up to wipe the back of his hand across his lip, wiping off the blood, he looks at it, cracks a sideways smirk and then looks to the woman intently. /Now/ he hesistates to charge at the woman again, instead he just keeps his distance as he tries to catch his breath a little bit.
COMBATSYS: Tyler drops his guard to recover.
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Tyler 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Setsuka
Chi? She recognizes chi. But that hardly means anything to her; she wields a different power, anyways. A hole in the YFCC--yeah, like that's rare--but Setsuka comes through it, almost as though she's completely unhurried... which, it should be said, she is... but if Tyler thinks she's going to give him even a moment to rest... well, he'd be 'dead' wrong on that count, as she considers her opponent for a moment.
Outside, she feels somewhat freer to act--now it's a street fight, a no-holds-barred fight... not that she was really obeying any sort of rules before, other than her own internal rules. "Angry?" she asks, politely, just before she -moves-... blurring forward, it seems, as though she were moving faster than the eye could see. It's true, she hasn't brought her blade to bear yet--that's about to change, though, as she comes to an almost-halt in front of Tyler.
Once again, the blade sings--and the arc appears to be a high one, as though she were aiming for the neck... but instead, what Tyler will have to confront is a stabbing attack, the blade aimed to go through the meatiest part of the torso, cleanly.
COMBATSYS: Tyler blocks Setsuka's Power Strike.
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Tyler 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Setsuka
Oh, that again, Tyler has seen that, but it's a little different this time. The young man follows the blade's motions but doesn't react to them -- cause that'd be wrong, instead he surprises even himself as he chooses a different kind of reaction, his guard already dropped, he was poised to just stand there and take the hit, but since the path of the blade had changed, Tyler turned throwing a gloved backfist into the side of the blade to attempt to throw it off course and that he does. Instead of through his midsection, it cuts a nice little chunk out of his side. He grits his teeth again, which quickly turns into a grin and asks the woman,"You're not very talkative are you?"
The young man shrugs his shoulders and then quickly brings his guard up like a boxer, immediately after he throws a dart of a punch at the middle of her face, utilizing that long reach as she is close enough after that last attack despite the use of her melee weapon.
COMBATSYS: Tyler successfully hits Setsuka with Quick Punch.
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Tyler 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Setsuka
No, she doesn't get very talkative, when someone is jabbing at her face--particularly when it snaps her head back like that. Nngh. She is NOT finding Tyler amusing, in the least. The woman staggers back, her nose flowing blood; but she doesn't seem inclined to get out of range, despite Tyler's apparent massiveness.
She, in fact, stays precisely close--cutting downwards, this time, aiming to slice Tyler's thigh--to open a major blood vessel, perhaps... or at least to find some sensitive nerves and slice them painfully. The intent is clear, though--she's going to cut him, or do her damndest to try...
But, then again, maybe she is just feinting for something else. It is difficult to say, and she certainly isn't going to reveal anything about her plans.
COMBATSYS: Tyler endures Setsuka's Quick Strike.
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Tyler 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Setsuka
Tyler turns his leg just a little, but he's not trying to block the hit, instead he's just trying to position himself in the best way to take the hit. Trying to avoid cutting of any main viens or such as the attack was intended for.
He smirks at the woman rather arrogantly, and then he unloads on her. That punch a second ago? That was just to measure her; and since she isn't moving out of his reach, he's intent on laying into her because the opportunity has presented itself where he can do just that.
First comes a similar jab like the last one, but this time the hit is laced with just a little more force behind it, then comes around a hook with the opposite hand to try to catch her on the side of the head, and then to finish the old 1-2-3 boxing combination off he bends at the knees just slightly as he drops a hand down to his side and then lifts it up into the air, aimed at the bottom of her chin. He definately follows through with every hit like a trained striker. Surprise, he's not all just self-taught streetfighting, he actually knows something! This combo displays that experience prominently. And what might be the most surprising about it is? That it happens with lightning quickness, not leaving much time for a reaction.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka fails to counter The Old 123 from Tyler with Tenryuu Gaeshi.
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Tyler 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Setsuka
Suddenly, the fight is unwinnable from a practical perspective--Setsuka is left wondering just where things have gone wrong, as she's, well, pretty much just punched out. She makes a note to herself--next time, be more prepared. Even more prepared. That is a motto of hers, and she hasn't been living up to it... her fault, no one else's. Her attempt to snag the punching arm was almost half-hearted... and as she's punched the final time, she stumbles and falls back, unceremoniously. Now, see, she's livid--absolutely livid--and has assigned herself a new mission.
That mission... is to make Tyler -hurt-. Win, lose, she just wants to savor some of his pain... before she has to leave. Despite the roaring storm of emotions swirling through her, however, she remains outwardly stoic; she merely rises to her feet, and sets herself. Were she winning? Perhaps she would be talkative... but there's no fun in taunting a winning opponent.
Such things should be done from a position of strength.
This time, Tyler doesn't charge; instead he pursuits his opponent at a steady pace, as she gets up he's right there to greet her with another fist snapping at her head. Keeping the distance closed between them as it seems that he's gained some kind of advantage so he's going to continue to push the envelope sort to speak and keep pressing his edge for as long as he can.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka blocks Tyler's Quick Punch.
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Tyler 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Setsuka
This time, his fist impacts her forearm, not her face; it doesn't do her forearm any good, but better that than her face again. However, since he wants to remain close... she will, too. Sort of. Sort of kind of. Actually, suddenly, she's blurring out of sight--this technique, she's used to using from a larger distance, so she has to alter it some... she's moving past Tyler, then suddenly turning, reaching out to 'touch' him in the back, with a hand glowing with blue-purple energy...
What the intent is probably isn't clear except for one thing--pain, she wants to make him -hurt-... though as damaged as she is, perhaps she should just cut her losses, her pride won't allow her to do that, not in a simple street fight like this.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka successfully hits Tyler with Yamikaze - Kuu.
- Power hit! -
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Tyler 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Setsuka
Tyler will feel nothing more than a slap at his lower back; Setsuka, however, left something special there, an orb of blue-purple energy that pulses, while it's there... of course, he's got other things to worry about. Such as Setsuka. Here she comes again, blurring towards him, her right hand reaching out, slapping another one of those orbs into his chest, and she turns, speeds again, and slaps one into the back of his head.
She comes to a halt in front of him, and just points at him. A half-second later, those orbs 'go off', like bombs, localized, concentrated psychic energy ravaging nerve endings and creating localized spheres of intense, cold-shock pain...
The young man turns, trying to keep up with the little speed demon, but of course, he cannot but he does notice the strangely apprarant glow on his chest, he mutters,"What the..."
Well, she wanted to deliver pain -- and Tyler certainly reels in pain when those orbs go off like bombs.
Tyler's body jerks and jolts, that familiar but intensified sensation of chilling-shock coarsing through his body yet again, but this time it brings the young man to his knees, in grunting agony. "Arrgg..." He grits his teeth, trying to 'play through the pain', he pushes off the ground to his feet again, nostrils flare as he breaths heavily through them.
"Stopped playing nice huh? He he." He chuckles lightly and then coughs, spitting a gob of blood onto the mat. "I figured you'd come around eventually." Well, he /did/ have the advantage it seemed, but he certainly doesn't appear to have it now, however he isn't going to abandon what seemed to be working, so once he's back to his feet he starts to stumble toward the petite woman lifting his guard once more. If she even lets him get close enough to her, he's going to continue to press into her with those jabs again, trying work her until a new opportunity arises that he can take advantage of.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka blocks Tyler's Lightning Jabs.
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Tyler 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Setsuka
Finally, something she can answer to. "I never 'play nice'," she replies, matter of factly, even as she's defending against those pressure jabs--barely, maybe, deflecting and absorbing what she can with her arms. Hurts, still, but... well, this is no time to be holding back, now, is it? The fight is -almost- over, she knows this... one way or the other. Suddenly, she lunges, feinting another high attack--and then feints again, a low attack.
Then, her body seems to turn into blue-purple energy.. and disappear. Only, she's not leaving--not really. She reforms behind Tyler, for the moment at least, her right arm raised, a hissing blade of that blue-purple energy slashing down for Tyler's back. It's like a sword, and it will surely feel like a cut if it hits, but there's no physical damage at all--just that coldshock feel...
COMBATSYS: Tyler Toughs Out Setsuka's Oborozuki!
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Tyler 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Setsuka
Tyler stumbles forward after Setsuka dissappears and comes in behind him. Then he feels that slice across his back, he arches forward, grunting again, gritting his teeth but then he starts grinning, his teeth stained by his blood. He nods his head acceptingly, he says without turning around,"Very nice...but not good enough if that was supposed to be your finished blow." He actually laughs, not much, but enough to get the point across. His body shivers again as that feeling tingles his every nerve to it's core. He then suddenly turns around, fist clenched and without much warning he goes for that uppercut again, but this time, his fist is blazing with that fiery red chi.. That rocket punch within sight again as he fires it at her one more time, he himself trying to end this fight the best way he knows how; with his fist.
COMBATSYS: Setsuka fails to interrupt One-Hit Wonder EX from Tyler with Light Kick.
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Tyler 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Setsuka
COMBATSYS: Setsuka can no longer fight.
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Tyler 0/-------/=======|
And Tyler gets his wish; Setsuka is already moving into her second attack, a low kick--a kick to the balls, actually, to tell the truth--but that incoming punch--it's far too fast. However, Setsuka at least exits the fight with something of a satisfied manner... she did get to taste Tyler's pain, most thoroughly, and that will have to do... for now, the urges that boil in her blood have been quieted, both by sating... and by the brief unconsciousness created by the massive impact from Tyler's fist.
Should he go after her, though, he won't find her--even in that brief time that it would take for him to go looking, she will have disappeared. Maybe she wasn't -truly- beaten... or perhaps she's just good at getting the hell out of Dodge. It's a fine survival trait to have, after all.
Log created on 21:53:11 09/24/2008 by Setsuka, and last modified on 19:24:36 09/26/2008.