Description: Was Marisol mad at Kenji Ashima? Who knows; even she doesn't seem to remember! Either way, the two fighters unintentionally reunite in town, the fiery redhead shocking civil (well as civil as Marisol can be) before the inevitable happens: a fight. That's what we all came for anyway.
Ah, the Southtown Village in the wintertime! The chill in the air, the need for coats and warmer clothing! The -manga-!
At this time of the year, Kenji's switched to a much longer overcoat of the same horrible yellow color that signifies Gedo High. It could make him look even a little bit respectable, if it were some sort of standard color. But that matters little in the grand scheme of things, the young man has made a very important stop on the way home from school... and that stop is at his local bookstore. With a new monthly anthology of manga in hand and flipping through the pages as he walks, the young Ashima is somewhat oblivious to a lot of what's around him, pausing to look up only when he crosses streets and when he's about to bump into someone, but ultimately grinning at the book the whole way.
Nothing can ruin a day like this, no... nothing at all!
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Village--
Marisol cut sixth period, slipping out unnoticed by faculty eye as she set out to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. It was a noble idea, at first. But then she got a little carried away.
Fast forward an hour--
Emerging from a high-end clothiers, Marisol is all smiles as she holds in hand a wide assortment of shopping bags. Among them are a few gift bags, but they're inconsequential compared to the vast amount of clothing-related bags she's since acquired. Today was a great day for consumerism--and boy did Marisol have money to spend after last weekend's SNF earnings!
Chipper and upbeat, the girl wanders along in Pacific attire, not too terribly out of place among the youthful crowds that swarm the Village. Moving along, she heads to the nearest crosswalk, pausing only to eyeball a too-expensive beige leather trenchcoat. "Ohhh man." She leans closer to the glass, practically drooling.
A swift shake of her head later, the half-Spaniard boxer is on her way. Conveninetly enough, she crosses opposite the Gedo student, but remains blissfully unaware of his presence. For, you see, similar to Kenji she too has her eyes on something--her celluar phone, into which she hurriedly punches in a text message.
"L-O-L what are you doing. .." she mutters aloud to herself, before--
BAM! She bumps right into Kenji.
Reeling back from impact, bags go flying up, most kept in hand while a few manage to slip from her grasp. Hitting the ground on her ass, the redhead lets out a loud OOF before she promptly snarls, gray eyes wide as she barks to whomever ran into her:
"ARGH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Never mind it may be entirely her fault.
For a moment, Kenji's too drawn into the manga to pay attention: You see, Saori was just revealed to be the spy for the evil soldiers, and even if she does care about Akatsuki, she's bound by her duty and a kidnapped father to fight him! So does this mean that Akatsuki will be able to fight her off without killing her, and protect those that she loves?!
You see, it's all very exciting.
But then his book is driven spine-first into his chest as he's bumped into. While a book in and of itself won't be enough to knock the mighty Missile Fist right off his feet, the moment he looks up and notes the bag from the store landing flat on his face? Yes, that might have a little more success-- enough to drop him to his back, his torso cocked at an awkward angle due to his backpack sitting on only one shoulder, and a manga sprawled out between either of them.
Sitting up, the bag flopping off to the side, Kenji's eyes widen as he realizes who it is. Nemesis! Evil girl! The one angry with him for no reason that he can decipher!
"It's you!" he exclaims, eyes wide.
The anthology is open to the announcement about the rare, limited-edition action figure being at the next convention, by the way.
Her wonderful mood now soured by falling on her duff onto COLD CONCRETE, Marisol winces in pain as she sits for a moment. Oh god, her ass tingles. Did she break her tail bone?? Fracture it?? That's something she can worry with later. Right now? She wants to punch someone's face off!
Sneering, the girl slowly but surely moves, pulling her butt from the cement as she begins to climb to her feet. Surveying the damage, Marisol frowns as she spies a clothing bag half-spilled onto the cement. Briefly, her eyes widen in disappointment. Then she narrows them--dangerously so.
Whipping around to face the 'culprit' face-on, there's a cursory look of surprise when she spies none other than Gedo's resident Shounen Tard, Kenji Ashima! It's been some time she's seen him by himself, and likely, it's been some time since Kenji has seen her! Unless he's been spying on her and Pás' dorm room. He IS Japanese, after all...
"And it's YOU! I should have known some Guardian Tard would be to blame!" Scoffing, Marisol lets her hands rest on her hips briefly, bags hanging from her crooked fingers as she scowls. "Jerk- -you got my NEW clothes all dirty now. Look what you did! And you know why? Because you were reading those stupid kids' books of yours!"
Scoffing again, Marisol snaps her gray eyes shut as she marches over to the spilt bags, crouching angrily as she begins to scoop her unwillingly discarded attire back into her bag. Is that a bra??
"I should punch your face off for making me go through all this damn trouble, you jerk!" But...the question may be...why isn't she?
Marisol tends to her bag promptly, and that leaves Kenji to reach out and snatch up his manga with a sweeping grip. Fixing his backpack, slinging it onto both shoulders, he doesn't seem to be responding to the anger in nearly the manner that the Spaniard's used to-- he doesn't freak out, scream back at her. No, he stays rather calm about the whole thing, stepping back to let the Pacific student do her thing.
Kenji dusts off his backside, the coat flapping a little bit with each of the swift strikes. "Well, I'm sorry! And I'll have you know that manga is a very acceptable thing to read, no matter who you are and how old you are! It's cultural!"
Yes. Culture with neo-samurai and giant robots and time travel.
Tucking the book of manga under one arm, his hands dip into the pockets of his uniform's trousers, his head cocking a little bit. 'Should?' Wait, what's wrong with this picture, besides the fact that he isn't already on the ground and bleeding?
Shrugging his shoulders, he just seems to smile in that way only he can-- that amused grin, his eyes all lit up. "Do what you need to do, then, I guess! Or I could carry your bags for you, if you'd rather."
Man, this is dry clean only, too! Does Kenji not realize how much of a pain in the ass this is for Marisol?
Such thoughts cloud her mind as she hunches on the ground, lips pulled in a stern but sour frown as belongings are herded back into their proper bag. Eventually, what remains were gutted are put back in, drawing a long, heavy and comically put-upon sigh from the redhead. Sagging her shoulders, her head tilts far to the left.
He said he was sorry.
"Pff, as if you really are," she grouses, picking the bag up by its handle and reuniting it with the many other bags in her clutches. Turning slowly, the redhead regards the Gedo boy fully, gray eyes half-lidded and looking wholly unimpressed by his words. "And sorry, no. Tentacle porn isn't cultural." Some may argue that it is.
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the half-Spaniard girl sizes up Kenji with a wary eye, full lips pulled straight across her tanned face. For a moment, she says nothing, giving him 'the eye' before, finally, she exhales and drops her arms, bags weighing them down as she arrogantly turns her back.
"As if! I don't need some Gedo jerk carrying my bags. Besides, you'd probably run off with them and try to pawn them at Salvation Army or somethin'. What ARE you doing here, anyway?"
Wait, she knows about that stuff? Is she reading things that she shouldn't, or has she met that many of the more perverted walk of life? Either way, Kenji shrugs, letting out a sigh. "I suppose it's your business, then! Though I wouldn't go runnin' off with your stuff. I mean, besides, I only live right over there," he says, indicating toward the north a few blocks. "I just thought that I'd offer, though! Be the nice guy and help out wherever I can, y'know?"
All of this seems very suspicious...from Marisol's point of view.
She stops in her tracks, gray eyes slowly hooding as she holds her ground. Then, slowly as well, she turns her head, eyes turning onto the Gedo boy with scrutiny. What is he trying to accomplish here? Being nice? Offering to help where he can? And he lives in THIS end of town? But goes to Gedo??
Frowning discreetly, the half-Spaniard girl's gaze remains fixed on Kenji as he holds his ground. Slowly she begins to step forward, marching toward him, still holding an air of suspicion around herself. She only stops about three feet away from Kenji--close enough for Marisol's tastes. Then she hoods her gaze.
"What're you trying to get outta this?" she asks, bluntly. "I mean, really. Who're you foolin'??"
Why does he go to Gedo? Why does he live here? Why is he so nice?!
Well, it's a long story that will take roughly two volumes of manga to tell...
She's marching up to him in a manner that he's well-aware of, and a manner that he's very familiar with. The look on her face, the hooding of her eyes, he knows full well that it means she's going to start asking him questions... or punch him straight off in the face.
His hands dip into his pockets, the young man's eyes filled with layers and layers of confusion. What did she mean by that, anyway? Kenji's shoulders shift in a shrug, however, as he gives her the most honest reply that he can muster: "Nothin', really. An' I'm not foolin' anyone, that I ever knew of."
"Am I supposed to be?"
As suspicious of the young man as ever, Marisol's gaze never once falters or fades. She maintains a firm stare, gray depths peering straight into Kenji's face as he speaks, defending himself from her accusations. He doesn't want anything! He's not trying to fool her! Really though, can she even BUY something like that? All Gedo are thieving thugs!
Okay, except Stasya. She's all right.
Tossing her head lightly, the half-Spaniard lets out a light scoff, her eyes snapping shut as she sags her shoulders, the bags in hand rustling at her sides. Slowly, a lopsided smirk forms over her full lips.
"Well, yeah? You're Gedo--you guys are only out for yourselves, like that jerk Tenma." She knows it's a lie, but hey. It's TENMA. Scoffing lightly again, she lets her eyes open as she gives him humored look of scrutiny. Fortunately, she doesn't look all too willing to punch him in the face. Yet.
But the look fades as she exhales and shakes her head, eyes drawing shut again as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "Anyway, no I can carry my bags just fine, thank you. I'm not some helpless weakling like the girls in your silly comic books. I function just FINE on my own! But if you do want to help..."
Her lips curl, a devilish grin edging its way over her face.
"It's been a long time since I've beaten on a Gedo Tard. So what do you say? You want to help me out, you and I have a fight." It's a wonderful idea!! Scary part is, she's being CIVIL about it--sort of. "Well? I'll even let you have first swing." A gesture to her chin follows. "Come on, don't puss out...but I guess I won't hold it against you if you DO."
As she starts off on the usual rant-- Gedo are thugs, your hair is fantastic, your mother is smelly-- Kenji can only file off the old ones and make note of anything new, though he does have to grin a little bit when she points out that Tenma is a jerk. "Well, yeah, I know that one."
Still, she manages to bring his grin to a screeching halt by way of the suggestion that she makes-- the way to actually help her! Wait, did she ask to fight, or did she already knock him flat on his ass and he's daydreaming? No, no, he's still quite alive and breathing...
Opening up his jacket at the top two buttons, slinging his pack off to the side and dropping the manga on top of it, "Missile Fist" Ashima brings up his usual winning smile and makes a sweeping gesture out toward Marisol. "Ladies first, I insist."
COMBATSYS: Kenji has started a fight here.
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Kenji 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Kenji
"Well if you know as much, why the hell do you hang around that ass?" Marisol is left to wonder aloud, gray eyes briefly wide and incredulous. Really! How can someone as big an asshole as Tenma Kiryuu actually have friends?? And some shred or semblance of RESPECT at his school? Then again, it IS Gedo High...
"Pff, whatever," is ultimately Marisol's response to it all, her head tossing absently to one side. "You Gedo hobos are too difficult to understand, anyway. And if you live 'round here, why the hell are you going to a dump like GEDO? Shouldn't you be going to Taiyo or something?"
But all of that is otherwise dismissed when Kenji actually complies with her offer of a mutual assbeating. "Really!?" is initially her response. Then she coughs and looks a little surly.
"Really? Fine then."
The bags once in hand are tossed aside onto the edge of the sidewalk, her school's blazer shed and cast atop the discarded shopping bags before she rolls her blouse's sleeves up. Contented with her newfound comfort, the girl's lips pull into a broad smirk. Ladies first?
"You'll regret that," she warns.
Then she moves; jerking forward, Marisol's fist cocks back as she charges, coiled tightly at her side. As she nears Kenji it fires off, a swift straight punch aimed for the boy's face to stun him. Should it connect she recoils back and low, her arm tensing tightly before she surges upwards, a mighty uppercut aimed to knock Kenji's block right off..!
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Marisol's Snap Wind.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kenji
"Because he's my friend. An' someone has to make sure he doesn't do somethin' stupid."
Breathing in, Kenji lets out a deep sigh while rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, there was a bit of a mistake in the paperwork, and I thought ... well, it's a long story, but in truth it's quite short." Still, as he stretches one arm across his chest and pins it with the other to help stretch his shoulders, she gets a new, broad grin. "An' anyway, I've worked really hard there. There's no way I can just up and leave, y'know?"
But now he's ready, she's ready, and she's taking the initiative! Just as planned, so to speak. Planned-- to a degree. The punch that Marisol throws comes in straight and true, but finds resistance in the form of the Missile Fist's hand, his palm turning outward to half-smack the strike right away. He steps back immediately to give himself a bit of room, regardless of if Marisol throws the accompanying uppercut or not.
Taking a step forward, his right hand sweeps out in an attempt to grab Marisol right on the face and literally lift her off the ground by the head. If he can, he'll spike her down to the ground as familiar white-blue chi begins to build up from underneath-- not from his hand, but literally under the Pacific girl's -head-.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!"
If it all gets this far, a spike of chi will blast her up into the air, letting her figure out the landing all by herself. He can't recall if Marisol's seen this manuver just yet, but it's worth a shot as an opening manuver!
His hand smells like newsprint paper, too.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Kenji's Claymore.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Kenji
"Well, he's stupid, that's for sure," Marisol is quick to add. "But whatever. I guess poor attracts poor!" Oh Marisol, you scamp! She even smiles, too, a borderline sarcastic smile that's meant to stir some kind of reaction. And if it doesn't, well, that's okay too.
"As for you going to Gedo, whatever floats your boat. That's kind of sad, really, that you'd lower your standards that far if you can go somewhere else. Oh well, I'm not here to preach you though." Pausing, she offers a sweet, saccharine smile. "I'm just here to punch you!"
He fends her off well enough, however, her punch resisted and weathered. She blinks, mildly startled before she smirks, gray eyes widening as he smacks her fist aside shortly thereafter. And then he tries to grab her face, of which she is having none of. Narrowing her eyes, she grips his wrist as he grips her face and seeks to slam her into the ground. He gets that far; however, she cushions her blow, her hand gripping tightly as the chi begins to surge. Before he can spike her she rips his hand off and rolls aside, hopping to her feet.
"Tch!" comes her response once she's risen, giving her white skirt a dusting off of. Moments later she comes charging again, eyes wide as she attempts to sock Kenji in the side of his head with a nasty right hook. "HYAARGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Kenji
"Hah!"
A simple reply to the jab at poverty, all-too amused by it. Truthfully, it's less that he's not offended and more that he's heard it all so much already that it's virtually a broken record by now. "Nah-- I'm just too loyal!"
Still, Marisol displays a surprising amount of determination and strength, breaking out of the grapple on her face and escaping as the blast of white-blue energy surges up from the ground underneath them. She's on her feet quickly, her arm swinging around in a tell-tale right hook that could rightly knock his head a little loose, if he isn't careful!
Bringing his arms up, the left arm catches the brunt of the blow in the forearm, his right hand bracing at the wrist to keep it steady.
"Did I tell ya? I got a few new tricks, too!"
And then he whips around in a tight, high-speed circle, his right arm swinging around right at Marisol's middle. The fist completely passes by her belly, though what follows behind is a loud "BOOM" of chi as it follows the path of his fist and tries to slam into the girl right on the spot!
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Marisol with Twelve Gauge.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
New tricks?
A light scoff slips past the girl's lips as she withdraws her offending fist, her arm drawing close to her chest and held there, along with the other. A neutral stance at best, she just briefly observes the Gedo boy before offering a light smirk. "Yeah, well, so do I--!!"
Moments later he moves, a fist sailing PAST her stomach, drawing a bemused look over her tanned features. Isn't he supposed to HIT her? Soon, though, she discovers precisely what his move has in store. A deafening, localized boom of chi erupts, slamming into her stomach and sending her skidding back a few feet, gray eyes wide.
Then, slowly, they narrow.
"What the hell was that?? Seriously!?" she cries, before dashing forward right at Kenji. She flings a fist, a straight punch delivered right to his face, and should it connect, a swift uppercut follows right into the young man's jaw. Sealing the deal is a sudden whipping around of her body, a leg swinging fiercely up and around to deliver a spinning hook kick right into his temple. "YAAGH!"a
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Marisol's Iron Whip.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Kenji
"Ha ha ha! I made that one up awhile ago!"
Yes, he said 'made up'-- another of his techniques that are completely original, self-taught creations. His control of chi is becoming finer, more keen, though it still isn't nearly to the same level or grade as the energies used by Tenma and Hakuya-- even Stasya. Then again, he's had perhaps the most mundane of origins as a fighter... even though he's got a ton of experience under his belt, even -before- he came to Southtown.
And that same experience leads him to watch the punches coming in at him. The straight punch meets no resistance at all, swiftly jetting beyond his head as he ducks it to one side. The uppercut is blocked with his open hands, palms catching the strike and trying to keep it from racking right up his jaw. The kick? Met with both arms, once again, though the toe of her shoe rests dangerously close to the mark-- nearly striking him right in the head.
Stepping back quickly, his posture lowers in a tell-tale way. He doesn't punch the ground anymore, but his arm draws back into a closed fist, accompanied with a familiar bellow:
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
The brilliant white-blue light erupts from his knuckles and quickly consumes the entirety of his arm, flaring up from his shoulder and spouting off a bit of his back. Tall, feral, and surprisingly warm, the light finds itself to be of a brighter intensity than Marisol may recall.
"I've had a lot of practice, too!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji gathers his will.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Kenji
With a thwap of flesh on flesh, each strike is met with a sufficient block on Kenji's side, drawing a mildly bemused (but mostly irritable) expression from the redhead. Scoffing lightly, she lets her leg withdraw, gray eyes hooding as she takes a step back, ready for whatever comes. Fortunately, he holds his ground...and lets himself ignite dramatically with chi.
She scoffs again, waving a hand absently.
"Honestly, you read way too many comic books," she chides, eyes snapping shut as she rests both hands upon her hips. If she let him, he'd likely do this all day...which is why an eye opens and narrows, regarding Kenji carefully. Hmn. Maybe he is a little stronger than she recalls..?
"Fine, be that way!!"
Breaking her thoughts, she acts. Racing forward, Marisol comes in close with every intention of punching Kenji exceptionally hard in the center of his chest to knock him off his feet...and possibly into something!
"YAAAAGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Fierce Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Kenji
She charges in-- faster than he expected, and throwing a punch that takes him off his guard. Marisol's strike, as a result, slams into his chest with a crash of knuckles versus ribs, and she's the victor: He tumbles backwards, sprawling off his feet and rolling onto his back. The white-blue light is effectively cancelled, bursting up once and away like flames without any source of fuel. Keeping his wits about him, however, the Missile Fist is swift to recover, using the motion to give him the momentum he needs in order to back-roll right up into a squat, one hand forward to steady himself as he skids a bit on the sidewalk.
"Ahh, yeah, you still hit pretty hard, too."
Breaking into a swift sprint, Kenji closes the distance between them as quickly as he can, using the momentum to carry him as he hops up and treads the air like solid ground. His right leg swoops up first, looking to "stomp" right down on Marisol's chest from above. The impact will be weighty all on it's own, but the tell-tale tingle of chi can be felt as it surges through his leg. "UrrrrrrAGH!"
The result is that chi being "pushed" into Marisol, if it all works out, and then violently detonating-- to shake her from the inside-out, and give her insides a good stern rattling!
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Marisol with Magnum Spike.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Kenji
"I know I hit hard!" comes Marisol's response as the Gedo youth tumbles back and finds his footing once again, a broad smirk edging its way shamelessly across her tanned features. Lifting her offending fist, she curls her fingers ever-tighter, eyes widening with glee. "I've worked hard enough at it. I can only get stronger from here..!"
Her posturing is forced to end prematurely as the equally-loud Kenji bursts in and attempts to smack her. Though she tries to hold her ground his sudden leg startles her, stomping her chest and drawing a loud "OOF!" from her lungs before the chi-explosion sends her down to her knees. A sour look quickly replaces her expression of discomfort.
Without a single word of conversation, friendly or otherwise, Marisol pushes to her feet once more, seeking to hurriedly capitalize on the moment and drive her fist clean into Kenji's sternum with one swift and solid punch. "HAAAARGH!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji endures Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\======-\1 Kenji
His coat flares up a bit as he lands flat on his feet-- Marisol sent backwards a bit from the strength of his kick, and the power of the chi used to channel the extra damage has left a bit of a mark on the Pacific student. In either case, the Spaniard doesn't seem to be content letting that be the final 'word' in this conversation, and takes it to another level by -immediately- retaliating! Kenji's a little thrown off by the attack, his landing imperfect and his recovery time a little greater than he planned for. Still, he ends up taking a page from Tenma and Hakuya's books-- he stands his ground.
Taking the brunt of the blow squarely to the chest, Kenji lets out a horrible, deep grunt as it feels like his sternum just kissed the front of his spine. Reaching out immediately from that position, his hands seek to clamp firmly down around the girl's wrist and pull her a bit closer-- close enough to get a better grip on that arm while she's still unbalanced and -fling- her as hard as he can muster in a moment's notice to the sidewalk behind him!
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Marisol with Strong Throw.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=======\=======\1 Kenji
Driving her fist like a railroad spike right at his chest, Marisol's grin cuts rather savagely across her face, gray eyes wide with glee. There's nothing more fun than punching on the Guardian Kings' members, however civil and 'nice' she may be. Yes, she's enjoying herself; no, she'd never actually admit it, however off her enjoyment may be.
A sharp laugh cuts from her lips, her fist withdrawing as she takes a step back from Kenji and gives him 'space.' But he isn't about to just let her have that; moments after, for all the effort she gives in trying to shrug him off, she's snare and flung into the sidewalk, her body tumbling thrice before she comes to a stop face-down. She scowls against concrete.
"TCH!" Shoving her hands down, Marisol pries herself off the cold ground, her form whipping around to face the Gedo brawler squarely. Seething lightly, gray eyes narrow dangerously on the young man, teeth gritted behind her full lips. This won't do at all. This does not settle well with the half-Spaniard.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" With a loud, guttural cry she blazes forward once more, flatsole pumps scuffing against concrete as she closes in. She attempts a swift cross, followed by a punch aimed for the center of poor Kenji's face!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Medium Punch.
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Kenji
The toss didn't exactly work out as he had planned for-- she's back up on her feet -already-! And charging in! And-- punching right through his defenses!
As Marisol's fists come in, his arms move to attempt to block the strikes, the defense only grazing against the offense... and as a result, he gets a stiff punch to the face. Whipping hard to the right, it looks almost as though he's going to be put down to the concrete with a bit of a bloody nose and sputtering thoughts on the sidewalk... but he stops, one leg drawing up high and his whole body locking into place.
The tell-tale signs of chi erupt on his arm, the obnoxious white-blue energy flaring to life as he jerks himself back upright.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
His left foot strikes the ground with a defined, powerful impact. "SET!!"
A line of blue light pierces through Marisol's chest, and Kenji's fist surges upward to meet it. The chi along his arm likewise travels into his fist, a compact and powerful sphere of energy clinging for dear life to his fist. Once it strikes that line of light, his fist launches toward her at blinding speeds. If it impacts, Marisol will have a whole lot of pain on her hands-- pain in the form of the physical strike, as well as a potent, direct shockwave that tries so hard to simply blast the girl (and anything else light enough) right backwards! In English, his voice can be heard over the roar of the strike:
"RAIL GUN!!"
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Marisol with Rail Gun.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0 Kenji
Her fist moves swiftly after contact, drawing away and shaking out as his nose erupts with blood. Unlike before, something about that punch just felt right--and it's sent the young man reeling a bit in response. Her grin broadens a bit more. Yeah, that's definitely more like it in her books! But...
He's not down?
Frowning deeply, the girl watches as the chi on his arm erupts. A lance of energy follows, drawing a bemused look on her face before she just scoffs. "Stop with this silly childish bullshit!" the girl barks, wide-eyed and getting angrier by the second. Her head shakes fiercely, gray eyes pinching shut before she thrusts a finger at him. "Besides, this doesn't even--"
Seconds later he charges, slamming fist first into the girl before she's blasted backwards, a loud "HRRK" escaping her lungs as she's sent sailing backwards into the nearest brick wall, where she momentarily sticks like a fly on flypaper. THEN she falls off, staggering and coughing hoarsely.
"O...okay wanna play that game, huh??" she mumbles, shuffling forward toward Kenji. "I-I can play that too, you know. Watch, then!" Her arms move, hands falling square at her hips before they ignite with vibrant dandelion-yellow flames. "YAAAAAAAGGGH!"
Suddenly she moves, a glowing blob of red, blues and yellow flames as she charges Kenji. She swings a fist at his face, a savage, chi-laced hook, followed by two more. Still afire, a hand snaps forward and tries to grab his collar, to draw him in for a fierce headbutt, skulls colliding with a resounding CRACK before she drops her arm low. The flames intensify more than ever, eyes wide as her lips pull back over her teeth, muscles tense--painfully so. Then?
She uppercuts his jaw as hard as she can.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Cloud Nine.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Kenji
Only -after- he strikes and she's sent into the wall does he realize ... he really did hit her pretty hard, there, huh? But all of Kenji's fears are set aside as Marisol's recovering, proving once again that she's made from tougher stuff than that.
As she reaches out, his first instinct is to bring up his arms to block not a grapple, but a punch-- and for that, the girl's fingers spindle into his jacket and lead his head in to meet her own with a resounding crash. Her arm drops, and then she -nails- him with a powerful uppercut. Sailing up, up, and up into the air, Kenji's body hits the ground in a hard pile, virtually right on his head, and he slumps off to the side.
But he isn't done just yet.
Pushing himself back up to his feet, the Guardian King seems to be caught somewhere between pain and laughter, his enemy now in a position to succeed, and bring ruin to the world-- that is, if this was a manga, as much as his life seems to be like one sometimes.
Steeling himself, the Missile Fist starts first with a light jog. The jog becomes a full-on run, and the run becomes a sprint. His hand tightens up just right, his arm leads back, and Kenji Ashima looks to punch Marisol square in the face. No frills, no lights, no special tricks.
He's just going to punch her as hard as he possibly can.
COMBATSYS: Kenji has reached second wind!
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Kenji
COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Kenji's Missile Fist Ashima.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Kenji
What the?
No way.
No WAY!
Blinking as Kenji slowly but surely recovers from her assault, the half-Spaniard girl can't HELP but appear a mix of confusion and anger. How can he possibly be getting up after all of that? How can he even be standing after all of that? It's impossible!
Scowling as he begins to charge forward, the girl's teeth clench tightly. Watching as he turns his jog into a full-fledged, head-on RUN right for her, she bides her time carefully, gray eyes watching every single move. And then it comes--a fist, without all that chi stuff from before. She smiles, a little.
Ducking and weaving sharply to the side, Marisol flat-out avoids the punch before she drops her arm. A swell of energy erupts in her palm, flames rolling and churning, growing in size and given a sphere-like form in her hand. Bigger and bigger it grows, the size of a beach ball before she sharply reels her arm back before sharply swinging it forward, aimed right for Kenji!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Kenji with Rolling Star.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Kenji
His fist strikes air-- with the haze of pain that he's in, Kenji's both surprised and upset with himself all at the same time. He should be able to hit her! He should be able to take her down! Still, then again, she's the -leader- of the Pacific Resistance for a good reason!
Marisol's sphere-like formation of chi surges toward him and blasts-- blasts away with strength that he didn't anticipate on seeing out of her, that much, that fast. Unable to get out of the way, the projectile slams into him and carries him back a good distance before he sprawls and tumbles backwards with a heavy gasp. Breathing heavily for a moment, his eyes suddenly snap open-- wide.
"URRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH-!!"
Back on his feet within moments, the Guardian King doesn't seem as though he's ready or willing to give up just yet, charging in at Marisol in a style more fitting to an American football linebacker, trying to tackle the sturdy boxer and knock her flat on her back one more time!
COMBATSYS: Kenji can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol dodges Kenji's Strong Throw.
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She doesn't have much left in her--somehow, Kenji has pushed her more than she'd expected of a Guardian King, especially the underdog with no real formal training! Has he gotten stronger, she wonders. It's entirely possible, and she wouldn't be surprised. But she then wonders: has she gotten rusty? After her fight in last week's SNF, she really wonders.
It just means she needs to ramp up her training regimen.
Grinning, she observes as the sphere crashes into the young man and blasts him back, a trail of yellow motes of energy slowly drifting upwards in the wake of the attack. Her hand calms, chi flames dying out as she closes her fist, a confident smile edging its way over her lips. "That's more like it," she tells herself aloud. But--
There he goes again!
"D-damn it--!" Frowning deeply, she watches as he attempts to close in and take her down like some barbarian. The second she realizes his intent the girl opens her eyes wide and whips aside, letting him stumble past before she points a finger tiredly at his back.
"What're you trying to DO you w-weirdo!?" she cries, gasping for breaths. The fight took a toll on her, but damned if she's going to look weak around him, even if her body aches like it does. "I knew it! You are a perv!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
His final charge, the ultimate shoulder tackle! The manuver to end all manuvers, and ...
It doesn't exactly go off as planned. Kenji misses the mark entirely, his shoulder tucked down and the charge thwarted by means that he can't exactly see-- even if the biggest factor is his exhaustion, and an inability to get himself properly lined up. Marisol accuses him of being a pervert once again as he hits the ground, sprawled out and sliding for a little bit before coming to a halt. It only takes a slight shift for him to end up on his back.
o/~
It's an upbeat tune from an anime running right now, only the first ten seconds. Blaring from his pocket, the young man plucks the phone out and opens it up with a careful, deliberate manner to it. "Yes?"
"No. No. I'll go do that. Okay. Bye, mom."
Closing the phone just as deliberately, he puts the phone right back where it was and sits up. He may not have the fight still in him, but the Gedo student seems stubbornly none the worse for wear. Like he could go another round, even, if you gave him a minute to catch his breath!
He sighs, then looks back to the Pacific student with a big grin. "You still hit like a truck!"
Log created on 22:39:23 12/16/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 02:44:11 01/15/2009.