Description: Hockey. Muay Boran. Both are known for being vicious and brutal. When the mighty practitioners of both clash in the middle of Metro City, it's sure to be a vicious bloodbath for the most rabid of combat fanatics. Fists fly, elbows are thrown and it's hockey sticks versus prayer beads down to the thrilling finale. (Winner: Nataya)
The young junior hockey player had a nice rude awakening to the realities of League fighting, thanks to a certain red witch. Sure, he evened the odds in the end, but that fight in London really did show how green Brett was.
Of course, the only way to truly learn in practice. Something he had grown up learning, whether it's school, hockey, or anything else. So it's no surprise that as soon as he was able to, he took up another League fight, the officials putting him in under rookie consideration. He wasn't sure who is opponent was unfortunately, just that the fight was gonna be in the Metro City Park. Looking around at the crowd surrounding the fighting area, the winger simply felt his legs bounce nervously, sitting on a stool as he taps the butt end of his stick on the ground as he tries to settle in. "....man. The crowds just keep getting bigger, don't they?...."
As a travelling fighter, the first thing that Nataya has learned is that she should never be surprised by anyone she meets despite the strange powers they display or the strange techniques they use. In fact, her master once pulled her aside at the monestary, and spoke to her in the gravest of tones.
"Nataya," he had told her, "You should never be surprised by anyone you meet despite the strange powers they display or the strange techniques they use."
When your master is a mind reader, it's really hard for them not to get a little specific about certain things. But even so, the wandering monk girl finds herself having to repeat the mantra over and over, because frankly, some people are just really strange. It's not the magical energies that everyone seems to have, because that's not really too shocking. It's the fact that every time she's pretty sure she's seen all the styles that there can be, someone comes up with a new one.
One of these is 'Hockey'.
Not that it's any less legitimate than the next style, but honestly, there's not a whole lot she knows about the sport, much less a style derived from it. So when she finally arrives to set foot in the park where she's supposed to do battle, she's got no idea what to think. Instead, she gives a bright smile and presents herself with all the calm and demeanor that she's duty bound to give.
"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Nataya. Let's both not hold back, alright?" She falls into a combat pose immediately. This 'Hockey' thing interests her to no end. She's heard about people that use sports related styles, and she's got to see how this even works!
COMBATSYS: Nataya has started a fight here.
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Nataya 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here.
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Nataya 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
Hockey isn't exactly your common fighting style as is. Hockey principles are a bit hard to use in a real fight, unless you really work on adapting them, and while the sport is known for its fights, it's usually from the clinches and winging punches players end up flinging at each other.
Brett's a bit different though, having worked to apply what he's learned on ice into how he fights, both for familiarity and to keep himself attached to the sports. It's his mission to spread the good word of the NHL, you know. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much familiarity with even some common martial arts styles, as green on the circuit as he is.
So when he looks across and sees the monk girl, he has about as much idea of how she'll fight as she does of him. "Man..." Standing up from the stool he had been sitting on, he rolls forward, the usual pre-fight introductions. "...nice to meet you too. I'm...er...Brett," he greets, seeming almost too timid to be in this fight. "R-right." Turning back to bring some space between, he closes his eyes, idly tapping his stick again. Finally...the signal goes, and his stick slams on the ground. Spinning about and whipping himself around to face Nataya, his eyes are set like stone, jaw clenched and expression showing only but determination as he sinks down into a hockey 'stance', right hand low near the blade of his stick, left high, and feet slightly spread with the right behind. He's ready...and he's got his target in his sights.
COMBATSYS: Brett focuses on his next action.
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Nataya 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
That presents quite a target for Nataya as she considers Brett's stance for a second or two. Definitelt a more 'confrontational' means of facing off an opponent. Very, very interesting.
But Nataya doesn't stand there contemplating all day. After all, the important thing here is to see it in action! Therefore, it's time to close in. It doesn't take her but a second for her to be off like a shot, her feet pounding over the park grounds, the sleeves of her robe and beeads from her wrists trailing in the wind as she narros the gap between her and Brett.
Hr first motion is to go in for a low leg sweep, her shin striking out to knock the man's legs out from under him. Instead, however, she stops short, foot striking the ground as she turns into something a little faster, whipping out a short elbow strike on Brett to send it smashing into his collarbone.
COMBATSYS: Brett endures Nataya's Strong Punch.
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Nataya 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Brett
When Nataya comes in, Brett simply pushes forward as well, definitely taking the aggresive take here. And when she goes in for the leg sweep, his stick comes down, as if trying to intercept it. The elbow comes instead, however, and Brett takes it right where the padding fails to cover him. However, Brett takes it as is, reeling a little, but only so much.
In return? He brings his stick up, grasping it in both hands, almost like one would hold a security bar on a roller coaster. Swiftly, the stick is swung out, less like a cross check, and more like he was trying to cut into his opponent across the chest with the stick.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Nataya with Medium Strike.
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Nataya 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Brett
A solid blow to Nataya's sternum drives the wind out of her slightly, causing her to step back. That was a quick retaliation on his part. Interesting. The man's got some rather quick response times. That should make things a little more lively!
But now it's time to see how he fares against slightly more difficult fare. Instantly, she's cloaked in a think cloudy mist that seems to seep from her very being, shrouding her from sight partially. Her outline can be seen, but it's nondescript at best.
Then suddenly she bursts forth from the clouds in a full charge. It's a short run, allowing her the short hop over Brett's head to appear almost effortless as she swings a leg by him, missing him by more than half a foot.
But that's not the attack she's trying to land. Her other foot sweeps by, and a thin string of energy whips outward, held together by the shining silver beads that seem to make up a good part of her arsenal. Should she connect, the beads will wrap around Brett's legs, destablizing him as she goes into a triple roundhouse kick motion, whipping the man around and around and smashing him into the ground repeatedly before she flicks him losse with a motion of her foot.
COMBATSYS: Nataya successfully hits Brett with Three Marks.
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Nataya 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Brett
Now that hurt him enough to get him off his feet. WHen she leaps over, Brett tries to shore up...but the energy wraps around his legs, and he's mercilessly flung back and forth by that string, prompting several grunts of pain and strain, until he's finally let go. Groaning, he tries to pull himself back up, teeth gritted as he slowly gets back on his wheels. When he's up, he comes in sharp again, trying to drive himself forward at full speed...then suddenly flip over to try and drive his skate in and across her, almost as if slashing down her.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Nataya with Falling Star.
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Nataya 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Brett
Another heavy impact. It would appear that Brett's combat is based off of relentlessly attacking, which is something Nataya can understand, since her own combat style is heavily based on multiple assaults.
The second skate impact takes more out of her than the first one, which slams into her again with considerable force, knocking the wind out of her for the second time in as many attacks. She's considerably tougher than she looks, though. and it's time to start pushing Brett back a little further.
Without any sort of warning, Nataya springs forward with a knee, the hard bone directed straight at Brett's chest in an attempt to pound her kneecap directly against the man's heart as the glittering cloud of energy starts to funnel into a bright shining light, demonstrated by the brilliant glow around her right hand. Beads revolve around in a maddening pace overher forearm and wrist. Should the attack hit, the soman will crash into Brett with full force, then bounce back into the air, unleashing a torrential beam of force on the man, driving him into the ground like a firehose blasting into a protester.
COMBATSYS: Nataya successfully hits Brett with Six Seals.
- Power hit! -
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Nataya 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Brett
It's apparent that Brett, despite being physically impressive, isn't so good at taking energy attacks it seems. While he gets settled from his flip over, the hockey player is off balance enough that Nataya's able to get in close and drive her knee into his chest. While the padding takes it a little, the sudden cloud of energy that gathers and the beads fueling her power leave him stunned, and the massive beam plows into him, sending him back like...well, like the aforementioned simile.
He's in a bad state, but he pulls himself up slowly, finally getting to his feet again.
And his response? Charge forward, and try to grab Nataya in a hockey clinch. If he can? She'll find fist after fist, elbow after elbow plowed into her face as he hammers at her, finally pushing off, slashing upward with his stick...and finally following up with a vicious slam of his shoulder into her. If not....well....
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Nataya with Broad Street Barrage.
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Nataya 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Brett
Muay Boran's not a sport. It's a fighting style designed to do one thing: kill soldiers. It's graceless, brutal, and most of all, dead ugly to watch. But it's amazingly effective both in teaching it's users how to deliver and take mighty blows. As a result, Brett's attack, which would have likely been terrible to behold, meets surprisingly firm resistance from Nataya.
The hits strike true enough. Not a one misses it's mark, in fact. However, Nataya's been trained to do her best to withstand an enemy's mightiest attacks when at all possible so that she can close in and deliver her own.
And now she's about to get that done. When she finally breaks free from the devestating pummeling, her face is bruised, her nose is bleeding, and there's going to be a black eye no doubt about it. But she's still smiling that unnerving but /genuinely happy/ smile. It's just enough to be alive and kicking for Nataya.
5rAnd she's learning. Oh, is she learning.
And one of the things that has her curiosity piqued is to see if Brett can avoid her next assault.
The beads fill the air like angry beads, flaring brightly as they collect over her head, boiling and swirling above her as they coalsece into an angry silver sphere. Then with an almost casual gesture, she hurls the massive ball at Brett, letting it rumble forth towards him with silver clouds swirling in it's contrail.
COMBATSYS: Nataya successfully hits Brett with 37 Factors of Enlightenment.
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Nataya 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Brett
The sphere smashes into Brett like a boulder, driving him down into the ground and then exploding on him, sending glittering silver bead-shrapnel everywhere. The explosive blast craters the ground, filling the air with tiny starlike fragments that spiral overhead.
But they quickly deccelerate overhead in true Matrix-style, halting their ascent quickly before glowing brightly over the prone hockey user. Then, like little satellites of death, they start to revolve over Brett, spinning wildly as they fire beam after beam of destructive force on him, pounding him into the ground even further before they swoop back up, spinning away from their target to hover in standby around Nataya, the whirling clouds also retreating to stand by their master, awaiting her next mental command.
Avoid the next assault? Well...looks like the answer is....
No. The ball flies out, and collides with Brett, still trying to pull himself into a stable position, bowling over him, and sending him smashing to the ground. When the spheres reconvene, they circle...and piledrive him into the ground with beam after beam after beam of power, that impact him further into the soil. At that point, it's...well, it seems like that's all she wrote, right? Nothing to be done....
But wait. He's managing to crawl up. He's not getting off his back, but he's pulling up, enough to bring his stick up...and try to hook it against Nataya's robes, as if trying to pull her in. Pull her back toward him...but for what?
COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Nataya blocks Brett's Sir Stanley's Crush.
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Nataya 0/-------/----===|
Pulling at Nataya, Brett yanks her in...and them barrels forward, trying to slam his elbow into her from his position, putting every last bit of weight into the strike before he falls forward...and stays there, sprawled face down on the ground, defeated.
Erk. Nataya's pulled forward quite by surprise, as she didn't expect Brett to have that much fight left in him. As it is, she's pretty battered herself, if the swollen eye has anything to say about it. What's one more elbow smash to the chest?
The final attack nearly heaves her off her feet, but she's able to get her footing at the last minute with a sharp gasp of breath, pulling back and away as the clouds are already instinctively wrapping around her to help cure her minor wounds and heal her pain. Sometimes being trained by monks has it's advantages!
So that's 'Hockey'. Interesting. Nataya stands there for a moment, looking over the man, and then bows her head, granting the man a proper wai of respect. "Thank you. That was really educational... I've been meaning to fight someone with a 'sports' style for a long time now, and I've taken a lot from this battle." If he's concious, she'll pretty much leave it at that. If not, then... she'll stand there awkwardly for a few minutes before shuffling away before anyone notices that she's talking to someone that can't answer.
Just because she's monk-trained doesn't mean she can't put her own foot in her mouth sometimes.
COMBATSYS: Nataya has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:48:10 04/19/2009 by Nataya, and last modified on 21:52:29 04/20/2009.