Description: In the backroads of India, Brett Neuer ends up finding trouble aside from the language barrier, in the hidden weapon skills of Malin. Some things, even padding can't protect from. (Winner: Malin)
India! What a wonderful place!
Malin sure has been cropping up all over the place lately. Now, though, it's to a little village in the middle of India that she has come now. Having brought with her the Neo League cameras, a wide space of dusty ground has been cleared, and much of the village has turned out to see what all the excitement is about. And what is it about? Well, at the moment, it's about Malin looking bored, and playing with her knives.
At the moment, she's just throwing one up and down idly, catching it by the hilt and sending it spinning up into the air over and over again. She yawns widely, her eyes half lidded, and bandana pulled down low. Stupid jet lag.
India's a great place....long as you don't roll into Elephant dookie.
And in this little village, that was almost a serious concern for one Brett Neuer, barely able to catch himself before he careened right into a big pile. Kinda makes him wish he was in Mumbai or Calcutta or something. But thankfully...THANKFULLY....that's all past, and here, in this dusty clearing, he's here and ready to fight.
'Ready' of course being a bit relative, the poor earnest (and somewhat gullible) boy from Minnesota currently caught in some haggling over what appears to be some kind of carved souviner. "How much did you sa-, how much did she say?" he asks, head turning and uncinched helmet shaking to the side of his head as he tries to look between vendor and local english translator. Seems like he forgot a little something about why he's here....
Never let it be said that Malin suffers from being too polite.
After all. She knew her mark- she'd issued the challenge to poor Brett, and set the whole thing up. She was waiting, and she was bored. So, when Brett does turn up, she shrugs, and doesn't bother wasting any time at all. Ready or not, here she comes!
The girl whistles loudly, an ear-splitting noise which cuts through the chatter of the crowd, and then, suddenly, she flings the weapon in her hand straight at Brett. The heavy weighted knife slings through the air, the sharp edge slicing right at the unfortunate boy... except that Malin /is/ going a little easier than she normally would. Not throwing the weapon knife first, but rather aiming to bounce the hilt of the blade right off his forehead.
"Pay attention will you! You are in the big-leagues now. You're fighting /me/!"
COMBATSYS: Malin has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
COMBATSYS: Brett fails to slow Thrown Object from Malin with Shark Crest.
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Malin 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Brett
The haggling continues on, with Brett getting a distinct sense that he's being used as some poor mark. Mostly from the headspinning Hindi chatter the vendor and translator share. That doesn't matter, however, because he soon hears the piercing whistle coming from the fighting area. "Huh?" he stammers...before seeing a knife flying straight toward him. "GAHH!!" Not even gone through his usual pre-match ritual, he finds himself fumbling to get his stick up...
Before the knife slams hilt first into his unprotected forehead, his helmet falling right in front of his face as he stumbles back into the crowd. "Ughnnn...." Not fast enough to deflect or counterattack the knife, he finds himself a bit...disoriented. Sneaky surprise attacks....
As Brett stumbles back, Malin comes dashing in forwards, snatching the bounced knife and whipping it up behind her, she smirks. "Come on, man!" She declares, dancing back towards the arena proper. "You are going to need to do much better than that if you want to keep up, what are you, a slowpoke?"
She grins, the arrogant girl performs an athletic cartwheel backwards, and, as she comes up, the knife is flung out again amazingly fast, the strength packed behind the blow rather more than last time... and made rather more threatening by the fact that it is coming in point-first, and aiming for Brett's gut.
"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you, kid!" She calls back with a laugh, "I'm just going to take you to pieces if you can't keep up!"
COMBATSYS: Brett endures Malin's Thrown Weapon.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Brett
The moment it takes for Brett to get up is moment enough to get his helmet straightened up and clasped. Thankfully, that shot woke him up enough to get his game face back on, eyes narrow under his helmet as he brings his stick up to a readied position. The taunting is brushed aside, watching Malin cartwheel away as he rolls up closer to the center of the clearing. When the knife comes flying out again, Brett dashes straight in and toward. Suicidal, perhaps...but he has time and damage to make up.
The weapon sticks into his shoulder, sticking out through his pads as a visible wince crosses over the hockey winger's face. However, he still charges in, skates keeping his momentum as he brings his stick up and slashes out with a crashing strike toward Malin's collarbone with the heel of his stick's blade.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Malin with Medium Strike.
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Malin 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Brett
Malin is taken a touch by surprise. The sheer speed that the young man manages to come out with does result in a powerful strike which she takes full on. Unfortunately, she's not... quite out of it just yet, and it'll take rather more than that to keep her down for long. Instead, the girl rolls along the floor, a rather... odd-looking tool is brought to bear.
It's Malin's turn to come forwards in a rush, it seems. Suddenly bursting up from her position on the ground, she aims to drive the point of the weapon straight into Brett's gut.
"Not bad!" She declares, cheerfully. "BUT... Let me help you wake up!"
And if that works, it will be followed up with a terrifying burst of electricity, a truly insane amount of voltage being pumped right into him in an instant.
COMBATSYS: Malin successfully hits Brett with Electric Prod.
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Malin 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Brett
Now that was a good one. Brett knew he bowled his opponent over well with that strike, taking her down long enough for him to circle around and set himself ready for another go. Just like a face off, you know.
Unfortunately, he didn't quite expect...a cattle prod. "....huh?" he says with a bit of a blink, a small grunt at the prod...and a truly pained scream as he finds himself in for one hell of a literal shock. Falling back, smoking and smelling of ozone, the winger finds his muscles twitching and not terribly in good shape. "Ughhnnn..." And for an uncharacteristic moment, he falls back, breaking his usual philosophy of the fight. Not because he wants to, really, but...well, his legs aren't quite listening well enough to LET him at the moment.
COMBATSYS: Brett gains composure.
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Malin 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Brett
Malin looks a little bit put out as Brett falls back and doesn't immediately get up. She discards the prod to the side, the girl sighing slightly, "Seriously. You've got a good arm, but done already?" If it wasn't for just how much that strike had -hurt-, she really would wonder if she'd got the wrong guy. But. He had managed to really hurt her, and honestly, that's all it takes. Between the blow and the fact he wasn't actually dead yet, if she didn't capitalize, he seemed like the sort who would make her pay for it later.
So, even though he's on the ground, Malin doesn't let up. Instead, she yawns, and reaches behind her back, overplaying her lead just a touch. Instead, she tosses a little ball over towards Brett. It might, at first, be easy to think she was actually tossing the hockey player some kind of ball.
Wait. How many balls beep... and look like NESTS-issue grenades?
And then it explodes.
COMBATSYS: Malin successfully hits Brett with Thrown Object.
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Malin 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Brett
Geez, what the hell is with this girl? Everything she's throwing at him seems to be anathema to actually getting anywhere near close to her, and has even forced Brett to (temporarily) abandon his usual fight methodology. Not that it does him any good, considering he still can barely get up to fight in general. And when his legs DO cooperate enough to let him stand, he finds himself blasted away by that surprising grenade to knock him down again.
Gut it out though, Neuer. You've taken hits before, you've gotten plowed through the crease into the goal in a reckless pileup that nearly got your arm sliced open with a skate, remember? Such thoughts go through the young winger's head as he pushes himself back up again, breathing heavily as he pushes just enough to get his skates under him again before shoving off with his hands. Coming in low and seemingly bullcharging straight at Malin, he picks up speed and...trips? That's what it looks like at least. Up until he flips completely over and cuts an extended leg outward to drive the wheels of his skate straight for Malin's shoulder with a VERY unorthodox heel drop.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Malin with Falling Star EX.
- Power hit! -
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Malin 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Brett
See? Malin -is- a good reader of people.
The blow connects clean despite every effort made to get out of the way. The result is that Malin is sent ploughing into the ground with a pained grunt, her shoulder screaming at her for being so stupid as to allow herself to get hit like that. What, did she want to get smashed down here? Fool!
The result, however, is a very pissed off Malin. Sure, you try to be nice to people. You give them a warning shot with the edge of your knife, you wake them up with a jolt of electricity, and what do you get for it? You get hammered into the ground without so much as a thank-you for taking it easy on them. Hah! Well, she was going to show this guy!
What happens next is blindingly fast, Malin is suddenly in the air, and coming down at Brett like a rocket has been strapped to her back, one of her many blades leading the way...
COMBATSYS: Malin successfully hits Brett with Jou'ou Bachi.
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Malin 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Brett
Malin slashes down, and Brett flies up.
What follows is most likely terrifying for the young man. Malin seems to be everywhere all at once, a series of fast strikes with that knife which send him hurtling through the air, as she leaps from the floor of the arena again and again and again, dizzying the spectators and sending glimpses of light all around the place.
Finally, she comes straight up, and from behind her back she produces a /huge/ sword. Wielding the massive blade two-handed, Brett is sent hurtling back to the ground, and Malin lands, crouched. No words.
Unorthodox, but effective: that seems to sum Brett up fairly well, as he shakily gets back down onto his skates. "Unnnhhh..." He's still shaky after the shocks and the concussive blasts, and all. But he seems to be giving as well as he's taking so far. Which is good!....well, it was good at least. However, as he turns around to try and go for another go, one can easily find the drawbacks of linear speed over total dimensional speed, where Malin seems to outdo him completely.
The nearly invisible slash cuts down into Brett, forcing him to reel back...right into a storm of ridiculous amounts of cutting and slashing up that sends him upward...and then spiked down with one last cut. And that's the game, right?
Well....unlike electric shocks, he's taken more than enough cuts and bruises to get up after them. Oh, he's shaky and looking on last legs. But he can handle them well enough to stand. "Nnn....hhaaahhhH!!!" And more, it seems, as he barrels toward the waiting trickster girl, trying to catch her with a flurry of sharp winging elbows, alternating with each arm before attempting to grab into a classic hockey clinch and just punch, punch, punch, ending with a flourish of his stick slashing upward to drive Malin away. If she lets him of course.
COMBATSYS: Malin blocks Brett's Broad Street Barrage.
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Malin 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Brett
Malin has no intention of letting him have his way with her! The girls knife flashes out, meeting each stab of the stick as it comes in, "You know." She says, idly. "This might work better if you used a decent weapon. I mean, come on, the trouble with a stick like this..." And as she talks, blocking and parrying where possible, she works her way closer and closer inside his guard.
"Is that when someone gets up nice and close like this... they can shank you!"
Naturally, the storm of slashes had worn her down just a little bit, it had certainly worn her arm out. But that isn't going to stop her doing her level best to just straight-out strike with the weapon. Not really caring /where/ it lands, but just wanting to leave a nice reminder of her lesson in him, point-first if possible.
COMBATSYS: Brett fails to interrupt Medium Strike from Malin with Hurricane Check.
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Malin 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Brett
Normall, in those cases, Brett would have a backup plan. Which would be to not use the weapon at all, and simply elbow them in the face to get them to back up. In fact, that's exactly what he tries to do to Malin as she comes in and tries to cut into the hockey star.
Unfortunately, she remains faster than him, and the elbow just doesn't get in soon enough before he finds himself cut and forced back, gasping as he finds himself suddenly lightheaded from the bloodloss, nearly losing hold of his hockey stick altogether.
Malin, of course, doesn't let up. Far from it. She could sense the blood in the water, and she was determined to capitalize on it. She had absolutely no desire to draw this out any more than it needed to be drawn out, so, as he stumbles back, she comes in herself. What follows is, in fairness, a remarkably difficult attack to avoid when you are staggering around suffering from bloodloss. She aims to simply draw her leg behind his, and shove him backwards over it, and to the ground. Pretty certain that if she could just get him to fall down, he'd accept her sage advice. Should she wind up standing over him.
"Kid. You put up an alright fight. Stay down now, yeah? No shame in it. I'll even stand you a curry, how's that sound?"
COMBATSYS: Malin successfully hits Brett with Quick Throw.
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Malin 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Brett
Alas...it seems like Brett's well and done now, barely able to keep up on his feet, and Malin ruthless enough that she's not about to give him the quarter to recover. Unable to react properly, he finds himself dropped back and tripped, an ignonimious fall onto the ground that essentailly ends whatever fight that the poor kid had. And on his back, he can't even find a way to push in and return the favor, like he's so prone to doing. He just....flops and passes out from the blood loss finally.
COMBATSYS: Brett takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
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Malin stands triumphant and poses for the cameras for a moment. Giving a nice big thumbs up and waiting for them to turn off, before she leans down, and hefts the boy up to his feet. Or at least, gives some little support as she drags him over to the village doctor. Well. He'd be back on his feet soon enough. And when he did wake up, he'd even find a nice, cold, bowl of curry waiting for him with a note from Malin-
"Thanks for the fight, enjoy your meal! Try not to bleed so much next time, it's a pain to get out of clothes, you know?~"
Log created on 18:30:28 06/18/2009 by Brett, and last modified on 20:48:44 07/03/2009.