Description: IHOP plays host to this furiously fantastic flying food fight staged in Las Vegas as the Kenpo artist Hotaru Futaba faces the mysteriously powerful Juni while the two of them face the diet-induced wrath of Marisol O'Connell! ( Winner: Hotaru )
IHOP! Proud home of American style gluttony for breakfast. Harried servers wade amongst the tables filled with people consuming their daily caloric content in a short stack of powdered sugar frosted chocolate chip pancakes doused in blueberry, maple, raspberry, or simply the mysterious 'syrup' flavored syrup. Bacon and eggs glisten under the morning sun on people's plates as well, these greasy food items part of a well balanced diet as well.
Of course, the people devouring this food with the cumulative noise of feeding time at the farm have nothing on the late night crowd. THen, it's mostly stoners baked out of their gourd and ordering enough food to rival even the heartest child thinking blue goop on pancakes is a wonderful idea. The coffee flows freely as well, dark and rich -- perhaps the one saving grace of this particular establishment.
Quieter then, and not quite as filled with tourists, it's the one time at night when you can actually get a moment's thought in. Or, at the least, have enough space to run around and kick someone in the head for being in your way. In this particular establishment, such room will be sorely needed right now, as Juni eyes down Hotaru across a table laden with Silver Dollar Pancakes packing the density of lead. "This is .. a place for breakfast?" Juni asks curiously, eyes growing large as she takes it all in.
"It sure is," Hotaru answers cheerfully as she steps around a counter and into view, hands clasped behind her back, a bright tone to her voice and eager expression on her face. At last a SNF she can get into. No embarassing onsen hijinks, no frighteningly violent drug induced brawlers, no pressure. Just a fun match to be had against an unfamiliar opponent. The smells of delightful breakfasty goods fill the air as the teen fighter strides into an aisle that aligns with where Juni stands. She'd have been tempted to splurge a little if she didn't have a firm rule about avoiding eating before fights after a series of unfortunate strikes to the stomach early in her career.
Taking in a deep breath, the girl sighs, shaking her head before snapping to a ready stance having already completed warm ups earlier. "With Marisol here to keep us on our toes, this should be fun." she asserts. Her hands are held up, palms parallel to each other, palms facing each other. "My name is Hotaru Futaba. It's nice to meet you... Juni, right?" Exhaling softly, the girl stays in place, "I'm ready!"
SEVEN HOURS AGO
"What do you mean, IHOP?"
"Well, for whatever reason, our creative team decided that IHOP in /Vegas/ would be a great setting for this particular match."
Marisol's gray eyes hood slightly, her mouth pulling into a thin line.
"Well I don't like it."
"Well, too bad. It's that or you don't get anything at all."
"But--!"
The SNF coordinator gives the redhead a stern look.
NOW
Seated at a table is Marisol O'Connell with her face buried in the palms of her hands. Around her, many patrons devour delicious-looking breakfast meals, savoring the delicious flavors of their syrup-slathered pancakes or fluffy white eggs.
"It isn't fair," the girl whines, even as Hotaru and Juni get into place and greet one another. Meanwhile, around the restaurant, crew members assemble the last of their camera equipment and prepare the fighting location. Who cares if people are ENJOYING MEALS around them? Certainly not the MASTERS-RUN SATURDAY NIGHT FIGHT.
"It just isn't fair."
Looking up, the Pacific High student stares at her meal. And that is? A glass of fucking water.
"They did this on purpose. ..while I'm on a diet, they put me here. Around food.
"DELICIOUS FOOD."
With a sour expression, Marisol sips her water as the two girls get ready. /Angrily/ sips, even.
While Hotaru's welcome is returned, it isn't nearly as formal a greeting. Juni simply nods her head, then glances towards a plate that looks to the rail skinny girl that someone all but smeared liberal amounts of vaseline over. It's something that Juni certainly wouldn't ever want to put in her mouth, but she seems to be a minority in that situation.
"Try not to step on something." Juni replies dryly, then slips into an offensive position. Standing with legs spread wide, one in front of the other, she raises her fists to a striking position, then waggles a finger of the higher hand up at Hotaru... "Try not to eat anything, either." The Doll adds after a moment, before jumping onto a clear spot the table to clear distance between the two fighters.
COMBATSYS: Juni has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru has joined the fight here.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Juni
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the top side.
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Marisol 0|-------|------=
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Juni
Out of the corner of her eye, Hotaru notices the red-headed Pacific student nursing a glass of water rather than digging into one of the several items on the menu that have to be more scrumptious than that, and frowns just a little, her mind trying to guess as to what might be wrong. But Marisol clears up the mystery in an instant when she speaks up, decrying her circumstances. Surrounded by breakfast items from around the globe, it's just not fair to be trying to be faithful to a /diet/ at a time like this. Not to mention, she's actually going to get her hands on the food in order to fullfill her role as Chaos Agent as Hotaru understands it. "Awh, sure you can't break it a little?" Hotaru asks with a sympathetic shake of her head.
But she understands how such things can be. Young fighters can't get too careless about diets! "Given the nature of the fight," the pig-tailed combatant replies with a grin toward Juli, "I don't know that there's much hope of getting out of this one cleanly." Yes, this one is definitely going to require a lot of showering afterward. Breakfast food is for eating, not for wearing!
"Here goes!" she warns in that moment, springing forward, feet coming down perfectly balanced on the narrow divider between two booths as the girl skips across the distance between her and her mysterious opponent with remarkable speed. Pristine blue and white clothing faces a future of various stains of all colors given the location, but to start with the girl's balance keeps her free from any unfortunate accidents for now...
Sucking in her breath, the girl twists into a spin through the air, performing a swift horizontal cartwheel right off the divider in an attempt to catch Juni with her feet in the process. Her left toe will touch down for a split second on an empty spot on a patron's table before she'll kick into a second cartwheel just like the first before trying to land cleanly on the floor beyond the darker clad girl. "Ya, ya!"
COMBATSYS: Juni dodges Hotaru's Medium Kick.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Juni
"No, I can't," Marisol replies to Hotaru with a visible pout, setting her glass of water down.
"I totally broke my diet last weekend. Pacific High had this awesome BBQ cook out, and..."
The memories of barbeque nearly bring Marisol to tears.
Yet she perseveres somehow, idly nursing her water as the two women begin to square off against one another. With warning the young Kenpo fighter takes off, making her assault for Juni, some chick she has never seen before. Rather than just throw herself into the fray, she just gloomily sulks.
"Oh man!" a man next to her table gasps.
"This stack is /sooooooo/ /goooooood/. All this delicious strawberry syrup and this whipped cream, topped with powdered sugar. And look at these eggs--!"
"RAAAAAAAGH"
Furiously Marisol grabs the man's plate of FRESH HOT EGGS and hurls it toward the fight. It just so happens that Juni has her back facing the girl and is thus the closest target.
"If I cannot enjoy it YOU CAN'T!"
COMBATSYS: Juni dodges Marisol's Power Shot.
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Marisol 0|-------|------=
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Juni
Considering how much skin Juni's unmarked uniform .don't. cover, the chances are quite high indeed that she's going to need a shower; while the skin tight leotard's good for exposing the slender girl's curves and skin tone, it loses much of its appeal in the face of blueberry syrup. Don't think for a moment that Juni isn't fully aware of this, or all that pleased -- orders are orders, however, and here she is.
At least she's quick enough on her feet to get out of the way of flying feet .and. breakfast food. A twist to the side brings her out of the narrow range of Hotaru's cartwheel kick, and presents a much smaller profile for a plate of flying eggs. Juni's eyes grow wide for a second or two as she watches chunks of fluffy yellow and white go flying by where her shoulder was just a moment ago. The following curl of her lip expresses her sentiments towards being pelted with greasy foods -- as if it wasn't quite clear enough by the way she was eyeing everyone's plate in mute horror.
"..." Juni responds to the unorthodox attack, flicking a quick glance at the dieting Marisol, then. "A healthy diet leads to a strong body. Why would you want to eat this in the first plate? It may taste good, but it will make you slow and loggy."
Good nutriition is a must! Marisol should be glad she faces less temptation to eat the high calorie food. She should also be glad that Juni's not trying to actively trying to bodycheck her halfway across the room -- unlike a certain gymnastic fighter.
COMBATSYS: Juni successfully hits Hotaru with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0|-------|------=
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Juni
"Oh, yeah, well with BBQ on the line..." Hotaru notes the second her feet touch down and she's whirling around to recover quickly and face the leotard-clad fighter in order to defend herself. Her tone says it all - a little break in the diet is a fair thing when good food is on the line, right?! But she doesn't get to finish her sentence as the agile Juni proves to be quick on the counter attack.
Striking a more defensive posture, the girl underestimates just how hard her opponent was intending to attack back. Not content with a simple strike, the doll checks Hotaru with all 49 kilograms, which does more than enough to smash through her guard and send the smaller fighter flying. The landing is no better than the take off as she crashes into the stomach of a portly waiter stepping out from the kitchen with a full tray in hand.
As Hotaru slips to a seated position, the dropped tray bounces off the top of her head to the floor at her side. Wincing, she shakes her head, pushing herself back up to her feet as the spilt food misses her completely. For /now/. The stars clear quickly, allowing her to focus back on Juni, "Well," she notes, "There needs to be room for food that actually tastes /good/ in a diet from time to time too!"
She has to close distance which she manages again, this time at a far more controlled pace, stepping one foot in front of the other, her guard staying up as she nears. The attack, however, is no where near slow as Hotaru leans hard, twisting her torso to the left, right hand slamming forward, palm out in an aim to deliver a strong hit to the other girl, "HAA!"
Too frustrated with her situation, Marisol does what any deprived-of-actual /food/ young woman would do: throw a damn tantrum at Juni. The man at the table looks horrified, his eyes wide with disbelief before he turns his attention toward the angry half-Spaniard girl.
"Why did--?"
"DON'T START WITH ME!" the redhead roars, turning her attention onto the even-more horrified patron of IHOP, who drops his fork in absolute shock and fear of the Pacific student. Huffing audibly, the young woman folds her arms and scowls toward the fight.
"Yes, you are correct Hotaru. Diet food tastes like...well, nothing. Eating salads with a thimble full of dressing? Small portions? No /chocolate/!?"
"Well, at least I have this plate of sausage," the man nearby states with relief.
"BEING A WOMAN IS HARD, YOU KNOW!" rages the half-Spaniard, who takes the plate and throws it in the fight's general direction. This time? Poor Hotaru is in the path of those greasy but DELICIOUS sausages.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Juni with Medium Punch.
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Juni
At least she isn't eating the sausages, she does end up eating a fist solid enough to make Juni grunt from the impact. It's hard to tell which she favors least -- the fist, or having more food flung in her direction. "I doubt this is even properly *Nnf* Food!" Juni retorts, her harangue breaking off as she gets smacked right in the stomach.
Okay. Time to focus on the fight rather than discussing the evils of the decadence western style 4-5 meals a day pigout. Breathing deep, Juni tries to focus herself on Hotaru rather than the distracting smell and sight of greasy food and the intoxicating smell of fresh coffee. At least they do .that. part right, a small part of her brain thinks -- the part of her brain she immediately chastices for having something positive to say about this cusine.
There's a brief period of zenlike calm in the doll's features as she studies Hotaru's reaction to the sausage flown at her. Those skinny hot grease bombs seem to slow down in time for Juni, the loud din of people starting to remark about the fight raging around them falling to a muted roar no more important than background noise. Then it all comes rushing back to her as time returns to a normal speed. "Eat more fruit if you want something that tastes good, not this ... Whoberry Sauce." Juni retorts, with a nod to the monstrosity of breakfast a small boy's wolfing down.
COMBATSYS: Juni gains composure.
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Marisol 0|-------|------=
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Juni
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Marisol's Medium Shot.
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Marisol 0|-------|------=
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Juni
As Marisol makes friends with the patrons of the IHOP, Hotaru finds herself in close quarters combat with a very skilled opponent. Her palm strike lands just as Marisol shouts, announcing to the establishment the hardships of being a woman surrounded by so much not so healthy but very delicious food. "It's true," she notes, nimbly side-stepping the plate even if it means losing a bit of ground to Juni in the process. "He wouldn't understand at all!"
The sausages crash against the wall, promising a good time for whoever's actually responsible for cleaning /up/ this joint after the match, but Hotaru manages to remain unscathed for the immediate moment. She grins back at Juni as the girl prescribes fruit in place of a plate of tasty eggs, "Yeah, it's not bad. But it's not the same thing as having dessert for breakfast. It can't hurt /now and then/!"
In spite her playful expression, the young martial artist hasn't taken her eyes off Juni for a moment, careful now that she's tasted a bit of the kind of strikes the other orange haired girl can dish out. And with the other girl buying herself a second to study the pig-tailed fighter's combat style, Hotaru decides to press the option to keep attacking.
Sprinting forward, she aims to close distance in order to try and get within striking range again. Her hands snap out, aiming for Juni's wrists in a bid to keep the other girl from being able to defend herself. And should she succeed? Hotaru will convert her forward momentum into a series of rapid, rising steps and finish with a backflip right off Juni's shoulders, "Ya, ya, ya!"
"I guess fruit is all right," the half-Spaniard muses.
"My sausages..." the man at the table next to her whines, watching as one sausage slowly climbs its way down the wall in a big, greasy streak. He breaks into choking sobs shortly after, burying his face in his hands as his wife consoles the man while giving Marisol a glare.
"But that's beside the point. Hotaru is right, if I want Reese's for breakfast, then damn it, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO."
"Hey everyone, here's your fresh order of delicious Reese's pancakes," a waiter states, putting the plates onto the table. Immediately Marisol storms over and snatches a plate, throwing it toward the fight.
"DOES GOD HATE ME?!" she cries in a fit of feminine fury. "ARGH!"
COMBATSYS: Juni endures Hotaru's Shin-Jou Tai.
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Marisol 0|-------|------=
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Hotaru 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Juni
COMBATSYS: Juni blocks Marisol's Quick Shot.
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Marisol 0|-------|-----==
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Hotaru 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Juni
Juni pauses as Hotaru climbs over her, practically .daring. her to smack her upside the head every time she tramples over her. She doesn't dodge, she doesn't try to block -- she just takes it, looking rather pained as Hotaru's feet find various sensitive spots on her body to land on.
What's worse is there's a piece of bacon now dangling from Juni's bangs, dangling in front of her forehead like some sort of talisman of meat. Juni is distracted to say the least when she's busy pulling off the accursed searing meat product off of her head she barely ahs time to respond to candy stuffed pancakes being hurled her direction like a frisbee. She takes the hit with her bracer, leaving a yellow skid mark over it where a reeces pieces smushed and slid down her forearm.
Disgusting.
Twisting around to grab Hotaru on the rebound, Juni tries to go airborne with Hotaru, her lithe body twisting in mid air to try and get the pigtailed girl under her feet.
COMBATSYS: Juni successfully hits Hotaru with Earth Direct.
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Marisol 0|-------|-----==
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Hotaru 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Juni
Hotaru manages to connect with her attack as intended, managing to deliver a series of kicks in what passes for nearly an instant. That Juni has a plan regarding this very exchange doesn't occur to her until the acrobatic fighter is joined in the air by an equally capable Shadaloo doll.
Spinning mid-air, the Kenpoista attempts to twist into a position in which she might be able to turn her opponent's momentum right back against her and possibly send her crashing back down. The outcome doesn't end up nearly the way she had hoped, however, as Juni gets a grip first, flipping the smaller fighter out of balance and rendering her several degrees more helpless in the air before driving her back down with painful speed aided by a burst of a painfully jarring energy Hotaru knows nothing about.
An uncontrolled landing brings Hotaru crashing into a cheap table that splits right down the middle, sending the girl crashing to the floor amid a pile of food sliding down over her along with an unfriendly stomp against her back from her opponent. A grit of her teeth and hiss of pain is all Hotaru lets on about the painful attack. Hands pressing down, she lifts herself up only to sputter as cold oatmeal rolls down over her face from a bowl that had flopped on her head. "Ew!" she allows herself the exclaimation before kicking herself to her feet, sending a small spattering of the grey matter flying in all directions as she shakes her head.
Well, she expected something like this to come about just from premise alone. There's nothing to be done about it. Right now she needs to stay on the offensive... Dropping into a low crouch, feet far apart, arms at her sides like wings, she lingers for only a blink of an eye before springing into a short hop, twisting into a spin mid-air in order to deliver a pair of windmilling strikes.
The instant her feet touch the ground, she would finish by slamming both hands out, right hand forward, aiming to drive her palm into Juni's sternum, left hand jamming out in the opposite direction to provide much needed counter balance. "HAAA!"
"What was that for?!" the waiter squawks, staring down at Marisol with an abject look of horror upon his face. "You could have ripped an arm off or something, you know! And why are you raging, anyway? Those people /paid/ for that meal!"
"Argh don't preach at me!" the redhead counters back, throwing her arms into the air. "Maybe if you wouldn't bring all this good food that I can't EAT in here I wouldn't be so ANGRY!"
"Why are you even here?" the waiter wonders.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Marisol cries, lifting a table off the floor with her man-like strength before hurtling it toward the fight. It's so big, BOTH GIRLS are in the way. Uh oooooh!
COMBATSYS: Juni dodges Marisol's Large Random Weapon.
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Hotaru 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Juni
COMBATSYS: Juni interrupts Soushou Shin from Hotaru with Cannon Spike.
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Marisol 0|-------|-----==
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Hotaru 1/--=====/=======|=======\=====--\1 Juni
Tables now? That's at least something normal to throw at someone in a fit of rage -- bad diet induced or not. It's also something Juni finds pitifully easy to dodge. Even Diet Rage can't fling a table accuractly enough to dodge someone as nimble as Juni, and the girl simply ducks at the last moment to make sure it sails safely over her head. And as long as she's ducking, Juni might as well do something about the other girl's flailing her arms at her.
It's been an odd fight so far, with both girls giving as good as they get, and the follow through to Hotaru's attack really doesn't tip the balance one way or the other. Vaulting into the air in an unlikely flip, Juni reaches out for Hotaru's chin with a foot glowing dark purple -- more of the energy she used in the last attack, by the looks of it. It doesn't do much to avoid Juni getting slammed repeatedly by the windmilling arms, but it should give Hotaru something to think about on the way back down. Juni'll just flip out of it, and skid a bit on the splattered oatmeal before regaining her balance.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Marisol's Large Random Weapon.
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Marisol 0|-------|-----==
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Hotaru doesn't get to land feet first as intended, as her combination is cut short by two feet slamming up into her jaw accompanied by a surge of the energy that she already discovered she definitely found her defenses lacking against. It's with a surprised cry of pain cut short by an impact against the ceiling that she answers before dropping uncerimoniously back to the floor of the IHOP with little control.
On the plus side, her uncontrolled trip through the room left her free of the flying table that would have otherwise proved to be excruciatingly painful had she experienced the misfortune of being in its way. "Ugh..." Hotaru grouses, rolling onto her side and then pushing herself up slowly with a shake of her head. Pained, but not out, she shakes her head to try and clear her vision, her left hand brushing lightly at the multi-colored mess on her top as she focuses once again on Juni.
Taking in a breath, she exhales slowly. This fight has been swift and punishing and right now, she's deciding that she needs to take her best shot or she won't get another opportunity. A careful glance is cast Marisol's way as if to make sure she isn't about to get pelted by food for not paying attention, but then Hotaru is off, bolting for Juni with a surge in speed that exceeds anything she had done thus far in the fight.
Her intent becomes clear, if possibly too late, when she slides into a low crouch and gathers an incredible amount of shimmering, sapphire blue chi to herself. It is with an explosive flip kick that she'll aim to crush through Juni's defenses in order to carry the other lithe fighter into the air before pulling her back to the ground in a controlled tackle that will leave Hotaru in a perfect position to plant her hands against the other girl's sternum and unleash a brilliantly bright explosion of chi with Juni unfortunately at ground zero if she is unable to escape in time!
"Look miss, you can't destroy the restaurant!" another member of the waitstaff chimes, as the table is hurtled and deftly dodged by both fighters. Furrowing her brows in contempt for her situation and the sudden ganging-up she's receiving, Marisol just scoffs.
"Well, I /am/ a Chaos Agent," she quips, folding her arms over her chest.
"Throw FOOD," another waiter replies.
"No I can't do that, you guys just yell!" she snaps in response.
So while all of this is going on, Juni is kicking Hotaru in the face, and Hotaru is then throwing herself bodily toward the Doll.
MEANWHILE--
Snatching a plate, the girl taps it against her hand before she casts her arm aside, sending the dish of delicious muffin slathered in butter into the fight. Unfortunately, Hotaru seems to be IN ITS PATH.
"What are you doing--?!"
"SEE?!"
COMBATSYS: Juni endures Hotaru's Ten-shou Ranki EX.
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At least Juni has a lot to learn about handling chi attacks too. As she tucks back to land on her feet, Juni glances behind her back tos ee that Hotaru's already charging towards her, aura all but flaring with energy that Juni's become accustomed to associating with a lot of pain. Lots and lots of pain, actually. With little else to do but grin and bare it, Juni at least makes sure she's not in a position to land face first in a puddle of spilled chocolate pudding or something obnoxious.
Of course, the far wall works just fine and Juni finds herself slammed backwards. Food, tables, and now the wall are all damaged in this fight, a nice Juni sized dent destroying the drywall behind her, sending a spiderwebbing of cracks all along that wall. Shuddering, Juni steps out of the wall, pancaked in white dust and looking like she's about to topple over.
Working on sheer adrenaline alone, Juni pushes herself from the wall and .charges. after Hotaru. Before getting into melee range, Juni uses the last burst of energy available to her to throw herself horizontal to the floor. Her body becomes a torpedo wreathed in a flare of dark purple then, her hair flaring out behind her as she spins Hotaru wards feet first.
If Juni's spiral arrow should connect, Juni drills Hotaru backwards a few feet before suddenly changing direction. Her hands plant against the ground with a blur of motion and push .upwards. sending her trajectory, and Hotaru with it, back towards the ceiling again before Juni's energy sputters out and she lands with a boneless *smack* against a chair, the back doing a bit of impropitu chiropractor work -- all that's needed to make sure Juni doesn't get up for a while.
COMBATSYS: Juni can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru blocks Juni's Spin Drive Smasher.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru dodges Marisol's Trick Shot.
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Well, this IHOP is going to have to be closed for refactoring for some time after this match - not that that's too unusual when SNF events play out. No matter the venue, devastation seems to follow in short order. Hotaru's combination is executed in perfect form, the teen fighter pouring nearly everything she had into that attack in a gamble... knowing full well that with the way the other girl is capable of dishing out pain, this match is bound to be over in a blink of an eye.
She's just barely pushing herself back up to standing, releasing an exhausted exhale as she finds her opponent charging back toward her with determined speed. It's with almost desperate reflex that the girl whips her arms up, digging deep to draw forth one last surge of that azure chi to her forearms, giving her just a little added strength by which the girl can actually even hope to stand up to such an attack.
The impact is brutal, sending Hotaru sliding back against the spinning, Psycho Power infused kick, until her back hits the wall, provoking a soft gasp. Her guard shattered, she would be subject to the second half of the attack if she tried to simply stand her ground, but the young fighter drops down deliberately fast into a seated position on the ground, allowing for Juni's attack to go high and miss her by a hair.
It's then that Marisol's flying dish of muffins comes flying at her on a spinning path of death and Hotaru's eyes widen, the girl springing to her feet at the last second before the dish digs itself into the wall. Waving her hands quickly over her head, she tries to get Marisol's attention, "It's okay, the fight's over, more more food!" she flails, trying to reach the red-head in the midst of her diet induced RAAAAAAGE!!
Whirling around, she looks toward Juni, releasing another pained exhale as she starts to rub her arms, the ache of her defense sinking in further. "Her power..." the girl muses, "There was something darkly familiar about it."
"Th-that was an order someone paid for!" a waiter barks at Marisol.
"Look, you guys said you wanted me to throw food or something at these girls. And I am, but you are all up in my grill yelling about how 'wah it isn't right' or 'wah someone paid for that.' You guys cannot make up your minds, and it's pissing me off!"
Meanwhile, behind her, Hotaru and Juni go at it. Hotaru unleashes her DEADLY WRATH OF CHI upon the Doll, who in turn tries to make short work of the Kenpo fighter. Marisol is, of course, entirely oblivious to this, as she grabs a huge stack of pancakes on a plate and levels it at her eyes.
"Miss, that is ALSO paid for--!" a flustered waiter exclaims.
"Well I don't care anymore, because I am so tired of having all this delicious food TAUNTING me. It's all gotta go, and I have a job to do, so by god--"
'--no more food!!'
"What?"
Turning to glance toward the two fighters, she is quelled by the sight of Hotaru standing victoriously. This, of course, means the fight is /over./ Marisol drops the plate.
"Well thank god this torture is over!" she cries, throwing her arms into the air before she gives Hotaru a thumbs up. "Hey, congrats," she calls, hurrying as fast as she can toward the exit. "I'd stay and offer to eat with you but, uh, you know." Pause.
"Diet." Her stomach growls.
"aaaaaargh" is Marisol's response as she hurries OUT THE DOOR.
Log created on 23:26:10 08/24/2009 by Hotaru, and last modified on 05:26:00 08/27/2009.