Description: Deciding to use her powers for good, Farah organizes a charity fight for survivors of the Taizhou disaster at Le Petit Chien Cafe. When her planned opponent is a no-show, the Hurricane of the Gulf is thankfully on hand to provide Farah with a significant challenge indeed. Though the luchador comes out on top, his spicy skills give Farah a chance to push herself to the limit of her abilities.
The most famous schools in Southtown are clearly its high schools. The Justice Incident however long ago made sure of that. But there are a number of good, respectable colleges in the city, and they tend to attract students who would want to be educated in a big, worldly, cosmopolitan city like Southtown. Those that are interested in professional fighting, well... they have their own reasons for coming as well. It was that combination of factors that brought Farah Tenjou to the city for her higher education from faraway Egypt, despite the events of last year's crime war meaning that many families are skittish about sending loved ones into a former war zone.
Since coming, the young woman has had two fighting encounters: one quite positive, and one quite negative. Her fight with Denji Akiyama opened her eyes to the vastness of what was possible in the fighting world, and it was quite exciting. Her fight against Juri Han... not so much. The cruel Korean's wanton violence and, more importantly, stomach-churning aura of malevolent Psycho Power left an indelible mark on Farah.
All the more reason, then, that she would use a little bit of seed money to set up a charity fight, much like the one she and Denji had on the steps of the much-battered YFCC however many weeks ago. The cafe's outdoor seating has been pushed back to give more room on this little side street, and while you can't exactly sell tickets to a street fight, you CAN convince people to donate. Something about Farah sort of... encourages people to do it, weirdly, as the dusky-skinned fighter wanders the crowd, smiling brilliantly at people, holding up a donation box. "It's for the poor people of Taizhou!" she says. "Don't be indifferent! Show them just how good a person you are!"
~ Give people a chance to excel, ~ she thinks to herself, ~ and they will never disappoint you. ~
However, this solicitation attempt is interrupted by someone from the cafe running outside. "Er, Miss Tenjou, we have sort of a problem. The fighter who said he'd come for the match isn't here, and nobody's picking up at the number he gave. I think he's a no-show."
That does cause the young Egyptian to frown. "Well that's not good. Where are we going to find a replacement quick enough?"
That is always a problem about the fighting world. So many personalities from so many backgrounds. You never know when you might run into the good, the bad, or the downright quirky. It just so happens one of those quirky individuals is inside the cafe where people are gathering outside and toiling away at trying to help out with the creation of pastries to be served today. Of course this might be the reason why the Cafe is also quite dead today since most have been scared off by the concoctions being made in there by El Fuerte!
Finally he has been convinced to step out of the kitchen and all his help was appreciated. His payment? A few recipes given to him that he will have to add his own secret ingredients to. Afterall he would not want to be a copycat. He wants to make it his own recipe! He is pulling on his jacket as he steps out and he sort of stands on his tiptoes to listen to what is going on. A tap on the shoulder and a question asked reveals to him the goings on. A fight for charity is something he can respect certainly, but to have someone no show? That won't do at all.
"A new challenger has arrived!" El Fuerte says rather loudly as he still stands behind the crowd. There is a jacket and a shirt thrown into the air and soon leaping over the gathered people the masked luchador flips through the air to land gracefully on his feet nearby Farah while striking a bit of a pose. "And the challenge shall be none other than The Hurricane of the Gulf, El Fuuuuuuueeeeerte!" Most of the crowd looks confused but there is one person that pipes up. "Wasn't that the weirdo that got blown up stopping a bank robbery?"
He tried to stop a bank robbery?!
Perfect.
In fact, when she first lays eyes on Fuerte, Farah actually blinks once or twice. Because of her Soul Power abilities, she sees people on two fronts: their everyday, physical selves, and then their aura, a sense of what the person is like that can be perceived around them. It's not just a 'glow,' though that's certainly part of it. It's also a... gut feeling. A sense of somebody. Particularly strong personalities have particularly strong auras... and El Fuerte, Hurricane of the Gulf, shines like a beacon. For someone like Farah, who expresses herself through fighting, and views combat much like Fuerte views cooking, it's a great discovery indeed.
~ I must fight this man! ~
Without hestitation, she rushes forward an extends her hand. "What a pleasure! I don't think I've heard of you but I'm sure this will be a very memorable battle! My name is Farah, by the way," she tacks on, drawing her hand back unless Fuerte decides to grip it FOREVER! "It would mean so much if you'd participate." ~ Are all luchadores so... so intense? ~
Stepping back, the Egyptian fighter gets into her stance, which is a somewhat loose, roughly like a kung fu stance but more open. "Let's test our own limits, Mr. Fuerte!" she says, a little cluelessly, as if his first name were 'El'.
COMBATSYS: Farah has started a fight here.
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Unique he certainly is. Then again to get so into your wrestling persona you have become it usually means the person is passionate about what they do or just plane crazy. Then again in some cases it might also be both. He is certainly over the top in every way from showboating to how he speaks as if he is still spending time in the ring. A smile is plastered across his face when he takes that hand with a firm grip and shakes it. "I shall do my best to help with your charity!" he proudly declares and he raises his other arm while pointing a finger to the sky. "Do not look away, observers! You will miss amazing things."
He does release the hand and he takes a few steps back before bowing low in a way a matador might do then straightens back up. "I must admit I have no heard of you as well, but I am sure you will do your best as well since this is in the name of charity!" He then starts to get in his own stance, his feet moving about as he seems to energetically bounce from foot to foot as that grin never seems to leave his face.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Farah
~ So confident! He must be strong. ~ Luchadores are not exactly a cultural thing she has much exposure to, coming from Egypt, but she's not clueless; Farah knows that the tradition of masked wrestling is as much about putting on a good show as it is about actual combat, and that's something she can appreciate. It's also something she hopes the *audience* can appreciate, too, and is quick to remind them of this. "Remember, please!" she throws out to the audience. "This is for the people of Taizhou too! If you like what you see, remember to give what you can!"
With that, she turns to Fuerte, giving him the once over. She's not used to reading peoples' fighting styles or strengths and weaknesses from a glance; Farah is usually too busy trying to get a sense of the person. But part of this is about experiencing the vastness of fighting styles and personalities that are out there. She grimaces a little bit as this thought brings Juri -- that unpleasant, skin-crawl-inducing memory -- to the surface, but she quickly shakes it off. ~ That's not what he's like, I can feel it, ~ she thinks to herself. ~ That... that woman didn't have any passion but hurting people. This man, though... ~
She will see that passion for herself.
"Here I come!" is the only warning, before she takes a quick, dashing step toward Fuerte, striking with her right arm, palm open, in a downward sweeping motion toward the ground, before launching herself in a backward twirl, her open palm catching him a second blow as she spins away from the luchadore.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Farah's Combo Attack.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Farah
A nod is all the the luchador gives in response when Farah declares she is ready to make her attack. Of course there is also the fact she is quick to move and words would be wasted when he needs to take his time to watch where her attack will come from. He is paying very careful attention it seems because he is already gone with dust kicking up off the ground where he stood when that first strike comes forward. He seems to be rather quick as he zips right by the other fighter and he spins about to backpedal a few moments.
"Nice form! This shall be fun!" he calls out as he dashes forward again, though this time his intent is to strike and not get out of the way. When he nears he leaps upwards to give a knee followed by a quick kick in an attempt to knock Farah upward. That isn't even the worst of it. It is more the setup for him to then catch her with those legs and when he kicks them outwards again and to twirl about in a dizzying manner as he falls to the ground to slam her down. "Ole!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Farah with Guacamole Leg Throw.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Farah
~ So quick! ~
Perhaps because of fighters like Raiden and Zangief, Farah was prepared to think of wrestlers of all kinds, even luchadores, of not being high in foot speed and agility. Rather, they're all supposed to be tough, powerful individuals who can take considerable punishment! But it takes all kinds, including the kind that run past Farah's attack, then rebound as if bouncing off ring ropes to come right back the other way. The Egyptian has a moment to spin, notice the incoming Fuerte, and attempt to sidestep out of the way before his knee lifts the comparatively light girl skyward and the twirling leg throw sends her right back down to the ground.
Farah's head is spinning when she stands up; that attack wasn't just painful, but dizzying. "You're... quite fast, Mr. Fuerte," she says, but she says it with a smile. Fighting this masked man is going to be a challenge, no doubt. Her hand comes up to brush a lock of dark hair out of her eyes, and somewhat strangely, she ends up staring at her right wrist, then adopts an expression of surprise. "Oh, wow... I was in such a hurry to fight you I forgot something quite important!"
Her hand goes into her pocket and produces a length of cobalt blue ribbon, which she ties around her right wrist into a tight bow with a surprising amount of ceremony. When she brings her hand back up into fighting stance, the two long tails of the ribbon flutter out behind her for a moment. "Alright! Apologies... let's continue the fight!"
COMBATSYS: Farah focuses on her next action.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Farah
The luchador lands on the ground as well, but he catches himself landing on his hands and he kicks his legs upwards to where he is doing a handstand for a moment before pushing off those hands and twirling about to end up back on his feet. And while he isn't as big as Raiden or Zangief he still looks to be sturdy for a man of his stature. How physically strong he can be might be hard to tell, but to be able to flip about like he is he has to be in great shape.
He is almost ready to go on attack and he pauses a moment and watch Farah's actions. His guard remains up, but he allows her to pull out that ribbon and tie it to herself. "Oh no. Fuerte is not my last name. I am just El Fuerte!" he explains to her when he finally seems to realize she has called him Mr. Fuerte again. "And no reason to apologize. Let us begin again!" And forward he goes again, zipping a straight line towards Farah before leaping upward again and kicking both feet forward to slap into the woman's chest as he attempts to use the momentum to push off and flip about to land upright again.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Farah with Light Kick.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Farah
'Just El Fuerte'? It's not as if the Egyptian speaks Spanish. All she can think of is that 'El Fuerte' is sort of a mouthful in the middle of combat (despite the fact that 'Mister' has more syllables and letters than 'El') but if 'Mister Fuerte' doesn't work, she'll have to think of something else. "Do you have a fir--" And then he's running and jumping at her, and she needs to react! It's far too late for her to dodge, so she attempts to catch the incoming kicks on her forearms, but either she waited too long or the Gulf Hurricane is too fast for her... or maybe both. The double kick shoves Farah back a few steps, clutching a hand to her chest, before she shakes her head and looks at her opponent as he lands from his somersault dismount.
"Haha... maybe I should pay more attention to your movements than your name!" the Egyptian says good-naturedly, shaking out her hands. She's having fun, though... there's a certain charm to Fuerte's acrobatic moves. A flashiness, if you will. The crowd, at least, seems to be enjoying it. ~ Maybe I've been too... standard, ~ she thinks to herself. Her hands come up, and despite there not being much in the way of wind, the tails of Farah's ribbon streak out behind her as if blown about by one. ~ I'll just have to bring it up to his level... ~
Soul Power starts to flow into the ribbon, the blue fabric glittering with the starry-night color of Farah's power, until it coalesces into a sparkling mass of cobalt blue around her hand. With a cry of "Sacred... Heart!", she makes a spiralling motion with her right arm, and the glittering cloud-sphere-thing of psychic energy streaks across the distance, looking to impact squarely with Fuerte's chest. You can't get much flashier than that!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte full-parries Farah's Sacred Heart!
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Farah
It is probably best that the question is never asked. El Fuerte explaining the name thing can sometimes take hours depending on who he is talking to about it. Often in the end most people regret it. "Just let me know when and if we should stop." he calls back to her before his focus ends up on the girl this time charging him. That grin never seems to leave his face, but his eyes do seem to narrow as they watch that incoming hand that ignites with energy. It is something he can appreciate because he cannot do it himself, but he also finds getting hit with things like that tend to be quite more painful than any normal strike.
When the fist comes forward he just falls backwards....mostly. He looks like someone ready to play limbo the way his knees bend and he leans back almost straight to avoid the strike. He slaps a hand down on the ground to keep his balanceas he kicks his legs forward now, his body sliding forward and along the ground in an attempt to take Farah off her feet once again. "Calamaaaariiiii Sliiiiiiide!"
COMBATSYS: Farah fails to counter Calamari Slide EX from ElFuerte with Gensekiju EX.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Farah
You have to admire Fuerte's defense on that one, and Farah does, noting how the duck under her shot of Soul Power turns so quickly into yet another assault. Perhaps she shouldn't admire it QUITE so much, because she has very little time to react. Thankfully, the charge of Soul Power hasn't left her ribbon, and Farah quickly decides on a course of action. Gripping the tails of the ribbon in her other hand, she prepares to duck low, looking to catch Fuerte's sliding kick on the suddenly rigid cloth and then flip him ov--
Sadly, she doesn't get low enough to block the attack before Fuerte has her basically on her back, the sliding kick knocking her legs out from under her. Three pretty strong hits in quick succession just now... it takes her a second or two to get back on her feet, her head swimming. But the only thing she remembers, as the moment or two previous seem to blur together in her recollection, is Fuerte offering to stop if things get too bad, so it's no surprise that once she's back in her fighting stance and on her feet, she shakes her head vehemently at the battling gourmet, trying her best to smile.
~ I can't stop just because he's winning. And there's a lot I can learn from a fighter like him... ~
The fact that the crowd is cheering makes this worth it, even if she's losing.
"Don't stop on my account. Falling far only means I have that much higher to rise later on!" she says to Fuerte, her smile genuine. ~ Yeah... I know it's not the same. That girl, Juri... I wanted to hurt her. Really hurt her. That's not what fighting should be about. This is the real thing... I'm sure of it. ~
The slide carries El Fuerte forward and he twists about on the knee dragging the ground and uses it to spin about to come to a stop on both knees and taking a moment to take a breath before popping back onto his feet. His smile has only gone away somewhat while allowing the woman time to get to her feet again. "Well I would not be one to deny you this fight, then. A true fighter knows their limits and look for ways to exceed them. If not then their dreams cannot be realize." he comments. He then straightens fully and points a finger into the air. "My passion may be split, but I strive to be the best as both a luchador and a cook!" Too bad it seems all his effort ends up paying off on the former instead of the latter.
He then lowers the arm and he points towards Farah before turning the point into a thumbs up. "I like you, chica. It seems fate has decided to smile on us both of us today for such a meeting!" He then falls back down into his fighting stance and he pushes off his feet to fling himself forward again. If she doesn't want him to stop then he will keep going. She is giving all she has so he will do the same. He jumps forward and goes into a forward a roll that carries him in close to Farah before he leaps out of it and up in the air. "Tostaaaadaaaaaa...." he cries out as he flips about and comes down straight down to just put all his weight on top of Farah if he hits his mark. "Preeeeesssss!"
COMBATSYS: Farah blocks ElFuerte's Tostada Press.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Farah
Perhaps it is being at the low point of her game that really ramps up Farah's fighting skill, or maybe it's just a desire to match the level of intensity that Fuerte is showing her. Either way, she at last is able to defend herself against one of the luchadore's fast-moving, hard-hitting attacks. "I feel the same way!" Farah says excitedly, when Fuerte speaks of exceeding limits. That's the whole reason she got into this gig, in fact, and that statement emboldens her. If she doesn't fight back, and doesn't get Fuerte to give his all, then she's not holding up her end of the bargain.
As the Hurricane of the Gulf looks to simply smash Farah into the ground, she crosses her arms in front of her and raises them skywards, slightly. What happens is that she sort of 'catches' Fuerte's flying body attack on her arms. This isn't to say she walks away unscathed; having even a light individual slam into you from a given height at speed is going to sting. But it gives her a chance to... shove forward so that Fuerte doesn't bear her into the ground, and that's the important thing, overall. There's a moment where Farah steps back, looking a little winded, but soon she's back in stance and observing Fuerte.
"If there's such a thing as fate, then I'm sure it's smiling on us today," she says to him, bringing her beribboned right hand up near her face, the palm facing inward. ~ He's so fast... this might be my only chance to really challenge him and see if he can avoid it all! ~ Again, that Soul Power flows into the ribbon, like the glow of a starry night, the tails of the cloth fluttering out as if windblown. "Let's see if the speed of a hurricane can keep up with this dance!"
Moving with surprising grace, Farah begins to make a series of complicated twirls and spins in place. She doesn't take any steps forward, but her arms spin in dancing motions, the sparkling blue ribbon trailing behind her right arm as she does so. Each time the ribbon's arc moves in front of her, a bolt of cobalt blue Soul Power spirals out from it, heading toward El Fuerte quite a bit quicker than the shot she made before. Once, twice... five times she performs this particular move, a pentad of projectiles looking to put five times the hurting on the Hurricane if he can't get out of the way!
COMBATSYS: Farah successfully hits ElFuerte with Heart and Soul.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Farah
There is actually a mild look of surprise on the luchador's face when those hands are pushed forward and Farah manages to stay upright instead of being slammed to the ground. Then again perhaps he should let himself get too caught off guard. He is sure the girl has had talent, but she might just be needing time to adjust to a style such as his. He starts to quickly backpedal and he seems to stay focused on the energy being gathered. His body goes tense and he leaps upwards, preparing to twist about and avoid the energy being thrown his way. The problem is the first one clips him and throws him off his game. It seems that he can be caught off guard as he takes every hit and he ends up down on one knee and shaking the cobwebs from his brain.
"Excellent! I knew you could do it." he says and he gets up to his feet and rubbing at his chin with the back of a hand. He seems to not let himself get too phased by the attack, though. he is quick to go on the offensive once again as he speeds in closer and he reaches out with his hands towards Farah's shoulders. He tries to push down on them to heft himself upwards to where he is doing a handstand up on the shoulders for a momentbefore he lets go and an arm reaches to encircle Farah's neck and drive her downwards to the ground head first.
COMBATSYS: Farah counters Medium Throw from ElFuerte with Gensekiju.
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ElFuerte 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Farah
While she's happy that she finally managed to strike home with an attack, Farah also knows that El Fuerte's indomitable spirit will not be dampened by a mere one attack. ~ After all, mine wasn't, ~ she considers to herself. Thus she has to be prepared for whatever followup the Gulf Hurricane has in mind. She brings one arm behind her -- the one with the ribbon -- and keeps it behind her back, bringing her other arm up into a fighting stance and even making a slight beckoning motion with it... the sort of pose one often sees Chinese fencers make, with the blade held behind the body. "I didn't have a choice," she says to Fuerte with a smile. "You've shown me a lot of great moves so I had to respond the same way."
And then she utters the line of ultimate prophecy, which may or may not portend future doom: "I imagine your cooking is just as intense! I'd love to try a dish sometime."
You fool.
But the luchadore is rushing her again, going on the offensive, but this time Farah is more prepared. As Fuerte gets close, looking to clamp down his hands on her shoulders, the Egyptian suddenly whips her right arm out from behind her, pulling the ribbon tied to it taut, a charge of blue Soul Power still running through it. Fuerte's hands land on the cloth instead, and while it retains a... rather pleasant texture to feel, it's not like grabbing cloth at all. In a way it's more like gripping steel. "This time, I got you!" she says with a smile. Flicking her wrist, she breaks the two fighters apart, and the ribbon wraps around Fuerte's arm, delivering a burst of that tingly psychic energy... but Farah then twists her hips and, using the ribbon's grip a bit like a whip lash, spins and hurls Fuerte into the distance as well.
He might be still a bit rattled after that last attack, but then again it might be he heard something that he often does not hear coming from someone. She wants to try his cooking!? It doesn't even really register that his attack is going into the realm of BAD END for him due to it. Of course that changes when his grip feels odd and Farah's declaration snaps him back to the task at hand. It is all a bit too late for him to get away this time and he finds himself being flung away from his opponent and almost into the crowd that has gathered around to watch the pair.
"So you did. I will be sure to prepare you an special dish in the near future!" he tells her then that smile returns as he takes a deep breath. "But now is not the time for food. Instead it is time for El Fuerte to unleash one of his ultimate attacks." He closes his eyes only momentarily before his stance shifts and he holds his arms out while an open palmed hand is outstretched in the direction of Farah. "El........." he begins and he zips forward again, his body moving into motion as he begins to flip right towards Farah quickly. "Fuuuuueeeeeerrrrrte..."
With the way he is flipping he is twirling about to where a foot is aimed to pop Farah one right on the top of the head. If he manages that he flips a few more times, kicks hitting Farah a few more times before he leaps into the sky again. "DYYYYYNAAAAAMIIIIITE!" he yells as he once again spirals downwards to land on Farah at full force.
COMBATSYS: Farah blocks ElFuerte's El Fuerte Dynamite.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Farah
She can sense it, even before Fuerte says he's about to bust out something big... a building up of his fighting spirit, a surge in his aura. It might be that this momentary burst of insight is the only thing that keeps her from being... well, exploded by El Fuerte's... Dynamite. Look, they can't all be good puns, alright? "Looking forward to it!" Farah says, with her typical earnestness. Maybe, days from now, she's going to look back on... no, that's probably not true. In her own stupid way the Egyptian girl will probably go on and on about Fuerte's unique use of flavors and how his type of fusion cuisine is set to take the world by storm, just as soon as he can make his cooking available to people! She's sure of it!
It's just the type of person she is.
Farah tenses up when El Fuerte comes her way, coming toward her in a dead run, but the Mexican fighter can really, really hustle even in his normal moves. With one of his deadlier techniques, his speed really shines. The dusky-skinned fighter knows she doesn't have even a remote chance of avoiding it, nor of catching his attack in time to stop it. The best she can do is weather the storm and hope for the best, but even that... that's looking pretty grim too...
~ No! I can't let myself give in to doubt. ~
She's still making up her mind as the first flipping attack slams into her, but just as her statement to Fuerte brought him out of his preoccupation, so does the pain and impact of his attack do the same for her. One violet eye squints shut in concentration, as Farah does her best not to be carried away or blacked out by the series of flips... it works to her advantage in the end. Rather than be flattened by Fuerte's final body slam, the Egyptian suddenly dives to the side, rolling to a stop a bit away from her opponent, stopping in a crouch and taking deep, deep breaths for a moment before she stands back up, turning to face Fuerte.
"You really know how to move," she says to her opponent with a smile. "I got lucky, there, and that's the truth. But if it means I can keep on fighting and testing myself against your speed, then it's good luck, I think." She doesn't waste time, at that point; rushing right in, she spins and looks to plant an open-palmed strike right into Fuerte's stomach, hopefully knocking him back from her and giving the Egyptian a little breathing space to figure out just what the hell she's going to do *now*...
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Strong Punch from Farah with Tepache Bomb.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Farah
It felt like a great success. Usually those kicks are enough to keep most people he has ever fought staggered. In this case he is surprised again by the woman's tenacity in this fight. He manages to get his arms extended out when he realizes he missing his mark and he catches himself in a pushup like position, though his legs are still in the air so his arms are supporting his whole weight as he pushes off of them to leap back a bit and land on his feet. "I appreciate the compliment! You adapt well too to be able to what you just did!" He really seems to have gotten into this fight from the looks of it.
He also seems almost caught off guard again when that punch comes his way. Then it might be just that Farah is used to him zipping about. Instead she finds the luchador reaching forward even as he takes the hit to grap her by the arm and then lean in forward to drive his shoulder into her stomach to knock her off balance. He is then quick to release and slip his arms around Farah's waist to lift her upwards with the woman hanging upside down before leaping forward and releasing to drop her on her upper back. "Tepache Bomb!"
In her heart, Farah knew she was working on borrowed time; Fuerte's been landing strikes consistently, and though she's proud of her rally, the Egyptian understands that it was only her desire to give as good as she got that was keeping her on her feet. When he suddenly gets a grip on her punching hand, she glances at his wrist for a moment, and has a second to give a sort of rueful smile before the Hurricane of the Gulf at last delivers the final blow that will take Farah out of the fight. Up and over she goes, slamming down on to the pavement on her back and staring up at the sky for a little bit. That was a pretty good shot indeed. Part of her just wants to stay on the ground... there's no shame in the fight being over at this point.
~ No. I have to... ~
Something makes her get back to her feet, wobbly though the motion is. She grimaces a bit as muscles pushed past their endurance point complain, but it's her will keeping her on her feet now. "I'm glad I fought you, El Fuerte... I'm going to remember this fight so next time we can push each other... a little harder." And that's god's honest truth. If the goal of fighting is to see how far you can make yourself go, well... then this was a success and a half as far as Farah's concerned.
A quick glance into the crowd sees the donation container being passed around at speed, between bursts of applause. ~ Icing on the cake. ~
"One more... as a token of my respect," Farah says, before launching herself at Fuerte. Fatigue is slowing her down, particularly, but still, once she gets close, she starts into a series of hand strikes, all open-palmed blows, each at the end of a circular motion of her arms that makes the strikes flow from one into the next, with very short gaps. She makes a total of seven strikes, like a kung fu expert moving through a particularly complex kata, before she takes a back, then another, and then clutches her stomach, sitting down on the ground. "That's my limit, I think."
COMBATSYS: Farah can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Farah successfully hits ElFuerte with Tempest Flow.
Glancing Blow
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|
Truth be told the luchador wasn't expecting to be pushed so far from the start. But here he is feeling himself a bit out of breath now after dealing some rather impressive moves from the other fighter. Not to mention as speedy as he has been he has slowed visibly over time. He is sore, but nothing a bit of ice won't cure later on. He got a good workout and met yet another interesting person in this town. If anything he can write off today as one of the better ones he has had since arriving.
The fact he is starting to slow is shown by the fact that once again even with Farah seeming on her last legs, El Fuerte finds himself hit by the first of those blows. He does finally manage to twist and avoid the last of the strikes after about the fourth blow hits him and he twirls about to get ready to catch Farah if she looks as if she is going to collapse. Instead she slumps down and remains concious which brings a smile to his face. His legs bow a bit when he folds his arms under his chest. He gives a bit of a laugh and dances a bit in a circle before straightening back up and throwing his hands in the air. "Everyone give a hand to both of us! Be sure to help with the charity being passed around. If not for that container you would not have been entertained."
He then crouches down next to Farah while still catching his breath. "I cannot cook for you today, but I promise if you hang around town long enough we will cross paths again and I shall make something wonderful!" He pops back to his feet after patting Farah on the shoulder and he looks around. "Now where did I put my stuff...." he asks himself as starts to try to sift through the crowd to go back and get his shirt and jacket.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:52:15 05/29/2010 by Farah, and last modified on 00:26:15 05/30/2010.