Description: In order to raise money for the various clubs within Southtown University, a fundraising fight is planned with the various clubs splitting the proceeds between the various clubs. When Quon feels the unfamiliar power of Soul Power for the first time, Farah finds herself being reminded of how alone she is.
The first thing that Quon realized when he joined the drama club was that in order to put on a show, money is needed. Set design, copies of the scripts, and costumes all cost money. This particular year, the drama club was feeling particularly ambitious and in Southtown the most logical way of fundraising is to set up fighting exhibitions.
Drama wasn't the only club that had this idea, other clubs around the campus joined in, pooling their resources to put on the show in the hopes of all them being able to split the proceeds. Quon being a fighter could be considered one of the Drama club's resources being put forth.
When the exhibition begins, Quon is ushered out into the ring where he waves to crowd and flashes a bright grin. The fight hasn't started and he's already feeding off of the crowd.
As of yet, Farah hasn't had the chance to join many extracurricular activities... surprising, since she seems to run on a bottomless reserve of energy and has her fingers in so many proverbial pies. The honest truth is that she simply can't decide on one just yet. Many of them appeal to her, and so the normally decisive Egyptian hasn't quite figured out what she wants to do yet. Really, at the moment, she is simply taking stock, trying to figure out what she wants to do.
Just yesterday, however, she was sitting on the quad in the summer sun, reading up on principles of journalism -- apparently influenced by her mother's profession -- when she overheard a group of boys talking animatedly around what appeared to be a picnic lunch of sandwiches and bottles of Jolt.
"We could really use that money..."
"Whatever, we don't have a prayer. Can you fight?"
"Hey, I'm really good at SNF 2009!"
"I can't believe you said that. Feh... and it'd fly us all the way to that tournament in Singapore, too."
There was a collective sigh, and the sound of hyper-caffienated soda being shared, shortly before a shaodw fell over the group of young male speakers, belonging to the (comparatively) tall, beautiful, tanned Egyptian who gave them a sweet smile. "I think I have the answer to your problems."
Cue her entry into the ring this afternoon, tying the length of blue ribbon around her right hand that is her trademark, waving to the crowd. ~ Another chance for a good fight... and if I can help those guys doing it, so much the better. ~ She glances at Quon, and blinks a couple times as she does so, not the least reason being that the energetic, jovial fighter has a truly impressive aura. ~ I feel like I'm going to be outshined... ~ Farah says to herself, with a slight smile. ~ I'll just have to try all the harder. ~
By way of greeting, she waves to Quon, then gets into fighting stance, glancing off to her right and seeing the rather too-stereotypically nerdy young men with their thick black glasses watching her with anticipation, thinking their luck is unreal. Turning back to Quon, the Egyptian says, in tones of great solemnity, "My name's Farah Tenjou... nice to meet you. I'm here to represent the Southtown University Mathletes."
Quon for his part doesn't have a sense of aura to tell him anything about the fighter standing across from him. All he has is are his eyes which unfortunately don't tell him much more than the woman should be performer if her grace is any indication.
He can hear and feel his own heart beat faster with every shout of the crowd and the rush becomes stronger and stronger. It takes everything within him to keep his enthusiasm under control.
"Nice to meet, you. I'm Quon Chen. Representative of Southtown U's Drama Club."
After his introduction, Quon clasps palm over fist before performing a bow and then the announcer from Southtown University's TV Station calls for the fight to begin.
Quon takes his stance. A Chongquan stance although if one has seen another practitioner before, they would notice that it's much bouncier than most practitioners.
COMBATSYS: Quon has started a fight here.
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Quon 0/-------/------=|
If she could read his thoughts, Farah might agree with Quon's assertion that she should be a performer of some kind. In truth she's already a bit of a dancer, having taken lessons as a child and using that sense of flowing movement when she decided to learn Baguazhang. More importantly, though, she is on a personal 'hearts and minds campaign' of sorts, to convince people the world over to realize their potential. If fighters like Ken Masters or Athena Asamiya are any indicator, being a performer is helpful in getting people to consider your message. And then there's another Soul Power user... Alma Towazu himself, too.
But in truth it's that Soul Power of Farah's, that resonance of her feelings with the people around her, that really drinks in the vibrance of Quon's presence. ~ Not even El Fuerte had that kind of glow, ~ she thinks to herself, remembering fondly her fight against the Hurricane of the Gulf. The luchador was inspirational, even as he trounced Farah pretty soundly, but there's something unique about Quon.
"Where have I seen that stance before?" she says aloud, watching him bounce. It's sufficiently different so that she doesn't make the immediate connection, but indeed, she's seen a Chongquan stance before, once...
"Drama club... haha, I think it fits you, Mr. Chen. It'll be my pleasure to fight you," the Egyptian says, bowing herself at the waist slightly. "Let's test our limits together."
Then the 'bell' is rung, and she decides to take the initiative. Driving forward, Farah closes the distance and attempts to grip Quon by the arm and hurl him up in the air, straight up. If she can manage that, she turns 180 and snaps her right hand up, wrapping -- of all things -- the surprisingly sturdy tails of the ribbon trailing behind her hand around Quon's leg before pulling him back down to the ground with him like a cracking whip.
COMBATSYS: Farah has joined the fight here.
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Farah 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Quon
COMBATSYS: Quon parries Farah's Tenshou Tousaiju!
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Farah 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Quon
Quon's lips curl into a playful grin, but it isn't isn't on his face for long before he's grabbed and thrown bodily into the air. The playful grin is replace by first a look of surprise and then the look of inspiration as he watches Farah whip the ribbon towards his leg.
A sudden twist of his body pulls the leg away from the ribbon before he curls into a ball at the pinnacle of the toss and then he unfurls shooting down at the Egyptian with one foot extended and if he should make some type of impact bounce away from her and land in that familiar stance.
"So that explains the ribbon."
COMBATSYS: Farah blocks Quon's Eagle Catches Mouse EX.
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Farah 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Quon
Devious... but impressive. Being thrown up in the air actually doesn't do much without the followup, so letting him get throw up before turning the recovery to his advantage is quite an ingenious move on Quon's part. Perhaps fortunately for Farah, she realizes this just in time and snaps her arm back as soon as she feels the ribbon fail to grab hold, the two night-blue tails twirling in unpredictable swirls as that hand and arm come up to block Quon's diving kick. She's forced back a foot or so, giving him time to land a decent distance away, but the Egyptian smiles as she too gets back into stace. "It's more useful than it might seem," she says simply. "And it was... a gift. It's inspirational, too."
~ Fast on his feet but a fast thinker, too, ~ the girl thinks to herself, watching her opponent. A fast thinker... is often much more dangerous than a fast mover alone. She's reminded briefly of fighting El Fuerte, who had a truly dizzying speed, and she shakes out her hand. If she can't outrun him, she'll just have to try and out-think him.
"It's not the only weapon in my arsenal, though," Farah says evenly, deciding to go on the offensive a second time. Now, she tries something a little less flashy, and a lot quicker... she's seen the lower bound of Quon's footwork, but how about the upper? A leg comes up, a quick snap kick to plant her sandaled foot right in the Chinese fighter's stomach and then push off, separating the two again.
COMBATSYS: Farah successfully hits Quon with Light Kick.
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Farah 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Quon
Normally, Shiden would only pay so much attention to an exhibition fight. It is, after all, just a couple of fighters going at it for some reason or another. But... but.
But Farah has fought on the same side as Shiden, though she didn't get his name or he hers, and Quon is... a Person of Interest(tm) to Shiden. Still he doesn't want to make himself obvious; he's just here to watch, and so he's at the back of the crowd, watching with his sharp eyes.
"So I was right," he murmurs, to himself. Admittedly more of his attention is on Quon, a laser-like intensity that Farah might yet feel with that psi power of hers... it isn't a malicious intensity, but it's there, all the same, the suited man's attention different than that of the other spectators.
One of things that Quon will be known for once he has more fame is the fact that in addition to his speed, he has a tendency to take risks to both get the crowd into the fight and in the attempts to receive a big pay off when he lands his own particular blows.
The risk in this case is in the acrobatic leap he attempts to make to avoid the kick. His knees bend and then just when he's about to take off he finds himself curling around the kick falling over it and then landing on his back for just a half second before a kip-up brings him back to his feet.
A laugh comes to his lips for just an instant before he takes another risk. This time hopping in close to snag Farah's wrist. If he should get hold, he'll pull her towards him before grabbing her by the hip and launching her away in sort of the opposite of Farah's own opening move.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Farah with Fool Goes Flying.
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Farah 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Quon
There's always a danger of distraction. Focus that seems effortless is one of the things experienced fighters learn over time. But the younger generation, well... they need to keep their eyes on the proverbial ball. Farah seems satisfied that she landed a blow on Quon as she retracts her legs, and gets ready to defend herself against inevitable reprisal when something prickles at the back of her mind.
Then she does a very foolish thing: she turns away from the fight for a brief second, scanning the crowd. The feeling is both... familiar, and not. And while she doesn't detect anything particularly malicious, her psychic abilities are also tied to memories... and Farah's memories of the brief time she spent fighting with Shiden are not pleasant. Quite the opposite. Thus being unable to identify the SOURCE of the familiar feeling is even more unsettling than if she knew who it was and why... because it could be Juri, out there, waiting.
That... would be bad indeed.
Only the sound of Quon attacking at VERY close range snaps her out of it, but by then it's too late; his grip on her arm is too secure, and his attack goes through without a hitch, the Egyptian landing on her back across the impromptu ring set up at Taiyo Dome. Groaning, she gets to her feet, stealing one last glance at the crowd.
~ What WAS that just now? ~
Turning back to Quon, she shakes her head. "Sorry... I guess I let myself get a little distracted. Not quite fair to you... I'll do better." The weird thing about that is she seems to not only be apologizing for *getting hit*, she seems entirely sincere about it.
She decides not to attack, but instead to re-evaluate the situation for a moment, trying to clear her head... and get that nagging sense of familiarity fought down.
COMBATSYS: Farah focuses on her next action.
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Farah 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Quon
Quon raises an eyebrow at the other fighter as she looks out at the crowd for one last time as well as the apology. There are a few moments where he's at a loss for words before he comes through with his own response in soft tones only heard between them and none of the audience being privy to it unless they read lips. "No need to apologize to me. It's the public that we should be giving our best for."
Between those words and the moments he had trouble coming up with something to say, he figures that Farah has had enough time to get herself together and so he moves back in as he performs a pair of quick punches to the stomach before hopping back.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Farah with Quick Punch.
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Farah 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Quon
"You're probably right there," Farah says amicably, watching Quon advance. This time, she's taking careful stock of his movements... but it just goes to show, being prepared for what's coming doesn't always make the difference either. Case in point: Farah attempts to bring her hands up, perform a series of blocks to turn aside Quon's punches, but in the end he manages to exhibit superior precision for the moment, the pair of punches landing painfully right in her gut, causing the Egyptian to wince and place her hand palm down against her stomach. Yet in spite of herself, she seems to like this individual... as with Fuerte and even Denji before him, Quon is a challenge, a reason to reach deep down and pull out the best she can do.
Taking a deep breath, she straightens. "Still, crowd or no, you deserve no less than my best, right?" Her hand presses against her breastbone, and the ribbon on her hand starts to blow about as if in an invisible wind, glowing with Soul Power infusion the color of a starry night sky.
Bringing her fist back, Farah then appears to not so much dash as slide across the ground toward Quon, propelled by psychic power and her own will, the two tails of the ribbon spining back from her extended fist like a double helix. A move created to emulate an attack by the woman who inspired her so long ago... and gave her the ribbon besides. "Spiral!"
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Farah's Spiral Heart.
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Farah 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Quon
Quon chuckles slightly. "You do make a good point." He hops up and down as he waits for her to come in. She slides forward in a way that he's not quite used to and he doesn't quite know how to handle it and so he brings his arms together to protect his body from the double helix ribbon.
He grits his teeth as the energy bores into his being and drives back almost as far as Farah traveled to close the distance with him. "What was that?"
His body quivers for a moment as he tries to shake off the feeling but then he attacks in earnest, coming in with a side kick to the chin.
COMBATSYS: Farah fails to counter Heavy Kick from Quon with Gensekiju EX.
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Farah 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Quon
"It was..."
How would you describe it to someone else? She could think of a number of ways. It's a connection to other people. It's a way to read those around you. It's an energy that fills up everyone but even a sort of... unrealistically pop culture un-saavy person like Farah realizes that she is basically describing the Force from Star Wars, and does not in any way think that this is a description that would satisfy Quon in any way.
Surprisingly enough, that seems to put an almost sad expression on Farah's face... giving a bittersweet tint to the smile she offers, drawing back from her attack, still-glowing ribbon trailing behind her, "It's... my will, I guess," she says at last. "I'm sure you can do something similar." She doesn't understand chi terribly well, but if Denji and his powers are any indicator, she feels confident that she's not too far off the mark.
She has a surprise in store for him, too; she intends to snap the ribbon in the path of that kick, the fabric made resilient with Soul Power, but sadly despite her best efforts -- and her swiftest movements, her hands darting quite quickly, all things considered -- she can't quite do it, and the blow sends her stumbling backwards, clutching her side, the starry-night glow fading out of the ribbon at her side.
Taking a few deep breaths, she looks up at Quon with a nod. "You know, I'm glad we're having this chance to fight, Quon," she says, before giving a more genuine smile than before. "The Mathletes might not be, but I am."
It's not the type of answer that Quon wanted but it will have to do. His Chongquan stance changes a bit. His footwork isn't quite as light as it previously was but he gives no evidence of fatigue. "I guess that will have to work."
He edges in closer not wanting to feel that energy again. His fingers wiggle as he begins to circle her. He wants the drama and tension to be palpable. And then he makes his move, immediate displaying something like it mostly because for the sake of the performance he must show his own capabilities.
He leads in with a kick to Farah's leg and then follows with a paired palm strike to the abdomen, witha burst of golden flames shooting out of his hands upon impact.
COMBATSYS: Farah dodges Quon's Immovable Mountain.
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Farah 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Quon
Farah has told herself this whole fight, that she must do her utmost to match Quon's level. So far, he's been able to surpass her, but now she seems to have finally managed to catch up a little bit. When Quon finally strikes, like a predator circling his prey, she uses that dancer's grace that he noticed at the beginning of the battle to step quickly backwards from the strike to her legs, before twisting and spinning around him to avoid the follow-up burst of energy, putting the two in an interesting, back-to-back tableau for a moment before she surges forward and turns, the two having switched sides of the ring in the process.
"I know it's not a very satisfying answer," she says, sensing his disappointment in his words as well as his aura. ~ If only, ~ she thinks to herself, ~ he knew how much it disappoints me to give it. ~ As much as she uses that power of hers to connect to others, she meets precious few people who share her gift. Rose, perhaps, and she knows of Alma by extension... but the only one she's met besides the Fortuneteller of Genoa is S.I.N's Juri, someone who shares the same base power but... has taken it in an altogether disturbing direction. Memories of her fight with the psychopath haunt her to this day. "But the truth is, I don't have a better one to give you."
~ For now, anyway. ~
No time to rest for that, though; the crowd seems to be renewed now that the fight has swung a tiny bit on its axis... Quon still has a dominating lead, but Farah is not quite out of the game yet. She surges forward, moving in a flowing way, the liquid Bagua style actually causing some otaku in the crowd to shout "Just like Aang!", which is the truth somewhat. When she closes with Quon, Farah seems to press her hand forward for an open-palmed strike, but at the last second continues on a spin past the striking point and turns around a second time, looking to strike with the same hand but lower, more toward Quon's stomach than his collarbone.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Farah's Combo Attack.
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Farah 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Quon
He hadn't meant to affect the fight so; it's borderline interference, of course, but he suspects that he's distracted Farah at a point or two. So Shiden dials the intensity back, putting that back in its cage, so to speak. He has no dog in this hunt, but having seen Farah's determination first hand, he can speak to its power--and if she hasn't quite turned the fight around yet, she's at least stolen some of the momentum.
But he knows, first hand, the power of Chongquan... even Quon's weaker variant. The name -does- mean Strong Fist, after all, and much like Kyokugenryuu karate, that emphasis on direct application of power is something that makes Chongquan a force to be reckoned with. It'll be interesting to see how she stands up to it...
Quon's slowing down and changing of stance was a return to a more traditional version of Chongquan with more in common with other practitioners. It allowed him to keep a stronger guard than he would normally be allowed in the fight.
Quon meets palm strike with a deflecting palm strike of his own before intercepting the strike with his forearm before stepping forward with his right forearm shooting towards her collarbone. His left palm shoots out as he slips his left leg behind her legs in an attempt to trip her to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Farah with Wind Chases the Clouds.
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Farah 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Quon
She should have been watching his legs, Farah should; instead she was watching his hands because that's where her strike met his, and it proves to be a costly mistake. She yanks her hand back, expecting Quon to follow up with a punch of his own, and instead her eyes flit down and see his foot move. Grimacing, she tries to fight a two-front battle, twisting her leg to allay his trip and moving her hand to block his punch, and as the saying goes, "the hunter who chases two hares gets neither;" down she goes, a final time.
She winces as she gets to her feet, shaking her head, and glances at Quon for a moment thoughtfully. Ever since she felt the... not quite revulsion, but certainly unnerved way he responded to that one attack that she made with Soul Power, the Egyptian had been unconsciously avoiding using it. When she realizes this, the knowledge of it sits like a cold lump in her stomach, and she literally grimaces, though this may be read by the crowd as a reaction to the quite real blows Quon has landed on her.
~ I hate this choice, ~ she says to herself, quietly. ~ Between not wanting to make him feel that again, and hiding a part of me... ~
"I've done you another disservice, Quon, but I don't think you're going to like my recompense," the Egyptian says cryptically, holding up her hand. The ribbon again begins to glow, the starry-night color of her psychic energy considerably more intense this time. And then, well...
She starts to dance.
The movements have the sort of nubile, twisting grace one might expect from Arabic dancing, but in fact the flowing movements are as much Bagua as belly dancing... though perhaps, being a person of two worlds as she is, Farah has incorporated a little of both. With each pass of her arm, the ribbon trailing behind it, midnight blue Soul Power lashes out in curving bursts, each aimed to slam into Quon, one after another. One, two... all the way to five such passes before she is finished, in a sort of bow, arms extended wide.
COMBATSYS: Farah successfully hits Quon with Heart and Soul.
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Farah 0/-------/----===|=======\=======\1 Quon
Farah has no idea how right she is.
The intense lashes of Soul Power bore into his being. He feels the pain his body and even in his soul. The pain comes close to overwhelming him and at the end of the lashings Quon finds himself flying away from her.
His breathing is labored. He can feel the burning in his mind and in his body as he slowly struggles to his feet. It was truly an unpleasant sensation for the Chongquan fighter but in the face of it all he puts on a smile. It's for the public.
His movements are no longer light but there is still evidence of some speed left in him.
He then shows that speed as he dashes towards Farah quickly eating the space between them before lashing out with a rapid fire series of kicks before quickly switching feet to deliver another rapid fire series of kicks before finishing with a forceful punch right to the Egyptian's chest.
COMBATSYS: Farah counters Wild Dragon from Quon with Gensekiju.
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Farah 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Quon
The battle that is waged in this terrible moment happens on the physical plane, but really, it's happening in a more spiritual realm as well.
The curse of Soul Power is that it connects people. Many -- Farah included -- have turned that into a strength, but it's a bit like the age-old conundrum of 'if I could hear thoughts': you inevitably hear the bad with the good. While she exults, and it truly is an exultation, in the power that is part of her, she also feels quite strongly Quon's powerful aversion to it, his need to smile for the proverbial cameras... and probably for Farah's benefit as well. Deep inside, that feeling overwhelms her.
She cannot separate her power from herself. For Farah, especially because Rose told her so in her eyes, it is as much a part of her as her body, her mind, her very thoughts. When she called it an expression of her will, she meant it... and for Quon to emotionally reject it so thoroughly is jarring to her. To reject that power is to reject her, and while Farah understands that 'liking' something that causes you pain isn't rational, it's different than when she felt the sting of Denji's powerful chi techniques.
Such is the curse: you are different.
But somehow that pain and frustration galvanizes her, drives her to act, even seeps into her mind a bit. Stripped of her barriers, left to instinct, she reacts to Quon's incoming barrage of kicks -- an attack that, should she fail to deal with it, would almost certainly lay her flat on her back, ending the bout immediately -- by repeating her previous attempt, whipping the tails of her ribbon right into Quon's attack path, wrapping it around his ankle.
One final time, that midnight blue Soul Power courses through the Chinese fighter's body before Farah twists her entire body, whipping the ribbon off his ankle and effectively slingshot-ing Quon across the ring.
However, she doesn't seem to be all too thrilled about that, afterward; she pitches forward, putting a hand to her stomach, looking like she might be sick.
Quon is fast. The problem is Farah is just a fraction of a second faster than he is. His foot is captured by the ribbon and more of that Soul Power ends up getting pumped into him. He grits his teeth. He struggles to get his foot free but fails to do so. Emotionally, he's overtaken by not only the pain but by the desperation created by the pain caused by it.
When he's flung away and freed from the pain, a touch of desperation still remains. It's hard to say whether it's the desperation, or his tendency to take big risks in the hopes of big payoffs that colors his next action. "Time to bet it all on this last shot."
He knows that the stakes are high. Should he falter, it's over. At the risk of pushing himself and his body too hard to quickly, he moves in before suddenly moves in with an upward punch that attempts to send Farah into the air. He soon follows it with a flip forward bringing down a gold flame engulfed heel down upon her before flipping up into the air and landing in a chi enhanced stomp before flipping up into the air again, this time with a twist as he lands on the ground gasping desperately for air in an all or nothing gamble.
COMBATSYS: Farah blocks Quon's Dropping the Bridge.
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Farah 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Quon
If there is one good thing that comes out of it, she can feel the resolve growing in Quon's heart, the desire to push himself to work harder, be stronger, fight better. To Farah, it's the reason she fights in the first place: to push herself, and to encourage others to push themselves. To know that Quon's doing that -- even after what she's done to him, a sour note that she feels like acid rising in her throat -- is enough to bring her out of her sudden downward spiral... and thankfully just in time to defend herself, too. The punch sends her into the air... there's nothing she can do about that. But twisting as she lands, she twists just enough so that the chi-empowered kick slams into her arms heavily, rather than knocking her flat to the ground.
Again, she feels something in that... much like she did with Denji. The sun-gold chi washes over her, burning as painfully as her Soul Power did to Quon. It's a power she doesn't understand, can't wield... mirroring, for a moment, the Chinese fighter's experience. That alone is almost worse than the kick, and it threatens to send her under, but Farah rallies, grimacing, forcing herself to keep standing, but her breath is coming as raggedly as his is. The crowd, for what it's worth, has gotten the show they paid for and thensome.
"For what it's worth," Farah says breathily, trying to match her violet-eyed gaze with Quon's, "I'm sorry." She doesn't explain that; she just lets it go, taking another breath and then standing tall. "Let's give them a worthy finish... okay?"
Then she's rushing forward, hands at the ready. She moves in and flows forth with her hands held flat, striking them into Quon's sides... first her left, then her right, before she spreads her arms wide, looking to knock him away. It's a copy of a copy of a Rekka Ken, with a Bagua spin, but hopefully it will carry enough weight to win the day.
COMBATSYS: Farah successfully hits Quon with Summer Storm.
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Farah 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Quon
Quon doesn't have the capability to gasp for more air, respond to Farah's apology, defend the attack at the same time. This was something Quon already knew. What Quon didn't know was that he couldn't handle two out of those three very well either. The attempt to defend and gasp for more air at the same time completely fails.
He is batted about by the attacks before he's knocked off his feet by the spin. His body and lungs burn from the exhertion within the fight while mind and soul still have a lingering burning sensation from Farah's previous attacks.
In spite of all that pain and fatigue he's feeling, he still finds the strength within him to struggle to his feet one last time before taking to the air in what would be somewhat familiar to Farah. He shoots in with one foot extended. If it should connect, Quon will repeatedly stomp on her. Normally he would push her away with the final kick but he's too tired. The best he can manage is sliding down her torso with his foot before he falls flat on his back.
COMBATSYS: Quon can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Farah dodges Quon's Breaking the Shell.
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Farah 0/-------/------=|
In desperation, Farah's mental faculties kick into total overdrive; she sees Quon leap up even as she is left the one gasping for breath... in truth, she really didn't even have enough to make the attack she did. But she also knows that Quon has put everything he has into one final shot, and from the looks of said shot, if she doesn't do something fast, she's going to be out... and probably out *hard*, given the rest of the fight's progress.
She glances up, weighs her chances, and if this were a Gundam show, there'd be a brief line of light with accompanying chime sound in the close-up shot of her face.
She doesn't do anything fancy: she dives FORWARD so that his kick will go over her, and her landing is not a three-point gynmastic tumble either, but a stumble into a crouch, down on one knee, her hand pressed to the ground the only reason that she's not on her face instead. She turns to see Quon hit the ground behind her, and then slumps back onto her backside, pressing her hands into the ground and breathing heavily. A very close shave indeed.
She can't help but look at Quon intently, though, even as the mathletes come up and crowd around her, one even ducking down to hug her (which he will blog about for years to come, having touched a girl for the first time). She pays them no mind, though; instead she is focused on the bright soul on the other side of the arena who, she hopes, she will meet a second time.
"Still..." she murmurs, glancing out at the crowd. "What was that familiar feeling...?"
COMBATSYS: Farah has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:43:44 07/05/2010 by Quon, and last modified on 00:31:46 07/08/2010.