Description: Many years ago prince darkness FREI stole one of the TRIFORCE with hallucination. Princess SAKURA had one of the TRIFORCE with punching. She applied it in 8 units so that FREI would wake up. Go find the 8 punchings YOU to help her.
SOME TIME AGO
Sakura's entire family is in the hospital, gathered around her father while machines beep and boop because they're plugged into him. Sakura has her fists balled up against her chest. Her mother and brother both look just as concerned. Her father slowly wakes up.
"Wha... appen..." he murmurs, in Japanese.
"You had a heart attack," Sakura's mom says. "You're going to be okay now."
"Oh... oh, I remember..." Sakura's dad says, starting to sit up then aborting the attempt. "I... I thought I heard Sakura say that she intended to skip college to fight full-time... and then..." He trails off.
"But Dad," Sakura says, face pained. "I /did/ say--"
NOW
Having given her father two heart attacks and eventually agreeing to study Communications online at the University of Phoenix has left Sakura not in the best fighting shape this summer. She's distracted, ambivalent, and there's no Ryu around to cheer her up. No Ken, either. Not even a Sean. Or a Ryo, who would be her absolute last-ditch choice.
So somewhere below 'absolute last-ditch' is the Hibiki dojo, because no one ever bothers to check that her membership card there expired two years ago. She's slowly starting to get back on the horse, as far as fighting goes -- but it's still a long road for her to travel.
Right now, though, she's traveling a sidewalk. The sidewalk in front of the Hibiki dojo. She's got her bag on her shoulder and she's dressed in a thoroughly civilian Alternate Costume. She doesn't look too pepped-up.
"H-Hey--!" That not being pepped up deepens when she realizes that her bike got stolen while she was in there.
The problem is that Sakura is surrounded by so many people who've made a successful career out of street fighting! Sure, one's a hobo with no shoes who makes Chang Kwai Kane look like a homesteader and the other's a hedonistic narcissist with a trophy wife destined to train a Brazilian no-hoper who makes Dan Hibiki look like Sagat^H^H^H^H^HVega but these are Respectable Individuals who dutifully fill out their taxes every year and do their duty to God and country more or less kind of alright not really. Why would she not think that this is a perfectly valid way to spend her life? Why wouldn't her parents embrace it instead of wondering if she really is more than friends with that Karin girl who kind of seems like a sugar daddy?
That's neither here nor there.
One of those professional fighter friends -- or at least 'acquaintances' -- is Frei, who is back in Southtown briefly. His past couple days involved being assaulted by Shermie and Angel's breasts followed by a full color cover of a local free weekly showing him sitting face up on the YFCC floor with Angel basically straddling his head.
Right NOW what he wants to do is head into Chinatown and pick up some fresh-made tofu. But Mrs. Sakaguchi (74), sitting on her stoop as Frei walks down THIS VERY DESTINED STREET has other ideas in mind. Namely, she was thoroughly scandalized by Angel boob-teabagging Frei in living newsprint color and so when the redhead walks by, she suddenly leaps off the stop, flailing her cane at him like a Singaporean beat cop on a serious bender, screaming at the top of her ailing lungs in a cracking, clearly-was-a-smoker-for-50-years voice, "THAT IS A CHILDRENS CENTER HOW DARE YOU MASHER PERVERT PERRRVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!"
The cane catches a totally unawares Frei a blow upside the head and, in one go, lays him out on the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Sakura says, running over to where the old lady just caned Frei in the head and dropped him. "If he's a pervert, you should leave him to the proper authorities--"
Sakura's voice grows louder, fiercer: "--of /kicking his perv ass!/"
Suddenly, in the space of an instant, Sakura has a /cause/ again, a reason to be heroic -- a meaning for her fight! Even if it's just to clean up the scummy streets of Southtown for five minutes, it's got her more energized than she's been in months.
"Come on, pervo, on your feet!" Sakura grabs Frei by his collar and yanks him up. "What, were vending-machine panties and subway cars not eno--"
Pause.
"FREI?!"
True story: Frei can take a lot of punishment as a fighter, pretty much. He's just that kind of guy. But he's also not really... beefy, just very stubborn. And Sakura isn't exactly Makoto McManhands but she's got the freakish superstrength of all Japanese schoolgirls, and thus when she yanks Frei up by the collar, we're not talking 'heaves him to his feet' but perhaps more accurately 'snatches into the air and waves around like a baseball pennant' or 'washerwoman drying a towel.' When she's done venting the wrath of the justice on a total stranger, and seems to realize who it is, Frei himself is dangling from her grip limply, feet dragging on the ground, eyes a nice swirly @_@ shape.
"Hello, Sakura," he says dazedly, head lolling. There's a pause, and then he adds, "We require more vespene gas."
Sakura has to think for a moment as she stares into Frei's swirly, vacant eyes. Vespene gas?! What the hell is he talking about? What's a vespene gas? And why is /Frei/ being a pervert? A pervert who blabbers about some kind of--
Sakura's eyes widen as she realizes the terrible truth. "FREI!" she roars, as much as a Japanese schoolgirl can roar. It's more like a ringtone than anything else. "YOU GOT MIXED UP IN /DRUGS/?!"
Sakura drops Frei and raises her fists. "As much as I hate to do this, buddy," she says, with genuine conflict written on her face, "the only way to get that poison out of your system -- is to beat it out!"
She apparently believes this to be true.
COMBATSYS: Sakura has started a fight here.
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Sakura 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sakura
What is going on.
Frei stumbles backwards from Sakura, trying his hardest to focus on his (former?) friend. The last time he talked to Sakura, it was as he was about to head off to face whatever massive crisis the sword-sage was last embroiled in. Perhaps it involved ninjas, or his rampaging psychotic brother. Maybe it was just Alma showing tanlines. Whatever the reason, it was amicable! They probably swapped stories and jokes. Perhaps they discussed the latest in the Japanese financial markets. Oh, and there was that one time they rode a yellow schoolbus flying through the sky, chasing a unicorn to a song by Erasure while zerglings leapt from the sea, frolicking in their--
Wait that's not how this goes at all.
In a decidedly Iori-like gesture, Frei hunches forward a bit, bringing a hand up to his face and covering it with his palm, red bangs hanging over his fingers and his green-eyed stare fixated on Sakura in the space between said fingers. This is Sakura, right? Not that guy from Starcraft 2 last night? Or did he stay up all night play... okay wait no last night was that champagne thing at...
What's going on.
"Um," is all he says. He is basically standing there waiting to get hit, because in his head, Sakura has rainbow wings and is dancing around, waiting to be collected.
This isn't like Frei at all! Just -- standing there! Looking stupid! He must be totally HIGH AS HELL! "You must be totally HIGH AS HELL!" Sakura gapes.
Somehow, this makes the schoolgirl-hulkling even madder, and the madder Sakura gets, the more freakishly man-strong she gets. And right now she is probably at least as strong as Magic Johnson, back before, you know.
"Don't worry, Frei -- I'LL HELP YOU!" Sakura says this just before punching Frei in the face -- or trying to, anyway. "KIII-YAH!"
COMBATSYS: Sakura successfully hits Frei with Medium Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Sakura
It's possible that everyone present was waiting for Frei, drunken master-style, to process that he's about to get punched by someone, suddenly weave, then cackle and leap onto a nearby lamppost, nimbly evading the blow and crowing that Sakura is one hundred years too early to beat a fighter such as him. Perhaps, in a magical fantasy realm, this was entirely possible. Sadly, THIS is the realm of actual physics and when a dazed, severely stunned Frei turns and finally realizes that Sakura is leaping at him fist-first, he has about enough time to turn and go "No wa--" and then she decks him right in the face, sending him down on his ass AGAIN.
The old woman who called him a masher raises her cane in Final Fantasy-pose victory, pumpking it up and down and cackling like a haunted house witch.
Stumbling to his feet, Frei tries to focus on the figure standing in front of him. "Hey," he says sharply, twisting and swinging a right cross at Sakura, his natural instinctive chi control causing it to burst into flame mid-swing. "What are you doing. :|"
He actually says 'colon line' by the way.
COMBATSYS: Sakura dodges Frei's Fierce Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Sakura
"Col-- what?!" Sakura scrambles out of the way of the punch, moving as swiftly as a sober young fighter can. She frowns, deeply, and lets herself be distracted by the cackling old lady for a moment. That poor woman, Sakura thinks. She's obviously suffering from dementia, and she's got to contend with a neighborhood full of pervert junkies.
But no, Sakura thinks. She has to be strong. She has to remember that
"THIS PERVERT JUNKIE IS MY /FRIEND/!" Sakura screams, and then suddenly realizes that her inside voice migrated outside accidentally. She has to stop for a second, then she raises her fists again, resolve redoubled. "Well, it's TRUE! You are my friend, Frei! And one day -- you'll forgive me for this!"
Sakura hops into the air with a grave expression -- and then twists her hips, like it was cool new dance move of extraordinary violence, like daggering. Except instead of daggering, she's trying to spin-kick Frei in the teeth, because presumably he is keeping his stash of drugs in a false tooth or two.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Sakura's Shunpuu Kyaku.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Sakura
Okay. So Frei's not quite 100% awake yet, and let's face it, he appears to have spent yesterday in some sort of bacchanal that involved 1.) alcohol and 2.) retro video games, which would explain the random Starcraft comments but not the Robot Unicorn Ones. Either way, he gets up and turns to the old woman as Sakura starts yelling at her. "IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING."
Then he turns around and someone is trying to spinkick him. On a city street. His vision wanders off to the corner and he sees various things being left out for trash collection. A few gallon drums. Some cardboard boxes. A perfectly cut emerald gem (5000 points!). This seems hauntingly familiar to him for some reason, which is probably why he remembers to throw up his arm at the last minute, Sakura's repeated cyclonic kicking action(tm) slamming into his guard rather than his now kinda abused face.
Okay so she's hepped up on the goofballs, Frei thinks to himself. She might also have kidnapped the president.
This is why he hefts one of the standard-issue metal drums and swings it at Sakura's head in a slow, ridiculous arc, shouting: "STOP HITTING ME FOR FIVE SECONDS."
If it connects, delicious meat on a bizarrely large, Flintstones-class bone flies out at a random angle. Just 'cause.
COMBATSYS: Sakura interrupts Large Random Weapon from Frei with Sakura Otoshi.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Sakura
"IF YOU STOP SMOKING DRUGS FOR FIVE SECONDS!" Sakura shouts back. When Frei swings a metal drum at her, Sakura's response is to leap up and punch it with a swift hammer blow. This does a couple things, only some of which are good for her:
1. With a huge 'GRONK' sound effect, it sends the drum crashing down into Frei's head. The punch also dents it heavily.
2. It more or less nearly breaks Sakura's wrist. She /has/ been taking it easy this summer, and so she overshot the force of the punch by a mile. It's like firing a .45 and not expecting any recoil. "OW!"
3. A huge cut of meat, still on a bizarrely large, Flintstones-class bone, soars out of the drum, and smacks Sakura right in the face, sending her toppling to the ground. She has meat juice on her face and now her shirt reeks of pork or something.
"Wh..."
On the flip side, Frei goes down like a ton of bricks; he tumbles over backwards and slams to the ground, then the drum rebounds off his face and rolls off into the distance. Perhaps gratifyingly, it rolls toward the porch on which the cackling old woman has been sitting, slamming into her walker (complete with 'OUTTA MY WAY' fanny pack in black with hot pink lettering) and sending her sprawling into the street. A boy scout, conveniently nearby and working toward Eagle, goes to help her up. Both are summarily picked up bodily by a biker gang that rides by with nothing better to do, riding off with them as hostages.
There's a good chance they end up in a katamari later. Don't pity them.
Stumbling to his feet, Frei hunkers down, hands on knees, and looks up to see Sakura lying before him. Apparently she picked a fight? And now he doesn't have a lot of feeling in his right arm which is kind of numb, maybe there was nerve damage from all those blows to the head? "God," he mutters, "it's like being Tran."
Hiking up his jeans, he stomps forward to look at Sakura, and would feel terrible about what he's going to do if he didn't know how inhumanly tough the girl is. Raising both arms, he attempts to surround her in... well, a giant bubble of water chi, when then collapses in on her in a refreshing shower with a really disadvantageous pounds-per-square-inch value vis-a-vis this being a combat maneuver. "YOU ARE INSANE STOP IT RIGHT NOW."
COMBATSYS: Sakura blocks Frei's Reiki.
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Frei 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Sakura
Sakura does what is natural in a rainstorm.
SOME TIME AGO
"So you just, like... sleep outside?" Sakura asks, seeming extra-grossed out by the idea. "With like... bugs crawling on you, and... ew! What do you do if it rains?!"
Ryu shrugs. "I just turn my back to it." He levels his gaze right at Sakura's, and says, squinting slightly, gravel in his tone:
"Rain don't hurt."
NOW
Sakura flips herself over, letting the watershower strike her back rather than drowning her. The downside of this is that she is now SOAKING WET. "AUGH! YOU'RE THE INSANE ONE! WHO SOLD YOU THE DRUGS, FREI, BECAUSE I'M /TOTALLY PUNCHING THEM NEXT AFTER I'VE PUNCHED YOU BETTER/!" She really does emphasize that entire string of words while shouting. People in the buildings around the scene are shouting down to shut up, they're trying to sleep here.
Sakura is undeterred. "Punching you -- BETTER!" she repeats, as if shouting it again will make it super effective. Her fist comes up -- in a flying uppercut, chi sparking around her like the output of a death ray. It looks kind of cool when she's all wet, the beads of water reflecting the light as they fly off of her. "SHOU'OU KEN!"
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Sakura's Shou'ou Ken.
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Frei 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Sakura
Slow-mo. Sakura rises, like an avenging angel, through the air, glittering, delivering unto the cracked out Cloaks and Daggers of the universe the terrible swift justice of being straight edge. In fact, the camera even zooms in to show Sakura rising in slow-mo, Scott Pilgrim-style, complete with bizarrely deep voiced MTV generation announcer belting: "STRAIGHT EDGE BONUS." William H. Sessions says not to do drugs.
Deciding he's had enough of this whole getting punched in the face, Frei frowns and, slamming his fist forward, *punches her punch*. Because this is how that sort of thing works, there is even a thunderclap-like sound effect and a little flash of light. Maybe it's their auras sparking against each other, or maybe Jerry [eff!]ing Bruckheimer is directing this fight choreography now.
Frei gets pushed back across the ground a little bit from the force of Sakura's MIGHTY THEWS unleashing their fury, but overall he doesn't look TOO much the worse for wear. Instead he is looking at her with a sort of dazed look, trying to process this. In fact, that's not even accurate. Deep in his mind, he's totally given up on this making sense. He just wants people to stop trying to hit him. "I get it," he says brightly, not helping his situation: "I'm hallucinating. So if I defeat you, this will all go away."
Hand crackling with lightning, Frei attempts to make good on this proposal by attempting to grip Sakura by the wrist with that shocking touch, and then basically toss her into the distance where she can't hurt him anymore.
COMBATSYS: Sakura parries Frei's Crushing Throw!
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Frei 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Sakura
Frei swings a cracklin' hand at Sakura -- and she is too foxy to be outfoxed like that. "You're hallucinating?! You're higher than I thought!" Sakura then reaches out, and with all the inner strength of someone seeking to help a friend, /grabs/ the lightning that buzzes around Frei's hand...
...and /rips it off of his hand/. Somehow, she is clutching lightning as if it was solid. This may or may not resemble a hallucination even MORE. "Damn it, Frei, I'm just trying to HELP!"
Without even thinking about what she's doing, Sakura takes the handful of lightning and attempts to smack Frei across the face with it, like she was giving him a glove-slap, or a parent beating their child with a car antenna.
COMBATSYS: Frei interrupts Random Weapon EX from Sakura with Random Weapon EX.
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Frei 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Sakura
She did what now.
That cannot stand.
The stolen lightning (FROM OLYMPUS LET'S GET THAT NOVEL SERIES STARTED) makes a sudden, unnerving arc off of Frei's hand, into Sakura's grip, and back toward his face. But let's be clear: Frei's expression goes from horrified surprise to something APPROACHING prideful, oh-no-she-di'int talkshow fightstarting beatdown mode shock. The thing comes back but, like two Warner Bros. cartoon characters exchanging blows with a glove to indicate an incoming duel, Frei suddenly snags his lightning back and, frankly, spins and swings it into Sakura's head two-handed, Kuwabara-style.
"YOU ARE THE MOST INFURIATING HALLUCINATION I HAVE EVER HAD."
"BARF!" Sakura shouts -- she's knocked backward by the lightning, into a concrete stoop that explodes into concreate rocks, that then catch fire. Sakura, too, is on fire, and she beats it out before the flame can spread up the leg of her jeans. "Ah! Ah!"
Standing up, jeans singed, Sakura counters: "YOU'RE NOT HALLUCINATING ME YOU... YOU /ASS/!" She seems ready to throw a tantrum over that fact.
To prove that she's not a hallucination, Sakura does something totally believable and realistic, like slamming her hands together and thrusting them out into a blast of potent chi fire. "AARRRRGHHH!" she screams, eloquently.
COMBATSYS: Frei slows Large Hadouken from Sakura with Hatsuyuki.
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Frei 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Sakura
Well now the neighborhood is terrified.
The deal is, Sakura has proven time and again that while she's not exactly what one might call a 'scholar' of chi, she knows how to use it, and has that instinctive knack that lets her really pour on the power when she's of the mind. And then you have Frei, who's not exactly a massive dynamo of chi power, but who uses it on an almost instictive level. The problem is that when you have these two people in this sort of scenario where they are basically fighting without any sort of awareness of the real world, the sparks may fly. So lightning and fire and water and all sorts of elemental energies are now exploding on the streets outside the Hibiki dojo like these two are doing some sort of Harry Potter fan-based reenactment or whatever. There are people watching from their windows but most of them are wearing D: faces, especially considering conversational gems like this:
"YOU HAVE TO BE, I'M PERFECTLY SOBER AND THE REAL SAKURA WOULDN'T PUNCH ME FOR NO REASONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MAYBE YOU ARE A *CLONE* THAT HAS TO BE THE ANSWERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
While Frei thrusts out both hands, the air in front of him erupting in a torrent of chi-created frost, which all but devours Sakura's fiery rebuke, leaving only tiny tongues of flame to toast Frei's battered skin.
Sakura has to stop after that. Inside her brain, gears slowly turn, rusty and creaky. No, Sakura thinks. If he insists so strongly that he's sober... but he's ranting about clones and stuff... and he's being accused of being a pervert... and he's hitting her with lightning and stuff...
Sakura makes this face: :O
"Oh my god you've been DOLLED!" she cries out, wailing in despair. "It wasn't DRUGS I need to beat out of your system -- it's /VEGA'S EVIL... DOLL... POWER!/" A power Sakura knows all too well.
SOME TIME AGO
Sakura is a Doll or something, the recollection is hazy but she's got a really bad sunburn that makes it hurt every time she has to jam a finger back there and wriggle her hips and that uniform is never going to be comfortable ever.
NOW
"DON'T WORRY, FREI, I KNOW HOW TO OVERCOME IT! JUST FOCUS ON MY VOICE! AND MY FIST!" Sakura falls back on her standard solution for problems: punching Frei in the face again.
COMBATSYS: Frei interrupts Fierce Punch from Sakura with Intercepting Draw.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1 Sakura
But remember: Frei is a swordsman.
KYOTO, JAPAN: 1984
Raven-haired Isis Tsukitomi, Frei's mother and mistress of the family's sword-drawing, person-slaying, actually sort of mean and nasty killing-focused fighting style, hands her 2 year old son a live blade. Perhaps she is just trying to make him appreciate his potential destiny as heritor of the style. Around them, a bamboo grove showers them with muted green and gold light. Birds chirp. Despite her cold beauty, Isis smiles approvingly. "Yes, my son. Make the blade an extension of you."
Frei Tsukitomi-Renard, age 2, smiles the same cutesy dipwad smile he'll have at 27. He says: "blub!" This is an adorable woodblock scene.
Clearing her throat, Isis shouts: "RELEASE THE BEARS."
NOW:
Sakura's fist crashes into Frei's cheek... which seems to either wake him from OR SEND HIM INTO some terrible nightmare, because in a voice which is far lower and growl-ier than his typical airy tone he shouts "NO KUMAGORO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" and, pivoting his entire body with the force of Sakura's punch, snatches the wooden sword from behind his back and swings it at her full-force like a baseball bat, adding an instinctive shockwave of chi force to help her along moving in the opposite direction.
Frei, for his part, looks away, wiping a tear from his eye with one hand while the other slowly slips the bokken back into his belt loops. "Kumagoro," he says breathlessly, "I'll never forgive them for what they did to you."
Cherry blossoms drift by in the wind.
Sakura is blasted through a second-floor window, crashing through it with the force and grace of a bison raping a dolphin. The dust clears after a second, and Sakura stands up, looking down at Frei and pointing a finger at him. "FREI! THAT'S IT! RESIST! DON'T FORGIVE THEM! LET ME HELP GIVE YOU THAT PUSH ALONG!"
Sakura flexes in some kind of pro wrestling pose she might have learned from Haggar. "MIDARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR--"
Sakura then turns, and runs out of the window, back into the apartment. Doors slam as she opens and shuts them. "--RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR--"
There's the sound of loud scampering down a couple flights of stairs, the shout still unbroken. "--RRRRRRRRRRRRR--"
Finally, Sakura bursts out of the front door of the building, still shouting, eyes wild with benevolent rage. "--RRRRRRRRRRE ZAKURA!" she finishes screaming as soon as she reaches Frei, at which point she tries to Shou'ou Ken him, then Shou'ou Ken him again, then Shou'ou Ken him AGAIN.
She may need more imagination when it comes to these things.
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to interrupt Midare Zakura from Sakura with Shinra Banshou.
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COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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This is going to be epic.
Sakura, somewhere in the distance, is like an approaching freight train, some sort of inevitable engine of destruction. Expendable civilian extras scatter before her Hun-like onslaught with Keystone-like comic efficiency; pies are upset! A woman drying her hair has it styled into a rather fetching updo in the wind of Sakura's passing! Paint on a hallway changes color! THE GROUND IS KIND OF RUMBLING A LITTLE. And Frei -- poor little Frei -- turns toward the building with a look of resolute conviction. "Don't worry, Sakumagoro," he intones with great solemnity. "I won't let mother make clones of you any longer."
She really should not have hit him in the head so many times in so short a period, I AM JUST SAYING.
Gathering all his might to face the oncoming onslaught, the air around Frei explodes with chi-fueled power, a coruscating elemental whirlwind of clashing energies, fire and ice, lightning and wind. The pavement cracks a little bit. Bringing one hand back, he prepares t--
And then Sakura, having started the whole DBZ powerup scenario as a moving montage rather than a slow burn, slams into him at ten bajillion light years an hour, knocking him into the air once, twice, and then a final three times.
All is quite until a deep, resonant voice bellows, on the street: "KAY OH!" as Frei's nearly-unconscious body hits the pavement. (Somewhere, a mother admonishes her son not to play Tekken with the TV up so loud and slams a window shut)
After a few moments of blissful unawareness, Frei suddenly sits up, in a totally jerky, zombie-movie way, and looks around.
"...this is not my apartment," are the first words he can think of to say.
Sakura is sitting next to Frei. The impact took a lot out of her, too. She's winded, and she thinks one of her kneecaps got loosened. She looks over at Frei. "...oh, good," she wheezes. "You're you again. I was scared for a second."
Sakura looks around, slowly. "Let's go get milkshakes or something and catch up," she suggests. "Before the cops come."
Sirens in the distance. "No, seriously, we have to go like NOW."
And that's why Sakura gets up and starts jogging away.
COMBATSYS: Sakura has ended the fight here.
Frei folds his hands in front of him, resting his chin on his clasped fingers, with a very earnest look. "And well, that's the story."
Those in the room listen carefully to this recounting of events. Finally, the silence is broke by a very businesslike voice weighing in:
"Bail's set at $25,000 cash or bond. Next case!"
Log created on 21:04:01 10/13/2010 by Frei, and last modified on 01:44:06 10/14/2010.