Description: Gen's kung-fu school teaches a group at the YFCC, but the real show comes when Sagat tries to take Gen's challenge and hit him solidly. See also: Quon learns a harsh lesson, and Takuma pops in for an encore spar. No elderly assassins were harmed (much) in the making of this scene.
Not too long ago, a certain organization began setting up shop, or more like listening posts one might say, in Southtown. A restaurant, the Genhanten. A kung-fu school centered at an estate north of the city proper. And of course, Gen himself, seeking out all the old contacts he hadn't spoken with in a dog's age. Today was one of the more public events, for those paying attention. An open house of sorts at the local fighter's community center. Most of the instruction and demonstrations did not involve Gen, though there was a very profitable 'land a blow on the kung-fu master, win a week's worth of food' promotional challenge.
Just now, most of the participants have cleared out as the hour grows later. Some workers clean up, most working their way quickly out of the now much calmer area. Towards the far side of the lobby, the legendary assassin plays at his day job, precisely and quietly correcting the form of one of the instructors, one of his lower-level students. Working out errors observed during the demonstration, no doubt. The deceptively lithe-framed, aged master nonetheless seems to exert much less effort during the efficient demonstration than his protege.
With all the moving about and setting up of a new base Shadaloo for the most part has been rather quiet. Another plus is Sagat has had more time to himself due to Vega not fully trusting the Muay Thai fighter to handle alot of the projects. Still, Sagat is much too valuable to actually get rid of so he remains alive now. For the most part he has been working with some of the younger recruits and the like and helping out more with the information gathering side of things. It is mostly to keep him free of causing too much damage by 'accidentally' messing things up.
While he has been trying to stay out of the public's eye he has been lingering around Southtown as of late. It seems to be worthwhile in the fact it is found out some people that have been problematic to Shadaloo in the past seem to be setting up shop now. So some information was exchanged and soon Sagat finds himself being sent to go send a message with hopes he can make it a proper one. It is more surprising to him that this time Juri wasn't sent instead.
With a large hoodie on and a pair of shorts the barefoot fighter steps into the YFCC after most of the people have left. Those that are left sort of move quickly to give the large fighter a wide berth and most scatter out the door the moment he pulls back the hood. "I heard there was a challenge." He comments as that single eye gazes around the room. "And that I should give it a shot."
Quon on the other hand was here to check out the technique of Gen, as well as check out the YFCC. It would give him an opportunity to see another style of Chinese martial arts. He was looking forward to kill two birds with one stone.
While Quon hadn't actually been participating in the workshop aspect of the lesson preferring to observe and attempt to understand why he does what he does. When the challenge is laid down Quon is about to rise from his seat when he sees a familiar figure.
He glances once. He glances again to make sure his eyes aren't deceiving him and then when he realizes that it is in fact Sagat, he sits right back down with a muttered swear.
The realization that he might've ended up in the middle of something he wants no part of, has become abundantly clear.
With some fighters, their chi is roaring, everywhere, almost audible and tangible to anyone listening. With Gen, he seems much like he appears, a skilled old man, but nothing remarkable. There's no loud noise accompanying his presence. No, Gen's aura, if one wants to couch it in such terms, extends inward, instead. A low, subtle whistle that nonetheless goes on as if forever, building power in depth and echo. An inner universe that is quite content not to share itself with the rest of the world. It's this wind that sounds as eyes go pupiless white, the elder assassin turning to face Sagat. The younger instructor is waved away wordlessly, and Gen advances smoothly, the diminutive Chinese man in his martial arts robes and shoes. He walks right up to Sagat and looks rather sharply up at him, both arms crossed behind his back as the old man half-scoffs lightly, "My, you're a big one, aren't you? But did you come here to buy a chance to win free food, which may well put an old man out of business... or are you here for a different kind of challenge. You Thais are all the same, Muay Thai this, Muay Thai that. Yes, yes, it's very impressive." A hand waves dismissively, as if the old man were just... kind of bored with Sagat. "So which is it? If you want to take a swing, take a number, and make a donation like everybody else." Hmph. And yes, it's likely Gen knows exactly who Sagat is.
The Muay Thai fighter seems to be unphased by Gen's words when the smaller man approaches and begins to speak. Instead he seems intent to listen as he looks downward with his gaze focused fully on Gen. Even to the point Quon might not have been noticed just yet. "If you are looking for someone who boasts you would be talking to the wrong person. You would be looking for the Emporer of Muay Thai." he replies and bows his head for a moment. "I only wish to accept your challenge. If I win I will donate the food to those in need instead of keep to myself. Is that sufficient payment?" he asks.
He may be the bigger man, but he knows all too well that there is more to Gen than the appearance of his both physically and personality wise. Sagat is old enough to know damn well looks can often be decieving and to never underestimate someone no matter what their age. "I do of course come due to certain interested parties, but at the same time I am here because I have some interest in the matter for reasons other than said interested parties." For him it is more to see what Gen has than anything. Juri could never appreciate the chance to face another fighter who holds so much knowledge. The brat would just want to maim and kill. At least today the students are safe for Sagat is not like Juri. Killing is not on his mind, but instead a chance to keep his skills up to par.
The moment that Sagat mentions 'interested parties,' Quon's internal swearing becomes loud within his own mind. It's probably for the best that there isn't a psychic close by... or is there? Either way, Quon, splits his attention. One eye is kept on the two men. The other on the exit.
Appearances can be deceiving, indeed. Gen smirks ever so slightly at Sagat's words, and turns away from the Muay Thai mountain, calmly and ever so slightly pleased. "Good enough, my height-endowed friend. I, myself, am not so graced with massive stature, but. I believe you will find me just as difficult to move. We have time for a few more. You can have your shot... and perhaps a little past that." One dangerously sharp white brow arches, and his blank gaze scans those few still around, "You." he settles on Quon, "You wanted to take your strike, as well. You can start before our friend from Thailand, here." Because being brought to the forefront and put forcibly in front of Sagat priority-wise is bound to please Quon to no end, right? Right.
For his part, the aging martial artist closes his eyes, draws a deep breath, and balances on the front pad of one foot. His other is bent loosely upwards, hands clawed into two-finger points and tensed as he watches the other two, paying substantially more attention to Sagat, at least until Quon gets himself ready, "Come on, come on. I'm an old man, I don't want to die up here." The somewhat dark irony in the words is seemingly unintentional, or the delivery is just that ornery.
COMBATSYS: Gen has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Quon has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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It isn't much, but Sagat's lip quirks enough to probably be a smirk. He seems pleased with the answer and gives a nod. "I appreciate you accepting it. I look forward to the challenge." he comments and he starts to remove his hoodie to set aside. He cricks his neck and starts to loosen up when Quon has the misfortune of being called up by Gen. This just means Sagat sees him and his attention is turned to the young fighter momentarily. "I see fate has a sense of humor when it comes to you." he tells Quon and that smirk actually becomes a smile. A bit of a sadistic one, but a smile none the less.
The smile fades quickly as Sagat turns his attention back to Gen. "I am more than fine in letting the boy go first." he says to his fellow elder fighter as he takes a step back. He doesn't seem to be going slack though. He seems intent on taking a few deep breaths as he gathers his energy. There are no bright lights or flashing aura, but those sensitive to all things energy can certainly notice it growing thicker around Sagat as he stands there with fists clenched and single eye focused on Gen.
COMBATSYS: Sagat gathers his will.
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It would seem as though this whole thing would be a lot friendlier than what Quon had expected from the beginning of things. Even still, he's not quite comfortable with the fact that now Sagat knows that he's here. In spite of it all, he puts on a smile. After all, Quon shouldn't let his emotions appear on the surface when there are eyes watching him.
He makes his way to the mats and stands next to Sagat placing a fist into his palm before bowing to both. In hushed tones probably audible only to Sagat and Gen he responds, "Yeah. Fate is a reeeeeeal joker that one."
He rises slowly and then falls into stance which should seem familiar having seen him fight before. "Thank you for letting me have this opportunity to test myself. I suppose I should get started."
He takes a deep breath and then he propells himself forward at eldest of the three men leading with a forearm to Gen's chest then following it up by attempting to slip a leg behind Gen's feet as he shoots out a palm towards his chest to assist in sending him down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Gen blocks Quon's Wind Chases the Clouds.
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Of course, totally polite. Even if it does involve beating the everloving crap out of one another. Or at least, that's the challenge. Gen shows it, too, as the seemingly unwieldy stance seems... all but unmoveable, for the Chinese martial artist. There's the slightest nod for the thanks, but most of Gen's focus comes out in motion. The forearm strike is met by a palm that feels more like hitting a mountainside, its force largely dulled up resilient muscle, the old man's frame showing little sign of the normal ravages of age, lithe, taut arms carrying an alarming strength... and energy. Even if it is all invisible, focused internally.
The leg slips behind Gen's ankle, his other foot stepping down as Quon's palmstrike meets his chest prematurely... and gripped between two palms. The elder master inclines his head, and then steps away from Quon, "Fast, boy. Train to see -when- to strike in your opponent. Getting there first is only a boon if they are not waiting for you, and for when!" There's a momentarily, single peel of self-amused laughter as Gen leaps a small span from Quon, "Hah! And now you, my kickboxing comrade. I suggest you stand clear of this portion of the demonstration, or at least mind your arms and legs while the tour is still in motion." There's a quiet, somewhat ominous sort of gleeful chuckle from Gen as he strokes his beard and studies Sagat, slipping back into that same stance as the shadowy energy within him quietly centers through the elder assassin's frame.
COMBATSYS: Gen calculates his next move.
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See movements like that makes Sagat appreciate the fact that he was the one sent for this specific mission. Gen will be a proper foe, but he does not wish to let the old man's fun end just yet since it looks like he has plans for Quon. A good thing since the younger fighter could use some training from an individual such as Gen even if it is just for a few brief moments before he is broken in two. Not that this keeps Sagat from dropping his guard. He is certain the old man is wiley enough that if he sees an opening he would go straight for the Muay Thai fighter.
He keeps his distance for now, but he too looks for an opening. Quon has more become invisible, which he is probably thankful for, to the large fighter. "This shall be interesting." he muses aloud and he actually begins to shift his weight and put most on one leg while cocking the other at the knee. It looks like he is plotting his own offensive very soon.
COMBATSYS: Sagat takes no action.
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T%Quon steps back with a spin even as his atttack is nullified by the combination of experience and Gen's deceptive strength. He takes a deep breath and falls back into his Chongquan stance which seems slightly more relaxed than a more traditional practitioner of the style such as his friend Antoine.
Even still, Quon meditates on the advice that Gen has given him, after all he's more used to putting on the pressure on his opponents and using it to encourage them to make mistakes. In the face of Gen's experience, he can't quite do that. And besides a change of strategy might do him good.
COMBATSYS: Quon focuses on his next action.
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"Don't be shy." Gen advises Sagat as the Shadaloo enforcer holds his position. "It's only interesting when one makes it so." The advice comes with ample kinetic motion, momentarily leaving Quon to study the escalation as he leaps. In the blink of an eye, Gen inverts, hits the ceiling, crouches on the ceiling, then leaps back off of it, flips around again, and is suddenly descending at the towering Thaiman foot first as if the elder assassin had just launched himself into orbit and been accelerated by gravity back to earth. Of course, it doesn't have nearly the warmup time or telegraph of the Buddha's Palm.
In fact, it's alarmingly quick and almost seems chaotic, the unnervingly acrobatic old master's motions almost completely ignoring most standard approaches to starting a fight - or even accomodating physics. Apparently, he's decided to check out the Muay Thai master's defenses, first. As established, he gets bored easily. That's all.
COMBATSYS: Gen successfully hits Sagat with Ouga.
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So not only is he deceptively strong, but agile as well. While Sagat can read the quick movements more easily than someone like Quon. Not only that, but the larger fighter is actually having a bit of a time trying to keep up with those movements. When he thinks he is getting a proper defense up he is already getting hit by the other elder fighter. There is only a slight grunt that comes from him as he takes a step back and manages to keep his balance. "Not bad at all. Allow me to reciprocate."
Finally the mountain of the man is on the move. Well, at least he looks like he is attacking despite keeping his feet on the ground and planted firmly. Instead he is pulling his arms back as he takes a deep breath. His gaze tries to keep an eye on the quick movements of Gen as he thrusts both hands forward with fists clenched. "Tiiiiiguuuuuur!" he bellows loudly as energy gathers around his hands and goes barreling towards Gen in an attempt to slow him down.
Quon can't help but be in awe seeing Gen move like that. He has something similar to that in his own repertoire however, that was just simply on another level. It's at this point that Quon figures that he'll only be in the way of these two men and so he steps back letting the two men have it out. Even just seeing this, right before his eyes is opening his eyes to a whole new world.
Quon maintains his stance with a grin, "I'll just wait for my cue."
COMBATSYS: Quon takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Gen just-defends Sagat's Tiger Shot!
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The back of Gen's hand meets the cleaving arc of fiery energy, those two fingers still outstretched as if he were wielding his own hands as weapons. And indeed, his own energy only surges when the connection is made, as if the canyons within the man's soul, only empty at the first glance, somehow simply swallowed it up. The visual effect is that he all but sweeps Sagat's attack to the side, fiery remnants fizzling out like the embers of a scattered ash in the wake of the elder assassin's motion, one white brow quirked at Sagat on the other end. Then, he comes forward.
It's not so much a sprint as it is a translocation, suddenly swiping in at Sagat's guard high and low and middle as if at the same time. In truth, he simply strikes with both hands, alarming precision, and multiple objectives. Just inside of each shoulder near the collarbone. At the base of the ribcage, and then under the chin.
COMBATSYS: Sagat fails to interrupt Combo Attack from Gen with Tiger Uppercut.
- Power fail! -
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In addition to the force exercised by those alarmingly penetrating double digits, the impacts seem to spread from sinew to sinew, as if the energy flow - or muscle response - within Sagat's body itself raged against an intrusion, suddenly, painfully disrupted.
There was an assumption would be able to probably get out of the way of the blast, but to take it on like he did and easily get rid of the energy without any negative effects surprises even an experienced fighter like Sagat. It certainly looks like he has alot of work to do if he is going to complete his objective. Despite that he does his best keep himself expressionless as he decides on the next course of action. Perhaps going right after the other fighter is such a good idea. Perhaps letting Gen come to him is a better idea in the long run.
That is exactly what he seems to be doing in letting Gen come in to attack him. That is as he actually leans back and hunkers down as if ready to strike. He uncoils and starts to jump upwards with his fist aimed to uppercut Gen. HIs only problem is misjudging the speed of the other fighter once again and that strike misses Gen and instead he finds himself being pelted with strikes. Rather powerful ones at that as he begins to feel his body still being disturbed by the after effects of the blows that landed. "I can see why you were a thorn in the sides of some." he manages to keep his voice calm, but he does seem to be showing discomfort just in his body movements.
Blink and you'll miss it. Quon himself, he made sure to keep his eye on all of the action and even still, he's not quite exactly sure what he saw in that moment. He's quite capable of movement so fast that his strikes look as though they're striking multiple locations at the same time, however, as naturally talented as he is, Quon knows he's not capable of that level of precision.
What really gets his attention however is Sagat's labored movements even after the strikes have ended. "What the..."
And Quon stands there in silent awe.
COMBATSYS: Quon focuses on his next action.
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Outside, a public transit bus rolls to a stop outside of the Young Fighters' Community Center. A handful of people step off as its doors open, but only one is -actually- at his destination; the rest wander off after collecting themselves and their bearings. It's worth nothing that YFCC's entryway has one isolated poster in the middle of a colorful array of fliers - upon it, Takuma Sakazaki's smiling face rests between the words "WARNING:" and "If you see this man, please inform YFCC staff immediately." The picture is old and yellowed, old. The man before the YFCC bears an countenance that matches that picture. He is frowning.
"Used to be five more of these things outside." With a broad-shouldered shrug, he hefts a beaten duffel-bag, and steps into the building.
If Gen wanted to advertise for his instruction and artform to those remaining, well. Sagat's probably helping. Bonus: the elder assassin seems to be enjoying himself. It's not too often he really has an opponent he can cut loose with. Contrary to reputation as a slave driver, his students aren't (usually) subjected to attacks that encourage their insides to implode. "A proper thorn is all but impossible to overcome by working against it." The legendary Bear explains somewhat coldly, white eyes studying Sagat as he paces slowly to the side, gliding from one foot to the other as his balance shifts with the motions. "Your strength is impressive." Gen compliments.
... Or not. "But useless, with your narrow vision! How you see at all is beyond me." There's another dull, hmphting grunt, and Gen strokes his beard once. Then leaps. Then flips. He seeks to sail harmlessly over Sagat's head.
At least, he /would/ sail harmlessly over Sagat's head, if he didn't come out of that twist with a sharp, entirely unusual kick aligned with the back of the Muay Thai Tiger's skull. Lesser men would probably start coughing up teeth.
COMBATSYS: Sagat endures Gen's Saizu.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Having something of a narrow vision is commonplace with Sagat. Unfortunantly it has also led to such things like him ending up as part of Shadaloo. He has improved some. The old Sagat would have probably snapped by now and would be flailing about violently without thought of injuring innocents or the like as long as he could also hit Gen in the process. Of course at this point he is finding it very hard not to slip into that sort of rage. It is very easy to sense he is doing his best to keep himself calm and focused.
When he notices Gen coming in for another attack he turns about to meet that kick. Does he defend? If you can call letting his forehead take the blow full force. Sagat grits his teeth and his single eye closes for a moment. That is when there is a small chuckle that comes from his rattled body. "I love it....you help improve me for when it is time to face him again." He takes a deep breath and that eye snaps back open as he gives a large grin. "Keeping going old man. I am not done yet!" he roars loudly as he launches himself forward and bringing a knee up to slam into Gen's chest.
COMBATSYS: Gen blocks Sagat's Tiger Destruction+.
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While Quon himself has been keeping an eye on the action, his ears pick up on the door opening and closing and he finds another martial artist at the entrance and he can't help but wonder what is going on.
It causes Quon's attention to slightly wander away from the action between the two fighters if only because if something was about to go wrong, he'd rather be ready for it.
His attention snaps back to fight around the time Sagat mentions that this fight is helping him get ready for fighting him. Quon knows exactly who him is. He did see that particular match the moment he returned to civilization after spending most of his time in isolation at the temple.
COMBATSYS: Quon takes no action.
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The swell of power, the barely suppressed rage... Gen certainly feels it. The old man is acutely attuned to it. Decades of training apprentices that have been both ally and enemy have taught the man intuition, an awareness of the swell of energy around him - as well as within his deceptively cold heart. "I can only provide a vessel with which to improve yourself. What you do with it, whether you thrive.. or self destruct. Well." Gen doesn't seem convinced of Sagat's ability to overcome that, for one reason or another. Maybe he's just naturally a cynical old prick.
The explosive force of Sagat's rising knee crashes hard into Gen's guard as he lands. There's a resounding CRACK from the sheer force of it. There's no finessing this one away, but the old man's rocklike arms hold steady nonetheless. Even as he lands, and his feet slide back as he's driven clear of Sagat. "Not done, good, good. Stubborn. Willful. But your anger, Thai-man. Does it serve you, or wield you like a weapon?" Again, a brow arches over a blank gaze, and this time... when Gen comes in on Sagat... the flurry is altogether more fearsome.
Fingers jab high, low, left, right. It's not so much 'all at once' as it is 'a seemingly endless, blurring cloud of holy hell.' Driving, piercing nervestrikes come for locations both known to be vulnerable, and seemingly stalwart. ... should Gen get his way, even the most powerful thread of muscle will suddenly seem about to snap. Some aren't even lucky enough to be able to zombie walk home as their body rends itself from within.
Takuma hears the fighting inside - he expected it, really - but proximity lends character to noise, and that character suggests some powerful impacts. Masterful fists. Additionally, he can hear Gen ridiculing somebody, shouting. This is the reason he's not surprised when he turns the corner, though it's noteworthy to mention that the sight of /Sagat/ has one thick brown eyebrow spiking into his hairline.
"...Son," remarks Takuma to the nearby Quon. "What is Sagat doing here? Why're you sitting around with your thumb up your ass?? There's a -CRIMINAL- in the room, boy!" While he's speaking, Takuma seems to realize something is awry - hopefully he's making enough of a spectacle of himself so that nobody notices him push an elongated, bright red protuberance back into the duffel at his side. He zips the thing up, subtly.
"Tch. You're scared then? That's it?" Takuma moves towards the sparring pair, clapping his hands against one another as though dusting them off. He doesn't get close enough to get physical just yet; for now, wizened brown eyes simply observe, brows furrowed above them.
"...Well, I'd be a little scared of Gen too, I suppose." He's speaking quietly, and rather deliberately beneath yet another of Gen's 'lessons'.
COMBATSYS: Gen successfully hits Sagat with Shitenshuu.
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It looks like Vega is only going to have one more reason to be angered with Sagat. Not like he really cares in the long run. It has served a purpose to make Sagat realize he has some more work to do if he really wishes to better Ryu next time they meet. "Self destruction isn't an option until I defeat him." he murmurs even as his assault never comes to fruition. He lands back on his feet after delivering that heavy knee and he cricks his neck. "Chide me all you want just let the rest of them, but eventually I will be able stand proud when all is said and done." He doesn't look like he is bother going to explain more. he knows how this conversation goes. He is mocked and mocked and mocked.
Of course the mocking happens because smart people realize it is the best offense against Sagat. Then again powerful blows like the strong ones Gen lands on him are a good offense too. It is amazing that the large fighter still manages to not keel over right then and there. Granted he is brought down to a knee as he is battered by the other fighter. "It....is a simple proposal. No criminal activity." Sagat says without ever looking towards Takuma. "If you have a problem I will deal with you as well." His focus remains on Gen, though. He lurches forward in an attempt to grab the smaller fighter and then brings up a knee to slam into his stomach hopefully. If it connects he turns about and tosses Gen right in the direction of Takuma.
COMBATSYS: Gen dodges Sagat's Tiger Rage.
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The fact that Sagat is a criminal, was something that hadn't escaped the Chinese college student's attention. In fact it was something Quon had known before he set foot in the YFCC. He didn't expect to have to justify his inaction mainly because everyone who was here knew why he was hanging back. It just happens that Sagat responded before Quon could.
"As well as Gen laying down a challenge. I've already had my chance at this challenge... It's his turn." Quon tilts his head toward Sagat and then steps back once more to give them more space. Unfortunately with responding to Takuma, he's losing his ability to focus on the action.
COMBATSYS: Quon takes no action.
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"Then do so." Gen simply advises, rather than mocks, Sagat. Though it doesn't seem like the legendary Bear has a great deal of patience for the agents of Shadaloo, regardless. "Why are you here?" He inquires, without offering up his own assumptions. Still, he doesn't believe that the mountainous Thai fighter came here just to try and best a fundraiser challenge. Not when his business with Shadaloo has never exactly been... well, friendly.
But yes, trying to enrage the kickboxer is a (perhaps somewhat dubious and dangerous) pasttime that Gen enjoys, it seems. "He's been a perfect demonstration partner." Gen concurs, nodding along with Sagat's words. Then, he flips back, launching himself with only the briefest flash of preparation to the side, kicking off the desk, and landing over nearer to Takuma and Quon, though still closer to Sagat than the Thai fighter might appreciate. "Behold." He offers to Takuma and Quon, though Sagat may want to pay attention also. His stance as he lands shifted somewhere in the midst of the attack, into his next defense, and after a quick, age-defying bolt back into the fray. His attack? Right hand curls into a tight, strong fist, and he seeks to quite simply and efficiently reach up and backhand the much larger fighter across the jawline.
Sagat's response sets the older observer to grinning, and he crosses arms over his chest, spreads his legs, comfortable without sitting. "Hah! I'd have a problem with the Emperor of Muay Thai, but you --" A shake of his head doesn't quite hide the way Sakazaki's eyes twinkle. "Ah, I've got no problem with you. Y- ah, there's one. One problem; it'll have to wait until somebody's pulling their teeth out of the mats, though."
He's moved on, though his attention doesn't leave Sagat and Gen. He's speaking more to Quon, now - a shoulder lifts towards the boy, as much an indication of interest as a anything else. "Fine," he allows, gruff. "Can't argue with that. Tell me what you're seeing, then. You're not wasting this opportunity, right?? I'll teach you all about wasting opportunities if you can't tell me exactly-"
Gen lands between the two, dashes forward, and works to backhand Sagat across the jaw.
"At least -one- of the things seperating the old man from the bald man. A hint: If you're looking with your eyes, you're doing it wrong."
COMBATSYS: Sagat fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Gen with Tiger Cannon.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat can no longer fight.
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Quon 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Gen
The banter from Gen was at least tolerable. Now that there is a crazy man prattling about like Takuma things are just starting to go downhill. Not even a proper challenge can go uninterrupted it would seem. He is at least attempting to ignore Takuma since that man really will throw the Muay Thai righter in a rage. It's like Adon's slightly less 'special' older brother or something. At least he seems fooled enough into believing these two are fighting over just a simple challenge. He has already started enough of a commotion as is and he rather not have it escalate more than it already has.
Back to the task at hand. Gen is coming in quickly once again and Sagat is always feeling a bit worn down. He may as well give things one last shot to at least send a nice message to Gen as he goes to thrust his arms forward again. That is when the fist slams him right in the face and whatever energy he is gathering quickly dissipates as he staggers back a few steps and eventually goes back down to one knee and he rests a hand on his other. "I see what your answer is." he says while breathing rather heavily. "I don't think it will be liked, but I assume you wouldn't have it any other way." His free hand reaches up to wipe the blood coming from his mouth as he looks forward towards Gen. "I believe we are done for now."
Quon try as he might still can't regrain his focus on the fight which is a problem mainly because of the fact that Takuma is there. When the riddle is asked, Quon turns towards to the Kyokugen fighter and he hears a smacking sound.
"Wai..Whaaa." A pause as he watches Sagat stagger and drop to one knee. "Awwww... I missed it. I would guess current vertical orientations?"
"No one else can lead you to what you seek, Sagat." Gen offers after the Shadaloo lieutenant, apprently satisfied that he gave the answer he intended to give. "Stay out of my way." The warning is spoken with narrowed, white eyes as Gen tenses and untenses the fist used to batter Sagat away with that final strike. There's a moment where Gen just watches Sagat rise, and wipe that blood free. Then he nods, slipping his hands inside their opposite, billowing sleeve.
Then, Gen laughs. A low, somewhat dark chuckle that seems nonetheless genuinely amused. His attention shifts off Sagat, assuming the Shadaloo enforcer is on the way out the door.... and onto Quon. "You weren't even listening or watching? Hmph. With those kind of senses you'll learn how to be a great punching back." In a flash, Gen is on Quon. One hand shoots out. One finger thwaps, leading the strike.
... which is aligned perfectly with Quon's left ear channel. If Gen hits, that singular digit thwams air pressure painfully over and past the Chinese youth's eardrum, "And even as you profess ignorance, you ignore Sakazaki's express instructions not to /look/ and decide, you are a big fool!!"
COMBATSYS: Gen successfully hits Quon with Quick Punch.
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Quon 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Gen
He's not quite -sneering- while he watches Gen decimate Sagat, but Takuma's expression definitely shows traces of scorn; his shoulders stiffen, fingers clench, unclench, and his face might well be carved of the most disappointed stone found in the most disappointing place on Earth (Canada). As the ex-Emperor falls, Sakazaki's slight, dismissive shake of his head sums up a -whole lot of things-.
Quon's answer (or lack thereof) rolls across the Kyokugen master's frame as though it were an army of ants, a reeking wave of skunk-odor, or some other genuinely unlikable -thing-. He isn't just frowning; he's -disgusted-. Eyes close, Sakazaki shakes his head once more, lip curling into a definite sneer, and the man's left fist leaves his right elbow, presumably to make a rapid descent towards Quon's--
*THP*
Sakazaki snorts, tension lost. "I'll leave you to Gen, then. Hospital's got a direct line to this place, anyway." He moves -- Sagat-ward, expression darkening once more. So much bitterness in Sakazaki, today. He pauses before the *much* taller, slightly older man... and extends a hand to his fallen frame.
"Get up. I'll tell you my problem with you, Sagat - you let that jackass kid take your title. You lose your verve or something? Get soft? When did you decide to make yourself such a damn joke? This isn't you." Takuma doesn't even -know- Sagat. This does not matter.
And then Quon is caught flat footed in the face of Gen's incredible speed and he catches an ear full both Gen's tirades and from the strike itself making the Chongquan fighter stumble almost drunkenly.
"And now our vertical orientations," he mutters to himself in order to find some type of humor in this situation if only for his own personal sanity.
While he didn't quite fall, he did wobble to the point that he wasn't completely upright but then he brings himself up to full height and back into his stance, smiling and attempting to draw off the charge of having an audience. He steps forward before attempting a quick palm strike to the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Gen with Quick Punch.
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Quon 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Gen
Once Sagat take a few more breaths in he manages to stand up fully once again. He only talks to Gen knowing the other fighter can easily handle a rookie like Quon with the distraction. "Of course he won't listen. Apologies that the next visitor won't be as polite." The hand of Takuma is dismissed and Sagat just stares down at him. "If I cared about the title I would have taken it back. Did you forget about the coma said kid was in after winning?" he asks and starts to step around to retrieve the hoodie he removed earlier to pull it back on.
"Be glad my ways have changed, Sakazaki." he calmly says without even looking back in the direction of the Kyokugen master. "At least nowadays I realize someone like you is a waste of time. Only people like that man can steel my resolve and help me." It is possible he is referencing Gen in this case, but he doesn't even motion in the direction of where Gen and Quon are fighting. "Keep an eye on that one. I think he has potential so make sure Gen doesn't batter him too much." with that being said he stalks outwards. He has other things to do and new thoughts to contemplate.
The conversation between Takuma and Sagat is amended only by a "Weakling fool of a jackass kid." Maybe Gen should be paying attention to Quon, however. The Chinese youth's response catches Gen before he fully steps out of the way, the palmstrike pounding into a jaw that is... well, anything /but/ glass. Still, Quon most definitely hit Gen, and at what might seem like the most unlikely time. One white brow arches, his eyes now a dark almost-black with their pupils not so concealed. "At least you listened when I told you to feel the moment, and seize it." Gen nods once in approval.
Then, he seeks to grab that arm, yank it abruptly upwards, swing his knee into Quon's hip, and flip the boy over one shoulder. The diminutive elder man doesn't seem quite so... well, murderous, now, at least. Still, he's not exactly being /gentle/ with Quon, is he? "Now be focused, sharpen your mind! Your entire generation, coddled and weak and so easily distracted like an idiot rodent chasing shiny baubles!"
... it's a good bet that Gen would've said that to someone Quon's father's age, at some point. Maybe even his grandpa, who the hell really knows?
COMBATSYS: Quon parries Gen's Weakened Medium Throw!
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Quon 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Gen
A frown meets Sagat's face, and the ex-Emperor might hear a faint, "You're a good liar, Sagat," behind his back. But, just as the bald one is leaving, Takuma's turning -his- attentions towards Quon and Gen, and the slowly-building conflict. "You wonder," begins Sakazaki, stalking closer to the pair, "Whether or not it's fear or skill that's motivating him, right now." Still, he quiets. His focus is on seeing Gen in action, and at the moment, this is the most challenge the older man seems to have received all day.
COMBATSYS: Takuma has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Takuma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Gen
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Not only does Quon take the advice of feeling the moment and seizing it, Quon firmly embraces that advice and cherishes it for all it's worth. Using that charge he feels from having all eyes on him, he responds by twisting his body as he goes up and over Gen's shoulder before slipping himself free from the older fighter.
With the hope of catching the older fighter flat footed from what may have been an unexpected response, he flips forward as his heel burns with a golden flame of chi as he drives it down upon Gen's head.
COMBATSYS: Gen dodges Quon's Crossing the Bridge EX.
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Takuma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Gen
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"Just so long as he's paying attention!" Gen shoots back to Takuma, grunting quietly as the boy flips himself over and fee in a fluid motion. "Right, right. Like the water." Then, Quon flips again, this time to bring that energy-laden foot down on... an old man who's no longer there, but a few feet to the left, "You find the rigid points, the steps where someone commits to a course of actions, to where fate, life, and death all converge..." The words are spoken even as he moves, the old man's robes and beard left where he stood by the sheer velocity of it. "... then..."
Well, Gen demonstrates. Chopping hands lash out as if from the ether itself, the hand of god striking out to assail Quon with a nigh-endless barrage of blurring palmstrikes. In truth, though, it's just that Gen? Gen hits really, really fast. The series of punishing blows does stop short of trying to give Quon liver and kidney damage, however. It's always nice to avoid that triad of nerve clusters, Gen is merciful.
COMBATSYS: Quon auto-guards Gen's Weakened Hyakurenkou!
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Takuma 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Gen
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Takuma frowns at Gen. "Ahhhhh, this isn't going to teach him anything, and you know it! My boy doesn't get a smack on the ear for missing a question, and he -damn- sure won't get away with play-fighting like that." Is he ridiculing Gen? Kind of. Definitely. There's more of a teasing tone than anything superior, however.
"Show him the pepper and be done with it. We've got unfinished business to attend to, and you know it."
Quon, in a moment of clarity, seems to see which points Gen is going for, and his hands seem to blur in response to the older man's hands deflecting them to pressure points where they are actually aid his breathing and posture. For just a fleeting moment the clarity is there but after that, it's gone leaving Quon confused to how exactly to repeat that feat. Is that his potential or is that just plain luck?
Quon steps back after thatputting himself into kick range where he lashes out with a rapid series of kicks that seem to be in multiple locations at once to the untrained observer. In fact it has some similarities to Chun Li's Hyakuretsu Kyaku and Robert's Gen'ei Kyaku.
COMBATSYS: Gen parries Quon's Seven Dragon Tails!
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Gen sighs overdramatically at Takuma's critique. "/You/ have forgotten how to pay attention!" Gen retorts. Just /look/ at Quon move! "The boy is fighting for his life!" Gen seems dreadfully pleased at the instinctive, likely rather fear-and-desperation fueled series of rapid moves. Even if Quon doesn't seem to be gaining a lot of offensive traction on the elder assassin. Instead, as the like-answers-like hundred-foot-kick follows his hundred-hand-slap, Gen, catches the strikes one after another in welcoming palms, as if weighing the force behind each one. There's just that subtle bend to the impact, that slight curiousity. And of course, the rushing vacuum as energy just kind of surges up those deadly arms. "Heh. Heh. Heh."
Gen chuckles, dark and full of satisfaction and contemplation. Then he kicks for Quon's stomach, kicks for Quon's stomach again. This series continues with alternating legs as Gen seeks to quite literally kick Quon all the way to the ceiling, then flip into a roundhouse that launches him straight back at the floor.
COMBATSYS: Gen successfully hits Quon with Weakened Gekirou EX.
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Takuma 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Gen
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At this point, Quon ends up losing in the exchange of punch and kicks finding himself repeatedly kicked and then sent flying, before hitting the mat with a loud THWAP!!!
The entirity of the Chongquan fighter's body aches and it takes some time however he slowly brings himself to his feet. And yet the grin on his face still remains.
He takes three cleansing yet painful breaths and then, he comes back in for more. The start up to the rapid series of kicks looks about the same as the Seven Dragon Tails attack from before, but then Quon's feet move faster and faster before he switches legs to do more of the same and when he's done kicking, he hops forward to throw one final punch.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Gen with Wild Dragon.
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Gen laughs a little more as he kicks Quon free, landing far more gracefully out of the wire-fu stunt and folding his hands behind his back. It's a perfect opportunity for the young Chinese warrior to surprise him, for Quon to come out of the strike with something faster, stronger, more dangerous than before. Gen manages to keep his footing through most of the attack, but the Chongquan practitioner catches the old man again, and again, repeatedly striking him backwards. Then launching him with the final punch. Sailing clear, Gen actually lands in a crouch. .... on the far wall of the community center.
The elder assassin pushes off and launches, screaming through the air like a rocket with one foot aligned for the center of Quon's chest. There's no immediate advice, this time, simply the abrupt delivery of a rather unconventional flying kick.
COMBATSYS: Gen knocks away Quon with Weakened Ouga!
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'Rather Unconventional' is a fantastic term to describe something one hasn't witnessed before, but Takuma's over on that mat, grinning to himself - no amazement there. He's seen it all before.
On the bright side, watching somebody get diagonally wall-kicked for the first time is -always- hilarious. "Gen, you old bat. Finish him off, for Christ's sake. I'm dying every day, you know." To Quon, the older fighter's grin broadens.
"Look out for that wall-spring kick," he calls out, well after the fact.
The problem with Quon's attack however is that he overextends himself, keeping him from being able to adequately respond to the attack. Then again... Considering the skill of the older Chinese fighter, he might've been caught even without overextending himself but either way, Quon finds himself flying into the wall at the opposite end of the room.
Dragging himself back up to his feet he says in a cross between a mutter and a chuckle, "What was that Terry Pratchett said about smiling old men?" He bounces a few times before he takes to the air. At the apex of the jump he shoots in towards the other Chinese fighter and then attempts to stomp repeatedly on Gen's head before shoving him away with both feet as he launches himself away in a flashy flip.
COMBATSYS: Gen dodges Quon's Breaking the Shell.
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Gen shifts from one foot to two, a much wider stance again, his hands curled into striking claws as he watches Quon retake the offensive, "Patience, patience, Sakazaki. You'll have your turn, even Sagat had the good grace to let the boy finish his turn, first." It's clear that the legendary Bear isn't particularly against telling Takuma off a bit - his own version of 'warm, familiar, and friendly' sounding decidedly several shades more ornery than the Sakazaki patriarch's.
The incoming headstomp lands the Chinese youth hurtling for the floor of the youth center. Right beside Gen. "Come on, boy. It was a good show, but Sakazaki is..." gag. ".. is correct." Gen's palm strikes out, not even fully extending, simply snapping from the waist for a point nigh dead center on Quon's torso. Should contact be made, it's more of a shockwave than an impact, as if the elder assassin simply launched Quon clear with an almost unseen shove.
COMBATSYS: Quon interrupts Weakened Medium Throw from Gen with Dropping the Bridge.
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COMBATSYS: Quon can no longer fight.
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Takuma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Gen
And as contact is made, Quon steps forward with a punch to Gen's center, the act of throwing the punch making the shockwave go off center which while it hurt enough to take the fight out of him, it allowed him to stay right where he was as well as give Gen a bit of a lift off of his feet which sets him up to flip forward as he slams a flaming heel into the older man sending him to the ground before performing a flip and landing in a stomp. The second landing isn't as clean and he ends up sumbling off of Gen before ultimately face planting.
"Foolish boy is tenacious." Is Gen's observation after he's been kicked well and thoroughly by the other Chinese fighter, driven to one knee. The series of all-out attacks batters him about, even if the elder assassin -is- remarkably resilient. He snorts a hmft after the words, brushing down his robes and righting his footing, looking towards the fallen Quon a moment before nodding to Takuma, "If you're so worried about me holding back instead of maiming these amateurs, maybe -you- can make me take off the training wheels?" The challenge is clear in the old master's eyes, and his stance, still ready even as his sore muscles suffuse with his remarkable internal chi, gathering his wits for the Sakazaki elder's almost inevitable response.
COMBATSYS: Gen gains composure.
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Takuma 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Gen
"Tenacity is good," remarks Takuma, still looking Very Cool, over there on his practice mat. Of course, as he's speaking he's dropping his duffel bag to the side and settling into a more appropriate fighting stance. His feet are spread wide, his knees bent, arms out to either side of his turned profile. Thick fingers curl into tight fists - those sensitive to it would be -well- aware of the way latent energy practically coalesces before Sakazaki's chest.
"I'm not worried about you holding back, you old fool! I'm worried you've lost your -edge-! A student and that worthless cyclopian windbag..." Takuma finishes his sentence with a BRUTAL step forwards simultaneously to his right arm's THRUST forward, fingers extended, clawlike. To the layman, nothing happens - dust whirls, perhaps, along an invisible line between Takuma and the resting Gen.
To the knowledgeable, it'd be impossible to miss that golden mass -shrieking- from his hand towards Gen's back. One can only imagine what might happen if it hits.
COMBATSYS: Takuma successfully hits Gen with Ko'ou Ken.
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Takuma 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Gen
"Hah." Gen seems to find the idea he's lost his edge almost laughable, even as that golden chi explodes over him, blasting through a raised guard, searing over his features, and blasting beard and hair and Gen himself backwards in a violent eruption of energy. Cough. "A start." He acknowledges of Takuma's efforts, stretching a decidedly loud crack out of his neck as he narrows dark eyes on the elder Sakazaki.
"Yes, yes, explosions and karate kicks, uppercuts and judo flips." Gen rhymingly revisits the Sakazaki family style, though in this case his hateful disdain is (largely) false. A hand waves, brushing aside Takuma's strength and the blow he was just dealt, as he continues gathering himself as if not aware he's under attack again, "I've got to tell you, though. The errand boy was right about this kid." A nod towards Quon, though Gen's eyes /never/ leave Takuma.
COMBATSYS: Gen calculates his next move.
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Takuma 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Gen
Takuma's laughing at it - don't worry, Gen. He understands when you're making a funny. "Whoever said we were trying to play up anything other than the basics? Still..." He twists his lips, thoughtful, even as he's settling back into that bull stance. "That's a good ad, Gen. Might put that up on the Dojo's billboards."
-- SAKAZAKI DOJO: EXPLOSIONS AND KARATE DICKS, UPPERCUTS AND JEWISH FLIPS -- Somewhere, Ryuhaku Todoh giggles madly over his sabotage of the latest Sakazaki publicity stunt.
"This kid? I thought he was your student." Takuma's walking -towards- Gen, now; leg crosses leg. He's guarded, thoughtful. "Are you picking urchins off of the road? Another inane challenge for yourself? You'd think those two transvestite daughters of yours would be enough." 'Walking' turns into 'Running', and Sakazaki's barreling across the distance between himself and his friend. At the last moment, his right arm lances out in a quick, probing punch - his heart's in it, but the force is certainly meant to evoke -any- reaction rather than a -damaging- one, and Takuma's already strafing to the side, eyes and body facing Gen. It's the closest thing to an admission of respect - fear - that Takuma has ever managed to express.
COMBATSYS: Gen fails to interrupt Medium Punch from Takuma with Weakened Kirou.
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Takuma 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Gen
One day, Todoh will destroy everything Takuma has worked for. If by 'everything' you mean 'his order at the drive-thru window'. As far as Quon, though, Gen shakes his head, "Showed up randomly for the demonstration. Green." He doesn't mention that they all were, once. "I don't turn them out that inept." Instead, he disses Quon's current level rather than lauding the promise. Dropping back into a form not unlike a striking cobra, Gen's hands curl back, aimed towards Takuma, near his head as he crouches low. Preparing himself... but not quite quickly enough!
The quick, weaving punch catches the elder assassin square in the face, however, snapping the shorter man's head back as he lets out a half-bark, half-snort. Whatever he had planned falls away for the moment, but Gen is far from out - yet. "You're fast, for an ox." Gen observes of Takuma's skills, slipping back from Sakazaki a half-step. Not in apprehension, so much as further preparation.
Todoh is trying. God, is he trying. One day, Takuma will notice. For now, the Kyokugen patriarch frowns at Gen - he's shaking his head, but the intensity and focus remain absolutely full-bore. You can't get distracted with Gen. "You're about as active as I'd expected, for a bitter old man." A brief flash of Sakazaki's whites prompts his next movement; he's dashing inwards, taking full advantage of what he perceives to be a bit of passivity from his opponent.
"EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM, FRIEND! Heeeeeyah!" Once more with the fist, but this time Takuma's not testing Gen - he's challenging him. It's a lighting-fast front straight, a simplistic move made brutal by the addition of that *simple* Kyokugen motto: If you're going to do something, do it harder and better than everybody else. Gen is not facing a thirty-pound limb at this moment. He is facing damned near two hundred pounds of concentrated, explosive force. With his face.
COMBATSYS: Gen dodges Takuma's Fierce Punch.
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Takuma 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Gen
Rather: Hundreds of pounds of concentrated Takuma fist go whooshing into thin air, as Gen all but watches the fist go by his face, for all the distance he allows Sakazaki to earn with it. Did the old master's /beard/ just.. twitch? "You're welcome to your.. worms." Gen concludes, before well, leaping right at Takuma's freaking face. The robe-clad, rather short assassin's eyes go white, and his demeanor goes more predatory, and in an instant, he's trying to clamp his feet around the Sakazaki patriarch's neck. And twist. Forward momentum would to the rest, and by the time it ended, if Gen had his way?
... Takuma would find himself laying on his back with both of Gen's feet solidly - painfully - having squished them there after landing on top of his old friend, arms crossed over his chest, looking just slightly bored. That's how the elder assassin pictures it in his head, and it's probably how he's going to remember this moment REGARDLESS of what happens. "Your meaningless anecdotes are endless, like the mountain stream."
COMBATSYS: Takuma counters Shuuga from Gen with Mouko Burai Gan.
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Takuma 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Gen
Gen certainly gets a grip on Sakazaki. However, he's sorely underestimating this 'ox''s ability to get his ass out of trouble -- Gen's legs wind up wrapped squarely around Takuma's upraised forearm, as the Kyokugen warrior has taken a step -backwards-. In truth, it isn't so much a step as it is a furious, desperate backpedal - Takuma damn near falls on his ass in the process, but this doesn't get in the way of the defense, or the counterattack.
Sakazaki's right fist slams into the small of Gen's back, and presumably sends him flying. "I could say the same about your own!! Still, you can't argue with the results..." He's settling back into his bull stance, rolling his neck. Bones would typically crackle, characteristic of joint stress - Takuma's explode. It's damned-near disgusting. "I hear the Youth Center mats are great for the back. What do you think?"
Ouch, ouch ouch ouch. Maybe Gen is a little more tired out than he's letting on, or maybe Takuma just knows how to counter his rival's best on his good days. The days he wakes up remembering who he is. As Takuma's rapid defense sends him sprawling backwards, robbed of wind, Gen finds his breath with a fair bit of difficulty. White eyes scan Sakazaki and the robed assassin again centers his wellspring of inner power through his frame, all but willing himself to fight on. "Alright, Sakazaki, alright."
Exactly what Gen's conceding, it's difficult to say. "But don't think for a moment we're finished here!" Gen rolls forward, chopping a hand out and around for the side of Takuma's knee. A very precise point. One which could very well inspire a sprawling karate master any moment, particularly since it's followed through with a seemingly taloned, piercing palmstrike. It doesn't cut or stab, but it seems to surge past the surface where contact is made, nonetheless. Might check for exit wounds, later.
COMBATSYS: Takuma endures Gen's Quick Throw.
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Takuma 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Gen
Takuma glances downwards while Gen recovers himself, expression quizzical, one eye narrowed in some confusion. "...Alright?" He settles back on his heels, relaxed, but certainly not without guard. "Don't tell me you're giving up, now. You know you're my hope for the future, right? After all, if Gen can make it..." A quick grin - but then Takuma's -KNEE- is under attack. It's not that Takuma didn't see the roll or anything like that--
In his head, he'd honestly assumed Gen was just going to hop to his feet, offer a handshake, and then, beers.
In any case, it -does- inspire Takuma to tumble to the ground in a heap of dingy, egg-white robes and immaculately parted hair. He lands beneath Gen and takes that awful talon-strike to the chest - the impact sends his limbs into slight reverbrations, but it's ultimately the last thing Takuma does.
In fact, his eyes lid, his nostrils flare. A deep breath inflates his chest, and somewhere inside, something -changes-. "Ahhhhh... there it is." Slowly, and as though nothing had happened just now, Sakazaki finds his feet. He is stately. More than before, he has found his element. While he might not be playing for keeps just yet, Takuma's ratcheted his level upwards. "Alright, Gen," he mutters. "We're not done yet. Agreed."
COMBATSYS: Takuma enters a trance-like state.
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Takuma 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Gen
"Stop. Stop it." Gen protests, after landing his strikes, watching Takuma breathe, moan a little. "Don't you /dare/ start /liking/ this, or we're through sparring. Do you hear me?" The angry banter seems mostly for show, if only judged by the fact that Gen doesn't immediately rush Takuma. ... or run away. There's a vaguely predatory grin as the old master studies his Japanese, not-as-kill-happy counterpart, and shakes his head, beard rustling back and forth with the motion.
"Hah. When we were younger... perhaps we weren't this /good/, Sakazaki... but this sure made me less sore." Though to suggest that the legendary assassin is arthritic is... probably overestimating what he means, really. Twenty year olds kill for his muscle tone. Gorillas ask him for workout tips. Which is awkward, admittedly. "Just... don't come at me with anything /dangerous/, while I catch my breath.." Gen feigns, not really super convincingly at all.
COMBATSYS: Gen gains composure.
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Takuma 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Gen
"Speak for yourself -- I'm terrified I'm getting -worse- with age." Whatever he's just done, it hasn't altered Takuma to the point that he can't -enjoy- sparring with a friend; his tone denotes no lie, but it'd take a fool to fail to realize the sarcasm. "As for enjoying it, I'll tell you; Your hands are too -cold-, grandpa." Sakazaki's taking his time - he sees Gen over there, taking that breather - but still approaches. It'd be menacing if Takuma weren't bending over halfway through his approach - soon, he's got his hands on his knees, he's looking Gen in the face, eye to eye.
"You gonna pull this during the Tournament? My kids're gonna be embarassed, Gen." Takuma moves smoothly, while he speaks, and Gen will find his opponent leaning backwards while reaching forward to grab Gen's hair, and shove all of that -old- directly downwards into a lifted knee. "So wake UP!"
COMBATSYS: Gen interrupts Strong Punch from Takuma with Kouga.
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Takuma 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Gen
"Hrmph?" Did Gen just wake up? His head snaps up, blank eyes settling on Takuma. Kids? Embarassed? Worse with age?!? Gen's brows rise. He actually slams his forehead /into/ Takuma's knee, forcibly wrenching the other man's grip into the strike. It makes it land too soon, and against a target less vulnerable than his poor nose or mouth. "Hmmph." The grunt is more disapproving, and Gen leaps away. First, he lands on the dividing rail overlooking the staircase to where they probably /should/ really be fighting. Then, he's flying straight back into Takuma. Foot collides with jaw, and somehow, he flips and gets in front of the eldest Sakazaki. Kicking off the wall behind Takuma, both of Gen's heels land on his head, and he leaps off straight up to invert on the ceiling.
Then - you guessed it - he shoots back off the ceiling, a vertical, descending flying kick cleaving into the Kyokugen karate master again. Then again, as Gen somehow launches Takuma into the air, kicks him on both sides, and then axes the other man into the ground, "Embarassed for /you/." he growls out.
Reflexively, Takuma's entire -being- swells with pride. Gen's maneuver - headbutting his knee preemptively - is something that Takuma would never in a million years thought to do, and even though he's certainly in some kind of withering pain: "...-OH. Genius--" Takuma stumbles to a hunch, rather completely exposed in the way Gen's left him -alone- in the middle of the YFCC. He looks up, eyes narrowed - where the hell did Gen go? - and stares for a good -second- before that slippered foot slams into his cheek from the other side. The battering that continues is picture-perfect from Gen's angle; Sakazaki's tossed around like a rag-doll, and ultimately ends up staggered, weaving on his feet by the time Gen's setting him up for that final bump, set, and spike.
Takuma bounces off of the YFCCs mats once, and lands on his back, hard. As Gen lands, the Kyokugen fighter is getting to his feet, a hand on his hip, grimacing. "Ahh... cripes. Alright, alright. You've made your point - but I'll be damned if I'm going to let you make me the third person you down tonight." As he speaks, Takuma drops to a wide-legged stance, arms extended fully to either side. Again, the untrained would see nothing - likely, Gen is witness to an absolute maelstrom of that golden-tinged chi whorling into an unfriendly-looking globule approximately the size of Takuma. Sakazaki brings his arms around in a focusing circle, shrieks, and -thrusts- them forwards: something incredible happens.
That first massive projectile screams outwards from Takuma's extended hands, but chi funnels into the gap it leaves as though it were a vaccuum. Impossibly fast, another energy-sphere materializes, and another - even the untrained would be able to notice the way Takuma's sucked the -life- from the room. Colors are less vibrant, elements less present, the Earth's balance briefly altered by this manipulation of its forces.
They'd also probably catch the triple fireballs headed Gen's direction. Takuma's shouting something, but damned if you'll be able to hear it past the roar of matter being vigorously displaced.
COMBATSYS: Takuma successfully hits Gen with Triple Haohshokoken+.
+ Epic Hit! +
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Takuma 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Gen
No, Gen's certainly not getting back up after that. Still, Takuma heard him. Loud and clear, by the look of it. Gen seeks to raise a guard as he lands facing the massive upsurge of energy, eyeing Sakazaki carefully. He slams his arms into the first fireball, and it's not unlike jumping on a grenade. It launches him lurching backwards, to be rolled over by one, then another brutal wave of pure chi, "Hah. Hah. So... so close, Sakazaki." To taking him down, or to taking down the three? Take your pick, really.
Gen's pick involves suddenly rolling forward instead of keeling over, coming out of his forward roll in a precise, stabbing cut straight for the heart courtesy of pointed hand. It's one of those moves that Takuma might almost feel come out his back, if the admittedly wobbly Gen can land it, before taking a knee and panting rather loudly.
COMBATSYS: Gen can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Gen knocks away Takuma with Jasen.
-*- DEVASTATING HIT! -*!
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Takuma 1/---====/=======|
Launching a Triple Haohshokoken is a little like having sex. It's intense, but leaves you with that awkward feeling of satisfaction and bone-wearying fatigue afterwards; this is where Takuma is. He's dropped to a hunch, hand on his knee, expression winded, eyes on Gen. Naturally, he is not expecting that roll - this is the second time it's caught him off-guard. Further catching him off-guard is Gen's Slip N' Slide Knife Hand - he attempts to pull a forearm up to catch the blow, but the man's arms are too tired, too -sore- from that last release to be much more than butter against his hot knife.
It might be a trick of the way Gen's moving towards him, into him - it might be an awkward channeling of that force the wily old master's put into his attacks - but -something- sends Takuma FLYING backwards, bent practically in two by the way inertia's shoving his shoulders and knees forward. Some thirty feet of air-time later, Sakazaki SLAMS into the YFCC wall seperating its main rooms from the showers - children scream at the impact, but the scene remains PG. When the dust clears, Takuma's laughing - he falls to the ground limply, but is conscious if unable to fight.
"Ah.... Gen - Gen, we're going to make a killing this year, you know that...? I think this place has a phone that goes directly to the hospital, by the way. Do you think you're much able to get ahold of it..?"
COMBATSYS: Takuma can no longer fight.
Log created on 18:50:12 10/15/2010 by Gen, and last modified on 01:26:05 10/21/2010.