Description: Because you know, two people trying to beat the snot out of each other with fists, weapons, energy blasts, and other tools of the trade aren't quite enough. Sometimes you just have to get the military in there and blow something the [eff!] up. (DKO)
Ahh, the smell of battle. Now this sort of location is the stuff Faolan is used to. Kind of reminds him of back when he was in the military back in Ireland. It only somewhat makes him think of the Ikari base, but really artillery isn't their cup of tea. You really don't need that sort of thing when you got people like Ralf, Clark, etc to deal with problems. All Faolan knows is this place sure beats the hell out of the desert he was stuck in for the last fight. He still feels like he is washing sand out of him every time he is in the shower.
Oh and how the other Ikari haven't let him hear the end of it since he lost to a relative unknown. Even worse is if he keeps this streak up. He tries not to let the chance of being made fun of ruin his mood, though. He does have a rather big grin on his face as he keeps most of his weight on his bata and idly whistles while he waits. "Gonna be startin' any time soon?" he asks the nearest official. Then again he hasn't even seen his opponent yet. Maybe she is running a bit late or got cold feet? He highly doubts it is the latter since if you sign up for this mischief you tend not to be the sort.
Crow drops Field Artillery.
And coming from the other side of the ideological divide...
Her last SNF was fun, Farah must admit, even if she got, and there really is no other way to phrase it, hobeat. Fei Long trounced her good. But the curious thing about Farah Tenjou is that she is committed to self improvement, and there's no better way to do that than to be reminded how far you have to go. Since then she's been stepping up her training, making sure to keep signing up for this SNF thing. The random street fights she enjoyed when she first came to Southtown have been less frequent, of late, and so other than picking a few herself, SNF is the reliable way to go.
Still, there's a subdued look on her face when she walks toward the 'safe zone' where the SNF crew is set up, outside the pitted artillery field. As she walks forward toward it, one hand -- with a long-tailed, cobalt blue ribbon tied around the same wrist -- comes up and presses down over her heart. She comes to a stop near Faolan and the producer, and rather than introducing herself, says: "The sort of place I wish didn't really have to exist, you know?" Is she a coward who doesn't want to be shot at? Or a no-good peacenik?
Turning away from the field, however, she puts on a smile as she instead brings herself to face Faolan, sizing him up a bit. He seems easygoing... and a weapon fighter, too. In fact, something about the easygoing stance and the unkempt hair reminds her of Denji, though the 'aura' they give off is entirely different. Faolan strikes her as a practical person, for some reason... the colors of that aura feeling brown-green-black to her. Earthy tones.
She extends a hand. "I'm Farah, it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you want to get started?"
Practical? That word has never been used for Faolan, but he would probably get a good chuckle if he was told that to his face. He does seem the easygoing sort though as he straightens up enough to lift the bata up and lightly taps one end against his forehead as if saluting and uses his other hand to shake. It is a pretty firm shake at that. No reason to be all soft just because his opponent is a woman. "And while I would like to agree with ya I would be out of a job if places like this weren't around." he replies with a bit of a wry grin.
It does seem like the officals are pushing to get the pair moving to get in place. "And I don't think we have much of a choice. He has been antsy for awhile." Might be the fact he is worried about shrapnel perhaps hitting him. What a wuss. "Lets have a good go at this, aye?" he asks as he lazily saunters forward towards the area they designated as the fighting area. He goes to about the center area and he pauses and idly taps his bata against his shoulder as he tilts his head and regards Farah. "Ready when you are."
COMBATSYS: Faolan has started a fight here.
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Well off from the actual site of the fight there's a flurry of activity and people can be seen moving around next to some field artillery, preparing for their role in this event.
COMBATSYS: Field Artillery has joined the fight here on the top side.
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That seems to get a brief look of surprise from Farah, whose eyes widen a little bit, but she notices the camo pants and, perhaps more importantly, the ease with which he seems to be taking in the idea of fighting on an artillery field, and in her head she puts two and two together. Grimacing a little inside at what she feels is an unintentional gaffe, she adds, looking at the ground a moment, "I have a lot of respect for soldiers. It's hard to put your life on the line for any reason. It's nice to know." Bringing her face back to up to Faolan, however, the Egyptian shows genuine pleasure at... something. "It's reassuring to hear you say that, in a way, though."
As for antsy... that's an understatement. A little jittery herself, Farah realizes that her sudden attack of nerves is more than likely an echo of the crew's seeming intense nervousness, their jittery energy resonating with her Soul Power. "I don't blame them," she mutters a bit, but follows Faolan out on to the field, trying to steel herself.
~ Think of it as a challenge, ~ her inner voice says.
When Faolan indicates he's ready to go, the young woman nods. "Alright, then... let's see how far we can push each other." And with that, she's on the move, stepping lightly across the distance and attempting to snap a hand onto Faolan's wrist -- the one for the hand not holding the bata, if possible -- and then stop short, throwing all her momentum forward to effectively crash him down to the ground with it.
COMBATSYS: Farah has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Faolan blocks Farah's Medium Throw.
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Given the sort of training he has to deal with day to day a little bit of artillery fire is somewhat a walk in the park. Being hit by one of those things is pretty much the same as being caught in a backbreaker from Clark or a bomb punch from Ralf. He probably has a slight bit of unease due to it, but he hides it well. It doesn't serve an Ikari well to show nervousness or fear afterall. "Just try to keep your footing upon impact. The ground is going to be shaking." he comments to the other fighter then he brings the bata about to hold in front of him with a hand on each end as he waits to see what Farah will do.
He doesn't have to wait since she is quick enough to get ahold of his wrist before he can fully get in his fighting stance. He manages to keep his balance though and she just crashes into him and he is only knocked back a step or two. "Not bad. I like your way of thinking as well." He then grips the bata with both ends and pushes At Farah in an attempt to push he off balance and then he lowers his head to push forward and slam his head against the other fighter's chin. "Hup!"
COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Farah with Sheehan Special.
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Farah 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Faolan
"Thanks for th--" Maybe she should be worried about her footing *now* and not when the artillery starts. When the bata comes toward her, the Egyptian expects that it's intended to actually *strike* her, like most weapons are; she realizes too late, as the girl attempts to duck backwards out of the way, that it can be used for other purposes too, and the angle of her evasion ends up being all wrong compared to the angle of Faolan's attack. The result is that he manages to shove her off balance and the resulting headbutt almost literally knocks her off her feet. It's pretty clear that taking physical punishment is not her forte.
Still, when she staggers back to her feet, she does give Faolan a sort of sheepish smile. "Thanks for the warning," she adds, finishing, before glancing at the bata and tilting her head somewhat. "That's... Irish, right? I don't remember the name. It's great how versatile something so simple can be, huh." A fist comes back and, dramatically, the twin tails of her ribbon trail behind her, fluttering in the wind(?). "Just means I'll have to work that much harder."
The cocking of the fist isn't just dramatic, though; it's also setup for her reprisal. Suddenly the young woman is dashing across the space between herself and Faolan, ducking low when she gets near and then leaping upwards in a rising uppercut, bursts of midnight-blue Soul Power exploding around that beribboned fist, the tails twirling around behind her in a bizarrely perfect double helix.
COMBATSYS: Faolan Toughs Out Farah's Ascending Heart!
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Farah 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Faolan
He grins and gives a nod. "Belonged to my father. Taught me everything I know in style and being a soldier." he explains as he actually has to shake his head a bit to clear the cobwebs. As much as that often works it still makes his head spin a bit. It is also enough that in trying to get rid of the cobwebs he doesn't have really any time to get out of the way of Farah's strike. It almost looks like he is going to bring up his bata to block, but instead he steps forward right into the double uppercut.
It is a rather forceful hit that doesn't take him off his feet, but it does make Faolan stagger back a few steps. The worst part is he is chuckling as he reaches up to rub at his sore jaw. "You pack some punch, ma'am." he says and regrips his bata. "It's a bata stick. I guess if you want to call it a shilleliegh you can as well. Here, have a closer look!" How nice of him to offer, but it isn't exactly in a nice way. The bata is thrust forward to where he can try to slam the end into Farah's sternum before there is a crackling at the end as black energy builds around it and adds an extra little jolt to the female fighter.
COMBATSYS: Farah blocks Faolan's Saying Hello EX.
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Her response is massively, massively inelegant: Farah panics a little bit when a blow that was SUPPOSED to lift Faolan off his feet instead sort of makes him... laugh. It's really her first experience fighting against someone who can do that sort of thing; she knows it was a clean hit, felt her fist connect, yet through sheer bloody toughness and force of will he simply decided not to let it affect him too much. To her, that's practically magic. It also means she's still well within striking distance well before she's had a moment to pull back...
At *literally* the last second, the tip of Faolan's bata slams into Farah's suddenly extended palm, rather than her breastbone. In the end, though, that doesn't seem to help her too much; the impact is still bonecrushingly hard and the burst of black energy that follows makes her actually gasp in pain as it burns around her hand. When it finally ends, she jumps backwards and rubs her hand, taking slow breaths in through her nose. ~ *I* pack a punch? How bad would that have been if I *hadn't* caught it?! ~ rolls on the inner monologue, Farah glancing at her opponent. She actually speaks aloud, however, quickly after: "I think he taught you pretty well, sir," is the only response she can manage. That really hurt!
However, she doesn't want to sit there licking her wounds too long. That said, Farah's not punching with that hand any time soon, either, so she attempts to close the distance again and strike out with a quick snap kick to the shoulder. If it hits, great; if not, it might make Faolan step back a pace or two and give her some much-needed breathing room.
COMBATSYS: Faolan interrupts Light Kick from Farah with Jig Kick.
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For Farah she is probably is experiencing what Faolan does usually when training with someone like Ralf or Leona. Many a times he thought he would land a great hit and the other fighter would just laugh it off before demolishing Faolan afterwards. It is probably why he packs so much punch with his strikes. He has to put alot of force behind it to do any damage to the likes of them. That is unfortunant for someone like Farah because he doesn't realize just how strong he is at times. "Much appreciated." he says with another chuckle. "I am sure he would love to hear that compli-."
He doesn't quite get the time to finish up with what he was saying because he is left having to react quickly to Farah when she dashes in. He is going to bring his stick up to block that punch so he is a bit left open when the kick comes around. He starts to act on instinct and he actually hops off on one foot and brings his other foot up to kick the other leg out from under Farah even as her own kick nails him hard enough to elicit a pained grunt. He lands on both feet and he rolls his shoulders and cricks his neck. "Quick too. I can appreciate that."
Off by the artillery cannon, soldiers have been watching the fight, prepping the gun and taking range of the fighters. They're small targets and moving around a fair bit, which makes it pretty tricky. On the other hand, they don't have armor, so getting a /direct/ hit probably isn't necessary, right? A few guys are off to the side taking bets on just how good a hit they'll land, and then the preparations are done, they're given the signal, and with a thundering launch the shell is flying off toward the general area of Farah and Faolan.
COMBATSYS: Farah dodges Field Artillery's Artillery Shell.
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The funny thing about artillery fire is that there is one tiny benefit that only a professional fighter could take advantage of: you can hear it coming.
Farah is going ass-over-teakettle from the sudden decision of Faolan's to riverdance her right off the battlefield, slamming into the ground with a dirt and sand-raising *WHOOMPF*. When the proverbial smoke clears, it looks like she's rolled backwards out of the way once she came back to her senses, kneeling on the field opposite Faolan and slowly bringing herself to her feet. "You're full of surprises, Mr. Faolan," she says with a smile. A well-rounded fighter. "But I guess I'd expect that from a career soldier... I suppose there isn't time to play around on a battlefi--"
Then there's that whistling noise.
"Case in point, I guess!" is all Farah says, before taking a breath and letting her instincts take over. Maybe it's some strange tapping into the universe through Soul Power, or it's subconscious math and geometery, or plain old stupid good luck. Either way, once the incoming shell makes note of its impending appearance, the Egyptian suddenly ducks off in a random direction, staying low to the ground.
And then, presumably, the shell hits in a massive cloud of dirt, sand, and debris. Farah, for her part, is JUST behind a small hillock or pile of sod that shields her from the blast... but it also means she has no idea if Faolan's okay or not, and that she's not going to charge into the blast zone to find out just yet.
Nobody could possibly survive all that dust.
COMBATSYS: Farah focuses on her next action.
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Farah 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Faolan
COMBATSYS: Faolan blocks Field Artillery's Artillery Shell.
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Farah 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Faolan
The compliment is nice and all, but that whistling is soon heard as well. "Oh shit." he mumbles and he starts to step back as well and then hunkers down to move an arm over his face in hopes of he is as luck as Farah. Unfortunantly he isn't as lucky to get out of the full blast radius like the other fighter. He is hit with dirt and shrapnel that tears up his clothing and lacerates his skin in places. When things start to clear he is starting to stand up as well much like Farah, but a bit worse for wear. "Larger blast zone than I remember." he says more to himself than anything as he frowns at the tears in his clothing. He supposes he is going to have to be more careful this time around.
He finally catches Sight of Farah and he grins again. "Looks like you got out okay. No becoming a splatter on the ground, miss. I rather not win the fight that way." It is said in a joking manner, but it is a bit scary that the fight could very well end that sort of way if one were to take a direct hit. He then holds his bata out in front of him, arms extending fully as the ends crackle a bit with that black energy he used earlier. He takes a deep breath to clear his mind and seems to be readying himself. "Come on now. Lets do this!"
He lets go of the bata with one hand and the other moves to grip it near the middle as he begins twirling it. Energy begins to come off from the twirling bata to form into seven balls of energy that float in the air. That is when that grin returns and Faolan thrusts his bata forward and sends all seven of the orbs sailing forward towards Farah. They all seem to be aimed to meet up once near the girl, forming into one large ball that is intent on rolling right over the Egyptian with rather shocking results.
COMBATSYS: Farah fails to reflect Black Friday Rule from Faolan with Soul Reflect.
- Power fail! -
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"Believe me," she says in return, thankful to see that the blast didn't basically obliterate Faolan into tiny Baileys-soaked pieces, "I'd rather not find out firsthand what an artillery explosion is like." Still and all, the toughness of the man really impresses her. The Egyptian is dimly aware that conventional weapons are often less than effective against trained fighters, such as Faolan and herself, and that the Irishman has experience on the battlefield... but still. That was an artillery shell, not a plain old bullet. You can't just no-sell it like it's a stage prop, but for the most part Faolan himself seems more or less unharmed.
"I'd like to know," the Soul Star says with a smile, a little teasingly, "what your training regimen is like."
But then he's resuming his assault, and Farah braces herself to deal with it. Narrowing her eyes, she watches as he unleashes not another furious bata strike, but another attack using that curious black energy. But projectiles... well, that's something Farah feels prepared to deal with. Bizarrely (to outside observation) she doesn't seem to prepare to get out of the way; instead she pulls the tails of her ribbon taut with the opposite hand, the length of it suddenly sparkling with charged psychic energy. It's going to be hard to get all seven, but she believes she can do it, and with a shout of "Reflect!" swings the ribbon's tails through the air, Rose-like...
...to swing right under the now-converged ball of energy which is attacking at a different angle, and slams into her full-force.
THAT she was not prepared for, and it shows; the Egyptian slumps forward, eyes wide. Whatever that was, it was a distinctly *unpleasant* experience. ~ Maybe that's what the power of someone used to the battlefield is like... ~
It seems that attack took something out of him as well. The expenditure of all that energy has the Ikari Warrior breath a bit heavier than he was a few moments agao as he straightens back up more into his usual fighting stance. Using chi like that is still something he is getting used to overall and releasing that much at once can be tiring at times. Especially when already well into a fight. The fact that Farah still seems to not be out cold is impressive. It only ends up getting a nod of approval from Faolan. "And good pain tolerance. Huh, maybe you were a soldier in a previous life." Though in reality he is trying to joke as he tries to figure ou what he has to do to finally take this girl out before he is too tired to get out of the way of the next barrage.
He figures at least right now she is a bit worse for wear so it might be best to continue striking instead of give her time to fully recover. It is the first time he breaks into a full run and lumbers towards Farah at full speed. He lets go of his bata to extend one hand out in an attempt to grab the woman by her top before lifting and twisting his body about to quickly throw her aside and back to the ground. Keeping her down is probably the best thing he can do at the moment.
COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Farah with Quick Throw.
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For whatever reason, that attack really seemed to do a number on Farah. Perhaps one of the more practical reasons is that the vagaries of chi -- its use and defending against it -- are not her strong suit. But in truth, she's feeling a little overwhelmed. Perhaps having an artillery shell go off in your vicinity can rattle you, even if it doesn't actually CONNECT in any meaningful way. So when Faolan darts in to get ahold of her, Farah's attempt to dodge is a little too sluggish compared to his, and she ends up on the ground, looking up with a sort of dazed expression for a moment.
However, the pain also has the helpful effect of jarring her back to her senses, and Farah doesn't even wait to get back up before she decides to counterattack. Faolan's worked a bit of the Irish jig into his technique... well, the Egyptian has a bit of dancer in her, too. Planting her hands behind her as if she's going to push herself up in a backwards roll, Farah instead gives a little "Ei!" and kicks upwards with both legs, looking to smack Faolan right in the stomach if he doesn't move away in time. In either case, Farah finishes by turning that rising kick into a backwards cartwheel, twin ribbon tails spiralling out behind her in the process.
COMBATSYS: Faolan endures Farah's Combo Attack.
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He remains in motion once he tosses Farah aside. He isn't going to make it easy for the girl if he can help it. He has a feeling another volley will be shot soon and he rather have this ended before that sort of thing can happen. Of course he is a bit caught off guard when he thinks Farah is going to roll back and instead he finds himself about to be kicked. He tenses up and he lets out a loud 'OOOF' when those feet slam into him and stagger him back a few steps. "Whew. I knew there was a bit of fight left in ya." he manages to get out while trying to regain his breath.
He is quick to step forward though as she moves backwards. He isn't giving her much room to play keepaway and he just presses his attack. This time he swings with his bata, letting the end of his stick come down to slam on the top of her right shoulder. "Be prepared." He doesn't really quite give what she should be prepared for, but it can be assumed it is for another round of fire or perhaps he is just warning he isn't going to be letting up any time soon.
COMBATSYS: Farah fails to counter Medium Strike from Faolan with Gekirinju.
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This is just not her day.
The 'be prepared' is well-spoken, though in her own way, Farah already WAS prepared; that seemingly decorative ribbon, as she twirls back to a standing position, suddenly sparks to life with Soul Power, so that when she gets back to a standing position it's held in front of her much like before, the horizontal line of the ribbon reflected in the set of her jaw. Something is bothering her, and critically, keeping her from performing at her best. That, more than her bad luck in the fight, seems to be bothering her. That Faolan -- graciously and politely -- reminded her to be on her guard says a lot about that, to Farah's own self-perception. Unfortunately, it also makes her second guess herself a bit, so that when he swings for her shoulder, she hesitates on snagging the weapon with her ribbon, the blow sending her staggering back.
~ What is it that's bugging me so much...? ~
Drawing herself up once she recovers, Farah gives Faolan a rueful smile. "Not done quite yet. But... whatever happens, let's try and fight again in a different setting, okay?" she offers, taking a deep breath. "I don't think you're seeing my best, and you've been a good sport and a strong opponent. You deserve all I can give."
This is an off day for the girl? Faolan has to raise his brow at that, but then he gives a nods and smiles back. "Hey, whatever you want. Next time we won't have to worry about lead raining down on his even." he says with a ragged laugh. If this is an off day and she is still standing after the barrage of attacks he has given her then he really has no idea what this woman can do when she is on her game. It is worth checking out for sure in his mind. Some sparring never hurt anyone, anyways.
He is quickly brought about to the task at hand though. Mentioning the barrage of lead reminds him another shot might come at any time. He quickly glances to see if anything is about to fire, but then quickly he lunges forward, his focus on using that bata as if it were a rapier instead to slam the tip right into the stomach of Farah and knock the air out of her. He also looks a bit tense just to wait and see what happens. In case something is fired he is more ready to get moving as well as grabbing Farah to get out of the way if need be.
So, the last volley from the artillery crew wasn't very on target. Now they've got some incentive to do better. They don't want to look bad on television, now do they? One soldier with binoculars keeps a steady eye on the progress of the fight, shouting out changes in the position of the two fighters as the crew takes aim. But you can only spend so long preparing, eventually you've just got to go ahead and do it. "Fire!"
COMBATSYS: Farah dodges Field Artillery's Artillery Shell.
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COMBATSYS: Farah counters Bata Thrust from Faolan with Gensekiju.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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The fact that Faolan agreed, or at least seemed sympathetic, makes Farah quite happy. The sound of another incoming artillery shell totally does not. In fact, for some reason, these assaults with the artillery weapons seem to, for some reason, actually NOT be the thing that's distracting her. Why? Because when this one comes, Farah kicks into something approaching overdrive. In fact, if Faolan looks, he can actually SEE a sort of dull sheen of cobalt blue fade in over her otherwise bright violet eyes, the second the whistling starts, diving in to attack her as he is.
In a bizarrely quick movement, the Irishman's bata is suddenly caught, wrapped totally around by that unnervingly prehensile-seeming ribbon, catching it totally in place. The shimmer of Soul Power around the ribbon then streaks out, running up the bata and into Faolan's system, right before Farah makes a sweeping motion of the arm and the poor Ikari is effectively flung away, the ribbon acting like a sort of slingshot.
Then she kinda... blurs and is gone.
When she comes back to her senses, it's standing near a partially-collapsed wall, the shell's burst of debris and shrapnel hitting the stone remains rather than Farah herself. Which is good, because the Egyptian is now looking down at her hands, asking aloud: "...what just happened?"
COMBATSYS: Faolan Toughs Out Field Artillery's Artillery Shell!
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Things turn out in a way Faolan was totally not expecting. While running forward he hears the sound of the artillery firing again and he is more than ready to keep running and scope up Farah if he is hit or not. Instead it is Farah sending Faolan for a ride. It catches him off guard quite a bit and is tossed into the air to where things are made rather hard for him to get out of the way or even put up a good sort of defense. What is an Ikari to do? He just grins and takes the blast that goes off nearby. It almost looks like a direct hit on the ground below him and he is caught in the explosion and engulfed in smoke.
Things start to clear and there is an outline of a figure standing that is soon to be Faolan. One end of his bata is firmly in the ground and both of his hands rest on the top of it as he is leaned forward. His shirt is pretty much gone and even one of his pantlegs is shreaded from the knee down. There is blood coming out of various small gashes and cuts all over the exposed parts of his body and yet he still stands. How long he can maintain staying upright remains to be seen. He does seem to be focused on where Farah has ended up and he leans back and pulls the bata free from the earth. "Hnn, not done..."
His energy is draining fast as he dashes forward right for the girl. He pulls back the bata and comes forward with another thrust once the distance is closed. It is aimed to slam into her chest and throw her off balance so he can continue his assualt. What comes is an assault of various swings as the bata is aimed to slam into all the parts of the woman's body before one last sweeping motion is made to take her legs out from under her and he then falls forward as he brings the stick up and down to slam into the girl one last time as he hits the ground with a large faceplant. He ain't getting up after that.
COMBATSYS: Faolan can no longer fight.
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The Egyptian had slowly crept back onto the field, looking for Faolan, as well. The last time the smoke had cleared, he'd managed to just barely defend himself from the blast and send a really painful counterattack Farah's way. Now, well... now she's going to be a little more circumspect, especially s--
He is not only standing but he doesn't even appear to have MOVED. Farah doesn't even bother to disguise her surprise at that, eyes widening, footsteps coming to a slow, then a halt.
Even as he's charging her, Farah can't help but smile, and say: "Mister Faolan... you're pretty amazing."
And then he's upon her, undeterred by his injuries, and she attempts to dodge that first strike but Faolan's incredible perseverance shines through. It might his last stand, but he seriously tears into her before he ends up facedown on the ground, so much that the last slam basically makes her bounce off the ground a few feet away, on her back, staring blankly up at the sky.
As she drifts off into unconsciousness, though, she is indeed smiling. That was worth it.
COMBATSYS: Farah takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Farah can no longer fight.
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And as the smoke clears, the soldier watching through the binoculars sees two prone bodies. He grins then turns and flashes his buddies a thumbs-up.
Log created on 14:57:39 10/16/2010 by Farah, and last modified on 15:44:57 10/21/2010.