Description: After finding out about Rust once knowing his sifu. Quon heads to Pacific High School to honor his memory by challenging him to a spar. Little do either men know that Quon had someone following him. A mutual acquaintance.
SOME TIME BEFORE THE AMAZING KYOKUGEN ADVENTURES OF HOWARD RUST...
It's just another day at Pacific High, where one Howard Rust is effectively being bullied around by his fellow faculty to help fix some benches out in the Athletics Field. He has absolutely no idea what it is about these benches that just keep breaking or needing repairs when Pacific, typically, spares no expenses in creating a luxurious learning environment.
School's out for the day, and kids are on their way to whatever interests them out in Southtown for the afternoon. There's no sports practice for today, a rarity, though star player Roy Bromwell is tossing a football back and forth with a freshman that's recently joined the team as a leisurely sort of thing.
"Grk." The shop teacher grunts as he sits up from underneath the latest bench, shaking out his right hand every so often. Some days, it's really hard for him to grip certain tools with that hand. Screws, screws are totally the worst. He's not as fast as before, but, he still has a job to do. Not that he... particularly enjoys certain parts of it very much.
Wiping his brow, he sits on the newly fixed bench and takes in the sights.
As for Quon, he finally convinced Antoine to get an email address because with his constant traveling backpacking fighter life style, Snail Mail makes it impossible to respond to Antoine before he's moved on to the next location. In the process of convincing Antoine to as he put it, 'Get a damn email address or cell phone,' Antoine informed him of someone who once knew their master.
Quon wanting to meet him got his information and soon stopped by Pacific to find Rust. After asking around, he finally found him at the field repairing benches which is when he waves to the man sitting on a bench now. "Excuse me. Could you direct me to where Mr. Rust is located?"
Cammy is meanwhile like some sort of curse that follows Quon around wherever he goes. Who knows how she knows where to be, but it's probably not too hard to think of psychic assassins combing towns for evidence, or perhaps persuading Shadaloo techies to hack email accounts, or all sorts of nefarious, possibly illegal private eye type stuff.
Cammy has learned, a little, anyway. She has a long fur lined leather coat on today, not nearly as cool in her mind as her little red riding hood cloak, and probably not quite as effective either as it shows off incongruous combat boots and bare calves unlike the much bigger cloak. On the other hand it is a school, and some kids have zany clothes of their own, so she doesn't look /too/ out of place, as she pads across the field towards Quon and Rust.
The forty-year-old man looks up to make eye contact when he's addressed. There's an uncomfortable pause when he sizes him up, eyes narrowing a little. Is the young man intruding, coming from the wrong direction? No, hardly. He just looks awful familiar.
In fact, he looks exactly like the guy in that photo that weird lady in the cloak with the British accent was looking for. He scratches the side of his head with his left hand.
"Yeah, you're talkin' to him," he clears his throat, "'scuse me." Mr. Rust genuinely looks like his surname. That awful combover in a poor attempt to hide early onset baldness, the way he moves wearily as though the world around him is just slowly eroding him away... and yet, there he is right now, in the flesh.
He stands up from the bench, a disconcerting creaking noise from one of his legs as he extends his right hand for a handshake. If Quon takes him up on it, it's not particularly strong - surprisingly not so, considering the man's size and build.
Quon does take him up on the offer of shaking his hand but when he does so the surprise sets in at first but he mentally waves it off assuming that Rust just is trying to avoid one of those crushing handshakes that has everyone screaming for dear life.
"My name is Quon Chen. I was told that you knew our Sifu." He draws back his hand with a grin as he steps back and looks around the school grounds. "After hearing about you from my friend Antoine, I had hoped to spar with you."
At the moment though. He's blissfully unaware of Cammy's presence. It would be cute. Like a homicidal puppy dog following you to school.
Cammy is not homicidal! She's perfectly controlled. Vega wouldn't have it any other way.
And Quon is suddenly aware of her now, as she's right at his elbow, looking up at Rust, brushing stray blonde hair out of her eyes. "Good morning." she says pleasantly enough to Rust. "I remember you. You were very helpful.". Indeed, she wouldn't be here if not for Rust, most likely.
And then she glances over at Quon. "Well. You didn't send me any emails yet. But, I heard you might be looking for training, and I did say I would help you, remember?". She smiles a thin smile. "So, here I am anyway.". So attentive!
Poor Quon.
He doesn't see that lady creeping around either. He can't help but think about it when the young man introduces himself as Quon Chen. Wait, he's Quon Chen, who she was looking for... who he was also looking for. He had a name and address but not a face. She had a face but not an address or name.
Well, shit, he thinks. How often does that happen? He's hoping this kid's not wanted for something across national waters or something. Based on that lady's accent she wasn't from around Southtown or anything. A private investigator, or something else?
"Yeah... met him back in my, my twenites," the man slowly nods, "he 'n I, had a good spar. Uh... he kicked my ass." He's not sure how to put it in simpler terms than that. The late master was worthy of that title. Straightening his back out a bit with another set of noisy pops, his right hand sets itself atop the makeshift hilt of that rusty length of pipe thrust through a toolbelt pocket by his left hip.
He catches himself. He's technically still on the clock!! But... then again, far as he knows, the local coaches and just about anyone who'd care has decided to go out and eat at some fancy restaurant while he's working. He doubts any of the other kids would snitch on him.
In that moment he contemplates, there's that voice again! That lady! He looks up with a start when he hears that voice, sees those eyes... it's her. It's her, all right.
"Uh... yeah." And you were kind of annoying, he catches himself from saying. "Didn't realize that, uh, this kid here was the same one in the photo."
He gestures with his left thumb over to her. "I dunno how you, how you two know one another, but... some time back. Week, maybe? A week? She came outta nowhere and, and showed me a picture of you." He's still a bit wary about what she's after - she offers to help train him? Huh.
"Didn't know that was, that was you at the time. Uh, how do ya two know... know one another, anyway?"
Quon takes some time to process the information. First of how Rust and Quon's master met and sparred. Then of that voice... The first thought in Quon's mind is, 'Are you frickin kidding me?' When Rust mentions the photo, a look of incredulousness appears on his face.
Quon ponders his own response. Probably best to leave out that she broke into his house to share some cheesecake with him. And the fact that she showed a picture of him makes for an extremely awkward situation. "You probably won't believe this..." Hell Quon doesn't believe this and he actually had witnessed how a good portion of how this played out. "But we met at an arcade near Sound Beach. Uh yeah the training. There were some things I need to take care of first. However since you're here now, might as well see what you're working with, Cammy."
He shifts into his Chongquan stance, a bit more loose, and relaxed than the type of stance he might have seen from Antoine but still, it's recognizably Chongquan. His lips curl into a wry grin as he mutters, "How the hell do I manage to get myself into these situations?"
COMBATSYS: Quon has started a fight here.
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Cammy nods, as Quon explains to Rust. "Yes, thats right, we met in an arcade. Quon taught me everything I know about fighting, which isn't very much. Meh. Fei long.". She frowns a little, remembering the humiliation, but she's kinda waiting on bumping into the real Fei Long at some point, that'll have the potential to make her feel better, knowing that the world is in it's proper state no matter what the games say.
She turns to Quon, and then blinks at Rust. "You were going to train with him?" she asks, curious. "He doesn't really look like much of a fighter, but then. I suppose Rufus doesn't, either.". Or herself, for that matter.
"A shame I don't really know kung fu very well." she admits. "But I know some things.". She turns to facw Quon, and tilts her head, curious, and waiting.
COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Quon
This is so incredibly awkward for the two guys here, make no mistake. They met at an arcade by the beach...? So, was she just looking for someone she's smitten with, or what? Young romance... ah, that does bring him back a bit, even though he's still reeling from learning his girlfriend back in America's been cheating on him.
Cammy's her name? The teacher thinks about it a bit, isn't there a famous British fighter by that name? The way she says she's learned everything she knows about fighting she got from Quon, though... maybe it's just a coincidence. Maybe.
"Well, uh... I don't mind... training, I guess." He was getting all psyched up for just a good way to pass the time, something better than thanklessly fixing benches /again/. With the third wheel here, though, things are a touch more awkward.
Especially when she says he doesn't look like much of a fighter! Lady, he'd tell her through that little frown of his, you wouldn't believe what I've been through.
His right hand falls upon the rusted length of pipe by his left hip as he draws it out of the toolbelt. It's a bit stubborn about it. It takes several tugs to get it out of there.
"C'mon then," he grunts as he rolls his right shoulder and adopts his own ready stance, leaning forward with his unarmed left arm while pointing Ol' Rusty down and away.
COMBATSYS: Rust has joined the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rust
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"To answer your question, my Fair Lady..." Getting his obligatory one movie/theater reference per fight out of the way. "This isn't so much about training as learning more about my master through fighting him." He doesn't mention the fact that he's dead. In fact if she's already figured out that he'd be here and found his dorm to break into it, she probably knows already or if she doesn't she obviously has the resources to find out.
He takes a deep breath and then steps forward as he leads with a kick to the shin before pushing outward with a pair of flaming palms towards Rust's chest.
Cammy frowns and points at Rust, now a little incredulous. "And he is your master?" she asks him, pointing at him with one small finger. She finds that quite hard to believe, no offence intended to the unfortunate Rust. "Oh. You have chi." she says, blue eyes focusing on Quon's hands. "You have done quite a lot of training already, then." she observes, a little surprised.
She just stands quiet, watching. Maybe she'll talk more after she sees how well Quon does! Or not.
COMBATSYS: Cammy takes no action.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rust
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COMBATSYS: Rust Toughs Out Quon's Immovable Mountain!
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Howard Rust is more than willing to honor that man's memory even with that off-kilter reunion with the lady who was interrupting his late lunch over there. He can see the difference in stance between Quon and Antoine already - Quon seems even peppier. A bit more excitable, in comparison. Maybe it's the eagerness talking.
The kick comes much too fast for the teacher to reasonably react to, but his shin doesn't buckle. The two flaming palms get an equally open shot, the flames washing outward across the teacher's chest before dispersing, as chi does on contact with the human body eventually.
The grit of his teeth and the lack of any sort of flinching basically says it outright, 'you can do better than that,' as he tries to thrust Ol' Rusty somewhere around Quon's hip level much too soon for a man meeting a technique named as a mountain that cannot be moved.
The thing is, it's not so much a strike - he literally tries to hook it somewhere in Quon's clothing, then spin him about behind him with both hands on the pipe, like a wrecking ball escaping from the chain it's attached to.
He gets too caught up in the heat of the moment to really dignify Cammy with a proper reply about whether or not he /is/ in fact Quon's master.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Rust's Wrecking Ball Swing.
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Quon's mouth drops open in surprise as he sees Rust unmoved by the technique. In spite of Rust's retaliation occuring sooner than he expected, he doesn't quite keep the pipe from gaining purchase. He does manage to resist the attempt to swing him around digging his feet in as Rust attempts to swing him about. He slides three inches as he holds his ground. The strain of resisting that movement takes a toll on his legs and he grunts with the effort and pain.
With a deflecting motion he finally knocks the pipe away from his clothes and then comes in with a with straight punch to the chest.
COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Quon's Strong Punch.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Rust
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When Quon knocks the pipe away, he does more than that - the pipe drops out of Mr. Rust's hand entirely as it hits the grass just by his feet. A defensively dangerous position to be in! Unarmed, and Quon's already coming in with a respectable punch about chest level.
A punch that he takes in the left forearm. The teacher acknowledges the fact that it /is/ a good punch with a low grunt. Quon could do better, and this time - given he flinched a bit, even on a block - he'd say he did.
Not so much better to stop him from trying to grab that outstretched hand and tug him forward off his feet, picking up Ol' Rusty off the ground and trying to thrust the business end straight into Quon's chest, though.
COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Quon with Armed Combo.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Rust
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In throwing that straight, Quon slid himself out of the strong stance provided by the Immovable Mountain technique. This proves to be his downfall as it enables Rust to pull him off center and then pull him into the waiting length of Ol' Rusty forcing a grunt from his lips.
With his weight forward he tries to quickly adapt. He lowers his shoulder into the Pacific High teacher as he pushes his leg forward and past the bigger man before swinging it back as he tries to gently kick Rust's legs from under him. The fall that follows however won't be so gentle.
COMBATSYS: Rust endures Quon's Medium Throw.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Rust
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The Pacific brawler pulls Ol' Rusty back after the thrust, although a grunt escapes from his lips even though he's not the one who got whacked. He slides Ol' Rusty a little bit down for a bit better of a hold. He's not about to count Quon out of the picture, hell, if he and Antoine were training partners, this kid is every bit as good - maybe even better, but it just may be the livelier stance and flashier lights of that double palm that might be fooling him into thinking more the latter.
He's not terribly unsteady when Quon gets his shoulder up against him, but he does make the mistake of thinking there's going to be more up top. His legs are unguarded. A gentle kick under his legs really, truly and largely, prove to be just that.
Gentle.
Rather than fall on his back, he falls to a kneel as his left knee impacts the grass and dirt. This particular knee's already a bit sore from today's work, and it makes it sting just a bit more. It's not enough to make him stop and try to soak in the pain as he reaches up for Quon with his left hand, trying to push him down to a kneel with his back to the older man before trying to thrust the butt of Ol' Rusty into his back a couple times.
COMBATSYS: Quon fails to interrupt Hammering from Rust with Crossing the Bridge.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Rust
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Quon tries to respond by jumping to slip free of the push as the golden flames of chi set his foot a glow. He doesn't quite much more than an inch off the ground before he's forced into a kneeling position. The shots to the back from Ol' Rusty are just insult to injury as breath is driven from his lungs.
After that he tries to crawl away and hopefully get into a position where he can get himself to his feet and more breath into his lungs. "Heh. You got me."
That in particular was not exactly the sort of thing he ought to be pulling on someone in a friendly spar. Even with the weaker grip on his right hand, a single butt strike from Ol' Rusty is still vicious. A few of them in short succession can steal the air out of just about anyone's lungs. If his grip were more sure, he could've gotten another one or two in there in that same span of time.
"You... you okay?" The teacher clears his lungs. Agh, he hates this mutant grass they use in the fields, it just sets off his allergies and it's not at all peasant. Pulling himself up to his own two feet, he does give a wary glance over to the strangely enthusiastic stalker of Quon over there. Just her being there, watching, is enough to steal away any sort of renewed wind or vigor the momentary pause might bring him.
"Sorry, guess I, guess I got carried away." He stretches out the leg with the respective knee he landed on from Quon's little kick-the-legs-out trick, the popping noise especially unpleasant. It's going to take more than a stretch to work the pain out of that.
"You need a sec, you can have it." He's not sure how strict a man their Sifu was. Betterment through fighting is one thing in respect for that guy he himself only ever got to meet the once so long ago - but in showing remembrance for the man he doesn't want to accidentally hospitalize one of the students carrying on his legacy.
COMBATSYS: Rust takes no action.
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Quon slowly rises to his feet and takes a deep breath as he follows Rust's glance over to Cammy as he rolls his neck. It's enough to mentally get him center. He chooses not to stop and catch his breath though. He doesn't want to break the rhythm of the combat.
He curls his lips into a grin as he slides into that energetic version of the Chongquan stance though his breathing doesn't show him as energetic as his movements are.
He moves, quickly towards Rust, attempting to get back his breath through changing the tempo of the fight by throwing a few kicks to the side testing the waters before he goes to exhert himself again.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rust with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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That smile is all telling. Mr. Rust has run into some really crazy kids in his time in Southtown who really, really, really enjoy getting hit, always smiling at him after he reluctantly brought a hard hit on them. It's no secret, he doesn't like hitting children. Especially when he's a schoolteacher in a very well-to-do school where that sort of thing might see him fired or in jail.
At least Quon seems like he's... about legal age for a kid by Japan's standards, or close to it. That doesn't make the grin any less unsettling, though. Let alone the sheer speed that Quon's coming back at him with!
He misreads the first kick in that series as a singular attack in intent, leaning back to avoid the first of them with only the foot brushing against his side as a reminder of how much force that one kick in itself might bring to bear. As he leans in to push his own attack, the rest of them come in well before he's the wiser. The first clean hit of that series gets a loud exhale.
The second, one of his trademark bizarre string of consonant noises as he leans heavily towards the direction he's just been struck in. Any further, and it's enough to get him to a kneel for what would ultimately amount to a comparatively light series of hits by almost anyone's standards. Nobody can doubt that they were clean hits with visible effect - a sign that Quon might be able to turn the whole mess around yet.
"Okay," the man wheezes, "you didn't need the, the sec." That there's as good an apology for selling Quon's ability to fight short as he can muster, not just to him, but to his master too.
From his kneeling position, Ol' Rusty in his right hand sways about in a sort of conic trail, perhaps a tell as he gives it a single spin in his hand before suddenly thrusting it upwards with his return to a standing position, a single horizontally advancing uppercut that he would consider the one technique he'd rely on most in the pinch. The Cement Upper.
Which, to date, still has next to nothing to do with cement.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Rust's Cement Upper.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Rust
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Cammy is watching quietly off to one side, not wanting to disturb the two of them as they go at it. She's a little saddened to see Quon slowly being mastered, though. She is, of course, silently rooting for Quon after all. And by a guy with 'hair' like that too, terrible.
But then Quon counterattacks, and Rust is sent backwards, clearly winded, and Quon is suddenly on top of him, at least for a while. And Cammy actually speaks, after a long silence. "That's better, Quon..." she says faintly. High praise and high emotion from the Doll!
In Quon's case, he smiles because he knows the show must go on. It's a cliche but he knows it to be true. Quon steps back after he lands those kicks he hops to the side loosening himself up and letting his body relax before he catches sight of the wind up. He shoots in and Quon is ready intercepting the strike with one hand with a grunt and he's forced to back track in the face of the sheer power of Howard Rust.
The forced back track also puts him within kicking range and he plans to take full advantage of it by snapping out a rapid fire series of kicks that are fast enough that it looks as though he's kicking in three places simultaneously.
COMBATSYS: Rust Toughs Out Quon's Seven Dragon Tails!
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Pipe meets Quon's unrelenting will, and the feedback of that block travels all the way down Howard's forearm. He winces - that kid's still got a lot of fight left in him. The draw back motion is wide and not at all an efficient use of motion - but this is more so he keeps a hold of his weapon instead of accidentally dropping it again!
Quon comes in with those kicks. So fast, it feels like he's being struck in three different places simultaneously even though he only registers, visibly speaking, just one. Chest, belt, face. He only assumes it's being kicked and not just parts of his body feeling sore from today's work. Whatever the case, the extremely rapid series of kicks don't manage the same feat his previous series of kicks did.
He's not being pushed back, he's not flinching. For all the game Quon is bringing to the table, Rust's only answer - telegraphed with a telltale huff preceding the obvious signs of physical fatigue - is a single, fierce uppercut with his left arm, enough force behind it to launch Quon skyward unless he's on the ball.
If he can't stop it there...
COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Quon with Crane Launch.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rust
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The single punch is hard enough to launch just about anyone a ways into the air. He might even launch Quon a little too high up for himself to easily leap up and catch, considering Mr. Rust's jumping capabilities are not exactly... stellar.
Once he feels he can reach him, he pushes his legs to the limit - yes, even with that one specific knee complaining with a creak - and leaps up after Quon to hook the pipe somewhere in Quon's clothing and, both hands on the pipe, spin him round and round and round and round in the air before the momentum is enough to send Quon flying off to wherever else in the field.
As Rust touches down on the ground, the grown up responsible adult part of him is absolutely praying that he did not just launch Quon into a bench.
He really, really, really does not want to have to fix another bench right now.
Round and Round Quon goes. Where he'll stop? No one knows... Except maybe those birds that are flying out of the tree that seems to be headed to. With a resounding crash, finds himself bouncing off of the tree and getting caught on a tree branch by his boxers.
Hitting the tree by itself was enough to put Quon in a world of agony. The following wedgie from hell was insult to injury. To his credit he doesn't scream but it looks as though he's ready to let loose with a few expletives.
The branch doesn't bear his weight for long before he falls off and lands on a bench in a seated position. The bench doesn't break, fortunately.
Quon rises to his feet and gives one final charge towards Rust before he lashes out with another series of kicks. One foot becomes two. Two become three. Three become five just from the immense amount of speed of the Chongquan fighter. He then switches legs, rapidly kicking at Rust so fast that it looks like five feet are attacking him at the same time over and over. Then the kicks stop and he throws himself forward with a wild punch before falling face first to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Quon can no longer fight.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rust
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rust with Wild Dragon.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Rust
The loud shaking of that nearby tree is good cue enough as to where Quon's gone off to. The teacher's already moving up a bit closer with the intent to get up and pull him down. His face is one of almost abject horror as he witnesses what's about to go on here.
Agh! He's hanging just above a bench! If he falls on top of that he might break it! He hoofs it, though the speed he runs at is barely able to be qualified as a jog, a shoulder popping as he huffs and puffs and exerts what stamina he has to draw closer.
He can't hope to catch Quon in time as he comes crashing down - and it sure looks painful - atop the bench on his seat. The man breathes a deep sigh of relief. Dear God, in retrospect, to be relieved more about the state of the bench as opposed to this other guy is really kind of terrible.
Quon is quick to repay this, all right, already on top of him with that one final charge, kick after kick after kick. By the third kick, the man is already reeling back, spittle flying freely out of his mouth at least twice with every fierce, wild, unleashed kick.
Mr. Rust looks much less the part of a mountain with a very bad combover and more a sandbag as he twists about in a vain attempt to keep his balance with every kick, heels digging into the turf as every strike just keeps pushing him back, and back, and back.
The kicks end. He's swaying back and forth, jaw held open as he's trying to come to his senses. There's really something odd about the way he himself sways. Not that it's physically impossible, it's more like... sudden movements between three pre-determined postures. Swaying with sudden stops. It's very old-fashioned.
The final wild punch hits him square in the chest, knocking him plain off his feet as he corkscrews a short ways across the field. Quon's sifu taught him well - as good a series of hits as Antoine could bring to bear.
He lands in the grass face-down, nostrils flaring as he gets an up close and personal kiss with that species of genetically altered grass he so very much loathes. A loud sneeze following a wheeze later, he rolls about on his back and sits up with a start, a low, prolonged groan.
"I'll, uh, I'll... call that a draw if you'd like," he says as he spies Quon lying face-down on the ground. He'll need a moment to pull himself up so he can help Quon up, unless that mysterious lady with the same nationality and name as that famous British fighter is quicker to help Quon up first.
COMBATSYS: Rust takes no action.
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Cammy waits politely until the dust has settled, and Rust has recovered from being kicked a lot. She didn't know Quon had a killer bee assault of is his own! But eventually it is over, and Quon is face first, broken. She knows how that feels - not good. Though at least this was a friendly matchup.
She trots over to the downed Quon, picking him up. "I was worried I would have nothing to say about how you fight with your unfamiliar, but you have a lot of kicks, and kicks are one of my specialties, fortunately." she tells him as she hauls him to his feet. Maybe he can hear, maybe not.
Log created on 11:06:57 11/11/2010 by Quon, and last modified on 08:55:59 11/13/2010.