Description: Feets, fists, and sticks. Between these three fighters most parts of the body are probably usable as weapons. Also, big sticks for hitting someone over the head with. Seeing similar styles compete in a contest of skill can be fun, but sometimes people just want to see a crazy mash up. And then debate for days on the internet about who has the strongest style. (Draw Match)
It isn't often that Aranha signs up for Saturday Night Fight. Between his busy schedule, and the fact that some of the gimmicks are insane, it always seemed less appealing than the alternative. This week, was unusually quiet.
Then when he received the fight card, he flipped(literally) for two reasons. First, he finally ended up in an SNF match that didn't put him in rediculous, life endangering situations. Second, he personally had been wanting to test himself against this particular opponent for a long time. After all that had settled in a third reason occured to him. It would be taking place at Red Arena which had a variety of environments and that would open a multitude of options for him.
A crowd has filled up the arena and the time has come for the announcers to introduce the fighters. When Aranha is called out he runs out into the arena with a grin on his face then moves towards a tree and leans against it and waits for the others to arrive and the match to begin.
Meanwhile, Marisol's presence in the SNF circuit has been sparse, thanks to 'actually taking her studies seriously,' among a wide array of excuses she's likely to give anyone who asks. Still, she had begun to miss the thrill of punching people in the face as hard as she can, and decided she'd give up some of her academia in favor of doing precisely that.
And so, one signup later, Marisol finds herself in Red Arena. It isn't a place she is unfamiliar with; she's not only watched fights here, but has participated in some here in the past. The variety of terrain was always a fun variable to deal with.
Today, Marisol is...oddly quiet. Entering wearing a basic pair of ragged jeans (always STYLISH) and a pastel pink hoodie-shirt, the half-Spaniard girl enters and immediately turns her attentions onto Aranha. She /thinks/ he seems familiar, but--
"Have we met before?" she wonders, hands in her hoodie pockets, gaze squinting.
When the call was made and Faolan found out what is going to happen for SNF this week around he has to pause a moment. No real tricks? He just has to do that whole chaos agent thing and that is it? Not to mention he is on solid ground without things being dropped from artillery or the like. The Ikari Warrior is all smiles as he steps into the arena himself and idly taps his bata off of a shoulder. He hasn't been into the stadium for a fight himself, but he has been inside of it a few times to watch fights when a good one has tickets available. Well, that and when he has vacation time to get them.
He pulls off his hat long enough to wave it to the crowd and then plops it back down on his head. No, people probably don't recognize him too much, but who cares. He is going to have some fun and that is all that really matters. "Allo allo allo." He says to both fighters and he tips his hat a bit to Marisol. "Parasol." he says to her and he decides to step back to keep away from the pair so they can go at it when things finally happen. He lets the end of his bata press into the ground and he lets both hands rest on the other end as he idly glances back and forth to see what happens.
"No. No we haven't." He pauses for a moment as he rolls his neck. Before he's about to say anything else, the announcement for Faolan is sounded and he finds himself waiting for the next fighter to arrive and he gives a nod to the Irishman before stepping back and covering his mouth to hide the snicker at the 'Parasol' comment.
When he gets his composure. He finally says what he was planning on saying. "It's possible you might recognize me from a few fights with other Pacific students."
He glances around at the terrain and then to the other two fighters. "I suppose we should get started." That is when he begins to sway. Dancing as he watches the other two fighters.
COMBATSYS: Aranha has started a fight here.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Aranha
COMBATSYS: Faolan has joined the fight here on the top side.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Aranha
"Mmh?" is Marisol's response. Another fighter?
SOMEONE forgot to read the dossier beyond 'where to show up at and what time.'
A casual shrug follows, arms reaching up to rest lazily behind her head as the Warrior steps up and makes himself known. The comment and complete butchering of her name is noted, but the redhead just scoffs lightly and looks away. When Aranha has had his fill of snickering, she finally turns back to him.
"Oh, have you fought them?" she wonders aloud before dropping her arms. Popping her knuckles, she eases into some kind of boxer's stance. "Did you beat 'em real good? I hope so; I need a challenge!"
Since Faolan doesn't appear to be in any kind of stance, she goes and just presumes he's here to occasionally throw people a punch with his fancy stick. Noting that mentally, Marisol levels her attentions back on Aranha.
"Hope you're ready, 'cause I sure as hell am!" is her warning before she dashes in, attempting to deck Aranha in the facemeats with a straight punch. "HYAAH!" The fact there is someone with a stick around her waiting to slap them goes over her head for the moment.
No true stance has been taken yet, but when it looks like the festivities are set to begin he at least readies his bata. In this sort of case he really has no reason to get in his usual defensive stance. That sort of thing really doesn't work when playing the role of a chaos agent afterall. There is no reason for him to jump in just yet anyways. He should let those two fighters at least feel one another out before having to deal with the lovely distraction of someone swinging at them wildly.
He straightens up and he twirls his bata about in a hand then grips it in the middle as he looks between both pugilist and the man with the fancy footwork. If anything it should be fun to watch the pair go at it for a moment. For now he takes a nice long look at the pair and decides when he will come out and strike. "Oi, you both make these people happy!" he yells out to them and chuckles slightly. If these two got called out to the red arena for a match they must have some awesome stuff to strut.
COMBATSYS: Faolan focuses on his next action.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Aranha
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Aranha with Medium Punch.
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Faolan 0|-------|-------
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
Aranha doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he attempts a lethargic looking dodge. It's almost somewhat true. He didn't put full effort in the dodge because it was one of those situations where he could probably learn more by taking the shot than never finding out anything about her. But if he could evade it, he wouldn't present himself as a target to something worse.
The end result is he catches the fist right on the chin. He spins with the force as he drops down to the ground with a leg partially extended as he pretty much sits on the heel of the folded leg. After that, he throws himself forward as he lashes out with a roundhouse kick to her head with the foot he was sitting on while keeping the formerly extended leg and both of his hands on the ground.
"I won most of them. Luc, Pas." He doesn't really count the fight with Eva since he only won because of a loophole.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Aranha's Medium Kick.
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Faolan 0|-------|-------
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Aranha
Aranha is struck; as result, Marisol's lips edge into a wolf-like smirk, her fist clenching that much tighter in response. Yes, she'd missed the frequency of punching people. It's been too long; her fist feels a little tender, no less! That'll change soon enough, she figures.
When Faolan pipes up, Marisol's gray eyes slide to the bata-wielding Warrior. She begins to say something--probably rude--but Aranha's moving. Snapping her attention back to the agile fighter, she listens to what he says. Luc and Pas. The smirk on her lips widens more.
"GOOD!" she practically bellows, holding ground as that leg slams into her head. She moves slightly, stirred from her place with a stagger; but Marisol is quick to capitalize on the closeness by striking at him with /another/ straight punch. There's more this time, however; an uppercut will follow, then a spinning hook kick (odd) at his head to try and knock the fighter to the ground.
"That means you're worth fighting!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Marisol's Iron Whip.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Aranha
There is a low whistle let out and the Ikari gives a slight nod of approval. Those two certainly know how to take and deliver a hit quite well. He can see why they were picked to go against one another. Somehow he is a bit glad he doesn't have to step in and actually take one on instead of doing his current job as an agent. He at least gave them a moment to allow them to feel eachother out. Now comes the fun part. Just how well can they keep on their toes when someone else will be swinging at them.
Or in this case it isn't so much swinging as it is giving them something to avoid. The Irishman lumbers forward and he extends an arm. He holds that bata at one end as he aims between the two fighters and considers. He tilts his head and it moves a bit to the right as a small black ball of energy starts to form. He then pulls his arm back and almost like if he is taking a one handed shot with a pool cue he trusts it forward again, the burst of energy soaring away from it and from the looks of it aiming to hit Marisol in the side if she isn't paying attention.
As his foot lands, he can feel it in his gut of someone taking a shot for position. It definitely gives the capoeirista something to think about. With Marisol inside his kick range it forces Aranha to think fast. He weaves to the side of the straight, spins away from the uppercut. It's when Marisol throws that kick that Aranha begins developing some ideas of his own.
He drops into a baseball slide under the kick slipping past her and in the path of a tree. He's quickly back on his feet and in a run before he runs up three steps on the tree and leaps onto a branch. He then swings himself up onto the branch and leaps down feet first in a collision course with the Pacific student.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Faolan's Bata Blast.
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Faolan 0|-------|------=
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Sky's the Limit from Aranha with Suicide Catch.
- Power hit! -
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Faolan 0|-------|------=
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Aranha
To a degree, Marisol is aware of her surroundings. However aware remains to be seen; however, she knows there is someone other than Aranha here, threatening to put a stick in her face if she's not careful enough.
And as much happens, when Faolan thrusts his bata forward and sends a swirl of chi slamming at her. However, with Aranha making his move as well, having slid UNDER her kick, he leaps off the branch and seeks to Mario Bros. stomp her like a goomba.
Well, this is a pickle.
Smirking, she /lets/ the chi slam into her, not wanting to lose her advantage. His feet collide--briefly. Wincing, Marisol grabs at his ankles and /drags/ him down, while with the other hand reaches for his throat. She'll follow this vise-grip with a headbutt before she'll let him go- -only to punch him in the head like a jerk with an eloquent "GRAAAH!"
There is an audible 'OOOOOH!' from the crowd when Aranha slams into Marisol in a not so nice way. That girl shows she is quiet the brawler and not to be mistaken as just a pretty face with the abuse she dishes out. Even Faolan tchs lightly and just shakes his head. She has gotten to be quite the impressive fighter since the last time he ran into her so long ago. There are just some girls you can't take home to mum in this world and he is pretty sure that would be one of them.
He feels a bit sorry for Aranha, but at the same time this is a fight and given his role he can't really feel too much empathy for either fighter. He is to cause trouble and even to an extent he will probably decide the outcome of this fight. Aranha is the unfortunant person that happens to be probably getting up in time after that brutal hit to see the Irishman advancing towards him. He is gripping his bata with both hands as it is held high and he gives a downwards slash with it. With the force he swings it is amazing how that piece of wood doesn't even manage to crack or shatter.
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks Faolan's Power Strike.
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Faolan 0|-------|------=
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Aranha
The Dancing Spider knew it was bound to happen sooner or later but after getting yanked by his legs, to the ground, grabbed by his throat and then headbutted. He finds himself seeing way too many stars by the time he hits the ground that trying to get out of the way of the soldier's strike was definitely not a possibility.
The battle scarred capoeirista brings up a hand to stop the bata before it could cause damage to him with a loud resounding smack before he can work himself back into a crouch. His lips curl into a grin as he wipes the blood from his rebroken nose and then he's suddenly upside down. While in a handstand he delivers a series of snap kicks before tilting over and then landing back into a crouch.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Aranha's Inverted Flurry.
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Faolan 0|-------|------=
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Aranha
Grinning to herself (which is to say, it's a pretty savage one), Marisol just takes a few cautious steps back from Aranha. She opens her mouth to say something (probably arrogant), but is interrupted when movement catches her attention. It's Faolan again, and it appears he's coming to harass one of the two of them.
Marisol frowns, her arms coming up almost defensively. However, he attacks Aranha, which brings a little relief; unfortunately, it doesn't stop him from attacking her. He goes upside-down, snapping his legs furiously. Marisol's arms drop, shielding her body from the blows, absorbing the bulk of it with her forearms.
"So you fight like Pas, huh?" she notes of the obvious. It doesn't last long; she moves, stepping forward in an attempt to deliver a swift series of three strikes at Aranha, all aimed primarily for the chest, despite his crouch. "RAGH!"
He certainly isn't one to pull punches and Aranha feels the full strength of his strike. He does well to defend it at least. It certainly wouldn't have helped clear the stars the other man is seeing more than likely. The agility that Aranha shows is impressive as well. Maybe because Faolan has never been one for fancy movements. The fact he is on the offensive tonight is taking some getting used to. He is more used to letting others come to him instead of just running about swinging wildy. It is kind of fun, really.
Of course it is easy to be all smiles when you aren't the one being kicked in the face. Of course knowing how the bonehead is he might still be smiling. Once that blood gets pumping and a fight breaks out it is hard for him not to be in a good mood. It is good therapy afterall. He steps back only momentarily and he watches as Marisol just goes barreling in with a might bit of pummeling with her fists. Of course that means Faolan just steps forward and he twirls his bata about and brings it in low in an attempt to bring the feet out from under the woman. "Hup!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha interrupts Rapid Combo from Marisol with Dead Man's Hand EX.
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Faolan 0|-------|------=
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Aranha
"Yeah. Sorta." Marisol doesn't give more time to respond before a series of punches are sent his way. The first one connects cleanly. The second one catches his hip as he rises to a standing position and the third one never quite makes it as he swings across with a blue chi enhanced sweeping palm strike right across the face before he swings his entire body around in a spinning back heel right where he landed the hand strike.
After recoiling, he hops back with a large grin on his face. "I hope I'm not disappointing you."
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Faolan's Medium Throw.
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Faolan 0|-------|-----==
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Marisol 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Aranha
Making her move, Marisol attacks, driving several punches at Aranha. At first things seem to be going well for the boxer; however, when the chi-encased palm strike lands on her face, she's suddenly greeted with his foot into her face. Marisol staggers, stumbling a few feet before she stops and catches her face. She smirks in delight. Yeah, that's more like it, she thinks--
But her thoughts are cut short when Faolan comes charging. Blinking, she considers her actions in the span of seconds. Get out of the way? No, that's boring.
So what does she choose? To stand there.
Bracing her body, that bata comes low and takes her legs out, she lands with a thud and an oof- but she doesn't lose her proximity to Aranha. Rolling up from the ground, Marisol LUNGES at the capoerista, attempting to deliver four nasty as hell hooks at his face. If they land she'll stop, drawing her fist back and clenching it tightly--so tight the muscles in her arm begin to ache and strain. But it's all a build up for the final blow, a driving, piston-like blow to his chest that could very well be devastating!
It is amusing how these two just keep going at one another. It truely feels like they are not really paying full attention to anything other than pummeling one another. It kind of makes him want to get his hands more dirty than they are at the moment. Swinging about and causing tripups is all good fun, but you really can't appreciate a good fight until you take a few good punches to the facemeats or the like. He is sure next week he will be thrust into a rollercoaster or something for a for a fight against absurd opponent he is sure. He may as well take the small break he is given.
Even after he trips up Marisol he is moving forward as well. Not as much in a violent rage as the girl, but still closing the distance on Aranha as well none the less. It is a rarity, but instead of striking with his bata or even a fist the Irishman actually does something rare in his case. He brings a leg up and thrusts it forward to plant a nice giant boot right into Aranha.
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Marisol's Atom Smasher.
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Faolan 0|-------|-----==
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Aranha
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Faolan's Strong Kick.
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Faolan 0|-------|-----==
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Aranha
Before, when he attempted evasions of Marisol's attacks there was sense that he wasn't putting as much effort as he could into it like he was holding something in reserve for when he truly needed it.
It was in a moment like this, when everything is on the line that he puts everything into avoiding not just her attack, but Faolan's. When she sends those hell hooks his way he leans back, ducks, bobs and weaves to avoid them. Desperation is painted on his face as he leans to the side of the piston like final blow.
When Faolan's kick comes in he barely has time to recover from evading Marisol's combination before the foot is in his face and he finds himself going into a dive roll to avoid it. "Too close!"
His lungs are starting to want more air but he doesn't have the time to breathe. He knows he has to attack or else there might not be another chance and so he whirls around with another kick. A roundhouse. If that first kick should connect, he'll follow it up with a spinning back heel in the other direction, hooking it behind her head and using it to pull her face down into the dirt of Red Arena.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Marisol with Face Down.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Aranha
Well, that wasn't a part of Marisol's plans.
Aranha is faster than she gave him credit for. All of the sudden he's not dodging one but TWO of them, evading the hammer-like blows of Marisol's mannish strength. She's obviously annoyed by this, evident by the light scowl that crosses her face. Her eyes flitter aside, to see what Faolan is up to--
But that was her mistake. Caught by the kick, then another, she's hooked behind the head and buried face-first into the arena floor. For a moment, she doesn't move.
Then, with a groan, the girl pulls her head up, wiping sand and blood from her tanned features. "Pretty good," she mumbles, followed by a few puffs of spitting sand up. "But, grrgh, I got some fight left!"
And to emphasize as much, Marisol suddenly lashes out, attempting to kick Aranha in the gut. If it connects, she'll step in to try and punch him in the stomach, followed by a one-two hooking punch at his face--only, the final blow is laced with a sudden explosion of yellow chi!
COMBATSYS: Aranha endures Marisol's Red Clover.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aranha
"I noticed." Aranha doesn't say anymore. When that kick comes, he does something that is the complete opposite of the strategy shown up to this point in the fight. He stands there and takes the kick to the bread basket, stumbling back. The one two punch further staggers him with yellow chi explosion sending him off of his feet and rolling.
If the capoeirista is going to get battered, it might as well be on his terms and it puts him right where he wants to be and he doesn't have to waste time or energy moving towards that tree. This is important since he'll need that energy for other things like that blue glow.
He kicks off of the tree and attempts to plant a chi enhanced kick right to the body before running up another tree and launches himself at her feet first from a variety of angles before dropping into a roll which he comes out of in a three point stance, breathing heavy as he looks at his opponent and wonders if he might have pushed himself too hard.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Marisol with Joker's Wild.
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Marisol 1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
Being one to pretty much take hits /all the time/ by her own will, Marisol notices when Aranha does not, in fact, make any move to get out of the way. It amuses her; it's always fun when people willingly let her hit them. It usually means they're going to hit back shortly after.
Sure enough, Aranha is on the move, bounding off a tree and kicking at her. Struck not once but several times from varying angles, the tired and certainly bruised up Marisol just gets hit, despite her attempts to stand ground and fight hard. Eventually she's forced to the ground, where it seems as if she won't' get up--
But she does. Pulling her body to its feet is a struggle and a half, but she does it, staring intently at the capoeirista. Hooding her gaze, she struggles to focus through the bleary-eyed gaze she has. She's so tired, but she refuses to not go at it one last time.
And so she does. Taking off in a tired, lopsided run, Marisol growls with a "GRAGHGH" as her fists erupt with yellow energy. She attempts to deliver three chi-laced hooks before she uppercuts at Aranha, followed by a headbutt before she'll try to uppercut the hell out of him, a chi explosion topping off the display.
Either or, Marisol passes out shortly after, worn out and tired.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Aranha with Cloud Nine.
Grazing Hit
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Aranha knew he got away with that gamble when he took her combo in order to give his own. He also knows that that she hits too hard for him to attempt to pull that off one more time.
That glow surrounding his body doesn't go away as he moves out of the way the hook leaving blue after images in his wake. The first uppercut misses his actual form but lands a shot on the after image he left behind. His fatigue finally catches up to him when the headbutt comes and the forehead connects with his chin causing him to fall before that final uppercut can connect.
Aranha, soon joins Marisol in la la land.
COMBATSYS: Aranha takes no action.
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Faolan 0|-------|-----==
COMBATSYS: Aranha can no longer fight.
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Log created on 21:59:29 11/15/2010 by Marisol, and last modified on 11:43:28 12/02/2010.