Description: Zach's standing atop the Neo League rankings cannot go unchallenged. Attempting to knock the psychic brawler off the top spot this time is the exotic Pullum, who finds out the hard way that some fighters can turn a fight around in a heartbeat! (Winner: Pullum)
The glittering sunshine highlights the best parts of the city. The many smaller buildings are nearly set aflame from the sheer brilliance that is reflected upon them by the building that stands far above them all - the Sunshine 60! And what better place to fight in a place where the literal hotfoot is quite capable, provided the sun has been high for long enough?
The NL has decided to use four camera crews, one for each edge of the building, along withOUT ropes. Can't forget to allow all possibilities for failure! It's what makes these fights EXCITING! Meanwhile, the paying customers are watching one or two stories below, enjoying their third round of matinee's and drinks, and the real time eye on the fight!
The first thing Pullum notices is the heat - it's rather hot above, though it hardly matches the desert. It's not even close to that hot - the burning desert has provided far worse, though as rich as she is, she could have lived with all her life with air-conditioning. Alas, her father was a purist.
"Well, if you insist." Pullum exclaims, grinning to the camera crew, spinning around one of the camera's that have been placed nearby - and handstanding on top of it. "I could give you all a bit of a warm-up show~!"
Somehow, she moves rhymatically, back and forth, at such heights without a fear. More importantly, it's actually for her warm-up and not to warm them up - it just makes it less weird this way.
Zach makes his way to the roof in time to see Pullum start her warm-ups. He raises a single brow underneath his ballcap in appreciation. There are ways to start a match and then there are ways to start a match, the psychic thinks to himself. This would be one of the better ones. Zach stretches, lacing his fingers before extending his arms out to stretch the muscles and pop his knuckles. He bounces on the balls of his feet, getting a feel for the surface of the roof.
Faint traces of purple energy are already licking across Zach's frame as he walks toward the center of the makeshift arena. He is patient, waiting for Pullum to finish getting ready without any objection whatsoever.
As she bends forwards, twisting around carefully, Pullum, somewhat upside down, notices a certain man stretching and doing the normal set ouf routines one might if they were to begin a fight. Her eyes open wide, before she bends juuust a bit more, hanging infront of one of the camera men, and the camera. "Looks like I'm up - wish me luck everyone!~"
Fighting, however serious, has no need to /be/ so serious! She's learned after countless hours of boring practice, or stressful combat. It's not as if her fighting style doesn't help her choice, or anything.
Leaning forwards, she rolls off the camera, standing tall and ready as she throws her hair back. "Well then, I hope I didn't keep you too long." She exclaims, her hands held up, rotating in off circles in the air before her. Some sort of bellydancer like thing.
"Even so.. I'll let you take the first action to make up for it." Her grin widens, her preparation complete.
COMBATSYS: Pullum has started a fight here.
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Pullum 0/-------/-------|
Zach eyes her with a certain amount of amusement. Clearly, the young lady has not heard of Zach's propensity to throw strong attacks, or she is confident in her ability to deal with such things. Maybe it's both. He bounces once or twice more before starting a weaving movement of his own, designed to get him in a bit closer to the woman.
"Well," Zach says, "If you insist on it." With that, he snaps out a quick left jab towards Pullum's head, a faint aura of psychic energy wrapped around the fist. Any qualms he may have had about striking a woman in the face were quickly dealt with. At least in the context of a fight, anyway.
COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here.
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Pullum 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zach
COMBATSYS: Pullum blocks Zach's Jab Punch.
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Pullum 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zach
The strike is true - or seems to be. As Zach weaves, the natural movement from Pullum allows her to make the best use of his own movement, as well as her body. A quick left fist is shot towards her - leaving the young woman unable to pull away.
But she really doesn't need to. Bending back, a leg comes up, the jab striking the palm of her foot, stinging much like a scorpion. But there was another leg! "Oh, I certainly do!" The second leg shoots up as she stands on her hands, for his own face and midsection, beforre she spirals around once on her hands, the other leg spinning about to slam into him!
Before she returned to her feet, that is - if she ever does!
"I just didn't want to have you wait any longer for me."
COMBATSYS: Pullum successfully hits Zach with Arakul Wrist.
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Pullum 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Zach
Zach tries to put up a defense, but he is still wrapping his brain around the fact that the young woman in front of him caught his fist... /with her foot/. That, most certainly, was a novel experience. He pays for his inattention, catching a pair of kicks. He lets out a light grunt before taking a quick step back. The girl has speed, Zach thinks. Maybe he should see just how well she can take a hit.
Zach steps back in, approaching in a low crouch before springing towards her with something between a left hook and an uppercut. There is more of that purple energy around his fist this time, looking like a platemail gauntlet.
COMBATSYS: Pullum dodges Zach's Fierce Punch.
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Pullum 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Zach
It's not too fast - but the power behind that one must be something! Zach's strike, as he steps forwards, reaches Pullum just as the woman gets to her feet again. It's quick. The woman is bent backwards, the hook like uppercut, barely passing inches from her stomach and body. It would most certainly have hurt if it didn't work. But it did.
"You're rather direct, aren't you?" Pullum notes, pushing off with her hands to lunge forwards as she shoots off the ground to catch Zach. If the mid-air catch is a success, she would twist around, first to disorient, and then to land, safely, with Zach crashing into the ground first - and with her in a handstand.
On Zach - or at least on him before she would flip off to her feet!
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Pullum with Third Stance.
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Pullum 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Zach
Zach's leap induced a small amount of horizontal spin as he threw the punch. Pullum starts her leap. Zach's eyes narrow, and against all probability, Zach's spin increases in speed as he lashes out with a high kick that comes nowhere near the Dancer's body.
Unfortunately for Zach, the blast of psycho power that follows in the wake of that kick doesn't fare much better. Zach finds himself staring up at a sight he wouldn't mind seeing more of, if it didn't involve getting bounced off of a floor first. "I find it works best for me," he says after Pullum leaps off of him. He rolls back, and to his feet, waiting for Pullum's next move.
The movement from Zach is preposterous! How quick the spin came from him! Even more worrysome, the lashing out of such power that shoots past her, her hair blowing from the immense power that is behind the strike. It was a testament to her speed that she was capable of avoiding such an assault - or maybe she just got lucky.
It doesn't suit her to dwell on it. "Well, we all have what works for us." She agrees, landing on her feet once more. But her movements toward him suddenly speed up. She leaps, like a deer, foot extended forwards. Her leap, however, is far too shallow. She lands just nearby him, suddenly spiralling outwards with the other leg, spinning about to knock Zach's leg from underneath him and to suddenly awash him with more kicking.
It would end as suddenly as it began, the woman stopping to bounce on her feet, twice, away.
The concrete ceiling of the building certainly helps keep her footing, at least.
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to interrupt Ten'el Kick from Pullum with Impulse Flare EX.
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Pullum 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Zach
Zach is stepping in as Pullum leaps towards him. He plants one foot, and is bringing his other foot to regain what passes for his stance when the Dancer scythes his grounded leg out from under him. He starts to fall forward, only to be pummelled by rapid-fire kicks. He lets out a growl and focuses his energy in his right hand.
A globe of psycho power, about the size of a basketball, encases his fist, which he brings crashing down upon the roof. It goes wide, smashing a small crater in the concrete with its impact. Zach wobbles dangerously as he tries to regain his balance. The girl is /fast/.
The attempt from Zach is one again punished by her quick, flowing assaults. The growl signals something to come, however. The sudden eruption of energy swells from Zach, threatening to swallow her. Pullum's eyes open wide for the second time above the hotel. There is a glowing energy ball that is somehow making the sun look /less/ brilliant.
With every bit of speed and power, both feet press against the ground. She shoots upwards, into the air, as the powerful ball slams into the ground, cratering where it landed. Landing not far, Pullum comes to a rest.
"My... I seem to have underestimated just how much power you have." She notes, carefully, as the smouldering ground that happens to be a ceiling to some fancy diners continues to smoulder.
"Well then!~" She stands tall once more, no longer casting a casual eye over to the destruction of a visage from another dimension. She kicks once, twice, and thrice off the ground, shooting into the air, spinning!!! and coming down to use all that power and careful movement.... for a hammer blow.
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Pullum with Third Stance.
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Pullum 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Zach
Zach whips his right hand around and upward in a short uppercut movement. Pullum's hammerblow staggers Zach even as the psychic lance he summons spears the air where she was... about a second ago. Glen takes a knee, his frustration clawing at his gut as he watches for Pullum's next move.
On the plus side, this has to be the most pleasant ass-kicking he has ever taken. It is also by far the easiest on the eyes.
It's a psychic LANCE! Pullum panics. The man she currently fights is skilled in energy weaponry ( though to her, it is a simple energy lance ... which is still a sight of certainly frightening power! ) and is not afraid to use it. Yet, it is not in Zach's favor. Striking and twisting about Zach, Pullum comes to rest behind him, bent forwards - kneeling behind him.
"It's still quite an honor that you'd fight me. I look forwards to seeing how this ends, as well."
"But it's not over yet~!" She announces, kicking off the ground in a certainly speedy display. Shooting up almost like a rocket, she moonsaults above Zach, flipping just over him. The target - kneeling below! "Drill Purrus!" Chi fires up about her feet, spiralling, as she spirals as well, drilling down towards Zach below.
Yes, during the flip, she did acccentuate her midsection.
COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Pullum's Drill Purrus EX.
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Pullum 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Zach
Zach's eyes go wide as the girl goes low. He throws himself forward, launching himself past Pullum and clear of her kick. He bounces once, tucks, and rolls to his feet before spinning to regard Pullum.
Zach stays in a low stance, and more of that energy he has been flinging around roars to life around him. His eyes stay locked on the Arabian girl as he starts to gather energy...
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Pullum 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Zach
Crashing into the ceiling of the hotel, Pullum bounces off as if it was a trampouline, landing on her feet to see Zach spinning around, managing to move away. Certainly not underfoot, at least. "I'm glad you're still into it as well!" Her smile means it's certainly a genuine feeling.
BUT! Such a movement from Zach meant that she would, soon, be under a great deal of stress! She would need to interrupt it somehow - or at least, prevent... and she had an idea!
Swinging her stomach and and forth, side to side, she contemplates... before flipping backwards, a single blade of energy spinning forwards like the wind. As she lands, two other strands lash out, twisting through the air. "Oh, is that your game~? Let a girl in on your secret!"
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Pullum's Kind Wind.
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Pullum 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Zach
Zach thrusts his hands forward with a sharp yell. Violet energy leaps forward slowing some of Pullum's attack down. The remains of her projectile slap into the psychic's chest, causing him to twist back a bit. He grins. "It's very me," he says a second later, his hands cupped by his right hip.
More energy pours into those waiting hands, condensing into a sphere the size of a beach ball. A second later, after checking his lines to ensure that Pullum is the only target, he shoves his hands forward with another yell. A beam, as wide as Glen is tall, erupts from those offered palms, and screams towards the Dancer!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Pullum with Burst Stream.
- Power hit! -
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Pullum 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Zach
The energy that pours outwards is more than Pullum was ready for - and even though she prepares, it's quite an awakening to what the man has behind his words. Infact, it's more than she had expected entirely! A yell comes from the man, a sudden surge of energy! Pullum twists around - unsure if she could make it - so she does not try.
Twisting around, she shifts to a position where she feels she would manage to take it - but is instead blown off of her stance, thrown towards the ground from the assault, the endless pouring of power causing her to roll against the ceiling in a very painful looking way. Bounding, she almost looks like she is about to bound off!
Grasping the edge, Pullum manages to hold on. Standing up, carefully, Pullum stands - taking just a moment to prepare as the energy has done it's work. She doesn't think she'll be able to keep going if she doesn't take a slight moment to prepare.
"I .... see~"
COMBATSYS: Pullum focuses on her next action.
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Pullum 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Zach
Zach smiles with a touch of satisfaction as the beam dissapates. He gasps for air as he waits for Pullum to /not/ fall off of the roof, and then slumps to one knee. He watches carefully, but right now he is not focusing on his next move or her next move.
Instead, he is allowing his formidable energy to start healing some of the abuse he has taken in this fight...
COMBATSYS: Zach gains composure.
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Pullum 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Zach
As he stands there, Pullum realizes she .. simply can't wait for him to come to her. It simple would not be something she would win out, if the past has been any indicator. Certainly not something she wishes to deal with again, at any rate. But the woman doesn't plan on waiting - especially as Zach moves to regain some of his strength - she needs to do her best to end it, there and then.
Like a flash, the woman takes off. She leaps towards Zach, bounding across the rooftop, hair wafting after her, before she arrives before him - and she takes to the skies. Her hands point downwards, her body floats in the air - and the sudden eruption of energy is much like Zach's - but somewhat different.
Kept aloft by the energy ball that grows before her, Pullum points the ball downwards, the sphere growing and spinning as it swells, threatening to swallow Zach and erupt about him - perhaps ending the conflict.
Alas, there is little she can do to hyper-sex an energy ball. But perhaps it is hyper-sex'd enough.
COMBATSYS: Pullum successfully hits Zach with Gradousu Ball.
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Pullum 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Zach
Zach breathes out a single word. Thanks to the censors and their insistence on a three-second delay in broadcasting, you will never know what it is! The energy ball catches him cleanly, eliciting a painful yell from the fighting janitor. When the dust kicked up by Pullum's super techinque clears, the damage becomes apparent. Glen is shirtless and his torso, while very well-defined, is also something of a bloody mess. He looks at Pullum grimly focused as she starts her descent.
He takes a half step backward before launching himself upward at her, his right foot extended in a kick aimed to catch her as she falls. There is no psychic boot, but a blast of energy that carries him up towards the Dancer!
COMBATSYS: Pullum interrupts Blast Bash from Zach with Prim Kick.
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Pullum 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Zach
The energy that courses through her takes her ability to fight - it saps the will out of her, but she can't just give up yet. Falling to the ground afterwards, she is interrupted - Zach is much more naked - at least from the waist up. The audible D'OH that only Zach lost their shirt is nearly crystal clear even through the somewhat damaged ceiling.
That's okay, they'll give everyone a free round that complains, below.
As she falls, Zach rises. The right foot extends towards her midsection. She won't be able to pull herself out of the way, she fears - yet the man is wounded as well. She takes a reckless decision, twisting about, thrusting a foot towards Zach's own midsection.
There isn't any motion downwards - and the strike from Pullum manages to hit it's mark - but the somewhat smoking body of Pullum ( and literately, not just figuratively ) is tossed slightly from the confrontation.
With a hack, a cough, and a silent curse to the man woman or thing that got her into fighting in the first place, she manages to stand without needing assistance. If anything, Zach has removed the need for waxing - but at what cost?! "You certainly... do know the ins and outs of your fighting style..." Pardon her, breathing hurts.
Zach crashes to the roof, the impact loud and slightly damaging to the surface. Zach does not get up, his face twisted in an expression of pain and amusement. "'Sreally... hard to know... something that doesn't... exist..." Zach gasps. "'m more of a...brawler really..."
The referee scurries out from under his shelter, and calls the fight. "Good fight," he gasps out before closing his eyes and letting his recovery process start up again.
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Pullum 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Zach can no longer fight.
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Pullum 0/-------/-======|
It's a surprise when Pullum hears that - Zach has no style. A fighter that you simply can't read and must only react to! It is perhaps the first kind of warrior that fit that aspect. She wasn't familiar with the simple brawler style. At least, not in any degree of success with it. To say this man before her struck like a train would be apt, save for the train would only have a single blow! ( and be far, far slower ).
As the referee scurries out, calling it, Pullum looks down at Zach and nods. "it was very entertaining... thank you for the battle. I've learned quite a bit from it." She answers - before she takes a few steps and sits down, breathing deeply. She really went to the very edge there - if she was a bit slower, there's no doubt she would have been simply crushed!
Log created on 21:03:04 01/06/2011 by Zach, and last modified on 01:35:04 01/08/2011.