Description: Diesel continues her mission of tailing the prodigal chi user Fuji in order to find any weaknesses in her and somehow get her to join Shadaloo out of her own volition. Diesel was not instructed to not engage her in combat however and when Fuji calls her out to fight in the open, the brain washed Kalaripayattu expert does not hesitate to give Shadaloo some public exposure. As they fight, Diesel reveals to Fuji that there are more reasons why she's following her everywhere besides just her mission, there might be some sincere admiration from the Killer Doll's part involved.
Since the New Year, Some people have been selectively less social than other. Some fighters in the circuit even tended to drop off the map for a while. Fuji was one of those inbetween types. She was around, but for whatever reason, the Bartitsu fighter, while usually in the background, wasn't fighting. She had business to attend to. She didn't know why she went to the Business District of Southtown, because there was little here for her, except what she was seeking-- doctors. Dark hair cascaded down her back. Dark Sunglasses, her pale complexion. Not a lot of businesses here had writing in Braille, no matter how hard she wished it would happen-- which made the short woman question why she was here to begin with. She shifted, Her hand holding her hook cane close to her as she felt her way around this foreign area to her. It had changed much since she was a child, after all. There were more people here now than she remembered. More Cars, too. It surely didn't feel like anything she had ever remembered.
Even if Fuji had been swallowed by the earth, even if she had climbed to the highest mountains and seek refuge there, even if she had sunk to the depths of the ocean, rose to the stars above or travel to another dimension..it mattered not to one person. One person will always be able to find her. A person which Fuji is probably not going to be very glad to hear from again.
What could motivate this woman to follow Fuji to the ends of the earth? She had not given much other than her name and that she wanted to give something to the blind woman. Yet here she was now, tailing her. It had been no coincidence that their SNF match ended with them facing each other in some way and should Fuji decide to enter the league once more, it was highly likely she would run into the same woman again.
Whatever drove the woman forward, it was clear she was not going to stop hounding her until Fuji finally cracked. Even that meant literally cracking her with her fists, then that made such stalker, Diesel, even happier.
Just as before, it wouldn't take long for Fuji to recognize those heavy steps walking behind her. Diesel doesn't really care much about stealth and as such makes an unsurpsingly sloppy job at it, though she still somehow travels from roof to roof to avoid being seen by the local denizens. More than likely, only Fuji would be aware of the Amazon warrior jumping from building to building waiting for an opportunity to corner the blind girl.
The usual hustle and bustle of the Business district weighed heavily on Fuji. It did toy with her senses. Around her, she could only smell smoke, and oil, and the conversations of many people on both their cellphones and with one another. Her head lifted slowly. Something felt... out of place. A sense. That tingle of motor oil. Ah. Someone had not forgotten.
A sudden few cautious steps forward, before the woman with her Sunglasses shot out in a full sprint-- They were here. She was listening, avoiding people by mere inches, trying to break away, and get up, and get away from regular people. She knew Diesel was here, though she didn't actually know her name. A freakishly tall Amazonian woman.
She jumped, bounding from one spot, to the next, even over top of some people. Before she knew it, she was perched above the general crowd, on a piece of concrete belonging to a fountain. It was short-- merely 40 feet long, but only 4 feet across, she perched in her suprisingly washable suit. Her ears were open. Where is she? She could sense them but a minute ago...! There were too many irritants here!
Impressive how Fuji's keen sense of smell could pin point the exact aroma of Diesel between the hundred others exuded by regular cars. Diesel's own scent was peculiar enough to be noticeable, but it took true skill to recognize it from other, less harmful, forms of motor oil. If anything, this show of skill only drove the Killer Doll even more towards the hunt, the thrill of being assigned such a competent target excites her. She will not fail, she will not fail the Master.
Run as she might, Fuji will be followed still as Diesel too shoots to a full sprint running as fast as her rather long legs will take her. Complaints from the pedestrians as they frantically try to dodge the woman with the cane running are ignored, all that mattered to her was to stay on target. Chase her until time itself stops for all she cares, as long as Diesel draws breath she won't stop chasing her.
Once Fuji perches herself a top a fountain, Diesel brakes to a halt on one of the nearby buildings as she overlooks the plaza below, hazel eyes dilating like those of a hawk's staring at prey. It seems that Fuji has lost track of her, and since the Amazon warrior always likes her presence to be known she decides to help the girl out on that. A whisper, dedicated solely for her and none else, letting the wind carry her message to those alert ears.
"Yatefusa Fuji...."
It was hard for a blind person to keep track of everything around her. There were many a person here who were checking out the small Bartitsu fighter as she was perched on top of this greek archway overlooking this fountain. The water was nearly 20 feet below-- enough to break a fall if one bellyflopped, though anything else might yield more dangerous and possibly lethal results. Like a bird in search of food, her head would cock in different Directions, Nose rampantly sniffing the air, as if Looking for Diesel strictly by her scent alone.
Her name. Her head perked up. Not many people great her like that. Few actually KNOW her last name. She caught sound of where it was coming, and her head instantly turned, staring towards the hulking woman as Diesel stared down at her. She stood then, her cane holding her balance as she lifted her head, cocking it over to the side. Diesel was within earshot if Fuji yelled a little bit. And she had no issues fighting this woman again. The Results never yielded in her favor, but that wasn't going to stop her.
"...I know you're here...!" She said. "Killer Doll or not, I don't like Stalkers." The crowd below seemed to follow where Fuji's head was canted towards. Some may have seen Diesel. "Now come down, or go away."
Quite the commotion below. As much as Diesel does not mind publicity she would prefer if this conflict could be kept in the shadows, hidden from the public view, it wouldn't take long before someone called the police, a minor nuisance to a fighter like Diesel for sure, but one that has the nasty tendency of leaving lasting effects. There's just a moment's hesitating from the massive Amazon warrior when Fuji calls her out to the fountain where she stands, a small crack on the steely visage of the stoic Killer Doll showing what little remains of her prudence.
Should she heed Fuji's call and let everyone around know of her presence? What would the Master say of her attacking someone in public? Then again, hadn't he pulled a publicity stunt like that with Ken Masters? Killing a few of her camera men in the process? Surely he wouldn't mind a little attention from the media.
Diesel makes an impossibly high jump, traveling a good 20 feet from the building where she's perched to land on the fountain with a loud slam. It's a miracle the whole thing doesn't crumble right there due to the sheer weight of the warrior woman, but it proves sturdy enough to withstand Diesel's impact which nevertheless shakes as if it had just been hit by a stray artillery shell.
There she stands, silent. So many things she wants to say, greet her, ask her how is she, some kind of small talk, anything! Nothing, nothing comes out of her mouth. Diesel just stands there, unmoving, staring, only the sound of the water running and the murmurs of the crowd below heard.
Some people even jumped at the impact Diesel made upon this platform both women were now standing on, with people below watching. with water flowing all around from the jets and the display belonging to this Business park, Fuji found herself staring in the path of the impact, and was suprisingly level with Diesel, despite a clear size and weight difference. She reached up slowly, and touched her sunglasses, bumping them up with her right palm. "Couldn't finish me then..." She mused. "Yet you plan to do it here? How bold." She said slowly.
She brought her cane forward, holding it with both her hands. "I've never had an interest in fighting you. You and I both know we should not be enemies." She mused. "Thus I have no quarrel with you. Yet here, today, you stand before me. I think I have gotten used to your scent. You should really try bathing some time." Her head shifted. "Are you planning on defeating me here...?" She said. "Because my life..." She took a half step back, and took a defensive step back. She didn't take her coat off. "...It is not yours for the taking."
A multitude of expression could be felt from Diesel at Fuji's little speech. Anger at Fuji for undermining her efforts of confronting her in public, disdain to the uppity fighter who mocks her like that for smelling like car oil, pity as she stares into those blind eyes of hers to realize that she can't see anything. A turmoil of emotions that will be forever hidden, not because Fuji is blind, but because Diesel never expresses any of it. Her own face remains stoic, bottling everything inside of her leaving only her objective to echo in her mind.
Find and bring the target back alive.
Even if Fuji hasn't taken her coat as she usually does when she's about to commence fighting, she is definitely taking a stance which prompts Diesel to move into a Kalaripayattu fighting position. The woman weaving her arms to stretch them before gets ready to attack, golden eyes wide with bottled rage.
"That's where you're wrong." Diesel breaks through her own brain washed mind to give Fuji a few words of her own. "All belong to Shadaloo, even you."
She grits her teeth, eyes lightly clouding as her cold nature begins overtaking her. "No more running away Yatefusa. You're coming back with me." And then, she's completely submerged into her robotic nature. All traces of a human being gone, only the mindless robot remaining..at least for now.
"Engaging target."
COMBATSYS: Diesel has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Fuji has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Diesel 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Fuji
The dark haired woman lifted her cane defensively. "You'll never change." She said slowly. "You'll always be what you most likely would have hated." She ccould sense that Diesel was beginning to stretch and ready herself for an attack, of which Fuji lifted her cane to her shoulder. "Stance Messieurs Deux." She said in French. She usually had her cane by her side, but now up was up on her shoulder-- to be used like a baseball bat-- with a hook attached. A sudden burst from the small woman "Je terminerai ce! (I will end this!)" She lunged, aiming for a quick Strike. If she can knock Diesel off this platform, she'll be able to turn and make an escape-- she knew she can't beat her on fair terms.
COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Diesel with Medium Strike.
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Diesel 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Fuji
The change in strategy seems to have unnerved Diesel. At least enough so that the awkward angle of the attack catches her unprepared and takes the cane swing to the side of her head with a resounding whack. As it is usual for her however, she just stands there without thinking much about it, or give any ground, certainly nowhere near enough to knock her off the platform where she's standing. The Killer Doll also has no idea why Fuji, a Japanese woman, is suddenly spouting French to her but her inner mischief maker, the one that is not totally tamed by Shadaloo's mind control decides to respond. "Ferme la bouche." <Shut your mouth>
COMBATSYS: Diesel focuses on her next action.
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Diesel 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Fuji
Fuji's attack connects, but the grey eyed woman is far from finished, she knows that Diesel is far more resilient than anyone she's ever battled before-- thus their continued rivalry has not been a nice thing. What did catch her off guard, however, was that Diesel apparently spoke French. A snicker? "Eh? Tu moi comprends? Faites-moi, Madame. She said slowly. French was not a strong point for Fuji, but she was still fluent in it. Sometimes she had to think about it. The person who originally taught her Bartitsu was a Frenchman, so she had no choice but to learn. Books on tape worked for her, as it soon came to be. She stepped back, expecting a counter attack, but this time, she was going to aim low, below the belt. Remind Diesel she had no intention of playing fair if it meant going somewhere she didn't want to be.
COMBATSYS: Diesel counters Blue Monday from Fuji with Sahadeva Krpura.
- Power hit! -
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Diesel 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Fuji
"Oui, je comprends, je parle un peu d'Francais" Diesel responds in somewhat crude French. No idea why or how does the woman know the language, Kalaripayattu is a Hindu martial arts and Diesel herself is originally from Nepal, so she has no excuse, she just does apparently.
When Fuji goes to continue her attack however, her mistake is to aim low and try to hit Diesel in the baby maker, again. Last time she tried that it ended poorly for Fuji, and Diesel goes to remind her that she tolerates no low blows in a proper duel. She's trying to make this fair, but if Diesel is going to try and fight dirty then she leaves her no choice but to return the favor.
"Arretez!" Diesel kicks the cane coming at her crotch out of the way leaving Fuji's face wide open for a haymaker punch that smashes her right in the nose.
Unlike before, when Diesel smashed her in the face, it only made the much smaller, more vulnerable woman stagger back. Her nose hurt, but it didn't bleed. She knew Diesel had a Penchant for trying to confuse her opponents by smashing them in the face until they bled. Still, the low blow attacks never seem to work on Diesel, and the Grey eyed girl with the shades righted herself. "Mm. I see." She said, completely missing the joke she made about herself. The woman pulled her cane up to her shoulder again.
Okay. New strategy. It seemed that, for whatever reason, Diesel could never seem to anticipate where Fuji would swing that cane. She understood that her training made it easy for Diesel to fight conventional fighters, but Fuji was NOT conventional. Fuji tried something... well... a little more acrobatic. Her feet stepped forward, and the woman did a full gaynor-back Fall flip (A running forwards backflip 360) But her cane was in full swing. There was no telling where that cane was going to strike from...!
COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Diesel with Random Strike.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Diesel 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Fuji
Fuji is surprisingly good at reading Diesel, perhaps it's the fact that they've fought against each other so many times. She has guessed perfectly on the fact that Diesel /loves/ aiming her strikes to the face to daze opponents before finishing them off with a grapple, but also as she guesses her offense, she guesses right on her defenses.
"What in blazes??" Even with her training, the Killer Doll is unprepared with the fancy twirl given by Fuji, clearly not familiar with high flying maneuvers like that Diesel has no idea where the attack is coming and ends up getting smashed in the collar bone. "Hmrrgg!!" At long last, the Amazon warrior shows some sign that she can feel pain as she staggers back. Only to come back again with a right hook directly to the woman's stomach, aiming for her liver!
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Diesel's Quick Punch.
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Diesel 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Fuji
The Dark haired woman stepped back almost immediately after landing, a near offbalanced step towards the ledge and falling off. She could feel the wind below her, and a strained response from Diesel, who almost instantly retaliated with a Quick Punch just as Fuji found her footing. She could sense Diesel's fist, and rather than block with her like-steel cane? She placed her wrist up, blocking it with her wrist, forcing it out of the way.
Diesel was acting solely out of instinct, Fuji gathered. For whatever reason she didn't seem to be in the right mindset. It was... well. It was different. Rather than aim high like she has been, she was using her wrist for a redirection, jabbing her cane towards the ground, to stub Diesel's toes, and maybe throw off her footings, too.
COMBATSYS: Diesel blocks Fuji's Weapon Jab.
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Diesel 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Diesel gave a grunt when her heavy handed strike was pushed out of the way with a mere flick of the wrist. It was almost unnerving how well Fuji could defend herself, but again, she could expect nothing less from someone that had the mark of Shadaloo upon them. If Fuji would crumble down and be crushed like a delicate flower now, then she wouldn't be worthy of joining their prestigious organization.
No, this is exactly what she expected. In fact, could be that Diesel was planning this all along? No doubt all of Fuji's movements were being recorded, so what better way to make her look good in front of their leader by landing a few good strikes on her opponent? Attacks to the body, Diesel could withstand, but jabbing her foot was a little more annoying and thus she went to kick at that cane again striking it with her shin to get it out of the way.
No more attacking by sheer instinct. Diesel coated her arm with violet energy before she went to use her whole body weight to shoulder bash Fuji and ram her down to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Diesel successfully hits Fuji with Nakula Carmika.
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Diesel 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Now this, This was not what Fuji was expecting. She knew Diesel would most likely try something a little more brash, but the Dark haired girl wasn't expecting her jab to be blocked. The short woman with the well tailored jacket Was so swiftly blocked, the woman shaking her head to catch her bearings, before a boar-like shoulder caught her by suprise, bowling Fuji back a good twenty feet by force, and forcing her to the edge. She actually just caught the edge and was about to fall off, before a quick hand hold made her grab the concrete. As much as could be expected, the small woman pulled herself back onto the concrete beam with just the one hand, standing up slowly, dusting herself off. "Mm. So that is... Hrm..." She stood back from the woman, sniffing the air slowly to figure out what exactly to do to dispatch Diesel's Robotic Nature. The Neurotic one was a little easier to deal with and a touch easier to predict.
She decided to try something a little more obscure. Obscure was different, and Diesel seemed to not like it. She charged forth, and bound into a front somersault to get over the huge woman, Aiming to get behind her for a kick to the back of her knee!
COMBATSYS: Diesel endures Fuji's Light Kick.
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Diesel 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Diesel's robotic nature has been really good at holding the fort down. Almost as if it knew that if Neurotic Diesel got out of the leash she might as well jump down from the fountain and start attacking people at random, she was kind of a lose cannon like that. Instead, Diesel kept her cool even against more of those acrobatic maneuvers that confused her so much. Keeping her defensive stance all through it as Fuji leaps over her, the Amazon warrior takes the kick to the back of the knee causing her to flinch slightly, only to spin around on her heel to swing a side thrust kick with that same leg at Fuji's midsection! "Stay on target..." She seems to be coaching herself at this point.
COMBATSYS: Diesel successfully hits Fuji with Light Kick.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Diesel 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Fuji
A Robotic Natured Diesel was much more difficult to fight than the Neurotic Version-- All Fuji's been able to do is attack and get shot all over the place by the amazon's sheer size. Like now, when she totally tried to make Diesel falter, and Diesel just turned and delivered a side kick that, while aimed for the midsection, went high as Fuji tried to duck and smoked her in the side of the head...! This in turn sent her spinning as a result, and she landed back first on the concrete, a cloud of dust emerging behind her. The grey eyed woman rolled, and stood up, a little more haggard this time. She had plenty of energy, but she knew she wouldn't be able to last this long. She stood. Beaten, bruised. A crack in her new pair of Sunglasses. She just bought those...! "Hmmph...!" She said. "You're starting to piss me off...!" She said, and She charged, and Sunk low. "Eat This...! CHEEN--- MUSIC-AH!"
COMBATSYS: Diesel interrupts Chin Music for the Blind from Fuji with Yudhisthira Khagga.
- Power hit! -
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Diesel 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Fuji
Diesel raised an eyebrow when Fuji misjudged where that kick was aimed for and took the blow to the face rather than in the stomach. Lucky shot, Diesel seems to think, a hint of her human nature showing from her robotic demeanor, though not one that Fuji could see of course, being blind and all. Balancing herself on one foot, the giant Amazon warrior eased herself back into a fighting stance ready to continue her assault, though it seems Fuji is faster than her as she runs to deliver a rising uppercut to the woman's chin.
"You should really.." Just like Fuji has guessed Diesel's fighting style, it seems that the opposite is true as the Killer Doll is more than prepared to deal with the attack she has seen plenty of times now. "Not announce your attacks like that."
Ah, but her accent is so cute. It almost pains Diesel to bring her elbow down on Fuji's knuckles to stop her before SLAMMING her fist on that already injured nose of hers. Balrog isn't going to be very happy.
Somehow, amidst this, Fuji seemed to forget something. While she could profile Diesel to no end, Diesel could just as easily do it to her. Fuji always judges Diesel as someone big and slow, but somehow she always seems to be just a little bit faster, stronger, tougher than her. The Elbow smashes into her face again, and this time, Fuji goes down, fanned out on the ground. She was still not bleeding. Like she was refusing to. She stood back up again. One thing one has to admire about the little girl was the fact that she didn't give up. She may of ran when she needed to, but no sane person, not even many males would stand up to someone in Diesel's form. She stepped back, and switched her stances. She cracked her knuckles, and then canted her head, FINALLY popping that strained portion of her neck. Oh god, that felt good. Fuji's head lifted then. "...I don't fight because I want to win." She said slowly, her offhand wielding her cane. "I fight because I need to win." She charged again, again, Flipping over Diesel, Trying to grab the woman and Slam her head into the ground behind her. If it connects, she'd do it twice more in sequence...!
COMBATSYS: Diesel endures Fuji's Greatest Parking Spot.
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Diesel 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Fuji
Not sure why she's telling her this, maybe that last attack rattled her too hard on the head? Diesel takes a moment to analyze things as Fuji gets back to her feet cracking her kinks while lecturing her about fighting to survive and not just win. Even if Diesel is being sporting now and leaving the girl some time to recuperate, it's clear she's become more apprehensive now, does Fuji think that Diesel hasn't had to go through similar things to get where she is right now? Just by looking at her anyone could see that she's the picture of a life time of hardships. I mean take a good look--oh wait, right.
At least Fuji's deducing skills are not failing her. Many men have been flat out pulverized by the Amazon warrior who stands tall over many, be them men or women. However, being a legit martial artists and not a mindless street brawler yields Diesel some insight that tells her height isn't everything. Which is why she's not exactly surprised when Fuji comes at her with blurring speed and easily takes her off her feet. Here, there's little the woman can do but roll with the throws and she slams on her back once only to be lifted again and slammed twice..and on the third attempt she gives an acrobatic twirl of her own to land on her feet, seemingly saying 'enough of that'.
Once she's back on her feet, Diesel moves forward to return the favor and take a sweep at Fuji's legs whilst bringing her muscled forearm in the opposite direction and slam on Fuji's chest, pushing her back first against the ground where they stand.
COMBATSYS: Diesel successfully hits Fuji with Sammarjana.
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Diesel 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Fuji
Diesel's Sudden Reaction to the third throw threw the small girl off guard. The two that had been fighting so hard against each other were on some sort of Greek Archway overtop a fountain, and were drawing quite the crowd, the small Bartitsu fighter looking straight towards Diesel. Her look was a little bit different. Intense, but still able to rigorously defend herself. Diesel had indeed swept her legs, but when she went in for the sweep, Fuji was indeed not there-- she had used her speed and moved out of the way-- b-but she was JUST there! She was actually ABOVE Diesel this time. She was eagar to finish the final slam from last time, with an obscure Flying DDT! ...She may or may not have learned it from a luchador friend.
COMBATSYS: Diesel endures Fuji's Ragtime Cat.
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Diesel 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Fuji
Slippery as always, Diesel finds that Fuji is not quite finished despite all the attacks she had taken. For such a short woman she sure knew how to roll with the punches, or just flat out taken them and keep going. At the end of the day it would appear Diesel could take a couple of pointers from the blind, much smaller girl. This applies even in the wrestling department as Fuji goes for yet another interesting attack which wraps her arms around her neck and drives her first into the ground.
As she slams forward however, Diesel places her hands out before her to stop herself from taken the full blow and decides that if Fuji wants to play wrassling, she's not one to turn down such an offer from a comely woman such as herself. Then again wrestling someone like Diesel could prove potentially disastrous.
Diesel gets back with Fuji in tow since she's still has her arms around her neck and with a yank, she pops her head out of the hold only to give a slight jump forward and sit on Fuji's shoulders. Woa! What the hell is she doing? Is she just trying to flatten the girl with her weight.
"Kalima..." Actually it looks like she's wrapping her legs around Fuji's neck, going to sit on a Lotus Flower stance right on top of the girl and tilting sliiiightly sideways, she gives a full spin around Fuji's head to really give that collarbone a good hard twist that'll leave Fuji's dorsal spine electrocuted.
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Diesel's Padmini Puspa.
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Diesel 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Fuji
Diesel had a strong Edge on Fuji right now, She even unleashed her ultimate of attacks on her-- something Fuji had never have seen (hur hur) coming for her. The grey eyed woman was in a bad spot as soon as She Felt Diesel's Weight upon her Shoulders. Once she heard the word Kalima as the grip upon her tightened around her neck, Fuji beat Diesel to the punch, immediately kicking out her own legs so that by the time Diesel gave the spin, both women went for a ride. As soon as they landed, Fuji rolled out of the way. She was haggard. She was breathing hard. Diesel was sucking the life right out of her. She knew Diesel was better off overall, as the two of them fought on top of this walkway with no safety rails, for Fuji had taken a knee, to try and compose herself. No. This can't happen like this. She can't lose. Not now. She turned, and tried something different, Coming at Diesel with a HUGE, wide strike overtop of her head. A proximity attack-- one that says, Get out of my way.
COMBATSYS: Diesel endures Fuji's Midnight at Noon.
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Diesel 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Maybe Diesel should listen to her own advice and not announce her own freaking attacks. As it so happened, beseeching the strength of the Goddess of War may have been the wrong thing to do at the time Diesel tried to squeeze the fight out of the girl, it have her enough of a warning for Fuji to jump sideways taking Diesel with her in the process which ended with the two of them on the ground. The giant Amazon warrior gives a grunt and with a slow deliberate move gets back to his feet, eyes facing Fuji as she comes with that 'Get out of my way' swing to the nogging.
As expected, Diesel /doesn't/ get out of the way and takes the blow to the head, her forehead cut causing her to bleed from there, yet she keeps that ever stoic face fixed upon Fuji as she swings a right hook to clock her on the side of the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Diesel successfully hits Fuji with Quick Punch.
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Diesel 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Fuji
And that was all she wrote. Fuji was definitely a force to reckon with, But against A huge grappler like Diesel, she didn't stand much of a chance. Her huge overhead swing had a heavy connection, but the fast blow that followed afterwards was just far too much for Fuji to handle. Yet, as Fuji was getting punched out, she was readying a second swing for Diesel, of which the cane actually still might hit her. Regardless, the blow from Diesel will knock Fuji back, make her tumble, and send the poor lass nearly 20 feet into the shallow water below. She would manage to get her head above water, but not before she passes out at the foot of the fountain, surrounded by cheering and some otherwise concerned fans.
COMBATSYS: Fuji can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Diesel counters Midnight at Noon from Fuji with Sahadeva Krpura.
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As dramatic as falling some 20 feet down to the waters below may have been. Leaving Fuji unconscious and floating in the waters are not part of Diesel's orders. That is why, when the blind woman finally seems like she had enough and makes a mad dash to try and escape by falling of the ledge while swinging wildly, Diesel goes to catch that cane and violently pull her back. It may look like she's saving her to those onlookers watching from below, but in reality her intentions are far less noble.
At least no one has called the police just yet, maybe the people below think that this is some kind of sanctioned match? Could be, being the weekend the SNF league may be trying to pull a surprise fight on everyone, so it's plausible that the two fighters there are just entertainers. A thought Diesel is willing to risk to clear one doubt she had.
"Yatefusa Fuji." The giant warrior is practically carrying Fuji bridal style now as she looks down on her. "Are you awake?"
Okay. So now you all REALLY know what happened, Fuji was countered, and rather than fall, Diesel had pulled her in, and a clothesline knocked the small girl out. With that being settled, Fuji blacked out at Diesel's feet, and stayed that way-- suprisingly remaining bruised, but non bloody as Diesel lifted her and carried her away. It would be several blocks worth of Diesel's incessant asking before Fuji would come to-- her eyes opened. She had smashed yet another pair of sunglasses, and though she was being carried, she couldn't muster the energy to even ball a fist. She was able to, however, reach into her jacket and draw another pair of sunglasses. Seriously. How many did this woman have? "Mmph." Fuji answered, still very sore. "...Put me down, lady. Then we'll talk." Mind you, she was in no condition to stand, either!
Diesel had no intention of staying there drawing gawking faces at her, show's over people, return to your daily lives and leave the Amazon warrior to leap away with the other girl on tow. If anything else, Diesel is a /very/ patient woman, if not stubborn, which is why it should come to no surprise that she didn't stop pestering Fuji to wake up until she finally did open her grey eyes to see nothing still.
There's something that almost sound like a chuckle, although it could very well be a grunt, when Fuji /demands/ to be put down. And for some reason Diesel complies, setting her back on her feet. Although she does let Fuji lean on her if it looks like she doesn't have the energy to keep standing.
"You're not my prisoner." She says first to get that out of the way. "Ultimately, the Master wishes you to join us voluntarily. We can fix your eyes and give you untold power, but the desire of accepting our gifts must come from you. That...was just a taste of what we can offer." Unlike me, you have a choice, Diesel seems to want to say, but doesn't, instead she just keeps talking.
"I won't stop hounding you if you decline however, make no mistake." So it's not so much if Fuji joins or not, but when. "Although..whatever you decided...I do have one question." Is she acting shy?? "If you'd..err..lend me your hand.." She seems to be almost whispering now, very uncharacteristic for a woman of her girth.
As it appeared, Fuji was able to still be relatively mobile, but when Diesel put her down, Fuji immediately sat down, leaning against a heating duct on top of a roof. She sat there quietly, the cold air from the new year stung on her bruised wounds. Her head sank, hands joining together quietly. Her left hand was sprained in the exchange, so she couldn't close it properly. It would need to heal for a few days. She listened to Diesel quietly, and dropped her head slowly. "Look, lady..." She said slowly. She still didn't know Diesel's name, after all. You don't hear much else when you're running for your life. "...Every day I wake up hoping to see a shining sun and myself in the mirror-- and every day I get let down. I am down. But I am far from out. 7 years ago if it was a stationary object bolted to the ground I was guaranteed to hit it. Over the years I alone became what I am today." She looked up towards Diesel then, though not actually seeing her. "I -WILL- get my sight back, lady. I will know the feeling of not having to force a smile when I am happy. If you want to follow me, by all means, do so. Though I fail to see why you wish to do it as an enemy. I know you want to help." She raised her hand then. extending it to Diesel. "Then you should cheer me on, not look for a quick fix. I came here today to do the same thing-- see a doctor-- fighting you made me realize how much farther my potential is. I will see, make no mistake about that."
"You are not my enemy Yatefusa Fuji, you said it yourself." Diesel responds plainly, having little to no tact, as Amazon warriors often don't. "But I'm not your cheerleader either. If you want to go on with your silly little quest to find a doctor that will magically cure you of your blindness, then go right ahead and waste your time. It will be just that fulfilling for us when you come crawling for our gifts." See? No tact.
She does however kneel next to the other woman and grasps the extended hand she asked for, as expected Diesel's palm is gruff and raspy, made tough by years of hard labor. "You will find out soon enough, I trust on your good judgment Yatefusa...which is why." Then, the Killer Doll may do something that Fuji might not expect, even through all the analysis she has done of the woman. Diesel pulls Fuji's hand softly and places it on her face so she's forced to touch her. "Which is why...I wanted to make sure you mean that last comment you made when we first met." Is this about the thing Fuji said about Diesel being pretty? Looks like the giant Amazon is just a big softie. How disappointing.
As her hand touched Diesel's face, Fuji held it there for a second, and let it slide around a bit, touching Diesel. "...This may sound weird, but you're not the first person to have me do this." Fuji stated, not weirded out by the process at all. "Oh. That." She said slowly. She was quiet for nearly a minute as she felt around Diesel's face slowly.
She sighed after a minute. "Maybe I should ask you a question in regards to this." Fuji said slowly, sitting up. "...An old friend of mine once said that for every single time one brings themselves down, it takes 10 times the effort to steer your mind in the opposite direction. If you said you were ugly once, you would have to say you were beautiful 11 times just so you yourself begin to believe it. I can feel your skin. Sure. It's rough, a little cracked, even burned on the tip of your nose." She slowly withdrew her hand then, and put it in her lap. "Regardless of the fact you and I are not on similar terms, I believe you should choose to see the beauty yourself. I can't be your cheerleader as you cannot be mine. You don't have my problems. I'm dead to my family. I lost my best friend. I haven't seen myself in 7 years." A weak smile. "But I'm still beautiful, because I choose to be. Nothing will ever stop that." She shifted then, and she pulled her sunglasses from her eyes, closing them in the process. "...The day you look in the mirror and realize the woman staring at you is not what you envision yourself as is the day you put ten times the effort into becoming what you really want to be. You can be beautiful. I can see one day. I must remain optimistic. As should you.
Diesel kneeled there and let Fuji get to work. She could clearly feel the light twitch on her eyebrows when she was told that her skin was cracked and her nose burnt. Diesel may be a stalwart berserker Amazoness but she's still a woman, damnit! She wants to be told she's pretty. At least Fuji had the decency of not commenting on the fact that her nose is also bent slightly due to it been broken several times and that there's more than a few scars, not to mention her swollen cheek due to taking a cane to the face repeatedly.
Still, she seems satisfied from what Fuji tells her, at least in regards to her physical beauty since she's still rather disappointed Fuji won't join Shadaloo. She really wants to view this woman as an ally, they seem to have so much in common it pains her to treat her as an enemy. She takes in a deep breath, hearing Fuji's pearls of wisdom and gives a slight snort. She wont try to compare her life to that of Fuji, the girl she used to be is dead, now only the Diesel remains. The woman stands up abruptly "Well.." Diesel seems to scoff at the idea of willing herself to be beautiful, but she does offer one thing. "I think you're pretty." Err.. "Just saying."
What the--
Suddenly she's turning around and running away. Her turn to retreat back to the shadows. "So long Yatefusa Fuji. I'll be watching you." Oh will she ever.
It was in the distance as Diesel tried to leave did Fuji leave a snide remark. "Most people tend to take pictures. They seem to last longer."
Log created on 20:19:57 01/22/2012 by Diesel, and last modified on 18:32:41 01/26/2012.