Description: Watch thieves and Attitude! Daniel Jack meets the Great Bartitsu Mask. Though matched in strength, Daniel pulls a victory from under his impeccably orange suit and gets one step closer (or further? I dunno. Who's keeping track, anyways?) to finding those watch thieves. Not like they won't see him coming, though.
"GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!"
Saturday Night at the Duck Pond is a swinging riot, bustling with life. The famous Duck Duck Dub is pumping over the speakers, as everyone is bumping and grinding and shaking various groove things to the beat. The large dance floor is split over three seperate levels, a notch higher above the rest. The great, center floor was partially sectioned off for the Saturday Night Fight for the evening. A large screen sits between two massive inflated ducks, showing on the full screen where the cameras are pointing at. Manning the cameras, the SNF crew aims them over the dancing crowd, who scream and wave back as they turn up on the giant screen. Finally, the cameras sit on a grim-looking man dressed up in an orange zoot suit, lounging at the bar.
The notorious Daniel Jack.
Daniel Jack sits at the bar, throwing back another shot of Bacardi 151, as mulls about his luck. He couldn't believe The Duck Pond would let him back in, after what he did several weeks ago. Nearly causing a riot, he was fiercely banned from the club by Duck King, having had to been thrown out by Mister Jones. But after signing up for the Saturday Night Fight, the ban was temporarily lifted. Maybe if Daniel put on a good show, they might let him stay back in. Still, he was here for more than just promotional work. He had a tip off from a trusted source about his opponent.
The Bartitsu Mask.
The detective orders another shot as he boils over the name of the mysterious masked individual. According to his tip-off, the stranger was connected somehow to the Black Dragons, a vicious ring of wanton watch thieves. Not above murder, the detective has chased the gang across the world, following whereever their trail leads them.
And now, he might have another lead.
The detective was highly skeptical about the SNF; since he learned that they accepted Abobo, a notorious gang-leader, he suspected that the SNF was criminally connected. That was why, in the end, he registered into the fight. Sensing the camera on him, he turns around, clinging to the shot, looking up at the camera. Looks like it was approaching show time. Rolling off the seat, he begins to working his way to the center stage, stumbling slightly as the music continues to roar.
"FEEL THE HEAT, FEEL THE BEAT!"
The Great Bartitsu Mask.
The name alone could strike some serious controversy. The masked woman shared an eerie resemblance to a floating revenant of a man who only laughed and fought with roses. Still, there were some things about her demeanor that couldn't be overlooked. Surprising grace, an ability to float amongst the crowd. An ability to blend in as well as she stood out. Many of these traits could have be positives and negatives, but the woman with the top hat wasn't paying heed to her being analyzed. Once a week, she appears in random places dotted throughout the world, dispensing much needed ass kickings. It seemed as if every week, she was fighting someone new. Last week she got to pretend she was a professional wrestler. The week before she fought some lady with serrated weapons.
She couldn't believe they allowed edged weapons. A cane she'd understand, but Bartitsu Mask was new, different. The dark haired woman slinking through the crowd, gentle pushes guiding her. She did not like the night clubs simply because they were loud. Noone knew she was blind or anything, but when you rely on sound as your chief source of finding people, Music pumping really throws a damper on it.
It didn't take long, but she finally appeared on the dancefloor. Her demeanor-- she fit in well with other cosplayers-- but in a serious place to dance?
She just looked like a bloody fool. What's with the cape, anyways?
"SLAMMIN' ALL THE DOOR!"
As Daniel stumbles to the dance floor, he had the air of a poor, drunk detective. Unfortunately for the detective, an observant opponent could see through this ruse. The stumbles are forced, not accidental. And Daniel Jack has been binge drinking, not slowly before the fight; the alcohol would not have affected him so quickly. It was a common trick of the detective, to let his opponent's guard down.
But observations work both ways.
Daniel Jack was studying his opponent as well. Top hat, gentlemen garb, feminine body. Fairly petite build as well, actually, with the exception of the chest. The mask was unusual, but not unexpected. A gangster would want to conceal his, or in this case, -her- identity. The detective is eyeing the cane though. Canes, to the detective, come in two flavors. Decoration, and weapons. And observing the girl, unless she has back troubles, that was very definately a weapon. The cane also brought another thing to mind for the detective.
A Clockwork Orange.
"Well, well, well, my droogie." The detective slurs, falling into position in the center ring, swaying from side to side. "Interesting get up, scuzzy. What's the theme, sweetheart, looking classy before a bit of the ultra-violence?" The detective sips the shot, glancing at the woman again. "A real clever theme, considering what I hear about the watches. Maybe too clever." The detective was testing the waters, seeing how she would react. After all...
He might have a watch thief on hand.
Sadly for the Zoot Suit Detective, the mask may have been brought to a Saturday Night. The last few matches she's had have all been on the same page-- people who are, regardless of appearance. Equal to or stronger than her. The dark haired mask wearer stood upright. Warranted past the gentleman's garb and otherwise frail looking body-- there was a shot that this female fighter may have been attractive-- but a mask hinders this!
Bartitsu Fighters were never to be overlooked. They often fought just as coordinated drunk as they did sober. Cold, calculating, and very professional. Mask's appearance could at least signify a similar aura of professionalism. Her head lifted. There was no breast pocket chain-- or any form of telling if she had even a cellular phone on hand. The Dark haired woman stepped forward then. She sniffed the air. She needed his scent above everyone elses. It reeked of booze. During this time, the viewers at home would be viewing a spreadsheet about both fighters and their highlights from their last fights. The camera zoomed in close to the Mask then.
"We both know you're not drunk," the mask mused. "You step too heavily and too similarly to be as loaded as you're claiming to be.
The hat was removed, and tossed into the crowd. "Come now. Don't hold back."
"KICK THE SEAT, STOMP YOUR FEET!"
Well, damn. She was sharp. The detective raises an eyebrow, the visage of drunken swagger fading away quickly. "Well, hell. Aren't you classy. Give me a moment to tank up then, scuzzy." Daniel Jack throws the shot back before tossing it away, and motions to one of the partiers on the floor. Grabbing his beer, he begins to chug it back. Pausing, he wipes his face, and continues you. "But you didn't answer me. I'm on the trail of a gang of watch thieves, Bartitsu Mask. Black Dragon. Maybe the name sounds familiar to you?"
The detective throws back the bottle, beginning to finish the rest.
Finishing up the last of the beer, the detective continues. "Now don't hold back. Maybe you don't know me, sweetheart, but I am a student of Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu. You might know it as a traditional Japanese art, with heavy roots in Aikido. And more importantly, a self-defense art. I didn't win my Contender Belt out of dumb luck, sweety. But if you really want me to not h-" Suddenly, the detective begins the fight with a quick, sharp fling. Hurling the bottle across the dancefloor, he attempts to peg the mysterious caned fighter right in the mask.
How VERY ungentlemanly.
The dark haired woman looked around, as it seemed, as if she was looking for something. One thing to note, however, was thather "eyes" were never trained on anything for very long. Upon closer inspection? The eyes on the mask were actually painted on, a cheshire smile painted on it in a fiery red that glowed along with the mask in the neon lights of the dance floor. The dark haired woman looked back. Black Dragon. The last time she heard any reference to anything like that she was back in China, and that was years ago.
"...I have no idea what you are talking about." The mask answered, a half step back, weight on her back heel. She had looked away, actually, just as the bottle came flying at her. At the very last second, her hand lifted, catching the bottle thrown at her with an impressive speed. She didn't waiver in the slightest. Her head turned to face Daniel then, calmly walking to a nearby table, and setting the bottle down upon it.
"...Are you done?" She asked then. She rushed forward then, and paid him his dues. With an uppercut.
"...CHEEEEN MUUUUSIIIIC...!" Damn accent.
"LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE!"
The music continues to thump as the crowd begins to wince at Daniel's cheap shot. The detective was resourceful, that was for certain. Unfortunately, his opponent was skilled. As the bottle is caught, everyone, audience and Daniel included, just drops their jaw. Daniel Jack is stunned as he watched Fuji carefully places the bottle on a table.
"Well. Hell."
The detective belts as the masked woman lunges in. As the upper cut comes, Daniel Jack throws back to his own defensive stance, a bowed-legged stand with his hands held forward, palms forward. The left palm catches the punch, slowing it down. Unfortunately, the punch breaks through the first guard, forcing Daniel to bring up his second to run between Daniel and the fist. The blow meets a solid, flexed arm, bumping Daniel in the face, injuring him slightly. But from the detective's reaction, he had bigger concerns.
"Cheen Music?"
The Detective repeats her accent as he surges back, rolling forward with a sharp thrust of his left hand for a palm strike. After the initial attempt at striking her in the torso, he continues to speak, bringing forward the hand chop with the right. "Japanese." The detective says flatly. "But something corrupting it; an immigrant maybe, Chinese or Korean? No, more like first generation. And with very refined English. You've studied somewhere. Perhaps... Seijyun High?" Daniel Jack unleashes the hand chop, and recovering, follows up with a steady straight kick with the left. "That's the easy part. What's my real question is the mask, scuzzy." The detective finishes the combination with a reverse roundhouse kick with the right, making the offense fairly slow, but fairly long reach. But not before he finishes with a final question.
"How can you see if the eyes are painted on?"
They were both Analytical. Interesting.
The Mask shifted. Somehow, she felt unnerved by the fact he was taking the time to analyze her in the midst of combat. Still, her head canted a bit. Her forward assault was blocked twice-- but she still managed to get through a bit. Her head lifted, and she answered his analysis. "I speak 8 languages fluently." the mask answered. "I taught myself." She was within melee range, and yet each attempt at attacking her was effortlessly block. Hand chop? Blocked. Quick Kick? Block. Reverse Roundhouse...? She ducked that entirely. That move would have blown her over just based on the fact he had size difference on her.
The question about the Mask. A midsection palm strike the answer.
"...Buy the book if you want to know about me."
"WHEN YOU FEEL THE GROOVE!"
"Eight languages in, and you still got that accent?" Daniel Jack snarks deadpanly as his flurry is partially blocked. No big deal for the detective, though. Zoot Suit Riot, while his own personal favorite, wasn't about the initial assault. As the mysterious masked woman might notice, it wasn't about the first attack, but about the next two assault that roll right in. Recovering from the last kick, the detective falls back to form, keeping himself tight with his center. "I don't need the book, I can read you just fine sweetheart." Winding back his right hand high above his head, the detective's hand begins to burn with orange chi energy. His form, his inner chi, was shifting to the perfect position to break a board, or a stack of ice. The mask is already on the attack, however, when Daniel starts to utter his warning. "If you are gonna keep on the defense..."
"You gonna learn fast what Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu means, Miss Mask."
When the Mask unleashes the palm strike, it is , it is like hitting a bear trap. Down comes the chi-laced hand chop with the flawless form of a true master. Aiming for the woman's collar bone, it would truly be the maximum of what a hand chop could be capable of. Able to shatter whole skeletons, tear apart battleships, and turn the very mountains to dust, it was, in all intents of the word, the most fiercesome hand chop any person could experience. But as his gaze latches upon the masked fighter, he had a greater concern than both the attack and his bruised ribs. Her head tilts.
What was the pattern?
The chop manages to find it's way home, and the sheer force behind it finds it's home for the collarbone. However, none of the boasted effects of said hand chop never really happened. Capable of breaking collarbones? Perhaps on untrained people. On battle-hardened fighters? The speedy cross chop finds its way home, blowing the small masked woman over, and away from him. She could not see him. The pumping music was giving her a headache. She should have been able to sense this coming. She, suprisingly, does not say down very long. A backwards roll completes her fall, and she stands. She holds at her collarbone for a moment, stretching and rolling her neck so it wouldn't stiff up on her. "...Interesting." She said. She hadn't read up on Daniel at all-- but from the force of that hit-- she'd better keep proper tabs on him.
The Masked woman's head lifts, and she assumed her actual combat stance. Palms up. Closed fists. A bartitsu stance-- a french martial art?
She rushed in then. She slapped with her left. Followed with her right, followed with a cheek slap. Followed by a right hook. The only punch involved. "You'd be wise to not underestimate me."
"MAKE ME PROOOOOOVE"
The Duck Duck Dub may be throwing The Masked Woman off, but Daniel Jack was finding himself in the groove. While the hand chop is not really the most powerful technique in the world, it was pretty darn close. Knocking the woman away, the detective does take a moment to recover. The attack, while powerful, left the detective exposed. But as she rolls away, the detective has his opportunity. And there, he sees that she was dropping into her stance.
And he quickly recalls his own technique.
Daniel Jack's technique was a blend of three primary techniques, though Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu was an effective term for them all. Ryuhaku Style Todoh-Ryuu, which emphasized Kasane Ate and intense passion with every strike, as well as some obscure talents. Kasumi-Style Todoh-Ryuu, with emphasis on the more technical aspects of the art, such as the hand and foot, as well as the grapples. And as Daniel did show, he had his own base of Streetfighting Techniques, using improvised weapons, cheap shots, and being willing to throw away the reactionary style of Todoh-Ryuu for a much more aggressive approach. All was fine and dandy, except for a problem on Daniel's side.
He didn't actually know Bartitsu.
What he does notice is that the mysterious woman had gotten serious now, dropping into her defensive stance. Daniel's response, however, seems quite unusual. Instead of bringing back his guard, the detective simply stands there, crossing his arms, and glowering at the woman. For the audience, they can see that the detective's frame was beginning to fade out, the detective's percieved colors saturating, as if a shadow was cast over him.
For those with heightened perceptions though, they would be able to see a much more accurate image of what was happening.
Daniel's aura began to wink out, fading into the ambient surroundings. Daniel Jack had, for lack of a better word, become a figure of the background, no different from the people around him. As the slaps come, Daniel doesn't even put up a guard to block with. He simply faces down the attack with a withering gaze, unreacting to the slap. As the last punch comes, he rumbles out a response, uncrossing his arms.
"Practice what you preach, sweetheart."
The detective's hand is like a vicegrip as he grabs the woman's punching arm by the wrist. His aura surges back to life, revealing where the detective was. But it may be too late. Seizing the woman, he pivots, whipping her around before jumping into the air. Holding her aloft like a dancer with his partner, his hands burn with chi as transfers it into the masked stranger. With a single, smooth spike, the detective hurls the woman, igniting her with chi. The Masked Bartitsu would find upon impact to be caught in a wave of chi, as the detective roars out the name of the attack.
"KASANE ATE!"
Chi was never a solid footing for the masked woman. Something felt off in her rush. Daniel seemed to KNOW when Fuji was coming for him. Still, Bartitsu Mask knew that after the first swing that something was wrong. Her blows were connecting-- but there was no sign of resistance. It took her until mid swing until she realized what was going on. The Masked woman shifted, trying to get out of the vice-like snap of his wrist. His words. The Mask could feel it entering-- the burning chi feeling. She had recognized this pain; the oh so torturous pain. The woman's head lifted, and from it, came something Daniel might find satisfying.
A visible grunt of pain. the Chi burned through her. It felt similar to what her master did to her every single time she got out of line-- which happened quite frequently. Landing to the ground with a thud, Bartitsu Mask crashed up against a wall, sliding to a stop against it. She stood herself up, albeit a little slower this time.
"...You..." She uttered. Daniel was going to pay for that. No smug prick was going to tell her what to do, or how to do it. She was sick of being the pushover before this. Practice what he preaches...?
A glowing ball of energy in her palm-- readied while she was down. "...PREACH THIS...! STRIKER...!"
A drop kick. Someone used to play soccer and-- HOLY CRAP IT'S COMING RIGHT AT YOU!
"TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT!"
Pain? Daniel wasn't a sadist. Daniel Jack was a bit ruthless though, especially in a fight. But the detective, despite his eccentric edge, was damn aware of his surroundings. More so than people would expect. As he unleashes the fiercesome throw, he lands, watching the woman with cautious dilligence. The Jumping Jack Flash was one of the nastiest techniques in Daniel's roster. Chi still burning, he brings it around, ready to unleash a follow up... when she surges back with a blast of energy. The detective swings his own arm forward, attempting to unleash a second wave of chi, to send her reeling as he roars.
"KASANE-"
But too fast.
The detective is struck squarely in the chest, the Kasane Ate killed in the womb. Rolling back across the dance floor, he stumbles up once, before collapsing down again. The numbing, nerve-killing feeling. -Psycho energy.- Daniel Jack seethes, lashing out at the woman loudly. "Look, you freakin' dame. I just want to know where the watches are! I got a good lead that you are associated with the Black Dragons! Now spit it out, before I get -damn- mean, you dig?" Struggling back up, he was exposed for the moment.
The Masked Woman could get her opportunity now, to narrow the gap.
Different people react to different situations differently than one another. To the Mask, it was pain. Pain was the only reminder how much crap she actually puts up with, and the kinds of stories she'd be able to tell you-- man. There'd be noone with a story like hers. Fights murderers, learning languages, travelling the world in search of a cure-- you know, awesome stuff.
The masked woman lifted her head slowly. Blasts like the one she just fired always tend to take the wind right out of her. She had to press the assault against someone like this detective. It was why, shortly after her battle, she'd go to the lengths of explaining to people just how she operates. Not why.
In order to press the assault, Bartitsu Mask came rushing forward. Not with a slap, or a punch, but a nice, hard, Bartitsu style kick.
"...You're wrong. Your networking skills suck."
"TILL YOU REACH THE TOP AND DO THE HOP!"
"Networking skills? Well my, my, aren't you haughty." The detective growls. When the kick comes crashing in, the detective brings left arm to bear, catching the blow with a block. The crack, however, makes it clear that Daniel did NOT enjoy that kick. Struggling, he gets a taste of Bartitsu Mask pain. But the detective was rip-roaring now, surging against the masked fighter. Daniel Jack wasn't in it for the story.
He was in it for the money.
Well, the money, and the reputation. And that sense of justice, vigilante or otherwise. But ask Daniel, he might just stick with the money. Money was a great motivator for the detective. It was why he enjoyed fighting on the stage. Lashing out his other arm, the detective attempts to grab the masked woman by the ankle. Should he get a successful grab, he would reverse the kick, gingerly snatching the woman by above the ankle. With a smooth motion, he would bring the masked woman to the ground, and wrench HARD, attempting to dislocate not only the knee, but strain or even sprain the ankle. She was agile, that was for certain.
So the detective would hamstring that offense.
The most off putting thing about Bartitsu Mask wasn't her own personal sense of vigilante-ism-- it was the fact that it wasn't quiet obvious why she was here to begin with. Her Mask was new, but showed scrapes and scratches from her personal sense of being, the girl's kick may have been blocked, but even if she lost, she wanted to leave a proper impression that she was not exactly the type of person to be swept under the rug and forgotten about.
She noticed that Daniel was attempting to grab her ankle-- which he succeeded at doing. However, the sweeping kick that followed it was dodged completely by her jumping it before she slunk her foot out of position, pulling away from his grab with relative ease. Daniel appeared to be a hard-boiled fighter-- As was Bartitsu Mask. But in that anti-hero demeanor they both shared, meant that neither would simply just give up, and fight however means are necessary. She pulled her cape in a mid spin, and threw it forward-- a distraction-- the attempted kick to the head that followed it?
Purely intended.
"QUACK QUACK QUACK!"
The two fighters we fairly evening matched now, the fight coming with ebbs and flows. Daniel was on an ebb now, instead of the flow he was on earlier. The masked woman, unfortunately, was a cunning and analytical fighter like the Detective.
But Daniel wasn't gonna back down either.
As the cape comes flying, Daniel is ready now, his footing back. The attempt at misdirection is nulled as the detective catches the cape, and counter twirls, twisting it up tightly in both hands. When the kick comes, the detective throws up the cape, holding it taut. With a sharp shove, he parries the blow, knocking it aside. "What are you in this for? There is something up with you! I can sense it; you are hiding not one thing, but a whole platter of them. Who are you? Why are you here?"
And then comes the shove.
Still holding the cloak taut, he thrusts the improvised weapon forward, attempting to knock the masked fighter off balance. If successful, he would follow through in a very unusual approach: Whipping the cape around. Snapping it around wildly, a new life seems to surge in the detective, now that he had some kind of weapon in hand. Beads of sweat rolled down his forward as the weapon is whirled about.
It was time to wind down this relentless assault.
Who was she? She was Bartitsu Mask. Why was she here? Saturday Night's alright for fighting. Get a little actuon in. Daniel made the horrid mistake of underestimating exactly who she was. He, like everyone else, writes her off as some kind of person who simply comes to and exists. If asked after the battle? She'd probably confess. She has nothing else in her life. Her head lifted, but when her cape was snatched from her, she knew a guy like him would just be an idiot with it. Maybe she expected more, though, for the blow came and in a hard snap, Mask got snapped with her own cape. It grazed her shoulder-- but that was pretty much in. The dude had a pretty mean rat tail though. She had to think about what to do next-- when she had the simplest of plans. Make his ears ring.
DUAL TEMPLE SMASH!
"BRUSH YOUR TEETH!"
Using the cloak was unpredictable, to say the least. But unpredictability was Daniel's friend now. He had to create his opportunities now, make his openings, and then exploiting them. It wasn't a hard hit, that was certain. But Daniel, despite earlier performance, was not a many of hard knocks. He was a many of creating openings, a flurry of fast, medium-power attacks, and building towards the finish. The Bartitsu Mask may not have been knocked down, but that wasn't the intent. Daniel Jack saw that, with the mask crack, it was time to seal the deal. As the masked fighter comes launching in to box his ears, Daniel Jack drops his guard, glaring fiercely at the woman.
And then comes the dreaded arm cross.
The Bartitsu Mask may not see it, but she will know what is coming. The detective's frame looks as it is shadow, joining in with the crowd. For those more attuned, once again he has his aura flicker out, emptying out his aura as he blends in with the ambient chi. As the stunning blow is unleashed, the detective's form unchanges, taking the hit with narely a block. Not to say that he wasn't immune to the ear clap: The detective was, for the moment, stone deaf. But with that focused gaze, the blow is ignored, and as Fuji recovers... the aura surges back ten-fold. A roaring flame of energy surrounding him, he states cooly to the woman.
"Lets put a Sunset on this right now."
The detective explodes forward with a palm strike with the left, chained into a hand chop with the right. Palm strike, hand chop. And then, a third duo of palm strike to hand chop. A fourth pair is initiated, with a palm strike, before Daniel Jack lunges in with the right, attempting to break the chain by seizing the masked woman by the inside of the shoulder...
Seizing her by the crook of her shoulder, Daniel Jack pivots. Holding her up high, the detective carries her high above, balancing her carefully before turning towards a nearby table. The chi fire consuming up his arms, once again Fuji is ignited, and once again, with a sharp spike, the detective hurls the woman right to the table, roaring out the finisher of the attack.
"KASANE ATE!"
The Masked Woman's head lifted-- that dead-still stance. She could sense the flaring-- Crap. This man was seriously starting to piss her off. He was actually getting closed to putting her down. The second the chi touched her, she knew it was going to not end well. The Bartitsu fighter crossed her arms, knowing the attack was impendant. unlike him however, she couldn't melt into the crowd like he could. Each blow he issued was either block or redirected, until the chi invaded her system. Writhing, the dark haired woman was then tossed-- but rather than take the impact of the table, she tucked, bracing and rolling off the table, and into a sitting position of a chair.
She didn't even touch the drinks that were on the table. But some guy got a small asian lady in his lap. She shook her head, climbing out of the stranger's lap without so much an apology, where she climbed back into the fighting square. "...You piss me off." The dark haired woman said then.
She rushed then. She had a plan. Wait. Probably. Boot to stomach.
D.D.T. into the floor. If he wasn't out of steam yet.
"COMB YOUR HAIR!"
Though he WAS slowing down. With ears still ringing, hits the ground on both feet. The detective was now stumbling for real. With his balance off, he was finding it harder and harder to keep up his defense. And yet, despite his final push, the mask was still standing. If just barely. Her lash back was pushing the detective past where he wanted. For an elegant lady, she had a damn sharp tongue under that mask. Daniel Jack just stomps down his foot. "Knock that OFF! Moody little shrew, and you think you are a lady? I ought of take you right over my knee and give you a good- erm."
The detective pauses.
"You know what, nevermind. Just promise me you won't let me knock you out, you dig?" The detective still had a round of questions for her watch thieving ways. The boot to the stomach is deflected the right arm, the detective's guard still holding up just barely. Unfortunately, now both arms were now stunned. Shoving the pained limbs towards her, he breaks the grapple barely, still struggling to keep up. Daniel could use his legs for a quick kick. But the detective wasn't a kicker. He was a rolling and shaker. The Great Bartitsu Mask was on the edge, and Daniel Jack had to push her over.
So he leaps.
Bounding through the air, both arms were spread wide open, the detective throwing everything he had in a flying, full form aerial takedown. Attempting to catch the girl up in his arms, he knew he didn't have much of a grip now with his arms. What he did have, however, was speed and momentum. Attempting to bowl her over, he would slam her to the ground, and attempt a submission hold, growling out a swift command for the woman.
"Tap out, sweetheart!"
The Dark haired woman had known that the end was coming. For whatever reasons, the chips were just not agreeing with her tonight, as the open aired takedown connects, bowling the woman over. The Masked woman tried her similar D.D.T attack as the time before, but Daniel's sheer weight carried him through the attack, which ultimately bowled her over. She rolled over, and as the man in the suit grappled her ankle, she knew it. Fucking wrestling moves.
"...I'm Done." she said then. "I don't know anything about your stupid watch thieves." She sneered. "...Now let go of my ankle." People really seem to like making her tap.
And with a rouse of cheers, the music and fight comes to a close.
It wasn't even close to wrestling for Daniel. To the detective, this was a cross between his streetfighting style from way back when he was an R0, augmented with Todoh-Ryuu flare. Knocking her into a pin, he locks her there until finally...
She taps out.
The detective immediately releases her, his presence taking a sharp turn. "Great fight, ma'am. Now lets talk about that business." Trying to help her up, the detective continues to talk, his tone still intense, but much warmer than before. "You can walk okay? Let me get you a drink at the bar. Now, you might be telling the truth, they might have lied. I need to make sure of that. If I got liars feeding me false information to jump them in REACTION to me joining the SNF... well that's a big red flag, now isn't it, sweetheart?"
It seems all that hardboiled styling faded once the fight was over.
Oh. She let him buy her a drink. He set her on fire twice. That shit hurts. His end analysis just had her staring at him. 5.... 10 seconds went by. Drinking through a straw under the Mask. she has an identity to hide after all, before she turned, putting her elbows on the bar.
"...You're an idiot."
Log created on 17:10:57 04/22/2012 by Fuji, and last modified on 14:32:28 04/23/2012.