Description: The Dogpound in Southtown is not the kind of place you'd usually find Benkei Bunya or Brett Neuer, but the NDP brings them there, and Brett's state of mind ends up being a danger to the both of them, leading to an unpredictable fight. (Winner: Brett)
Benkei Bunya's NDP record hasn't been kind to him so far. Without winning a single fight, and getting beat up pretty bad, he's beginning to question the logic of Daniel's proposition. He's not much of a fighter, even with Master Todoh's training. Eventually, his parents will find out, and then, he's in some deep trouble, his mother having forbade him from fighting. But he's not the same geeky, awkward thirteen year old he was when he began training. Now he's a geeky, awkward sixteen year old, full of rebellion. He stands in his Todoh-ryuu gi, with the dojo log on the back, and a red belt at his waist. He waits for his opponent, trying to ignore all the barking dogs. He's afraid of dogs, after one mauled him when he was five.
COMBATSYS: Benkei has started a fight here.
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Benkei 0/-------/-------|
Normally, a dog pound like this would be enough to unsettle Benkei's opponent too. Not quite with the trauma that the younger boy might have, but definitely not of the type to shake off loud barking from big, angry dogs, even despite significant size on his side.
Unfortunately, Brett is...well, lets just say he has more pressing concerns. This fight might have been scheduled in advance, and it's not really in the young Mr. Neuer to miss such an appointment...well, his focus is elsewhere. As a result, the usually nebbish hockey kid skates in and...well, he has a dark look about him. Both of the sort that betrays a bad night's sleep, and that betrays...well, personal hauntings. Even as silent as he usually is during fights, he's eerily so before now, simply staring at Benkei. It's less to intimidate, and more of a stare that says he REALLY wants to be somewhere else right now.
But hey...if he can't take his frustrations out on the man who really is the target of Brett's furor....a substitute will suffice.
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Benkei
Benkei sees his opponent arrive, blinking behind his thick glasses at the look on the hockey player's face. Then, he recalls the news story about the hand grenade, having heard it in the news. "Hey, Mr. Brett, I'm sorry about your parents," he says meekly, as he drops into a fighting position. "Let's uh, just do this, please don't hurt me..." Suddenly, an aura of golden chi surrounds the young man, as he summons his fighting spirit. "Let's go!" He draws both hands downwards, with a shout of, "KASANE ATE!" A wave of golden chi ripples across the ground, right at Brett!
COMBATSYS: Brett endures Benkei's Kasane Ate.
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Brett 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Benkei
Despite the genuine condolences given toward him, Brett doesn't bother with anything more but a continued glare toward Benkei. There's a sense of barely restrained rage surrounding him, the longer and longer he stares. Even the aura surrounding Benkei doesn't seem to move Brett. The only indication that he even heard the beginning of the fight is a tightening of his hands around his stick. No preparation check list, no psyche up ritual, just that thousand-yard stare.
Until the Kasane Ate comes, that is. Once that ripples across the ground toward him, Brett just breaks into a mad dash. He doesn't even TRY To avoid it or flinch at it, he just charges straight into it, the crashing energy blasting him back a bit...but he continues on despite that initial impedement. Charging straight at the bespectacled fighter anew, Brett simply tries to charge over him with a smashing high check, roaring deeply.
COMBATSYS: Benkei dodges Brett's Medium Strike.
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Brett 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Benkei
Benkei blinks with wide eyes of wonder, awe, and fear in equal parts, as Brett slams through the Kasane Ate and keeps coming. With a little squeak, he narrowly sidesteps the high check, and sweeps at the back of Brett's leg with a heel meant for his knee, before he swipes out with a chop at Brett's neck. "H-h-hey, buddy ol' pal, no need to be so angry..." he whimpers, definitely feeling some terror at his opponent's mood.
COMBATSYS: Benkei successfully hits Brett with Combo Attack.
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Brett 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Benkei
The blind charge misses wide as Benkei sidesteps it. And with Brett's even more direct approach, he's not able to whip back around quick enough to avoid the strike at his leg, buckling him onto a knee and leaving him open for the follow up at his neck. The strike staggers him...but he doesn't seem exactly ready to lay down and quit. In fact he seems even angier than before.
Unfortunately, without speed, the only thing that can give Brett some pep is pure weight...which is exactly what he tries to put into use as he flips forward, trying to drive all 200 lbs toward Benkei with a somersaulting heel drop.
COMBATSYS: Benkei blocks Brett's Falling Star EX.
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Brett 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Benkei
Benkei raises both arms and blocks the heel drop, but is driven down to his knees beneath the powerful maneuver, letting out a little wail. "Ow, my arms!" He stands, his arms sore, and lashes out with a hand attempting to grab the side of Brett's head, then shove his thumb into his eye. "You're mean!" he whines, but doesn't look like he's going to give up either.
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Benkei's Pressure Point.
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Brett 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Benkei
The jab at his eye is caught by the back of Brett's gloved hand, set enough after that flipping kick that he's able to guard properly. At the very least, Brett is able to react and defend. He's not taken in rage enough to go completely berserker, apparently, but...still, he's not exactly in the proper mindset either for any sort of empathy toward Benkei's protests.
So if going over the top didn't work, Brett can try and sweep along low instead. Dropping low, he keeps the pressure on, stick extended as he spins about on his skates, trying to hack at the shins and ankles of the nerdy kick repeatedly.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Benkei with Ice Thrasher.
Glancing Blow
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Brett 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Benkei
Benkei backs up quickly, but is still caught in the shin by the stick. He limps a bit as he backs away, sniffling a bit as tears well up in his eyes. "Hey, that hurt!" he squeaks, moving his struck leg behind him in his stance, moving into a left handed stance. Not his preferred method of combat, but it will have to do. A ball of gold light appears on his finger, which he flicks at Brett, the chi ball popping with a small burst of air wherever it strikes.
COMBATSYS: Brett fails to slow Little Bang from Benkei with Shark Crest.
- Power fail! -
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Brett 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Benkei
Brett tries to keep moving...but when Benkei slips back into that southpaw stance and the ball of light appears, the hockey kid instead holds back, rearing his own stick back in a shooting position. Glowering, he snaps his stick up as soon as the ball is flicked his way....unfortunately, he apparently didn't expect it to burst upon contact, his stick meeting the ball and popping it before he can unleash his own chi streak in return. The result? Brett's blasted back rather suddenly and...well, looking a fool at this point.
Benkei grins brightly as he manages to get a little luck with the odd attack, and triumphantly pumps his fist in the air. "Excelsior!" It is at this point he begins wheezing, clutching a hand over his chest as it gets harder to breath. He fumbles around his gi, pulling out his inhaler, and taking a pair of puffs. A look of calm crosses his face, as he puts the inhaler away.
COMBATSYS: Benkei gains composure.
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Brett 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Benkei
While normally that would be a point to take advantage of and get the momentum shifting, Brett is already on his back and unable to get up fast enough to interrupt that inhaler break. By the time he's back on his feet, Benkei's already finished. Frustration mixes with that already brewing rage by proxy, enough that his stick creaks in his grasp.
He could use the break himself...but instead, Brett simply charges forward again, trying to get in rather than let up. Growling, he swings his stick around, trying to wrap the blade of his hockey stick behind Benkei's neck, and yank hard, hopefully hard enough to pull the Todoh-ryuu student toward the winger...and right into the plowing elbow he tries to throw at his face.
COMBATSYS: Benkei blocks Brett's Sir Stanley's Crush.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Benkei
Benkei's aura flares up as he gets some of his wind back, and as Brett comes charging in, Benkei throws his arms up, getting pulled by the stick but the elbow impacting into his forearms. There's an explosion of chi as he lashes out with a snap front kick at Brett's stomach to push him backwards, before he lashes out with another karate chop. "You fiend, nobody plays polo anymore!" That's what sport Brett plays, right?
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Benkei's Combo Attack.
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Brett 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Benkei
Brett doesn't feel enough reverberation behind that strike to satisfy him, knowing that the younger kid's guard took it too well to really do any significant damage. "GRRAAAHHHHH!!!!" And to make it even worse, he insults the damn sport!...ok, Brett really has hockey as the last thing on his mind right now, which...kind of shows just how volatile his state of mind is today.
The kick is stopped as much as possible with Brett's stick, stalling it enough to absorb the rest of the force...then snap out immediately, trying to smash Benkei in the face fully with the heel of his hockey stick.
COMBATSYS: Benkei fails to interrupt Power Strike from Brett with Metric Knee.
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Brett 0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1 Benkei
The heel of the hockey strike smacks Benkei across the face, his glasses going flying as he stumbles to the side. He falls over onto his side, his hand bracing the impact as one of his legs stretches out, the other bent. He blinks rapidly at the now fuzzy opponent, his golden aura chi shimmering a bit as he loses some of his determination.
Feeling the momentum properly shift toward him, Brett continues to push forward, not caring about the flying glasses, or the rather ugly fall Benkei takes down onto his side. He just needs to push forward and do DAMAGE. MORE damage. No real technique at this point, he's just striking in and striking hard yet again, aiming a sharp swing of his stick straight into Benkie's gut. "GNNHHHHH!!"
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Benkei with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Brett 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Benkei
Benkei manages to stumble to his feet by the time Brett closes in, getting hit in the stomach - hard. Vomit explodes from his mouth, all over Brett, as he stumbles away, keeling forward. Squinting as he struggles to see, his aura explodes with heat as he rushes at Brett, swinging out with his fist, before he collapses to his knees, then his face.
COMBATSYS: Benkei can no longer fight.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Brett dodges Benkei's Nimrod Hammer.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|
...wow. Did he really end up hitting Benkei that hard? That...oh geez. Like a splash of cold water, Brett starts to come out of that red haze he had entered the fight in. Well, except it was much warmer and....yeah. And despite the stomach emptying strike, Benkei still comes at the heavy hitter. Except...well, his thirst for the fight has passed as soon as it took for Benkei to hurl onto him.
"Oh geez...geez, I'm..." he starts to stammer, sidestepping away from the final flailing strike. Dropping his stick, he tries to catch the Todoh-ryuu student before he fully collapses onto the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm..." He grinds the heel of his hand into his forehead, expression twisting in frustration.
COMBATSYS: Brett takes no action.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Brett has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:42:41 04/25/2012 by Brett, and last modified on 11:12:12 04/26/2012.