Description: Mounties, Moose (Meese?), Hats, Fighting, and other stuff too! En Francais of course. That's the French Canadian Way. (Winner: Draw)
Is there anything like night in an amusement park? What would be an otherwise cool and calm evening is instead broken apart by lights and sounds. Blinking lights in all colors of the rainbow flash all around, streaking through the air as rides hurl their riders around in an ceaseless spin. Roller coasters rattle along their tracks, people's screams of panic and excitement filling the air. The cheerful tones of a Merry-go-round calliope sets the backdrop for the central courtyard of the themepark. Lamp posts break apart the darkness, casting their flourescent glow on the paved circle that's been set aside for the main attraction at the park this evening. The Saturday Night Fight crew has their cameras set up to catch every moment of the action.
The local, Ace, stands calmly in the center of this noise, arms folded over his chest and one bare foot tapping away at the ground. He doesn't necessarily look impatient, merely eager to get the fight started. His eyes keep drifting towards the cameras, trying to keep the sour expression from his face as he thinks of fighting the first time not for his own sake, but to amuse others. He gives the camera one nod before returning his attention back to the arena laid out before him, a deep breath making his chest rise and fall as he takes one last moment to collect himself.
COMBATSYS: Ace has started a fight here.
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Ace 0/-------/-------|
Of all the people to face upon the Saturday Night Fight Circuit, perhaps one of the better oddballs to be pitted against was a tiny well dressed woman who wore a top hat and a face mask. "The Great Bartitsu Mask" was an oddball in the sense that not only was her background cloudy, but her fighting style was difficult to copy, and extremely difficult to predict. Like Drunken Boxing with a lot more slaps to the face. A woman that, even in the posted interview, admitted a dislike for things like flying and snow. Well. Awesome. Fly her to the birthplace of the snowflake. Welcome to Canada, Bartitsu mask.
All things aside, Canada was a pretty neat place. Open markets, Free Trade, and a royal passion for riots because of hockey games. (We're looking at you, Vancouver). The sounds of the fair were interesting. But the sound of moose everywhere? Someone already smashed into her with a moose hat on. Being flown to Canada to fight a Canadian? That felt biased. Why not China-- oh wait. It got nuked.
Mask seemed indifferent at the whole situation, a makeshift ring with a hay floor with ropes tied from four posts. Extremely original. The camera crew from the SNF were on standby, and then she made her entrance. On a moose. Riding backwards.
Is... Is that a mountie hat?
COMBATSYS: Fuji has joined the fight here.
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Ace 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Fuji
And likely the worst person to pit against Ace, a fighter who, from what is known about him, relies on his ability to predict what his enemy is going to do. Then again, leave it to the SNF to set up an interesting match, or at least one that places both fighters firmly out of their element. Well, mostly out of it. Ace still looks right at home standing there, casually awaiting his opponent, and why shouldn't he? Home court advantage is a rather significant thing, especially when the crowds being held back from the arena know one of the fighters in the ring is a native.
The moose, was unexpected. Ace didn't know what to do, so he threw his head back and laughed. A deep hearty chuckle the managed to, for a moment, make it over the other sounds barraging the two contestants from all around. He sighed softly, one last breathy laugh leaving him as he lowered his head, at least this should be entertaining. He lifted one leg, tearing off the weighted band tied there, swapping feet with a quick hop to get to the second. The pair of weights are casually tossed aside for later retrieval.
Ace's left food slides back through the hay, weight returning to it once his body is turned ever so slightly away from the Bartitsu Mask. His arms remain lightly folded across his chest, his guard remaining down for the moment, at least his physical guard. His eyes narrow slightly, looking the woman across from him in his sights, the gears in his brain already starting to turn.
Mask was known for appearing during weird circumstances. Of course, when you don't foot the bill for anything, what's the issue? It was a place full of Moose, or Meese, or whatever the hell these Reindeer rejects are called. Upon entering the ring, however, Mask's disposition changed. While she joked getting to the ring, her stance otherwise was incredibly unorthodox. She tapped the corner of the ring, and then guided the ropes around-- learning it's boundaries. This... was different. The mountie hat cast aside, Mask's head turned, she now on opposite side of the ring. She tapped the chin of her mask thoughtfully, but said nothing.
But the instant that bell rang...
The cape was being thrown towards Ace. Who throws a cape? Wait. A distraction. For the kick through it aimed at the jaw. Mask was little talk, and all action tonight.
COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Ace with Blinded Me With Science.
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Ace 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Fuji
Cape.. cape? Foot! Ace wasn't expecting that one, not in the least. He slides to try to move out of the way, but either his moves aren't fast enough or else the cape made him misjudge his direction. Whatever it was that tripped him up, he ends up taking the hit full on to the jaw, head whipping to the side a little from the impact. His head snaps right back around though, hand whipping the cape away from his face.
His front foot pivots as his rear foot lifts off the ground. He bring his knee up right to his chest as if about to launch a side kick, which instead diverts to the ground directly infront of Bartitsu Mask. His foot impacts the ground with a crack as a blast of golden chi shoots up before him like a flaming gyser.
COMBATSYS: Ace successfully hits Fuji with Defense de la Tour.
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Ace 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Fuji
The Dark haired woman shifted. The recovery time of getting her cape back on kind of screwed her then, as she attaches her cape just in time to catch the full force of the blow to the stomach, which knocked her away. An Energy maneuver? interesting. She was blown against the ropes, which rocketed her back up to her feet. She didn't like the idea of being hit like that. It just never agreed with her well. She bounced off the ropes, coming back at the Canadian man with a tackle... or a modified version of an Irish Whip... only with a slap to the side of the head.
She speaks.
"Eat this...!" ....En Francais.
COMBATSYS: Ace blocks Fuji's Momentum Toss.
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Ace 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Ace's hand comes up in a blur, taking the brunt of the attack rather than take another impact to rattle his teeth. "Sadly," He obliges in fluent French, "I am on a diet." The corner of his mouth pulls up in a crooked grin some may find endearing. But other people, would likely find it more than a little annoying, especially since it's his own quip amusing him. Poor form to laugh at your own jokes, after all.
He spins on his back leg, dipping low as momentum carries him around in a 360 spin, his extended foot hovering a mere inch above the ground, intent on sweeping the masked wonder's legs out from under her.
COMBATSYS: Fuji interrupts Medium Kick from Ace with Ragtime Cat.
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Ace 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
The Bartitsu fighter had lead the man into a trap. She knew he'd at least make some kind of attempt at blocking, which allowed her to prepare for a perfect counter. The sweeping kick came for her, of which, The leg was there for him to trip in the 360 sweep, but the fighter who's leg was there to be swept was not. The leg connected, but rather than carry through, it stopped, like running right into a steel barricade. The trap sprung, Bartitsu Mask lunged forward. A kick to the stomach, and a nice, fresh D.D.T. into the carnival floor.
She kicked up almost immediately afterwards. The Mask was clearly more flexible than any fighter was willing to credit her for.
Unexpected, but not entirely unanticipated. The move was a risky one, and in some ways meant to be seen coming, but he expected the fighter opposite to move out of the way, not take it on. He goes a little limp as he hits into the ground, keeping too much of the impact from rattling him. Though once he's done playing ragdoll with the ground, his muscles tense up. Legs spring into the air first, carrying the rest of his body back up to land in a crouching position. Where he just.. stops.
There Ace crouches, arms across his knees, looking for all the world like he didn't just take two hard blows in a row. Eyes stare across the arena at his opponent, his face locked in a perfect deadpan. His head cants a bit to the side as he regards her, like a five year old looking at a particularly colorful rock.
COMBATSYS: Ace focuses on his next action.
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Ace 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
There was something... off about the Bartitsu fighter in front of him, that was to be certain. The mask on her have was simply detailed. It was two large black eyes and a Cheshire like Smile made with reflective red paint. She had long, and somewhat unruly hair. Her body frame didn't match that of a fighter. Model? Maybe. But fighter? No. The dark haired woman shifted then, the distance between the two of them spread by about 10 feet. He stopped. She knew what that meant.
The Mask lifted her head then. A snicker. She knew what was going on, her hand lifting slowly, and her hands, unlike the outfit, were ungloved. Pale, nearly albino skin. She curled her hand toward herself. Beckoning.
En Francais.
"Come. Don't hold back on me."
COMBATSYS: Fuji focuses on her next action.
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Ace 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Eyes remain on the Bartitsu Mask for just a split second longer. Ace's lips curl upwards again, seemingly enjoying the staring contest. Something he so rarely got to do in the more physical competitions. It was something normally reserved for matches of the mind. But perhaps between these two fighters it was exactly that, a match of tit-for-tat instead of the outright brutal attacks some fighters prefered. The Canadian was enjoying himself at least.
There's no sign of him about to take any moves in his opponents direction, that is until every single muscle in his body tenses and he unwinds like a coiled spring. He rises to the ball of one foot, the other leg lashing upwards. His foot skims along the ground, then as it parts from the earth a spinning wheel of chi flies away from him along the ground, right towards the fighter across from him.
COMBATSYS: Ace successfully hits Fuji with Assaut du Fou.
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Ace 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Fuji
Being Hit with a Projectile was nothing new to the Masked woman. But the Projectile was much too fast for her to even dodge out of the way. At the last instant, she threw her hands up to block herself, but misread where the Projectile would land, the blow striking her openly, blowing her onto her back. She didn't stay down, though, for her shoulders connected the ground, before she kicked up again, from the momentum. Like a choreographed back roll. On to her feet again, Mask's head lifted. She wanted to strike back-- but she needed to bide her time. Her head turned and she shook her head, leaning against the ropes.
"Nice." she mused then. She stepped forward. "Try Again. I'm still standing."
COMBATSYS: Fuji gains composure.
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Ace 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
There's no time wasted after the rapid chi assault. He's on the move right away. Ace bring his foot back down to the ground, using the momentum from the descent to kick himself forward. He takes one step, then another. Just as he's about to take the third he's gone. No direct assault from Ace this time.
After a split second he reappears. The distance closed in that quick burst of speed, only he's not in front of the Bartitsu Mask, he's behind her. Right foot on the ground, using all the momentum from that burst of speed to spin himself about, left foot flaring with golden chi as he aims the whip kick right for the small of her back.
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Ace's Astuce du Cavalier.
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Ace 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
The Masked woman shifted. She's seen several variations of attacks that This Frenchie has thrown at her. Some hurt... others... well. tickled. This was one of those tickling attacks that was afformentioned. The whip kick, however in the hell, was blocked, the woman didn't even turn to face it. Rather, she was focussed extensively on putting up with the brunt of his attacks. The well dressed woman turned, her arm reaching back as she pivoted. The force of the kick was enough to blow her back to the ropes, but she seemed armed, prepared for the incoming attack. A small purple ball of energy rested in her left palm. She must have been conjuring it this entire time. She leapt Forwards, and jumped in the air, releasing it, only to be kicked at Frenchie not a split Second later. It was Purple. Beautiful. And coming straight at Ace.
"...STRIKER...!"
En Francais.
Sure, his attack was blocked. And Ace's reaction to that block? Dismay? Hardly. Anger? Not a lick. No. He laughs. A good natured, I'm having fun, nothing is going to spoil this for me laugh. No matter how seriously Bartitsu Mask seems to be coming at him, or trying to taunt him, it just seems to drive him further up the fun ladder. He's facing her only long enough to see that purple orb in her hand, eyes casting about. And grinned at were he was standing.
At the beginning of the match, Ace tossed off his ankle weights for later retrieval. No one said that retrieval had to be at the end of the match. He pivots on his foot again, toes hooking through the loop of heavy duty fabric holding the weights. With a spin he flings them off his foot, right at Fuji as she sends the purple chi hurtling in his direction.
COMBATSYS: Ace fails to slow Striker Blast from Fuji with Small Thrown Object.
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Ace 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
And.. that's not enough. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part as the projectile swats aside his own attempt to keep it away from him. At least they weren't his favorite set of weights. His arms come up reflexivly but, too little, too late, the blast sending him skidding back along the ground a few feet.
The Mask wore an unnervingly positive smile. Truthfully, it could be a touch irritating to look at. It was designed to do just that, find someone and just unnerve the sheer hell out of them. The Inverted Striker Blast hit its' home, her blast shooting right through Ace's ankle weights. She realized that while her projectile had encountered resistance, it blew through it like nobody's business. She needed to follow it up, and since she was already up there? She had a heel kick aiming for the follow up. Master may have said never to hit anyone while they're down...
But the Master was dead now. New rule. Adapt to survive.
COMBATSYS: Ace endures Fuji's Light Kick.
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Ace 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
The projectile clears and Ace is still standing. A little worse for wear, but he still has his feet under him. And that kick coming at him, he doesn't even try to get out of the way. He bends his knees slightly, bracing himself against the blow, arms up and across himself to blunt the impact just a little, but it seems his intent is to let the Mask come right at him, where he can be right inside her guard.
As the kick impacts, he bends his knees a little more, moving with the momentum just a bit. Then he jumps, limbs stretching out as well trained leg muscles carry him in a twisting somersault over his opponents head. As he passes overhead his body twists about to face the woman he just past, the momentum of the spin carrying the instep of his foot towards the back of her head.
COMBATSYS: Fuji endures Ace's Saut du Cavalier.
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Ace 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Fuji
The kick amidge his rampant twirl connects, and the bartitsu fighter just stood there. The kick to the back of the headf connected, but his trained muscles would not have prepared him for what happened next-- as the masked woman merely STOOD THERE and accepted the blow. But there was something else wrong. She didn't even flinch. The Bartitsu fighter merely turned to face Ace as this happened. Like she hadn't been phased at all by the blow issued to her. She stepped forward. A straight, powerful punch.
To the Junk.
Welcome to Saturday Night Fights. Everything is fair here.
COMBATSYS: Ace counters Blue Monday from Fuji with Riposte du Fou.
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Ace 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Fuji
Yes, everything is fair. Including laying traps. As Ace lands, his legs go out from under him, hands catching him instead, one leg out to either side in a perfect split that would make most men in the watching crowd simply wince. The attack meant for his hanly pride going over his head instead, as a twist of his body brings his foot right into the Bartitsu fighter's gut, guiding that forward momentum like a bank guiding a river. He guides the momentum right over his head, where like with a roller coaster, the remaining momentum and gravity takes over.
The descent on his other side is much faster, plowing her right into the ground, his foot axing into her as she connects, using her as a spring board to carry himself a few feet away where he lands on his feet, facing her. That too toothy grin spread across his face, then in a slow languid French. "A man will protect those you know."
Amidst being flung around like that, the Bartitsu fighter was expecting it. Noone ever lets her punch them in the junk. Everyone keeps going on about reproductivity-- yet fail to understand the most important part about being a fighter-- that every wound can heal and that scars are merely a show of pride, prejudice-- but mostly pride. The woman laid face up on the ground for a slow moment, before she crawled to her feet. Again, that unnerving smile on her mask. Her head lifted, and the masked woman appeared to look him over. but her head was never staying in one spot for too long. She lifted her arms. She was far from finished yet. She lifted her hands, and again, she notioned for him to come at her. This woman was a lot tougher than most men would be willing to credit her for. The Bartitsu fighter rolled her head.
"Can't commit yourself? I'm still standing." she mused. "Don't stop there. Hit me with your best shot...!"
...En Francais.
COMBATSYS: Fuji gains composure.
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Ace 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Ace laughs softly, shaking his head as he looks at the ground, a wry grin on his face. "I've learned a few things about opponents." He lifts his hand, peering at his fingernails, casually standing there without a care in the world. He doesn't look his best, but he more than certainly doesn't act as bruised as he looks. "That when an opponent goads you into an attack, there is usually one of two things wrong with them. Either they are leading you into a trap, or they are showing false bravado to cover inadequacy issues." He lowers his hand back down to his side again as his eyes finally return to Bartitsu Mask.
"And since I don't think you have inadequacy issues." His arms spread a little and he shrugs.
COMBATSYS: Ace gains composure.
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Ace 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
The Bartitsu fighter shifted. Just those words enough were what she needed to hear. She didn't have inadequacy issues, that was a start. Her chest was big enough. If she felt inadequate, She'd be giving that Shiranu--whatever the hell her name is a run for her money. The Dark haired fighter shifted. They were staring each other down again, when the masked woman pressed forward, her hand lifting. Another Purple orb of energy. A similar attack as before. Her ball of energy dropped, and again she booted it-- wait. This wasn't the same attack as before. The other one came straight at Ace. This one was a curve ball. A soccer maneuver.
COMBATSYS: Ace overcomes Striker Blast from Fuji with Assaut du Fou.
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Ace 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Fuji
The fun thing about soccer, is that two people get to play. Though Ace is really more of a hockey fan himself, who would have guessed, he's more than happy to oblige in the sport of preferance with his opponent. He stands where he is as that chi ball comes hurtling towards him, shifting all his weight to his left foot as his right foot lifts a little off the ground. He swings his leg back, and then kicks forwards in a move he's used before.
Golden chi crackles along his foot as it skims the surface of the ground, then that spinning wheel of chi goes hurtling away from him again, bursting apart the violet chi headed towards him and continuing on it's course for the masked fighter herself.
COMBATSYS: Fuji endures Ace's Assaut du Fou!
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Ace 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Fuji
She was quickly picking up on how Ace fought. Truthfully speaking? It was commendable to fight someone like him. She wouldn't have anything bad to say against him, but the dark haired woman had enough. The very instant her ball of energy was shattered, Bartitsu Mask blitzed forward, Her body plowing through the chi shot at her, and she came right for him. She wanted to finish this off. Not because the waiting game wasn't working-- well. Okay. The waiting game wasn't working. Screw this. His ass. to the mat. NOW. She rushed, and then duck low, and delivered her sheer force, and her favorite technique. an uppercut.
"...CHEEEN... MUSIC..-Ah!"
...That was English. She had a heavy asian accent.
COMBATSYS: Ace dodges Fuji's Chin Music.
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Ace 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Fuji
The two are of a mind, the current tactics aren't working and it requires a change of pace. She's too durable for his usual tactics, too.. stubborn. But this is why he signed up for this league. To fight those who are different than he was used to. And when you come up against a brick wall, only the stupid continue to beat against it. No.. the smart ones look for the door. There's always a door. Perhaps the bold forward attack was too obvious, but Ace uses his.. ace. His speed, to carry him quickly out of the way, a short hop to the side.
Then like a bull fighter from Barcelona, he lets her pass just enough to aim a blow under her guard, shins hardened from years of Savate abandoning speed for a bit more power.
COMBATSYS: Fuji fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Ace with Ragtime Cat.
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Ace 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Fuji
The uppercut was so easily dodged, and suddenly the Bartitsu fighter had a problem. A stomach to the gut problem. The woman's stomach had a boot connect with her, and it stopped her in her paces. She tried to use the momentum against him for yet another DDT, but the woman was knocked back. She was up on her back, and the dark haired woman climbed to her feet-- albeit much slower than usual this time. She was running out of steam, but still dumb enough to stand up.
Ace isn't about to let Bartitsu Mask recover from that one. Now that he thinks he's found his door, he presses his advantage, he chases after her as she flies away from him, and no sooner is she on her feet than the Canadian is off his, tucked into a forward roll that carries him the last few feet to his opponent. He breaks out of the forward roll, a double pistoned kick sending all his momentum and strength right at his opponent's midsection. A kick designed to do one thing, and one thing alone, send them flying into the air. "ECHEC!"
Should it connect, Ace isn't long for being terrestrially bound either, vanishing from his position below, to directly above. Foot high above his head and glowing brightly with nearly all the chi he can muster. He brings the foot axing down, the chi exploding violently to send what is airborne, hurdling back down to the ground "ET MAT!"
COMBATSYS: Fuji just-defends Ace's Echec et Mat!
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Ace 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Fuji
Turns out the door Ace was looking for was locked.
The Bartitsu fighter lifted her head then. She could feel her heart racing. Hearts thumping so loud it was like a concert. Sensing Ace coming for her. Knowing how it was going to end... or rather. It not ending. The Masked woman's body torqued just as the legs were about to connect, shifting her weight out of the way-- Knowing his legs were mere millimeters from blowing her out of this battle, when the Mask turned. She had the answer. Ace wanted to put hurt in her place. And it was Bartitsu Mask with the edge all of a sudden. The rush gave her what she need. An energetic revival-- enough to unleash what she needed.
A Dual Haymaker to the head. She needed to put him out. And if not? Disorient him for a while.
COMBATSYS: Ace dodges Fuji's Discombobulate.
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Ace 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Fuji
If the masked fighter won't oblige him, he's certainly not going to return the favor. His reaction to not connecting with his own hit his hard to judge, he's too busy moving, and having to avoid the rebuttal of his own attack. He keeps his hands on the ground, as the momentum from his intended launch is directed over his head and behind himself, into a backwards roll out of the way of his probable impending doom. He rolls up to his feet, but he doesn't stay there for long. This battle has run its course and the final exchange has to come soon. The final gambit for the check.
As soon as he has his feet he's launching himself forwards again, body going low to catch the ground with his hands, foot whipping around in a wide arc, a flare of chi firing in its wake. He may not be giving himself time to breathe, but he can't let his opponent have any either, both fighters seeming intent on ending this now.
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Ace's Tactique de la Tour.
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Ace 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Fuji
The Masked woman's head lifted, and the wide arc kick was blocked quite quickly, the Bartitsu fighter pushing him away. She'd have no regrets about this fight. He was pretty talented, for a Canadian, that was. She always thought of those two guys from Great White North whenever anyone mentioned Canada. Truth be told, it was a pretty awesome trip here. She got to meet a mountie, wear his hat, ride a moose, and practice her french while fighting someone. The Masked woman stepped forward then after she pushed Ace's foot off of her, she going for a swift, but effective punch to the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Ace blocks Fuji's Strong Punch.
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Ace 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Fuji
Coming out of his blocked kick, Ace allows it to rebound, bringing him to his feet after a short sideways roll. Knee and elbow come together just in time to keep the launched punch away from anything vital. He's refusing to back down at this point, keeping the fight in close quarters, contrary to everything he has ever taught himself about his style. Perhaps it is that he's in his home country, or perhaps it's because it's his first time fighting over broadcast television. But whatever the case, he's stubbornly refusing to go down.
His blocking leg straightens out like a hammer blow. It seems all the fancy has gone out of them, and now it's time to just duke it out old school.
COMBATSYS: Fuji dodges Ace's Crushing Blow.
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Ace 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Fuji
Beaten and Bloodied. It was a combination, truthfully. The well dressed woman's clothes were crinkled and dirty and had several imprints of dust and potential dry cleaning bills, but this fight, in all honesty, was story of exciting. The Woman's head lifted, lifting to listen. He was always moving. This meant she'd be able to anticipate him. She needed to be able to do this. The Masked woman shifted then, and she expertly dodged the hammer-like blow meant for her, merely side stepping it-- when she threw something forward.
Her Cape.
Uh oh.
COMBATSYS: Ace counters Blinded Me With Science from Fuji with Riposte du Fou.
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Ace 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Fuji
Ace's eyes narrow as the cape comes flying his way. "Fool me once." He drops low, going into a spin, one foot catches the cape and pins it to the ground as the other foot comes up to catch the masked fighter. The spin continues to drive the Bartitsu fighter right down into the ground to rejoin with her cape, Ace's foot adding a little extra oomph to the impact with the ground. He's not as fast getting to his feet as he was last time, and when he does he's hunched a little, his breathing coming heavy and slow.
The Bartitsu fighter was knocked away again, and she stood up. Pissed off. More now than ever. His over analytical ass was about to get a punch where he doesn't want to be punched. Or a Kick. She hasn't decided yet. She stood up again. Weak like before, but still pissed off. Ace just would not stay down and somehow kept pulling through, but he was slowing now. This was good, because she had enough of him. She had to finish this NOW. She pushed it all into a final assault. Punch. Punch. Toss. Get out of the ring, already.
COMBATSYS: Ace blocks Fuji's Combo Attack.
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Ace 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Fuji
Ace huddles in on himself to weather the attack. If there's one thing to be said for the Canadian, he's as stubborn as a moose. Are moose stubborn? Maybe. But his arms stay up infront of his face, taking the blows to where it will hurt less, rather than to his soft tender middle, or already too sore jaw. Then, his arms lash out, breaking one of the main tennents of his school, but if he's stuck with them this long, he will probably be forgiven one violation of the rules.
He reaches out to grab the Bartitsu Mask's already ravaged clothes, then use them to lift her up and slam her into the ground with all the force his battered body can muster.
COMBATSYS: Ace successfully hits Fuji with Improvised Grapple.
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Ace 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Fuji
The Mask had had it. She knew she had enough of fighting for today. The Grappling toss connected, and The Masked fighter knew she had enough for today-- having to fly all this way for nothing. Except a Canadian beer. and mounties and stuff. Skiing would be awesome without her obvious problem, The Masked Fighter would have plenty of time to muse about this AFTER her nap on the Hay floor.
She'd be back. But during that throw? She'd try to carry him with her and Slam him into the ground. two naps. More effective than one.
COMBATSYS: Fuji can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Ace with Ragtime Cat.
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Ace tries to untangle himself from the Bartitsu mask as he notices his own throw being turned against him. But his moves are sluggish, and he just can't get away in time, before his own form is pounded into the pavement next to hers. And all he can think on his way down is that at least he didn't lose the fight. As he hits the ground he just lays there, basking in the small layer of hay between him and the concrete. He tries one last effort to get to his feet but his limbs just won't cooperate, they slide out from under him and return him to the ground.
His head turns towards the woman he fought, and he laughs. "So.. up far a beer after this?" His laugh turns into a momentary cough and a wince. "Better than the swill south of here. Ahg.. hope that's not a busted rib."
COMBATSYS: Ace can no longer fight.
Needless to say, her nap was only momentary, for her head rolled over to look over at her opponent. Mind you, her eyes aren't exactly visible. The cameras turned off then, The Mask lifted her hand, and removed it. "Say nothing." she said, looking over at him quietly. "Sure. A beer sounds nice."
Her eyes were glazed.
Ace's opponent was blind.
Log created on 20:12:32 04/30/2012 by Fuji, and last modified on 09:28:06 05/01/2012.