Description: The world over is waiting with bated breath for more information on the Quon Chen Institute for Gifted Youngsters, and what better way to give it more exposure then by having Zach Glen run around Metro City, asking everyone he comes across for their support. Generally, this sort of grassroot campaigning never pays off, but in this case it might, because Yatefusa Fuji has also been sent to Metro City, to prove that she's got total control of her own abilities. Maybe she's also been lied to again and told that Zach has her cane (which she obviously misses!) (Draw Match!)
Ah, Metro City.
Such a large city, such a perfect place for a little... misunderstanding.
Zach is out front of the massive arcade center in Metro, handing out fliers regarding the Quon Chen Institute for the Gifted. The psion thinks that this location might be a mistake; he's frankly surprised that the arcade is even still in business. But still, people are coming and going, and you never know who one will meet.
The psion is looking a little... harried as he hands out fliers. He's something of a people person, but this is one of those situations that taxes him dearly. The mass of emotion and action that threatens to overwhelm his senses is held (barely) in check by an iron will.
It wouldn't be long until a familiar face joined Zach amidst the front of the arcade. It had been a while since these two souls had been face to face. Both psions. Both who stood in unison against a mighty enemy and both who fell valiantly. They spoke at length in the hospital after both losing to Vega several months prior-- Though she probably should have told him first, under a different name, she referenced Zach in her book.
It was then, in front of the arcade, where a black Lincoln Towncar pulled up, and the door opened. Out stepped a well dressed female. Long, dark hair. A pretty face. Sunglasses.
Yatefusa Fuji.
Her steps were heavy, filled with determination. She could sense him. Sense power. And she found herself standing before him. It was clearly an offensive pose, like she was ready to strike.
"...Where is it?" she breathed low. Demanding. "Give it back."
Zach turns to regard the young woman at first with a smile. This last for about two seconds as he gets a second look at the young woman. She's... definitely here for something. The fliers, still in one arm, go forgotten for the moment, Zach looking at Fuji with a slight trace of confusion on his face.
He can feel the intensity of emotion coming off of her, stronger than that of those around him. He gets the very sudden impression of a predator stalking down prey. He gives Fuji a quizzical look as he says three words that might set off a storm. It sounds like an honest question when it comes out of his mouth though.
"Give... what back?"
There was some incredible oddities about Fuji. When asked, she'll admit she feels nothing, but around her, her body language. It exudes this... passion, this fire that would be difficult to interperet. The woman with the sunglasses shifted then, and Zach would be introduced to an unarmed Bartitsu stance. Two palms face up, left hand leading over the right. Her head lowered, and through the bangs? Focussed, glazed grey eyes. Her whole reason to coming to an arcade. The one thing she loved more than anything.
He said he would get it. She was told he has it.
"...Don't play dumb with me! Tell me, before I beat it out of you!" She didn't want to fight him. She wasn't doing a good job looking like a good guy here.
Zach's eyes narrow as Fuji gets... insistent. He frowns a bit, regarding the young woman intently as he sets the fliers down carefully before walking away from them. He's pretty sure he won't be able to talk her down; he has no idea what Fuji refers to.
"I honestly do not know what you are talking about, Fuji," Zach says with sincerity. He keeps his hands at his sides, confident that he can get a guard up should the young woman snap and attack him; he's got an estimate of the distance, and he remembers a bit of her fighting technique from China.
"Calm down," he says. "Let's talk this out." And thus Zach says the one thing you typically don't want to say to someone who is angry. Well, if it comes to that, the next step is human percussive maintenace... and Zach is fairly capable of that if need be.
As it seemed, the gamers in near 5 stories of gaming awesomeness seemed to stop what they were doing. People began to poke their heads out of windows, as a crowd begins to circle. The dark haired woman's stance didn't waver. She was intent on starting something and it being a match. She had no plans to fight, but Zach was just not telling her. Fuji knew how to get her information from people one punch at a time when she needed to. She inhaled slowly.
"...I'm done talking." She said darkly.
She would be the first to attack. A charge forward, into a full on, direct assault. In the form of an uppercut.
"CHEEEN MUUUSIC!"
COMBATSYS: Fuji has started a fight here.
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Fuji 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Fuji
COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Zach with Chin Music.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Fuji
Fuji goes straight for the proverbial jugular, surprising Zach with her ferocity. The uppercut strikes true, causing the boxer to rock back on his heels a bit from the force of the thing.
"Of course you are," Zach says calmly as he recenters. "I'm not sure I am, though," he says as he takes up an orthodox boxing stance. He shifts slightly to his right, before lashing out with a left jab. The punch, as always, if augmented by that amber glow of Soul Power.
"Perhaps if you told me what it was you were looking for," Zach says he rechambers the left hand, "We wouldn't have to have this fight.
"
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Zach's Jab Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Fuji
The dark haired woman shifted. She wasn't expecting to have Zach be more... well. disciplined than this. Sure. He had to be someone to fight Vega and love to tell the tale, but to take the brunt of the hit and then throw down with a punch laced in chi? He was a force to be reckoned with-- and she really needed to consider her attacks a little bit more. The first blow was enough to do justice, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. All that mattered was, she wanted what had been lost. Several Months of seperation meant that while she wasn't necessarily good without it, it was a prized possession of hers that she missed dearly. She had been told by the people at Saturday Night Fights that he had it. All her searching to find out someone she knew had it?
Maybe the first clue for Zach that Fuji had been lied to should have been the professional camera crews on top of their vans filming the spectacle.
Or maybe not. The well dressed woman shifted, deflecting the blow away from her to Allow Zach to pass by her, but she'd attempt to use his Momentum against him-- by using a conventional hip toss to the concrete sidewalk.
COMBATSYS: Zach interrupts Momentum Toss from Fuji with Stopping Jab.
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Zach 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Zach is already on the move when Fuji tries to toss. The power at his disposal is most certainly /not/ chi, but psychic energy. It's not like Zach has ever really hid what he was capable of. The woman hips into the boxer, drawing a slight grunt. Zach is glancing around, noting the camera crews. His eyes narrow as suspicions fall into place.
"/Masters/," Zach says in a quiet hiss as he snaps out a second jab, this one with a little more weight and a touch more of that psychic energy at his disposal. "Fuji," he says in a more conversational tone. "I have no objections to seeing this fight through, but I think we've both been played here."
The dark haired woman instantly found herself being punched directly in the chest, which fully stopped her throw action. The dark haired woman staggered back a foot or two, where she lifted her head, and heard him speak. "...Masters...?" She asked. The crowd began to cheer that both fighters began to strike one another, but the grey eyed woman shifted. She was going to need to summon the courage to fight Zach regardless. If she had been had, she had already committed to this fight-- and if that wasn't enough....
"...Did you just punch me in the BOOB?!" Okay. -NOW- she's got reasons to be fighting. Especially with a flying Kick.
"DYNAMIC ENTRY...!"
COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Fuji's Heavy Kick.
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Zach 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Zach shifts his weight back, allowing Fuji to simply sail by him. His face is crimson as Fuji chews him out. "I..." Zach skips back several steps, considering his next move for a moment. He takes a deep breath. Normally, this wouldn't even be an /issue/ for the boxer. He's /fought/ women before, plenty of them. Hit locations... wasn't even really a concern, up until this very moment.
"Oy," Zach says a bit nervously, making 'gun hands' and pointing them at Fuji. A second later, Zach is firing small bursts of Soul Power at the smaller woman, wondering just how... perceptive her otherworldly perceptions really are.
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Fuji with Homing Shots.
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Fuji, as early as it seemed, appeared to have been on the ropes already. She wanted so very bad to even the score, but somehow she felt like she was outclassed simply because of the fact that she was a woman. The dark haired woman shifted, and threw her arms up to take tbr brunt of the psi homing rounds, but her block wasn't fast enough. two of these homing shots knocked her off balance, to which the raven haired woman was knocked against a piece of glass, to which, it cracked-- but she didn't fall over. No. It seemed to fuel the fire even more. She would not be beaten by him. Not today. He may have had the edge, but the dude punched her in the boob! That shit hurts! She needed to remind him of how much it hurts to be hit somewhere sensitive.
Or, instead, she'd huff her chest, assuming a defensive stance. She was regaining her composure. Before he made a mockery of her.
COMBATSYS: Fuji gains composure.
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Zach brings his hands back to a ready stance. He gets the vibe that he is outclassing her, but more on the weight of experience than something so petty as gender. Heck. Ayame is both younger than him /and/ a girl, and she took him to the /wall/ just recently.
Fuji clearly needs a moment to catch her breath. Zach's interest in Fuji, which was already there, is only increasing during the course of the fight. "Whenever you're ready," the boxer says without a trace of mockery in his tone or expression.
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Fuji
The dark haired woman lifted her head then. She could sense his presence, but it only flared up more when she fought him. Her head lifted, and she pushed the glasses up her nose. A meaningless gesture to her, but they kept the mysteriousness about her presence. The dark haired woman shifted then, and was on the attack again-- but in a much different manner.
a White handkercheif being thrown in his direction?
...Nevermind the heavy kick following it.
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to interrupt Blinded Me With Science from Fuji with Quick Throw.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Fuji
Zach doesn't wait, really, trying to press /through/ the flung cloth. He makes the mistake of not trying to remove it from his line of sight.
This leads to, perhaps for some, hilarious results. Fuji's foot connects cleanly with Zach's chin, sending the boxing psychic sprawling to the pavement. Zach stares at the sky for a moment, blinking in surprise before doing one of those snappy kippup moves to get back on his feet.
Zach approaches every fight with some level of seriousness. After all, it's two people beating each other up. That's kind of serious. Now, however, it seems Zach will put some thought to not holding back as much.
Palms up as before, the Dark haired woman shifted upon her landing. She knew a kick of even that caliber wouldn't keep him down. It was to be noted, however, that she would attempt to take pages from Zach. He was a force to be reckoned with, sure, but the grey eyed woman sensed a piece she liked. At the tip of her fingers, the grey eyed woman began to form energy, summoning it forth. It was Psychic Energy, in it's purple, destructive glory. It would be shot at Zach the very moment he kicked up. But the shot was singular, controlled, and very, very direct.
"Eat this...! Striker...!"
COMBATSYS: Zach overcomes Striker Blast from Fuji with Blast Punch EX.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Zach's eyes go wide with appreciation as Fuji fires the shot at him. "Nice!" he says by way of compliment before drawing back his right fist. Amber soul power pours into the limb. "Try this on for size!" Zach throws the right straight.
A sparkling sphere of Soul Power is launched from the fist, screaming towards Fuji's own violet power. The two projectiles collide in what could be described as a display of fireworks. However, when they subside, it is apparent that Zach's blast won the exchange, and is now heading directly towards Fuji!
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Zach's Blast Punch EX.
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Zach 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
As she expected, Zach was better trained and overcame her projectile. This, however, did not mean she was outclassed, he simply beat her to the thought process. It was admirable, actually. While they had to true reason to fight, She realized it had become all about outlasting her opponent. The grey eyed woman threw her arms up, absorbing the blow, one that threatened to tear at her clothing had she not laced everything with her psi so it wouldn't split like conventional clothing.
the impact alone was enough to tell her to back off, and focus. She'd need to figure out how to beat him desively. Or risk losing a winnable fight all together. Think Fuji, think!
COMBATSYS: Fuji focuses on her next action.
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Zach 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Zach considers the exchange with a faint grin. He retakes his stance, shifting to a southpaw stance for a moment before hopping back to an orthodox stance. Zach waves Fuji on. "Come on," he says gamely. "I know that's not all you have."
There is truth to his words. She stopped, cleanly, a strike from Vega. That is no mean feet. Zach, for his part, is not simply stationary. He is drawing upon his own considerable talents to bring more energy to the fore.
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Zach 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Taking a hit from Vega was, by all definition, the biggest bout of pain she ever had to endure aside from the time she was nearly crushed to death in that car when she was 12. When it put a tough sucker like her into the hospital it was believed she would never walk again from the extensive damage from being smashed through a brick wall, several walls of drywall, and a window to end up on the street nearly 100 feet away. But she was walking in 4 days, running at a week, and free in two. The grey eyed woman shifted then. She knew he was taunting her to come at her, but she was going to issue him a one way ticket to Bartitsu-ville. And all it's slapping glory.
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Fuji's Slap Combo Variation.
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Zach 1/--=====/=======|======-\-------\0 Fuji
Zach grins a bit as he parries every slap with decent timing, catching her wrists on his forearms. Shoving down the stinging discomfort, Zach shifts his stance. He brings his right hand back, sheathing it with energy.
"Not bad," he says. "I'm not so big on combos." He steps in, torquing with the hips and right shoulder as he drives that energy-gauntleted fist directly at Fuji's midsection. "I tend more towards single strikes, personally."
COMBATSYS: Fuji interrupts Straight Punch from Zach with Ragtime Cat.
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Zach 1/=======/=======|=======\-------\1 Fuji
She knew it would be coming for her. A fist full of Psionic Energy that she ultimately wouldn't be able to mitigate. The grey eyed woman shifted then, and realized that ultimately, the blow was going to land on her. While it did ring true, so did Fuji. The blow crashed into her stomach, lurching her forward as it sucked the air clean out of her system, but in doing this Zach was left wide open for a counterattack, of which Fuji hooked the underside of his head, and fell backwards, D.D.T'ing him into the ground face first. She'd kick up near instantly, but was clutching her stomach. She realized she had made a critical error in doing this.
"...Shit."
Zach is grabbed, and is promptly slammed into the sidewake. He rolls onto his back, grapsing his head and scowling when it comes away bloody. He stands back up, regarding Fuji. Now he /really/ wants this fight. He tries something... flashy.
He hops away from the young lady before thrusting his right hand out to the side. Another sphere of crackling Soul Power forms just off of the open palm, throwing off sparks of light. He takes deep breaths, and the sphere seems to pulse and grow in time with his breathing. "Have to admit," he says levelly, "I haven't really tried to do something exactly like this."
Zach plants his feet, and hurls the sphere (now the size of a beachball) at Fuji when... the sphere goes to pieces even before the boxer finishes the throwing motion. However, that may have been the plan. Each of the individual pieces arc out and away from Zach, before hurtling towards Fuji! The pieces seem to try and pen Fuji in, but where they strike something else, they puff into nothingness without harming the environs!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Fuji with #Full Tilt+#.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fuji
As it appeared, Fuji was just not sure what the hell she was going to do. As this massive orb came at her, the grey eyed woamn shifted. and knew. She could not dodge this. She could not endure this. When she tried to block this, the orbs crushed into her, resulting in a resounding explosion, one that resulted in a craterous explosion. In their right mind, that would have killed someone. But Fuji wasn't exactly someone. As the dust cleared...?
She was still standing. Her suit? Well. It was in tatters. Glasses? Long gone. Her jacket? It, alongside the blouse, were a vest now. Her pants? Now shorts. She was charred black, but standing, breathing heavily. She wasn't going to stay down. "..." She exhaled, and she exhaled remnants of psi. Her Psi. She wasn't bleeding, but only because the wound caulderized.
She could withstand Vega. She will withstand Zach.
But holy hell, was that fist coming for him fast.
COMBATSYS: Fuji keeps on fighting!
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Zach 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fuji
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Fuji's Quick Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fuji
Zach raises a single eyebrow. He had honestly not expected Fuji to still be standing. He lets out a low, appreciative whistle as Fuji comes in once more. He brings, barely (his limbs feel like /lead/), a forearm up to push Fuji's punch aside.
He staggers back a couple steps, reaching once more for that wellspring of power that resides in his soul, covering his right arm in energy as he throws a quick backhand at Fuji's head. She's standing, but she cannot /possibly/ have much more to stand on...
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Zach's Light Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fuji
Zach had thought wrong. The backhand that had came for her...? It should have knocked out anyone who's just survived the kind of bullshit Fuji dared to just live through. The energized fist that had come for had, at the last second, been ready to prime, the Dark haired woman's eyes focussed, intense. Unlike any time before, where she knew that her head would be struck, her arm lifted, blocking the strike entirely. She was running on pure adrenaline now. Nothing was going to keep her down. She wanted to show Zach that while she wasn't as strong, or as talented as him, she deserved his respect. Sure. She fought Vega and lost. She may have attacked him on false pretenses. She may owe him a serious apology-- but for now, she had something to deliver.
The same attack she started this fight with.
COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Zach with Chin Music.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fuji
The fact that Zach had used what could easily be called an Ultimate Attack on Fuji should be sign enough of respect. That uppercut is proving Super Effective, rocking Zach back on his heels one more time. The boxer's vision is blurring, but he knows from uppercuts. Fuji has to be in close, leaning in to make that strike.
That makes his response, at least in theory, incredibly effective. Zach twists once more at the hips and waist and shoulder, throwing a short punch of his own. Something between a hook and an uppercut aimed at Fuji's chin, augmented by an explosive burst of soul power!
COMBATSYS: Fuji dodges Zach's Dynamite Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fuji
As it seemed, Bartitsu fighters, like Boxers, seem to excel at fighting within arms reach. Seeing as Zach was much bigger and stronger than her, the crowd was really amped on the battle. A full boxer versus a strange woman. She could sense the uppercut hook coming for her. However, being much shorter than him, she was able to duck his blow all together, the Grey eyed woman's eyes lifting. She could see his full form of body through his psi. Every nerve, every twist. It struck at her that she knew him-- but fighting him? That was a different story.
She lead in with a jab punch. A blow meant exclusively for his kidney-- if it'd hit. It'd make him stagger. A punch to the collarbone. A punch to the rib cage. And a heel kick to his Diaphragm. She was going to suck the fight out of him if it meant, even if she couldn't get her cane from him-- that he consider her to be more than a shield at certain evil dictators.
COMBATSYS: Fuji successfully hits Zach with The Great Bartitsu Mask.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Fuji
Zach staggers under the impacts, /feeling/ the air rush out of him. There's not much he can do to avoid the strikes. Bleary eyes, intent despite their inability to focus on anything, stay locked on Fuji. Still, the boxer slumps to the ground, dropping to his left as he does so.
One last effort, then, a part of him decides. He reaches once more for that wellspring of energy, channelling through arms, legs and back before springing the man towards Fuji. A soul-mailed fist is sent towards Fuji with as much strength and power as Zach can put behind it!
COMBATSYS: Zach can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Fuji with Gazelle Punch.
Glancing Blow
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Zach then falls to the ground, clearly spent.
hrough all this punishment, the Grey eyed woman still stood enough to put the boots to Zach, but the Gazelle punch that came for her...?
She couldn't have possibly seen it coming. it struck her violently in the stomach, which she absorbed quite heavily. But she knew. That was it for her. Amidst this, the dark haired woman shifted, the hand that struck her had fallen away. The dark haired woman staggered back then, and fell against the building, inhaling air heavily, and closed her eyes.
A double knockout?
COMBATSYS: Fuji takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Fuji can no longer fight.
Log created on 14:25:26 06/17/2012 by Zach, and last modified on 09:32:44 06/18/2012.