Description: Trying to get back his fighting mojo, Roland tries out his newly adapted style against Onatah. However, she rather brutally uses him as little more then a stepping stone while her looming master Mu-Mu watches! (Winner: Onatah)
Given that their first, and last, fight had not been finished for reasons which she never completely understood. Apparently they called it on account of the cameras malfunctioning or some other such garbage. Just an excuse to back out of a fight as far as she is concerned, and a pitiful one at that. Not that she really minded since her 'training' has been keeping her mind well off of any other happenings. But she has missed the thrill of fighting a new and unknown opponent. Screw the cameras.
A relatively cool breeze blows off of the ocean, bringing with it a breath of freshness with the scent of sea salt. Palm trees and other tropical flora sway, filling the air with their gentle rustling. It curls around the hair and flutters clothing before vanishing into the trees. In the distance the pacific ocean rolls away from endless miles to touch the horizon, the sound accented by the calls of birds searching for food.
Benath the combatants feet a smooth white beach stretches for miles either way. At least most of it is smooth, save the areas trampled by the cameramen. Of course the cameras are still present, tucked into branches of trees, scattered across the beach, on boats in the waters just off the sandy shore, and even one or two brave (or foolish) person's are right near the edge of the grasses which border the space.
Onatah's outfit is a bit more... interesting this time around. With some pressure from the staff of NDP she has agreed, reluctantly, to wear an Indian costume. A leather vest covers her torso, clining to her curves and revealing more than it protects. Around her hips a short, almost indecently so, skirt of rawhide (complete with long fringe) swings as she moves. Her feet are incased in moccasins of more leather and trimed in bead work like the rest of her clothing. The outfit is compelted by a belt which holds a long knife sitting crossways on her hips, and a tomohawk balancing it on the opposite end.
Impatiently the young woman pushes her plaited hair over her shoulders, making a face at the feathers and beads which were added by the crew (as if she would do something so stupid on her own). "Are we ready to start yet?!"
Roland is not an easy man to track down. He's made a living of that, being something of a conman, debt jumper, and general asshat. But getting mauled by a world renowned serial killer and losing an arm did give him a bit of publicity. Although Onatah must be truly hungry for that rematch, given the speed in challenging him once more after returning to the NDP fighting circuit! Hawaii might be part of what lured him over. Beautiful ocean, beautiful vegetation, and beautiful women. Much of that is lacking when around people like Ayame.
Roland is currently stretching a bit awkwardly. He seems a touch thinner then the first battle, and has a conspicuous lack of a limb he used back then. Dressed in a black muscle shirt with leather trenchcoat and jeans, his hat seems to similarly have changed. "Well. I like your new outfit." he offers matter of factly. "A shame technical issues lost you your six digits last time. I wouldn't wish beating me up for zero profit on anyone." Although he eyes the weapons, apprehensive. "You don't plan to use those on me, do you?"
He moves opposite Onatah, taking a lazy sort of battle stance. His right side is facing Onatah, which seems a bit silly given it's the one with no limb. "Normally, I'd let you go first. But I'm not above taking any advantage you'll give pitiful old me..."
She has to fight a cripple? Oh yeah, that will look really good on television. The Native American girl huffs aloud and rolls her eyes to the heavens, not that they will be of much help; never have been before at least. "Who cares about money?" she grumbles, as she moves to her place in the fighting area, a circle marked into the sand by a thick stick and a go-fer with too much time on his hands. "You expect me to fight you when you are already half gone? You're missing an arm for crying out loud!" Both her arms are thrown into the air, then dropped to her sides as the obvious is ignored. Finally she snorts and shakes her head, the feathers and beads rattling gently.
"Wait, what? I fight for two reasons. One, the chance to damage clothing on attractive females like you. Two, money. What other point is there?" He does glance to the stump as she points it out, giving it an affectionate pat. "Yeah. Go easy on me! <3" He verbalized a heart with extensive experience, before moving forward. Edging closer and closer across the sand, he then suddenly looks intent. Maneuvering forward, his footstep is barely affected. Although he then attempts to infuse his good hand with green energy, and maneuver to grasp Onatah by the front of her vest... intent on sweeping her to the ground with a grunt!, followed by a sudden explosion of energy!!
COMBATSYS: Roland has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Onatah has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Onatah auto-guards Roland's Seven Out!
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When the scouting wolf spots its prey, the head of the pack is not far behind.
Although he did take his own sweet time to arrive, Mukai, the God of the Void and self proclaimed 'trainer' of Onatah wouldn't miss one of her fights for the whole world. Forget that Onatah didn't actually tell the obsidian giant where she was fighting and that she's been avoiding him like the plague, Mukai finds a way to play the part of the creepy stalker, an easy thing to accomplish when the very earth itself whispers to him where the girl goes. It is perhaps the most menial way Mukai has ever used his powers.
Arising from the sand like a dark pillar, Mukai appears a few yards away from the fight dusting away at the sand that clings to his muscled body. It would appear that the festivities have started already and he wastes no time briskly walking where the battle takes place. There's a few things that he notices this time around, the most prevalent one being Onatah's new outfit which resembles her heritage. This draws an pleased smile from the the statuesque mountain of a man. "Ah..there you are..." The golem like creature says casually as he approaches the circle, standing by Onatah's corner.
It is then that he notices that the girl's opponent is missing an arm and his eyebrows furrow apprehensively seemingly getting the wrong impression. "Great Merciful Gaia, Onatah, what did I tell you about ripping people's limbs at the start of the match?"
That's better saved for middle or end of the fight, it builds more drama.
Rip the clothing off of... What a freakin' perv! Onatah rolls her eyes at him. Shuffle, step, shuffle, step; he comes at her across the sand as if he has forgotten how to walk but she is not fooled. She braces her feet in the loose earth and lightly crouches in a defensive position as he comes nearer. then she hears the voice, unwelcome as it is, of her so called leader. Oh great!
Ah well, not time to look at him as she has to peer at her oppenent as he strikes, or attempts to. She sees the move coming and blocks it easily. In the same motion she plants her right foot and swings out with her leg to kick him in his (cough) unarmed side.
"I'm a little busy right now Mu-mu. Maybe we can talk later. After I kick his ass."
COMBATSYS: Roland blocks Onatah's Bear Claw.
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Onatah 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Roland
A mild curse follows from Roland when his maneuver fails. "Damnit... that's one of my seven specialized de-clothing attacks..." There's no hint of this being any manner of joke. However, when she lashes out with a blow towards his side, he brings up his right leg and catches it in the knee. The firm rigidness of some manner of guard is felt beneath. His fingers snap out a thin playing card, which is probably not immediately dangerous seeming. Of course, then he strikes out in a trio of slashes towards Onatah's chest. It happens to be deceptively sharp and sturdy. "I didn't know... you hated playboys so much!!"
Then he pauses, and double-takes at Mukai. "Th-THE FUCK DID A GIANT GUY GET HERE?!" He looks thoroughly baffled and intimidated. Well, it's apparently possible for a single limbed man to become even more open!
Try as he might, Mukai fails at appearing inauspicious, it's a hard feat to accomplish when one is almost eight feet tall.
The giant creature shrugs his massive shoulders when both fighters call him out on his presence and shakes his head whilst his hands wave to the side. "Pay me no heed warriors, I am merely expecting." The giant likes to watch after all.
Or at least that's what he would say if Roland wasn't taking care of the perverted fighter role so well. Mukai is for now satisfied with merely crossing his arms and watch the proceedings, a concerned look marring his features when Onatah calls him a strange nickname of her own. Perhaps to repay him for calling her his Wolf.
"Mu-Mu?"
Now that's just..actually it's kind of cute.
COMBATSYS: Onatah blocks Roland's Power Strike.
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"I have nothing against Playboy..." she replies as she moves to block his attack yet again by raising her left arm. The block works but she does wind up with a rip in her sleeve. "But I do have issues with perverts who think that stuff should reflect real life." Damn, and she just got this outfit, too. With a small snort the young woman backs up just a bit, dropping into a crouch as she reaches for a conch shell half buried in the sand.
"That's just Mu-mu, you can ignore him. He just likes to watch," she adds as she tosses the shell towards her opponent, aiming for the hand holding the 'weapon'. Incidentally, his only working hand. Too late she realizes it might be a cheap shot... Oh well.
COMBATSYS: Roland endures Onatah's Quick Throw.
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Onatah 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Roland
"I'm not perverted, really. I just like blowing up clothing, is all." Okay Roland, that's actually pretty perverted all in all. However, when the blow is launched, it lands clean. Roland doubles over, as if in sudden agony... only to suddenly erupt forward, green energy surging out around him. He kept hold of the card, and suddenly he moves as if another person; that is, with competent strength and dangerously leveraged power. The card is hurled towards Onatah's chest, still brightly glowing; it would stick, were it to land. Only to then try to grasp her by the hair, and unleash three brutal knees at her stomach... the last of which ends with a sudden explosion of chi as his tripped card finally erupts!!
COMBATSYS: Onatah dodges Roland's Three Card Monte.
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A cheap shot on her part to be sure, and then again Roland's own moves are not much better. Sure the shell might have surprised him, but it certainly would not have doubled him over like that... If it did, then she should try out for a baseball team.
As he pops up and the card comes flying at her she pauses dramatically to stare at him then suddenly she leaps backwards out of the path of the flying object which seems intent to rip her clothing off. The motion she makes is graceful in the way only a well trained fighter can be. Instead of hitting her, the card slices a camera cord then imbeds itself in a tree behind her. There is much grumbling from the crew but they don't dare get closer to try and fix anything.
Well, not she doesn't feel so bad about throwing that shell. Smirking she crouches in the sand and directs a palm strike towards Roland's chest, the energy glowing a vibrant green as it streaks through the air.
COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Onatah's Eagle Strike.
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Roland looks crestfallen when his little maneuver fails to make contact. He slouches, the green energy still present and shimmering around him. "Son of a bitch. I kind of needed that to hit to have a chance." He takes off his hat, brushing his forehead with the back of a hand. Then he glances up at the ball of energy, suddenly hurling himself straight up. A crisp dodge, before he twists and then places his hat back on. His arm blurs, sending down a three shot of new cards; each intent on burying in then exploding, if they have a chance. "C'mon! Throw the fight! I need the money!!" At least he's begin annoyingly slippery for now!
COMBATSYS: Onatah blocks Roland's Dead Man's Hand.
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Throw the fight... "Are you fucking kidding me!?" The hell she will do anything but give her all to see how far she can get her foot up his ass. One armed or no, he has just signed his own death warrant. Dropping her head low she bares her teeth at Roland in a feral looking grin. The tomohawk is pulled from her belt and held in her hand as she pushes her right foot behind her to brace, her left moving just a bit forward. From this position she takes a running start towards Roland, giving a small leap as she brings the blunt side of the weapon down upon Roland's shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Onatah's Sun Chief.
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Roland certainly doesn't want to get horribly beaten by someone. However, last time he fought Onatah he was rather helpless; as it lies now, he's doing a pretty good job of delaying the inevitable. In a sharp swish, he lunges away from her swung weapon. Then he brings forth the palm of his hand, trying to sweep Onatah off her feet and hurl her down towards the sand. Something has definitely changed though; before, he had attempted to use tricks. Now, he's using something closer to an actual martial art. "I was joking!!" he offers, laughing in a frantic manner.
COMBATSYS: Onatah Toughs Out Roland's Quick Throw!
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Her attack missed, or rather he managed to move out of the way in time to prevent what would have been a rather devistating attack considering his current physical state. With a low growl she spins on her heel to face him, weapon still in hand. "The hell you were," she snarls. His attack reaches her but she simply endures it, letting the object bounce off her as she prepares for another attack of her own. Well, not so much an attack as an attempt to knock him down with a bit of force; certainly not her most elegant of moves. More of that green energy forms a corona about her right arm as she moves to strike him in a back hand with her weapon acting as a weight for the strike.
COMBATSYS: Roland instinctively blocks Onatah's Bloodlust.
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"C'mon! You are cute! I'm trying to flirt!" Roland tries to bargain, still holding up his good arm. Still, he's proving that the disability isn't really making him a lot weaker. Which doesn't mean much, because she's pounding on him about the same as before. His body tenses, seeing the back of the tomahawk coming; and he meets it with his own flare of chi. Given his sudden boost in power, he manages to meet her strength long enough to tremblingly repel it. "Hngh!" Keeping hold of that energy, he then exhales, whirling up his hand. Before darting forward -- a card dances into hand, lashing out with imbued chi twice at her chest. Before he twists, trying to hook his leg behind Onatah's, and then sink it high on her stomach with an explosion to send her flying downwards! "Ole!!"
COMBATSYS: Onatah parries Roland's Spanish 21!
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"This is how you flirt!?" comes her incredulous query as her weapon is met with that repeling force. Despite how she bares down upon the tomohawk it does not crush him as she meant it to, rather Roland is able to push her back which only serves to make her further resolved to kick his ass. Growling softly in concentration she focuses her energies on her lower limbs. Bringing her right foot up towards her chest she lashes out with full force towards his sternum. The fast moving appendage glows green as it seeks to knock the breath from Roland's lungs. He might even catch a glimpse of her boyshorts before she slams into him
COMBATSYS: Onatah successfully hits Roland with Bloodlust EX.
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Roland attempts to lean back, legs bowing and entire body rippling into the motion. However, Onatah might be further infuriated to find his eyes are not really looking towards anything combative, but rather at her indian skirt. Of course, this foils things like not being kicked in the chest. He is sent crashing into the floor, skidding along his upper back with a 'woof!!' of discomfort. Still, he shakily rolls over, pushing up with his good arm. "Nnngh. How do you flirt...?! You're a little rough!!" He's mostly out of maneuvers, however. Exhaling slowly, he launches forward, card dancing between his fingers. Two sharp snaps downwards follow, but they are only a feint -- his aim to grasp the front of Onatah's top, and try to hurl her face-first towards the ground!!
"HA HA HA HA!! OOOH HAH HA HAH!!"
Mocking booming laughter comes from Mukai, who at this time has taken seat upon a stony throne and has gotten comfy to enjoy to ensuing battle, he's even sipping on a coconut now to get into the a relaxed beach mood.
"Yes yes, very good my wolf!" The stone giant claps as he places his coconut drink to one side. "Make him blood more, quench the thirst of the land!"
COMBATSYS: Onatah endures Roland's Quick Throw.
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Developing fighting moves just so that he can flirt with women and look at their underware. The amount of desperation and low self-esteem that must be involved. Just how perverted and pitiful can you one man be? Oh wait... She's looking at him.
The cards strike her as she refuses to give up her position, slicing her once across the left thigh and again at the inside of her left arm. "There is not supposed to be any flirting in a fight. Perhaps if you learned this you would not be missing your other arm," she sneers. Roland reaches for her top, the vest pulled tight across her bust, and suceeds in catching hold of her, pulling her down towards him.
As she falls she raises her tomohawk and draws power into the hand and weapon. The green energy comes downward with a swish of wind towards Roland's one remaining arm, aiming the blunt end at his arm.
COMBATSYS: Onatah successfully hits Roland with Wind Fury.
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The crescent of energy rushes downwards. A shield of chi starts to manifest, but the wave of crashing wind breaks it apart. He is struck clean, and driven down to his knees. Her weapon impacts a moment later, and she'd feel the dull >thunk< of dislocation. Blood splatters in both directions in Onatah's wake, staining the ground. "...!!" Had she used the other side of her weapon, it's very likely he'd be restricted to kicking and headbutts. But when his lowered head raises back up, hat askew, he's grinning. "Ow..." Suddenly he hurls himself down to the ground. He lands /hard/ on his arm, twisting down with a growl of pain as it pops back in. Fingers flex and plant on the ground. "Roland..." he begins, before exploding upwards forcefully, spiraling madly as both heels aim to drive in a flash of chi towards Onatah's chin. "ROCKET~~~" Either way, his hat flies off into the distance, and he'd land with a thump nearby, coughing heavily. "So cruel..."
COMBATSYS: Roland can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Onatah dodges Roland's Roland Rocket.
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Indeed she did not intend to leave him completely helpless by removing his other arm. Bad enough she had to fight a one armed man in the first place. What is this, a The Fugitive remake!? Geez. Using the back of her hand she wipes his blood from her cheek where a few droplets splattered, idly wondering if this outfit is machine washable.
SheAnd then the fool doesn't know when to give up, trying to attack her again using his already badly injured arm.
Roland's not about to get up again; or move his arm for the next few days. Either way, the fight is quickly called by Neo League officials, despite no formal resignation or unconsciousness, proclaiming Onatah the victor! Mu-Mu should be quite proud as a result.
She sighs loudly and backs away, rolling her eyes as she moves herself out of Roland's way before he collapses into a heap on the sand. "Mail me my check." She calls out to the crew, hands on her hips. Without waiting for an answer she looks over at Mukai where he sits grinning like a proud parent. "Proud are ya?"
"Yes!!" Mukai clenches his fist seeing Onatah's tomahawk strike true, even if she for some unfathomable reason decided to use the blunt side, the attack was sure to cripple her opponent beyond his ability to fight. His last desperate attacks do cause him to sip on his coconut a little more intensely, eyes narrowing down to see if his last effort to close the gap works.
But it does not.
Gaia's blessing will not allow her most favored daughter to come to any harm.
"Excellent..." Yes indeed..err.. Mu-Mu.. is quite pleased. "Very." The giant states, glancing down from his high stone throne, letting a massive hand descend upon Onatah's head to pet her as if she where his very own child.
"You have grown strong my wolf, you will be felling even bigger prey soon enough."
Log created on 22:27:16 06/19/2012 by Roland, and last modified on 11:14:48 06/22/2012.