Description: Rio meets Layla after she beats a thug into unconsciousness in a back alley. Layla notices the dying crow Rio found and two girls engage in an odd conversation before a sparring match breaks out in the streets. Between the dirty tricks and constant gum flapping of Rio, Layla gets frustrated and the sparring match escalates to a full blown fight ending with Layla unconscious and Rio dialing 911. <Winner: Rio>
It's afternoon, and a flying crow gets hit by the car on a crosswalk - not moving too fast, but still, car vs crow. The car swerves, before righting itself and moving on. The crow hits the pavement. A few more cars pass by, but they don't get hit by it.
Rio glances over at the crow, then her eyes widen as she sees it's still moving. She glances to make sure that she has a walk signal, then dashes ahead, shoving a slow-moving businessman out of her way and winding through the rest of the traffic, before deftly swooping to pick the crow up. Now that she has the crow, she looks down at it in her cupped hands. The white person symbol blinks off, a red hand starts blinking below it, and orange numbers below the light start to count down.
*CRASH*
The sound of a heavy body smashing into a metallic trash container resounds throughout an alleyway just off the streets nearby, a soft groan coming from deep within.
"Come on, damn it!" A brazilian woman wearing tattered blue denim attire and a bright red T-shirt with the words "Bite Me" shouts in a disappointed tone. Snapping a revolving weighted chain she was using as a weapon earlier back into her awaiting right hand, the girl with earth brown eyes and hair scowls. She had only a day to train before her next KUMA LEAGUE match-up with a guy named 'Roland' and while she had no idea who he was, he sounded pretty damn tough by her limited ability to reckon. These punks weren't putting up too much of a fight either...
The thug she'd hurled into the refuse disposal had already long since slumped against the giant container and lost consciousness. Well, so much for that.
"Damn it!" Layla kicks another, muc small, tin trashcan... putting a rather large dent in it and sending it flying across the alley. She clips her weighted chain back to the lip of her belt then, stuffing her hands in her pockets, and proceeds to walk out of the alleyway. All she could think about these days was losing so badly to that 'Kazama' chick.
Layla does stop, however, standing just at the edge of the alleyway as she sees a girl stoop to pickup a wounded crow. "...He'll probably be dead soon anyway." She says, rather coldly. "A hit like that is almost never survivable for something so small. I wouldn't waste my time." Not that it didn't tug at her heart strings a bit too but... somebody had to play the realist, right...?
Rio blinks, looking up to see where that noise came from, and her eyes focus on Layla in the alley nearby. Which means she's listening to the next thing she's saying. "...Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right." A nearby car blows it's horn at her, and she glares at it, then walks back onto the sidewalk, towards the alley.
She glances over to the trashcan, and flashes the vagrant a grin. "Hey, open that trashcan for me? My hands are a bit full." She glances Layla over, blinking a bit at the scars. In her hands, the crow flutters a little, and her attention returns to it. She bites her lip.
The brazilian woman cocks an eyebrow at the girl. Then looks down at her hands in her pockets, as if to question them. Did she LOOK like a maid? What about 'dangerous-looking thug woman' says 'please do ask for favors'?
Never the less, after staring at the girl for a moment curiously, she does reach over toward a trash can at her left side, and grasps the tin lid.... hoisting it into the air. She then looks back at the girl, then at the crow, and then feels a bit /more/ sorry for the crow. Though she doesn't outright state this. A trashcan was hardly a proper burial...
"Yeah..." is pretty much all she offers thereafter, letting her left hand drop and the lid dangle loosely at her side.
Rio tosses the crow into the air over the trashcan, and flings a card at it, cutting off it's head before both card and crow fall into the can. "Now it can't feel pain, and there's no more hazard of disease. Problem solved." She looks down at her hands, her expression wavering for a moment. "I... should probably wash my hands, though."
Her face slips into an easygoing smile once again, he glances over to the refuse disposal. "So what happened there?" She pauses, and looks back to Layla. "Ah, I'm Rio Fujisaki, by the way. I'd offer to shake hands, but mine are a bit dirty right now...."
As the crow is given a toss into the air, Layla's earthen eyes follow its trajectory almost instinctively. The first thing going through her brain: what the fuck? ... and then a playing card goes sailing through the air... slicing the crow's head clean from its body in a spray of crimson. The second thhing going through her brain: WHAT THE FUCK??
After a moment or so, Layla manages to peel her eyes from the dead carcass of the once injured - now dead - black crow. She then points her gaze back in Ms. Fujisaki's direction, and drops the garbage can lid ontop of the trash can with a horrendous clatter.
"...You... what..." She facepalms deeply with a gloved hand, dirty studded knuckles glinting barely in the sunlght from above. Finally, she drops her hand and looks at the girl again, albeit stonefaced. "I'm not even going to ask." She clearly had skills though.
Looking back over her right shoulder toward the still unconscious thug behind her, as Rio asks about what 'that' was, Layla replies... gesturing with her right hand toward him... "That... is trash." She didn't mean the disposal he was leaning against either. "I didn't hurt 'im too much. Though... nobody'd miss 'im if I did." She then looks back at Rio, and down at her hands, "Yeah..,. might want to go wash those."
Rio claps her hands together, and then opens them, revealing one of those little paper squares to clean hands with, already removed from it's wrapping. She starts to wipe her hands. "When you get in fights, it's a good idea to carry that sort of stuff. Sanitizes better than using a public bathroom, anyways." She looks back into Layla's eyes.
"Now, I'm not an expert on you, given that we've just met, but I get the feeling you're judging me, even though you yourself said it wouldn't survive. Also, you're not introducing yourself. Now, that might just be rudeness, but I don't think it is in this case." She pauses, and tosses a sanitizer packet towards Layla, still wrapped. "I think you might actually be scared of me. But seeing as you were just in a fight next to a dumpster, you might as well wash your hands too. No reason not to avoid infection."
Layla raises an eyebrow as Rio claps her hands together and a sanitary napkin suddenly appears out of thin air. Wonderful, today of all days, Layla had to meet the one alien out here in the middle of this great big city. Either that, or one of the boys at the last bar she'd been to had slipped something into her drink again. She wouldn't doubt either of these things.
Layla does catch the thrown sanitary napkin, snatching it deftly out of the air with a gloved left hand, as she returns the other girl's stare. For the duration of the little spiel, she just kind of stands there... still stonefaced. Until she stops, and then...
Laughter ensues. "Hahahaha! That's... that's pretty cute." She states, at the bit about Layla being afraid of her. "Look..." She then stuffs the wrapped napkin into her pocket with her left hand, right hand's index finger pointing at the girl in what some might perceive to be a threatening gesture. Itw as just Layla being rude again though. "I am NOT judging you first of all. I was surprised. It's not everyday you see something like that." She drops her right hand then... "Secondly, I ain't afraid of nobody. I've fought in pits with bears whole hell of a lot scary than you, and I don't mean fat, hairy, guys either." Though, the hairy bit certainly applied. "I don't have to give my name to anybody..." She lets that hang for a moment or so... and then continues... "...But since you managed to make me laugh, I guess I will. The name's Layla."
Rio blinks, and shifts her feet, adjusting the brim of her hat. "I half said that just to see what sort of reaction it would provoke. Which means I half failed. But I got you to share your name, so I'll count it as a victory. Anyways, I'm glad you're not scared of me." She grins up at Layla. "So why were you throwing that guy into a dumpster? Tried to take your wallet, or vica versa? Some sort of gang war going on? Asking too many questions and making you laugh?" She leans forwards, and tilts her head to one side. "Or...?"
Layla shakes her head, waving gloved hand in front of her face dismissively. "Like I said, I am not afraid of anybody. Once you've fought eight hundred pounds of muscle with teeth and claws, everything else looks like... " She pauses for a moment, her brain not really processing very well right this minute for some reason. "...a puppy or something."
She then sighs, softly, and scratches at the back of her neck with the bare fingertips peeking out of her gloves. "You sure do ask a lot of questions." She had to wonder why the girl hadn't fled in terror or disgust or something yet either. That was /most/ people's response when they met Layla, especially if they'd just caught her shitkicking someone. Maybe this girl /was/ an alien... "I needed practice." She admits, honest as ever. "Those assholes just make trouble for everybody, me included. So they're perfect targets for a beating. Nobody will give a shit if I put a few of them in the ER." Though, she rarely did that.
She flexes her right right arm a bit, hard, naturally-built, muscles tightening beneath her skin like steel fibers pulled taut. Not as huge as a burly man's muscles but... they were much bigger than the muscles most men would considered attractive on a woman. "I fight all the time, I can't go gettin' rusty."
Finally, taking a break from being rude, the brazilian girl bothers to ask.. "...What about you? What are you doing out here, talking to a hobo like me?"
"Wait, did you fight in the Kuma League? That stuff seems a little crazy. I don't want to disable some guy and have a bear rip his throat out or something."
She tilts her head to the other side at Layla's question. "You look strong, so I'm curious. And you seem brave, so I'm more curious." She smiles, spinning an American quarter on her fingertip. "I'd offer to do a little practice sparring with you, but it seems you dump people in dumpsters once you're done sparring them." She closes her hand around the quarter and squeezes hard, then turns it over her knuckles turning white... then turns her hand over and drops a mangled quarter to the ground, where it skitters across the pavement. "Besides, you just finished a fight, so I'd have an unfair advantage." She takes a step closer, and taps her fingertips against her cheek, staring up at Layla. "What do you need practice for, anyways? You have some fantastic goal on the horizon?"
"Meh." The brazilian woman replies, waving her left hand dismissively again. "If they registered for a tournament involving BEARS, they took their chances. Everybody knows the risks they're taking, that's part of the fun." She replies, regarding the KUMA LEAGUE. "Crazy ain't got nothin' to do with it. Real fighters live for danger and the thrill of a challenge. If you don't have that, you're as good as dead anwyay."Then a somewhat sadistic grin winds its way into her features. "I nearly died myself last time. I plan to do it again too."
That said, she does watch curiously a the girl spins a coin on the tip of her finger... letting her left hand drop and latch on to the lip of her pocket. She watches silently until the part where the girl squeezes the coin, dropping it mangled on the sidewalk afterwards. Instead of responding with anything even remotely resembling fear, she just raises an eyebrow. Curious. The girl didn't /look/ that strong. Though... Layla's seen some weird shit lately. Including people who could throw exploding energy from their hands, so she supposed she shouldn't be too surprised. "Ha..." She takes a fighting stance then, gloved fists on either side of her face.... studded knuckles upward... left foot forward. "I ain't tired... that fool wasn't even a warm up. If you're lookin for a poundin' I can give it to you rigt here."
At the last question though, she laughs... softly. "Goals?? Since when do i need goals to fight?? I enjoy what I do, and that's that."
Rio tilts her head to one side, then the other. "I don't mind risking my life. But when I enter a fight, it also means I'm taking someone else's life into my hands. Unless they deserve to die or they need to die for me to live, why kill them? Fighting with bears for a thrill and a little money... just doesn't seem like good odds. Because while I'm a fighter, I'm also a gambler." She grins, and spreads her hands wide.
"Which segueways nicely to the next part. I don't fight just for the sake of fighting. Usually I'm earning money, or wagering something. Without wagering, I don't find it exciting. Also, if we're fighting in the street without referees, I must insist that either of us can give up verbally or by tapping out at any time." She lowers her hands back to her sides, and shrugs, smiling.
"Of course, if you aren't interested in terms like that, there's no need to fight." Her left hand reaches up to play with the brim of her hat. "Just thought I'd be polite and make the offer."
"Tch..." Layla falls out of her fighting stance for a moment, seeing as the girl's still chattering at her, and straightens up... left hand finding her pocket again. "You people and your complicated thinking..." Who these other people were, she doesn't say but clearly there are a few of them.. "Listen, I don't kill people if I don't have to either. But I won't take responsibility for someone else's life. If you climb into a bear's den, you get eaten." No normal person in their right mind would ever question that logic either. But some people have to try and be 'heroes'... and be responsible for everybody else. Layla really tired of these types, but they seemed to be everywhere.
"Meh... what good is money?" She replies, to the bit about wagering. "I've been homeless for as long as I can remember, I get by..." Though, she often got by from stealing... and she often paid them back from her tournament winnings so there was a bit of hypocrisy there.. "...Keywords..." Suddenly something very uncouth comes to her mind as she imagines something much different from fighting where one needs to give some sort of verbal signal if they wish to stop.
She facepalms deeply again.
Dropping that gloved hand after a moment, she says... "Look, just say stop for cryin' out loud. It doesn't have to be complicated." Though... she's beginning to wonder why she's evenw asting her time here... she'd almost never fight asomeone who wouldn't fight her no holds barred. "Do you want to have a go or not? This isn't BDSM here, and I have oter things I could be doing..." Like drinking until she didn't know the floor from her ass somewhere!
Rio turns a bit red at the BDSM reference - then laughs. "You're the one who wants practice, I'm just being what passes for helpful for Rio Fujisaki." She kicks the mangled quarter she dropped off the ground, which bounces off the wall and lands in her waiting palm, then slams them together, really hard. She winces, bringing them up to her face, blowing on her hands - then grins suddenly and opens them to reveal an only slghtly mangled coin, as if she's just flattened it with her palms, which she flips towards Layla.
"See, I'm not into BDSM either. I'm just an evil creature who tries to twist every circumstance to her advantage." She coughs, and waves her hand. "Pretend I didn't say that." Another cough, and she straightens back up, her hand going back up to the brim of her hat. Grin.
"My mother would kill me if I fought without betting on something, so let's just bet on the loser having to buy the winner a couple of rounds at the nearest bar. And if you're so /scared/ of safewords, because you didn't learn how to fight in a legitimate dojo, we don't have to have any. Just don't start crying if I blow you up with grenades or whatever." She raises an eyebrow, staring into Layla's eyes. "That good enough for you, or you gonna wimp out?"
Layla watches at the girl proceeds with yet another long, drawn-out, display of... strength? magic? ... she didn't know but it starting to bore her. And frustrate her a bit. She wasn't used to dealing with these kinds of people, really. Most of the people she chose to fight with, even the most showy of them, knew how to get down to business. This girl's just a chatterbox...
Snatching that coin out the air the same way she grabbed the sanitary napkin, she holds it between her index finger and thumb of her left hand and... bends the abused quarter until it finally says 'fuck this, I'm out' and snaps in half... the top half richoting off te alleyway wall opposite her. She then very neatly drops the bottom half in her pocket. "You talk too much." She finally says, revealing a bit about her current mental state... and then drops back into her fighting stance... muddy brown eyes locking with the other girl's amber and gold. "We'll see who's crying by the end of this..." She makes a 'come hither' motion with the fingers and wrist of her right hand. "Come get it."
COMBATSYS: Layla has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Rio has joined the fight here.
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Rio's eyes widen as Layla actually /snaps/ the coin, and then purses her lips. "You talk a lot too. The difference is, when I talk, you get uncomfortable. Do you know why that is? Because you aren't used to facing your own mind. I'm asking questions. Questions you've tried hard not to ask yourself, I imagine. You may be emotionally strong, but I think that's because you close off part of yourself." She looks up to meet Layla's eyes evenly. "I don't hold back in fights more than I need to. And that means, if my talking is unsettling someone - well, I should just keep doing it." She pulls off her hat, and looks around for somewhere to set it down, then frowns a bit.
"Do you have like, a hatrack around here or something? I'm rather fond of this hat...."
COMBATSYS: Rio comes up with a CUNNING PLAN.
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Now... Layla was just a teensy bitt /pissed/. "Quit your yappin' for christs' sake!" This girl was mistaking Layla for herself, unfortunately. There wasn't anything /in/ Layla's mind to begin with most of the time... except alchohol. This complicated, incessant, yapping was driving her insane! She said she wanted to fight, but then she bludgeons her to death with words! UGH!
As the amber eyed girl takes off her hat, asks for a hat rack, Layla just looses it. Completely. She charges straight toawrd Rio with all of the speed her body - honed by years of constant fighting - can muster and draws her rigt arm back... then thrusts it forward again like a piston... gleaming studded knuckles aimed straight for the other woman's cheek. It was time to show her what Layla was really about. "RRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!!'
COMBATSYS: Rio interrupts Jab Punch from Layla with Fox's Sudden Evocation.
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Rio flips her hat around, showing that there's... how did all those fireworks get stuffed in that hat? Are those legal in the US? How did they all get lit? Before these questions have been asked, they're already going off, knocking back Layla's fist with the force of their multicolored explosions. Bright green and red flares fly off into the alleyway, with loud whistling noises.
"That hatrack comment was made specifically so you'd attack me, you know." She takes a few steps back, brushes the remaining sparks out of her hat, then flips it back onto her head.
Layla goes flying backward away from the wily witch almost as fast as she charged in, tumbling across the pavement after she smashes into it HARD... a grunt escaping her as she feels her spine bend in a way it really shouldn't for a moment there.
For a moment, she just lies there. One might even think she were down and out already.
But if they did,they would be horribly mistaken.
Pushing herself up off the ground with a grunt, and shuffling to her feet, Layla grins savagely... wiping a bit of gunpowder residue from her face. "That's pretty dirty..." ... and then she charges back in, this time even faster than she charged in the last time, lashing out with a booted foot at the woman's midsection. "I like people who fight dirty... IT JUST MEANS I HAVE TO BEAT YOU EVEN HARDER!"
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Rio with Gut Buster.
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Rio barely manages to keep her footing as the foot slams into her, and slams into a trashcan, that gets a bit dented and falls over. A crow's head rolls out of it, but she's not looking at that right now, instead grimacing and slowly picking herself up off her knees. "Hey... Are you /sure/ you're not into BDSM? Cause that sounded kinda...." She shrugs, and picks up the garbage can lid, shakes her head a bit. "None of my business, really." She charges in with the garbage can, using it as some sort of improvised shield rush as she runs towards Layla.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Rio's Random Weapon.
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Steeling herself as she sees the woman rushing back toward her with a trash can lid as a makeshift weapon, layla crosses her arms infront of her body and tightens every muscle. The trash can lid loudly slams into Layla's powerful arms, stopped damn nearly cold... the woman's snakeskin boots scraping the pavement audibly as Rio manages to budge her a little before she completely tenses however. "...Heh. I might be." She replies, a bit strained, at the girl's question about whether she's into BDSM or not. Layla certainly loved her pain! "You're one to talk though.." She then attempts to ram her KNEE into the tree can lid and throw Rio back. Given the way she snapped that quarter earlier, once might guess she'd probably at least dent the lid even if she missed Rio. "Anyone who pickas a fight with me is just asking for pain." She boasts a bit. Though, some of it was true. The folks inthe slum at least knew picking fights with Layla was often a quick trip to the hospital.
COMBATSYS: Rio blocks Layla's Light Kick.
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Rio adjusts the garbage can lid so the kick ricochets off of it. Still sends the lid into her side, and rips it out of her hand, but at least it deflected the kid. "Nah, I just wanted to get to know you better. And fighting is a means to that end." She takes a step back, and picks up the trash can that she took the lid off of, sighing. "Now I really will need to wash up." And with that, she hurls the entire thing towards Layla.
COMBATSYS: Layla endures Rio's Power Fling.
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As the trash can lid is tossed aside by Rio, after she successfuly deflects Layla's knee, Layla stops in place for a moment... a bit dumbstruck. Not at her blocking the kick, but at her words. Getting to know her better? ... Layla hadn't thought of that before, but fighting WAS a pretty intimate way to get to know anotherr persn. Everything tends to come out in a battle... though, someow she still doubted that's exactly what the complicated woman meant.
Never the less, this moment of speculative thinking leaves he a bit off-guard... leaving her unable to register that Rio has walked away and lifted that trash can until... its thrown at her.
Despite this, Layla immediately tries to charge back into her territory... enduring the force of the trash can as it SMASHES into her body and plows right through it despite the pain it inflicts. Trash is, inevitably, strewn all over the street as the can is knocked aside... tossinng that dead crow into the street as well. Who promptly gets run over by a passing car with a sickening splatter.
Skidding int Rio's territory with a shit-eating grin on her face... Layla immediately proceeds to unleash a volley of punches, elbows, and knees at her in an attempt to overwhelm her and pound her into the pavement.
COMBATSYS: Rio blocks Layla's Frantic Combination.
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Rio quickly blocks the onslaught of blows with a series of palm strikes with both hands while backing up, then discards two crumpled decks of cards from her hands, and shakes her reddened hands in the air after Layla pauses in her onslaught. "That's quite a combination you have there. I can see why you can take out ordinary punks no problem."
She rushes towards Layla's left, then swerves to the right, moving in quick circular steps to get behind her back for just a moment. And once she's behind it, she'll leap up, attempting to wrap her legs around the Brazilian's waist, and her arms around her neck, and choke the life out of her.
COMBATSYS: Rio successfully hits Layla with Monkey's Glorious Ascension.
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For her part, Layla is genuinely surprised at the girl's ability to block or deflect all of her strikes effectively. Usually people who used dirty tricks when fighting often didn't have the skill or muscle to back up their talk. Clearly that wasn't the case here.
She's even more surprised when the girl runs around her backside, almost quicker than she can keep up, and proceeds to climb her like a monkey and strangle her!
"GHHKK!" Layla lets out, as the girl's grip tightens on her throat, cutting off the oxygen to her brain. It wouldn't be long thoough before her cast iron grp is around those arms of hers, attempting to brute force them off of her and - when she does so - pries the girls legs off as well.... darting away for a moment to catch her breath. "Y-..." She gasps... "That.. was pretty good..."
COMBATSYS: Layla focuses on her next action.
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Rio smiles at the compliment, and scratches the back of her head. "Thanks. I'd ask if you wanted to give up, but I'm guessing the answer to that is going to be a 'no'." She rubs her arm where Layla tore it off from it's chokehold. "I can't believe someone as strong as you doesn't have any dreams, though. There's nothing where you look at it and are like 'I want to have that', or people you look at and are like 'I want to be that'?" She tilts her head a bit to one side, leaning against the wall. "I think if you did have a dream, you'd be able to become strong enough to achieve it."
COMBATSYS: Rio comes up with a CUNNING PLAN.
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This again. "Tch... I just don't need a dream to fight. I do what I like and that's it." Clearlyy, though, this girl doesn't have much experience with people who've lived in deep poverty. When life gets like that... it gets kind of hard to see past the end of your nose. "I just enjoy myself..." That's pretty much all life was good for anyway..
Snapping that weighted chain from the lip of her belt, however, indicates she's basically done talking and is ready to get back to the fight. Especially one that gleaming, oddly well-polished, chain starts swinging blurringly fast in an orbit about her right hand. Lashing out with that chain, giving it a hard right-handed toss, at Rio... she attempts to wrap it around the girl's neck and - if she succeeds - drag her toward Layla for yet another blindingly fast volley of punches, knees, and elbows... tthese much harder than the last but far less controlled and erratic.
COMBATSYS: Rio interrupts Beat Yo' Ass! from Layla with Quick Throw.
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Rio raises an arm to block the chain, but the chain just lashes around both arm and neck. Painful. However, she quickly slides her other arm up, and swings it back off around her neck, and snaps them back off, hurling the chain from around her neck at the exact moment Layla pulls on it. Which sends the Brazilian off-balance as she pulls hard on empty air.
"What? No. No one /needs/ dreams. But... life is so easy for you you're fighting /bears/, even though you don't need to. If you're fighting bears for fun, it's your heart telling you that you should be doing something more with your life." She shrugs, rubbing her neck. "Or maybe not. I just made that up, but I thought it'd sound more compelling."
Today was, apparently, a bad day for Layla. Her first fight with a punk earlier left her high and dry due to his profound weakness, and now she'd finally found someone who could fight worth a shit and she'd rather talk!
"Er...." Layla snaps her nine section whip up off the ground and back into her right hand. Then she proceeds to wind the thing slowly around her right hand for some inexplicable reason... "Do you want to fight or not??" She exclaims, finally finished winding that long, well-polished, chain about her gloved fist... flexing her fingers once before clutching it tightly in her fist. "I don't know why you give a shit abot my dreams but..." ... she then charges toward the girl in a familiar fashion, arm drawn back like a piston again... "It's none of your business!" Then that chain-wrapped fist is thrust toward Rio's face in the same manner she'd done earlier... right toward her right cheek.
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Rio with Jab Punch.
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And this time, Rio doesn't have her hat ready. The fist smacks into her cheek, her head flies askew, and her hat is knocked straight off. She stumbles back upright, and furrows her brow at Layla. "Everything's my business." And then more fireworks start to go off from her hat. This, in fact, is a good thing for Rio, though, because she's no longer startled or even surprised by fireworks, and she lunges towards Layla, as she-
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Rio's Savage Combo.
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-pummels at Layla's stomach with one hand, while her other hand moves to repeatedly contact-taser the vagrant with the taser she's holding. Where did that come from?
The punch connects cleanly with Rio's face, the sound of metal chains meeting soft, pliable, flesh provokes an extremely self-satisfied grin.
Then the hat flies off, fluttering in the wind, and then begins to explode violently with the furious crackling of fireworks. The sound of fireworks does draw Layla's attention... long enough for that fist to connect with her hardened midsection... forcing the air out of her momentarily.
Unfortunately for Rio, however, because the lesser attack drew her attention... she does in fact notice the sparking tazer. She's also quick to knock the hand clutching the tazer away, the business end of the tazer bouncing harmlessly off of her gloves.
Suddenly, the chain is unwound from her hand in all of a moment or two... and then Layla tries to wind the length of the chain around Rio's neck and strangle her with it just as Rio had done to her earlier. But if she manages to, it won't stop there. She'll then begin to pound into the wily woman full of dirty tricks with her knees until hopefully she can't stand anymore.
COMBATSYS: Rio interrupts Blackout from Layla with God's Miraculous Flight.
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Layla 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Rio
The chain is wound around her neck, but then Rio jumps up into the air, and pushes off the wall with both hands, kicking Layla's neck hard enough to knock her down to the ground, then lands on it, and repeatedly kicks Layla's stomach with her other foot as she stands on her neck. This doesn't entirely stop the chain from choking her, but it does stop the massive beatdown that was about to come after it. She finally leaps back off her, unentangling the chain from her throat, and coughs, furrowing her eyebrows down at her opponent, momentarily at a loss for words, or at least the capacity to say them.
Once again, the wily woman proves to be a frustratingly hard opponent to put down. Once the chain had gone around her neck, Layla had assumed it was over. But as Rio performs impossibly agile acrobatic maneuvers - despite being strangled - AND THEN kicks Layla to the ground and kicks the shit out of her until she can barely move... well...
Layla just kind of lays there in stunned surprise... unable to say a word or even shout in pain due to the foot crushing her windpipe.
As the woman leaps off of her and retreats, the brazilian woman just lays there on the hot pavement... gasping. This would make the second time this week someone has literally pushed her shit in, not a good one at all...
But despite the beating, she does eventually manage to pick herself up again... and chuckle softly... "It would seem you aren't full of shit at least when it comes to backing up your talk..." That chain is swinging again... moving in a near invisible blurring motion about her right hand... "You might just win this fight... BUT NOT IF I CAN HELP IT!" She shouts, loudly, and flicks her wrist toward Rio... sending the whip flying for her as fast and hard as her beaten body can muster...attempting to strike the woman across the torso with that gleaming weighed chain.
COMBATSYS: Rio dodges Layla's Brutal Lash.
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Layla 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Rio
Rio drops down into a crouch under the lash, rolling back further away from Layla before standing back up. "Might doesn't make right, but it does tend to make people listen a little harder." She fans out a hand of five playing cards, and throws one at each of Layla's hands, and one at each of her legs. The final card she keeps hold of. "Why do you care if you win?"
COMBATSYS: Rio successfully hits Layla with Medium Fling.
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Layla 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Rio
Yet more complicated talk, but at least it was brief this time. Layla, for her part, doesn't repond though... not merely because she's frustrated with it... but because its taking every once of energy she has just to sta on her feet.
Then those dangerous playing cards are finally flung at her, each and every one of them connecting one after another... sticking into the brazilian ganger girl's flesh and causing yet more of her blood t spiill onto the sidewalk.
Her legs almost buckle at that, quivering momentarily under the strain of holding her body up after so much blood loss...
..And yet, she keeps right on standing. Perhaps only through sheer for of will alone, she not only manages to STAND but also drag her body across the pavement for what may possibly be only one more attack... another simple, straight forward, volley of blows culminating in an attempted headbut... the end of which... whether it hits or not... will probably send Layla to the pavement face first unconscious.
COMBATSYS: Layla can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Rio blocks Layla's Frantic Combination.
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Rio 0/-------/------=|
Rio snaps her hands, two more decks of cards appearing in them, and moves back, blocking this onslaught much like the last one, but she can back up faster and move faster than her opponent who's moving on sheer willpower alone. She blinks down at the unconcious girl in front of her, and crouches down next to her, poking her with a finger while her other hand holds a tazer behind her back. "Hey, Layla. You okay there?"
Another poke. "Guess you'll have to owe me those drinks later." She stands up, and starts to walk away, then looks back at Layla with an annoyed look. She hesitates.
Finally, she pulls out a phone with a fancy needless manuever she doesn't need to use because no one is watching, and starts dialling an ambulance.
"This idiot probably doesn't even have insurance."
Log created on 00:51:11 07/20/2012 by Layla, and last modified on 16:24:51 07/20/2012.