Description: The slums of Metro City have seen a lot of violence in their time, so what's a little bit more? Duke's tournament is calling to folks who are out for blood or money, or maybe a bit of both, and it's getting plenty of takers. Compared to some, Katsuya and Senna might both be considered pretty 'mundane' fighters... but that doesn't mean you want to get in the way when the fists start flying. For the sake of the tournament and the prize purse, they get into a knock down, drag out brawl out on the streets. (Winner: Katsuya)
Time: 5:45pm
Place: Metro City Slums
Metro City's slums. While the city itself has had up periods and down periods, really, the slums have been... the slums. For as long as anyone can remember, they've been a true jungle of concrete, asphalt, brick, and iron, brightly colored with graffiti ranging from simple initials to some truly artistic (if occasionally very, ah, graphic) tags. The streets of the Slums are dirty, trash flowing in piles, carbon collecting from smog, from smoke... and the people. There are -always- people on the street, mostly young men and women with nowhere else to go.
It's the slums that Senna finds herself in, and while few women actually enter the Slums willingly... she's walkin' like she owns the place. It's a strong, badass stride she's got, projecting an air of 'don't mess with me' that is almost palpable. Certainly she looks the part--not huge, but muscled well, scars shown off as well by her sleeveless, olive-green wifebeater and the heavy denim cargo pants and boots she's got on.
She stops for a moment, looks at something in her hand, then nods and heads towards a knot of young men.
"Oi," she rasps, when she nears, causing the men--gangbangers by the look of them, wearing vests, colorful pants, boots... and obviously armed with knives and chains and such. She ignores most of them--all but one.
"You G? 'm here for this little shindig." Sliding her right hand into a thigh pocket on her cargoes, she pulls out a tightly-bound roll of cash. "Here's the put. Where's the guy I'm supposed to fuck up?"
Striding in from the other direction, Katsuya's body language also indicates that he's perfectly at ease, despite the rough neighborhood. It may not be his usual stomping grounds, but some things are universal. A confident stride, and being in good shape, are enough by themselves to ward off many of the less savory denizens of the slums. Of course, there's always a few who have trouble seeing past the expensive looking suit. One such type steps out from a group of his friends, starting to get in the way of the approaching Yakuza.
Katsuya doesn't slow his stride, but he does reach up to remove his cigarette, letting out a slow stream of smoke, and narrow his eyes as he shifts his gaze toward the punk. They lock eyes, and it doesn't take long for the local to back down, trying to pretend he was just stretching his legs for a bit. Katsuya's gaze moves back to forward, and he continues on without breaking his stride.
A bit further on, and Katsuya finds the gathering that appears to be the one he's looking for. "This's the place for the fight, yeah?" He slips a hand into his pocket, pulling out his own roll of bills. He spares Senna a brief glance, then quickly pulls out a few bills and hands them over to the Mad Gear ganger. Then he looks back to Senna, not trying to hide the fact that he's eyeing her. After looking her up and down for a moment he shrugs, then shoves the bills back into his pocket. "Well, whatever."
The woman glances back at the guy in the suit. Yakuza... or a wannabe. Not sure which. Doesn't matter. There's absolutely nothing friendly or warm in her face; she holds the gaze for just a few seconds, then turns away... deliberately showing her back to the man as she walks out into the street. No worries of a car coming by and interrupting the proceedings; G and his Mad Gear flunkies will make sure of that, though there's hardly any sort of 'officialness' to the fight.
Already, people are hangin' out of windows, throwing down bets, talking amongst themselves; Senna ignores all of them and turns to face Katsuya. "Let's do this," she says, her voice a low, raspy tone filled with barely-restrained impatience and more than a small amount of restrained anger. After so saying, she puts her hands up--wrapped like a boxer's, though her fingers are free to move--and smirks from her guard position.
"'less you're afraid of gettin' that swank suit all messed up, of course," she quips, -almost- sounding light-hearted. Hooting, cackling, and heckling have already begun--pretty much equal parts chauvinist crap aimed at Senna and class-warfare crap aimed at the suit-wearing Katsuya. But none of the hecklers are staying within combat range...
Katsuya's gaze flicks briefly around the area. The run down nature of the place, and junk left sitting on the sidewalks, suits him just fine. He leans back for a moment, taking a long drag on his cigarette, then slowly exhaling. Eventually he brings his head back down and faces Senna again, flicking the cigarette blindly off to one side. Then he chuckles, slipping his hands into his pockets for a moment and leaning forward. "Got plenty of suits, girl. Not that it's gonna matter."
Katsuya darts a glance briefly over at G; no sense in risking his money by breaking some stupid rule if they care about the fight starting early. It looks like things are good, though. He's certainly got no compunctions against hitting a woman, so he figures he might as well seize the momentum. He slips his hands out of his pockets and goes right from his leaning position to a run, closing the distance to Senna. He brings up his left hand, but it's just a feint; he actually follows through with a right straight aimed at Senna's face.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Senna has joined the fight here.
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Katsuya 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Senna
COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Katsuya's Yamikin.
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Katsuya 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Well. At least he isn't some sort of -gentleman-... Senna's worked for the Yakuza before, on a strictly contract basis, and she knows that some of them have some odd ideas about 'honor' and 'integrity'... fuck that. But... he's gonna try -punching- her? Just like that? Heh. Senna's stance widens a bit--she's not planting herself, but making her footing more sure. "You say so," she remarks, as the man charges for her; being an experienced boxer, she doesn't fall for the feint, her eyes not even drawn to that left hand; with the right straight, she shifts her head to the righ and leans, leaving the punch to whistle past her head.
Up this close, she opts for something simple--a hammering left to the gut as she steps past him; it's a short, percussive blow, target-seeking the soft meat, not looking to break bones--but for the placement it would be one of the classic 'liver blow' punches. "Oi, oi," she says, as she avoids that first feint and makes her own attempt, "You don't know much 'bout throwin' a punch, do you?" Taunting.. a time-honored fighting convention. Rile the guy up... get him mad. Make him make mistakes.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Senna's Medium Punch.
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Katsuya 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Katsuya quickly turns as his punch flies past Senna's head. He brings his left elbow sharply down, getting his arm in the way of her punch. He allows himself to be pushed back slightly by the blow, but it doesn't seem to phase him much otherwise. "I can do better than a love tap like that. Lemme show ya." He plants one foot firmly against the sidewalk, bringing his body around to prepare for his next attack. He pushes himself forward with his back leg as he throws out another attack, leading slightly with his right side.
The Yakuza's right arm comes sweeping up, aiming a heavy uppercut blow for Senna's jaw. At the same time he's driving his body towards her, trying to use the extra momentum to blow past any defense she might put up.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Senna with Fierce Punch.
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Katsuya 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Senna
Senna doesn't wear a mouthguard--hasn't since she left the world of boxing--but she naturally keeps her tongue out of the way of her teeth and, well, she has a strong jaw. Katsuya's punch -rocks- it, though, snapping her head back and clapping her teeth together--it sounds almost like a gunshot, scarily enough, though not enough to make people start running. She staggers backwards with a grunt, then masters herself, shaking her head. It was a nice shot, but she's not gonna -say- so, naturally.
With a grunt, she drives forward, throwing a weltering, almost random pattern of left jabs--they'll pepper Katsuya's chin, his torso, a blistering, brief assault of fists. If anything, that power blow's only motivated her more, the muscles in her arms visibly tensing.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya endures Senna's Shotgun Driver.
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Katsuya 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Senna
Katsuya takes the first blow on the chin, but by the time he pulls his head back around he's already lashing out with a series of his own blows, not being stopped by the blows raining down on his own body. The grunts of pain seem to indicate he's feeling them, though. He attempts to trade blows with Senna until he sees a break in the pattern of her jabs, and that's when he makes his real move.
Throwing out one more jab, Katsuya then reaches out quickly with both hands, attempting to grab Senna by the head. If he manages to pull that off, she'll find herself being pulled down to meet his rising knee. On the rebound from that he shifts his grab, trying to grab her by the shoulders and twist, sending her spinning into the pavement.
COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Katsuya's Kakuseizai.
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Katsuya 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Senna
Katsuya's jab glances off Senna's chin, but that doesn't faze her; it does, however, give Katsuya the time to grab her by the head. She has a sudden realization of what he's going to attempt and she throws her crossed wrists in front of her her face as he pulls her down--it still -hurts-, but the impact of face on wrists is a lot different from the impact of face on knee. And it lets her spring backwards with a flex of the forearms, avoiding the last part of the attack, Katsuya grasping thin air.
"Not yet," she rasps, and then, regardless of the fact that he just tried to bash her face in, she drives forward, looking to lock Katsuya up with a left-armed clinch...
... and if she manages that, she'll pound Katsuya's ribcage with her right fist, hammering it in repeatedly--not looking to hurt the soft meat, this time, but to break ribs and powder bones--before locking him up with both arms and twisting to throw *him* to the pavement.sp
Katsuya's jab glances off Senna's chin, but that doesn't faze her; it does, however, give Katsuya the time to grab her by the head. She has a sudden realization of what he's going to attempt and she throws her crossed wrists in front of her her face as he pulls her down--it still -hurts-, but the impact of face on wrists is a lot different from the impact of face on knee. And it lets her spring backwards with a flex of the forearms, avoiding the last part of the attack, Katsuya grasping thin air.
"Not yet," she rasps, and then, regardless of the fact that he just tried to bash her face in, she drives forward, looking to lock Katsuya up with a left-armed clinch...
... and if she manages that, she'll pound Katsuya's ribcage with her right fist, hammering it in repeatedly--not looking to hurt the soft meat, this time, but to break ribs and powder bones--before locking him up with both arms and twisting to throw *him* to the pavement.
Meanwhile, G and his gang are... well, recording the fight, because yay smartphones, and making just as many bets as everyone else.
COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Katsuya with Rib Crusher.
- Power hit! -
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Katsuya 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Senna
Katsuya attempts to slip his arm out of Senna's grasp, but he's not able to pull away before she can secure her grasp. With his arm locked in the clinch, he tries bringing his other arm around, but is foiled by that when the first blow slams into his chest and knocks the wind out of him. He doubles over as much as he can with his arm locked, trying to breathe and get his arm in position to stop the fist hammering into his ribs. He can feel bones creaking under the assault... but just as he finally manages to get his arm into position Senna switches tactics, letting her grab THAT limb too, and twist him around and send him crashing down.
The yakuza grunts as he hits the ground, rolling a bit to clear some space. He takes a few quick breaths, and the lack of immediate stabbing pain leads him to believe that he probably doesn't have any actually broken ribs, but it might have been a close thing. He also notices that his trip to the pavement brought him close to one of the piles of junk scattered about, and his gaze happens upon a length of pipe. He pulls himself to his feet, holding his chest with his left arm while scooping up the pipe with his right hand. "Well, maybe you aren't totally worthless." He grunts in pain, then lashes out with the pipe toward Senna's head. For now he's not pushing too hard on the attack, while he tries to catch his breath.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Senna with Light Random Weapon.
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Katsuya 0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1 Senna
Senna's breathing a little hard now, and is about to reply with some snide, sarcastic comment when *WHANG*
Piped.
Now she's bleeding, from a cut on the temple from the pipe, and she reaches up, deliberately slowly, to touch the smear of red. Lowering her hand, she looks at the stain of dark red... and smiles, nastily.
She advances on Katsuya, quickly, banking on the lingering pain from the ribs to aid her in beating this Yakuza ass down. She darts forward, arms up, and, like how Katsuya started the fight, she feints with her left--intending to instead bring her right hand down in a sharp, short smashing punch that'll, if it hits, hammer Katsuys right in the juncture of neck and shoulder. Kind of a vulcan neck pinch--or punch, really.sp
Senna's breathing a little hard now, and is about to reply with some snide, sarcastic comment when *WHANG*
Piped.
Now she's bleeding, from a cut on the temple from the pipe, and she reaches up, deliberately slowly, to touch the smear of red. Lowering her hand, she looks at the stain of dark red... and smiles, nastily.
She advances on Katsuya, quickly, banking on the lingering pain from the ribs to aid her in beating this Yakuza ass down. She darts forward, arms up, and, like how Katsuya started the fight, she feints with her left--intending to instead bring her right hand down in a sharp, short smashing punch that'll, if it hits, hammer Katsuys right in the juncture of neck and shoulder. Kind of a vulcan neck pinch--or punch, really.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya fails to interrupt Medium Punch from Senna with Mizushobai.
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Katsuya 0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1 Senna
It would be a mistake to think that Katsuya picked up that pipe out of desperation. One might think that, when an unarmed person picks up what's really a piece of trash and attempts to use it as a weapon. But in Katsuya's experience, just about anything close at hand can make a useful weapon, if you're willing to hit someone with it hard enough. And that's what he tries to do now, bringing the weighted end of the pipe swinging up toward Senna's jaw as she comes in toward him.
Unfortunately, the way she's pushing in closes her body to get in the way, deflecting the strike before he can really get enough momentum behind it for it to hurt. And with his arm occupied, he's not able to do much about the blow that hammers down onto his shoulder. One knee buckles, and the pipe falls from his hand to hit the pavement with a clang. The yakuza quickly takes two steps back, putting a hand to his shoulder and rolling the injured arm a few times. Well, it hurts, but it looks like he can still use it.
Senna's a bit of a bulldog--in looks and in attitude. When she's got an opponent down, she -doesn't- let up. Katsuya manages to get back to his feet before Senna can fully capitalize, but she's not too far behind. With a sharp, "_This_ is how you punch someone in the face, asshole!" she comes in for yet another attack--another feint? No, not this time.
This time she's gonna be very direct about it, coming in for a long right hook, leaning her body forward to get that extra range on it, aiming to plant that right hook right behind the Yakuza's jawbone. Because, you know--maximum pain.
Senna's gained some fans; one voice, loud and very 'urban', can be heard over the crowd babble. "OOOH, YOU GET 'IM, GIRL!!!" It brings a bit of a smirk to her face--a bit of the adulation she has always wanted, at least secretly.. just not enough to whore herself out for. Well, she's got a job to do. Time to get it done.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya dodges Senna's Hook Punch.
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Katsuya 0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1 Senna
Well, that's a perfect line to throw back in someone's face... but only if you can give yourself the opportunity to do it. Katsuya drops his arm back to his side as Senna closes in, watching her carefully. Her fist goes out and he goes back, shifting one foot back and leaning out of the way of her punch. He grins as he starts leaning back in toward her. "Yeah, sure showed me."
And by way of his own demonstration Katsuya stays in close and thrusts out with his own right arm. Rather than throwing another punch, though, he keeps his hand open. He attempts to drive the heel of his palm right into her nose. Not a blow that's likely to disable a trained fighter, but if it works it'll certainly be a distraction, and probably piss them off. And Katsuya's somewhat banking on the distraction part, because he's bringing his left arm around to drive a hook punch into Senna's side, just under the ribcage.
COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Katsuya's Fierce Punch.
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Katsuya 0/-------/---====|=======\=======\1 Senna
Now Senna's pissed. She does _NOT_ mock someone only to have them -dodge- her and mock her back. So she's definitely pissed off--but she's not distracted. She performs a darting little backstep, letting that hook punch whiff--titanically, perhaps, or if he can control it, not so titanically. But the moment he's got to recover from the miss on that punch, Senna lunges forward. Banking, perhaps, on just ending this fight. With a sharp yell, not quite a kiai but not something traditional boxers usually get into, she darts forward again...
...and she's already punching. Left hand, right hand, alternating jabs, straights and crosses, a withering onslaught of fists, a nearly ten-second barrage of them, intended to overwhelm Katsuya's position--ending with a final left jab to the chin, a moment's pause, and then Senna lunging forward into three looping, spinning hook punches, totally impractical except for the tight, economical motions, and after the third hook and spin, an uppercut--to pay back the uppercut he gave her at the start of the fight.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Senna's Gatling Knuckle.
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Katsuya 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Senna
Katsuya briefly considers his options, but once the flurry starts there's really not many options but to try and weather the storm. He brings both arms up into defensive positions, stepping slowly back under the assault as he blocks and deflects the incoming punches. And they keep on coming! He's wondering just how long her stamina's going to hold out, when she finally ends with an uppercut that would have rocked his jaw if he didn't pull his head back out of the way in time.
And then there's a momentary lull, while Senna is following through with her punch, and Katsuya's arms are sending signals that make him reluctant to use them again right at this moment. That only lasts for the blink of an eye, though. Katsuya starts lowering his arms, but he needs a moment before he feels confident throwing a punch. His legs are feeling just fine, though, and he has no problem with rearing back to snap out his right foot toward Senna's knee.
COMBATSYS: Senna Toughs Out Katsuya's Medium Kick!
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Katsuya 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Senna
Shit. Well, that might've been one of her best efforts, no lie, but it wasn't her -last- effort. But the short recovery does give time to Katsuya to try and disable Senna--and a kick to the knee, like that, might've worked on a number of other fighters. But Senna? She grunts as the foot impacts her knee--then reaches down and grabs it, immobilizing the Yakuza briefly, just long enough for her to end up closing the gap, letting her come in to try and abuse Katsuya's already-attacked chest with a lunging shoulder ram, followed by a quick one-two set of uppercuts to the chin, left-right.
Sure, it's not exactly what one might consider to be 'boxing', but, well... they're street fighters. Literally, right now. Senna's long since abandoned the rules of the Marquis of Queensbury. She just hasn't gone for any 'cheap' shots yet because she hasn't had to, but if targeting the 'soft' parts becomes necessary, you can be she will.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya endures Senna's Rapid Combo.
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Katsuya 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Senna
Katsuya gets both his feet planted and stands his ground as Senna crashes into him. He lets her land a few blows, banking on his own endurance to hang on longer than hers. Of course, he's not just standing there, letting her beat on him. No, he's throwing his own punches, driving his fist repeatedly into the side of her torso. He can't necessarily watch what he's doing, having his head snapped back by a few uppercuts, but that doesn't keep him from continuing.
And it seems he's throwing caution to the wind, as well. Because Katsuya just keeps going, trying to land punch after punch. He shoves forward with his legs, trying to topple Senna to the ground and continue punching her as they fall. At that point, though, he switches from the torso to the head, trying to repeatedly drive his fist into her face and bounce her head off the pavement.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blitzes into action and acts again!
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COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Katsuya's Combo Grapple.
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Katsuya 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Senna
COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Senna with Strong Punch.
Glancing Blow
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Katsuya 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Senna
Too close--Senna can't fully defend this. She tucks her arms in, weathering the blows, but that leaves her open for the trip takedown. She curls her head forward to protect her head from the concussive impact, but the slamming punches are still bruising her arms, even in defense. Seeing that last punch coming, she twists her head aside--not far enough, but the blow doesn't connect head-on, saving her from getting dazed and confused. Immediately she twists, thrashes, throwing Katsuya off her, pushing backwards and getting to her feet.
Time for a gamble, maybe, as she steps in, right hand cocked back, and takes another step before twisting, hurling her right hand forward in a twisting straight. Looks like she wants to snap off Katsuya's chin by hitting it with a chiseling, hammering straight punch, putting her whole body behind it.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya fails to interrupt Straight Punch from Senna with Shobadai.
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Katsuya 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Senna
Katsuya scrambles back into a fighting stance after Senna pushes him off, but she's back on her feet before he can capitalize on it. He starts moving in toward her, at the same time that she steps in toward him. He's just then starting to draw back his arm with some plan in mind, but Senna managed to take the initiative this time, and whatever it was that he had planned, he doesn't get a chance to make use of it. Her fist slams into him with a heavy impact, and no guard whatsoever thrown up in front of it. It manages to knock the yakuza off his feet and send him to crash down on his back. Even after all the punishment of this fight, though, he's still pretty quick to pull himself back to his feet.
Senna bares her teeth. It isn't a pleasant smile, but, she does appreciate an opponent who isn't just a wet paper towel. But she's smelling blood now, literally and figuratively, driving forward still. She ain't stoppin' til Katsuya's a bloody rag on the street. Time for another nonstandard, nonboxing manuever... or at least, not one that's approved of in the squared circle.
Quite simply, she keeps on coming and slams her head forward, using the bony part of her forehead to try and just, well, knock Katsuya out with a sledgehammer. The hammer, in this case, is her head. Bloodied, exhausted, she's definitely in her element, and those of the Mad Gears that had thought to challenge -either- of these two have looks on their faces that clearly say they were glad they didn't.
COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Katsuya with Headbutt.
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Katsuya attempts to step back out of the way, usually a pretty good way to avoid a headbutt. Of course, that assumes that your opponent isn't quite capable of using their head as a battering ram. Senna's head smashes into Katsuya's face, sending him staggering back with blood streaming from his nose, though it seems he managed to at least avoid having it actually broken. Shaking his head, the yakuza steps back toward Senna. He doesn't have the same feral grin, but he does have a smirk on his face. Yeah, he's in pretty bad shape... but he can tell she is, too.
Katsuya lashes out suddenly, but rather than striking, he attempts to grab Senna by one arm, then twist around behind her to lock the limb, and put some serious strain on the shoulder joint. At the same time, he makes use of his free hand to hammer her kidneys, trying to drive out whatever remaining stamina is keeping the other fighter on her feet.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Senna with Hamonjo.
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Katsuya 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Senna
And in a single instant, Senna is manhandled--spun around, kidney-punched, thrown to her hands and knees. She spits up some blood--but she isn't quite done yet. With a growl, she takes all of a second to gather her remaining, quickly fading strength, and pushes back to her feet with a rising right uppercut. A close observer would see her knees buckling, but her hands are steady--and moving.
Left hook for Katsuya's chin, right hook to snap the head back, left uppercut to lift the chin... and, finally, a right-hand smash, Senna twisting to her left to bring even more force down into Katsuya's face. As a consequence, she falls back to her knees after the sequence, but, knowing how bad it would be actually pass out here, doesn't let herself go -that- far.
After all, all the downtrodden love counting coup against the strong.
COMBATSYS: Senna can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Senna's Anvil Breaker.
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Katsuya manages to fend off most of Senna's blows, but the final smash manages to blow past his defenses, slamming into his face. The world goes white for a moment as he goes falling backwards. When he can see again, he finds himself sprawled out on his back on the ground. He starts to sit up, falls back down, then tries to sit up again. He doesn't quite make it, but he does manage to prop himself up on one arm. The world is still spinning a bit and kind of blurry... he's going to need a while before he can actually get back to his feet.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya can no longer fight.
Hnnngh. Slowly Senna pushes to her feet. Bloodied, battered, she casts a dark look around her, as if to ensure that no one around is thinking of taking advantage... and then she starts to move off. She refuses to cradle her injuries, but that stressed shoulder, that arm is a little limp, and the woman boxer's lips are pressed tight. She'll review that match for a long time. All she knows now is, she probably lost that money. She'll have to do something to get more. Probably, she reflects, she'll have to go back to the fight circuits for a bit, beat the hell out of some jerks. After she heals. That bastard hit hard.
Eventually, Katsuya manages to get to a sitting position, then pull himself to his feet. He stretches, winces, then walks over to G with an intent look in his eyes. The gang member looks a little skeptical at first, but after some brief thought, and a look at the slowly growing frown on Katsuya's face, the gang member decides to hand over the yakuza's winnings. He flips through the bills, nods to himself, then sticks them in his pocket. A few of the observers briefly consider the chances of being able to take some cash from the battered gangster, but then decide against it, and he manages to stroll off, unaccosted. To go have some painkillers and booze, probably.
Log created on 16:28:34 05/04/2013 by Katsuya, and last modified on 19:07:56 05/06/2013.