Description: When Sada disrupts Mint's ability to watch a League of Legends livestream, their battle comes to a shocking head early. There are personal revelations (which Sada does not notice) and vicious hallway fighting. Nobody learns anything! Winner: Probably Ultratech, to be honest.

Minal "Mint" Panesh has not had the best year. Sure, she'd managed to come up with a creative solution to having seven less fingers than most of her Marine compatriots, but then... she'd managed to get herself abducted while investigating a thinly-veiled Shadaloo garrison. And, yes, the torture -- intense hallucinations, mental invasion, and when that got to be too much, just straight-up physical torture.

But she'd found a way out of that, somehow. All thanks to her prized KNUCKS system -- the gargantuan metal gauntlets attached to her left and right arms. The very same gauntlets that are currently tethered to the Ultratech network access node just outside her bunk room. A dark blue CAT-6 cable trails from the network node into her personal room -- unassuming enough to escape casual notice, but anyone listening would be able to pick out a deep male voice reciting a few of the more notable landmarks Mint is stumbling across while obtaining access beyond her participant status.

That, and Mint seems to be giggling, not unlike a mad scientist, from behind her locked door.

Sada Asai has gotten the opportunity to go for a ride on a flying aircraft. Hooray!!

She has not been happy about it.

What did make Sada happy is when she discovered that she had access to a data terminal near her own bunk room. She found it in the closet where they keep the wifi routers (which is how she found the place - she kept getting weird signals on her phone, and it led her to an unmarked crawlspace, and now here we are!) and is eagerly tapping away on the green-on-black screen within.

Sada, like Sailor Moon, isn't good with computers.

Sada has mostly figured out how to login as "admin" password "correcthorsebatterystaple." This is actually mostly a housekeeping account but it is still revealing to her such facts as... ...numbers and letters...

Shifting in the network crawlspace, Sada dislodges a cable. "Fucking," she mutters to herself. Sada is also trying not to sweat, for obvious reasons.


"Ahaha, now -this- is the stuff! I can see all the fights from here..."

// ... FIGHT COMPETITORS: ASAI, SADA; PANESH, MIN- ()@#*)(@*! _)(~_@(_(@*

Connection terminated by host.

"Gnngh! The connection's..." Mint looks down to her cable, and finds that it's still connected to her gauntlets. Which is kind of incriminating, she realizes, as she opens the door to her room. She unplugs it and lets the cable hang as she steps into the hall.

And then she sees the cable writhing about as it snakes into the wifi closet. If it were an Ultratech serviceman, the closet would just be freaking -open-.

It's probably hard for a 4'9" woman to be all that imposing, but that's why Mint has GIANT FREAKING GAUNTLETS. She marches up with all intent to bust the door open... but instead just raps her knuckles onto the door. Heavily. "Hey, are you even authorized to be in there? This is supposed to be quiet hours!"

Yeah, the diminutive Indian-American looks a little ticked off!

COMBATSYS: Mint has started a fight here.

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Mint             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Sada has joined the fight here.

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Sada             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Mint



Sada just did that kick. That was a Sada kick. She slides herself forwards, baring her teeth and looking like she's about to rip someone's throat out with her fingernails. "Who th-"

She pauses, momentarily and completely shocked at the sight of Mint. Or her gauntlets. Or the fact that she has nearly five inches of height on Mint. Sada rises to her feet, which is about all she can manage. She's still in her schoolgirls' uniform (students should dress like students) but is, in this moment, wide open. Also, probably entirely recognizable.

"Are you standing up all the way...?"

BOOT. Mint gets a facefull of door, and her forehead and nose are glowing a bright red from the impact as she staggers backwards.

But when the pint-sized pugilist regains her footing, she looks up to see the very same face she'd seen the moment her connection was cut: Sada's face. Wearing an expression not unlike the expression she's being given right now -- sheer and utter condescension.

The North Jersey native's forehead furrows at the direct insult to her height, and she fires back, "Yeah. Is that your real face?"

For a moment, it looks like that might be all the fire that she's got. But then Mint remembers that Sada is the reason she lost access.

And that she's the next fight =anyway=. "Just FYI, we're up next. So... surprise! It's fight-fight time!!"

Without any real warning, Mint decides to get a jump on her opponent, taking full advantage of her initiative -- aiming to gain time for a sucker punch before Sada can react -too- fully. "BAM!"

COMBATSYS: Sada dodges Mint's Straight Punch.

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Sada             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Mint

Sada blinks repeatedly at Mint when she gets challenged in such a forward way. She's completely off balance. "It's what --" And then Mint throws her fist forwards!

Unfortunately for Mint, even the war-pits and thunderdomes of northern Jersey are nothing compared to the monstrous cunning bred in the thousand subtle wars of a girls' high school. Sada throws herself to the side, fast enough that she actually hits the ground with a loud CLANK and another muttered curse, with her immediate reaction after that being --

To kick at Mint's ankle, repeatedly. Ha ha! Take that, shorty! "I'm supposed to fight you??"

COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Mint with Light Kick.

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Sada             0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0             Mint

Mint tries to leap out of the way, but her gauntlets mean that she's a lot less nimble than someone her size -ought- to be. Her legs are knocked out from under her, causing her to fall onto her keister...

But as she catches herself with one gauntlet, she shoves herself back to her feet! One overcommitted haymaker later, she's grinning as if nothing happened -- to say nothing of the angry bruise that's already forming upon her ankle.

That is to say, there's a strongarm overhead punch slamming down onto Sada's shoulder. And Mint is chirping, "Yep, that's me! Mint!"

Sometimes the best way to move on from a tragic circumstance is to act like it never happened, right?

COMBATSYS: Sada blocks Mint's Hook Punch.

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Sada             0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0             Mint

Something like that. Sada raises her right arm up to block that incoming punch and realizes just as Mint's huge metal fist makes contact with her own personal forelimb that this was an awful idea. She is forced back down the hallway; she staggers, looking shocked, and also infuriated of course.

She is sweating now, a little. "You're... But... What??" She wipes her forehead with one hand, taking in a breath.

And then Sada grins back to Mint. It might seem happy, friendly, if her eyes weren't dead and sharklike. "Oh well, doesn't matter. I'll get back to what I was doing, once I -" She whips her hand forwards. "Finish this..."

That's kinda gross, to flick your sweat onto someone. Of course, on contact, Mint would find the acidically fizzing complication to fighting Sada. "Do you know how I fight, 'Mint'?"

COMBATSYS: Mint blocks Sada's Glow Bomber.

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Sada             0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0             Mint

Mint does not, in fact, know how Sada fights. She was just about to read the dossier, when the connection was cruelly cut. So... the idea of Sada attacking with her own bodily fluids is... gross?

Mint hops back and forth from one leg to the other as she recovers from her attack, raising her oversized gauntlet to ward off the... sweat. "Speaking in incomplete sentences doesn't speak well of your fancy-schmancy school. And if they teach you to sling -sweat- at people, it's even worse!"

That's when her gauntlet starts flashing red, and she can hear a slight sizzling sound. "...... /oh/." The dots, they are connected.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to K.O. ya!" Here we go!" Mint doesn't bother with any more formalities -- metal's a-corrodin', and time's a-wastin'! The boxer launches forward with an unconventional attack -- a knee to the stomach! But she's also aiming to grapple onto Sada's shoulder with her left hand, and slam three repeated blows with her right gauntlet! Wham! Wham! Wham!

COMBATSYS: Mint successfully hits Sada with Lock and Load.

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Sada             0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0             Mint

Sada's eyes narrow harshly as Mint talks smack about her school. Of course, then she's abruptly punched forwards into. A knee punches and a fist kicks! Her head jerks back and at the third blow she goes flying backwards, further down that hall, landing and bouncing like so much dirty laundry!

She skids to a halt.

Sada pushes herself up to her elbows. "If you insist upon criticising the grammar of others... I will criticize yours." She jabs a finger forwards. "You are speaking in a very slangy and casual way!"

With this, Sada pushes herself back to her feet. Ugh, she thinks. How am I supposed to deal with those fists? She thinks, even as she kind of already seems to have decided by bursting into a run forwards and leaping ahead, aiming to do some sort of unholy combination of a drop-kick and an effort to wrap her calves around Mint's throat and, presumably, throttle her in her non-punchfisty zones while hitting the ground on the far end!

This may be a bad idea.

COMBATSYS: Mint fails to interrupt Sadaplata from Sada with Attack of Opportunity.

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Sada             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Mint

COMBATSYS: Mint blitzes into action and acts again!

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Sada             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Mint

As Mint hops back away from her opponent, she flicks an eye over towards the hallway camera. -Everything- in public areas is monitored aboard these little VTOL ships -- because, really, do you WANT your contestants downing these things without being able to document it for insurance purposes?!

And of course, Sada is doing Mint the favor of explaining what she's about to say before she says it, so that Mint has plenty of time to prepare a rejoinder. As soon as Sada says 'slangy', Mint shakes her head. "No, your stuttering was grammatically correct! Just /stupid/." Mint bares her teeth for a wide grin, clearly getting the intended effect from her trash talking, as the sound of a small turbine can be heard winding up.

And then Sada tries something that doesn't involve sweat at -all- -- which is to say, she's drop kicking and wrapping her calves around Mint's neck. The overburdened pugilist doesn't have much in the way of an evasion effort in mind for that -- rather, she'd planned to hit the highschool student head on. Until she got... well. "HRRRK?!" she elocutes, as she's dragged off her feet, one shoulder slammed into the ground.

That's when the boosters kick in. And that's when Mint rocks her palms towards Sada -- meaning that the thrust from her gauntlet-mounted booster rockets threatens to send both Mint and Sada hurtling into the far bulkhead.

This is gonna be a bumpy ride!

COMBATSYS: Sada interrupts Violent Clinching from Mint with Beat the Cheek.

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Sada             0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1             Mint

Sada lands on the ground and Mint raises the roof, which is also a thing featuring rockets. The hot chemical exhaust blasts outwards, leading Sada to let go. That's good! Except that as she detaches, her superior size and aerodynamics leads her to slide forwards relative to Mint - somehow, perhaps due to ancient Japanese demonic rites.

She locks eyes with Mint.

And before they can hit that bulkhead...

Her hand is still stingingly wet with her horrible acidic sweat. But the real force is behind the blow. And the real shame, of course, is in the strike.

Also that it means Sada rolls on the ground while Mint is propelled into an unpredictable trajectory. "Now who is stupid!" Sada calls, after she skids to a halt.

Mint is a veritable rocket at this point, careening out of control. Sure, she can tell to -some- degree that Sada's able to make the best of her tenuous hold, but as for being able to recover... not so much.

She's slapped into a bulkhead. And skips off it, like a perfectly-lobbed stone across a pond. Once, twice, three times a rebounding lady sails off, before finally colliding with the floor in a most ungraceful heap.

Groaning with effort, Mint pushes herself away, slowly separating herself from the floor. "... A little bit of -luck- doesn't change the facts here!" Mint smirks faintly as she extends the knuckles of her left gauntlet... even as her skin is showing a -bit- of irritation from the impact. And, um, shame.

As Mint takes a tenative step forward, there's the sound of something brittle snapping. Not bone, thankfully, but something else. "... Crap." She shakes her head, dismissively, before propelling herself in one forward strike, aiming a low punch straight for the stomach, to make use of the last of her booster charge. With a torrent of smoke churning up behind her, she rockets forward with a cry of "HRAAAA!"

COMBATSYS: Sada blocks Mint's Body Blow.

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Sada             1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1             Mint

"Luck? It's not luck," Sada says as she pushes herself upright, leaping to her feet. She tosses her hair, which remains in pretty good shape, because she brushes it a hundred times every morning and every night and also has a stylist.


The rocket charge hits Sada in the stomach. Her response is best summarized as "Blarrrfh!!" Though she does not, thankfully, 'blarf' all over Mint - that would probably be pretty horrifying if it's as bad as her sweat.

What she does do, though, is cry.

Well it's probably crying. It's something splattering down at Mint's back even as she, probably, rebounds. Sada's got something in her eye - blood! It's actually running down the curve of her cheek.

When it leaves contact with her body it catches fire. Whoopsie!!

COMBATSYS: Mint endures Sada's Haemolacria.
~ Cruel hit! ~

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Sada             0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1             Mint

Mint frowns as her punch is once again met with an iron defense. Well, iron, insomuch as holding back a blarf can be an iron defense. The point is, though, that... well... Crying? There's no crying in the Marines! Well, there might be, but if it is, it's kept on the down-low. Minal just shakes her head. "Oh, c'mon, you gotta..."

That's when FIRE enters the equation, and Mint has a flashback to a rather painful moment. One she's had to relive several dozen times before.

She screws her eyes shut, and powers through it. "Not real, not real, NOT REAL"

Even as she's engulfed in flames, her olive drab shirt catching fire, the dark-skinned Marine rushes forward, aiming to plow her forehead right into the source of the flames -- and presumably, Sada's own forehead. Mint's been through combat training before, she's not even likely to feel the headbutt hurt at all; especially if it makes the PTSD episode go away.

COMBATSYS: Mint successfully hits Sada with Headbutt.

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Sada             0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1             Mint

With the mighty power of two and four-fifths of a terminal lance corporal, Mint erupts forwards and slams her head into Sada's. Sada is dismayed.

There is a huge sound, like two coconuts slapping into each other at high speed. That's perhaps not the worst analogy. Sada herself staggers backwards, hitting a bulkhead and staggering further yet. Her chest heaves and falls.

She growls in the back of her throat.

And after this, propping herself on that bulkhead, she smashes her leg upwards in what is probably an effort at a brutal superkick at the midsection of Mint! Can America protect her from this!? Can anything!? Well, it's not that brutal of a superkick but it is pretty fast, at least. "As I was... say ing...!!"

COMBATSYS: Mint interrupts Light Kick from Sada with SNAFU.

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Sada             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Mint

COMBATSYS: Mint has reached second wind!

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Sada             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Mint

Minal staggers backwards, the sudden shock to her cranium being enough to break her out of her PTSD moment. "Urrghaa...." she moans, clutching one oversized mitt to her head. She stares dumbly back at the panting and growling Sada, remembers the burning sensation on her arms and shoulders, and snaps back to reality. "Ugh... right..." she notes, before chirping in her usual cheer: "Okay, now you're going down!"

But that's when Sada takes the advantage of vaulting from the bulkhead to drive a kick right into Mint's midsection. The Marine shakes her head with a determined grin. "Hah!" And just when the kick goes out, the pint-sized pugilist jukes sideways, snagging onto Sada's extended leg with her gauntlet and pinching it tightly against her midsection, turning the Seijyun student's attack into a liability!

Screwing one eye shut from the pain, Mint -acts- like it doesn't hurt -- though in all actuality, the blackness of unconsciousness is already creeping into her vision.

But that doesn't stop her from charging forward, ploughing Sada against the bulkhead again with her trapped leg keeping her from making an untimely escape.

She hammers repeated punches to the abdomen and sternum: each punch wouldn't hurt as much considering the short range, but she makes up for quality with quantity -- a good half-dozen punches is but a starting point!

Mercifully, she pulls back after a good barrage, tossing Sada a fair bit away. "Okay..." she says, wiping sweat off her brow with her inner elbow. "What was were you tryin' to tell me, now?"

Getting pummeled like this is no way to run a railroad. Sada's immediate answer to Mint whaling on her midsection is a brutal "Barf!"

Just the sound, burped out, not the actual stuff. That's probably good. She crumples down afterwards, breathing heavily. She doesn't answer Mint right away, for obvious reasons. She then gets herself up against a wall, scraping against it as she answers:

"I don't... even remember. Congratulations... on bringing weapons to a martial arts contest...!! Is this your 'pride'??" Well, that probably made more sense in her head.

"When you decided... to come and attack me," Sada says, revisionist history already in full swing and travelling at sixty-five deci-nankings per second, "I was investigating... this tournament!! I don't know if you've ever been in a fighting tournament before, but I'm a veteran of the circuit. This one's... weird. It's even bigger than that one with the weird Island God... look at this airship we're in!"

Sada spreads her hands. "Look at this entire situation... But I'm sick of getting put up against vulgar, insulting foreigners. If you're going to talk like that, I'm going to talk to you when you're on the ground!" And with that, Sada runs forwards.

It's fast. She ducks low; she actually dives to roll and try and get behind Mint. From here, with a snarl she rises, aiming to get her fingers in those inch-long locks of luscious love and patriotism, so that she can slam her knees up into the small of Mint's back - and perhaps roll back, forcing her into a stress position rating at least a full cheney on the Submission Scale!

COMBATSYS: Mint blocks Sada's Hair Pull Backbreaker.

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Sada             0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1             Mint

Mint listens carefully to Sada, which is to say, she bobs lightly from one foot to the other. It's a known boxer stance, but it's also good for working the numb sensations out of her extremities -- things that tend to happen when when one narrowly avoids getting knocked out! But... when Sada mentions bringing weapons to a fight, Mint's smile just grooows. She's heard that one before, and... well, in a moment she'll have something to say.

5tBut first, she's about to get her hair pulled. The hyperactive Mint is moving a bit too fast for Sada to get solid purchase on her hair, but the Seijyun student is able to keep hold for a few seconds -- enough to flag Mint's enthusiasm just that little bit more.

When she breaks the hold, hopping to a fair distance away, Mint rubs a gauntlet across her hair. "Tell ya what, you cut off seven fingers and I'll shelve the KNUCKS for the rematch?" She doesn't address the research -- there -are- cameras taking note of everything they say, -after all-.

Rather, she leaps forward with an attempt to spring =over= Sada, land on her shoulders, and springboard off of her, hopefully sending the highschooler tumbling out of control. "But anyway... there'll be plenty of time to chat when you're in traction, right?"

COMBATSYS: Mint can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Mint successfully hits Sada with Absent Without Leave.

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Sada blinks. "You want me to cut off your fingers?" she replies, baffled, even as she recoups from that attempted hold. And then Mint's leaping forwards with great zest and... acceptable, or at least successful, form. (If the attack should fail, none dare call it treason.)

Sada doesn't quite know what traction is, but she does know what to do when she doesn't want to get bust open by a leap on her shoulders. The springboarding makes Sada lean backwards, giving up ground and falling for the... nineth? that sounds right, the nineth time even as Mint leaps forwrds.

Perhaps she didn't expect that.

"Gah!!!" Sada cries out. Perhaps she dislocated a hip or something, or just ran out of falling luck. The ground sizzles faintly, where she sweats or bleeds onto it.

COMBATSYS: Sada takes no action.

COMBATSYS: Sada can no longer fight.

At this point... Mint's not really capable of fending off unconsciousness for too much longer. Fighting against Sada's chemical warfare takes a bit more out of the Marine than she's used to dealing with -- sapped beyond belief, her stance is unsteady when she leaps off of the schoolgirl, and even more unsteady when she lands against a wall. If she were fully aware, it'd be a cool pose with her crouching on a wall -- as it is, she just makes a dull thud, and then collapses to the ground, unable to counteract the weight of her enormous knuckles.

The turbines grind to a halt, as she looks up to Sada, squinting through blurred vision. "... Lost my fingers in Afghanistan. Doubt they're much use to me now anyway, heh heh..."

And then Mr. Sandman is practically tapping his foot waiting for Mint to pass out.

Someone caught that all on video... right?

Log created on 19:56:30 08/24/2015 by Sada, and last modified on 20:01:33 09/01/2015.