SNF 2016.08 - SNF: Let Me Take A Selfie

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Description: It's girls' night out at the nightclub. $2 shots, and oh my god did you see what that Hitomi was wearing? How did she even get in here, she's so short. And what is Jira doing? That's totally ratchet. She's probably bought all her Fightagram followers. Munin and Cassie will team up to start enforcing standards against the underdogs, Hitomi and Jira, in a fight right down on the dance floor. Don't forget to update your Friendship feed! <Winner: Cassie/Munin>

Well, it isn't a thursday, but Jira's finding herself ... clubbing. It wasn't her idea, she saves her 'fun' adventures for thursday. No, this is all Hitomi's fault, for convincing her to put on something fancy to wear.. that she doesn't actually remember being in her closet. One usually remembers having a shiny red dress that's probably a size too small.. maybe. The only other option was an equally enigmatic other piece of formalwear, which is all of what she has for 'decent outside wear' excepting the suit that SNF had given to her for that one fight against Mika.
Red dress, this is what she met Hitomi in that night, and definately not her usual attire either. Entering the Duck Pond was definately an experience, she hasn't been to a proper club for a long while.. and 200 yen a shot was not a bad offer either- but four was the limit for Jira alas, before a certain intervening force denied her any further access to drink and she deferred to trying to grab attention whilst having the least span of such herself. A right mess this one, when discount sake is on the table!

Hitomi, always close to Jira seems in the best of moods. Really trying to encourage people to have fun and chatting to people, trying to hear and be heard over the club music which clearly isn't her scene. A white blouse with a collar and the top four buttons undone, a denim corset with suspenders and thigh height stockings she can't help but stand out. Belts, straps aplenty as well as fingerless gloves. Excepting when standing near Jira people stop paying so much attention.

Hitomi is furiously busy with countless strange offers to dance or leave with people she's never met before. And the match hasn't even really got started yet, its tiring work even just being here. The whole time she's been drinking water or juice and her stomach still queasy, the butterflies refusing to settle before she has yet another televised match. It would be fine! She wasn't as inexperienced as she was her last SNF match... against her now good friend, Daniel Little.

Moh! The sooner they emptied out the dance floor a little so the match could begin. The better it'd be. Jira and Hitomi both needed to celebrate and blow off some steam.

When you go to the club, you've got to make sure you look good or else there's no real point in going. Of course, when you're going somewhere for a fight, you want to make sure you're dressed for ease of movement rather than focusing in on style. It's a good thing that Cassie Cage comes from a family where style and action go hand in hand, so that she doesn't look stupid on a world wide Pay Per View.

The younger Cage has arrived on the scene with her short, undercut blonde hair brushed forward to hang over her forehead with a pair of white-framed sports shades (that probably don't cost $500) wrapping over her eyes. It's not totally gym appropriate, because she's at least thrown on a bit of natural-look makeup under all that. For her clothes, rather than wasting time with club-wear, she's put on a short-sleeved white hoodie with blue stripes running down the shoulders, left unzipped to show off a blue sports bra and a set of abs that prove the clothes aren't just for show. Black spandex shorts cling to her lower half, with "CASSIE" written along the outside of both thighs in big white letters (more practical than a chest tattoo) and underlined with a white stripe. Blue and white trainers cap off her feet while black fight gloves with blue pads cover her hands.

That would look normal enough for a day at the gym if it weren't for the black shoulder straps running back to a pair of holstered pistols on her back.

Cassie makes her way up the stairs, popping the earbuds out of her ears as the club noise starts to take over, and she cruises her way through the crowd over toward the opposing team. With absolutely no warning, Cage wraps her arms around the other two's shoulders, thrusting her face in between them as she brings her phone around in front and letting out a sharp, "Selfie time!" The camera doesn't flash immediately, instead pausing as she turns to whisper to Hitomi, "Don't worry, I'll go neck up so they won't know you let someone dress you up like a toddler unless they buy the whole event." With that said, she turns back to the phone, pursing her lips as she takes the shot.

Attention seeking, dance accepting, impeded speech, Jira's 4 drinks show that she oft doesn't imbibe and with perhaps good reason. Flitting from person to the next, it's only when she returns to Hitomi to offer -her- a dance that someone hooks herself in and peeks in for a picture... She's utterly confused by this, nor do the comments the younger Cage makes about Hitomi's clothes register meaningfully. "Oh, you're here for Bara-kun's fight. I'll let him know it's time to do things, okay?" she says, shots fired, immortalizing Jira's not-sober expression and lack of attention to phone. "Just one more drink first, ne? I can't get rounds this cheap near home." the young kasagi requests.. but she's probably not going to, thanks to aforementioned Akabara's influence having denied her already from going past 4.

As Jira starts to babble, buoyed across a sea of $2 shots and a completel failure to read her own bodily limits, Cassie takes a quick step back with a clear not of concern on her face. "So, you do know that when they put up the announcements about these sort of things, most of it's just there to try to sell the ticket. Even when Jackie Chan was filming drunken master, he didn't actually drink that much, it was just acting."

Then Cage looks down to her phone and the picture with a clear frown on her face. "I had been hoping to make this a pre-match shot to put up before hand so the first thing my followers would see wouldn't be your face after a beating, but I don't think I could do much to make you look like more a mess right now."

Jira shakes her head a few times, tossing her tritails back and forth. "I was just tagging along for fun. Bara-kun does most of the fights you know." she murmurs with pouty lips. A little wibble of her balance shifting to the side, a slight stagger to catch herself. "I don't think I could fight like this anyway. I'll just let you two deal with the show." clasping hands before herself and bowing apologetically. The motion leads to a moment of stillness from Jira, followed immediately by her form seeming thicker, muscles expanding and rippling down her arms and legs, a faint crackling of white energy in the air. She straightens up with a slow inhale, tapping boots on floor and adjusting them. The pink hue to her eyes gone, replaced by white irises, glowing more brightly than her sclera.
Her voice changes too, a more masculine analogue rumbles in baritone unison alongside her own, "We're here to fight, not talk about her lapse of judgement. When you're ready, I am able to move enough despite her intolerance." she stands upright, arms down, almost relaxed even while she waits for response.

COMBATSYS: Jira has started a fight here on the right meter side.

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"Ah shit, I came here for a fight, not this Exorcist shit," Cassie shouts back while watching Jira undergo the metamorphosis from drunk bar skank to over-dubbed horror skank. "Is this a prank for that time I told Johnny his part in Scary Movie 7 was awful?"

Apparently ready to deal with whatever this is, Cassie reaches back and pulls out one of her pistols, hitting the release and checking the magazine to reveal a line-up of bright green non-lethal rounds where one would normally expect the distinct shine of the FMJ before reloading the pistol and chambering the first round before checking her other weapon as well. As she does that, Cage can be heard saying, "Great, they tell me in a club themed shoot and instead I run into Damien and Chucky. Should have known something was wrong when one of them was wearing overalls."

With her guns primed and holstered, Cassie pulls into a fighting stance, her left hand low in front of her with her right hand drawn up in line with her shoulder.

COMBATSYS: Cassie has joined the fight here.

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Cassie           0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Jira

Since Cassie seems content to belittle Jira and Hitomi, Akabara takes the first action and get things going. Jira's right hand starts glowing, a flickering luminescence that grows further into a spherical shape, not too disparate from a tennisball in size. She reels back, drawing her right arm back behind, and takes a step forward while hurling that ball straight for Cassie. In the air its shape elongates, shedding flickering light behind it while Jira starts to advance in behind it and close distance.
"I cannot attest for state of dress, but don't fault me for letting Jira enjoy the night before it was time to fight. Make this fun." the dual voice murmurs as distance closes between breach and Cassie. Jira's movements don't seem very drunken at the moment in her straight charge.

COMBATSYS: Cassie blocks Jira's Orchid Breach.

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Cassie           0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             Jira

"Oh, fuck that."

Hearing a weird double voice from someone who's suddenly acting like a completely new person is not on Cassie's list of favorite possibilities, having that involve the woman responsible for it launch a glowing ball of energy at her before charging in after it is even less desirable. Immediately, Cage reaches back for her pistols, whipping them out in a smooth motion as she steadies herself and kicks back along the floor while twisting to put her left arm out in front of her to absorb the impact.

Now that just leaves the whole problem with the charging, possessed girl. Using all the training that the Special Forces drills into you, Cage takes a deep breath as she lines up bothe guns on the target and then unloads three shots in a quick back and forth, sending the bright green non-lethals barreling down on the active threat.

COMBATSYS: Jira reflects Blood Splat from Cassie with Pity.

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Cassie           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0             Jira

A benefit of barrelling down against a target with a shot already in the air, is that actions need to be compounded for effectiveness. Jira's response to the three shots was timed wonderfully to Cassie's drawing of her firearm, a swirling mass of white energy in her left palm that intercepts the three greenheads and thwips them back towards Cassie while bringing Jira's form herself into more personal range. "Firearms. I hadn't considered using those for the past couple years. Maybe I should direct Jira to a range sometime." the dual voice murmurs mostly to itself in consideration. Badly dubbed horror indeed, if bullets don't even work! The whirling mass of energy that flings the bullets away flickers away and dissipates as the movement to catch them ends. "A good choice in style, you have my attention."

COMBATSYS: Cassie just-defends Jira's Reflected Blood Splat!

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Cassie           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0             Jira

And then the bullets come flying right back at her. In the instant, Cassie is already in the process of sliding her guns back into their holsters, so it's only with a great surge of speed that she's even able to react to the retalliation, whipping her hands up in the path ahead of her and curling her fingers into tight fists to maximize as much forward view of the non-lethal rounds as she can manage. With a flurry of motion, she catches them on the angled blue pads of her gloves, managing to twist her wrists enough that two of the round go flying up to hit the ceiling as they deflect, but the third flies straight on a course for one of the overhead lights and sends a rain of shattered glass onto a thankfully empty portion of the dance floor.

"Okay, I guess having to watch only that old Wonder Woman show because Johnny had a crush on Linda Carter paid off. Time for a change in tactics."

With Jira coming in close, Cassie suddenly drops back, catching the dance floor with a palm as she kicks upward, her whole body suddenly shrouded in a layer of green energy as a single push sends the young Cage rocketing upward with a trainer aimed for the underside of Jira's jawline.

COMBATSYS: Cassie successfully hits Jira with Assault Phase.

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Cassie           0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0             Jira

Jira was going to make a shift in stance. But that haze of green catches her offguard, the impact sending her back a step while that haze washes over her form. A few spasms rattle her upper half, before a flex of brawn and a flicker of white chases it off. "That wasn't something I expected." there's no explanation or followup other than her right leg radiating white light and being swung around in roundhouse to catch Cassie, leaning in close to add in a tight, grappling grasp of shoulder and a second sweep of her right leg in the opposite direction to send her back to the ground. "Maybe it would have just been better to let Jira fight instead." the dual voice comments to itself, keeping close to their target in either case. "What do you think would be more entertaining?" the target of this inquiry isn't really too specified by posture, tone, or even eye contact.

COMBATSYS: Cassie fails to interrupt Charged Combo from Jira with Nut Kracker.

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Cassie           0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0             Jira

"What wasn't expected was that I was supposed to be fighting a woman and then her voice suddenly drops, so let's see why that is by process of elimination," retorts Cassie as she catches sight of Jira's leg moving as if it was going in for a high kick. There's one option in the Cage arsenal that's always worked wonders against that, and Cassie drops to her knees in front of of the strange woman, hooking her fingers together and getting ready to launch the low blow.

Only, the timing doesn't come off as intended, and Cassie finds herself rocked in the side of the head thanks to her lowered position, which is enough to knock her silly before she's locked down and then put to the ground.

The new strategy clearly needs more work.

Jira, after the surprised response of Cassie's state of poor response, fluidly shifts into more fancy footworking. A quick spin that poises her left leg up high in the air, and dropping her heel down to hit at Cassie's eyes, even lifting somewhat off her right leg to add more weight to the drop. "You haven't researched your opponent's fighting history too well." the dual voice responds to Cassie's lack of expectations. "Of course we've been off the circuit for a while to tend to personal things. Keep the surprises coming, this is getting fun." an amused chime from them both. About halfway down the distance between start and Cassie, Jira's left leg becomes engulfed in sparkling white light yet again, and if the prior clean hit wasn't enough to sample, the feeling that emanates from its direct contact is painful, treacherously so. A low, deep sensation of injury, even if inspection would reveal no physical analogue, than getting kicked in the head wouldn't.

COMBATSYS: Cassie instinctively blocks Jira's Iris Kick.

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Cassie           0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0             Jira

"You already tried that, don't keep going for the same old thing," Cassie shouts as she whips her left hand up, clicking the button on an extendable baton as she does to send it locking out into deployed position. Without even looking, the heavy plastic tool interposes itself between the stylish soldier and the attack, keeping that energy from even getting close to her again.

"So, is you not shutting up because you don't know how or because you have a trick voice box you use to try to freak people out? Let's be honest, I probably don't know how to help you if it's the first one."

With only a small amount of hestitation to reset the position of her baton after it's defensive success, Cassie lunges forward with a rushing elbow strike aimed for Jira's nose, rapidly following it up by swing the baton in from the side to catch the side of the other woman's head, then whipping the weapon back the other way to even the whole thing out.

At least if it hits, Jira won't have to worry about unbalanced bruising.

COMBATSYS: Cassie successfully hits Jira with Ugly Stick.

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Cassie           0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1             Jira

As Cassie and Jira engage one another in fisticuffs, seeing as it is a club, naturally a crowd gathers around them, cheering them on mostly heedless of who is who.

It's action, and they like to see it up close and in person!

However, a figure seems to move through the throng almost without them being aware of her. Finding a nice angle from which to watch, Munin observes the encounter with great interest. If things get out of hand, well.... then she can step in.

It's a great opportunity to see how Cassie and Jira fight, after all! Always useful knowledge.

Jira probably needs to keep further away from people using batons and tonfa, the only things that've given her real problems from weapon users. There isn't any guarantee to Akabara that they could handle another hit. "A trick larynx? I haven't found anyone with one of those yet." is the response as thwapcrak and she's staggering back again. Okay, she's still standing, but there is nothing that says she'll be again if that keeps up. She leans in close to bring an elbow out and smack it just above Cassie's chest, forearm extending for a second strike with more of glimmering energy radiating from it, for a heavy impact between shoulder and neck. Below an open palmed strike rises up to grab and lift Cassie for another 'round the world toss to the ground, a bright glow shimmering from Jira's eyes like static.

COMBATSYS: Cassie dodges Jira's Fierce Combo.

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Cassie           0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1             Jira

Cassie has no real desire to let Jira get a good grip on her again, what she's had to experience so far from the woman with multiple personalities is that it would end up hurting a whole lot, and probably result in some more of this weird, two-voiced taunting that really is starting to sound as cheesy as the dumb voice sound effects from that stupid body-swapping comedy Johnny did called "Whacky Wednesday."

As Jira comes flying in with what looks to be a brutal elbow, Cage tucks and rolls out of the way, popping up a good distance away to reset, and immediately bringing that trademark Cage humor to bear. "Well, I guess that means I'm just watching one heck of a ventriloquist's act. Those normal dummies look pretty creepy, but I don't know if drunk bar slut was the way to go."

With the required sass unleashed, Cassie comes darting back in, keeping low as she comes in with a sharp thrusting kick aimed for the side of Jira's knee, clearly hoping to throw off her mobility at this point.

COMBATSYS: Cassie successfully hits Jira with Low Kick.

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Cassie           0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1             Jira

The kick isn't something Jira was expecting as response to her exaggerated strikes. But, her leg does hold firm, this hit isn't as hard as the last ones. "You have no idea how difficult it is to control a living human's body while they're still awake and perform accurate movements." the pair of voices respond, though the higher feminine analogue seems a bit whiney. Her whole body gleams in white light and she leans forward, taking a strong lunge towards Cassie with right arm extended to lance her fist against her core. A quick stop and she pivots and repeats the lunge with her elbow held out, a stronger burst and she makes an arcing jump to land a knee, twisting to somersault on landing and axehandle down, movement preceeded by a white afterimage to rattle the nerves in precedence of each strike.

COMBATSYS: Cassie dodges Jira's Rampage.

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Cassie           0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1             Jira

Things are getting pretty heated, and quite honestly, Cassie hadn't expected to have to face down weird people being controlled by other things until she was a bit further into her new assignment from Special Forces. This whole fight had been an attempt to start building a nice proper view of Cassie Cage as just another fighter like Johnny Cage, taking whatever opporutinities she had to take a break from military duties to enjoy a good brawl while mouthing off for the camera.

And also it was a good way to boost her numbers of Fightagram and maybe pick up some Twitter followers.

Regardless, she wanted to get out of this with her face mostly in one piece. So as Jira starts to glow again and comes flying at her with a fist that sure as hell looks like it would leave a mark, Cassie throws a foot to the side, shifting her weight and using her heel as a pivot point to send her narrowly spinning out of the way.

From there, Cage starts to scoot back, building up a bit of room to breathe, "Yeah, that doesn't make you sound like a creepy monster pervert or anything, but based on how she was talking, I guess you're in more into some strange kinky fetish thing like Ghost instead of The Shining." As she's talking, Cassie is drawing her gun again, whipping it out for a quick shot at Jira to hopefully keep her back a bit.

COMBATSYS: Cassie successfully hits Jira with Blood Stain.

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Cassie           1/-------/=======|=======\=======\1             Jira

Jira's movement seems a little sluggish with the glow rising in intensity. "My only purpose is to fight. To be honest, I can't speak for any fetishes. Objects of power aren't my thing." the dual voice responds, as if current implication of 'fetish' would be analogus to an idol. The quick shot drops Jira down to knees. "I think I'll let her finish this." gleaming eyes looking up to Cassie.
"I'm looking forward to round two." and the white glow flickers, becoming more luminous with a couple deep breaths, slowly rising to her feet. And then the colour shifts from a spastic white static to a more serene pink bleed, making her hair and irises shine. Her frame returns to usual slimness, unusual musculature drops, and a low whine.
"Idiot, running away when I'm about to pass out. You're the worst." the masculine baritone has vanished from Jira's voice, instead it's just her own with that gentle slurring from overdrinking.

COMBATSYS: Jira enters a meditative state.

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Cassie           1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Jira

As things starts to get really weird, Cassie holsters her sidearm and watches with pained curiousity as Jira suddenly falls right back into drunk. "You know, most people when they go for a live-in boyfriend just let them stay in their apartment. You might have a better relationship if you established some boundaries," Cage offers with a touch of reluctance to even get involved into something this bizarre that seems to be mostly harmless.

Of course, the advice isn't all on its own, it comes equipped with Cassie darting in at the silk-clad woman and then immediately flipping back into a into a handstand somersault as her foot hums with green energy into a rising kick aimed for Jira's jaw that should carry Cassie back to her feet a good distance away.

COMBATSYS: Cassie successfully hits Jira with Rollin'.

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Cassie           1/-----==/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Jira

Cassie mentions a boyfriend, getting a puzzled look from Jira. "If I wanted a boyfriend, I think I'd have a choice over the matter, and pick someone who knows what affection and intimacy mean other than not defenestrating a person, or sacrificing their heart to your creators." and then she's kicked in the chin. Her glow shimmers brightly, a few twitches tug at her limbs. "Hitomi-chan, I don't think I'm going to be able to walk home." she murmurs before her eyes shut and she curls over, seeming to be in a nap. She might not be breathing, or maybe she is. As per her usual defeat, her arms jerk forward like a crudely moved marionette, and she drags her way off somewhere away from the cameras in slow crawl.

COMBATSYS: Jira idly punches at the air, doing nothing for now.

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COMBATSYS: Jira can no longer fight.

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Cassie           1/-----==/=======|

With as weird as things get there isn't really any opportunity for Cassie Cage to take a post-match victory selfie with her defeated opponent. Instead Cassie is left staring on with as much disbelief as everyone else in the club as the drunk woman passes out after a very strange little speech and then starts to be dragged off along the floor like no human should ever move.

"What the fuck just happened?"

Apparently the fight is called in Cassie's favor, and while she's given an opportunity to rest as the organizers arrange something for the next battle, Cassie pulls out her phone, pries her gum out of her cheek, and starts to blow a bubble as she types something up on her phone.


Cassie Cage @ccc 0s

if u ever feel unsafe w/ ur so dnt b scared 2 find help @abusehotline #cassiecares #snf #fuckghosts


COMBATSYS: Cassie awaits the next challenger.

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Having spent enough time nervously hovering around the medical technicians to be reassured that Jira is going to be fine, Hitomi is fussily and forcefully prompted toward the floor. People have places to be and can't be waiting all night for the results of the fight. This was a place of business after all. By the time the teenager hit's the floor she's a little embarrassed at the situation. Holding things up like this was no good, and Jira would be fine. She was in good hands who would look after her. Time to be professional about this.

A brisk and formal bow toward the SNF judges, opponent and camera in succession. When the girl when the cutesy girl in the comical outfit throws a few punches and steps forward into her kata there's a slight vibration that runs through the club as her foot stamps down.

Her style slightly different from her last appearance on the SNF, the boost in fighting spirit a far cry for the timid girl who was last seen of the show.

Makoto-sensei. Let's go!


As the judges cry rings out; 'Fight' she's off the mark and dashing in with a straight, her upper body rolling forward to get as much power as she can into the blow. Ponytail whipping behind her like a certain other fighters scarf.

COMBATSYS: Hitomi has joined the fight here.

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Hitomi           0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1           Cassie

COMBATSYS: Cassie interrupts Strong Punch from Hitomi with Fancy Footwork.

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Hitomi           0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0           Cassie

The rest of the time waiting for things to get started involves a great deal of updating things via her phone. A few choice replies from Cassie's followers end up with a retweet or a fav just to make certain they know she's actually reading them, and there's a great deal of blowing bubbles and then popping them. Eventually things with the medical staff start to clear up, so Cassie takes out a new piece of gum, unwrapping it and swapping the chewed stuff for a fresh piece as she tosses the wrapper into a nearby bin.

And then she's staring down with the girl she's really hoping doesn't actually turn out to be chucky, because it would be a huge pain to fight a serial killer possessing some pedophile's Real Doll. "Alright, Cabbage Patch, let's see what you've got."

As Hitomi starts in on her, Cassie moves with an incredible flow of motion, lashing out with a quick kick to the side of Hitomi's head, twisting about to lash out with a low kick to the german's legs to unstabilize her, and then suddenly being surrounded by that same green glow from before as she raises her leg up and just surges forward to land a final hit with her trainer to Hitomi's face.

Having moved to a nearby booth in a different location, Munin continues to watch the battle proceed, reasonably impressed. Cassie is handling herself well despite moving on to a second opponent with only a brief respite. Sticking to a glass of cola rather than anything alcoholic, she patiently waits for her turn to 'tap in' should such a thing happen, content to analyze the fighters styles for future reference.

Sailing backwards while airborne the long-haired girl lands on her shoulders and back of her head, lower body folding overhead until her toes touch the ground. The crowd watching winces along with the impact and the girly squeal that went along with the hit. The slide arrested, Hitomi's pained and squinting eyes fly open once again. What happened? eh? The elbows both come up and with palms braced to the floors she tenses and then slingshots herself back to feet in a rapid kip up. Once up, she makes a wet sounding snuffle and in response fingers her upper lip and nose.

Yeah, glancing at her fingertips to confirm the blood she shrugs it off, there was no stopping mid brawl to tend to a wound like a bloody nose in this format, she'd just have to solider on. At least some measure disappointed she was going to get blood on her clothes, it was hard to get blood stains out of white cotton and blue denim.

Her opponent was quick on her feet. So, what was she going to do about it? Rushing right back in headlong Hitomi doesn't stop at a range where she should throw a strike, or pivot for a kick; she runs right at Cassie and shoves with both arms at the other girls shoulders and upper chest. Leaping into the targeted flying knee at Cassie's upper body under whatever defense she might muster (that's also there to keep the pressure on) and finally lashing out with a staggering step-in punch straight afterward as she lands. Straight to the core.

COMBATSYS: Hitomi successfully hits Cassie with Tenchi Kaibyaku.
- Power hit! -

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Hitomi           0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0           Cassie

Getting out of the way of angry fists had been working fairly well for Cassie so far, so there didn't seem to be much of a reason to give up the strategy quite yet. The fact that opponents had changed, and the crazy possessed woman had been replaced by a girl who dressed like she hadn't learned there was Women's section in the shops yet, but still seemed fairly conventional in her fighting style, probably should have given her an idea that strategy would need to be adjusted.

Instead what happens is that Cage tries to twist out of the way of the initial punch, but she only gets halfway through the motion when Hitomi's hands isntead catch her by the shoulders and shove her forward where she's got no room to react to the knee that is very suddenly jammed into her spine before a punch hits her so hard that she gets knocked flying off the raised stage at the center of the club and crashes through a crowd not at all prepared for a stage dive.

As Cassie struggles to her feet, with the sheepish assistance of a guy that was somehow convinced of the fact that fishnest vests are still in style, one of the lenses pops free of her wrap-arounds and she yanks them off her face to examine the damage.

"Fuck, these were $200 sunglasses..." gripes the stylish soldier as she tosses them to the ground (where they're the focus of a small memorobilia struggle among the crowd the moment she turns back to the stage to pull herself back up to the fight. And now, without the dark lenses to obscure her vision, she realizes she had made a massive mistake. "...Wait, are those goggles?" Cassie asks as she gawps at what she had previously assumed to be a headband. "Oh, my bad, I thought you were going for sexy toddler, I didn't realize you were one of those cosplayers. You could really use some pointers, but Johnny made friends with the costume designer when he was in Wild Wild West 3, and I could probably get you in touch for pro tips."

COMBATSYS: Cassie pops in a new piece of gum.

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Hitomi           0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0           Cassie

Hitomi raises her hand to the adornments on her head as reflex. The goggles were still in place and functioning like her hairband, she hadn't lost them when she fell on her head. She wasn't sure what the other girl was talking about, she cups her hand to her mouth and calls back 'What?' if they weren't on straight or were broken she'd have to worry about that later. Having a bloody nose already she can really worry about looking her best, though she can't help but wonder what the other girl was trying to tell her.

Afterwards! She'd ask afterwards!

Advancing on Cassie Hitomi attempts to secure some kind of advantage in how much closer the other girl is to the edge, she should press for advantage when she can. It didn't feel right- but she did it anyway. When she was representing a dojo she had to get the best result she could. Use your brains and power to SMASH the opponent and convey your strength.

Hitomi's next set of lunges contain a fast series of feints before she finally kicks low, aiming just above the knee she's still working on reducing Cassie's options. The whole time she's doing it however she's frowning, this way of fighting really wasn't enjoyable like it usually was.

Did the results matter more than having fun in the attempt?

COMBATSYS: Hitomi successfully hits Cassie with Medium Kick.
- Power hit! -

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Hitomi           1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1           Cassie

Okay, so this one wasn't very talkative, but at least Cassie wouldn't have to spend her entire fight talking to some creepy monster voice if things kept going this way. Cage was beginning to wonder why it was that this girl never seemed to be able to hear her, but given the weird possession thing, it wouldn't surprise her if this was a weird act.

Or maybe Hitomi simply wore earplugs for the fight, because dressed as she was it was pretty clear that the German never actually went to clubs. Loudest she would ever get must be... do they have ComicCon in Germany?

More importantly, however, is the fact that she needs to deal with the whole fighting thing first. As Hitomi goes for a low kick, Cassie draws up her foot shifting to try to absorb the impact of the low kick on the sole of her shoe. It might have worked if not for the fact that:
1) Cassie is now standing on one leg
2) Cassie is still right by the edge of the stage.

The initial impact is softened a bit, but it forces Cassie to stumble back in an effort to recover, but only the toes of her feet find their way over the stage, and the shift in weight backward means that all the force is now coming down over her heel. Suddenly destabilized, Cage twists to try to catch herself, but instead ends up falling sideways instead of backward, which would be a huge improvement if she wasn't still falling back enough that all she manages to catch with the stage is the side of her head, instantly cutting open a nasty gash as Cassie ends up falling into the crowd.

At least this time instead of bowling them over, they try to catch her, ending up only really slowing her fall rather than arresting it.

"Ah, shit, did I accidentally drink Everclear again? It feels like my head got run over," Cassie groans pulling herself back up to her feet. She winces as her fingers brush along the open cut that's currently busy ruining her hoodie and frowns. "Okay, I guess I need to get a little more serious about this."

Reaching back, Cage draws both of her sidearms before leaping straight up at the stage and begins unloading them at Hitomi as she does with a barrage of bright green non-lethals, all aimed so any strays will hit the stage instead of the crowd. As Cassie's feet return to ground, she finishes off the rest of each magazine, without a spare pull of the trigger.

COMBATSYS: Cassie successfully hits Hitomi with Shifting Fire.
- Power hit! -

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Hitomi           1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0           Cassie

maybe she was going too far, this kind of fight felt dreadful. She'd rather be helping cassie up than trying to pressure her in a corner. There was-were those guns levelled at her?! The wide eyed horror of someone pointing a gun at her as she raises her arms up to try and protect herself for lack of any other kind of defense.

Head snapping back with the impact of the final rounds striking her forehead - the world switches off. Hitomi just begins a slow crumple, catching herself with her bruised and battered arms before she faceplants. Everyone ringside, and every single thing around her whirling and bending in multiple directions in a nauseating from of wavering. What little sound makes it through the earplugs is hollow and booming so that she can't make any of it out.

The ground in front of her face catching the drops of blood falling away and the bump against her hands as the goggles fall to the ground are something to fixate on, maybe her goggles had been loose after all. A long moment down and trembling in place before she pushes off with an elbow and twice has to try to bring her knee up, stabilize her hand on the back of her knee and force herself back up.

Bloody face and blood now streaming away from the bruise and cut on her forehead also Hitomi's eyes are glassy and she's having problems standing still, let alone fighting further. But the hands come back up regardless. She draws back into a pronounced windup, giving herself the time to try and identify which of the cassies' she was seeing might be the real one. The telegraph on whatever she was doing was pronounced, but which one was she was aiming for?

COMBATSYS: Hitomi successfully hits Cassie with Fudo-Fujin.

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Hitomi           1/-======/=======|=====--\-------\0           Cassie

Maybe if Cassie hadn't already had her bell rung she would have considered the possibility of putting the match on hold for a bit while she and the german girl tried to recollect their senses. She could have just built some better spacing to try to give time to sort things out before going in for the heavy stuff. Instead, at the moment all she had to work on was instinct and adrenaline, which pierced through the hazy veil of confusion with the great many years of training Cage had gone through. First her training with Johnny and then everything she'd been put through after enlisting, then getting brought into Special Forces.

The guns had been quite a bit of the second.

With Hitomi clearly preparing herself for something big, Cassie brought herself into a ready stance, securing herself to try to absorb whatever it was she ended up throwing her way with her guard. She sees the german start to swing and her arms go up protectively.

And then her head throbs in pain. All the heavy bass of the nightclub, the roar of the cloud, and the nasty gash on the side of her face just seem to thrum all at once and her hand goes up past it's mark to her temple. Everything starts to come back just in time for her to see a fist coming straight for her, catching her on the other side of her head as Hitomi's gloved knuckles tear open another nasty wound across her cheek. The force of the blow hits Cassie so hard that her neck twists so fast it looks like it nearly snapped and spit mixed with blood fly out of her mouth as Cage is sent spinning, falling down to her knees in a broken daze.

And this is the moment where the other instinct kicks in.

Finding herself crouched down in front of her opponent, her mind a complete blur, Cassie's body works on pure instinct, drawing her fists back and opening with a violent right straight aimed straight for Hitomi's crotch.


And followed up with a quick left on the same target.


And then Cassie slumps forward to land face first on the lit up stage without moving, a small red puddle starting to form beneath her head.

COMBATSYS: Cassie can no longer fight.

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Hitomi           1/-======/=======|

COMBATSYS: Hitomi just-defends Cassie's Nut Buster!!

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Hitomi           1/-======/=======|

The solid smash still stinging her hand and tremors running through her body nobody is more surprised to solidly connect with that blow than Hitomi herself. Yatta! She'd picked the right one out. She was still pale and unsteady on her feet but carefully regaining her balance after such an overextension. The two fighters seemingly punch drunk for a moment it's Cassie who breaks the stalemate with a right straight to Hitomi's crotch, the girl knocked back and reeling away with her arms spinning trying to regain her balance before the follow through can land. A suspiciously strange strike to a hard surface.

Hitomi staggers to a halt and stands there mortified, knees pressed together and blushing rising furiously.

"W-Where do you think you're hitting?!"

The outcome of the second match being called medical staff move in to aid both fighters, Hitomi sat down for a brief moment where blood is wiped from her face and a bandage applied to her forehead. While Hitomi is being ministered to one of the medical staff leans right in close to her ear.

'How'd you do that, avoid the cage special?'

The half-German girl seems a little spacey but still manages to answer to her satisfaction in a whispered tone. The woman busting out laughing immediately. 'Really! A Peach Protector?!'

A high quality name in female groin protectors and sportswear, a must for most mixed martial art competitions. The poor women is tearing up while she works and while Hitomi also shifts a little uncomfortably, she'd never really been hit there on purpose. It was usually just a wise precaution against an misaimed blow or badly timed dodge.

It wasn't purposeful or strategic on her part!!

When walking back out onto the floor the girl is still red faced and embarrassed to the extreme. But- that last move was unsportsmanlike, that should count for something.

Now that her head is cleared however it finally catches up to her that... Cassie isn't in the ring anymore. She won and now has to face someone else? How was Cassie doing? The floor of the club was looking more than a little bloody after the pair of them had started fighting.

COMBATSYS: Hitomi awaits the next challenger.

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Hitomi           1/-======/=======|

As Hitomi stops to catch her breath, the crowd suddenly quiets down, suddenly seeming uneasy or frightened. Looking around, they seem to see something she does not. After a moment a voice whispers to her from behind, right in her ear "Impressive.... i suppose now it's MY turn!". Turning around she would find only quickly-dispersing wisps of shadowy mist..... Turning around AGAIN, she would find Munin standing there, hoodie hiding her face in darkness with only her glowing purple eyes visible.

Munin grins in mock menace as she pulls back her hood, the effect having potentially served it's purpose: to freak Hitomi out and put her off her game!

Now that the other girl has noticed her, shadowy chi forms in her hands, and with lightening speed she flings a pair of shadowy blasts Hitomis way!

COMBATSYS: Munin has joined the fight here.

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Munin            0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1           Hitomi

COMBATSYS: Munin blitzes into action and acts again!

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Munin            0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1           Hitomi

COMBATSYS: Hitomi blocks Munin's Shadow Wave.

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Munin            0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Hitomi

COMBATSYS: Hitomi just-defends Munin's Shadow Wave!!

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Munin            0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Hitomi

The dawning realization that her opponent is behind her, the half-turn and craning her torso around to catch the wisps of shadow floating away. The voice changes direction once again and seemingly behind her once again. There hadn't been an opponent in front of her before! The moment the announcer calls fight the blasts are hurled her way, the first breaks against her upraised arm, the flinch on her face visible with the impact.

The second a hairsbreadth behind explodes differently, reversing direction suddenly, the elbow of the teenage girl forcing the attack back and penetrating through it as she pushblocks against the wave.

I. Won't. Lose.

Smashing through the girl continues at the an accelerating pace, teeth gritted and light brown hair flying freely behind her. The hopping kick at the mid-section as a poke to prod the defences she steps into a series of driving straight punches at a rising tempo, finishing with a fast version of the attack that just earlier struck Cassie.

"Toh! Ei, Yah, Haa-ah!"

COMBATSYS: Munin blocks Hitomi's Hangetsu Kamikaze.

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Munin            0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\-------\0           Hitomi


The final blow accompanied by a break and shift in momentum to collect and centre herself; 'Rebuild your stance, be wary and respectful of your opponent. Prepare for anything!' The words of teachers having switched in her head without her noticing.

As expected from analysis.... this girl seems mostly a brawler in style. She IS fast, though! Munin, luckily, is also fast... at least enough. She seems to blur, her form almost becoming insubstantial, as the punches miss by hairs each time, that errie black mist rising off Munins body making accuracy that much harder.

The last hit, however, manages to almost hit home, impacting on Munins crossed forarms with a meaty CRUNCH! The impact is jarring, but otherwise little damage taken. The moment Hitomi stops and recollects herself, Munin moves in hoping to take her off-guard. She strikes at Hitomis stomach, then at her face, then at her knee in rapid succession!

Should this finish, she finishes with an arm lock followed by a twist and a throw!

COMBATSYS: Hitomi counters Combo Grapple from Munin with Bukyoku.

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Munin            0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1           Hitomi

On that last hit, then she felt a substantial blow! If her opponent was trying to trick her or really was able to disappear and avoid being hit like this? Then she'd get a hold on them when they came to her. She needn't panic! she still felt the last blow connect so that defense wasn't perfect. She'd bide her time and wait for a--


Time dialates right down as she lunges right across the attacking limb, Grabbing with both arms to sieze ad wrist and across the arm to the underside of the bicep same arm. Hitomi wrenches her body sideways and lowers her stance to lock the limbs range of movement, sliding in toward Munin she draws the limb over her shoulder while maintaining the hold and wrenches forward and down, tweaking the arm before completely sliding into place with her back nestled in against the taller girl.


The whipping the other girl across and over her back and face down onto the ground hard at her feet hard. Fast rap to the back of the head or hoodie of the downed girl's with her leading foot. That would be a tournament move, taking full points for one continuous attack. Then she backs away. Her opponent should be allowed to stand; anything else wouldn't really be fair play.

Despite the sweat breaking out while fighting at this level and fact she was panting she was also smiling. She didn't want to lose, but she felt a lot better about fighting this way.

An audible "OOF!" can be heard as Munin impacts the floor, followed by a wince as the strike hits the back of her head. She rolls with the momentum as best she can, coming up in a crouch, glowing eyes locking on Hitomi, seeming to glow brighter!

She LEAPS at Hitomi, striking at her with a downwards palm strike!

Of course, not really! The chi image does this, meanwhile the REAL Munin shifts quickly around the side, striking low and from the left side with a knife-like jab of her fingertips! Hopefully the diversion will succeed!

She needs to take Hitomi down, and fast. The gal is obviously dangerous to continue fighting head on, and that she seems to be in a groove right now only increases this fact!

COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits Hitomi with Mirror Image.

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Munin            0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1           Hitomi

Swinging an arm around to block the next lunge by her opponent Hitomi is already winding up for the follow through-The thought leaves her head as the fingertips mash hard into her side and her liver and kidneys protest the sharp shock. Arm clinging tightly to her side she veers sideways with the shot to the side, the harmless projection her blocking arm passed straight through continuing on its merry way.

Okay, adapt! ... you can't trust your eyes here, but you heard her squeal when you hit her, AND the impact against her earlier made noise. Something was weird about this girl in how you perceived her.

Still favouring her side Hitomi exhales and straightens, one foot forward, both hard raised in form she opens her lightly clenched fists.

Her eyes drifting closed.

The boards under her feet weren't in the best of repair, having all these dancers dancing here night after night, and bodies bouncing around and impacting against in recent fights. It'd be harder to hear an approach while she still had those earplugs in. But if her opponent was using her eyes against her, she'd try fighting back without letting them have that advantage.

"Don't be afraid. Believe you can do it."

A silent mantra, where only her lips move. Just visualize the attacker if she couldn't actually see them! Filter out everything except the opponent. it was better than knowingly being deceived, even if it was a handicap.

COMBATSYS: Hitomi gathers her will.

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Munin            0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Hitomi

With a smirk, Munin notices exactly what Hitomi is doing...... the classic 'wait for a noise and attack it!' manuever. She has learned well not to trust her eyes in this fight.....

However, closing your eyes while fighting, particularly in a night club, is STILL a dumb idea with a simple solution!

Without missing a beat, Munin turns around to a nearby table, grabs a bottle or glass of whatever drink some poor sap is drinking, and flings it at Hitomis head! "Catch!"

COMBATSYS: Hitomi interrupts Small Thrown Object from Munin with Moen EX.

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Munin            1/---====/=======|>>>----\-------\0           Hitomi

The long fringe turns in the direction of the table the moment the patrons begin to noisily protest the loss of their drink. The sudden shift in pitch cut's through the general hubbub. She had no better leads to follow up than starting in that direction, it'd be crazy to try pressing an attack like this. The thrown glass glancing off her forearm but still spinning it's trajectory well enough to glance off the side of her head, whirling to scatter its contents into her hair and clothes before breaking on the ground feet behind her. That hurt, but it firmed her resolve that her aim was true.

Hopefully no-one else here disliked her enough to start throwing things at her.


The first blow struck is against a figure on the stage, The lunging punch that feels her target out quickly becomes a spinning back elbow, a rat-tat-bang combo of alternating left and right's strikes before the abrupt lunging knee.

It's a fast combo, but it's all setup. Unbalance the top half and smash the defense. Leave them open.

The foot that landed the knee strike hits the ground with already in position for the massive windup straight. She's staggered the opponent just for the time required to wind this hit up and get as much torque as possible out of her grounded stance and twisting body.


The girls a one trick pony when it comes to that punch but by god does she keep doing a lot of damage with it.

Of all the reactions, Munin did NOT expect this. She is taken completely off-guard, and winces as the barrage of smaller hits impact her! The big hit at the end sends the small girl airborn with a bit-back shout of pain!

Even this can be used to her advantage though! Angling herself in the air, Munin lands on the ceiling, eyes blazing with violet light! The shadows seem to deepen, and when she presses off, it isn't just one Munin coming at Hitomi, it's four, all coming in from varying angles with varying attacks! A head-on palm strike! A pair of backhands coming in form left and right! A low-angled rising jab of her fingers at Hitomis midsection!

While only one is real, they all hurt equally!

COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits Hitomi with Double Vision.

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Munin            0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>------\1           Hitomi

The illusions make no sound, no tangible movement. She can feel the collective gasp in the crowd but has no read on anything dangerous. Her body beginning to shift to address the approaching real munin skyward. The impact against the ceiling jarring the music equipment, she'd kicked off the ceiling or merely struck it? The series of illusory clones falling upon and into her at various angles each trigging a new convulsion in response to the hit. With the last one however, the sting doesn't fade away, the form of the attacker remains stable.

She's... right there. So close.

Late to the party, her guard arm is thrown down at the inside of Munin's elbow, attempting remove the spear like blow form her abdomen as Hitomi throws herself back on the offensive. However much she hurts she won't go down easily. A double tap mid with a single lifted leg she drives at Munin to push her back as she alternates to strike high with the other leg, it's a struggle her body doesn't want to let her perform. Switching back she swings hard into a spinning back kick for all she's worth.

Even though it's more than her body can handle she seems surprised it's giving out on her and dragging her down.

COMBATSYS: Hitomi can no longer fight.

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Munin            0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Munin blocks Hitomi's Nami Gashira.

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Munin            0/-------/----===|

It's a noble effort, but alas the damage from the illusory assult slows Hitomi down just enough. Her double-tap strikes nothing but air, the blows seeming to pass right through Munin. The following spinning back kick is slowed down enough to see coming, and it impacts Munins raised forearm cleanly, making her grunt in effort, but the defense ultimately holds. For her part, Munin does nothing in response, letting Hitomi fall backwards, though into unconsciousness or not she does not know. Supposing Hitomi is down for the count, then it would mean the match is over, and a followup is not required.....

In the meantime, the shadowy woman merely stands there, glowing eyes peering down at her opponent.....

Having fallen, Hitomi struggles on to climb back to her feet, though her body won't cooperate with her in this. She can't do it; while her arms can keep her upper body erect there's not enough strength left in them to compensate for the weakness in the rest of it. Her core is screaming at her to stop trying, one of her palms slips and she slumps further forward. That's enough for the referee's to call it right there. The girl has been down and wide open for too long.

"Ladies and Gentle~men, your WINNER for this evening's event. The shado~wy and mys~TERI~ous figure that is: MUNIN ARSHE!"

The crowd begins its awed applause at the finale of the event. A building sound as more and more join in.

"let's hear it for our lovely lady competitors. Maybe you can buy them a drink after. Give it up for Cassie Cage! Jiiiira Kasagi and Hitomi... Ah, just Hitomi!"

A huge volume of applause and whistling from the crowd. For lack of anything else to do Hitomi raises a hand to her ear and removes one of the earplugs. The now audible applause was a panacea for some of her hurts. She still has to wait to be helped back to her feet. But at least this time, this SNF. There was no tears or apologies.

COMBATSYS: Munin has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:30:28 07/31/2016 by Cassie, and last modified on 16:26:26 08/03/2016.