Description: Kazuki Kirigana and Jezebel duke it out in the PFW Blue Gauntlet!
It was like a hammer.
Chinatown was just like Hong Kong all over again. That long beautiful crawl of Chinese culture mingled with the tendrils of foreign through it. Jezebel felt herself standing between the streets of the place that she once knew, and traveled, and debased, and humiliated herself in. Maybe she had done work here before. Maybe she didn't. Maybe she was nothing. But every picture, every pillar, every food cart was like a hammer, driving between her eyes. Again. And again.
It was the next round of fights. She had beaten Mila. And now she was facing against Kazuki. What was a Kazuki. Who was he. Maybe he was a somebody. Maybe he was real. He was the opponent, for a belt. The belt that she had squandered and wasted away already. The street was blocked off on both sides, as a crowd fills the sidewalks between food carts and restaurants and curio stores and chinese markets. A chicken was nearby. There would always be a chicken nearby, in a place like this.
She remembered how horrible she was.
Jezebel was Nightmare Spangles again. She was dressed in black leather pants and a black mesh top, tight on her muscled body. Upon her head was a black cowboy hat and a skull bandana over her mouth, concealing her instinctive, toothy smile. Both eyes were staring at the chicken. One eye was normal, but the other... mechanical. Blue LED light, a gift from her handlers. She was staring at that chicken. She wanted to hold it. She wanted to hold that chicken, like how she held that chicken in Lightning Spangles. Teaching children about the farm, and how eggs worked. Eggs. Chickens laid eggs. She wouldn't. Nobody would want her before she was dried up and useless and worthless and nothing. She looks away from the chicken, pupils pinpricks both in analog and digital.
Where was her opponent?
Where was Kazuki?
Kazuki is standing on the opposite end of the area marked off for the fight. He is wearing his usual black and red Gedo High fighting togs, and can be seen handing off a large pair of wildly painted headphones to a young blue-haired woman in a Gedo uniform. He turns to face Jezebel, and immediately winces, as if wishing he'd left the headphones on.
He bows once, shortly, to Jezebel before sliding into his ready stance: both hands forward, one at shoulder level and the other at a level with his navel. His weight is evenly distributed on both feet as he watches Jezebel very... very carefully. "Kazuki Kirigana, Kirigana School of Aikido," he says evenly.
Something about this woman seems... /wrong/ somehow.
The eyes transfix on Kazuki.
A young man, a nubile, healthy young man, not even a man, but a boy, but not even a boy, a man. A young, healthy, strapping teenager. Like a chicken, like a hen, like a rooster, like a cock. Jezebel's eyes were dissecting her opponent for only a moment. Only a moment for clarity, before it sinks back to the memories of a chicken. She laughs a little, in the middle of Kazuki's introduction. It was like this, wasn't it? Just like the boy in Hawaii. A teenager. A teenage boy, like her teenage boy fans. Males, men, chickens. She finally speaks, her gaze unbreaking.
"Kazuki Kirigana, of the Kirigana School of Aikido."
The woman repeats it back, as if she is marking down something to google map later, which would be absurd. The eyes were trembling. Kazuki wouldn't be able to see the smile. But he could probably feel. "Well boy howdy! I'm Nightmare Spangles, your opponent for today! YEEEE HAW!" She cries out, hands on her hips as she leans forward. "You look like you're from Gedo High! I've done some presentations at Gedo High when I was Lightning Spangles, you know! Did you know I used to be Lightning Spangles! I'm sometimes known as Jezebel!" She cocks her head. "But you can call me Nightmare Spangles!"
"How old are you, Kazuki?"
COMBATSYS: Kazuki has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel has joined the fight here.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Jezebel
Kazuki's stance does not waver. In fact, other than a raised eyebrow, he gives little reaction to Jezebel's question. He considers not even answering the question for a moment. He considers not even responding to the words, and skip straight to the fighting. However, training and upbringing interfere too much with that. These things do not, however, stop the influence that Gedo High (and a certain sempai) may have had on him.
"Never heard of you," he says evenly. It's important to note that he does not answer the question of age.
The aforementioned blue-haired Gedo student scoffs at the woman with the cowboy hat, before casting her eyes aside dismissively. Her ribcage heaves with a healthy round of scorn towards the one-time star. After all, as the protege of someone with a considerable grudge against Miss "Lightning Spangles," Saya Tanizaki has her own opinion on the leather-clad combatant. The fellow Gedo student hasn't brought along anything in the way of a purse or handbag, so she simply wraps the heavily-decorated headset around her neck, carelessly letting the audio cable hang loose.
To Kazuki, she offers with a trashy accent common to the Gedo locale: "Just knock her on her ass. Quick, before she gets any more annoyin'. Tch."
"Ha ha ha!"
That was the response to him never hearing of him. Well that's okay. That's fine. That's perfectly fine. "That's fine! That's perfectly fine!" She says aloud, the inside voice boiling out aorund her. The audience was spinning, was turning, was around her. And then a voice comes out, cutting like a razor blade running through her veins, writhing and crawling through her arms and legs and into her throat. Just knock her on her ass, before she gets any more annoying. She could just feel the hate, the disgust, the mire of misery and slime and horror and hurt her. She felt the flickers of the lashing out, for self-defense. Just a boy, just a teenager. And yet, she keeps talking.
"Nobody's heard of me anymore, you know."
Nightmare Spangles doesn't lose her upbeat voice. There was just something ready to snap on the other side of the voice, however. She looks down at Kazuki, eyes burning bright. "I've killed children before, and it's wrong. They are accidents, awful, horrible accidents. I don't want to be a bad person, but you know, its better to be forgotten than to be hated, to be loathed, to be known as someone not worth knowing. You know people want to forget me, they want me to not be real anymore." And her mechanical eye unleashes a scanning beam, taking in Kazuki as it focuses on him.
"But I'm so real~"
And Jezebel steps back. "Okay Kazuki! Lets get you in position! I'm in position already, you have a belt match! I believe in you Kazuki, I believe you can wreck me, and destroy me, and leave me in countless broken pieces. Make me your porcelain doll!" The smile continues to radiate from her, her bandana concealing only what was skin deep. "Get in position Kazuki! Do what your friend told you! Knock me on my..." She trails off, as her body shakes. "On my bottom. Before I get worse! Before I get any worse! They are going to start any time now!" Her voice was getting faster, more breathless. Already the judges were whirling around like a flock of chickens, beautiful, egg bearing chickens.
"You got to get ready to break me!"
Kazuki's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the information his senses bring to him. Saya would know that it is a fairly difficult thing to get Kazuki riled; the young man seems very nearly unflappable. But something about the woman in front of Kirigana ellicts a reaction from the young man: Kazuki flicks a quick glance at Saya, then a very quick shake of the head. Almost as if he is trying to force some thought aside.
It's not enough to stop his training however. Kazuki's gaze slides back to Jezebel, focused on nothing at all. The referee signals the start of the match.
And Kazuki waits.
Saya rolls her eyes at Kazuki not really 'knocking her on her ass quick'. She didn't expect him to anyway, but it was worth suggesting anyway. Twirling a finger, she leans against the side of a car, gaze returning to Jezebel. "Lady, your sass game is the weakest I've ever heard. You tryin' to start the fight or put us to sleep?"
"I'm just not very sassy!"
Jezebel felt the sharp words cut through her like paper. Just paper. She pretends she doesn't feel pain, and its almost real. Children hate her, that is the new normal. But Naerose didn't Naerose loved her. Loved her platonically, like a little sister to a big sister, a big sister that would bathe her, and clean her, and make her perfect and innocent that she could open herself up to and she wouldn't judge her or hate her. She imagines herself as the chicken, sitting upon the eggs that she chosen. And the boy. Her rooster? No.
Stealing her eggs.
As the ref signals the start, Jezebel explodes out of the gate. Lunging with long legs and a smiling burning underneath her mask, she moves in, drawing back her right foot as she stops dead. And there, she drives her foot in, thrusts it in hard and deep at the boy, the young man, the teenager, the farmer, the awful farmer lifting her up and plucking the sweet tender creations that she had made. He would devour them, sell them, exploit them, exploit =her= and she wouldn't allowed. She could allowed it.
Maybe she could be his chicken.
COMBATSYS: Kazuki dodges Jezebel's Thrust Kick.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Jezebel
Kazuki is patient, and Jezebel... well... Kazuki has never faced someone so clearly off their rocker. The thrust kick comes in, and Kirigana pivots. The kick goes wide. The leg, though. It's still there.
Kazuki's plan is simple: grab the ankle, sweep the foot still holding the weight. Thus following Saya's advice, at least in the short term.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Kazuki's Quick Throw.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Kentucky Fried Chicken!!
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Kazuki 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Jezebel
Jezebel had already transcended the limits.
The thrust kick does not connect, but as all eyes are on her, and her farmer, she felt so naked. She wanted to stretch and bend and show off her entirety, for a moment. That's how sick and disgusting she was, after all. But what if Naerose was watching? What would she think? What if she copied it? What if she was stripping and making herself naked to the eyes of hungry fishy friend fans, who wanted her, who would exploit her, who would defile her. Kazuki evades, and the teenager seizes the leg, the blue eye burns at her, as she continues to keep moving in. The sweep comes, and Jezebel hits the ground hard.
And she begins to talk aloud.
"11 herbs and spices. Can you believe that's all it takes to make the greatest chicken in the world?" Jezebel stage whispers, in no clear directly. She was already forcing back into Kazuki, a relentless, crushing offense that wouldn't end, couldn't end. Jezebel wasn't stopping, as she explodes with another kick, trying to catch Kazuki before he could slip away from her grasps, her clutches, her warm egg nest. "It's not how the chicken is raised, or how the chicken lives, or even how the chicken can get married and have a stable job with kids and a family and a 7 person station wagon. It's all about pressure frying, and 11 herbs and spices." A roundhouse with the right, followed immediately by a second roundhouse with the left leg. "That's the Kentucky Fried promise, Kazuki! That's the reality of it!" A third roundhouse is unleashed, before the fourth and final kick comes, leg raised high, coming down into a bone shattering heel drop... and a single coupon tossed right before Kazuki's eyes. A coupon for a 2 wings 1 leg special, from a local catalog.
"That's finger licking good!~"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Kazuki with Quick and the Dead.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Jezebel
Kazuki is not ready when Jezebel regains her feet and immediately start in with the flurry of kicks. He staggers back under each successful strike before faceplanting under the force of the forth kick. He lays there just long enough to see the coupon, but without his glasses, he can't make it out. He frowns a bit, pushing himself to his feet.
He stares at Jezebel for a moment before stepping in and delivering a quick palm strike directly between the woman's eyes, jsut above the nose. She's not right in the head. She shouldn't be in a fight like this, and it will fall to Kazuki to end things quickly.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Kazuki's Staccato.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Jezebel
Jezebel felt fine.
A beautiful chicken, plump and full of eggs, ready to be laid. She wanted to be laid, to lay. She wanted to lay eggs. Beautiful eggs, plump and shiny with beautiful shells. As the assault dies down, she hangs over Kazuki, eye searing a laser over Kazuki, over his body his pieces. His precious shell holding thick yummy yolk in the center. She was hurting him. But she was made to hurt. And already, he was lashing back, as he should, as she deserved.
"You know, I think about being a mother sometimes."
She deflects the punch, letting it smash into her shoulder. It hurt. But Jezebel was playing pretend now. She didn't hurt. She just keeps her focus. "I would be a terrible mother. But I want to be one. You And there, she continues her fierce pressure on the boy. She spins, twirling as her leg arches out. This was to build spacing, build distance. Spinning, and spinning, and spinning and all around. A chicken on her egg.
COMBATSYS: Kazuki interrupts Spin Kick from Jezebel with Syncopation.
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Kazuki 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Jezebel
Kazuki, at this point, borrows a couple of pages. The first, surprisingly, is from Jezebel. He steps in toward the first kick, catching it on the upper arm. He winces at the impact, which sends a throb of pain up and down the limb. The second? Kazuki crouches slightly, before delivering a leaping uppercut to Jezebel's jaw. There's not much height to it, and a bit of rotation. But the origin of the move is clear.
"KORYUKEN!" he yells, apparently in the moment. Kazuki is not done there, however. He has enough rotation to deliver a back kick into Jezebel's midsection. Even that is not the end of his improvisation, apparently, as he fires a short burst of what feels kind of like wind to the woman at the point of impact to send her skidding across the floor!
And he coming back at him.
The wind blows around her as the boy explodes up at her, the yougn man, the handsome young, rushing right back into Jezebel. She felt that power, that overwhelming power, the sort of power that would crack her precious eggs, letting the whites run out. The fox to her henhouse, ready to pilfer and pillage her preciousness. It was consuming, frightening.
Jezebel hurtles across the street, rolling on the impact as she crashes hard. Her rise comes slowly, deliberately. Blood was across her face, her elbows. Her clothing was getting torn at the top. But her pants were fine. "Ha ha." She laughes aloud, coming to a rise. "You sure don't talk much pardner! You should talk. You should open yourself up, and express yourself aloud. But you are expressing yourself aloud." She turns towards Kazuki, eyes bright. "You are expressing yourself through your actions. You don't need words. Everyone can express themselves in their own special way! That's a Lightning Spangles lesson!" Her head twitches to the side.
And she then leaps.
JUmping high into the air, her leg sweeps, whirling around slowly and steadily. Energy cascading over her leg, she unleashes a barrage of three shimmering balls of energy. The orbs pummel not aiming squarely for Kazuki, but around where he was. They would strike the ground, and for a split second, nothing would happen. And then, they would erupt in a burst of fireworks, in red, white, and blue. She could stop being America. She probably could.
But it was too late to change who she was.
She was Lightning Spangles, wasn't she?
COMBATSYS: Kazuki overcomes Sundance from Jezebel with Sforzando.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Jezebel
Kazuki lands lightly on his feet, resuming his stance as Jezebel does... whatever it is she thinks she is doing. Her parents won't approve of that... irregular manuever, but it's his fight. The orbs start thier approach, and Kazuki twists slightly at the torso, his left hand drifting to his belt as if to grip something. His right dangles loosely in front of him, as if to reach for something.
The air stirs as Kirigana sweeps his right hand upward and across his chest, extending the hand as he does so. In the wake of the swinging motion, a vaguely crescent shaped blur screams forth, scattering Jezebel's attacks to the winds even as it continues her collision course towards the woman that launched it.
COMBATSYS: Kazuki successfully hits Jezebel with Sforzando.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Jezebel
Jezebel coveted that wind.
The way it blows, it wraps around her, envelopes her precious egg body. She was a chicken would wanted the wind under her wings, the flutter, to flutter. As her fires are extinguished, she felt the pure strength of her opponent. Craved it. Consumed it. A kind of subtle hunger that made her want to be and become. So sweet and soft and winding, Jezebel could feel it carry her down to the ground, to knock her from the sky and send her to the ground again.
It hurt this time.
Crashing hard, she winces, curling up in pain. She was laughing again. But it was hurt. Precious pain, her shell was cracked. She wanted Kazuki, but what she wanted she didn't know. She could only feel, feel herself as she stood back up, laughing and laughing. She was young again, almost as young as Kazuki, as the girl who was watching them. A girlfriend. She could probably make her jealous. Jealous for her? Jealous for Kazuki? Who knew. She just knew that Nightmare Spangles was taking off her banada mask.
Showing the full force of her smile.
"This is ~IT~" She gasps out, as she smiles and smiles, the chicken pecking and scratching the ground nearby. "You're going to hurt me, Kazuki. I can feel it. I can want it. You need to hurt me more, if you want me to become something, or anything, or everything. You have to, you must. You gotta make me hurt worse than anything else in the world, and believe me, young boy, I can hurt so worse. You can do it, Kazuki. I believe in you." And she thrusts her fist in the air, as red, white, and blue energy cascades around her, her eyes fully dilated as she takes in the pure high of everything.
"MAKE ME HURT LIKE A MOMMY!"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel burns with the AMERICAN SPIRIT!
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Kazuki 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jezebel
It is not good sportsmanship for a bystander to act disruptively. In the worst case, an untimely disruption could turn the tide of battle from one fighter to their opponent. In the best and (one would hope) the most likely of cases, the two combatants would not pay a disturbance any mind.
Gedo High School doesn't really preach good sportsmanship.
Saya cups her hands over her mouth, amplifying her voice. "Oh for the love of -- will you shut your *** damn facehole?! Hurt like a mommy? I woulda figured half of Thailand ramming their ***** up your ****** would have razed your **** into oblivion anyway! The **** are you even ****ing talking about, creepy-assed ******* lunatic!"
This is just playground talk at Gedo. Honest. Kids these days!
Jezebel's reaction to this is... well... "not normal" does not even begin to start covering it. The woman is clearly insane, and not in any kind of way you typically find in a fighting event. Kazuki does not even have an idea of how to process what he is seeing. He does something few people have seen him do.
Kazuki breaks stance, regarding Jezebel with what can only be dread in his expression.
Saya, however, makes the save.
Kazuki looks over at Saya in a bit of surprise. This is actually a bit mild for her, really. But it's enough to jar Kirigana back do some place mentally confortable. "Right then," he murmurs, taking a deep breath and regaining his usual stance and posture. His eyes are only half open, not really looking at any one thing as he starts to Listen...
...as much as he does not want to hear Jezebel's song anymore.
COMBATSYS: Kazuki focuses on his next action.
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Kazuki 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jezebel
It should have been simple
Jezebel was a mother hen. She wanted to be a mother hen. She could have her favorite cock rooster, Johnny Cage, helping her fill with eggs. Or Abel. Or Naerose. Or anybody, anybody who would be her rooster. Even Kazuki. It could be a happy life, being a mother hen. But The words, the words were driving into her. The girl, the girlfriend, was picking her apart. Tearing at her confidence. And he wasn't attacking her. She tries to keep smiling, and she tries to keep calling for it.
"I want you to come... to come... at... come at..."
The pressure was stifling, choking her. She could feel the words coiling around her neck. She couldn't breath. She wouldn't breath. Tears were forming in her eyes, as her smile burned and burned. She couldn't hurt, and she was being hurt. Nail after nail, from hammer after hammer, driving deeper and deeper into her heart. She was everything she said. A whore. A useless, gaping-holed whore. Worthless. She was worthless. Worthless. She was worthless.
But she's not worthless.
And the shell cracks.
The smile fades, spoiling into a tooth-filled scowl. Jaw jutting out, she flashes a bright crimson as she -screams-. You could hear the audible -snap- as the woman digs her heels down, cracking the asphalt. And she launches, flaring forward with the contrails of red, white, and blue chi following her as she comes upon Kazuki. Her foot was wound back, ready for the ultimate punch. Her eyes were pinpricks, and a blue laser was transfixed on Kazuki. And there, she screams a scream upon a scream.
And she unleashes the punt, to send Kazuki skyward.
COMBATSYS: Kazuki endures Jezebel's A Few Dollars More EX.
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Kazuki 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>--\-------\0 Jezebel
And Kazuki is sent high into the sky.
Jezebel doesn't waste time to turn her attention back on the, what was the word, what was the word to describe this creature, this horrible teenager this "Bitch of a whore. YOU BITCH OF A WHORE!" Nightmare Spangles screams at the young teenage girl. "YOU LIKE THIS? YOU LIKE HOW I TREAT YOUR SHIT OF A BOYFRIEND!? Well listen to me you little shrieking harpy of a whore. I have spent 20 years enduring little shits like you. Smarmy, sneering little flatchested gorgons who can't even muster a proper personality, and just keeps shitting on everything NICE and BEAUTIFUL!" Jezebel's face was turning purple as all her anger just keeps boiling out, pouring out now that there was nothing targeting it in. She walks towards the sidewalk, towards the audience, guiding along unconsciously as Kazuki begins his descent. The crowd clears as she keeps her burning gaze at Saya, breathless in her rage. "Well guess what. I'm going to have your boyfriend LICKING MY BOOTS by the time I'm done with him. You're going to learn a lesson. You're going to learn just how WORTHLESS and HELPLESS YOU ARE as I just TAME your WORTHLESS HIDE of a BOYFRIEND." Jezebel stops by the wall of the street. And there, with a snap, she -drives- her leg hard into Kazuki, catching him just short of falling to the sidewalk... by pinning him -hard- against the wall, with an explosion of red, white and blue. Not enough to knock him away...
But enough to keep him close.
All for Saya to watch.
Or she could just turn away any time.
Kazuki's world lights up in sheer pain as Jezebel unleashes her insane rage. The noise... there's too /much/ noise. Kazuki can't block all of it out. It's all he can do to roll with the kicks, but he cannot block out the pain. The young man screams in pain as he is finally pins him to the wall. He gasps as the assault stops.
"There is..." he coughs, "There is... something you should," he wheezes. He reaches for the ankle attached to the foot pinning him to the wall...
COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Kazuki's Forza!
# Disabling hit! #
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Kazuki 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\1 Jezebel
He twists, hard and along the length of the leg, allowing him to flow out from under the foot. A swift hand to the small of Jezebel's back, along with the rotation of the young man, facilitate slamming the (much) older woman face-first into the wall. "I..." he says almost conversationally. He pulls at the larger of Jezebel's belts, pulling her away from the wall long enough to drive an elbow viciously against the point in her leg just below the outside of her knee to force it to bend in ways that knees should not bend.
"Am not..." It seems he is not done there however, as he hauls hard on the leg, almost wrapping it around himself as he pivots, turns, and hurls the woman across the floor and possibly into a table of chair.
"Her boyfriend," Kazuki says, having never raised his voice.
Bitch? Whore? Saya's used to all those words. Boyfriend? ... Yeah, she's used to being confused for Kazuki's boyfriend... and the girlfriend lots of other boys she happens to hang around. The word that -really- widens her eyes, though, is 'Gorgon.' If she hadn't been goaded into paying attention in history class, she might not have gotten that reference.
As long as Jezebel has her attention focused on Kazuki, she supposes she can continue sassing the older lady. She continues leaning against the car, swinging the 3.5mm end of her headphone cable in a lazy arc. Cracking a lopsided grin, she shrugs her shoulders. "Lady, talking like that is just gonna get me hot! Besides, I'm pretty sure Kaz will feel right at home with that kinda abuse!"
Jezebel didn't see things clearly now.
They were just shadows, and pain. She wanted to twist the knife, she wanted to make people feel how she felt, how she HURT. But she justdidn't see the pain. She didn't have that sadistic urge, that itch. She only had pain. Real pain on the inside. But outside, she didn't feel it.
Until Saya starts loving it.
She was laughing, she was getting... getting hot. She remembered that feeling. Making them hot. It was a good feeling. Making girls like Saya, or Emily, or Sada, or Naerose... hot. Arousing them. It was a good feeling. It was a sickening and disgusting and filthy feeling. It was wrong. Rage turns into shame for a moment. Until, there, her leg is seized up... and she felt herself...
As her belt is grabbed, she felt the memories of women like Saya holding her like how Kazuki was. It was an incredible feeling, being around so much youth, so much restrained passion. She wasn't his girlfriend? That was fine. Because as she is thrown into the table by the local dumpling hut? She realized she could be his girlfriend then. There is a sound as she smashes in.
"You're hurting me~"
There was a girlish giggle in there.
"You're -hurting- me~"
Her body was turning blue and black in her arms, as she forces from the wreckage. She was charging, eyes wild, a bit of spittle in the corner of her red ruby lips. "Keep it up Kazuki! KEEP IT UP!" "POUR ALL THAT YOUTHFUL SPIRIT IN ME! LET YOUR NOT GIRLFRIEND SEE IT! SHE LOVES IT! I LOVE IT!" The berserker frenzy was building into a cataclysm, as she hurls herself back at Kazuki
And she begins her assault.
The wild energy of Nightmare Spangles flares and flashes, and burns brighter than ever before. She hurls out kick after kick after kick after kick. Starting high, to drive him back to the wall. And then, lower and lower, to beat him down, to drive him down. To bring him to his knees, to the floor. If she could manage to even get him down there, she would stomp, stomp him down, laughing, crying, singing.
"POUR IT IN ME KAZUKI!"
"POUR IT IN!"
COMBATSYS: Kazuki fails to counter True Grit from Jezebel with Cesura.
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COMBATSYS: Kazuki can no longer fight.
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When Saya said it was getting her hot... it wasn't.
Nightmare Spangles might know that if she were psychic, or if she could afford to spend more than three seconds looking at the sarcastic Saya while her fight with Kazuki was proceeding. Because when Jezebel starts shifting her tone from 'sadistic bitch' to 'masochistic pleasure-seeker,' she'd be able to see Saya's right eyebrow arching -- first in confusion, then in disgust.
"Yeah, that's not workin' for me, lady..." is the blue-haired Saya's sarcastic reply... Just before kick after kick sails into Kazuki. At which point, Saya is forced to bite her lip in dismay.
Kazuki is still trying to get his bearings. When he watches the replay later, he doesn't even remember making that throw. Jezebel comes in fast, furious, and mad in every sense of the word. He reaches for the kicking leg, only to miss. He staggers as he is kicked in the head. Reflex and routine keep him in the fight. He reaches for another kick. Too slow. He staggers as he is beaten back and back. His back hits a wall, his face a mass of blood and bruises. His hands and lower arms show more of the same. He simply crumples under the assault, dropping to the floor. His only reactions are simple physics in action as Nightmare Spangles continues to kick him.
Jezebel wasn't psychic.
Her perception was locked on Kazuki, just hazy feels of all around. But as the kicks hammer more and more. It was fast, so fast. But as her assault breaks through Kazuki's last line of defenses, she finally plants a foot down on Kazuki's neck. She looks towards Saya again. And... and she rejects her. Rejects her performance. Not working for her. It wasn't working for her. "You don't want... me to hurt..." And the gears turn. And then, lock in.
"Then I'll hurt him"
Jezebel wasn't stopping now. "THEN I'LL HURT HIM!" She screams as she continues the stomping again. The ref, the judges, they realize what was happening. Jezebel was kicking him while he was down. The burly ref intervenes, trying to pull the hysterical actress off as she continues to scream at... Saya? Kazuki? "YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE THAT? LOVE IT! EVERYBODY LOVE IT!" She foams at the mouth, nearly turning her barrage of kicks at the ref. She was inches from the disqualification until... she sees something.
And she breaks free.
Not to keep kicking Kazuki while he was down. Not to keep entertaining Saya, in her imagination, in her head. Not to be the piece of meat to perform and dance and love and lust. She wanted what she really wanted. She wanted the eggshell back on. The feathers, the love. She broke away, away from the downed Kazuki, from Saya, from everyone.
She grabs the loose chicken.
And holds it close to her chest.
"I... love it."
"I love it all~"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel has ended the fight here.
The onslaught continues, as Jezebel unleashes one kick after another into him. Saya -- though she may not be gifted in the psychic ability department like her upperclassman friend "Miko" -- is insightful enough to know when people are trying to get a rise out of her. This... older woman, hanging every word not on the behavior of her soft-spoken opponent, but on the judgment of a teenaged Gedo student -observer- like herself.
The mic cable is pulled taut in her grasp -- white knuckles being only one of the traces of tension visible in the young Gedo student.
"Eh, it's not my thing now, but hey, if chickens are your thing... eh. you do you."
Saya glances over to the ref. Once it's become clear that Jezebel's done, and once the first aid team begins rushing in to adminster aid, only then does she start ambling over towards him. Her jaw set firmly, she's doing everything she can to keep from breaking her detached facade. Normally she is pretty good at pretending she doesn't care about people. But seeing Kazuki like this... well. It's not hard to see she's shaken.
Log created on 13:07:24 05/10/2017 by Kazuki, and last modified on 14:41:50 05/31/2017.