Description: When it is a Mafia's don's birthday, the families make piece. When Paciano Bollo's declares his own birthday party at the Cabaret Candide, what better way to celebrate than with a birthday feast? Representing the best in speed and weight, Hitomi is ready to tuck into the biggest delight, eating the delicious cake until her belly bursts! But imagine the hungry Hitomi's surprise as for Paciano's birthday when the sensual and shapely Bob bursts out in his finest, ready to entertain not only the done, but the hungry Hitomi with a fight! I- Wait, I think I messed up on the roles here, let me just make a note to edit this-
The buffet was absolutely glorious, so heavenly it seemed sparkle before her eyes. The food was free as she was here as part of the imported fighting entertainment, it was all expenses paid!! The student in her was absolutely thrilled, her major encouraging her to SLOW DOWN; pace yourself and pick out some of the more choice and healthier options... to save room for cake!! There's almost a little 'eeeee' escaping her lips as she checks out the decorative white marvel
Decorated by hand, frosted to such a perfectionists standard in pure white, the red strawberries atop really set it off.
The normally curvaceous Hitomi staring longing at the buffet appears even more-so than usual. Appearing a good 40 pounds heavier she's also wearing size appropriate versions of everything excepting her tailored denim jacket. A more generic one without the tailored embroidery she usually has across the back.
Why did they cook so many Turkeys though? They were going to have to throw so many out at the end of the night. Unless they donated some of the excess food to one of the many shelters in the city, it seemed a waste when so many were still living in temporary housing or piecing their lives together after.. well, After /that/ happened.
The hosts were delightful and other than a few odd requests she'd really done her best to help with, the stars were the folks behind the scenes they had really tried to make the event something special for the birthday boy.
Several days before, Bob was sitting in a small cafe and meeting with a client. He looked over several photographs, flipping through them gingerly.
"So you need me to get a lead on your son, and you think he was dealing with mobsters?" Bob asks, handing the photographs back over. "I'll do it. I don't like dealing with mobsters, but I can't turn down someone in need of help." Money is passed across the table to him in an envelope. "No need." Bob raises a dismissive hand. "We'll talk payment when I get results."
A few hours earlier, Bob opened a letter. He read it carefully, going pale. "No way..." he said, sweating beading on his forehead. "...but if that's what it takes to get my lead..."
The cake rattles a little on the table. Nothing spectacular happens with it, yet.
"Hey," one of the mobsters a tall, broad-shouldered man with a slick black hairstyle puts a hand on Hitomi's shoulder. "Youse the broad who's gonna eat all this spread?"
Hitomi pales at the prospect as she digests the request. Her stomach suddenly feeling very full and fluttery at the prospect. This was an awfully large table, as she cranes her head around to look at, it appears to distend away down into infinity.
"Uhm.. this isn't for feeding everyone here?"
It could seriously feed everyone in the room and then some. Scheisse! Those turkeys were suddenly a rather ominous and daunting sight. Picking up a little pasty she sets to nibbling on it, basically mashing it against her lips and giving the mobster a thumbs up.
Will I die if I eat this much? The pasty was good, Sooooo good and before long she's eating it happily if more nervously than before. Some people might find they would titter nervously or couldn't talk. While a mobster was asking her if she would eat... she ate! There was probably like several months' worth of food here to feed one person. She had searched out a drink but was otherwise trapped at the buffet, smiling and nodding and being sure to have a plate or mouth full every time someone came close to her.
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
The cake shakes again. The mobster gives a nod in affirmative, then steps over to another thug.
"Man, that girl Scarmoni got there's pretty cute even if she's a little thick. Didn't Scarmoni say he was sending two entertainers? Where's the udda one--"
And then something huge and slightly pink bursts out of the cake. It spins through the air frantically, then lands on the table amidst the crowd.
Bob plants his fists on his hips. He is wearing a tight, white button up shirt with no sleeves. Despite the lack of sleeves, it's decorated with a white collar and cuffs and black bowtie. His pants are black leather and far too tight. He smiles, his teeth practically sparkling.
"I heard someone was looking for some entertainment?"
The room has gone completely silent.
A bit of spice chicken wing went down the wrong way! Her coughing ceases abruptly, fist covering her mouth as she notes how quiet the room has gotten and her attention is diverted to the cake as it explodes upwards and the figure emerging at a high speed and velocity she tracks the movement only so far before the stunning realization.
Oh no, what happened? Hand still full with a white ceramic plate and mostly eaten chicken wing the girl backpedals and sidesteps before collapsing herself down as if she wilted under time lapse, a white platter like base nestled atop her head, the plate: now covered by the still frosted and remarkably intact uppermost layer of the cake.
The girl sighs relieved and forces herself back up to her feet. A thumb swiping along the front edge of her plate as though it were the brim of a fedora she steadies it and pushes it far back into place and balanced to give the offender a good eyeballing.
At that point there's a moments confusion. D-did they emerge from- were they a-? was this that kind of? There's a furious red tinge to her face that doesn't translate across her face rather well, the heavy makeup does a good job of hiding it but she still can't contain herself. That charming smile and aura, he came out of a cake! ... what kind of party was this?
"Wait a minute!!"
That accusing stare and sudden pointing gesture aimed down sights at Bob. it wasn't staged, it was righteous (she wasn't that an adept an actor.)
"I can't believe you'd go so far as to waste such delicious looking cake! Wasting food cannot be forgiven without a most sincere apology!"
Was, she actually serious and getting fired up about this?
"But of course!" Bob says, "If you're gonna have this kind of party, someone's got to pop out of the cake." Bob crosses his arms confidently. He looks around, the gathered mobsters looking at him with a mixture of confusion, repulsion, and...awe. He's a big guy, but he's so handsome...
"So who's celebrating a birthday? Bob asks, looking around the room. He spots Hitomi, and looks down on her. "Sorry about that," he says, but then notices who he's speaking to. "Wait, you look kind of familiar. Aren't you a professional fighter?" Bob has an eye for karate fighters, being a Freestyle Karate practioner himself.
"HEY," one of the mobsters yells. "I thought there was supposed to be some entertainment here!"
Being singled out even after she kind of did that to herself, Hitomi blanks out on what to say when she actually receives the apology for wasting food she was after. There was cake everywhere, all over the floor, top of her head; a few of the partygoers were brushing at spots of their clothes.
If she could melt through the floor and escape via harnessed embarrassment she might have sufficient levels on hand to manage the feat.
"I- No-...Not really!"
If anything it would be a relief if nobody really recalled or noticed who she was. More hate mail from Rainbow maniac's or Creg Marduks fans was all she needed. She'd had two fights with Rainbow Mika before but everyone was quick to point out that it wasn't wrestling; or in the second case that wasn't a 'real' fight, just a pool game. Nobody believed for a minute that Creg Marduk was challenged and defeated by a high school age kid. Both those fighters were former and current World Champions respectively. Hitomi wasn't in the same league.
She was a student. A hungry one that was seizing an opportunity, there wasn't much chance Ein would be found here, or recognizes her wearing all this padding and a suit which made her appear so much larger and more curvy than normal. She had to keep taking chances like this though elsewise there was little point to stepping out into the big wide world to search for him.
Her teeth sink into a savoury pastry before she realizes what she was doing, leaving it hanging half stuffed into her mouth she jerks nervously and winds back into a ready stance when someone from the crowd heckles. Cake balanced atop her head, Cornish pasty half munched and protruding from her mouth and wearing a fat-suit and padding that added just smidge of weight to her stance. It was hardly a threatening posture, hilariously comical and the crowds looking on were laughing aloud and smiling at the sight.
Her stance however was strong, balanced flawlessly, this was a fighter who would shift between defence or offense as required. A strong base and close set foot pattern, she wasn't locking herself in, clearly valuing mobility and flexibility over raw power. At least by appearances and in this current configuration.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi takes no action.
The table creaks slightly as Bob continues to stand on it, but it holds--for now at least. He glances around at the crowd for several moments, assessing them quietly. Several gangsters are whispering to each other. Some are chuckling. Bob does not seem to be particularly bothered by either. But then, Hitomi assumes a fighting stance. That, by contrast, gets his attention.
"That stance--!" Bob says, with surprising. He narrows his eyes, sizing Hitomi up. He pays special attention to the extra padding.
"You're a karate expert, aren't you?" Bob says, spreading his feet and raising his arms in a stance of his own. "With that figure..."
Bob gains momentum, clearly excited. "Miss, please, let's spar! Show me your technique!"
"YEAH," chimes in one of the gangsters. "Just fight already!"
COMBATSYS: Bob has joined the fight here.
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Bob 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hitomi
COMBATSYS: Bob focuses on his next action.
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Bob 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hitomi
She was feeling a bit rushed on formalities. No chance to even exchange names or more than pleasantries. She can't be seen to show no respect at all to an opponent, which would be scandalous. Clapping a palm to her closed fist she executes a fast series of three bows. One to the host, where the Don seems to be taking an interest in these sudden developments, to her opponent and the last directed toward the audience.
"Alwwrright th-n, hffer I -ome."
Mouthed around the golden brown pasty, A light bounce on her toes as she was still trying to get a feel for the extra weight she was carrying. Hitomi powers into the running charge, fair running on the spot a moment as she set her feet in some cake on the floor she still gets up to speed and jumps into a set of one legged kicks, a-mid then high snap fired in succession with her left leg before pivoting around to a spinning back kick right at the midsection.
The cake balancing well-enough throughout her assault, though her movements add a lot of spin and a hint of wobble to and fro.
COMBATSYS: Bob blocks Hitomi's Nami Gashira.
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Bob 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Hitomi
"Huh," Bob says, clasping his fist in his palm and returning the bow. Bob watches her with anticipation building. For such a big guy, he seems to have a keen eye for fighting. -- or maybe the cake just has his attention?
The first kick collides with Bob's forearm as he executes a traditional side block. He endures the first hit, moving to intercept the two and third with his forearm. The spin kick comes around, and Bob steps forward, his pants straining when he rises up to block it with a knee. For such a big guy, his reflexes seem remarkably fast!
"That's some technique!" Bob says, and then the counterattacks with equally surprising speed. Bob snaps forward with a quick right followed by a swift left. He pivots on the second hit, spinning deftly around on a puddle of icing to deliver a two-fisted axehandle.
COMBATSYS: Bob successfully hits Hitomi with Fast Break.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Bob 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Hitomi
There is no reply; the girl beneath the cake platter straight up vanishes with the axe handle blow. Like a tablecloth expertly pulled out from under a dinner set she flies away and at nearly the same velocity, crashes down on the back of her neck and continues a thumping and tumbling roll into a table setting which disintegrates in a shower of falling and breaking plates, cutlery launched into the air and a fountaining geyser of napkins and condiments. The ketchup bottle squashed under her makes a fart sounding noise as she shifts her weight and rubs at the back of her neck to try and sooth some of the sting out of it.
That had hurt rather a lot; she didn't have much of a chance to worry if she'd gotten any of this mess in her hair or on her clothes, instead focuses on picking herself up! With all the grace and style anyone would expect while watching someone multi-task trying not to slip, also not squash anything else and to right what they'd already knocked over, all while wearing a cumbersome suit.
The embarrassment keeps her honest, it was probably really funny to see form the outside. She plays into it a little for the laughs of the audience; it was part of the gig! The job was to entertain the patrons and fight was still ongoing.
It still hurt however, a sinking and cold, feeling in the chest and icy pit in the stomach. To be laughed at instead of joked with always seemed mean-spirited. She was never really sure how the clowns at the circus managed to cope with or think about it as part of their acts.
'I'm fine.. just.. clumsy me. A-heh"
She smiles cheerfully in the face of the teasing and from the posture where she starts striding back into the fight, tugging her gloves on and tightening her fists she obviously intends to keep fighting. Picking up the pace she continues into a hopping and direct straight, she raises the knee, kicks out with the blow and stamps down hard afterwards, altering her angle of attack. She noticed the movement earlier, that spinning. The hit had sent her flying, she wasn't certain what was up just yet but she recognized karate, she knew it to the bone and yet this style being practiced by her opponent used an entirely different set of rules regarding footwork and stance. Still powerful, not grounded.
Honestly, it was kind of scary in the way it was 'breaking all the rules' that they would teach as the truths and fundamentals of the art in the dojo back. When you wanted to land big power, you dug in then used your entire body to move that power and force to the intended target.
COMBATSYS: Bob endures Hitomi's Medium Kick.
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Bob 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Hitomi
Bob swings his axehandle until the end of the arc. While Hitomi is recovering, the big man stands up and sweeps his blond locks back. He gives the crowd a winning smile, even as stomach wobbles in almost hypnotic fashion. Even so, there's something mysterious about him. Charming, even. He smiles brightly at Hitomi, giving her a thumbs-up.
"That's the spirit!" He drops back into his neutral stance, once foot slightly behind with his front foot lifted up and resting on the heel. His fists are raised in a lazy sort of boxer's stance.
And then, Hitomi is charging back at him with a straight punch into a combination. Bob steels himself, ready to take the attack head-on. He powers forward, letting Hitomi smash into his belly, then stepping forward to catch the kick with his thigh. It knocks Bob back, pushing his leg out from under him and sliding him backward. The tablecloth rolls up in his wake, plates and glasses spilling in the floor as Bob slides down the table. He's finally forced to plant his palm on the ground to keep from falling over.
"Not bad at all!" Bob says, rising back up. "You've got some pretty good power, but that makes me wonder..."
Bob suddenly steps forward, then throws his belly out to bodyslam Hitomi with it. It's certainly not as heavy as a punch or a kick, but Bob definitely knows how to throw his weight around for that mysterious, rulebreaking power...
A button pops off his shirt in the chaos.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi blocks Bob's Giga Jacker.
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Bob 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Hitomi
As Bob slides away in response to her attack Hitomi adjusts her guard with a traditional sweeping of her arms and turns to maintain her focus on him. Bright blues eyes falling on the toppled and lopsided mass on the floor, paused in contemplation of a fallen and now inedible dessert. The white decorative icing was smushed and lopsided, surrounding it were the similarly coloured fragments of her plate. It was now inedible, kind of dangerous to even think of tasting. It had looked so good though!!
She, held a grudge over that last piece of cake being wasted.
With the attempted bodyslam Hitomi lifts a foot and her knee makes contact with elbow, a wall to ward off the press and she bows backward and steps off when he makes contact. Hitomi could take a punch, it's when she stabs her feet back down to the ground in a very different attack posture would the danger senses kick in. Already bowed back she half turns her torso to cock the fist at her side. She would demonstrate all the power she could muster in a single strike. It wasn't a part of Makoto's style but it followed a lot of her principles and determinations. Overwhelming power though practice, training and strengthening your fundamentals.
There's almost an inrush of air around Hitomi as the move winds up, perceptible movement to the air before she steps in and punches straight for that belly. She hardly moves in terms of distance, the fist not even moving quickly but the force behind it was heavy. The only difference between using this move against an opponent she wished no ill harm or injury to rather than the terrifying Creg Marduk: Hitomi was striking with a loose and empty fist rather than a tightly clenched one.
Her style of karate, either because of the girl or the teaching seemed to focus on tournament legal and less impactful rather than harming strikes and blows.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi successfully hits Bob with Fudo-Fujin.
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Bob 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 Hitomi
The cake meets an ignoble fate. Bob winces as it goes down, realizing too late that he missed his chance to save the delightful dessert. To his greater surprise, however, Hitomi blocks his belly blow like a pro. He steps back away when she defends against it, shifting his stance in preparation for the counterattack.
He is not prepared.
The power punch smashes through Bob's guard like a sledgehammer, launching the big man down the table. He slams onto the end of the long table with a wheeze, rubbing his stomach as he takes a moment to get up. It is then that the table creaks and strains.
And finally collapses on his end, the legs giving out. Hitomi may suddenly find herself launched like a catapult, Bob acting as the counterweight.
COMBATSYS: Bob successfully hits Hitomi with Medium Throw.
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Bob 1/--=====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Hitomi
Hitomi says, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiie"
With a girly squeal hitomi flies a fair distance through the air, windmilling arms and panniced look on her face as she comes down hard and sprawling on a select group of patrons. The Mobsters mashed below her as a groaning and complaining mattress that softened her fall a little. The birthday boy laughing uproariously at the audience participation included in the show.
Air Hitomi was more wishing someone's knee wasn't currently in her back, and another guy was poking her with something in his pocket. Not an ideal landing spot, but far from the worst way to hit the ground.
Honestly. They could have cleared a nice big space for the fight. Instead that seems to be where they needed room for the cake containing her opponent, this whole thing seemed like it was pretty badly organized but everyone was still doing their best.
She had to climb over and across a couple of the guys to get back to the floor, where she rolls off the last guy, across her posterior and back up to her feet in one smooth move. Having the table break underneath them and send her flying was an education.. This whole place was kind of a health and safety nightmare; Stabbing implements on each and every table, a floor slick with cake and spills.
But it was also fun, and there was a reward at the end of it. All you can eat buffet. All. you. Can. Eat. Those words were magic to a student or anyone else who had to make do on a tight budget.
"Here I come!!"
Hitomi leaps up onto another table as she begins her dash back, one leg touching off it to add even more height as she descends upon Bob slashing down with a guillotine like crescent kick."
COMBATSYS: Bob blocks Hitomi's Shingetsu EX.
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Bob is rubbing his belly--then his head--when the table collapses. It takes him a moment to get his footing, and the karateka then takes another moment to dust himself off and wipe away form stray from his backside. This likewise gives Hitomi some time to get out of the dogpile and back into the fight. Perhaps a little too long?
The scythe-like crescent kick descends on Bob, but this time the man is ready. He crosses his arms up and above, catching the kick against both forearms this time. "--huh," Bob says, and then, more quietly. "So it's a suit, huh?" he whispers, practically balancing Hitomi there for a moment with his strength. "I thought for a minute someone else had figured out my training method. The name's Bob, by the way. I usually try to introduce myself before trading blows, but," he gestures at the crowd.
And then Bob breaks away, shoving back against Hitomi to get some distance. When he does, he charges at Hitomi in a deceptively fast sprint. The heavier karateka thrusts forward with two open palms, aiming to crash into her midsection with crushing, cannon-like force.
But without even waiting a moment, Bob presses forward, rolling into a carthweeling overkick as a follow-up to close the gap in his defenses.
COMBATSYS: Bob blitzes into action and acts again!
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Bob 1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Hitomi
COMBATSYS: Bob successfully hits Hitomi with Granchi Cannon.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Hitomi blocks Bob's Light Kick.
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Bob 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hitomi
Hitomi struggles with her leg being held up, still exerting pressure but definitely caught on the back foot. There was always a downside to being defended against and being left open or off balance, this was sometimes the price paid after a bad tactical decision. Cake bits worn into the tread of her boots and ketchup and other condiment smeared on her jeans she was not looking her best while her opponent still looked messily styled and a little rumpled. Both blue-eyed fighters lock at an impasse while Bob appears to consider something.
His determining that she was wearing a suit to increase her size seemed a judgement call and something he was curious about. Wasn't it a part of the fight description... she had it assigned to her as a role!
She answers automatically when his own name is offered. What was that about training? His size was related to his style, but he was so-
Her ribs and abdomen compact in beneath the fat suit bust before she's sent skating backwards across the cake strewn floor, almost ready to pitch over and fall to her knees, desperate to refill lungs with precious air she maintains her feet and even manages a capable block of the cartwheeling follow up. A capable block which she leans into and attempts to trap Bob in the same predicament she had been in a moment earlier.
Eyes squeezed shut against the pain and resolving herself to not go vomiting up her recent nibbles in the midst of a restaurant and birthday party. She swings an arm up and over hoping to cross the back of a knee and keep Bob pinned upside down as she delivers two quick gut shots and a rising knee to knock him away from her.
COMBATSYS: Bob blocks Hitomi's Moka.
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"Nice to meet you," Bob says after he finishes the cartwheel and lands upright. "Not bad on that block..." Bob notes, smiling with a brief flash of pearly white teeth. "But yeah..."
"That's my secret. Speed and weight! Karate with maximum power and no loss of speed." Bob sweeps his hair back. When he stretches, another button pops.
But then he's on the defensive as Hitomi goes for his knee. He staggers but braces himself, blocking with his forearms then elbow. The rising upper sends him skidding through cake icing, almost falling on his butt.
"Unfortunately I've still got work to do," Bob says, "but let's talk shop sometime!" Bob suddenly spins forward once, twice, three times. On the third spin he goes airborne, using the gathered momentum and his considerable weight to deliver a backwards spin kick.
COMBATSYS: Hitomi counters Grater Langouste from Bob with Yamase EX.
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Bob 1/----<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0 Hitomi
This fight took an unusual turn where the introductions and pleasantries took place now, deep into the fight when they were both already showing sign of injury. If anything though, her opponent seemed really nice and relaxed about the whole affair. Forthcoming about a training regimen she didn't really understand but could hardly argue with the results of.
If she practiced the same style would she see the same kind of benefits in power? Visions of a Hitomi of similar proportions to as she was now smashing cinderblocks to dust with a speedy twirl and smash, overwhelming multiple opponents with amazing 'speed and weight' style, as Bob called it. It appealed! And seemed fun, but at the same time.. *BUT* visions of Ein as she last saw and remembered him, walking past her and failing to recognize her. That was a painful spectre for her mind to dig up.
Modestly shaking her head and setting her long fringe and short bangs swaying. The image dispelled and heart fortified she focuses on the present. Her lips curl into a natural and possibly thousand watt smile in response to the offer to talk shop, she definitely wanted to learn more, but there was a time and place for that.
"I'll look forward to it!"
Unlike Bob however, she wasn't really into this because it was a job anymore. A fellow karateka had appeared and blindsided her with the existence of entirely new style she was completely unaware had existed. She needed to test herself against it. Like she needed air, or food. Makoto she recognized for her amazing dedication, the power and the spirit along with intensive training which gave Makoto her edge. Younger than hitomi but fiercely strong. Bob style was different, how? She had to experience it first to really know. Her back foot raises up onto its toes, part planning! part nervous anticipation! If she let him gain a lot of momentum there was no telling how hard she'd get walloped. She'd have to meet this attack head-on no matter the risks involved.
As Bob begins to launch into his second revolution Hitomi is already in close, watching and waiting for the swing, high or low? As he moves into the third her own rush to meet him falters. If he hit her now after all this windup!! She could swear there was a whipping to the air and contrail to the extending leg that would become the high kick.
Her heart was doing a minute mile in her chest, mindful of the rapid beats and surging adrenaline she was usually confident in her abilities, and everything in her body screamed in unison: 'nope!!'
Raising her forearms to guard and falling backward as fast as she can her open palms contact with the leg and gently fold back, applying minimal resistance but pushing herself further away, the force throws her backward to the ground with fast enough she doubles over and folds in half in a remarkably uncomfortable break fall that would do a professional stuntman proud. The attacking leg passing by over her buttocks as she continues her roll across the back of her shoulders and into a crouch.
There was her chance to turn things around, SIEZE IT!
Standing into an uppercut Hitomi buries her fist into the underside of Bobs jaw before he can react to her unorthodox avoidance, applying all the pressure she can she manages to propel him into the air and with a spiralling motion to her body she winds up and stamps out a thrust kick to clip Bob, add a little extra momentum and send the airborne Bob whirling away.
Bob can clearly remember practicing a different style before. He remembers taking to karate like a prodigy as a younger man, building up his strength and endurance through rigorous training. Recalling the amount of effort he put into it all, he also clearly remembers the turning point: a crushing defeat at the hands of a much larger, strong opponent.
He remembers pouring over all the literature he could find, looking for a way to tap that strength without compromising speed. Every karateka before him seemed to emphasize one or the other: blinding speed or crushing power. Never before. Finally, he reached an epiphany and began training to it. He sacrificed everything to attain his perfectly-engineered body, and here he is now.
Despite it all, there are still new summits to climb. Hitomi slips past Bob's guard, but by then he's committed. He wooshes past her in his third pin, but then she's below. The rising uppercut strikes him in the chin, driving him out of his spin and up, up toward the ceiling. The force drives him skyward, smashing him into the ceiling and knocking big pieces of tile down. One lands with a splash in a bowl of soup.
"Huurgh," Bob exclaims, but he steels himself, launching back off the ceiling in a downward spiraling uppercut to try and return the favor to Hitomi. As she kicks off, his shirt finally splits open, exposing his manly (and wobbling) chest and belly. He crashes into the ground, even if he misses Hitomi.
"Great...job!" he says, offering a thumbs-up...right before he flops over into unconsciousness.
COMBATSYS: Bob can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Hitomi just-defends Bob's Spiral Rocky!!
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Hitomi meets the comet-like descending attack with an upraised forearm, the screwing motion almost immediately tearing away the sleeve of the jacket, ripping apart the stitching and the padded arm of the suit beneath coming away with a horrible Velcro sounding rip. The baggy fabric hoovered up like spaghetti being wound around a fork, she had to break the clinch between them before it dislocated her shoulder, crushed her elbow or broke his wrist.
Her free hand closes around Bobs forearm and clamps not to stop the drilling motion so much as synchronise herself with it. No longer being bored against Hitomi likewise spins with her feet sliding on floor. The pressure and pain on her elbow where the fabric felt it was cutting of circulation was the worst of it, the dizziness at being spun like a top coming a not so close second.
Bob dropping to the ground when the momentum runs out all she can do is respond by hopping backwards and try to steady herself, knees together but feet spaced apart for balance she can't help but continue to slowly lean to one side. One arm cradling the other and struggling to free it form the foam and denim. The arm released is tinged red and damp with sweat from a mixture of heat and exertion. The bicep crossed by a striping of horizontal scars as though slashed by a metal claw.
Both fists raised and back in stance she blink as he offers a thumbs up and words of encouragement and takes a step forward with her arm reaching out as he falls.
"..! ..Thank you for the match!!"
The bow is swift and formal. For the first time she notes the change in the audience who are hollering, shouting and whistling. There's more than a few of the attendees splattered with cake and food, more so than Bob's bursting out of the cake would have caused. There's plenty of cake to go around and more than a little food fighting, drinking and revelry. Birthday party mission: Success?
Hitomi rubs the back of her head and half turns back to her opponent.
%When he awakens there is a booth cleared out for him to lie in and on the other side there's a much smaller and borderline too skinny girl sitting opposite. Eyes smiling happily as though she's in heaven with her hands wrapped around a self-made and filled to the point of bursting burger, she's in the midst of biting into when she notices he's awake.
"Ohaiyo, the party seems to be a big success."
Still in full swing with the real if much smaller birthday cake wheeled out, the birthday boy's family arriving in late and not even they proved immune or unscathed by the food fight.
"I saved you some cake."
Hitomi sets her own burger down and shifts another plate on the table across towards closer to Bob, the plastic fork manipulated to stab, cut and scoop a mouthful sized bite which she extends toward Bob's mouth, feeding him?
COMBATSYS: Hitomi has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:23:23 10/24/2017 by Hitomi, and last modified on 18:27:37 11/07/2017.