Fightfest 2023 - Round 3 Bonus Stage: Sarah vs Buford vs Chevy

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Description: The Battle Of Three Generations Take Place In The Docking Bay of the Death Star. Sarah as 'Rey' Skywalker of the latest trilogy of Star Wars faces off against Chevy as Princess Leia of the Original Trilogy. But instead of an Anakin facing off against those two on behalf of the Prequels, Buford brings the now uncanon Kyle Katarn in a battle for the fate and future of Star Wars.

Chevy wouldn't exactly call herself a Star Wars fan. But she also wasn't one to take half measures on assigned homework. And it didn't take long to watch the first Star Wars movie again, just to familiarize herself with the basics.

And now, with the movie's scenery fresh in her mind, it's... awe-inspiring to be able to walk right onto the the hangar bay she'd just seen in the movie. Surely, the set designers are huge fans of the movie series, as they've faithfully reproduced the Death Star's polished durasteel flooring, the accent lighting, and the intricate detailing on the ramps -- to say nothing of the full-scale mockup of the famed Millennium Falcon!

Her new agent seems to be a big Star Wars fan also, as he was able to wrangle a professionally made Princess Leia costume for the up-and-rising NFG competitor. All garbed up, Chevy looks like she'd come straight from Detention Block AA-23, replete with hair buns and a pristine white dress, sparse on details save for its high collar and ornately detailed belt.

Though, -should- the dress be pristine white? In the movie, didn't the group stop in a garbage compactor along the way? It seems Chevy's agent picked up on that detail, since the pole she carries around has been styled to look like the support beam that kept the brave adventurers from being squished. And the buckets that typically hang from said pole have been swapped out for Stormtrooper helmets. In addition to her not-quite-canon weaponry, Chevy also carries a replica E-11 blaster rifle strapped to her belt. It's probably not loaded.

For the moment, Chevelle is busy touring the set, marvelling at how accurate each of the set pieces matches up with the movie that's still fresh in her mind. Sure, it's probably hollow and non-functional. At least, she hopes that's the case. But still, impressive craftmanship! Each setpiece she examines brings a smile to her face -- a smile reflected in the highly-polished floor.

"Hmmm mmmm mmmm, not the Leia costume I would have preferred, but an adequate one nevertheless." The tone comes from a rather large and portly man, dressed in black slacks and a white top. His trenchcoat is gone as well as his fedora, revealing a rather prominent combover at the top of his head. His stubbly neckbeard seems to be even less taken care of than usual, overgrown into short curly hairs and dyed black. At his waist, his bamboo sheath is barely covered up as some belt decoration. His hilt is shared more prominently, actually looking a lot like a proper Star Wars prop, and he allows it to dangle from a leather strap at his hip. He still has the protective prescription goggles, and as he strides forward, head held up high, approaching in Chevy's as he somehow looks down on the set.

"You might not realize it, but you are wearing the costume of the character 'Leia Organa.' Not Leia Skywalker as some folks might confuse her with, but don't worry, she is definitely related to Luke Skywalker." Buford gives a chuckle through his nose. "Oh, spoiler warnings of course. These are all setpieces in the Star Wars series. I'm not exactly a fan you might say, though I very much appreciate certain aspects of the fandom." He gestures a hand at his costume, smirking proudly. "I am Buford, Big Buford as my friends and rivals call me. Of course that's not who I am dressed as. You might not recognize my character, naturally, it's not one of the mainstream ones a female like you would have picked up with the cinema releases. I had hoped he would have at least made an appearance in Rogue One, they really did the fandom a disservice by excluding him entirely from that movie. Though I suppose it's better than an easter egg or cameo or 'inside joke' where they just kill off their parody to 'subvert our expectations.' Oh. Pardon me, I forgot entirely." He looks up and down Chevy, eyeing the pole with the helmets for a moment. "What do you think about Legends versus..." Buford pauses to hold back a scoff. "Canon." He makes air quotes.

The new voice catches Chevy's ear. As she's looking away from him when he speaks up, he might not see the brief twitch of her eyebrow -- though a camera would. When she turns to him properly, she's all smiles -- though she's racking her brain to figure out if he's even -in- costume. Even though she and Ichika had a little chat about Buford, she nonetheless maintains a cheerful disposition as he walks closer.

Right until he presumes to tell her which character she's costumed as. An eyebrow arches, at that.

Her smile grows.
"Yeah? That's... that's helpful, thanks! My first boyfriend was a huge Star Wars nerd, but it all kinda blends together for me."

Chevy rests a hand on her belt as Buford continues his introduction, causing the E-11 rifle to shudder slightly. She decides to hold her position for the moment.

"'Big Buford,' huh? Paw used to get that whenever we'd stop at Checker's." She smiles pleasantly, extending her hand for a handshake. "The name's Chevelle. Or Chevy. Whichever you prefer."

At earliest opportunity she'd return her hand to her hip, one finger tapping on her pole as she thinks.

"But, hmm... who would you be...?" She does not place the character -- and that irritates her, because she'd -love- to out-nerd this guy and prove his assertion about 'females' wrong. But as her mind sifts through long-buried memories, the only thing she can think to offer is a corny movie quote.

As she circles back around into his view:
"'You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.'"
She raises one hand to cover her mouth, letting out a quick laugh.
"Sorry, the first movie's still fresh in my head, I don't mean nothin' by that. Haha!"

Curling her hand for a polite cough, she adds, "So yeah... Iiiii..." She looks past Buford, hoping to spot their third bonus round competitor, to no avail. "... have no idea who you're dressed as, sorry..."

She stops moving, once she notices Buford examining her costume and props a bit more pointedly. That eyebrow arches again: the question of 'Legends' vs 'Canon' stumped her. She's clueless -- but for right now, she's still sociable enough to play along.


She gives her pole a quick toggle, sending the stormtrooper helmet-buckets spinning.

"... I mean... Legends?"
Chevy's eyes search Buford's for any glimmer of response, any hint towards the 'correct' answer.
"I mean, I guess? I think you lost me -- is that a nerd question?"

"You're welcome!" Buford responds to Chevy thanking him for explaining things, shaking her hand right back with a little too forceful of a grip. Encouraged to explain more things to her, Buford can't help but guffaw merrily at her comment about his name. "CHeckers, checkers, bwuhahuhuha, oh, but I am more into chess actually." HE didn't actually get the joke, but he got a joke, and that was more than enough as he releases her, and gives a bow. "Oh I apologize Chevelle, I forgot that not a lot of women follow the expanded universe stuff. I'm sure if your first boyfriend was very much into Star Wars, he would have more than educated on the details, though I imagine you were more interested in other things, Chevelle, hrm mmm mmm mmm'yes. Yes, yes, well, I haven't seen all of the first one, but I definitely has the gist of it, but no matter." Buford grins his mossy grin, exposing only a few missing teeth, as he rubs his hands together eagerly. "I can't help but notice you are in fact -quite- curious about what character I am dressed up as. Well, I can't deny m'lady such a request. I would be honored to answer a 'nerd question' for you."

Unwringing his hands a moment, he gestures over his full and husky form, highlighting every contour and curve. "Who I am dressed as, Chevelle, is someone called Kyle Katarn, who is a -very- tough and powerful guy, even before he became a Jedi. He is from a rich series of video games, I haven't played them, but I've seen them played and the lore behind them is absolutely incredible. You'd think that the modern canon would follow that, but well, with the recent changes they have made such an awe-inspiring character. Likely because Kylo Rens would be more marketable, I suppose, than just another badass who can punch apart dragons and even becomes a jedi to rival Luke Skywalker." He runs his hands through his beard confidently, smirking with those blubbery lips. "Naturally I found an affinity for such a strong character," Those hands now direct back at Chevy, as he points with one hand while he touches his other hand on his 'lightsaber.' "Much like I imagine you, Chevelle, found an affinity for a strong female character like Leia! See what it is Chevelle, is that when ownership changed with the Star Wars series, a large library of secondary official works were made not part of the official story, such as novels, television series, or even movies. They used to be canon as part of the Expanded Universe, but now they are considered... Legends, rather than Canon. I am sure if you were more well versed in the expanded universe you would have seen yourself as Mara Jade or perhaps even a Mission Vao. But," Buford has a twinkle in his eye as he nods approvingly at Chevy, as he begins to unhostler his lightsaber. "You hardly made a terrible choice by going with the classic, M'lady!"

Is the Force truly strong with Sarah?

Can she resist going to the Dark Side?

That's anyone's guess!

What is known is that she has gotten into the setting by wearing the costume of Rey. Her usual baseball cap and blonde hair are replaced by a wig, while her usual casual attire is replaced by Rey's standard attire.

"Truth be told," Sarah says as she checks her lightsaber, "I'm more of a fan of the newer films." She smiles a little. "Saw the original trilogy when I was a bit of a young'un."

Chevy has a lot of patience. She's able to withstand it when Buford lets her "Checkers" reference slide right past her. He's Canadian, right? Do they even have Checkers restaurants up there? So she takes that in stride, laughing faintly. Cultural faux-pas: no harm, no foul.

She's even able to weather the 'not a lot of women' jab. Though that does harden her expression just a smidge. She kind of did walk into that by invoking her first boyfriend, she supposes. She takes that in stride, laughing faintly.

Chevy's even willing to let the 'haven't seen all of the first one' remark pass. She's -not- a fan, and she's seen it at -least- once. How much of a fan can this guy even be? But she takes -that- in stride, too.

As luck would have it though, "Kyle Katarn's" invocation of the "Kylo Rens" appears to summon Kylo Ren's counterpart -- in the form of Sarah, costumed as Rey -- thus sparing her from needing to take anything -else- in stride. She waves cheerily to the new arrival as Buford finally gets around to answering the long-forgotten question...

"Hi!" chirps Chevy, as soon as she gets the chance to do so with -some- measure of politeness. "And yeah, that's what -I- was thinking, Buford! Go with whatcha know, right?" Chevy is then completely able to direct her attention to "Rey!" -- and she does so by raising her staff -- along with a plastic clack-clack of her stormtrooper buckets -- along with a slight splash of water from each.

"I only saw the one with Rey!" she answers. Clearly Chevy didn't... watch the others, for whatever reason. "She's pretty cool too! Great work on the costume, too!"

She snaps a quick knife-hand salute at Buford, at that. "I'll have to see if I can find a vid of that game, Kylo Katarn sounds pretty rad!"

Chevy looks over at the fight officials. Lighting is set! Cameras are in place! This is getting to be routine for her now -- and she's feeling charged and energetic! She takes a few steps to the side, putting a few meters between herself, Buford, and Sarah.

"Alright! We're all here, so I guess the only question now is --"

Chevy twirls her staff, revealing a wide swath of water in the wake of those plasteel-like helmets, before it gets gobbled up by a sudden stop of the staff. At which point she reaches for the blaster rifle tapped to her hip.

"-- who gets to shoot first! Me? Miss Kuzumi...?"

The barrel of her rifle starts to point to Sarah...
But then she points it at Buford's feet with a wide grin...

Is she -really- a fan or isn't she?!

COMBATSYS: Chevy has started a fight here.

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Buford was ready to blurt out even more facts and knowledge, when Sarah arrived. When the woman comes, his eyes go wide, looking first up top at her wig, and then down her robe all the way to her feet. He chortles and burbles delightfully. "Rey Skywalker! And Leia! Well, certainly some feminine characters, I can recognize how some of the younger fans would prefer the new films. Of course, there is really a lot of nuance in the prequels I'll be happy to explain." He brings the lightsaber handle to his lips, and he gives a deep inhale, before exhaling out a spicy yet musty cloud, that authentically evokes just like being at the Cantina Bar on Tatooine. It was the smell and flavor of Max Rebo, of Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes, with every breath filling you with the rhythmic funk of the music. It wasn't a very popular flavor for some reason, but Buford was more than happy to blow out the thick white cloud around him. Smirking, Buford brings the hilt to his waist, and with a deep mechanical vvvvooosh, pulls out his now glowing blue blade with both hands.

Buford's cherub like features light up, as Chevy shows interest in Kyle Katarn. "Oh, Chevelle, and the name is Kyle Katarn. It's very easy to conflate the Kylo and Kyle, but he is very separate from Kylo Ren. But nevertheless! I hardly would find it befitting to stand by why you two lovely young go at each other like angry cats. I would be honored if you would have me, Chevelle, I would hardly be a gentleman and a noble knight if I didn't encourage the first blow. But I must warn you, m'lady. I have struggled quite mightily with the females in this tournament to my surprise. But I suppose it is fitting in this modern age for women to be able to keep up with even trained warriors." His eyes almost twinkle, as the corner of his lips curls, glancing back between Chevy and Sarah. "Thus, I cannot promise I can hold back against even two women as lovely as each of you."

COMBATSYS: Buford has wandered into the fight here.

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"Yeah... Rey Skywalker, of course," Sarah says, obviously having forgotten that Rey had a surname after all. "Right, let's get this started, shall we?" The fact she's not using Capoeira but rather Star Wars styled combat makes this feel a bit on the awkward side. Nevertheless, the blonde-haired disk jockey does her best to keep herself looking like a Jedi.

Who shoots first?" Sarah blurts out after a moment. "You can't use guns in a fight like this!" For a moment, Sarah gets so flustered she forgets what she's doing. "That ain't cricket..." Sarah pauses. "Oh wait, yeah, of course, who took the first shot huh?" She grins nervously. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see who takes the first attack, right?"

COMBATSYS: Sarah has joined the fight here.

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Chevy's head tilts five degrees to the right when Buford and Sarah start talking about 'Rey Skywalker.'

"Huh..." It would seem she missed a movie or two. And no one really got the reference she was -hoping- to have made. But it's around the point that her mouth parts to voice a question... that the vape cloud drifted right past her. The Carolinian, starting to sidestep away from the cloud, finds herself forced to stow her blaster and cough into a balled fist. *Cough cough cough*

Clearing her throat -- finally -- she looks back at Sarah and nods her head weakly. It might be bad form to faint before the fight even starts. But when she turns to Buford she realizes he'd started talking again.

"Oh. You're giving me dibs?" Her eyes light up. "Why, such a gentleman!" Guess that answers that!

Chevy notices the officials give them the nod out of the corner of an eye, and wastes no more time on the matter! She leaps forward, swinging her staff in a low diagonal, water streaming behind her buckets, as she aims it right for Buford's ankle! It might be a tough angle for a vapesaber to block, after all -- and if she makes contact, she'd aim to hook a bucket around his ankle, tug upward sharply, and bring Buford crashing to the hangar bay deck! "You got a bad feeling about this yet?"

COMBATSYS: Buford blocks Chevy's Corner Store.

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Buford guffaws a moment, as Sarah struggles to keep up with his vast yet impressive Star Wars knowledge. Even Chevy was seeming just a bit flirty to him, practically being in awe with his genius. Buford made a note to expose Chevy later to just a few of his favorite FightTubers. Being somewhat of one of those southern American type, she probably could appreciate some of those more y'all types, though obviously those virtual types would probably be too much for her simplistic mind. Perhaps if both of the girls were impressed with his breadth and girth of knowledge, he'd have to take both back to his hotel room to show him some of the Fightube videos he had favorited.

Overwhelmed at the thought, he barely has time to react when Chevy leaps at his. Gasping aloud, he swipes his blade around wildly, startled as the fight suddenly happens. One of the three swipes manages to come low, and he is able to pin it down briefly just short of his ankle. The staff that is. Not the bucket, which does get around his ankle. As it jerks him up, he yelps. Flying through the air, he seems to attempt SOME kind of roll. Tumbling across ungracefully into the hangar bay deck, he comes just short of hitting one of the TIE Fighters just sitting there. Laying flat on his back, he groans. "Hardly, M'lady! You just took me by surprise!" Buford states brightly, his cheeks practically glowing. It seems he still wasn't getting the reference. "You see it's more than just being a gentleman, it's being a Jedi! A Jedi Knight must always act with the highest honor, especially towards those of the female persuasion." He burbles merrily as he huffs and puffs, trying to hoist himself back up into a stand. Struggling, he brings the hilt to his lips.

Drawing in a deep breath from his lightsaber, he unleashes a billowy cloud of white, the thick mist of that strange fragrance boiling out all around, enveloping him. The tinny sound of the Cantina Band erupts from the depths as the mist spreads. The thick shape of Buford begins to hustle, moving through the cloud like a rather thick and ponderous bolt of lightning. With the steel drums acting as his thunder, the neon blue glow of the 'lightsaber' flashes from the mist, attempting to slash at Chevy's arm as he dashes past and away, heading towards Sarah. Fortunately, the light part was mostly harmless. Unfortunately the saber part was less so.

Sarah isn't quite up to par with the Star Wars movies, alas. She's just going by what she knows off the top of her head. But now is not the time for things like that. Now is the time for action.

While she, too, has a lightsaber, she is still moving in a manner similar to the ginga stance from Capoeira. All the while she's keeping an eye on things for the time being. This is not the type of fight she thought she'd ever have to deal with, which is why she's a bit cautious at the moment.

"My goodness, I should've focused on improving my mastery of the Force before I got here," She says in a slightly jocular manner. Nevertheless, she keeps her eye on the other two, trying to formulate a mental plan of action.

COMBATSYS: Sarah focuses on her next action.

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COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Buford's Spirit Of The Samurai.

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Chevy, blissfully ignorant of whatever delusional fantasies Buford has cooked up, just sees him as a Kyle Katarn cosplayer who she'd nearly lobbed into a TIE Fighter. (And thankfully not a TIE Fighter pilot!) But when he recovers, she flashes him a polite (and not flirty) smile. "Gentlemanly or not, you'd better start fightin' back..."

A moment later, she ... sees him vape. Which isn't really fighting. And it's kind of... -not- something she's seen in mid-fight from other fighters. With furrowed eyebrows, she raises her staff, gripping it loosely in both arms, as she catches a glance of the ginga-dancing Rey off to the side. She is rather amused by the addition of a lightsaber to the unique motions of the ginga, at least...

Her admiration is short-lived, though, as a form emerges from the vapors! A quick motion sends the stormtrooper helmet-buckets swinging as she brings her pole high; the pole shudders with a *crack* sound and the splash of water, just before the deflected blade clips Chevy's shoulder! "Nngh..." But better than a full-on strike, at least!

But at this point, she turns to see where Buford has dashed. Choking back the mild pain, she swings her pole in a different direction -- and water begins to flow from the spun buckets...

"Yeah, uh... you know what they say about that..."

Chevelle spins rapidly in a 180, unleashing the water from one of her buckets. As the spinning water hurtles forward, it spins into a mostly spherical teardrop shape, surrounded by a faint glow of qi!

'Leia' calls out as a suggestion: "'Reach out -- with your feelings!'"

For someone like Buford, it was often easy to conflate 'polite' with 'flirty'. Of course, Buford was going to attempt his own 'politeness' a little later. He had wanted to spread his attacks around, spread the seed of his samurai honor from lady to lady before him. It was meant to be Sarah's turn. Naturally the ronin has his own opinions on someone like a capoeirista. Riding the mist like a stately horseman astride his mighty steed, the jedi stops as he sees her do her ginga stance. He chortles merrily, letting Chevy make her strike as he restrains himself. The white mist thins but for a moment, revealing the body behind the shape as he watches Chevy and Sarah with great interest. He scratches his hand at his neckbeard, as Sarah ultimately confesses her own insecurity... and Chevy makes a reference about her feelings. How quaint!

"Mayhaps I could advise m'lady on some techniques with which to master the force." Buford explains, as he closes in before Sarah. As Chevy lets spill her water, the swordsman stays his blade as he studies her, well, her technique in motion. He arches a brow as he brings his lightsaber to his rubbery lips, inhaling and exhaling deeply, the cloud around him growing thicker and thicker by the second. "I mean, while you are basing yourself on a character who clearly wasn't designed to go through a proper character arc like a normal, well, non-female character to put it like that, you can still deviate away from that Kylo Ren and be more like a proper Skywalker." Buford suddenly starts choking and gagging, his lungs overfilling with the thick creamy mist as the music from Evar Orbus and His Galactic Jazz-Wailers blasts out in tinny monophonic sound. Gagging as the cloud completely envelopes him, the blade briefly dances around him, whirling around before the shadow of his frame doubles over, Buford audibly struggling with the dankness of his vapors.

COMBATSYS: Buford pushes himself past 10% of his strength and chokes on his fattest cloud yet...

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COMBATSYS: Sarah blocks Chevy's Rinse Cycle.

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Chevy and Buford are a pair of unique fighters. And Chevy is definitely intending to wash Sarah up with the Force... or rather what could be her equivalent of the Force. Water coming at her quite fast. What does Sarah... erm, Rey do?

She blocks as best as she can, using her lightsaber. Unfortunately, it doesn't provide as decent of a defense as it could. Leaving 'Rey' feeling a bit hurt from that.

"The Force is strong with you," 'Rey' says as she recovers from the attack. "Don't fall to the Dark Side!" Then she uses her free hand to shoot forth a projectile that loosely resembles a large looking butterfly. "Just let it flow through you!"

COMBATSYS: Chevy parries Sarah's Flash Butterfly!

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Chevelle never really liked cigarette smoke. She isn't crazy about vaping either, but at least whatever Buford's got is a little less obnoxious than Marlboro Reds. Something she noticed in the last exchange, though, was that her water droplets seemed to play a part in diffusing the clouds...

For now, though, she's content to let her water split across 'Rey's' lightsaber, continuing on in diminished fashion. And she finds herself crossing her eyes at the conflicting messages about the Force.

She reminds herself -- there are bigger fans than she here. And she doesn't want to invoke the wrath of the Star Wars fans, for they are legion. Good advice from her agent!

But what she -does- see is two things: a cloud of vapor and a big freakin' butterfly. Which reminds her of her friends' descriptions of how they spent their weekends.

The butterfly's more of a threat though. And as she'd already been moving closer to the pair... she drops down low to the ground, spilling the contents of her bucket onto the floor -- and uses it as a slip-and-slide to speed right under the butterfly?!

"That sounds painful -- I think I'll pass!" she calls out -- as she high-sticks her pole behind her, hammering the blunt end of her pole into the butterfly!

"Alley-oop!" she cries, using the boosted momentum to send herself hurtling forward even more swiftly, right into the vape-cloud of Buford! But right before impact, she kicks off the deck -- letting her momentum hurl her into a body-splash attack as she tries to tackle him down to the deck! ... at least, assuming he -hasn't- actually become one with the Force, of course...

COMBATSYS: Buford dodges Chevy's Marsh Mud EX.

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As Buford gets his vapor under control, he gives a hearty grumble as Sarah unleashes her butterfly. Straightening up, he babbles as he studies from the safety of his cloud... somehow. It's the lights. "Forsooth, she might be a little butterfly, and green black and blue make the color of that sky. But you see, I am someone who is strong, but still a little shy. Perhaps now, she has met her Samurai! But how am I going to keep her in my net- whoa!" His musings are interrupted as Chevy shifts her attention on to him, and very swiftly at that. She rockets straight into the cloud, the thick fog. And when she reaches the shape with the full body splash... he is gone?

"Bwuh Hwa Hwa" Guffaws Buford behind her, as his shape begins to ebb and flow as a shadow on the mist. Almost as if he somehow teleported within the cloud. "Sorry M'lady, but this tournament has proved to me that I shouldn't underestimate females in close quarters combat! Even a jedi like myself cannot stay his blade against a gentle maiden like yourself!" Before she can rise up, he suddenly surges with a swift punitive strike, the blue lightsaber flaring in the vapor as the warning. Lunging in, he gives a wide, wild pair of slashes, swinging wildly as he chases at Chevy. The mist begins to thin, fading around him as it exposes his hefty half-form.

'Rey' can only shake her head as she sees that her attack was dealt with quite effortlessly. She would make a comment, but she's not quite sure what to make of the whole thing. Instead, she simply keeps her attention focused on her opponent. "Quite skilled you are," She manages to get out, feeling like a fish out of water with her lack of knowledge of the Star Wars universe. "But do not let your guard down!"

This time, 'Rey' chooses not to use anything special, instead attempting to use her lightsaber to her advantage. "En guarde!" She calls out as she goes at her opponent who just dealt effortlessly with her projectile.

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Sarah's Aggressive Strike.

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COMBATSYS: Chevy counters Fierce Strike from Buford with Low Tide.
- CRAZY Hit! -

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As if the irksome poetry weren't enough, Chevy wasn't even able to find the elusive Canadian swordsman within the cloud of vape mist. Gritting her teeth, she steps backwards from the mist, keeping her eyes on the advancing Sarah, while keeping her senses focused on the sound of Buford's voice. Or, you know, reaching out with her 'feelings' to him.

Thankfully, Sarah doesn't seem to be as disturbed by Big Buford's rambling about 'maidens' and 'females' as Chevy is -- and she's happy to indulge! The redhead rests one end of her pole against the floor of the hangar deck, holding it -- perhaps a bit too tightly -- with both hands as "Rey's" lightsaber comes clanging in. Sound effect kits make that really cool snap-hiss sound as the saber crashes against her decorated pole. Two things happen: Chevy's arms get jarred like crazy from the aggressive strike, and some of the water starts to spill out of her buckets! But then a -third- thing happens: Buford emerging from the mist with wild slashes of his saber!

Chevy shouts, flinching backwards and raising her hands in front of her, fully letting go of her staff! But that's when something -super crazy- happens: the splashed water, now glowing a brilliant blue, sweeps in like a giant oversized hand in concert with her motions...!

And in just one split-second, Chevy realizes with widening eyes that she'd actually -caught- Buford's vape-saber with her watery chi! Panting at her adrenaline-boosted perception, she moves to capitalize on the surprise... and moves with Buford's motion, using his momentum against him! She aims to lift him right off the ground with her momentary dominion over water chi, spin him around a bit -- and then power slam him into the side of a TIE Fighter's hexagonal solar panel!

"Huuuaah!" she cries -- for no reason other than to express her complete surprise that something like that actually -worked!-

It is quite jarring, for when the mist turns to water, Buford is caught off guard.

The cleaving assault is suddenly turned around, as his own fog ends up mingled within the splashing water of Chevy's. He is surged straight back into the Tie Fighter, smashing the prop with his hefty and healthy frame. Groaning as he collapses down, he tries not to waste time to recover. Flapping and flailing as he brings himself up, he whips his lightsaber around in a form much more in line with the prequels than the original trilogy. He rubs his shoulder gingerly, wincing in pain, before rubbing his chest. Gasping, he looks at Chevy, and brings the lightsaber to his lips for a puff. Removing it, he speaks aloud.

"M'Lady, it seems that you are a waterbender of sorts."

He smirks, bringing his hand to a fedora that, that isn't there. There is no fedora. He pats around his head a bit, before remembering that yes he did not bring his Fedora to this fight. He levels his lightsaber from Chevy to Sarah, then back to Chevy. He nods. "And it seems that you have mastered my moisture, mmm'yes." He gives Chevy a coy wink, and then, begins to charge at Sarah. Bringing around a massive full moon swipe, the light saber 'vwooooshes' as he brings out the full force of a horsekilling strike. In the same singular motion, be brings the saber to his lips, exhaling a fat cloud around him.... before bursting from within it, in a singular dashing slash at Chevy, twirling his blade after he passes by Chevy in dramatic flair, before bringing it back to his hip, the light fading.

"Heroes and Bad Guys / Aliens, Droids, and Spaceships / The Force is with you."

COMBATSYS: Buford blitzes into action and acts again!

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Chevy            0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Buford
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Sarah            0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Buford successfully hits Sarah with The Last Blade EX.
- Power hit! -

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Chevy            0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Buford
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Sarah            0/-------/=======|

The Force is with some, but is it with 'Rey?'

Unfortunately not.

The girl finds herself caught a bit off-guard, and she's hurting quite a bit from that last one. "Owww... bloody hell," She mutters under her breath before getting back into her stance.

"How unfortunate that the Force was not with me that time, but perhaps this will be different!" With that, 'Rey' puts her Lightsaber to the side as she does a diving roll, heading for Buford, before attempting to pop up with a swift uppercut. Now THAT's using Force... in more ways than one!

COMBATSYS: Buford successfully hits Chevy with Bushido Of The Blade.

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Chevy            1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1           Buford
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Sarah            0/-------/=======|

Chevy wouldn't know her Ataru stance from her Juyo. But she doesn't have time to worry about a response when Buford's over there talking about moisture.

Gross. Chevelle lets a nose wrinkle stand as her complete statement on the matter, drawing the water back into her buckets as she brings the pole to a nearly horizontal position.

Out the corner of her eye, she catches 'Rey' out the corner of her eye. Grinning, she seems pleased that the combat is starting to get a little more exciting! But when she turns back to Buford, she realizes that he's doing more than just spouting poetry now: he's trying to do that samurai slash thing, running her -through- with the blade.

She bites down hard, a pained scream dying in her throat.
To her credit, she had raised her pole up to try and block it.
That much is obvious when the water splashes everywhere, completely -drenching- her.
The Leia costume's fabric is white, and it's not very thick either.
So it's practically plastered to her as she sinks to one knee.
And now she's -freezing- as she catches her breath.
To say nothing of the biting pain shooting through her slashed abdomen.

Exhaling through clenched teeth, she mutters, "Ugh... is... is that a /haiku?/" She's thankful that 'Rey' is there to draw Buford's attention for a moment, giving the waterbender the opportunity to channel her spilt water into a more usable configuration. And once he's turned to address 'Rey?'

Princess Chevy rushes forward, swinging her pole in a wide, heavy, overhand stroke -- aimed not to clobber Buford per se, but to leverage him to the ground! And if she manages to connect, there'd be a pool of water underneath him to suddenly =blast= a geyser upwards, juggling him into the air so 'Leia's' trash-compactor-styled pole can sweep him out of the air -- courtesy of the stormtrooper buckets -- to sling Big Buford around across the side of the (probably expensive) Millennium Falcon setpiece!

COMBATSYS: Buford blocks Sarah's Roll With It.

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Chevy            0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1           Buford
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Sarah            0/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Buford interrupts Spout Toss from Chevy with Dewy On The Mist EX.

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Chevy            1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0           Buford
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Sarah            0/-------/=======|

As the last slice rings out, and his haiku rumbles, he chortles to himself as Chevy notices how he had in fact done a haiku. He turns back over, trying his best to look cool. "How bemusing. A gaijin like yourself is aware of the noble Oriental art of Hai-" he doesn't quite finish that thought because he very clearly notices just what had happened to Leia's robes. His face turns bright crimson, as a rather bashful smirk spreads across his face. For the record, yes she was wearing clothes underneath. and while Buford was certainly was aware of the female form, especially consider the thousands of not tens of thousands of hours he has dedicated in studying and understanding it. With countless figurines and statuettes, to say the least with his experience with virtual people online with this very circumstance! It was just that, well, he has never seen such things in a real person before- outside his family of course.

The moment is interrupted as Sarah comes flying in, shortly followed by Chevy. Against Rey he keeps his lightsaber in place, refusing to break it out. That makes blocking awfully hard, but he does so with pure size and weight: He gives the punch a rather rough and direct shoulder check, taking the full force into his shoulder and groaning on impact. But it allows him to bring his attention back to the oncoming Chevy. And still blushing, he readies his blade, before whipping it out. As the pole comes down, he starts jumping up, sweeping his blade upwards.

The results are almost choreographed in their chaos. As the pole slams down on him, the first slash of the blue lightsaber rakes across Chevy. He was still spinning in spite of his aching shoulder, especially with the duo of Sarah and Chevy now. As now the swordsman becomes drenched, and blast of water easily blows Buford up, as he spins upwards. The second spin comes, the second slash rips out at Chevy. At that point a third slash should come, but Chevy was getting scooped up for the follow through. But his free arm lashes out through one of the helmet buckets, and as it pulls, he grips that pole. Getting locked in it, he does not get sent away with the pivot throw, bringing the entire dual assault into a cataclysmic mess, audibly dislocating his locked in shoulder as he loudly whines. The third slash comes with a fourth and fifth as he almost instinctively just beats the lightsaber wildly at Chevy.. But as he finally lands on the ground, now in a terrible clinch with Chevy, he ceases, regaining his head as he turns a sopping wet head back over to Chevy.

Face still beet red.

"M'lady," Gasps Buford coyly as he keeps grabbing on the bucket, refusing to release it, robe dripping wet and clinging to his healthy and husky form. "It seems your own moistness has gotten out of hand between us both! Mayhaps after this fight we can borrow a towel fort-wit to dry out with... " He gives his best attempt at a wink as he bares those mossy teeth in a grin, unconsciously looking down for a split second. You could almost see the steam rising from his body, he was blushing so intensely up close.

"Don't worry, like you, I am wearing something under it!"

It seems that 'Rey' is a bit flabbergasted by this whole thing. She's trying to maintain character and all, but her accent slips here and there. Nevertheless, 'Rey' keeps things going as best as she can. She's got the Force within her apparently. Even if Buford defended against her attack. "Quite skilled, I must say," She comments.

"Nevertheless, I will not back down so easily. The Force provides quite a few abilities that do not require my lightsaber, and here is one!" With that, 'Rey' demonstrates a sideways kick that looks more like Capoeira than the Force. Then again, who said the Force doesn't teach techniques like that?

'Rey's' commitment to the bit is admirable. Whereas Chevy forgot she was even supposed to be playing a role. That might be because her attack sequence was perforated by a number of lightsaber strikes -- short, one-handed strikes, but a series of them that nonetheless culminates in a good deal of pain. And having her usual rhythm offset by 'Kyle Katarn' clinging to her pole just induces even more stress on the fledgling fighter.

To say nothing of the words 'Kyle' lets out during the pair's entanglement -- which induce almost as much intestinal damage as his wild vapesaber flailing. Chevy's cheeks start to turn pink -- but the color fades as her cheeks swell from the resisted urge to vomit. It was supposed to be a free-for-all... but Buford seems to just keep inspiring Chevy to attack him, and him alone. Strange, that!

She notices 'Rey' coming in with a kick though. And as she fights back her bile, she... lets go of her staff and grabs for Buford's shoulders.

With parted eyebrows, she responds, "Bless your heart."
Right before she seeks to grab hold of those shoulders.
And twist sideways sharply.
She's aiming to use 'Rey's kick as assistance in folding 'Kyle' to one side.
And then slam him into an upswelling geyser.

"Thanks, but that's a 'no' for me!" Wit has its place -- but outright refusals are not one of them.

'Kyle' can hold onto that staff if he wants to, but that just makes it an easy-to-grab handle for Chevy to regain her hold on him -- and then swing Buford up and over for a powerful bodyslam to the deck!

COMBATSYS: Buford blocks Sarah's Medium Kick.

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Chevy            0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1           Buford
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Sarah            1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Buford with King Tide.

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Chevy            0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1           Buford
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Sarah            1/-------/=======|

When Buford sees Chevy blushing faintly at his own charms, grace, and scents, he burbles pleasantly.

"My kokoro is honored at your blessing, Chevelle. That's my heart, you know." He coos. He was more than ready to overwhelm her with even most charming but discreet moisture comments, when Sarah comes roaring in as a Rey. First a sopping wet Leia, and now a jealous if even tsundere Rey practically meowing for attention like one of his online kittens? Buford brings his lightsaber around to help shield against the kick, against depending more on bringing the impact to his healthy frame than anything else. His attention goes away from Chevy, focused on Sarah. "M'lady, please, I know it is natural for you to crave an almost fatherly attention from a figure as myself, as it is part of your inherent biological-" Buford was about to explain in greater detail about the nuances of logically and objectively females find him attractive. However, to his surprise, he was interrupted by Chevy. Not to compliment him, not to make certain coy and provincial inquires about his Star Wars know-how. No, it was to hook him around, and -slam- him on the deck. Pancaking him away, he lets out a scream as he spins and rolls, his natural frame assisting with the weight and momentum as he promptly flies ff the deck into a sort of ring out. Somehow, he manages to combine both a Wilhem scream with the goofy kind in that natural Alberta twang. As he collapses out of sight to the sound of pipes and props collapsing and falling, there is silence. Only the mist hangs off the stage. But nothing is ever really gone.

Somehow, Buford has returned.

Bursting from the mist, a billowing cloud of purple stank rises up in grape-scented fury. IN the midst of the mist, the vague shape of Buford is there, the blue lightsaber clutched with both hands, his knee lifted up as he almost glides forward. He wasn't dashing towards Chevy, no. He was dashing at Sarah as the mist floods out all around them both. All around, like a shadow, the form of his indistinct. THen, he begins to slash from multiple sides, faster and faster in the indistinct shape in the mist. Until with the final slash, he turns his back to.... to Chevy? Where almost for a moment, one could barely see a poorly formed Japanese character at the back of his sopping wet robes, shaped by the mist.

Buford immediately goes limp and falls forward, letting out a deep moan of pain.

COMBATSYS: Buford can no longer fight.

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Chevy            0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1            Sarah

COMBATSYS: Buford successfully hits Sarah with Musarama Wrath.
Grazing Hit

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Chevy            0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1            Sarah

It seems Buford has gone down for the count, leaving Chevy as the last remaining target. "It seems that one has fallen, but the Force shall always be with him!"

'Rey' then turns to Chevy. "And now it is time to finish this. The Force is with all of us. It guides us through this!" With that, 'Rey' brings her lightsaber up again.

Then she puts it down briefly as she moves towards Chevy. "Perhaps I shall show you my favorite technique!" She drops down onto the ground and props herself up on one hand. Then she begins to spin around quickly. She attempts to strike Chevy twice, once with her upper leg and then once with her lower leg.

COMBATSYS: Sarah successfully hits Chevy with Tornado Warning.

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Chevy            0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1            Sarah

"Ugh, /cringe/..." mumbles 'Leia' as she slams Buford down, not wanting to offer him any further remarks for him to twist out of context. Though, as she sweeps the spilled water back into her buckets, she happens to catch note of the way the soaked fabric is clinging to her skin -- understanding a bit more of -why- he had such a response. If it weren't for the black lycra she -always- wears while fighting, she'd have been even more embarassed.

Cheeks a flush crimson, she turns up to 'Rey' -- just in time to see the mist fly at Sarah, unleashing a lightning storm of blue light that culminates in... some weird-ass kanji character that she doesn't know.

"Huh," she mumbles, "I guess that was kinda cool."

Now, though? 'Rey' recovers quickly enough to respond in character. 'Leia's' eyes widen in return, as she draws her staff up in anticipation. Lightsaber versus really long staff? Is this even a challenge? ... Only then, 'Rey' drops the saber. To which one of 'Leia's' eyebrows arches upward. "S-sure, let's see it!"

Chevy doesn't plan on sticking around for it though -- as soon as 'Rey' closes in, she makes a move to dive to the side. The weight of the water in her buckets slows her though, and two boots piston into her - *wham WHAM!* Chevy skids backward, driving the tip of her pole into the deck as a brake.

Panting, she finds herself leaning on the staff for balance. With the bulk of her attention having been upon ending the bad poetry, there was only a smidgen of gas left in the tank for the battle between the franchise's epic female Jedi leads.

"So... uh... right! May the Force b-be with you... " she stammers, as blackness crowds in upon her vision. She pushes away from her staff, unsteadily holding her balance as she whips the pole around into four rapid spins, water gurgling from within the spinning bucket.

"... uh... -always!-" she adds, halting the pole's spin with a two-handed grip -- and launching a barrage of chi-infused water at 'Rey!' "Yeah..."

Mind, after that, the water-soaked Princess of Alderaan will sink to one knee, brow wrinkled in a mix of pain and exhaustion. What an amazing fight!

COMBATSYS: Chevy can no longer fight.

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Sarah            1/---====/=======|

COMBATSYS: Sarah parries Chevy's Nor'easter!

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Sarah            1/--=====/=======|

One last burst of the Force it seems...

The Force is strong with Chevy, but even stronger with 'Rey!'

Not only does she manage to parry the whole attack, but it comes off effortlessly. In the end, only one is standing.

'Rey' is impressed that she's managed to win this fight. Then again, the power of the Force is quite amazing!

"Well fought, both of you," 'Rey' comments as she smiles a little before hunching over a little. "May the Force be with all of you."

After all is said and done, 'Rey' proceeds to head off so she can change out of this costume and into her usual attire again. Cosplaying is fun, but behind the costume there is still a normal person.

COMBATSYS: Sarah has ended the fight here.

Log created on 15:15:28 05/03/2023 by Buford, and last modified on 04:19:26 05/25/2023.