SNF 2006.11 - Destined Duel! Frei vs Jiro

Description: None of the following were hurt in the making of this log: dogs, psychic bishounen, Stands, or Ansatsuken fighters. (Winner: Frei)

Ah... Harajuku Bridge.
This landscape is greeted with the warm fall as the seasonal weather is making a transition from the warm to the cool weather. But with the sun providing added heat, the atmosphere is rather welcoming for the weather. For the Japanese land, this area has been reserved for the Saturday Night Fighters. There are girls squealing out for the fighters to come out, and there are many cosplayers watching; ranging from folks dressed up as people from Final Fantasy(Squall, Cloud), Full Metal Alchemist, and even shows like .hack.
One fan even moves to the camera, looking like Haseo. He yells out, "OOOOVAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!" Before a cosplayer Kite smacks him upside the head and pulls him back.

Meanwhile, behind the van...

"You gotta be ****ing ****ing me. This is bullshit. I am not wearing this."
"You got to, this is for the match."
"Screw you, I'm out."
"Do you really want to walk out on your adoring fans."
"Watch me."
"If you walk out now, the next match you could be in could be more ridiculous. Besides, you probably have friends at the bridge, watching."
"Grrrr..... Sonovabitch."
"Oh, don't forget to go 'wrrryyyyy!' for the intro."
"....Bite my ass."

There was the conversation.

The announcer shouts, "Annddd... emerging from the van.... the lone dog that is as fierce as the animals around him... The Stray Dog! Jiro Kasagi!"
Slowly emerging from the van is none other than the Stray Dog, who had to wear something for the occassion. It is a.... Stray Dog costume. This is complete with a pointed ear that seemed to have been bitten off, he bears ragged fur, and a dark bushy tail. The costume is fully on, and the only thing visible that resembles Jiro is his face.
That is scowling. Right at the camera.
Of course, he is not alone, as he has a few stray dogs following him for the added motif of the 'Top Dog'.
Tsch. He's sticking with Neo League after this.

Passion. It's the only way to describe Harajuku Bridge, a gathering place for people with all sorts of ideals and desires, who pass between each other like brightly colored ships in a crowded harbor. The sounds, the sights, all are a deafening orchestra of sensation that washes over the street traffic. Adding Saturday Night Fight to the mix is a bit like throwing gasoline on a fire. Howard Enterprises has been locally billing this as a "cosplay battle", and that's drawn more than the average crowd. The sea of humanity surrounding the cordoned-off central bridge area is like looking at an otaku's wall of posters.
But where is Jiro's opponent? Everyone knew that if it was a cosplay battle that Frei Tsukitomi-Renard must be involved in some way, shape, or form. The gregarious monk's predilection for amusing costumes, getups, and gimmicks is a testament to his consummate fighting showmanship, the kind of ecclectic display that may have lost him the 'coolest' title from the previous week but is certainly all the rage with the type of person gathered in Harajuku. As it is, the challenger's corner is cordoned off with portable curtain racks.
Finally, at long last, there is a hush from that end of the bridge and the music dies down slightly as the curtains part...
...and out steps 5'6" Alma.
The resemblence is *amazing*. Except for the height and the cast of the facial features -- Frei's British heritage being qualitatively different than Alma's Portuguese background -- the young monk's feminine good looks and natural charisma make him an excellent body double. His normally pale skin has been bronzed with liquid tan, all but the tips of his fiery red hair dyed the same sandy blonde as the fighting model. He is dressed very similarly to how he was during the style-off of the previous week: a tight green turtleneck and dark tan corduroys hug his frame, his feet comfortable in worn brown leather shoes strapped over the instep. Even his *carriage* has changed; he moves more purposefully, striding instead of walking, standing taller.
When he sees the Stray Dog, he smiles gently, the pale rose of his lips quirking into a faint smile as he drops into stance... more Tai Chi than Kung Fu, but good enough for government work.
~ I don't know how he does this, ~ Frei thinks to himself. ~ My face hurts. ~
There's a beat.
~ ...and why am I talking to myself? ~
Bringing up a hand to brush gold-red bangs from his eyes, Frei smiles at Jiro and relaxes, trying to tune out the crowd. "Alright, Jiro... please." And he actually sounds like he means this.
" your best."

COMBATSYS: Frei has started a fight here.

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Frei             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Jiro has joined the fight here.

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Frei             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Jiro

After dismissing the Strays, the young man waits for the opponent in an angry manner. The young man exhales a sigh while he leans his back at nothing in particular. "This... cannot get any worse." Jiro is wondering how did he get himself in this mess. Oh, right, he signed up with the faint glimpse of hope that he'd get a less lame match. Not quite.
And then, _ALMA_(?) shows up into the stage, "..." He stares for a long time, as if trying to sense who the figure is. The Stray Dog is staring out at the older man for a few moments, realizing who it is. One can see Jiro's eye twitch as he adopts the 'wtf?' expression.
~ Urge... to kill... rising... ~
A Xiangfei cosplayer, seeing Frei-Alma, calls out with hearts, "I LOVE YOU!" She fawns before collapsing.
The Stray Dog grumbles under his breath, glaring at the cosplayed Alma, "Right..." The Stray Dog is about to charge forward until... the music blares out 'What is love?' on karaoke. "...What...?" Jiro stares for a few moments.
A few seconds later, a large man starts jumping into the middle of the stage, cosplaying as Faye. The gut is spilled out of the clothes that are too short for him to be wearing, and the man is doing a booty dance. That's right folks, it's Man-Faye.
"..." Jiro stares in pure horror, resisting the urge to clothesline the man as well while his right eye keeps twitching.
Of course, by then, the SNF security show up and the Man-Faye starts running away from the guards. The music turns off.
"...I m never asking that god damn question -again-." He growls, then he sprints off towards Frei's direction with a feral look on his face. Winding his right arm out, the young man aims to take out his head. Since he wants to cosplay Alma, he is going to treat Frei _LIKE_ he would treat Alma.
By taking off his god damn head.

COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Frei with Strong Punch.

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Frei             0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0             Jiro

Fralma... not was counting on Jiro responding with *anger*, per se. In fact, he only has time to blink before Jiro decks him in the jaw, nice and hard. The monk's head snaps back slightly from the impact... that certainly looks like it stung. But with considerable grace Frei turns his backward momentum into a sweeping twirl that puts some distance between himself and the Stray Dog. And man, we can't use 'Fralma' anymore, it sounds like a city in Ivalice.
~ Okay. What would Alma do here? Something something rhythm something... ~ the monk thinks to himself, trying to get into the spirit of the thing. Sweeping to his feet, he chuckles at Jiro and gets back into stance, flickering blue-white light starting to swirl around his hands. "I don't know how he does this," Frei admits, trying to smile. "These shoes are killing me."
And then without warning he sweeps one hand forward, cupped, as if tossing a ball underhand, a cloud of ice crystals vaguely shaped like 'flame' sweeping out from that motion and blurring toward Jiro in an amorphous mass of blue and silver light reflected from them. "I watched a whole year of SNF videos to get the quote right, so... Kuu Seiha!"

COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Jiro with Hyoushou Rengeki.

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Frei             0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0             Jiro

There is that huge bit of satisfaction on Jiro's face as he clotheslines Frei, but he did not quite fall. His aim was off, but no matter. Once Frei closes himself away from Jiro, the Stray Dog grunts and then he says, "You'll live." With that, the young man aims to avoid the shards ice forming into a 'flame' shape coming at his direction.
Unfortunately, he hisses as he can feel the sudden snap of pain strike him as the chi envelops on him. Well, there is one thing that Frei can't emulate, thankfully. Or rather, sadly.
The Stray Dog narrows his eyes at Frei, then he is about to charge in at Frei, until he sees a young boy with a large ball. The boy is cosplaying The Prince of the Cosmos.
Musing for a moment, Jiro walks over to the boy with a smile, "Hey, can I borrow this for a moment?" After receiving the ball, Jiro is rolling it towards Frei's direction.
Gotta roll the katamari.
Then, he aims to swing the ball out and release it right at Frei's face. He aims to roll Frei in the god damn ball in one shape or form.

COMBATSYS: Frei dodges Jiro's Large Thrown Object.

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Frei             0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0             Jiro

Probably one of Frei's greatest untapped strengths is his unflappability in the face of absurdity. What Alma thinks of as 'rhythm' -- the sense of the moment -- he seems to feel as a constant surging flow, like a tiny wave that moves forward and eventually becomes an unresistable tsunami. Frei, by contrast, experiences individual moments disconnected from each other. He doesn't think about the past or the future; he just does what seems like a good idea at the time.
This is why, when the giant katamari comes rolling for him, the monk flips forward, reaching out with a single hand and doing a brief handstand on top of it before finishing the flip and landing on his feet in a graceful crouch, rising slowly with a grin, blonde-scarlet hair drifting across his face for a moment as he does so. You can almost see the rose petals drifting about him as he does so. A few people in the crowd gasp.
Frei seems to open his mouth to say something, but suddenly shuts it again. ~ You're Alma. You can't make ball puns now. Say something dramatic. ~
"Surely that's not your best," the monk says, letting his voice drawl out as he gets into stance, a faint halo of energy humming around him as he gathers his strength. Psychic he may not be, but wielding energy is still more second nature to Frei than fighting is. "Put your heart into it!"

COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.

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Frei             1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0             Jiro

"... *snort* SNkkk.. BAAA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!"
It would seem one of the spectators this match is late. And sure, she's late, but it doesn't make it any less funny. And on top of that, it's no good when people are laughing along with her- It makes her want to punch jaws. The obnoxious laughter comes from somewhere along the front lines, from a teenage, long-haired yankii who's cosplaying as.. Well, let's say Arisa Uotani since there's little difference in appearance anyway.
Cackling madly behind her mask, Crimson Shadow points wildly at Jiro, while her other hand presses down on the head of the spectactor that was in her way of comfortable viewing, "Oh my /god/ look at'em! Look at'em, oi! Oooooooooi Jiro!! Is your new gimmick the 'Stray Bitch' now or something? It's working for ya! Baaaaaaaa ha ha haaa!""

"..." See, the Stray Dog was feeling a bit better about clotheslining 'Alma' to have alittle fun. But right when Frei quotes Alma, the Stray Dog grunts. Okay, so Jiro will just aim to beat Frei as if he was Alma. Kinda how a runaway slave would be beaten. So, the Stray Dog tightens his fists with narrowed eyes, "Tsch. Fine, you want it..."
The young man runs off towards Alma with narrowed eyes, "Fine! You can have it!" Being in the costume has some strange urges at times, kinda like, "AROOOUUUUUUU!!!" He aims to launch his right leg out to smack it againt Frei's face, then he is spinning around to swipe his tail at Frei's cheek, then he aims to draw his right fist out to draw forth a burst of flames along the arms. Fueled by rage, the burning flames sear the air as Jiro suddenly draws his form forward, aiming to slam the fist at Frei's gut.
He can hear a voice that he did not want to hear anymore.
~ God damnit! I thought I was not going to ask 'how can this shit get worse?! ~
Next thing he knows, Sakura will tell him go 'wrrrryyy' all the way.

COMBATSYS: Frei just-defends Jiro's Exploder Knuckle!

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Frei             1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0             Jiro

Sadly for Jiro, Frei is actually getting into this Alma thing. He can, in fact, feel it in the back of his mind... the entire fight being a tide, tugging back and forth but surging inevitably onward, controlled only by the earth and stars. Something inexorable and unstoppable, primal. Sure, the source of the energy is different, but the direction's the same.
~ Didn't you just get done thinking to yourself how you're NOT like Alma? ~ That sound you hear is the fourth wall shattering into a thousand tiny reflective fragments.
Meanwhile, the monk has to deal with Jiro's incoming attack, but he does so with a dancer's flair, the halo of energy around his body shifting hue to a bright silver-white as he calmly interposes one hand to stop the kick, then another to stop the tail with seemingly no effort at all... and the searing flame punch is stopped dead by a sudden upwelling of that silvery yin energy that totally absorbs Jiro's flame, and is itself too deep to be broken through by Jiro's actual fist.
The light dies down to reveal Frei, unmoved and still smiling placidly, as the silver glow starts to rise again. "Tag," he says carefully, before driving a single punch toward Jiro's stomach, glowing with that same light...

COMBATSYS: Jiro endures Frei's Gekkou Nocturne.

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Frei             0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0             Jiro

...which is all he needs to get the attack rolling. The halo of silver energy becomes almost unbearable to look at as Frei lashes out at Jiro with a flurry of three quick hand strikes -- "Hou! Hya! HAH!" -- before swinging around and driving his foot squarely into the Stray Dog's costumed tummy, sending him floating backwards just long enough for Frei to rush forward, shoulder first, in a low-altitude aerial tackle, his body a veritable living arrow of light.

The fist strikes true.
...Or. At least Jiro thinks it does.
Unfortunately, the young man has been proven wrong as Frei is revealed to be unmoved by the multiple strikes. This is rather agitating, especially once Frei seems to be getting the upper hand on things. Once Frei draws the punch, the young man grunts as the silver light becomes blinding for him to see. Growling nder his breath, the young man lunges himself forward into the fist despite of the sharp pain digging deep into the core of his body.
Then, the foot strikes him to send him back. While Jiro is flying back, he is caught into a tackle by Frei, which causes the Stray Dog to grunt in pain. "Ugh...." He coughs up bit of blood, then he growls. First thing he does is that he aims to slam his elbow at Frei's back, then he draws his weight out to slam his knee at the man's stomach -WHILE- still in the tackling position.

COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Jiro's Light Kick.

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Frei             0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0             Jiro

Fully in the act now, the monk doesn't miss a beat; as he tumbles out of the shoulder tackle he swings both hands out, as much to block Jiro's attacks as to stabilize himself as he heads toward the ground. His right hand catches the elbow; his left pushes down off Jiro's incoming knee and sends Frei into a low arc back to a standing position. The whole time his eyes were closed; he used the ebb and flow of Jiro's chi to send his movements rather than watching. Working on instinct instead of technique.
For a moment, all Frei does is stand there, steadily, eyes heavily-lidded. However... ~ Whoa. Headrush. ~ But Alma does not wobble. And thus Frei does neither.
Finally he straightens, smiling brightly at Jiro as he falls back into stance. "Interesting. I wonder if emotional intensity spills over into a person's chi field," he murmurs, unable to stop himself from being the chi scholar for just a moment. However, there's no more time for that. Glancing to the side, he espies the previously mentioned Haseo cosplayer complete with foam chainsaw sword. Twisting to the side, Frei gives a winning smile to the young man, says smoothly, "May I borrow this?", and then spins forward at Jiro in a diagonal slash from shoulder to hip. "Hya!"

COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Random Weapon from Frei with Bull Fist.

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Frei             0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0             Jiro

"... 'AROOOOO!!'?? Wh-- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??" Crimson cries, clasping at her head and completely laughing her ass off. In fact she ends up falling to her knees /anyway/, pounding her fist at the ground and is completely lost in the hilarity, her face turning a tinge of red, and her eyes crossed.
Clearly someone here is having too good a time. It takes her a moment, in fact, she misses a fairly crucial part of the match, and she eventually manages to get to her feet again, gasping for air and a hand on her stomach, "Christ, you've got to be kidding me, I nearly died down there," she huffs, and then opens her big mouth once more, "You're doing awesome, Jiro! Next you can Roll Over, or Play Dead him to death! LOSER! ASSCLOWN!"

This is not good. The Stray Dog does not get to actually make the mark that he wanted to make on Frei. With the fact that Frei even managed to strike him After Frei does manage to get himself to some form of safety, the Stray Dog lands on the ground on one knee, growling under his breath. Jiro is annoyed to say the least. That is why he turns around to face 'Alma', who now has the chainsaw sword. "Shit... An Edge Punisher." He growls, then he launches back to wind his fist and he says, "SEI!"
Jiro is beaned upside the head with the 'sword', "Sonova..." He growls under his breath, staring at Crimson Shadow. ...Must... resist... urge... to use her as a javelin.

Apparently there's a certain degree of swordsmanship in Frei's blood that no amount of antipathy can erase; he comes out of the sword swing in a sweeping motion up and around to a stand with his back turned to Jiro, the boffa weapon slung over his shoulder as he looks up toward the sky. If part of the Alma act is striking these dramatically-improbable poses all the time after making attacks, then maybe the monk has the costume down after all. You can almost hear the quick double-tap of a koto in the background as he adopts the stance.
~ ...sweet. ~
The effect is ruined, however, when the monk walks over to the Haseo cosplayer and hands it back to him with a wink and a nod before turning to face Jiro again, his fingers twitching. If he wants to keep this up he can't lapse back into defensive postures like he normally does. So instead he plants his foot, and then sprints the distance between himself and the Stray Dog, lashing out with one hand as he gets close and exploding a sudden burst of orange-red light at his costumed opponent. "What am I supposed to say here? Oh yeah... SUBMIT!"

COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Jiro with Hizashi.

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Frei             0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1             Jiro

This is not good. Honestly, this is not good at all. The Stray Dog finds himself hurting as he is trying to recollect himself. Slowly emerging back onto his feet, the young man stares at the burst of orange-red light in his hands. Jiro releases a howling roar from the impact of the chi. Once the feeling of the burnng chi strikes home, the young man finds his body worn and lingered with the searing steam emitting from his costume. "...Grgnnn...."
He aims to draw back from Frei, as if to gain some distance so that he can recover himself. He rubs his forehead, muttering.

COMBATSYS: Jiro gains composure.

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Frei             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0             Jiro

Whatever sense of surging forward the Alma-tude has given Frei comes to a screaming halt when Jiro backs off to compose himself... something the monk doesn't remember the Stray Dog doing in a one on one fight in the entire history of their acquaintance. Blinking in surprise, as if coming out of a haze, the monk drops back and bounces on his feet a little -- a distinctly more Frei-like than Alma-like motion -- before glancing at his opponent with concern.
"S... sorry," he says, blinking. It's as if he were in some sort of haze that only just now is clearing, and not for the first time this fight he starts to wonder if, psychologically speaking, this was such a good idea. Rather than pressing the attack the monk hangs back, collecting himself in a less flashy method than before and trying to work out exactly what's going on here. A costume is just a costume... if you can't take it off when you want, there might be something wrong.
~ ...there might be something wrong. ~

COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.

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Frei             0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Jiro

"Awww! Poor widdle puppy!!" Crimson blurts out, making motions as if wiping her eyes, "Am I making you sad? Are you gonna cry!! You'd better shape up or I'm gonna beat your ass after your boyfriend does!"
Also, don't throw her like a javelin, please. She's juust fine over here at the sidelines talking trash and trying to make the Kasagi feel worse than he already does. Besides, when you can't even beat the guy in question, sometimes you just have to take what you can get. And the yankii is milking this one for /all/ it's worth, hands cupped at her mouth, this time yelling at Frei, "H- Hey, what are you doing! Put the dog down! Kill him! Kill!! Kiiiiiiiiiill!!""

Frei is right. It isn't usually like Jiro to actually try to pull back and recompose himself in the middle of the one on one fight. At this point, the Stray Dog really has no choice, and it is something that he is regretting doing. The young man lowers his head once, then he takes a few deep breaths. Standing up, the young man glares at Frei.
"Shut up and fight." That is all what he Stray Dog says. Then, the young man sprints at the older monk, taking a leap into the air before he aims to thrust his right leg out with a powerful roundhouse kick. Then, he aims to thrust the right leg down in a sweep, and then he will lean back up and step off with a left toe kick as if to help Frei on the ground, should the first two combo-kicks ring some sort of success.

COMBATSYS: Frei interrupts Heavy Kick from Jiro with Daichi Kudaki EX.

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Frei             0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1             Jiro

Well, at least if Jiro can get all mad and gruff-sounding then Frei is reassured that he's in good shape. If he started quoting Ezra Pound or something, that might have been one thing, but 'shut up and fight' is at least consonant with the monk's image of the Stray Dog. Thus the smile is back on his face as Jiro comes in to deal a strong counterattack.
Of course, Frei's defensive stance makes him ready for that; Jiro's initial aerial kick impacts solidly with Frei's shoulder, but it's not enough to knock him down and certainly not enough to prevent what happens next. The monk's hand moves out with snakelike speed, snapping up Jiro's ankle and swinging him through the air before he focuses Earth chi in his hands and, flinging Jiro up, thrusts out both palms to blast Jiro away in a burst of green motes of light. "Predictable!"
...the crowd goes silent. Even Frei himself looks confused.
"...sorry, wrong costume?"
~ Where did THAT come from? ~

Unfortunately, this is what one can say that is not quite pleasing for the Stray Dog. Finding himself in a tight spot in the match up. Once the leg is launched out at Frei, the Stray Dog is grabbed by Frei's arm, then the young man finds himself being swung around. Unable to escape his fate, he has no choice but to ride down the swing of death. And that ride is coming to a stop as he's launched into the air and he is greeted with two balls of death. "EGHN!" *BOOM!*
Jiro lands hard on his face, growling under his breath. He has to act hard and fast. This is why Jiro is in the bind of the fight. So, he starts sprinting towards Frei's direction, then he winds his right foot out to start launching it at Frei's gut. While the said foot is coming out, white flames engulf the foot in order to have Frei caught off-guard.
Should the first one strike, his hands will form a ball of white chi, fueled by th fury, then he aims to have the chi shoot out like a lance to strike true to the very center of the monk.

COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Jiro's Heaven's Diminisher.

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Frei             0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1             Jiro

Well, Jiro's only in an animal costume so he can keep making puns about balls, apparently. Frei, on the other hand, is left trying to salvage what he can of his earlier Alma cosplay-induced battle trance, but it might be that once you're broken out of it you can never go back. He grunts in pain as Jiro swings a leg into his stomach, but the ball of white flame is almost completely consumed in a sudden burst of ice that leaps upward from the ground like a pillar, the two energies cancelling each other out in a very pretty display of energies. Deciding to capitalize on that, Frei smiles placidaly and reaches out to snag Jiro by the arm and spin, shoulder-tossing him to the ground in a dance-like display of technique. "Did I already say 'submit'? I think I did, so... SURRENDER!"

COMBATSYS: Jiro counters Medium Throw from Frei with Public Execution.

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Frei             1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0             Jiro

"**** NO!" That is the Stray Dog's cry out as he pushes himself straight onto the young man's direction. "ARF, BITCH!" He launches his foot out to push Frei back from even grabbing him, then he starts sprinting forward to meet in close combat with Frei. Screw it. He is going to go all of the way with it, and he is at least going to show that he has a sense of humor while doing this. "Mutada."
That is the start of the combo, as Jiro lunges himself forward with several lunging punches, kicks, and more punches and kicks. "Mudamudamudamudamudamudamuda..." He spins around for a spinning hook kick and comes forward with a roundhouse kick to the gut on the opposite foot. "ZA WAARUDO!"
He reaches out to grab Frei, "Toki yo tomare!" He aims to launch the man into the air with his right foot. Then he launches himself into the air with his right leg spinning while lifting off of the ground. "Soshite toki wa ugoki dasu!" The foot aims to smack Frei right at the temple, aiming to send him crashing on the ground.
"Ah to da..." He lands right on Frei's stomach, then he draws both of his arms back while arching his back. The legs spread out and he grasps at the air as he calls out.

Crimson Shadow stands there with her jaw dropped, "..........." Words fail her. Her eyebrow twitches a couple of times, she really really looking for something to say here, but.. She really has no idea what. So she just stands there in complete and utter disbelief, then finally she raises her hands to her face, and shakes her head.
She shakes it for a good long time.

Well, damn.
And yes: ~ Well... damn. ~
Jiro just beats the living bejeezus out of Frei, evening the score in what had seemed so one-sided a fight so far. The monk may be lithe and pretty, but he's also pretty resilient... good thing, too, because he doesn't have the dexterity or energy to recover from Jiro's Stand assault, sliding across the ground a couple feet once he hits it and wincing in pain.
It's a struggle as he gets to his feet, but once he does, the monk's eyes are alight with amusement and the sudden rush of combat. After all, being smacked in the jaw makes you so much more motivated to return the favor. Surely, Frei must have something devastatingly dramatic to say in response.
"...did you just BARK at me?"
Maybe not.
Instead, what he does is blur into motion, flipping forward into the air as he nears Jiro and doing an impressive axial turn in mid-air, seeming to float for a moment before he all but dives at Jiro, a blazing halo of crimson flame erupting around his kick. "STAR SHOOTING!"

COMBATSYS: Jiro dodges Frei's Kouen no Tsurugi.

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Frei             1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0             Jiro

This is rather amusing, believe it or not. There is still fight in the dog. Perhaps the animals are more dangerous when they are on their last leg. The Stray Dog snarls out at Frei once the young man finally gets back onto his feet. This is where he keeps watch, then he listens to the monk for whatever Alma-esque he has to say.
Or not. Once Frei make a dive at his direction whle covered in the crimson flames, the Stray takes a big leap into the air, then he draws both of his hands upward into the air.
"Damn right!" His fist suddenly glows with bright fury, then the Stray Dog draws his chi to burn with the frightful rage. He roars out, then he starts diving straight towards Frei's direction with a snarl. "I bite too!" The Stray Dog has his own dive, but his fist is in front of him first, as he aims to come down at Frei while he is possibly recovering from the dive.

COMBATSYS: Frei endures Jiro's Exploder Knuckle.

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Frei             1/=======/=======|==-----\-------\0             Jiro

Screw it.
There's only so much Alma Frei can give before there's not enough Frei to make Frei Frei, and the hybrid becomes something scary. Abandoning the Alma mode entirely, Frei looks at Jiro and... grins. The punch lands in his cheek in a burst of energy that should, by all rights, flatten him totally, knocking him across the arena.
It totally doesn't.
"Good. Sean crumbled last week when the crowd got pissy, so I didn't want to think that girl who's been shouting at you was bugging you. And now..." It's been some time since Frei tried to put Sakura's teachings to work. Other things have been distracting him, but he's certainly been keeping it in mind. And what better time to bust this out than a cosplay battle? "...for something completely different!"
Before Jiro can get away, the monk cups his hands together at his side, gathering a massive sphere of crackling, multicolored energy, then thrusts both palms at Jiro, the heels of his hands touching, fingers curled. The energy ball becomes a huge, multi-tiered flower of prismatic energy, and Frei changes his tune just a little bit, shouting an entiely costume-inappropriate battlecry: "HAAAADOOOOUKEEEEEEEEEEEN!"

COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Jiro with Fukami Reikai.

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Frei             0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0             Jiro

Oh. Right. Jiro will be getting back to Akai in a bit. But first thing is first. While making his approach towards Frei, the Stray Dog says, "I have no care for the people's opinion." He snts, then he closes in on Frei when he cups his hand. The Stray Dog closes in on Frei when he thrusts both hands to unleash a huge energy ball of prismatic energy. The glowing, essence of light is grabbing Jiro in its clutchs and it starts ripping into him. Although Jiro attempts to close in on it, he is feeling himself ripped apart by the chi, and he growls, "Arrgghhhh!"
The aftermath leaves a lingering effect, especially when he backs away. "Sonova.... heh.." First off, the Stray Dog directs his finger straight towards the watching Yamazaki, then the other finger towards the watching Akai. He throws the middle finger out to tell the two how he feels.
Then, he turns towards Frei, throwing the last of his strength out with a kick to the man's stomach before leaning forward.

COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.

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Frei             0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: Frei dodges Jiro's Backlash.

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Frei             0/-------/----===|

It takes a lot out of you to suck up hits from people but stay on your feet. There are fighters who are much more adept at that trick than Frei is, but he's certainly learning. Thus Frei's evasion of Jiro's final attack is by no means particularly graceful; it's a ragged spin to the side that only just barely works, the Stray Dog's costumed boot shearing through the air mere centimeters from the monk's torso.
Frei spends a good few moments leaning forward, clutching his knees and taking deep breaths. He doesn't even seem to register that Jiro is down until a good long while and nobody is punching him in the face. ONly then does he slowly stand up and realize that roaring sound isn't the blood in his ears, but the cheering throngs on the bridge.
Exhausted but happy, the monk throws a victory sign into the air and beams at the crowd before plopping down on his backside on the ground. "Nice fight, Stray Dog," he offers to Jiro with a thumbs up.
And in the meantime?
~ ...I look kinda good with a tan. ~

Crimson Shadow just.. She just needed a moment to get over the bit of shamelessness of Jiro. She had considered just laughing more, but she had lost it. It's very well possible she may have lost her will to live as well, but when Jiro flips her the bird, her eyes widen, and her slightly pale face reddens again, "Wh- Why you! I hope you choke!!!"
And chances are he /is/ going to, because that's just how things work in this setting! Obviously not getting Frei's little joke, she waits waaaits until Jiro's kick is barely escaped, and she howls once again, "FUMBLE! Fuuumble! That's what you get you damn show-off!! Go back home to Roxie the Skunk you dumbass! Fool! Useless!" Crimsons hands lower a moment, and then she ahs, snapping her fingers as she thinks of some more insults, "Dummy! Jack-off! Failure! More like 'Stray Dog s***'!"
Whew. Today was a damn good day. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, Akai turns around and goes and makes her exit. She probably would have added even more insult to injury if she didn't feel that Frei might actually retort if she jumped in. But.. He'll never be able to take her memories! Big-O! Showtime!

It was not a graceful fall either. Jiro lands flat on his face and he clutches his stomach. "Egh." He growls, then he slowly pulls himself back up on his knees. Feeling the lingering effects of the chi leaving him. He coughs slightly, then he slowly staggers to his feet. He can hear Crimson Shadow's words.
"Scorned wench. Horrble kisser." Jiro states about the Crimson Shadow, before he straightens up. His eyes focus towards Frei, then he nods. Removing the dog ears, and the costume, he kicks the damn hing to the side to reveal his normal clothing. He staggers on out, shrugging to himself. As weakened as he is, he is just going to keep walking.

Struggling, Frei stands up and lets Jiro do his thing. Stoicism and all that... plus he has some sympathy for the boy. Not everyone likes those types of costumes. Plus they're heavy and hot all the time.
But: ~ ...horrible kisser? ~
There's a pause as Frei looks at the woman Jiro pointed at, and then frowns, murmuring "Did he mean her... or Alma?"

"The yelling woman, you dumbass!" Jiro heard Frei!

Log created by Frei, and last modified on 02:58:13 11/14/2006.