Rachel vs Takane

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1Dear Princess Molestia

Fri Nov 14, 2008 7:48 pm · id 170622325 · page 1

Stage0: Preliminaries

The Things Fox Hates Dojo

I think they may do Taekwondo here, and hey, is that a picture of John Cena?

A fighting arena of classical proportion, though those proportions don't have to be exactly defined. As long as the dojo has four walls, a roof and a floor, we're good with whatever size you decide on. The decor of course is just what you'd picture from an old kung-fu movie.

Terrain

General - Regular indoor floor, as interrupted occasionally by a mat for padding.

Weapons - One picture of John Cena.

Bonus Effects - Across the street one can occasionally hear mariachi music from the all night restaurant.

Red Player: Rachel Arai

Representing: Britain

Played By: Kamiha Sayuri

Blue Player: Ichihara Takane

Representing: Resolution

Played By: IIHoukou-AtsukoII

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Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:27 pm · id 170630997 · page 1

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The sound of Mariachi music...

It was a sound of the Spanish..

The sound of romantic moonlight dinners near the gulf...

Maybe even the sound of gunfights in some cliche and over hyped action cowboy movie....

The stuff of Spanish culture.

...Damn was it annoying....

The two fighters had indeed come to this dojo. They were both ready to beat the living hell out of each other--maybe even cause unnecessary decapitations and delimbing....Hell if they felt it fancy they probably would have ripped each others heads off and stuck them on a pike outside for everyone to see after the fight was said and done....Course one had to be reminded that this was merely Preliminaries...

Disappointing--Yes...But meh...More blood for the tournament, right?

Yeah well...The sound of music killed that wonderful fighting spirit...The sound of those fat Mexican dudes singing their heart out to the on going playing of 'Adios y bienvenida'....For a while the vampire slayer had imagined she could probably deal with the sound--One probably imagined that the delinquent might have thought the same...However it seemed that as the song continued their nerves began to grind...and grind...and grind...and.....

'Ya sé que duele mucho que el amor no dure por toda la vida~!

Pero yo no escarmiento, éste es un adios y---GAH!!'

'SHUT THE UP!!!'

'OMG MY SPIIINE~~!'

Slicing and banging noises.

Some screaming fat lady...

C E N S O R E D

'RUUUN~! She's got a swo--'

SLICE--THUD.

Glass shattering.

Dog barking before suddenly yelping in pain.

....

Silence soon followed afterward....the green haired vampire slayer would slowly make her way into the building once again while sliding her blade back into it's sheath. Moving her right arm into the depths of her trench coat (Which was currently being used as a mantle.) she'd go about tieing the decorative string around the handle of the weapon---This was only prelims after all...No need for cutting damage just yet....Though once she was done she'd continue on until she was near the center of the dojo. Removing her hand from the inside of her trench coat and only allowing a moment for her business suit jacket to be touched by the dojo light, she'd go about pulling down her work gloves to ensure their tightness.

Soon after said actions she'd then turn her storm blue eyes, through the gunmetal glow of her shades, towards the door to reflect the image of her opponent--Assuming she too was finished pummeling the annoying bastards into oblivion....

"We should probably go ahead and get this over with....I'm half certain someone called the cops...." Takane would say casually--She'd have to remember not to let her anger get to her sometimes.

She was usually so much calmer...However when she snapped she killed...Having been around vampires more then humans killing was sort of a habit of her's....Though then again she had done well this time--there were only a few missing limbs here and there....Those guys were never playing anything ever again.

As she spoke the tanned woman lifted her eyes and removed her shades--they'd instantly go into her traveling coat and disappear inside some random pocket. With that she'd allow the coat to slip off of her shoulders so that she might casually sling the covering off to one of the walls.

From there she'd take on her stance.

Her sheathed o-katana held against the ground as a cane with both of her hands folded on top of it. Her gloved left hand would rest on top of her right--while her feet spread inches apart so that the weapon would be facing an opening. Her sharp storm blue eyes would naturally be focused on the opponent if she were present....Though her glance couldn't help but reach back behind the woman to admire the pure chaos that was the Mariachi Band behind her.

...Poor bastards...

"...Should have played better music..."

3Dear Princess Molestia

Sat Nov 15, 2008 1:10 pm · id 170671829 · page 1

"Do you really think those lazy pigs are going to bust their a** to report to this part of town?"

Rachel couldn't help but to be a little amused at the whole situation. Not as if the whole police force could take these two if they did show up. The first time the both of them had assumed these same positions the theatrical tension was disrupted by the loud trumpets and off-key singing of the band across the street. The music really was irritating, and through some mutual understanding it had to cease eternally before any work could be accomplished. Relieving the stress from that irritation had lifted the spirits of the young "yanki". With a thirst for more violence and a willingness to proceed, she would thoroughly enjoy the rest of the evening.

In such a mood it seemed that Rachel had completely forgotten the disdain she held for the top hat she was forced to wear as official uniform. Top hats were pretty lame to begin with, a sign of the aristocrat culture that she would never willingly admit to being a part of. But what made her hate this fashion faux pas even more was that it was an attempt to create some stupid tradition, an obvious attempt for conformity. All of that didn't matter much now, the thrill of the fight had fully set in.

With a cocky grin Rachel would watch as her opponent, beautiful enough to invoke insecurities Rachel held about herself on a normal day, prepare herself in stance for battle. It was obvious she was a seasoned and trained fighter, probably calculation and trying to flash through the fight in her mind. Why, she even had sword more ancient than the mythical katana. Rachel on the other hand was the opposite, there were no calculations or pretty forms to fighting. All that would matter is beating the person down until they couldn't walk away anymore, by any means necessary.

This kind of attitude would be reflected in the type of stance she took. Standing straight, chest out, her left palm leveled to about her chest and the right taped fist slammed into it creating a small thud. The fingers of the left hand clasped around the round form of her fist. That was all, she was ready. Her opponent spoke her last concerns for the men they brutalized before the ominous silence from before had returned. At a distance of about fifteen meters apart the two stood at the center of this single room, waiting for the signal from nature to commence their bout.

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Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:29 pm · id 170765106 · page 1

"Well...I guess you're right." Takane replied as she moved her left hand for her right hand and lifted her sleeve to see a watch ,pinging the noise that hinted that it was time to begin--Rather it had been time to begin--and lowered her sleeve. Her hands would fold over the butt of the o-katana once more and she'd bend her knees slightly and rolled her shoulders a few times...Even bothered to crack her neck once. Her body slowly seemed to take on a lightness to it--Rather a feeling that allowed it to increase in it's ability...The feeling of her chi energies awakening with-in her body in small amounts...

"It wouldn't matter if they came anyway...."

Her sights would then measure up the appearance of the girl silently, height...Weight....It could all be assumed she supposed. Takane was aware that she was quite abit taller then her...Along with in the ideals of weight she doubted that she was too heavy at all...Average height, average weight it seemed. Takane's muscles prepared themselves without much movement required--the energy was wonderful in it's use for 'waking them up' for the fight beforehand.

With her small amount of released energy she'd relieve the need for a stretch--Though that was also relieved beforehand with their actions against the Mariachi band...Both combatants were probably more then prepared to fight....But Takane had decided she wanted to make sure her body was ready...Especially her arms apparently. The focus of energy was mostly placed there as her legs were very much awake at the moment...But the fact that they were running out of time hinted that they needn't mess around.

After a moment the sound of her foot steps moving towards the woman would come after-wards....Her o-katana would be held in her left hand and at her left side. Her right hand would sway lightly with each slow step...Her focus remained on her opponent and her steps would allow her to draw closer and closer...Pretty soon the distance between them would be cut in half if the girl was not to move...

"I guess I'm just trying to rush the fun."

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5Dear Princess Molestia

Mon Nov 17, 2008 2:54 am · id 170814526 · page 1

Patiently Rachel continued to wait as her opponent completed whatever rituals she had for starting a fight. One was due such respect to make themselves feel better about it if they were about to have their face pounded in. Simply knowing that nothing was going to get in your way, knowing that nobody cold stop you, that was all the preparation Rachel required. This idea of taking time to stretch the muscles and mentally shift one self that they were about to enter battle, that was hogwash. Whatever floats their boat. At least this one didn't have some extravagant praying ritual while they expending much of their energy before the actual fight doing pointless cardio to "ready" themselves. How superstitious could people be?

It didn't seem to take long at all for her opponent to ready herself. And like the wind, they both were off. It appeared that her opponent would be the one to try and close the distance between them, that's fine, Rachel would wait to catch her. Her body would move forward, just a single step from the left foot. The right shoulder pulled back with the rest of the arm, a fist forming from the curling fingers. Her body looked rigid, torqued from the hips up to the maximum. Like a spring compressed and holding its energy for a single explosion, that seemed like a fair analogy for the poorly formed stance and her obvious intentions. But sometimes it took the most obvious and stupid things to outwit somebody, they simply aren't expecting of something so simple.

Though something was wrong, something that couldn't have happened at a worse time. As the twist of her hips set in and her arm cocked back, Rachel could feel a vibration. No, simply couldn't be happening now. Her once cocky grin was offset by this vibration, her eyes darted from off her charging opponent towards her side. She knew what it was and she couldn't prevent it, once the music start it could officially be declared as Armageddon. A tune familiar to most people, even to those cooped in their cells for life could be heard starting from the pocket of her long coat. The bright flashing green, pinks, and yellows glittered through the fabric as the low quality MIDI of the Star Wars theme raged on full blast with all its epicness. With the feeling of the vibration growing stronger by the fractions of a second, Rachel knew she had to think fast.

For the moment she lost all concern for her opponent, the distraction from her pocket was so horrible that ignoring it could terrify the crazies who played Russian Roulette fully loaded. Her opponent had yet to completely close the distance, hopefully she would understand the dire necessity to interrupt the flow of things for this. Rachel's left hand quickly darted for her pocket to retrieve the phone, fumbling with it to flip it open so that the horrendous music would stop. In a single motion the phone was cupped to her ear with both hands, her back now to her opponent, as she assumed a squatting position. The pink razor like phone was the single most embarrassing thing and covering it up was major priority. The rush and the bad timing though still allowed the equally embarrassing Hello Kitty chain dangle between her fingers as a loud, sobbing voice of a man filled the room.

"Yes father, I'm just at the library studying I'll be home before it gets too dark..."

It was difficult to try and muffle the crying from the phone, and Rachel could only groan under her breath as he went on and on about his worry for her safety and the bad people on the streets.

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Mon Nov 17, 2008 5:33 pm · id 170857969 · page 1

Well...That's not rude or anything...Not even an 'excuse me for a moment'...

Takane thought to herself as she stood twelve feet away from the woman with a somewhat annoyed look. The left hand gripped Ginnami's sheath somewhat tightly--But in a controlled manner for the sake of the sheath's material. She had always had to be careful with that left hand--since the incident...She always had trouble measuring the strength of that 'limb'...Which brought about an idea for the 'unaware'.

Storm blue eyes would take to the world around her, the TTFH Dojo, the front of it--which was where the woman was situated focusing more so on her phone then on her opponent--appeared to be without any kind of means for taking notice of reflection, save for the open glass doors that had lead into the place. The sliding doors took care of that and the other would-be glass sections of that area appeared to have been replaced with paper. The floor was pretty much of hard wood creation with the occasional hard tatami mat right on up to where classes and training sessions would actually take place...and at the moment both were standing on a section of that mat in the supposedly 300 x 300 area.

Looking up from the hardwood/tatami floor, and the sliding paper framed doors the ceiling would come into pleasant sight. Apparently also some sort of strange hard wood design...From where Rachel was standing was a higher ceiling where one could see the planks or whatever traveling to the front of the dojo...Separating them in their gap in the ceiling was a low hanging division that would make the ceiling lower for the taller combatant....Her eyes remained on that image for a while and a smile came to her lips. That wasn't a far jump was it..? Especially not for she who fought vampires...One had to be quite capable to handle hunting those for all their lives....

"Huh..."

Her orbs would quickly move back down to the girl whom was apparently speaking to their dotting and paranoid (Rightly so..) father over the phone...Who appeared to be sobbing loudly over the phone. They were still talking...And even if she were about to hang-up she assumed she could catch her before the girl would have a chance to hang up right off..Or at least before she could turn around and take stance again...There was a particular reason why you didn't turn your back on the opponent--And this was a good time to show the girl why.

Flickering her vision from the girl's back and to the ceiling corner's beam that had so wonderfully had caught her attention...She'd place herself into a left stance with her fists in placement not unlike a boxer's stance. Her left fist forward and raised with the sheathed weapon still in her hand, and her back hand held back--though still in front of her chest and lowering for something of an upper cup prep....The chi in her right arm muscles made it's self present to her nerves....The strength steadily increased.

A little chi went a long way after all...

With a bend of her knees her body would stealthily lift into the air....The vampire slayer was a very good jump it seemed--that was good because she was intending to make everything for this battle...Fall right in place.

Quote: Devastating Hammer: A move purely taking advantage of Takane's natural strength as well as in taking a fair but small amount of chi and concentration into the mix. Using this move Takane with square up in a martial artist punching form style and release a forward punch utilizing her weight and body strength. Naturally it's a move that must be considered and placed well before action...But once used it can shatter solid rock. The chi with-in the punch easily allows for certian areas of the body to receive massive damage on impact depending on the body type of one whom she is using it against.

"Yes father, I'm just at the library studying I'll be home before it gets too d--"

CRAAASH!!

Rising into the air and focusing on a particular point of the ceiling where she was sure she was capable of launching her body towards, even if it required the use of an 'Air-Time Extension'....Her six foot two height help her she'd attempt to do what was planned without the action if she could ,but if she sunk before she could make it she'd surely use her energies almost automatically to allow herself for a quick double jump....But all those aside she'd slam her fist into the ceiling with such force that the material of it's making would almost seem to ripple from the force as her entire arm pierced through and tore through the wall of the division. Takane's eyes would be focused on her landing placement...Nearly three feet from Rachel's crouching position--with her back still turned to her..The debris would be falling right over her opponent's head if she could help it.

With a strong tugging-yanking motion she'd attempt to rip a chunk out of the low hanging ceiling's beginnings to somewhat fling forward so that a nice sized chunk of debris would fall down above the girl to snap her focus back to the fight rather then her little phone call--Unless she liked being unconscious....As apparently this too affected a lengthy light fixture in the ceiling that didn't much like the impact of flying debris and had taken the weakened ripple from the low hanging ceiling badly. This particular light fixture might even fall and conk the girl right in the head if she were to roll or hop forward on impulse.....Instant KO, anyone?

It'd be almost as if the whole ceiling were falling to the teenager in image, wouldn't it?

Takane would allow herself to fall back down and pulled her knees upwards while leaning forward slightly. Her left fist would prepare to pull back while increasing the tightness of it's grip around the katana's sheath. She'd throw her fist downwards to take the shock of landing and the momentum so that it would flood into the floor and ripple around her...The force probably somewhat enough to even lightly jar the space in the foundation of the dojo--Though she imagined the tatami mat directly under her would take wonderful care of the exerted force and allow her to land without a scratch.

She'd take her crouching stance and waited silently for her move's after affects.

"Now might be a good time to get off the phone, ne...?"

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Action:

Takane wanted the ceiling to say 'Hi' to Rachel's head and back.

Effect:

--Falling debris (May happen for two turns depending on how strong the ceiling is)

--A really nice concussion if the light fixture falls and breaks on the kid's head.

--Ceiling debris from this kind of ceiling may cause minor or severe back problems.

--Depending on the materials used to make the building, and how old and clean it is, vision may be mildly--but not totally--impeded by dust at first.

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7Dear Princess Molestia

Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:46 pm · id 170872648 · page 1

With her assurance that she'd be home safely her worried father was able to calm himself and let her be. The panic he could cause between the two of them was really something else. With a sense that everything was fine, Rachel brought the phone in front of her and watched the screen as she would fumble through the small buttons to turn off the phone. From the crouching position she stood, focusing on the glowing LCD when something seemed to amiss.

From the top of her hat she could hear a hollow thud before a small piece of drywall bounce off the surface and onto her screen and then the ground. She was completely oblivious to the impatience of her opponent who had decided to partially destroy the dojo in an effort to get her attention. Rachel's first reaction to feeling the small piece of debris bounce off her hat was to look upwards at the ceiling. But as her head would begin to tilt backwards something would come flying through the air. An even bigger piece of the ceiling landed in front of her on the ground.

It was only natural to twist and turn her body to see from where the piece of wall was hurled from. There was no real surprise it came from her opponent, it should have been obvious, but the situation was so out of place that Rachel couldn't help but have a confused expression. But it was too late to begin cursing her opponent or to actually examine the damage that had been done. The drywall continued to crack from the punch dealt to it until it gave way where it lacked reinforcement. It started with a rather large chunk that fell once again on Rachel's head. The sturdy top hat helped shield her head from direct impact, a large dent pushing it in, but it was enough to throw Rachel off her balance to have her completely turn and trip fowards on her stomach.

With a thud she landed against the matted floor, her eyes closed upon impact and her hands released the phone in hand to have it slide towards the landing vampire slayer. If her opponent were to look at the screen, there would be an embarrassing picture of Rachel in a full bunny outfit at a scavenger hunt benefit hosted by her mother. More moderate chunks began to crumble and fall from the cracks and onto her back. Having the pieces of wall land on her wasn't so painful, though if she were to figure about it now her whole body would ache from that in the morning. As the last pieces of drywall fell to cover her body the thick, white, chalky dust began to settle on top of her. Rachel couldn't help but to groan, this was so stupid. In her mind she cursed her bothersome father as she lied there and reflected on the mistake she normally would not have made, with the taunting, and that only irritated her.

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Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:47 pm · id 170878266 · page 1

Her storm blue orbs would slowly lift from the position of her opponent, somewhat dismayed that she didn't somehow figure out a way to move. Oh well...Surely the delinquent could take more then a little ceiling falling on her head. The vampire slayer had taken much nastier, more painful things to the head--and she imagined so had the teenager.....However as she lifted her eyes from the opponent the scraping of the cellphone sliding in her direction came to her ears and quickly she looked down and took note of it.

Her hand would move forward to pick it up out of curiosity and she'd stand to her feet slowly with her left still holding on to the o-katana in it's sheath. The image present on the screen would reflect off of her vision and an amused expression would come to her.

Quote: If her opponent were to look at the screen, there would be an embarrassing picture of Rachel in a full bunny outfit at a scavenger hunt benefit hosted by her mother.

9Dear Princess Molestia

Tue Nov 18, 2008 5:25 pm · id 170933215 · page 1

Rachel's eyes set onto her opponent as she had her first comment to make. The sounds of her snickering made sense when Rachel noticed the context. Was she looking at her phone/ The dangling Hello Kitty chain was as clear of an identifier. Was she then, making fun of her..? Already irritated by the situation, this was icing on the cake. Gritting her teeth, Rachel's finger tips placed firmly against the mat and then her palms pushed, her body lifting slowly. As she moved up the small crumbs of drywall rolled off her back and onto the ground producing a small amount of dust that would quickly settle with the rest that was steadily falling.

It didn't take much effort to get onto her feet, and by the tine the vampire slayer had finished her second taunt Rachel would be standing firmly. Making fun of her for getting caught under a cave in and not see it coming was justified, it was stupid. But to make fun of her for doing something she didn't want to do, forced by her parents so that the other uppity pricks on the high end of society wouldn't think of their daughter as a troublemaker, that wouldn't bode well with her. No more on her face would be a casual expression, instead it was clearly painted that this young lady was ready to explode in a fit of rage.

As she stood further bits of debris would move once her feet would set. Their movement would cause the movement of something else. Against the back of her heel Rachel could feel something hit and stop. It seemed that the moving debris had dislodged free the florescent tube and it roll to her. How convenient for this to happen! Nevermind that it was nothing short of a miracle that the tube hadn't shattered upon impact by falling from the low ceiling. The engineering of ancient times, what work, if tatami mats could do this then it wouldn't be long before they would be baby proofing the Western world.

Her eyes returned to look at her opponent from the corner. She would have to move quickly, take some risks, to change the momentum of this fight before it actually did become a disaster. With a quick squat at the news Rachel reached her right hand back to grab at the end of the florescent tube. It was cool and sat in her palm firmly, she held a good grip. While standing straight the left hand set above the right to give an equally firm grip and she started forward. Her eyes on her opponent, she charged. It only took about for steps to get in range with the about four foot bulb. She brought the tube up pass her right shoulder in her stride to only swing it down violently in a in an arch so that the opposite of the end would be in path to smash across broad left shoulder of the taller woman. In her rage she couldn't speak or taunt, she could only give a yell that built in volume and added strength to her swing.

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Wed Nov 19, 2008 5:19 pm · id 171008919 · page 1

Her eyes mildly lit up with interest to see her opponent finally getting to her feet, standing firmly even. This was good...As she was worried she might have picked someone a bit too easy to fight for the moment....Though then again she had to admit she had yet to see the girl fight. She would notice however that as the girl came to her feet she looked about ready to fight like she meant it.....Naturally that made the vampire-hunter senses tingle as a warning that she just might wanna get ready for whatever the girl was planning to do...

It was about then that she'd soon realize that she was rushing towards her...The delinquent decided that she would be the one to cut the distance this time--And the fact made Takane decide to take on a more professional stance.

Bending her knees and placing her feet apart from each other in a left stance, while holding her left upwards with the sheathed o-katana it held..and the right in a fist floating just beside her chest with the phone still present in her hand, she'd watch silently as the delinquents steps came closer and closer until they were three or four feet apart....And just as she took her stance she saw that the girl lift the fluorescent light bulb above her own right shoulder....

A swift shuffle step forward and she'd lift her left forearm swiftly for a high block that would smash hard against the light bulb tube. The sound of the tube exploding against the impact of the high block would displace whatever silence there might have been present in the dojo aside from what was already taken away by the fight in general.

Takane's left eye would peer forward as to avoid any particles of glass finding it's way in her eye--though this would change once her next movement was made.

Her left arm would return to it's guarding position while using the length of the sheathed katana as an extension of such a guard, and she'd slip her right foot forward and allowed her body to move to the side of her opponent's position.

If she moved quickly enough she'd be able to further close the distance even more-so and swing the knee of her left leg into the woman's mid-torso-section once her stance was completely stabilized. As fast as Takane had to be with vampires she assumed she'd be sure to take the girl's breath away as long as she didn't lag too much in her actions.

The girl was small...So that meant that she may be able to take advantage somehow....

Ether-way...If Takane had managed to knee the girl in the stomach/mid-torso-section, she'd be quick to place her foot back down once again so that she could lift her right hand into a fist with the cellphone still present with-in it and send it rushing for the spinal area of the back of the girl's neck with her natural ceiling destroying strength behind it....Her back twisting into the falling blow and the bending left knee adding to the momentum.

If all was successful she'd turn her body so that her back would be facing further towards the girl's current left back peddle back into her stance three or four feet. Her expression mildly amused where someone else was red with anger....Amazing--This was quite a switch from the usual.

"Hey...Don't get too mad. Unless that'll make you fight harder."

Action:

-- High block to the fluorescent tube, hopefully that light fixture didn't cost much...

-- Knee says 'Hey! What was for lunch again?' to the stomach/ mid-torso-section, and right fist attempts to return Rachael her cellphone--To her spinal cord in the upper neck.

Where was the puke button again?

Effect:

-- Major owie to stomach nerves, possibly (though most likely) a loss of breath, chance of bruising is pretty high, but avoidable.

-- Shock to the spine, bruising again, forward momentum thrown off and sent towards the floor (Unless she's real good with 'er balance and can take a good bit of weight to the back of her neck), probably a real good ache for a few days....Cellphone may or may not be able to handle the absentminded closing pressure around it's design...If it's as durable as a nokia we needn't worry--Otherwise a new phone may need be considered.

Damage Taken:

--None.

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11Dear Princess Molestia

Fri Nov 21, 2008 8:02 am · id 171121401 · page 1

Hearing that loud popping noise, like a firecracker going off during those hot summer evenings, feeling the destruction she had caused, it was all very uplifting. The tube shattering on impact, that energy traveled through her body and it gave much satisfaction if not arousal. Her thirst for more only grew and adrenaline pumped to fuel her rampage. Simply feeding off of this energy, her mind began to plot her next move once impact was reached. The tube being jagged now, she could take advantage of the moment and slash at her opponent, possibly attempt to impale her. The rules of the preliminary and the tournament as a whole escaped the consideration of Rachel as she grew more violent in her process. And just as she was ready to follow through, ready to turn the momentum entirely in her favor, there was a road block.

For the moment her thought shifted away on what was actually happening to what she desired the outcome to be, Rachel failed to notice that her opponent hadn't sustained any real damage at all. Her body continued to move until the motion of the powerful swing could be stopped. It wasn't like a bat that would stop her from twisting, even if it broke, her body had to stop itself before she could continue. Unable to actually move at this time, her opponent took advantage of this state and shuffled about to her side to attempt to deliver a knee around the diaphragm. This could be devastating, it could easily leave Rachel more open than having the ceiling pile on top of her. But Rachel's swing would be what would aid her in absorbing a good amount of the knee's force.

Her arms would continue to complete the swing as she kept her firm grip of the jagged bulb. The vampire slayer's powerful knee would path to its target area with out anything to stop it. But as Rachel's body would be coming to a point where it would stop the motion of her swing, the knee would find that it would be blocked from the abdomen area by her arms. The force of the knee was easily enough to force Rachel's own elbows into her body, but this would be better than tanking the brunt of the knee blow. The impact would cause her fingers to loosen from around the tube, seemingly flying from her hands and across the room to roll off against the wall.

Hunched over and for the moment out of breath, Rachel's eyes grew wide. She wasn't expecting a second part of an attack to the first that she didn't predict to begin with. Before she could regain herself, or before she could even stumble away to buy some time, another strike would impact with her body. Powerful, it stung quite a bit. The driving force was enough to immediately send Rachel down to a single knee, the right hand on reflex reaching for the mats on the floor to catch herself. By now Rachel had received had recovered from the mitigated shock to the diaphragm. It would take a moment for her to recover from the powerful strike that had sent her down. Her efforts to turn the tide being thwarted, it only made her more upset. Being upset made it easier to cope with the pain, to forget about it, and more fuel would be thrown onto the fire known as rage.

Utilizing anger as a tool didn't mean one would be locked into a blind rage. That kind of assault wouldn't blossom until opportunity made it best. Instead this anger would aid her in resisting the resistance to get her opponent in such a situation that the brutality of rage could surface. Being in a position where it would probably be expected to be weakened, Rachel could only continue to attempt to capitalize. What was there to lose? Her opponent had managed to back away from her, seemingly waiting for her to get up. Was she taunting her...Again? Even more desire to rip this one from limb to limb would fuel her. To feign her weakness, Rachel would slowly begin to push up on her body to begin to stand. She deliberately had to move slowly, it would be best to appear harmless before striking. And as the legs began to straighten at the knees, Rachel pushed off on her right foot as well as her right hand towards her opponent. She didn't need to fully get up for this. In this scramble she would lunge for her opponent, bringing her arms around to try and wrap them around the waist of her opponent. Her lunge supporting her right shoulder for the charge to ram into the abdomen of her opponent. She would try to take down her opponent in this tackle, hoping that if being able to catch them and hold them in her arms for just a moment she could increase the driving blow of her shoulder, all the while to bring her opponent down to the ground.

12Unknown

Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:14 pm · id 171510696 · page 1

Back peddling away as she had been before she focused on her energies as she watched her opponent. Chi rushed through her veins from the bottom of her feet as if she were sucking from the very spiritual life force of the would around her, and sending it rushing to her left arm. Seeing as her left arm was far more conductable to energy and could carry the energy and stack it on top of the already present energy required for it to move correctly the power could almost be felt burning through the sleeve of her arm--If only her opponent could sense it or be close enough to feel it...

As the moments dragged on she drew from her internal energies as well to increase her power...Though in silence so not to be too obvious of her intentions....

Though at the moment, it seemed she needn't worry too much ,her opponent appeared to be showing a bit of technical difficulties with her body after halfway taking Takane's knee and completely taking the raw force of her hammer fist to the neck...The vampire slayer's storm blue eyes reflected the woman's image with an interested look..maybe slightly concerned as well--though overall she was more focused on staying sharp on the opponents movements...

Because....

Unfortunately Takane was hardly fooled...Though even if she were the delinquent was taking a risky bet in assuming that Takane even gave a damn about her opponent being hurt or weakened.

Had she wasted any more time Takane would have taken matters into her own hands..

..But naturally it seemed the opponent decided she would still be capable of getting on her feet in her award winning acting.

...It was not as if she didn't notice the woman had the presence of mind to block her knee whereas anyone else would have taken the blow in the assumption of hopelessness. Then there was the fact that her hammer fist to the neck had only managed to bring the woman down to a knee.Takane knew better then to assume this woman after those blows weak....She had taken a fallen ceiling straight to the ground and got up still prepared to fight ,after all. Ether she was underestimating her or she had some power in that small and frail looking body of her's...

The cellphone would drop to the ground, abandoned for the accuracy of her next move. The anger warming the air was not missed by Takane..She could tell in how the girl moved. She saw it as a warning to get ready for something interesting, the moment of pause where she figured she might be planning something out....However it seemed she'd only be met with a low tackle. An attempt to knock her off of her feet she'd only assume later--as she felt she only had time to perform her next movement. The girl was close and such closeness allowed no room for mistake when the fight had become this way....

Though to be honest Takane was half tempted to allow herself to be taken down--Seeing as the girl had yet to even so much as really strike her. She was curious as to just what this girl thought she'd do if she had managed to get her on her back.

"You look so angry..." Takane's voice would chill the air as she swiftly turned and slipped her right foot backwards simultaneously so that she could step back from the direction of the girl's momentum. The girl's arms would be by now close enough to each other to take the assumed grapple that the girl had attempted for--But Takane's body would be on the outside of this action. Her right hand would quickly make sure of it by pushing her rushing right arm to the left ,as she stepped aside and caused the arm to rush right in front of her, with a rough side block of her right arm's forearm. As she stepped aside free of the possible tackle at the same time of her turning she'd chamber her left fist and tightened her grip around the sheathed katana. The chi with-in her highly charged left arm wound warm the air like some sort of machine...

...From there the pain would be delivered....

Quote:

Devastating Hammer: A move purely taking advantage of Takane's natural strength as well as in taking a fair but small amount of chi and concentration into the mix. Using this move Takane with square up in a martial artist punching form style and release a forward punch utilizing her weight and body strength. Naturally it's a move that must be considered and placed well before action...But once used it can shatter solid rock. The chi with-in the punch easily allows for certian areas of the body to receive massive damage on impact depending on the body type of one whom she is using it against.

---------Variation(1): Devastating Hammer Version 2: The same only with the use of her left arm--Damage is increased due to the solidity of the prosthetic auto-mail arm and the ease involved with adding raw energy to the metal appendage.

13Dear Princess Molestia

Thu Nov 27, 2008 11:13 am · id 171634615 · page 1

In the moment her opponent's hand hit the back of her top hat and then soon after the back of her head, it seemed that everything had stopped. Everything had simply gone black from the trauma that Rachel received from the blow. Even though the sturdy structure of the top hat would in a minimal way mitigate the damage dealt by the awesome force behind the vampire slayer's attack, it was simply too strong to tank with out worry. Like when one sleeps with out dreams, there was no feeling. There was no sense of existence as there was a lack of consciousness.

Rachel's body stumbled forward from the attack her balance increasingly given until she would meet the wall. She couldn't support herself up against it and dragged slowly against it, the edge of her top hat rubbing against the wall so that it would flip off behind her to the ground despite the dents in it by two of her opponent's attacks. Her chocolate strands spread over her shoulders while she came to her knees, still against the wall for support.

Gradually, actually rather quickly Rachel would regain consciousness. Her vision blurred and twisting as she gazed dazing upwards to the ceiling. She could see stars that spun around the spinning image of the world in her head. Soon her eyes would focus correctly but still that internal dizzy feeling in her head, the light of the dojo bright, it would take a few more short moments for Rachel to recollect what was going on. Of course she wouldn't remember why she was here against this wall, or what had happened a few seconds before as for her attempt. But gradually she pieced together where she was and why she was here.

As Rachel began to regain most of her sense she began to pick herself up, still using the wall as her support. As she stood the dizziness in her mind went away, and the weakness she felt in her limbs began to fade. With that came a teething pain in her head, possibly the worst headache she's ever experienced. It was enough for her to wince her eyes, but that pain was enough of a reminder for her to realize she was in a fight. There was a lost of sense of time since she was knocked unconscious for those few seconds, and so a sudden sense of worry came that her opponent had just left. The anger she held before had vanished, she didn't know a reason to be angry or that she was even upset to begin with.

Rachel's eyes would shift towards the side as her head turned slowly, the pain from her headache peaking with this movement. She could see the tall and strong woman there behind her. She then began to turn back to face the wall, catching a glimpse of her slightly damaged phone on the ground as she turned. Her headache was too much of a pain to get angry about that dreaded phone, it simply drained much of the needed energy from her. Resting her head against the wall her eyes would look up again to notice the bottom of a rather large canvas hanging. She hadn't noticed that before, she could only wonder what the picture of it was from this angle. It seemed hopeless though, this headache, she could only wish it'd ease up on her very soon. At least she could stand against the wall while being conscious.

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Thu Nov 27, 2008 5:06 pm · id 171658209 · page 1

A soft inhale and a heavy exhale.

The vampire slayer watched the woman as she got herself together and moved herself towards the concussion-ed delinquent. She could tell because she didn't look so hot after taking that smash to the back of the head...At least her punch did it's job...Just not long enough it seemed.

..Well that was fine...

"...I'm really confused...I can't tell if you're a good fighter or if you just have a really faithful body." the green haired vampire slayer would comment before looking up towards the picture that the delinquent was standing nearly under.

Who was that--John Cena?

Who'd want a picture of that guy in a dojo?

...What's he a martial arts master of...?

TTFH..Just what was taught behind the cover of your walls?

..The vampire slayer shrugged softly and brought her attention back towards her opponent and moved closer silently. She'd move a bit slowly so that the opponent might not hear her coming over her headache, she saw that she had glanced at her position before hand--but she seemed more concerned about the pain in her head.

...Maybe it'd stay like that.

Once she was close enough she'd watch her for a moment and casually lifted her left arm while holding up the sheathed weapon with the tsuba (hand guard) touching the flat of the bottom of her fist. She'd then swung the long object down on top of the woman's head almost half as hard as she could--Apparently the woman's top hat no longer there to bock anything from it ether...

The expression of the green haired slayer? Curious....She wondered just how badly such a thing would affect someone with a concussion--She had never seen anyone with one before, and never experienced the pain. This was a learning opportunity---Well if the opponent was incapable of stopping such a chance....Just cause the girl's head was ******** didn't mean her limbs didn't work....

Takane took note of that--but she didn't worry too much about it--Apparently...

"..Boink.."

The slayer would mumble almost seconds after the 'attack' would connect, if it connected. She'd be quick to pull the weapon back out of slight paranoia...This kid could take some punishment...She honestly wouldn't be surprised if she was shitt'n her....

Course she'd be acting a lot better then she had been at first...

Action:

-- Sneaking up behind the opponent...Shhh!

-- 'Boink' attack to the head again, though this time with a sheathed o-katana. Shrugs.

Effect:

-- Concussion + Plus mechanized bash to the head with a sheathed weapon = Major owie?

[6/10]

15Dear Princess Molestia

Sat Nov 29, 2008 12:41 am · id 171777895 · page 1

The throbbing continued to pound in her head, Rachel felt hopeless to it. She couldn't really think if it'd ever go away, really she couldn't even hope that it would go away. The pain was simply that much of a distraction with out her mind focused on something else. Despite the pain more of her balance had begun to return and a full level of consciousness began to manifest. And then a sudden thump on her head. A rather heavy blow though apparently not of the same magnitude of the punch that gave Rachel her that concussion.

With the connection of the sheath on the top of her head, the pain of her headache immediately subsided. For that moment she experienced a feeling of great relief. There was an urge to take in a deep breath, that life was anew. Even for that very short period in which she had the unbearable headache it felt like the largest burden had been lifted from her shoulders. And then that calm would begin to form into the most violent storm. Like an explosion the pain returned violently in her head. The throbbing harder, faster, she could hear it pounding in her ears.

Rachel's immediate reaction to this returned with a vengeance pain was only to quickly turn her body to face the only direction she could have been struck from. Her legs took her body down into a squat and her thumbs massaged at her temples to try and ease the pain. Being struck in the head like that had managed to ignite that flame again as she became irritated and confused by the decision of the vampire slayer to clonk her in the head like that. The massaging managed to ease her a little, enough for her to open her tightly shut eyes slightly to peer up at the tall lady before her.

"Why the ****** would you do that you p*k?!"

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Sat Nov 29, 2008 12:12 pm · id 171803298 · page 2

"Because you're boring."

Takane would say almost sighing once more as she spoke," Tick-tock, little girl...We're burning time here." She'd say casually as she looked down at the delinquent.

Her sights burned into her with a glint of annoyance...as if she was expecting her to do something about this fight and the way it had turned out. At this rate she wondered if the girl would make it passed prelims...Hell she wondered if she would the way things were going--Had this girl not eaten her cheerio's this morning?

"Did you forget that we're fighting..Or did you just assume this would go like all your other little pathetic fights on the street?" The woman would ask while looking down at her opponent.

Her body was more then ready to react to whatever the girl did, she even backed up at little as if she were expecting something out of the girl....Ever expecting...Just where did this child think she was?

"I've dropped a ceiling on your head, I've destroyed your precious cellphone, I've probably given you internal damage to your liver..and now you're suffering from a concussion....What else do I need to do?" She'd continue while watching the girl.

After a while the vampire slayer would stand in silence and watch her as she talked her down.

Did she fight better when she was pissed off?

No...That failed attempt at tackling her was proof enough that she was damned stupid when she was mad....Though maybe she'd wise up. Maybe with the right amount of 'mouth' she could stir at least something decent out of this fight.

"Y'know...Usually I kill people like you, who walk into places without having the faintest clue of just what you're dealing with." She'd start," You however...You're not even worthy of the alloy of my fist....take your loss and run back to your father."

[7/10]

17Dear Princess Molestia

Sat Nov 29, 2008 4:07 pm · id 171822647 · page 2

That was the one thing that could really push Rachel over the limit. The more the vampire slayer went on about how weak and undeserving she must be to even be worth the simple effort of killing her, the more that flame inside of Rachel grew. Her cheeks gradually flushed into a deep shade of red, her focus had turned more to the desire to rip this woman apart. That aided in the soothing of the throbbing pain in her head. Though not completely away, it was pushed back far enough in her mind that Rachel's rage allowed her to function like the beast she could be.

From her knees she shot up to stand erect, looking to the face of her taunting opponent. She was hot with anger, one might be able to see those flames in her eyes and the steam coming out her eyes. Tightly clenched fists at her sides had formed while her whole body stiffened. There wasn't anything to say at this point, there was only things to do. Nobody, and I mean nobody told Rachel in any way that she was somehow weak and expected to leave with with out crutches/ Just who did this b*h think she was? What the ****** did she know about the streets?

Her anger unlocked the restraints to prepare for an opening attack that would utilize some of the power which she would normally hold back. A thirst for the annihilation of her opponent was enough to begin the subconscious release of ki from its storage and begin its circulation through out its inner channels. The anger pumped it quickly to flood the streams, it wouldn't be long before she could grasp her opponent's throat and ring her like a chicken. There was nothing more she actually wanted to do.

Standing here though, waiting. that would not do. Her level of anger was still raising quickly to its maximum point, she needed to do something now to satisfy her lust. As she reached the point of breaking a growl could be heard rising from her throat. She moved with out thinking, it was as if it were automatic and the pieces of the puzzle were all in place in her head. Rachel quickly turned around to reach for the frame of the canvas behind her on the wall as it flashed in her memory. With a single strong tug she broke it free from the nails holding it in place. As she turned back to face her opponent she also stepped forward, bringing the center of the framed image of John Cena from over her head and down to smash over her opponent's head. Her arms fully extended at the maximum distance of her reach, which was pretty average, she had already decided what she would do for the various situations that could arise. She was determined, and she wasn't going to let anything stop her now.

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Sun Nov 30, 2008 4:26 pm · id 171920312 · page 2

"Huh...I guess I went and got you angry again." Takane would comment as she step back into her left stance and moved to parry the picture aside. She'd put her entire back into the twist of her shoulders and she'd whip her left arm outwards so that the metal would smash into the glass of the picture and force it off to the girl's right. If she could she'd even attempt to use her sheathed katana as a means of leverage by turning her wrist further to the girl's right in attempts to rip it from her hands or at least force the large then further off from her position.

KKRRASSSSHHH!!

The picture's glass shattered against the hard block of the cybernetic arm--The force might have even unleashed a few falling shards...That was on her mind...As well as her next move.

She was stronger then the little girl...Perhaps if she tried her best to force that picture's weight into an awkward angle she could get out of the hot zone she was in. If Takane was right about the awkward weight of the picture--Maybe she could get her to fully expose her left side by forcing her to try and take control of the picture....She didn't seem all that rational when angry after all.

"Little girl....You need to have a taste of what a real fight is like..."

If her attempts were not found in vain she'd allow her right foot to step off the the girl's left-side. The action would allow her to move her body around the girl and shift her weight to the bend of her own right leg.

Her sheathed katana would travel backwards....Her right hand would come rushing for the handle of the blade and her fingers would wrap tightly around it. From there--If the position allowed it or the moment felt correct...She'd draw her blade and send it rushing with the momentum of her arm swinging further right to cut into the woman's left side, attempting to go for as much damage as possible...and it seemed Ginnami, her blade, would have no trouble slicing through the woman's body before the girl could think to get away--That was the image of it anyway...

"Enjoy."

The response would chiefly depend on the delinquents actions....However if her blade did get to travel--Her sheath would be quick to follow to take on the side of the woman's head....Why the side you say? Takane expected the woman to move to face her if she could, maybe even attempt to get out of her reach--Though if not she'd feel a terrible sting to her nose to go with her sliced left.. With the blade outside of it's container...The container would prove to be horribly faster then the organic arm--without the weight that held it's speed down even by the slightest. With all that done--To make getting out of the hot zone easier she'd slide her left foot back behind her right once again and shuffled in her right stance to move backwards.

In her back peddling she'd sheath her blade and prepared her stance once again while switching back to a left stance.

Action:

-- Takane attempts to block the picture further left to throw the girl ether off balance or to expose her left side. John Cena ain't any prettier up close, I'm afraid.

-- Stepping around the woman so that she can get a good angle she attempts to give a taste of her blade to Rachel-- Through her torso's exposed side. If it's present.

-- Don't forget the sheath~! Rachal wanted her to see John Cena up-close...Takane wants her to see Ginnami's sheath up-close. How do you like the finish?

Effect:

-- Shattered glass is falling...Hopefully no big pieces are looking to take any of the combatants toes. Takane moved...Will Rachel?

-- Possible deep or shallow cutting damage, blood loss is promised if the attack succeeded...

-- Blunt head trauma to the side, or a very badly stung--Maybe even bleeding nose. I wonder if this Dojo has a bathroom...

[8/10]

19Dear Princess Molestia

Sun Nov 30, 2008 7:56 pm · id 171946731 · page 2

The smashing of the protective glass that framed the picture of John Cena was the signal needed to go on with the next step of her assault. With out the hard dangerous of the glass to cause damage, the picture lost its value as a weapon unless she were to decide to use the jagged edges of glass as such, and that wasn't her idea. With out a need to continue use, there would be no need for her to want to maintain possession of the weapon. A hit from the frame and the glass shattering triggered in her mind that at some point of time during the time her opponent had to be in a vulnerable state. This was what she had most anticipated, and this would be what she would jump on.

Rachel would let the vampire slayer take control over the frame with her arm. Besides the fact that there was no real need for the weapon anymore, she was with out a doubt stronger than Rachel. With out resistance to her pushing there would be little chance of Rachel falling, or even stumbling off balance. Her grip would loosen from around the edges of the cold frame and the push would launch it into the air away from the both of them. Now with her hands free and no resistance to actually push her off balance, Rachel would continue on. Her opponent had discarded the object for her.

With her arms still above her head for the moment after the frame was released it would be very possible to mistakenly think that Rachel was open and for the moment unable to move. Though this couldn't be further from the truth, she was quite stable in this situation, fully aware and following the slight movements of the vampire slayer as she attempted to gain an angle edge over her. It didn't require much thought, it appeared like a flash in her mind much like the picture had before, Rachel began to adjust herself as her opponent adjusted herself and prepared to attack.

With the turn of her head to follow her opponent as she moved, she immediately recognized the distance between the two as relatively the same as before. This would mean that she wouldn't have to do much moving to get in distance for her reach at all. Her arms lowered so that her fists were about leveled to her chin. At the same time Rachel's left foot would move forward in the direction she faced, the right foot following it as she assumed the proper stance. As the short hop completed Rachel would use the energy from the small action multiple. Her body would lean forward slightly on the ball of her right foot, her body twisting towards the left from the hips to the shoulders. Using this chain of energy through out her whole body like a whip, the momentum would transfer through her shoulder and to the snapping motion of her arm.

Straight and and quick, the shot of her arm applied with the energy multipliers just from that skip she did hurled Rachel's bare fist to her opponent's face as she would be preparing to reach and attack with her blade. Along with that multiplier of kinetic energy, the fury Rachel was set in had circulated the flow of ki through out her system. If impact were to occur with her fist, a burst of this spiritual energy would be released to add more destructive force to the single blow. There hasn't been a person in those pathetic street fights that had been able to stand after dealing with this blow. It would be interesting just to see how much of effect this kind of attack would have on her opponent. It didn't matter much, with the frenzy Rachel was stirred in there was little chance that she would stop until stopped by somebody else or until she simply was too tired to continue.

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Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:32 pm · id 171955480 · page 2

Kamiha Sayuri Wrote:
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The punch connected, Takane felt the connection....However the punch thrown wouldn't be enough to stop her. The reasoning behind his was because the punch was redirected by her body's own movements. Seeing the punch before it could come, she had the instinct to try to dodge--Any form of movement being better then simply taking the hit full on.

There was no focus on hitting the opponent because the opponent had lacked the opening she wanted....Her mind was to make sure that punch did not hit--and if it did it was to make sure that it would not be something that could take her out. The lack of resistance, how she held her arms in the air still--They were all warning signs and the movement of the girl's body let her know beforehand that she needed to do something.

The lowering of her arms was all she needed to see to know what was going to happen next...All she had to do was lean...Lean right a little more then she would have when performing the quick draw move she was going to perform on the girl's side had it been open..and lift her body slightly so that she could pull herself into a right stance with her right shoulder ether directly aiming at or curving to aim in her direction the best it could.

She would later find herself glad, that back then she didn't focus on the move as if it were set in stone. That punch would have hurt a lot more...

But back to the present.

'Daaammmmit!'

The punch came before she could lean completely out of the way--Takane was just too close to dodge something so fast entirely. The damage would be subtracted though--she'd hope....and also it would lead to a new opening.

As the punch hit the area at the top of her cheek, just below her eye as she increased her lean and turned her head (Her right ear moving slightly--if not a little--to the left of it's position) out of hope of displacing the damage and making the fist skid off of her face...She'd prepare for her next move while adjusting her stance just slightly so that her center of balance could quickly be found again if it weren't already.

Being rushed caused Takane to act purely on instinct and technique right on top of each other...Her body had been trained to the point--Now it was time to see if her body was capable.

She'd lift herself from her lean to impede a swift re-chamber of the girl's arm if she could.

The girl had just reached her arm into the shark's mouth.

Takane felt her fingers wrap around her handle, as her hand had continued to make it's move despite it all. Her alter in stance allowed her to turn the blade in the sheath slightly to aim for it's new target and quickly she drew her blade as hard and fast as she could....By no means was Takane's quick draw slow...Could she make the attempt?

SHIIIIIINNNNG!

Removed from it's resting place...The blade of Ginnami would erupt from the mouth of the sheath and a flash of silver would bring forth it's hungry edge for the skin of the girl's arm..As Takane swiped for the girl's arm--The area after her elbow, and just before her armpit.

If she could she'd remove that girl's arm....

She'd cut through it like a knife through butter if she could....

If the delinquent pulled back her chamber too late she'd be welcoming the blade a new and maybe cleaner angle that might even allow Takane to have the edge remove it right from their socket.

But Takane saw it....And her instincts lead her to want it....She wanted that arm.

...She wanted it...

"I was careless....However...that doesn't mean I won't make you pay..."

Action:

-- Takane attempts to turn her body into a right stance and turn her head slightly to displace the damage of the punch. Awww...There goes my dodge streak. -Respect clap for Rachel.-

-- Taking advantage of the position she has taken, the attempt to remove Rachel's right arm has been made....I already clapped for you. <_< I'm not giving you another hand.

Effect:

-- Loss of an arm? Deep cut at least? Who knows....

Damage:

-- Aching left cheek.

[9/10]

21Dear Princess Molestia

Mon Dec 01, 2008 12:12 am · id 171963639 · page 2

Sticking one's arm into the mouth of a shark is quite a good metaphor for what this potentially could have turned out to be. But it seems in this case that this more like sticking one's self entirely into the mouth of the shark before they could bite down. Once you by pass the rows of teeth it can no longer harm you with them.

If the vampire slayer did manage to lean to evade the majority of impact from the incoming fist yet still take some damage, Rachel's fist would continue to move until its maximum extension was met, possibly around an inch where her opponent's face was. Considering Rachel's height, and that she is described at having about average reach, then that would actually put her body at about two and some feet away from her opponent.

Her opponent has been described to be considerably taller than her, and with that if one were to go by averages, her reach should also be considerably longer. That is if one is assuming that the reach works proportionately to height in averages. This concept of reach and measurement becomes quite important when considering the effectiveness of zones in terms of combat. The cutting ability of a sword is usually hindered when they are unable to use the reach of their arms in wielding it. This becomes especially true when using the katana, and even more so when using the larger o-katana. When drawing the weapon from the sheath, a cutting attack usually can not be performed efficiently before the arms are nearly full extended to supply power to the attack or even simpler, being able to fully draw the weapon from the sheath fully.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OxI_l9QJ7k

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5k5kSIcnoY&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__d1jeSSRcM

All three videos demonstrate that the cutting attacks could not be executed until the blades were fully drawn from the sheath, and that the to fully draw the weapon from the sheath it required a near full extension of ones reach.

With that in consideration, and also considering the height differences, it can be argued that logically the blade of the sword could never reach Rachel's body if she had been able to infiltrate the zone and get into her reaching distance. Much less could the blade of the sword actually reach the right arm if they were close enough for her to be able to land a punch to her opponent's face.

Her opponent hadn't adjusted her position to move back and correct the distance between the two to optimize the ability of her sword, but merely shifted position so that she could use the torque of her body to provide momentum behind the slashing nature of her attack as she would unveil her blade. Because there was no adjustment in distance, and the vampire slayer's reach would on average but considerably longer than Rachel's own, then it should be logical to say that moving her arm to draw the blade in such a way would only have her arm meeting into Rachel's right side , possibly around the forearm and her wrist would extend out behind Rachel's position.

After her punch completed its motion and the energy was fully dispersed forward, Rachel would pull back her right arm. It was evident that her opponent wasn't taking the steps to guard herself, her hands were still situated below guarding level. This was her chance, this would be when she would have to capitalize on any kind of attack that she could throw. In her position it was only natural to throw one kind of attack, one that would rock the world.

As her right arm pulled back to form a guarding position, the fingers of the left hand clenched tightly to form a fist. Using the energy carried by pulling her arm back, it traveled much like it did before with her first punch. From the arm to the shoulders, and then to the hips as they twisted in the opposite direction down to the left foot that twisted at the ball. The energy from this motion moved up from her hips to her left shoulder, and then through her arm. Swinging her body to the right Rachel through out her left arm in a rather wild swing. It would come up and gradually rise so that if her opponent made no extra movements her fist would be connecting around the jaw level in a monstrous sock. Much like her first punch, the releasing of ki would aid in supplying more force to a connected strike in top of the kinetic multiplier. Rachel's body would catch the drawing arm in its side, but if her determination and anger was strong enough to push her this far, to keep that devastating headache in the back of her mind for these few seconds, she wasn't going to let being hit by her her opponent's arm disrupt this potential knock out blow.

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Mon Dec 01, 2008 1:43 am · id 171965884 · page 2

" Huh...That could have gone better."

Later Takane would yawn softly as she stared up at the ceiling of the dojo. Her jaw really hurt, but it was good thing that her body could handle blunt trauma very nicely. She didn't quite expect that left punch...But now that she thought about it--It was probably better that the girl got that hit in....Got out of going home with her right arm in her backpack too.

Her Dad would have s**t himself ,it seemed like.

Just what had gotten into her just then anyway?

The delinquent had left, they had a pretty vicious brawl after that knock out attempt. Had Takane not been able to stabilize herself--much like the delinquent had when she had the hell knocked out of her by her metal arm--She might have been able to get away with it. But eh...In the end they tired each other out and she headed home due to her headache getting worse. She hoped she'd be able to explain that concussion to her papa...

Smiling alittle to herself she had to admit the events after that punch showed that she was still young herself. Guess she wasn't as grown up as she thought she was...

Sucks though....She got the stupid knock out right at the last minute.

"Geeze...I hope they don't deduct points for that..." She grumbled thoughtfully, she then sighed and sat up before picking up the sheathed Ginnami and headed for the door. Outside she'd glance around and went about picking up her own cellphone from her jacket.

"Hello?...Oi...Rou Ji...Give the phone to Vintrict. I need a ride."

.........

"Just shut the hell up and give him the damn pho--"

..........

"Oh....Hello, Mr. Viase"

Wonderful...

[10/10]

23Dear Princess Molestia

Mon Dec 01, 2008 1:54 am · id 171966096 · page 2

That'll teach that b***h to question the strength of the mighty Rachel.

The fight had taken much out of her, and as it came to its conclusion the anger that had fueled her to make it to this point had subsided. Almost in an instant much like when she was struck on the head with the scabbard of her opponent's katana the throbbing headache erupted to an epic proportion. With a stumble while trying to ease the pain by massaging her tembles again, Rachel had left her opponent in the dojo. Somebody as strong as her couldn't be dead, she'd be fine, it wasn't her concern to nurse her back to health.

As she entered the street her vision once again blurred and she felt dizzy. The pain was simply too much from the head injury. Her stumbling increased as the world raced in a twirl around her, it almost made her want to vomit. Unable to control where she was going Rachel managed to stumble across the street. Her feet dragging she tripped over the uneven sidewalk where she would fall on her stomach, on top of the fat mariachi singer who still laid there unconscious after the massacre these two fighters dealt to them. Lying on top of the rolly polly belly of this flashy mariachi singer Rachel would once again fall unconscious. In the dojo the MIDI file of Star Wars would begin to play before the phone finally kicked and the sparks shot before the LCD would eternally be black. Chances are when her father found out she'd have to lie about being mugged by these mariachi guys.

This a lesson for you kids. Those that bring violence to others are destined to meet the same defeat. Stay in school!