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Post by Fang on Dec 1, 2019 21:01:37 GMT -8
Landing blow after blow on Ruby, she felt her attacks impacting the woman with the full force she exuded in every motion. Before, she lacked give; striking her presented the sensation of pounding her hand against an unmoving plank of wood, and her knuckles already exhibited the discoloration from the repeated strikes. Fang chalked it up to the mitigative aura she pinned to her flesh, but in lieu of the phantasmal barricade erected between herself and the other combatant from before, an aura that paid homage to her namesake flared around her. With it failing to provide additional protection, she had a feeling a gambit was being played.
For Fang, it was less mental processing and more of a feeling out process through physicality alone. Instinctual combat; the hybrid used her senses to predict attacks, and reacted to them with the same alarming speed always exhibited by the relentless warrior. Though the movement might have been too quick for the spectators to observe, Fang witnessed the hook soar through the air with the clarity of a glass window. It was fortunate that the half-Saiyan already docked her head lower through the strike to the body; all she needed to do was inch her cranium down a few more inches to avoid the fist.
When it coasted above her head, she felt the breeze from what would have been a considerably powerful blow. Though she refrained from dwelling on it for any extended period, Fang knew it might have broken the jaw of any of the lesser fighters standing in the crowd and observing the bout. It manifested a choir of surprised exclamations from the force, amplified further by Ruby summoning a greater deal of strength to invest in the vicious hook. However, the former bandit leader surmised that it might have fell victim to her natural resilience had it connected, unlike those surrounding the duo.
Desperation tactic? Fang believed it might have been unbridled determination no matter the outcome. Despite taking a considerable amount of punches, Ruby pressed on. This time, the speediest combatant found herself unable to react fast enough to outright avoid the onslaught. Had it been a life or death situation, Fang boasted mixed feelings about the predicament. Not giving up was nice, egos were great, but the last time the Pigman tried to show grit versus impossible odds, it nearly robbed her of life. So what’s it worth? Honour? Fang wasn’t sure how much value she placed in that.
With Ruby much fleeter than before, and possessing exaggerated might, the best defense she could muster in that scenario was to cover up and mitigate the attacks through the same means from before. Bending her knees and holding her arms vertical before her midriff and chest, she absorbed the repeated blows without incurring pain. Though Fang felt an enormous amount of force that, with continuous impacts, caused her to skid back on her boots, the damage she would have suffered should she have taken the brunt of it without reinforcement diminished. A technique used once or twice before throughout the battle, it pertained to hunkering down, riddling one’s own flesh with energy to provide extra padding, and resisting the damage coming her way. It seemed the integrity of her barrier, aside from attacks earlier, persisted in the face of adversity.
Fang smelled blood in the water. Should the opponent refrain from proper defense again, and the imminent countermeasures succeed, then the warrior had her doubts whether Ruby would be able to weather the storm. Eyes focused on the target; she extended her hand to catch the final blow jettisoning her way in the violent exchange of fists. It strained her muscles to attempt catching the attack, but it served to set up the next series of attacks Fang wanted to impose on the individual before her. Fuelled by a desire to assuage the desperate situation she found herself in when it came to income, the Saiyan acted.
Though capable of an identical technique, Fang saw no reason to mount a complete offense. Staying defensive yielded positive results, and therefore the strategy remained sapping the woman’s strength and agility to make it easier to land attacks on her, through ripping to the body. Attempting to pull her in with the grip on her fist as leverage, the pit fighter swung her knee towards Ruby’s gut, once more attempting to lance her patella into her abdomen with sickening force.
”Shit’s gonna be embarrassing for you if your lights go out, so you better be smart about this,” Fang said, breaking the silence between the duo at last. Whether the woman surrendered in the case of the attacks landing, or if she chose a more defensive approach, Fang did not care; the combatant spouted quick, informative facts and exuded a surprising amount of common sense, before attempting the second blow. A headbutt—With no formal rules established for the contest, the hybrid attempted to raise their head, and slam it hard against Ruby’s own. The boar mask made it exceptionally easier to resist any double-edged symptoms that could be derived from the attack.
WC: 853 TWC: 5802 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (10/15 Temp) Ki - 65/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) Defense - 75 | +10 from Burgle = 85 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: Strike 1 misses, Strike 2 11 dmg -15 DR (10 from Guard, 5 from Edge 4) = 0
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique (Knee) Strike Dice Roll: jC0A1z_Z1d100+30 Strike Damage: 1d8+5 Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique (Headbutt) Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+30 Strike Damage: 1d8+5
Bonus Action: Guard, -10 ki, +10 DR
At Will(s): N/A 1d100+30·1d8+5·1d100+30·1d8+5
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Post by Ruby on Dec 3, 2019 1:34:09 GMT -8
Perhaps she had grew overconfident from her earlier battles or tonight was simply not her night. Her heart sank when she found her fist struck nothing but thin air despite striking her at the exact same time. Either Fang had a very good instinct or that Ruby had quite an obvious tell that she had yet to realize. Granted, the flare of aura which had turned crimson just before she strike was a good giveaway but it would take an insane amount of reaction speed to simply act according to the visual change of the colour. And she just happened to fight against an opponent that possess just that. Even her salvo of counterpunches she unleashed next upon Fang did little in breaking down the barrier, thanks to the mitigative property of defenses Fang deployed which reminded her of her own technique earlier. Punching her felt like punching solid wall of Katchin as there were no bruises or grunt of pain from her opponent and she was rewarded with her effort in virtue of bloodied fists. With no hand wraps to cover her fists injury, it was apparent to both Fang and any members of the crowd that she required medical attention. Yet she kept them raised still in anticipation of Fang's attack. Viridian orbs widen in surprise as Ruby noticed her punch was caught squarely by Fang. Had it been a mere jab or an uncomitted feint, she would have understand but Fang had shown that speed was not the only thing she had in her arsenal by interrupting her straight. Her eyes switched to Fang's other hand which still remained in a defensive posture before she began to move immediately. Just in time as well as Fang's knee rocketed upward towards her stomach. While the pinkette pride herself in strong stomach muscles, she rather not be on the receiving end of those hence she pump ki into her feet to accelerate herself out of the way. Fang's words about embarassment and playing it smart finally snapped her out of the combat trance she caught herself in. Embarassingly enough, she had treated this somewhat like a real fight as opposed to a scouting mission. As Fang's head pulled back, she decided to weave her own to the side so that their head would not collide. Neither the crowds or Ruby opposed the use of it, she knew that certain martial arts like Lethwei even encourage the use of head. Part of her wanted to smashed her head against Fang in return, just so she could see the visage of the warrior underneath the mask. Yet Fang's barrier was still intact so she decided to abandon that wishful thinking. Ruby took a moment to assess herself as she kept distance between them. Her breathing at this point was quite labored and in fact, it was painful for her to simply try at this point. She had not cough any blood yet so she doubted her ribs were broken but she could not discount the possibility of fracture. While her Saiyan blood tempted her to proceed with the fight Ruby exhaled and decided to rein in her battle lust instead. Perhaps she could get lucky within the next round of blows and break the barrier with sheer persistence but she didn't like her odds. Finally dropping her battle stance, she would reach out and extend her hand in the form of a handshake. "Mmm, I'm forfeiting this match. Congratulations challenger, looks like you get to bring home a dufflebag worth of zennies tonight~" Ruby replied with a genuine smile on her face. WC: 601 TWC: 3964 Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25 (Fighting) Defense: 60(Defense)-Reduced to 50 by Burgle HP: 21 KI:23 Damage Reduction: 1 Damage Modifier:3. PL: 26
Attack 1: 52 vs 75 Miss! Attack 2: 65 vs 75 Miss! Damage Taken: None
Bonus Action: Rapid Movement Effect: Increase Defense by 25 against basic attacks. Cost: 15 ki.
Standard Action 1: None Standard Action 2: None
Ruby forfeited the match.
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
Fang
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Post by Fang on Dec 5, 2019 7:32:36 GMT -8
Although the opponent managed to elude the two subsequent strikes flying her way, Fang knew it was only a matter of time before the fight concluded. The adversary showed signs of wear and tear, had her barrier depleted, and wore all signs of a combatant rocked by several attacks. What Fang witnessed was desperation, and she doubted the woman could keep it up. Forced acceleration mandated a generous amount of energy, and with Ruby going on the defense multiple times, she doubted she had plentiful reserves. If she had no intention of stopping, then Fang would keep on the pressure until she broke under it.
The crowd witnessed the difference in the disposition of each opponent, and perhaps it resulted in their enthusiasm. Ruby seemed impaired; heavy breathing as she took in air greedily, the body’s attempt at reinvigorating its reserves. Fang was not short of breath, seemed to lack any significant damage, and returned to an orthodox boxing stance. From behind the mask, she narrowed her eyes as she waited for the reaction. The audience was on the edge of anything constituting as a seat, the small amalgamation of onlookers waited for the climatic outcome.
And then she forfeited.
Deafening silenced ensued after Ruby spoke. Courtesy of the omnipotent quiet, the only sound Fang heard for the extended pause was a shrill ringing in her ears. The crowd, though it lacked the acoustics of a formal arena, released a cacophony of complaints afterward.
A few heckled, others expressed discontent through booing, and Fang was reminded of her time in the fighting pits. While the hybrid put her life on the line, alongside the other combatants tasked to battle for a living, crowds were liberal in demonstrating their displeasure. After all, they paid for their tickets. If each spectator refrained from assaulting the participants, Part of Fang wanted to quit while she was ahead. Refrain from saying anything, take the prize money offered, and be on her way. Unfortunately, she felt her temper flare while she directed her attention towards the crowd.
”Do you bastards think you can do any better? Cowards. You either lack the spine to try or the talent to land a finger on any of us, so don’t judge any actual fighters while I’m around. Get out of my sight before I make all of you glitch out on the fucking ground,” Fang snarled at the crowd, hoping to disperse them. Should none of them oblige, she considered acting on the tempestuous impulses the situation cultivated. The hybrid doubted it would come to that after the display she put on over the course of the unsanctioned contest.
After the outburst, Fang craned her head towards Ruby. Attention shifting towards the hand extended, the half-Saiyan sported enough social graces to know what it symbolized. Seeing good sportsmanship after a fight was not a component the masked one grew accustomed to during days in the pits, but always a concept she reserved no qualms for. It was an art often lost throughout the city. Folk wanted to use trash talk, jeers, and going full-on journalist on people to dig up dirt and get under their skin. It made them less of a threat if the mind games worked and often sold more seats because people enjoyed blood feuds. People who didn’t care about that and chose to act on their own were respectable.
Being worthy of her respect, she extended her hand and accepted the handshake. Her grip was firm and belied the softness of her skin. Behind the head adornment, a smile of her own replaced the sour expression from before when she drank in the sight of Ruby producing an authentic smile of her own; it was a feature she could get used to seeing. With where she grew up, she never saw features so fair and an expression with such an ability to thaw the heart. Somehow, it made her feel bad about the entire contest and her lack of holding back against an opponent without as much raw power. Fang misjudged her character.
“Thanks. It was a good fight. You did good,” Came Fang’s muffled words, the explosive temper she possessed dying down. “Are you in the position to give away this much cash? I’m guessing it’s from your own pocket since this is unsanctioned and that makes it hard to believe there’s a corp sponsoring it. Because- if you’re gonna starve yourself ‘cause of this, keep the money.”
It was a lot of money; an entire sack of zeni. Blood money? Clean money? Fang had no idea—the woman before her was mysterious. Another thought came to mind, and the warrior spoke on another topic. “And let me lend you a shoulder on your way back to wherever you’re going; probably should be a hospital. Shit, I’m not gonna let anyone get lynched while they’re wounded from a fight with me.”
WC: 818 TWC: 6620 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (10/15 Temp) Ki - 65/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) Defense - 75 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: 0
No actions taken. Fang discontinues fighting as well.
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Post by Ruby on Dec 6, 2019 21:21:16 GMT -8
Nobody within the crowd had expected the fight to end in such a manner. The declaration of forfeit came as a suprise to many as most of them had expected to that the pinkette Saiyan would fight until she hit the mat, or rather the concrete. Afterall, that was the fate of many fighters that challenged her and they had expected the same with the pinkette. Ruby chuckled dryly at the crowds displeasure noting that some were ready to chuck whatever they're holding in their hands but stopped, not wanting to attract the lioness's attention. Nobody had any doubts that she would act on her threat as they scarpered immediately like insects under light. Some even fell onto the ground and from the looks of it, even soiled their pants slightly. She could barely conceal her grin at the sight. The real surprise for the pinkette was Fang's show of concern after the fight was over. She had expected the Saiyan to simply leave with the money or at most, gave her a departing wish of fortune in her future endeavor. Instead the silver haired beauty inquired of her financial position which caused her to chuckle and swiftly shook her head in response. "It's fine, honestly, this money I'm giving away is an investment. I won't go broke just yet."An investment to what, she didn't elaborate as instead she would head on over where she kept her dufflebag. Unzipping the content, it revealed thick wads of cash within should Fang wish to inspect. Once done, she would zip it back up before handing the bag to her. Normally she wouldn't reject to accept her share of the funds but it was one that she offered to the winner. Retracting what was offered would leave a bad taste in her mouth. When Fang offered Ruby her shoulder to lean on Ruby blinked as her cheek gradually change colour to match her hair. A variety of different emotions assailed her heart, one that she was quite unfamiliar with. Part of her want to simply turn and run away but that would be quite embarassing not to mention difficult with how exhausted she was. Finally she gave Fang a nod before moving towards Fang to borrow her shoulder. "I'll take you on that offer then."With that, Ruby would let Fang lead her towards the nearest hospital. She wondered the story behind the individual she fought with. Defined muscles and peerless skills hinted that she was experienced in fighting. Perhaps even belonging to a martial art schools of sort. Her unorthodox methods and quick wits however suggested that she was self-taught. But the mystery that piqued her interest the most was the face behind the boar mask. Indeed there were a lot of questions but right now she only had one that she wished to ask. "Hey....would you like to join me treasure hunting some time Fang?"WC: 485 TWC:4450 Fang
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Post by Fang on Dec 7, 2019 4:31:53 GMT -8
It left a bad taste in Fang’s mouth. Though she won the contest, she failed to shake the feeling that there might have been a factor contributing to the opponent’s inability to harm her outside of her immense battle power by comparison. After fighting with her, she ascertained that the pink-haired woman sported a great deal of martial skill. Did she have techniques in her repertoire she was unable to use because of her pressure? Fang could have been overthinking things. From the looks of it, there were times throughout the bout where Ruby pressed on and gave it her all to inflict some damage—maybe she chose the wrong approach.
Well, she didn’t seem to be pulling punches. If she had more power to show, then there were many opportunities where she had the disposition to act on that. Fang concluded she had a lot of potential based on her varied skillset and technique, and she was certain after this bout she would pose a far greater challenge when it came to thwarting her. But she still won the money, and even though she had qualms with accepting it at first, she decided to give herself a break while she was ahead. Fang was already being nice and there was a certain point where being too nice resulted in one coming off as a tool.
After announcing this was not the extent of her funds Ruby showed Fang the asinine amounts of cash wads stowed within the bag. Eyes going wide and her mouth ajar, she stared at the contents with disbelief. For an impoverished fighter with no reliable source of income, the sheer amount of money in one place left her awestricken. It became hard to articulate words or thoughts about the amount she received, and she wondered if it was an excessive amount for such a haphazard unsanctioned contest.
Fang wanted to ask about the means of obtaining such an amount of dough. However, she quickly realized she cared little about the means of acquisition; whether it was blood money had little bearing on her in the first place. It was how the former bandit lived most of her life. It was curiosity that made her wonder about it, not a moral obligation. Few people paid in large sums of hard cash and obtained it through legal means. Those who offered impressive amounts wrote checks to be deposited in a proper bank because they had no reservations towards it being traceable.
Therefore, she had a lot of questions about who this individual was. She could have been a wealthy woman from a notorious, or famous, organization. Fang sensed an ulterior to the entire show. Few people ferried away that much incentive out of the kindness of their heart. The argument of Fang being a pretty face was debunked with it being an open challenge with many unruly, unpleasant people littering the ground around them; there was no way of knowing she would show up unless there was random intelligence about her. Given her lack of recognition when seeing her, that couldn’t be the case.
Either way, she decided not to dwell on it for too long. Fang was always interested in mystery, and this was an interesting individual. Unable to resist pondering about it at first, she had to force herself to stop thinking about it to make good on the promise of lending a shoulder.
She didn’t miss the pigment her cheeks assumed when she proved receptive to the offer; Fang, despite the temper, was not an idiot. It made her release a small, dry chuckle under her breath. When it came to these matters, she was inexperienced. That didn’t mean she wasn’t welcoming it if that ended up being the case, because not only was she piquing her interest, but she was a beauty to boot. The warrior lacked qualms for being too fast; slow burn romances and not taking the initiative before another person did it for her would be a stain on her record she would never purge.
Allowing the woman to borrow her shoulder, she made sure she was comfortable and refrained from agitating any existing injuries. The last thing the half-Saiyan wanted to do was make the inflictions more grievous than they already were. She was glad she took up the offer about being escorted to the hospital, because she knew the city well and she knew people could be petty, malicious and irrational when it came to getting vengeance on those who wronged them. In her current state, she doubted Ruby would be able to take on a full attack from multiple combatants even despite how effortlessly she defeated them the first time.
Ruby posed an interesting offer, and maybe that was the reason she had that much money on her and justified seeking a person who could handle themselves in battle. As someone who specialized in treasure hunting, she was not opposed to the idea.
”I’d like that, I’m used to treasure hunting. Would give me an opportunity to learn more about a mysterious pretty girl, too.”
WC: 847 TWC: 7467 Ruby
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