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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 7, 2008 11:03:07 GMT -8
OOC: Spectators are welcome D: INTERFERE IN ANYWAY 'N I KEEW YOU
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Running
She usually was this time of day. You can’t keep up an athletic fit factor if you don’t try to maintain it! From her apartment for eight miles everyday after school, through town, which consisted mostly of construction sites, back alleys with ‘dead ends’ junk yards and, of course, her current location; the beach. Delilah refused to run on the boardwalk, preferring the loose sand and tide to stable asphalt and wood. And why would that be, you ask? It’s the same reason she took detours through junkyards with angry pit bulls, as well as construction sites with whistling and hollering workers; Delilah loved a challenge. Running through soft, loose sand in army grade boots was no easy task, and she found it helped her control her balance on stable ground far easier.
But today, Delilah was on the beach for a different reason. She slowed to a jog and found her shadow, and spent her time waiting by performing khmer boxing with it, hooks, jabs and kicks flying left and right as she honed her ability.
Get here already…[/color]
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Post by Yahto Fang on May 28, 2008 16:50:57 GMT -8
"Fancy meeting you here."
Unbeknownst to Delilah, Yahto had been waiting at the beach for a little while. Well, maybe not at this exact spot, but the arcade at the snack area was still technically part of the beach! But no matter. Currently, he was standing near the shoreline with his back to the sun, the sunset highlighting his entire body in a soft halo. He wore a pair of raggy pair of blue jeans with a hole in the knee, an old hoodie with an "E-Nomine" logo on the front, and some fingerless black gloves over his hands. One hand was nestled in the front pocket of his hoodie, though.
There was one thing that was out of place was the look on his face. Instead of the ever present confident smirk and laid back attitude, Yahto looked he was about to whoop some ass. The way his eyes seemed to blaze despite his calm appearance was proof of that. Probably because he was still kinda sore at being jerked around by Delilah's mind games.
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Rem
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*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
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Post by Rem on May 29, 2008 6:37:02 GMT -8
Unbeknownst to both combatants, Rem sat crouched on his haunches atop a flag pole a bit further up the shore. Bag of popcorn in hand, and with eager anticipation, the youth awaited the fight his girlfriend was about to participate in.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 30, 2008 16:57:14 GMT -8
Delilah tilted her head a little at Yahto's greeting, but did not stop her movements. She jabbed and kicked at her invisible opponent, finding her rythem. She ended her workout with a low, open-palm thrust, before turning to face him and shoving her hands into her pockets. She wouldn't look in the least bit tired from her run or her shadow boxing. She inclined her head, smiling a little. "Shocking, I know," She replied casually. There was a bit of an awkward silence following this breif exchange. Delilah knew Yahto was still pretty peeved about what happened on the roof, but she didn't know what to tell him. Not yet anyway.
"Soooo," Delilah coughed into her fist, mad at herself for being so....so....well, blegh. She leaned back a little and grinned. "Got any requests for the fight? If not, it's your move. My first move was back there on the roof," She raised a delicate eyebrow and her lips tugged up on the left corner. "Let's see if your bite's as bad as your bark."
OOc: Delilah's stats for this fight.
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 27
Intelligence: 22
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 3
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Post by Yahto Fang on May 31, 2008 22:17:33 GMT -8
"If you say so." replied Yahto, though not nearly as happily as Delilah. In fact, the boy's look only seemed to darken as the sun continued to disappear behind the horizon. But then, Yahto released what appeared to be an annoyed and somewhat bored sigh. Personally, he didn't like having to fight someone just to prove himself to them, especially since he didn't give a rat's ass about what most others thought of him. But Delilah had challenged him, in her own roundabout and annoying way. If she wanted to see what he was made of so badly, then he really had no choice in the matter but to take her on.
And beat it into her brain that you don't fuck with Yahto Fang and expect to walk away without some broken bones to show for it.
With that said, it was time to begin this little showdown. But unlike his bout with John Ong, Yahto didn't lower down into his beast-like Wolf Kung Fu stance just yet. No, with the way he was feeling, he wasn't going to give Delilah the benefit of a warning. Instead, the first thing that Yahto did was vanish into thin air using his Body Flicker technique and reappear crouching low the ground in front of Delilah. A well-aimed elbow strike to the knee was already rocketing its way towards its target.
However, that was merely a diversion.
Just as Yahto's, or what appeared to be Yahto, elbow strike was about halfway to connecting with the girl's knee, another copy of Yahto appeared to Delilah's left and was already thrusting a pointed hand stab directly at her kidney, also keeping crouching low the ground like the first copy. But again, this was also merely a diversion. Both of the Yahto's surrounding Delilah were nothing more than optical illusions cast by the boy's tremendous speed, agility, and Qi control. They would only last for a second or two at most before disappearing right before her eyes, but they didn't need to last any longer than that to distract her.
The real attack would come from above. As the two after-images served their purpose by distracting Delilah, the real Yahto would phase into existence in mid-air behind her head with his left leg raised straight up. Then, using Body Flicker to increase the blow's speed even more, he brought his heel down towards the girl's head with all the speed and power of a hammer striking the proverbial anvil.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 2, 2008 17:54:04 GMT -8
Delilah's lips twitched as Yahto flickered out of her vision and she exhaled. She didn't know how the fight would go, but the atmosphere was right. So right that she almost regretted it.
Almost.
She had little time to dwell on that, however, as Yahto had rematerialized low to the ground in front of her, aiming an elbow strike for her knee. Her reflexes kicked in, and she raised her foot, stomping down on Yahto's elbow and pinning him to the sand.
Except all her foot found was sand.
The raven haired mechanic balked as her blue eyes widened. Yahto wasn't in sight. He was as gone as the wind that he'd left behind. "The hell-" Before Delilah could fully finish her sentance, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She suddenly swiveled on her hips, grabbing Yahto by the wrist and yanking him forwards, thrusting her open palm into his waiting abdomen.
All her hand met was air.
"Gah..." She hissed. She had seen Yahto flicker out of sigt just as she performed her counter attack. And unless Yahto could dig through the earth, that must mean...
Reacting on only instinct, she threw her upper half onto the ground, holding herself up with one hand, her left leg curled down as her right boot met Yahto's heel, illusion or no. She clenched her teeth at the force of the blow, which had forced Delilah's hand to make a depression in the sand beneath her. She would spring away and back onto her feet as gravity helped Yahto back to the ground (or so she hoped). She was still smiling. "Nice trick." she commented. That was shortlived however, and eased her left foot forwards. A spplit second later, Delilah would be in the air, lashing out at Yahto's head with her right foot, then using her momentum to do the same with her left.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jun 3, 2008 10:04:46 GMT -8
Yahto's foot, along with the rest of him, landed hard enough in the sand to raise a small geyser of it A frown lined the corner's of the boy's mouth. He was sure that last technique woul've connected. Delilah seemed to be too hot-headed and reckless to be that aware of her surroundings. But in any case, that just meant he would have to resort to more sneakier strategies.
After uttering a small growl, Yahto resumed his four-legged stance and whipped his head in reaction to hearing Delilah's voice. She must've been confident in herself if she thought she had the time to talk during this fight. So she still thought she could take him lightly, eh? Time to fix that. His right hand clawed at the ground as he watched his oppenent leap in the air and come at him, her right leg and then her left whipping at him in a kind of scissor-kick.
From what Yahto could see in this situation, he had two advantages over this particular manuever of her's. 1.) Since he was barely over a foot and a half over the ground, most aerial manuevers would simply sail right over him. 2.) People couldn't dodge in the air. Knowing this, Yahto's reaction was swift and decisive. With another burst of Body Flicker to gain momentum, Yahto leapt to the outside edge of Delilah's right leg, thus escaping the range of her left before quickly rising to his feet. Just as her ankle grazed by his nose, the boy reached out and caught her right ankle in a Wolf Bite grip while it was still in mid-flight, then simultaneously yanked it up while driving his right elbow down into her knee cap.
If this worked the way Yahto hoped and predicted it would, Delilah's knee would bend the wrong way just far enough to cause a truckload of pain and render that entire leg all but useless. It wasn't his style to break bones during a sparring match, but then this wasn't exactly meant for fun. If she wanted to see what he was truly capable of in a real fight, then she was going to get an eyefull.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 9, 2008 16:59:28 GMT -8
Delilah's eyes widened in surprise as he flickered into the air with her and grabbed her ankle. Fast... was all she had time to think before instinct took over. He was too fast to block and being in midair, she was in no position to dodge. There was only one choice.
-Thunk-
Would be the noise that resulted out of the contact made with Delilah's kneecap. She hissed in pain, but it was greatly lessened, by half. She hadn't enough time to push her protection to maximum. There'd be a helluva bruise (she could already feel the blood beginning to clot), but she'd still be able to use her leg. In the meantime, Yahto's elbow that had connected with her knee had also connected with her Qi; a dense, metal like defense system that felt like hitting iron. However, the raven haired mechanic was not smiling. She hadn't wanted to bring out her Qi so soon.
The moment after his blow had connected with her knee, she moved. She raised her free leg and slammed it down into the bend of his bent arm with intense ferocity, then would attempt to clamp his forearm between her calf and thigh, preventing movement if it were to work. Because one hand was on her ankle, and the other arm clamped, he would be left virtually defenseless...at least, in the torso region.
What followed, whether her leg-clamp worked or not, was a series of furious and flurried jabs and open palmed thrusts, mostly to his chest, but one or two to the sides of his head. When and if he let go, Delilah would let herself hit the ground in an expectant crouch, any sign of her previous smile gone.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jun 11, 2008 17:52:02 GMT -8
Yahto hit the ground rolling soon after Delilah had landed, then came to a low and animal-like crouch. One hand clawed at the sand while his other was raised defensively in front of his face, his eyes glaring out at her from over the top of his sleeve. The way they seemed to glint in the fading sunlight was like the way a predator would look at strong prey. Methodical, Patient, and Relentless. Far from the youth's usual carefree aloofness. But along with that ferocity was a hint of something else.
Surprise.
He knew for a fact that he should've been able to inflict more damage to her knee with that elbow strike than that. In fact, the combination of him lifting her leg up into the elbow strike should've wrenched her knee the wrong way and rendered it almost totally useless. Yet, there she was and standing on it like it was only really sore. Not only that, but striking her felt like he was hitting metal. Something was definitely up. Also, the leg clamp she had managed to trap him in and the furious jabs to his side would've done quite a lot of damage if Yahto had been any slower. Luckily, he had managed to hoist his lower body up and to the right and knock away most of her strikes with some rapid-fire kicking.
So that brought them up to this point. The only explanation Yahto could think of for Delilah's metallic "aura" (since he couldn't think of any other word to describe it) was that she was generating it with Qi, which again surprised him. He hadn't thought that the girl was even capable of harnessing the power of her own Qi, not without some formal training at least. But at any rate, that barrier was going to become a problem if she was allowed to make it stronger. It needed to be taken down and quickly, and there was only one way Yahto knew would work. The problem would be that it using it would be probably just as dangerous for him as it would be for her. But then, taking calculated risks was just another part of fighting.
"Huh... Looks like I won't have to feel bad about not holding back with this one. Not if she can use Qi." Yahto thought to himself, his eyes narrowing a bit more before he rose to his full height. His expression remained ominous and was still trained on Delilah, but his posture was almost casual despite the atmosphere of the fight. He deftly reached into a pocket and withdrew a pair of items he only took out for when he knew he wasn't going to be holding back in a fight. The first was a pair of old black leather gloves with the fingers cut off and put them on, stretching the material over his hands to give them some amount of protection. The second was a wolf's tooth that hung from a chain. An heirloom given to him from his grandfather. It was only for sentimental reasons, but he always felt closer to his Spirit Guide whenever he wore it. For some reason, it just felt appropriate right now.
Once Yahto had finished putting the necklace around his neck and snapping the gloves into place, he lifted his gaze to Delilah and called out to her. "For both of our sakes, I hope you'll be able to walk away from this." he said to her over the breeze of the ocean. It sounded the like the boy was concerned for her safety and he kind of was, in a way. But he wasn't warning her about their fight. He was warning her about the technique he was about to use.
Then, after crouching low the ground once more, Yahto focused his Qi throughout his body and rushed at Delilah on all fours, but faster than anything the girl had ever seen before. One moment, he suddenly vanished with a plume of sand thrown back in his wake, and the next there were roughly twenty illusionary copies of the boy continuously vanishing and reappear in different spots around Delilah's perimeter. The speed at which he moved made it seem like he really was in twenty different places at once. Within moments, it was like Delilah had been trapped in a miniature whirlwind of blowing sand and flitting shadows on all fronts. Escape was no longer an option for her.
But then... all of the copies surrounding her started to attack. From that moment, the real Yahto would flicker in and out of the whirling cyclone faster than the eye could see and lash out at Delilah with punches, kicks, and elbow strikes that would seem to hit in multiple and random places almost simultaneously. Nearly forty strikes would be thrown at her in the first three seconds of the technique and more would still come as it went on. The good news was that Yahto believed this would shatter Delilah's metallic aura quickly and leave her open to his attacks. But the bad news was that striking that aura was like striking pure steel and it would leave the boy's hands severely damaged without protection, hence the reason why he put on the gloves. But even then, the best they could do was lessen the damage done to his fists by a small amount.
This was the pinnacle of Yahto's self-taught kung fu style. The one technique that was never to be used in a spar, and the one that only a precious few opponent's have ever seen. Wolf's Cyclone.
Ten seconds had passed and roughly a hundred strikes had been thrown at Delilah. But then, at the last instant before Yahto's Qi would run out, the boy reappeared low to the ground in front of Delilah, then thrust a leg straight up and just under her chin. With luck, this blow would lift her body straight up in the air and allow Yahto to follow it up with a combo string of kicks to her gut that would continue to lift her sky wards. After that, a final kick would come sweeping from the side and hopefully knock her body back towards the ground and leave Yahto above her. The final strike would be a straight forward punch to her solar plexis that would send her plummeting like a comet back to the beach. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 18, 2008 10:35:18 GMT -8
((HOLY POST xD))
Delilah's eyes glared back at Yahto's. He'd kicked all of her shots away...It didn't hurt or anything; it was a defensive move, so it wasn't meant to hurt. A pretty good one too, she had to admit. And Delilah didn't admit these things often. Not even to herself. She found her breathing a little accelerated as she shifted and slipped into a standing position. She too was digging in her pockets. In her left hand, she held a pair of slightly charred, fingerless gloves. She growled under her breath. They were still heavy, dammit all. But it looked like she was going to have to get serious....she would need them. She pulled a screw driver from inside her shirt with her free hand, and dipped it into her right pocket.
"For both of our sakes, I hope you'll be able to walk away from this."
Delilah blinked and tilted her head curiously. Was that...concern she heard in his voice? The right corner of her lip tugged into a smirk, though her eyes refused to smile. "I hope so too," She replied with a hint of knowing. She had a feeling she knew how this last bit would go.
It wasn't gonna be pretty, that was for sure.
She quickly pulled on one of her gloves, then retracted the screw driver out from her pocket, pulling with it nearly five feet of seven joined wrenches. Oh, blessed cargo pants. What would we do without ye? She put her gloved hand over the wrenches as she pulled them out of her pocket, running them through her gloved hand. Her glove would ignite at the friction created, and the gasoline that drenched her gloves would coat the wrenches. She let the opposite ends join together as she watched Yahto drop into a crouch, and stuck the screw driver back in her shirt. She would be holding the now circle of flaming wrenches with her open palms, around her midsection. Her secondary defense.
When he attacked, Delilah had to blink to make sure she'd seen him. All there was was a burst of sand, followed by another, then another, until she couldn't see her surroundings. The blows came soon after. It felt simultaneous...she could feel the momentum behind them, jerking her in two, three directions at once. The pain was halved...that much she could be thankful for. But at the same time, it was maddening...how in hell...was he so fast?
Blows rained upon, her, and she found it increasingly difficult to maintain the ring of fire that surrounded her, not to mention the minimal protection that surrounded her body. He might have hit the wrenches a couple times, maybe was even singed by their heat, but the majority was positively thrashing Delilah. She could feel cuts opening, blood clotting under her skin, and blood spilling from her mouth.
His combo was the killer...all throughout the onslaught, her Qi had withheld...all be it, it was cracking in places, but it had withheld, for the most part. The blow to her chin was the thing that shattered her shield. She felt her body rise into the air without really feeling it. The flaming wrenches lay on the sand below them, smothered or turning the sand to shards of glass. She felt no pain from the final hit; only the force behind it. She was beyond feeling at that point.
Delilah hit the sand with such force that a huge plume emerged from where she made contact. Lets be honest; she looked like shit. She was cut, bleeding, burnt, bruised...and she could feel a tightness in her chest that wasn't there before. Most of her clothes had been torn to absolute shreds. Two minutes after impact, a chuckle could be heard from her position.
Delilah eased herself into a sitting position, her body shivering with the effort. She had a blood streaked smile on her face, and the whites of her left eye were shocked with red, due to a popped blood vessel. Holding her chest, she got to her feet, albeit very very very slolwy.
"Damn....Not bad, fang." she threw him a friendly wink and slowly turned around, limping slowly back to the boardwalk. She beckoned to Rem "Now if you'll excuse me...I'd better get home. I've got cars to fix. Nice dancing with you."
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jun 21, 2008 19:31:49 GMT -8
After the technique had ended and he came to a hard landing close by where she once lay, Yahto had rose (a little on the shaky side) from his four pointed beast stance, his breathing heavy and sweat dripping from his brow like he had just gotten out of the shower. That technique, Wolf's Cyclone, had always been the one that took the most out of him, both physically and spiritually. But in the end, like he stated before, calculated risks were often as big a part of fighting as was punching and kicking. It came with the territory.
Unfortunately, his hands and arms didn't seem to agree. Striking that metallic aura of her's over and over again had just about destroyed the boy's hands, like he had predicted, but the flaming chain of wrenches had caught him byy surprise. Not only did he feel like he had been endlessly striking at steel, but flaming steel to boot. And he certainly looked like it. Blood from his hands ran freely through the old leather of his gloves, drenching the faded black in rivers of red that stained the sand below. The sleeves of the hoodie he wore had been all but burnt away up to the elbows by the fire coursing up and down Delilah's circle of wrenches. That, and his arms had been singed red and were now painfully tender. He could guess that a few of his knuckles and wrist bones had been snapped, not to mention burned even beneath his gloves.
Still... Compared to how Delilah was looking afterwards, he could confidently say his injuries were the lesser of the two evils. Glancing at his charred gloves and reddened arms, Yahto sharply inhaled a pained hiss at the sight of them before shaking his head. "What is with people using fire around here? First John... Now this crazy chick." he muttered dismally. It was enough to make him wonder just how many other pyromaniacs went to this PHS 259.
But even so... There was something else that wasn't sitting quite right with him.
Yahto wasn't quite sure what to think as he watched Delilah hobble away towards the boardwalk. On the one hand, he done what he had set out to do from the very beginning. Teach her a lesson, reclaim his pride, and drive it through her thick skull that he wasn't someone to be taken lightly. Especially when it came to jerking his chain with stupid mind games and riddles in order to get him to do what someone else wanted. But on the other... Well... Why did he feel so crappy over whoopin' her oil-slicked butt? It was almost like this entire fight had been too easy? Like she hadn't come at him with everything she had. He would've thought someone as strong (butch) like Delilah would've been able to go for a few more rounds yet? Especially when she had a barrier around her through most of the hundred strikes that were rained down her in the beginning.
Well... There was only one way to find out.
"HEY!" Yahto shouted at Delilah's back. "Is that all you've got? Miss "I think I'm so clever yet I can't fight worth a damn"? For someone so manly like you, I would've thought you'd be more of a challenge." Again, Yahto's expression and eyes were totally humorless. But on the inside... Well... Now that he felt like he had proved to her just what he was capable of... He was practically rolling with laughter.
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Post by Rem on Jun 21, 2008 20:09:08 GMT -8
Perched high atop the flagpole, Rem's eyes would twitch. His lips were bleeding, streaming down his chin and dripping erratically on the sand far below, a result of biting them so hard in an attempt to keep himself from interfering. Especially after this latest attack. He knew his girlfriend well enough to know that she was on her last legs. She'd fought admirably and he was extremely proud. Yet, this Yahto guy was treading on dangerous territory, insulting his girlfriend. Rem wished that she'd not fall for the bait, but knowing her she'd take it; if only for her pride. He wanted to go down there and give the guy a piece of his mind, but he knew Delilah would be mad at him. He could only hope.
"...Delilah...don't..."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 25, 2008 14:27:04 GMT -8
"HEY!"
Delilah cocked her head to show she was listening, but didn't stop walking. No point, really, she thought. It was pointless to keep fighting what should be finished.
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"Is that all you've got? Miss "I think I'm so clever yet I can't fight worth a damn"? For someone so manly like you, I would've thought you'd be more of a challenge."
"Oh?"
Delilah stopped mid step, straightening her back at his words. Her back still facing him, her shoulders shook with silent, painful, and uncontrollable laughter. "'All I've got'?" she murmured with a slight chuckle in her tone. "You must have noticed if you've resorted to commenting on how I look. You want the truth?" Delilah reached again into her pocket and took out a red ribbon, gathering her hair with the other. "I'm not too good at going easy on people. I'm either too obvious or fail miserably. I guess I was too obvious. And why did I go easy on you?"
She knotted the ribbon into her hair, forming it into a pony tail. "For Arim. But I know if she heard you just now, she'd be devastated. Good a taunt as that was, you need to think about the consequences before you act.
"So, you'd better put up or shut up..." She turned her body to face him side ways, another smile stretching her lips. In a few words...it was the Joker's smile. "if you want to ever put up again."
Delilah's left leg suddenly swung up into a round house kick at the air in front of her, slamming her foot back down hard onto the sand below. A small curtain of dust kicked up in front of her, followed by a second larger one, closer to Yahto, then a third, all consecutively getting higher and closer to her opponent until the curtain of sand reached a grand total of ten feet high, six feet wide, directly underneath Yahto himself. This should create a blinding effect in front of Yahto and at his sides as well. He wouldn't, or shouldn't know where Delilah was attacking from, provided he was still fast enough to evade.
As quickly as the sand shield went up in front of Yahto, was Delilah through it. Provided he could actually see, he would notice twin streaks of fire sliding between his legs. If his eyes were closed due to the sand, he wouldn't notice, except maybe for the heat. She would turn toface away from him as she slid underneath him, sliding the inside of her right leg over the front of his as she brought herself to a standing position behind him.
Of course, if he were to close his legs as she slid through...well, he'd be in for a very big surprise. Delilah had held her gloved, flaming hands crossed over her chest, meaning if he were to close his legs to try and stop her...well, lets just say Yahto wouldn't be partaking in too much running any time soon.
However, if he hadn't, Delilah would be standing behind him, as the sand began it's descent. She would slam her open, flaming palm into his left shoulder blade with tremendous, crippling force. At the same time, she'd more or less body-check all her weight onto his back. The effect of pushing his shoulder forwards and keeping his right leg locked in place as she threw her body forwards onto his should knock him forwards and prevent him from stumbling and catching himself because of her leg in front of his.
If and when he was at the point of no return, where Yahto would only be able to save his fall by landing on his hands and knees, Delilah would retract her leg and bring herself upright again. When she was back in this position, she'd throw her right leg back into the air, flick her Qi to Maximum on the underside of her calf, and bring it down across his shoulder blades. Whether or not he was able to maintain the stance he would need to save himself from falling, especially after having that brought down on his shoulders, his cut, burnt and bleeding hands and arms would only dig deeper into the sand. If he wanted to save his arms, he's have to let himself fall face first, though he wasn't likely to let that happen.
Delilah took her leg off his shoulders before her pants caught fire as well, provided everything had gone to plan, and settled back into relaxed stance. She was breathing hard and heavy, and resisted the urge to clutch at the pain in her chest and wipe the blood trickling from her lip. If this fight continued, and she was pretty sure it would, she wouldn't last much longer. She was sure she'd made Yahto damn angry by this point. Her wild-smile stretched further. Was it time to get serious?
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jun 25, 2008 22:23:23 GMT -8
As far as Yahto could tell, he definitely struck a nerve in Delilah. Which was exactly what he was hoping for. If there was one thing he hated even more than being tricked and manipulated, it was someone going easy on him when it wasn't necessary. Smirking lightly at the words Delilah spoke, Yahto glanced down at his bloodied hands one last time before he had returned into his patented Wolf Style four-pointed stance. Putting even a little pressure on his hands hurt like Hell, but then again... They couldn't really get any worse so there was no point in playing it safe for them. "All right... But you asked for it." Yahto replied, a mixture of darkness and mirth laced within his words. Now it would be time to see what she was really capable of.
The layers of sand closing in on him was definitely a surprise, but only because Delilah was the one who was sending them at him. He had seen this technique before, but not for a long time. Not since he had sparring with his father, Ran Fang, on the beach back in his native China. But Ran Fang was a Shou'Shu' Dragon and one of the last of his kind. Delilah... was a biker chick. The blindness tactic she was trying to use was as plain and clear as the streaks of red in her own hair.
And if Yahto's hunch was right.... Yup. Right on cue. While Yahto had been watching the sand waves come closer and closer to him, he had been tensing his body as if preparing to jump. Just waiting for the right moment when he would be surrounded on all sides by layers of sand. When the moment came, that's when he made his move.
However, it appeared that Yahto wouldn't get the chance. Delilah soon came bursting through one of the swirling walls of sand, slid across the ground to get behind him, and proceeded to deliver blow after crippling flaming blow into the back of his hoodie. The sand was moving so fast Yahto could barely see what was happening, let alone actually defend against the raven-haired girl's assault.
That is, if he was actually there to attempt defending against it. Let's just say that Delilah was going to be in for one hell of a surprise when the sand finally fell back to the ground. Because the first thing she would see and realize, and probably quite furiously, would be that she had just savagely assaulted not Yahto himself, but Yahto's hooded sweatshirt. Or what remained of it, anyway. Granted, it was now nothing more than a black hood barely attached to a smoldering cotten rag. Right from the start, Yahto realized that the sand was going to be used for a diversion to hide her from his line of sight, and any smart fighter would use such a tactic to cover the opponent's sight in all directions. Yahto knew it would be unwise to move right or left and forward or backward because he knew he had no way of telling which way Delilah would be coming from.
Of course, the only other choice was up.
So with that mind, Yahto used his Body Flicker technique to empower his legs with Qi and make a tremendous vertical leap extremely high into the air. At the same time, he also removed his hooded sweatshirt to give Delilah something to bat around and give the impression that he was caught in her technique. If he couldn't see that well in the sand, than it was plausible that she couldn't either. Of course, as the old saying went... "What goes up..." and all that. With a vengeance.
But then...
A faint shadow from overhead would cover Delilah where she stood. If she were to look up, she would only find an airborne Yahto, spinning furiously fast as he somersaulted like a meteor falling to Earth. Yahto could only guess that she'd be in shock or highly annoyed with him. Either way, he was enjoying it nonetheless. But then, just as it seemed his impact with his opponent was imminent, Yahto suddenly extended his right leg straight up above him, and then used the force of his rotation to bring his heel crashing down towards either her head or her shoulder like a hammer striking the proverbial anvil. The end result would be a shockwave of sand, air, and concussive force spreading out over the beach from where the boy's heel had struck, regardless of it actually connecting with Delilah's weary body.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 14, 2008 18:17:43 GMT -8
A low growl escaped Delilah's lips as her hands touched his hoodie. It went up in flames in a matter of seconds. Her eyes flicked left and right as the dust fell, the hoodie burning slowly at her feet. Nothing. He had gone.
She didn't have to look up; not that she could (moving her neck was agony). She saw the shadow expanding beneath her. The smile flickered at her lips. She was going to have to keep this brief.
She timed it well, but not perfectly. She stepped to the side at the last possible second and latched on to Yahto's calf with her left hand. Exerting what was left of her strength and inhaling sharply in pain, she twisted her body to the right. At the same time, her right hand would come up, the maximum coverage coating her open, flaming palm, as she sent it in the opposite direction that Yahto would be moving, and into his abdomen.
Whether he blocked the attack or not (the result might be worse with his arms) the percussion of his attack was enormous. The dust buffeted out around them in one big shockwave. The force had done no considerable damage to Delilah, but it had knocked the wind out of her. That was dangerous enough, considering her cracked ribs. Whether or not her attack fully connected in the way it was intended, she'd have dropped him, grasping her chest and trying to breathe, stumbling away from Yahto. Even before she got her breath back, she had settled into another stance, though it looked like a feather could have knocked her out at this point. Despite that, she was still grinning, even as her vision swam in her eyes.
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