Rem -vs- Zan

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Name of Fighters: Rem Aoyama, Zan
Arena Description: The Dais in the middle of the school courtyard, next to the water fountain.
Match Type: To the Knock Out/Surrender
Special Rules:
- Stats/RP Combo
- Special Conditions[/ul]

Remember: Grace period is one month, so if someone doesn't post for a month from the last date posted, the last person to post auto-wins.

FIGHT!

[Rem]

Zan. Who was he again? Rem wasn't particularly sure. But then again, Rem was never entirely sure about most things in his life. But, he was sure about one thing, however. The water felt goooooooooood. Rem sat on the edge of the fountain. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only his zipped and chained black baggy pants and no footwear. The resulting splashing water from the fountain rained down upon his bare back in soft, drumming sensations that proved invaluable to stave off the day's heat.

[Zana]

As the naked prey bathed in the water, the hunter watched. Slowly, from behind his foe a small shadow appeared. It grew larger and larger as the image came into view-


It was a metal trash can, which was headed on a collision course for the half naked boy's back.

Running forward, Zan yelled

"Giant metal projectile headed your way you dolt!"

Of course- he was the one who threw it. His angriness was just a figment of his mind- a weird side effect. It has passed after a few battles, but fighting was simply fun. It was fun.

He wanted more.

[Rem]

Seems like someone was just a bit overzealous, and for a change, it wasn't him. Sitting like this had left Rem a bit nostalgic, but not too into his own thoughts so as not to notice the shadow superimposing itself on his and getting larger by the moment. Rem simply rose to his feet, took a few moments to decide his next course of action, and then acted on it. Rotating on the ball of his right foot, Rem pivoted his body a full 180 degrees, catching the trash can in mid-flight with the heel of his left foot. The impact caved in the garbage receptacle turned projectile and caused it to swivel about in place for several seconds before rocketing off to the side, where it collided with the ground in a few hops before slowly rolling to a stop against the first step that led up to the main entrance.

"Giant metal projectile headed your way you dolt!"

Yeah, no kidding... His leg remained poised in the kicking position for a few moments before he bent it at the knee and let it rejoin its right brother on the ground beside the fountain. Catching sight of the owner of the voice, also most likely the person who saw it fit to teach his back some strange new meaning to the phrase 'litter-free', Rem would simply shrug and hop twice and start a small bounce, like a boxer getting warmed up in the ring.

"So, you're Zan? Since you've joined Militia, I kinda took it upon myself to see exactly how good you are."

[Zana]

((How does Rem know about that?!- did i join it...? >_>))

Zan smirked as he watched his foe carefully. Like the fight he had with the senior, this kid was performing a similar movement.

"So, you're Zan? Since you've joined Militia, I kinda took it upon myself to see exactly how good you are."

Test? Did he really need to follow through with this test? Oh well- it didn't matter much, since this would be a good chance to see if he had improved or not.

Turning his body to the right, crouching slightly and raising his fists up- one behind the other, about a feet apart, Zan took on his defensive/offensive pose. If this kid would attack- he would counter it or defend. One thing was for sure- this kid was huge. Meaning, he had a load of muscle. Which probably inferred a load of strength.

Tilting his head, Zan slowly erected himself and walked in a circle around the fountain, until he was near his foe. Actually- he changed his mind and began to hop, walk backward until he found the trashcan once more. Grinning, he drew his leg back and kicked the trashcan at Rem once more, as he ran forward- to the left in order to launch an attack.

He would shoot past the trashcan when it got deflected or blocked. If the trashcan was avoided, he would improvise.

[Rem]

((1. Rem is in charge of info concerning Militia, therefore its highly likely that he at least knows about you.
2. Rem is over a foot shorter than Zan, as well as close to 20 lbs lighter. He's muscular, not HUGE >_<))

Here we go again. Rem would lean forward and let his body go somewhat limp as he strafed to the left, casting a sidelong glance at his old foe (the trashcan) as it sailed just an inch from his ear. He brought his body up as he proceeded to make a dash toward his opponent...except... Zan had long since vacated the spot.

It didn't take long for Rem to locate his opponent, after all, they were now pretty much face to face. Zan had used the trashcan as cover and was in prime position to launch an unrestricted attack. Or would he? To make the best of the precarious position, Rem swung his right arm, launching a swift jab aimed at Zan's grinning face. Whether the attack was defended or dodged, he'd then spin on the ball of his foot and shoot his right knee at his opponent's left side.

[Zana]

((Hey- for special conditions- hows about having kids come out into the courtyard occasionally. XD))

Zan watched as Rem went past the trashcan and aimed a jab for his face. Dodging the arm, he watched as Rem spun and shot a knee upward- which was avoided as Zan jerked himself to the side a bit more. This time, he launched an attack, a swift reverse roundhouse with the heel aimed at his foe's upper torso.

However, as they fought, the school bell seemed to ring as students began to walk into the courtyard. Class switching time.

Most likely- both of them would want to avoid fighting these kids or harming them. Most likely....

However, they could also use the kids to their advantage. A few of the students were gawking at the fight, while others ignored the common scene. One too many fights in the school had dulled the excitement.

[Rem]

((Uh, sure?))

Rem ignored the new spectators, his mind and body totally on the action right in front of him.
His fist and knee only found air, his opponent having adeptly evaded the strikes. As Zan's heel sailed toward his chest, Rem simply brought a quick palm up to parry the blow, pushing the appendage away forcefully. Hoping the move would at least disorient his opponent, Rem advanced, taking a step into Zan's personal space and aiming another tightly clenched fist at his side. Whether he succeeded or not, the teen would crouch and spin a full 360 degrees with his right leg extended, aiming to sweep his opponent's feet out from beneath him.

[Zana]

((Sorry if its a bit awkward))


As Rem’s palm struck his heel, Zan felt a bit of resistance. Now would be a good time to make use of the foe’s strength-eh? As his heel was pushed away, Zan swung the stricken leg in a wide arc away from Rem as he twisted his body in the same direction.

A good bit of spin, and he was off- and landed on a bunch of spectators. Quickly, knowing fights much better now, he rolled off of the students- and used one of them as a shield. Roughly pushing several kids in between him and Rem, he advanced toward his opponent.

“How’s about a few others? They seem interested enough.”

Blah- well, this was getting boring fast. He decided to just kick his bait forward- toward Rem, as he dodged to the side.

[Rem]

Zan's motions forced his body to twist at an odd angle, leaving him in a crouched position that bore a striking resemblance to a game of "Twister" gone horribly wrong. The Japanese youth quickly righted himself and was greeted by the sight of someone being hurtled towards him.

Rem's mind went into overdrive. It wasn't that his next actions took much thought, however, the moral dilemma it presented did. He didn't want to harm students unless he absolutely had to. First of all, being a member of Militia, his actions could, and most likely would, be looked upon as the actions of Militia itself; secondly, Delilah would seriously let him have it if she heard about it.

His first instinct would have been to jump over the guy, considering his weight distribution. However, this student was unnaturally tall, which was probably why Zan used that particular kid. His other options were to slide between the guy's legs, or evade to either side. Still, there were problems with those courses of action as well. The way he'd been kicked, and the way he'd positioned his body in the common twisted mesh that a person untrained and unexperienced in the ways of fighting would do, had canceled any space for him to slide through. Also, chances are that Zan would be expecting him to peek out on one side or the other and would be waiting with a swift suckerpunch or something equally painful. That only left...

"Sorry, guy."

Rem's foot swept across the bait's right cheek with a gentle abduction kick, which still had enough force to knock him out of the way. Righting himself instantly, Rem darted toward Zan, pushing and shoving his way through the meddling students. He would push off into the air, shooting a series of aerial spin-kicks, aiming at Zan's chest, moving his way up with each kick to his face. If such moves would fail, Rem would land and instantly push himself backwards to gain distance.

[Zana]

Ah yes, the tall student seemed to have done the trick. As Ryo pushed and shoved his way through the students, Zan watched carefully. His eyes followed his foe through the masses and continued to trail the short, yet tough looking kid.

Then…there it was! The series of twisting aerial kicks, which came straight for his face. Albeit the kicks were fast and quite accurate, Zan could noticed them from a mile away. Well…damn, not really a mile, but far enough ahead to tell.

“Nice try, but it’s noticeable when you start from a mile away.”

Zan’s arms rushed to his right and grabbed another kid- and ended up pulling empty air in front of him. Cursing, he decided to back up instead, feeling the rush of wind as Rem ended up receding backward.

That kid’s kicks were powerful. A lot of strength behind them…

Raising his fists, Zan stared at Rem as he circled around. If Rem decided to attack again, he would be ready.

[Rem]

“Nice try, but it’s noticeable when you start from a mile away.”

Having caught nothing but air with his foot-y assault, Rem reoriented himself with a somersault and landed softly, having planned out said moves carefully well in advance. He grinned and rose to stand straight, digging his hands into his pockets, cautiously observing Zan as the kid began circling him. This kid was pretty interesting. As soon as Zan left his periphery, Rem struck. Leaning his upper body forward and downward just a bit, Rem cartwheeled towards Zan, severing the distance between them almost instantly. He then cartwheeled again, this time twisting his hip in midair bringing his feet down upon Zan together, rather than one at a time. The blow would be aimed at the top of his head, or his shoulders.

[Zana]

((Oi- I tweaked my stats a bit, and it might confuse a bit. The ones used in this fight are the brackets.))

Zan’s eyes quickly scanned the actions of his foe, but felt…..quite lost. This kid’s acrobatics were the first of it’s kind- he had ever seen.

“Freaking SPIDERMAN!!!”

He yelled as he dashed forward. By the time Rem was in the final stage of his attack, he would be very close. A bit too close…-

As Rem’s legs came down upon him, Zan snapped his leg straight upward, while raising his arms in front of himself. His right foot would connect with the back of Rem’s knees- supposedly being the weaker part of the legs thus making an ideal choice for attack. However, the threat of attack was still imminent- so the guard would work.

Zan felt his foot connect with the back of Rem’s knees- or so it felt like it….

He felt his leg snap down as the force of both of Rem’s legs pushed down on his single leg.

Quickly, Zan retreated as his leg throbbed. This kid was made of iron- really.

[Rem]

Sonuva...!! The backs of Rem's knees hurt. Hurt like hell. Psyche. Not quite. The combined force of both his legs crashing down all but negated his opponent's. They hurt, but not nearly as much as if he hadn't used both legs. He performed a last minute somersault and landed in a partial crouch and pushed off toward Zan almost immediately afterwards. Time to go wild? Maybe.

He moved until he came within a meter of his opponent and then took action, coming to a sudden halt and lowering himself into a crouch. He used the momentum he'd built up during his initial run and converted it into a low swinging arc with his left leg, aiming to cut Zan's feet out from under him. If that were to succeed, he'd let the momentum of his attack turn him a full three-sixty degrees and perform an ax-kick, sending his heel slamming into the other kid's abdomen. If it were to fail, he'd simply perform a backflip to regain distance.

[Zana]

((It's been a while Rem! REM REM REM! I have come back for you- with INTEREST!))

Uh oh- and pop went the weasel. Well, pop went Rem- was more like it. As the kid seemingly "exploded" forward with great speeds measurably immeasurable, he stared at the kid with wide eyes. Very wide indeed...

Like dinner plates. Which is an exaggeration. Well, anyway, Zan's mouth seemingly dropped off as he expected some sort of...flipping cartwheeling Shaolin monk junk, but none came. Instead, he caught a glimpse of Rem's crouching afterimage as his leg shot out in an arc.

Jump! Jump! JUMP

And thus, the frog jumped. Except he was a tad late. As the frog jumped, its leg got caught on the weasel's tail, thus making the froggy fall forward. The froggy, now quite lost in disbelief and shock to a degree as the earth came up to kiss him, shot out its hands and managed to halt his descent.

With minimal delay, Zan felt a sudden rush of wind, and a sudden burst of insight. He saw Rem turning like a top as his leg began to...well...rise? With his weird push up form on the ground, Zan rolled like a log into Rem.

That should surprise the weasel. Furthermore, he was flailing like a flounder whilst he rolled-

THUS!

A flail rolling flounder was born.