posts for that fight

(Apr 29) 01:26:44 Chamiko |||It had been an… interesting reunion, however it was time to get it over with. Flyn was nearly dead, the other man was nearly dead, the girl before her was nearly dead, Chamiko herself was… injuries notwithstanding, going to pull through, if she had anything to say about it! In spite of her injuries, her animal nature preserved her, her human nature had taught her to welcome pain, to relish in it, it was temporary. The announcer speaks, Chamiko hardly hears him as he tells her what she already knew. The call to battle thrilled her, pushed her to her very limits even as every part of her wanted to break down. Flyn was on her right side still in her clutches, as her right hand still held her elbow, therefore she couldn’t be accidently stabbed or used against her. That elbow push presses Flyn against her however Chamiko is merely pushed to rotate a bit, giving ground with her right foot to place further behind her. Mae barely slips around that thrust (moving her entire body faster than Chamiko could move her arm forward, despite the slippery footing?)Chamiko felt that arterial spread to the side of her face, however it was muted by her own hair, which framed her features like a mane; she pivots with Flyn as she would a lover, or a dance partner…. Spinning her completely… and leaning forward and pulling that arm she had a grip upon, flips Flyn completely over her back in a judo maneuver to hurl Flyn directly at Mae as her foes back reaches that wall! Chamiko nearly commits to the splits as she slips on the marbles and glass—but hey, Mae was only going to have that much more trouble getting out of the way!|||
(Apr 29) 01:29:42 Maelyrra moved her entire body in the time it took Cham to step to Flyn's left and move forward.
(Apr 29) 01:29:52 [Maelyrra] *move her arm forward
(Apr 29) 01:34:25 [Maelyrra] "Seriously, listen we don--" was Flyn flying at her? Mae ducked, putting her arms up and had the woman's body collide awkwardly with hers. She would scoot on her butt, commit to a backward roll and stagger slipping around a bit to her feet. Goddamn marbles and oil. They weren't meant for her to be walking around on. The knives were up held backhand. She was more interested in defending herself or countering than she was lashing out on the offense. "Shit, listen to me!"
(Apr 29) 01:38:42 Chamiko |||Rising out of her near splits, she dusts herself off, grimacing at her wounds that felt as if they would burst even further open, the burning was unlike anything she had every experienced in her life—well, probably because of her Flame-Nature… When Mae begins to speak, Chamiko snorts, taking on a fighting stance, “I just killed myself. Literally. Now all I have to do is…” as she’s taking those first steps forwards, she finally stops, sighing with exasperation, “Wait. We don’t have to do this.” She looks around, then back at Mae, “So whatchu talkin’ bout, Willis? You got a plan or something?”
(Apr 29) 01:51:34 Maelyrra sighs a little, mostly in relief, "I always have a plan," she said looking at the dying Flyn, "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry for your loss." Mae's heart was pounding in her ears, "So, the rules are that we can be incapacitated and that's enough, right? Now, you just tried to kill me a moment ago so I'm a little adverse to letting you knock me out, but me? I'm a musician, love. I just want out of this. The way I see it, the faster this is over the faster I can get you all into medical care and put this all behind me. We've got a few choices. You can keep chasing after me and I'll run until your wounds slow you down too much to come after me, we chat until those same wounds make you pass out, or you can let me...I dunno. Knock you unconscious. Then we're done. You'll...well, you'll just have to trust me to get you all help once it's done."
(Apr 29) 02:06:18 Chamiko |||Frowns, “Or I could knock you out, win the game, then whatever happens, happens,” she shrugs, “Your plan relies on you being faster than me, babe, that’s yet to have been decided. Especially if you think you can outmaneuver me and these” she points down to her feet; spacing her toes, her claws come forth, not quite as deadly or long as Flyn’s however they would allow her some advantage, “So how about we settle this with our fists. Whoever wins, wins. If you win, cool, if I win, then I’ll wait until you come to…” she goes wide eyed, the raises both hands in a ‘back up’ posture, “Who’s to say that we’ll even be in the same place when this is all over? Too many variables. The only thing I can count on is me.” She slowly approaches, kneeling down low with careful steps, clawed feet spaced and clinking gently on the stone floor, she approaches, expecting Mae to either attack, or bolt in either direction, her shoulders swaying gently with each step as she carefully approaches. Flyn stirs, but is pretty much done for at this point, merely twitching her last.|||
(Apr 29) 02:15:25 [Maelyrra] "I'm not wounded." Mae backs up a few steps, "At the right angle, I can probably see your guts, doll." She twirls the knives once, feeling the grip of this conversations slip away. "Lots of variables. I just know this...I don't want to die here. It's not worth it. Okay?" She kept backing up, circling away from the wall now that she had a little space. She did shift back into her own form now, briefly considering becoming the bearded man again and calling her mob. She could convince them that Chamiko was the murderer, after all, she looked like Chamiko. Still, if they were real...she may have already killed an innocent man today and she'd definitely killed a guilty woman. That was enough. Mae bolted, dashing around the the corner, skidding a little and nearly going end over end as she got out of the slick area. She didn't keep running when she turned the corner though, just setting herself to pounce when she saw Chamiko come chasing after her. Her knives were left near Flyn, dropped when she'd dashed for a way out.
(Apr 29) 02:37:17 Chamiko |||Didn’t hear a thing that she wanted to hear, and definitely wouldn’t allow her space to run, given that was clearly her intention—she had said so, so Chamiko takes a step for every step the person before her takes. Dammit, why couldn’t she simply face her fate? When Mae takes off, Chamiko isn’t merely on her heels, she is literally right beside her; width of an alleyway notwithstanding, there wasn’t a ton of space between them to begin with. Mae would have to turn and invest fully in a single direction, Chamiko simply side hops, center of gravity down low to keep her balance even further, cross-stepping not unlike a tennis player attempting to cover the court for a wild, unexpected top spin shot, side-stepping before breaking into an expert sprint, once again as she had done before, with small steps—like a tennis player on clay— ever ready to change direction and allowing her surer footing; for every time that Mae nearly slips or stumbles, Chamiko covers that much more ground, angling to get closer to her as she was already beside her; at one point, she simply kicks that back of Mae’s trailing foot to take her balance, hopefully causing a tumble given the terrible footing. She immediately morphs into someone else, some commoner she had seen when she had first arrived; if Mae could turn into someone else right before their eyes, then she could do the same, making herself no longer a target for the mob. If her trip is successful, she wouldn’t stop, hounding Mae down and shoving her to the ground if she didn’t fall from the trip itself… or kicking her torso if she did, sliding on her heel in the slick to give her forward momentum to do so. “…Wanna die on this hill, sweetheart?” she mutters to herself.|||
(Apr 29) 02:45:41 Maelyrra felt the kick on the back of her leg and the balance issue that would cause. Thankfully she was out of the slippery area and while she did stagger some she didn't hit the dirt. It was once she turned and was about to take a kick to the torso that she knew she was stuck. Mae turned her body just enough to let the kick glance her, one empty hand pushing the top of the foot in the direction it was already going. Really, it was less of a push and more of just a touch before that same hand snapped out to try and tag Chamiko in the face, the nose really. If she could catch her while the front kick was still in the air, all the better.
(Apr 29) 02:59:07 Chamiko |||Was getting tired of this shit. Literally. The blood was pounding in her ears, her frustration pushing her to push the limits; when that kick is pushed, she’s fine with that. She leaps off of her other foot, turning that kicking leg outward and bending knee to hook around her foe’s torso and even as she is punched in the nose, she knees her foe in the chest, using both her own momentum and the pulling to increase the damage; now basically straddling her foe while standing, she would use her weight to take her to the ground—delivering punches in bunches the entire time, using her upper leverage to make it all the more dangerous.|||
(Apr 29) 03:11:58 Maelyrra was sporting palpable frustration as well. No she didn't want to die on this hill. That was the whole point. She felt the knee in her chest though, and the heat from that pain spread through her whole body fueling her anger. Fine. She hadn't called the mob by the way, it was only a thought. Thoughts were coming in shorter and shorter supply now that they were fighting. Mae was painfully aware of those claws on Chamiko's feet as well knowing full well that any moment she was going to feel them. When Chamiko went full on spider monkey and latched on the blows were quickly getting out of hand. Mae had been in her share of scraps, but tactical martial battles? No. All she knew was that she could only take so many shots to the head. Instead of getting pulled to the ground, though, she slid forward toward Cham, almost dropping to a knee (it would look very similar to shooting for a takedown except with a person on her torso already) which put her center of gravity lower than Chamiko's. Enough, in fact, to to pick the woman up while Mae herself was getting punched repeatedly. She'd grab hold of one of Cham's legs and part of her shirt with the other hand before body slamming the woman to the ground. Mae wasn't super strong but it was all of her weight onto hard earth. Once there, she'd aim to push every finger she could into injured fighter's tepid wounds as deep as they'd go.
(Apr 29) 03:28:49 Chamiko |||Felt her opponent going down, raining those punches atop her head at a blistering pace—however they were going down in a manner Chamiko didn’t predict or expect. She lands on her back, hard, knocking the air from her lungs, looking up at her foe she tightens the grip of her legs-- “Holy sweet FUCK, you fucking BITCH!” she shrieks, then gasps and cries out, as her wounds are dug into, taking panicked, high pitched and sharp breaths; grabbing Mae’s right arm with both hands to overpower that single arm, pulling Mae’s hand up and out of the wound and to her chest, her left leg whips up and around atop that arm and she commits to an armbar with all her might, lifting her hips so that Mae’s arm is flat across her torso and unable to bend the elbow to resist the hold; in MMA, they lock the hold enough to hurt someone, to make them tap. This wasn’t MMA. Chamiko seeks to snap that arm, not locking it in in a methodical manner, but instead simply rending it right out by pushing Mae away with both legs while holding onto that arm, causing something to separate. The wild look in her eyes tells of combat instincts being in full control of her at that point.|||
(Apr 29) 03:40:00 Maelyrra hears the screams, but is more focuses on not holding her breath accidentally. Chamiko was mad but...this is what she asked for, wasn't it? Mae felt the arm pulled away and dug in twice as much with her other hand. Pass out, pass the fuck out god dammit!. Suddenly her arm was straight. "Oh shit, fuck, no! Wait! Fucking wait!" Mae would rather have her face messed up beyond recognition than break an arm, or have her fingers snapped. How many one-armed guitarists were there? She turned her arm, pointing her thum away so that when Cham tried to crank, she was bending Mae's arm mostly the right direction. Mae knew that would only buy time. When the legs pushed she hooked her fingers making Chamiko have to rip Mae's fingers out of her wound rather painfully. Pressure on her shoulder, too, was making her thoughts come in hot and frantic. Now that one hand was free, she reached out and grabbed one of Cham's toes cranking it sharply to the side growling with focus and frustration as she did so. Assumign Cham didn't release the armbar and instead continued to adjust, Mae knew her brief adjustment would only protect her for so long.
(Apr 29) 03:54:02 Chamiko ||| By nature of the hold, Chamiko was holding onto Mae’s wrist and forearm, with both hands, which would disallow the turning, especially if she simply cranked it in the other direction to keep her from doing it. Her right leg was sitting on both of Mae’s arms, she wraps the back of her knee around Mae’s neck and pushing her head back, making her look up at the sky. Mae’s arm itself is stopping the pushing from succeeding, so if she succeeds in pushing Chamiko away it would only be by virtue of snapping that arm at the elbow—which was her intention. Until Mae speaks. And some strange feeling makes Chamiko stop, not pushing, but still holding. Chamiko takes several shuddering breaths, and fires back, “You stop! Get outta me, please!” And the look trepidation and surrender on her face should be enough to convince her opponent that she had given up. And just like Mae had hoped, Chamiko, without her heightened animal abilities and spiritual fortification, was blacking out, her eyes glazing over as her head falls back onto the concrete, squeezing shut before relaxing into unconciousness. Her face as ghostly pale.|||
(Apr 29) 03:54:41 [Chamiko] succeeds in pushing Mae away***
(Apr 29) 04:02:55 Maelyrra had only needed to turn her wrist when she knew the hold was coming. Either way, she couldn't really see Chamiko's face, but she could hear it in her voice. The instant the grip lessened, Mae tugged her arm away sharply, letting go of Chamiko. Her radial pulse was pounding hard enough that she could see the movement under her skin, her elbow had gone numb with little rivets of staggering pain. Something was nearly broken, or just a little broken. Under no illusions she'd actually won that fight, Mae quickly crawled over beside Chamiko and would try to get a few words in before she passed out, "I'm gonna get you help ok?" The demi-elf fucked up, trying to use that right arm to stand and finding that it simply buckled under her. Oh. At closer examination, she was seeing dark bruising beginning to form at her elbow and the soft skin on the other side of it. Probably tendon damage which explained the numbness. Horror set in when she realized the numbness made it all the way to her hand. To her pinkie finger. Ignore it. She ran, trying to get people to gather Chamiko and GB. By now, it seemed Flyn was completely dead (as far as Mae coudl tell). It was over now, right? A hairs breadth away from losing, but she'd won. Were they free? "Hey, you fucking Sky Voice, we're done here, yeah?"
(Apr 29) 04:03:05 [Maelyrra] ((and from here we should probably let Joe wrap up))