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<blockquote data-quote="Davies" data-source="post: 8418712" data-attributes="member: 30538"><p>Wukong finds that he has lost his taste for banter, and so the eerie silence with which he is confronted while facing off with Bravo comes as something of a relief. Still, his inability to see the face of his current opponent, could not evaluate this individual's health -- or anything else about them, really -- is a bit disconcerting. Wukong considers using his power to seek within the other's heart and mind, to find out what was there, but rejects this as the sort of cheating which had annoyed him in the previous match. To distract himself from such thoughts while the countdown comes to an end, he examines the arena.</p><p></p><p>And is somewhat surprised to notice a young woman perched on a space just beneath the roof, gazing down at them. <em>Now what have we here?</em> he wonders.</p><p></p><p>(What we have here is one <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fCXryERQAqQ9qpBWe_HC6F0oVp1HUcVH/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">Kanroji Shizuka</a>, who has taken up a sniper position to observe this match. If it should happen that Bravo's helmet comes off in the battle to follow, or in its aftermath, she will take the shot to eliminate the enemy of the Shadow School, as soon as her team's commander, watching this affair from the cheap seats, gives the word that <em>she</em> gets from those who can identify him.)</p><p></p><p>Somewhat distracted by this, Wukong manages to whiff the first attack he makes once the buzzer strikes home, missing with embarrassing awkwardness and leaving himself wide open for Bravo to strike him in the stomach with a palm blow. The force of Bravo's palm, if you'll pardon the expression, is quite a novel pain for Wukong. </p><p></p><p>Despite that, he manages to smile a bit. "Well struck," he says.</p><p></p><p>Bravo does not reply. Instead, the armored figure shifts slightly, clearly preparing to receive a blow in return. Feeling the injury heal itself, Wukong answers this preparation with a wild swing of his rod -- that is intercepted and stilled. Once again, someone attempts to wrench the compliant gold-hooped rod from his grip. But this time, Wukong expects the move, and this time it is not made with nearly enough force.</p><p></p><p>"I think not," Wukong says.</p><p></p><p>Bravo does not reply. Instead, the stance shifts again, but so quickly that Wukong cannot follow it as his opponent lashes out with a powerful kick towards his abdomen. Again, the pain is unexpected, and Wukong's breath is knocked out of him as well. Yet he knows the pain will soon ease ...</p><p></p><p>... and then it does not do so, and Wukong recognizes that something has gone horribly wrong. As he retaliates with another wild swing of his rod, this time connecting and dealing some small damage to the surface of Bravo's cuirass, he attempts to understand his own condition. Some sort of technique has been employed, disrupting his ability to recover quickly. A secret move that he was not expecting, could not have expected.</p><p></p><p><em>This is a true challenge,</em> he thinks, and smiles.</p><p></p><p>His last swing has left him open enough that Bravo's attempt to distract him with cunning moves is frankly superfluous, but the one-two punch that strikes him lacked enough force to worsen his condition. Wukong answers this blow with one of his own, directing a thrust of the staff's butt towards Bravo's armored jaw, something he would not do to an unprotected opponent. It strikes home, but not enough to truly disconcert his foe, nor does a follow-up blow come close to striking.</p><p></p><p>Bravo moves rapidly, then, striking three times in less than a few seconds, yet only once with enough power to affect the supernatural durability of the Monkey King. Wukong adopts a more guarded approach, and strikes only carefully measured blows -- until at last one of the forceful strikes from Bravo misses, and he unleashes yet another wild, overextended lunge that strikes into the opponent's chestplate, knocking him back and to the ground.</p><p></p><p>He's won. He takes no pride in it, but now he has a chance to do something worthwhile, here. And with that thought, he bends down to pull off Bravo's masked helmet.</p><p></p><p>"Do we take the shot?" Mizuki asks <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gnFduArIdxGht-_eGkIq_5_8QYkJWBHP/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">Kagome</a>, seated beside her and watching the affair through a pair of binoculars.</p><p></p><p>Kagome just stares.</p><p></p><p>"Well?" the ninja leader demands.</p><p></p><p>"It's not him," Kagome says. "<em>I don't know who that is.</em>"</p><p></p><p>"Who are you?" asks Wukong of the individual with long black hair who is lying on the ground, and who has just regained consciouness.</p><p></p><p>The answer comes in Chinese. "My name is Fa Xing-la," the individual lying there answers. "And that is all you get. I have given him the boon he asked for," says Bravo, much more loudly. "We're done, here." Then replaces the helmet, then rises, unsteadily, and walks away, ignoring all attempts to assist.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Davies, post: 8418712, member: 30538"] Wukong finds that he has lost his taste for banter, and so the eerie silence with which he is confronted while facing off with Bravo comes as something of a relief. Still, his inability to see the face of his current opponent, could not evaluate this individual's health -- or anything else about them, really -- is a bit disconcerting. Wukong considers using his power to seek within the other's heart and mind, to find out what was there, but rejects this as the sort of cheating which had annoyed him in the previous match. To distract himself from such thoughts while the countdown comes to an end, he examines the arena. And is somewhat surprised to notice a young woman perched on a space just beneath the roof, gazing down at them. [i]Now what have we here?[/i] he wonders. (What we have here is one [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fCXryERQAqQ9qpBWe_HC6F0oVp1HUcVH/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]Kanroji Shizuka[/url], who has taken up a sniper position to observe this match. If it should happen that Bravo's helmet comes off in the battle to follow, or in its aftermath, she will take the shot to eliminate the enemy of the Shadow School, as soon as her team's commander, watching this affair from the cheap seats, gives the word that [i]she[/i] gets from those who can identify him.) Somewhat distracted by this, Wukong manages to whiff the first attack he makes once the buzzer strikes home, missing with embarrassing awkwardness and leaving himself wide open for Bravo to strike him in the stomach with a palm blow. The force of Bravo's palm, if you'll pardon the expression, is quite a novel pain for Wukong. Despite that, he manages to smile a bit. "Well struck," he says. Bravo does not reply. Instead, the armored figure shifts slightly, clearly preparing to receive a blow in return. Feeling the injury heal itself, Wukong answers this preparation with a wild swing of his rod -- that is intercepted and stilled. Once again, someone attempts to wrench the compliant gold-hooped rod from his grip. But this time, Wukong expects the move, and this time it is not made with nearly enough force. "I think not," Wukong says. Bravo does not reply. Instead, the stance shifts again, but so quickly that Wukong cannot follow it as his opponent lashes out with a powerful kick towards his abdomen. Again, the pain is unexpected, and Wukong's breath is knocked out of him as well. Yet he knows the pain will soon ease ... ... and then it does not do so, and Wukong recognizes that something has gone horribly wrong. As he retaliates with another wild swing of his rod, this time connecting and dealing some small damage to the surface of Bravo's cuirass, he attempts to understand his own condition. Some sort of technique has been employed, disrupting his ability to recover quickly. A secret move that he was not expecting, could not have expected. [i]This is a true challenge,[/i] he thinks, and smiles. His last swing has left him open enough that Bravo's attempt to distract him with cunning moves is frankly superfluous, but the one-two punch that strikes him lacked enough force to worsen his condition. Wukong answers this blow with one of his own, directing a thrust of the staff's butt towards Bravo's armored jaw, something he would not do to an unprotected opponent. It strikes home, but not enough to truly disconcert his foe, nor does a follow-up blow come close to striking. Bravo moves rapidly, then, striking three times in less than a few seconds, yet only once with enough power to affect the supernatural durability of the Monkey King. Wukong adopts a more guarded approach, and strikes only carefully measured blows -- until at last one of the forceful strikes from Bravo misses, and he unleashes yet another wild, overextended lunge that strikes into the opponent's chestplate, knocking him back and to the ground. He's won. He takes no pride in it, but now he has a chance to do something worthwhile, here. And with that thought, he bends down to pull off Bravo's masked helmet. "Do we take the shot?" Mizuki asks [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gnFduArIdxGht-_eGkIq_5_8QYkJWBHP/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]Kagome[/url], seated beside her and watching the affair through a pair of binoculars. Kagome just stares. "Well?" the ninja leader demands. "It's not him," Kagome says. "[i]I don't know who that is.[/i]" "Who are you?" asks Wukong of the individual with long black hair who is lying on the ground, and who has just regained consciouness. The answer comes in Chinese. "My name is Fa Xing-la," the individual lying there answers. "And that is all you get. I have given him the boon he asked for," says Bravo, much more loudly. "We're done, here." Then replaces the helmet, then rises, unsteadily, and walks away, ignoring all attempts to assist. [/QUOTE]
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