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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 13, 2019 13:58:04 GMT -4
The cheers from the crowd, dully resounding through the concrete walls of the locker room. His own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. The regular sssh sssh, sssh sssh of his shadowboxing. In spite of all the noise, Darren found the room to be disturbingly quiet.
There they were, finally. The tournament. Four rounds of fighting. If he won his fight, he was likely getting a rematch with Rin. If he won that, then Jasmine. Sssh sssh, sssh sssh, he expired, louder this time. He remembered the flag exercise, the chats, their conversation after the brackets had been drawn. This fight ain’t over, Kurama, he said. He meant it.
There were other things on his plate right now, however, such as Yumi Tasukai. The red-headed president of 1-C, and his first friend at UA. They had been bickering, tampering with each other’s votes, training together for months now. He probably knew her fighting style better than anyone else; he was the one who taught her how to use darting motions in a fight, and she could fly. Both of them released blue sparks when activating her quirk, though only hers were actually electrical.
In other words, they had a very similar high-flying fighting style.
Sssh ssh, sssh ssh. Fist, elbows and knees flew at imaginary redheads. Others had apprehension when fighting their friends, but that wasn’t Darren’s case at all. He was a fight nut through and through doubled with a psychopath. In his mind, not fighting Yumi to the full of her abilities was simply a total lack of respect. He was not about to disrespect his friend.
Sssh sssh, ssh ssh. Much good is that grounded shadow boxing gonna do you up there, he thought to himself, but it was then that the door opened and a school official invited him to follow. He nodded and executed himself. His demeanor was that of a boxer walking into the ring; his back was straight, he looked ahead of himself and stepped with all the assurance his beating heart could muster. Thank fuck for his delinquent past and the incredible poker face it had given him.
Finally, they stepped into the light and the dull sounds of the crowd suddenly cleared. They sounded a thousand times louder now. Somewhere up these stands sat his mom. Dad was in America right now, but he promised he’d be watching and he’d keep to soft drugs while he did so. They cheered and they cheered. He spied the TV cameras all around, some mounted on these giant robotic arms they used to record football matches. If he failed here, it would be for the whole world to see.
His resolve was tested.
He did not falter.
It was close.
“OSHAAAAA!” He shouted a senseless delinquent’s warcry and punched his left palm with his right fist as he stepped up on the stone square. No doubt Yumi -- who was now facing him -- would recognize his tic. Everyone had a way of pumping themselves up before a fight. His just happened to be violence on his palms.
He wore his UA tracksuit with the combat boots from his hero uniform, as well as the chest harness. Nothing here was new and all of it was simple, straightforward and utilitarian, just the way the brash delinquent liked it, somewhat surprisingly. One would think such a prideful man would have a taste for flair, but that was not knowing him well. When he fought, he did so at the best of his ability, and anything short of that simply wouldn’t do.
He expired as the referee reminded them of the rules, his words entering one ear and coming out of the other. Empty your mind. That was a cliché, but clichés were clichés for a reason: they fucking worked. There was no bow from him, no niceties as the invisible air walls were dressed. Now there were boxed in. Caged in, even. Just another slamming of his fist in his palm.
“And now the second fight of the tournament, Daimon Darren against Tasukai Yumi… Begins!”
The deep blue, electricity-like kinetic energy sprang forth and suddenly pulled him straight in Yumi’s direction at breakneck speeds or close enough not to matter before a cunning kick to the ground reoriented his trajectory in a diagonal to the left and gained him air time. Of course, that’s not all he would do. Constantly charging his quirk, he had reserves enough to pull an array of small direction changes, incessantly changing direction with minimal inputs as to keep his trajectory unpredictable, coming back to the ground, getting back up in the air, up, down, left and right, all to keep Yumi guessing and make it harder to hit him with her thunderbolts.
Should she allow it, he’d get close enough to attempt a blisteringly fast roundhouse kick from the air; such a kick was normally slow and predictable, but that was counting without Autokinesis. But much more likely, she would have taken flight herself, in which case he’d keep on the pursuit, fast and determined.If Yumi thought he was a goofy delinquent who simply loved a good fight, he was now showing her his true face; an emotionless mask of utter concentration, save for those eyes, those frighteningly cold eyes, thundering with nothing but determination. Only Jasmine had seen it before.
The crowd roared and cheered at such an exciting start, but he wasn’t hearing them anymore. Faced with the prospect of shaming himself on international TV, his psychopathic mind reached the conclusion that he just had to do everything in his power to win and shut down everything else. All that mattered now was the opponent in front of him and whether or not he could put them down. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 13, 2019 17:06:31 GMT -4
Yumi had signed up for the tournament on a whim in a way. A lot of her time at Yuuei had...well actually no. She wanted to tell herself she'd always been wanting to focus on being a rescue hero, but by now every last one of her classmates knew that was a lie. It almost earned a chuckle from herself as the realization set in on her to. Everyone knew by now, she came here to learn to control her quirk, get it under a lid and then just...leave. Like none of it ever happened. That had always been her plan for oh so long...
Yet, here she was. Sitting in a locker room, dedicated to being a hero, and seeing the limitations in the nature of her quirk, a hero who focused on battles no less. She never considered herself a pacifist. Not at all. If someone deserved a hard punch and she was in the right mood she'd be happy enough to give it, but a fighter herself...it wasn't exactly a dream now. Still, she could see her place, she could see her quirk with objective eyes, and she could see the good she could do if she focused it like that and put her mind to it objectively like that. Darren and Jasmine may have loved a good fight, and Yumi...she could taste the adrenaline, but for her it was inherently just the more practical option for her.
Did she wanna fight Darren of all people in the first round? Hell no. She wanted a warm up at least but...ce sera sera or whatever the french say. She rested her head back against a locker, her headphones blaring out music to drown out the hype man gearing up the crowd outside. Her head gently swayed to the music, the words rolling off her lips.
"Run run run away - Run away baaaby..."
Not anyone's idea of epic hype music, but that wasn't what Yumi needed. She needed to clear her head. Where Darren needed to clear his mind, hyper focus, Yumi was the opposite. Her head was constantly full of random blaring thoughts. Most of the time it made her energetic and quirky. Other times it made her depressed and paranoid. How do you combat that? You get one thing in there, and make it drown out the rest...then everything else just...it's still there. But it's quiet, it's focused. It's refined.
"You better run...you better run...you better - you better - you better-!"
Just before the final chorus, her attention was grabbed, and she found her feet.
Darren Knew Yumi. Yumi Knew Darren. Perhaps not as well but...she knew him. He wasn't gonna go easy. He couldn't risk it. Darren had a loud mouth and he earned the right to be cocky in a lot of fights...but as many times as she put herself down for her lack of control, Yumi could admit Alex was right about one thing. She had one hell of a quirk. Darren Knew it. She could see it. Darren was gonna wanna win this whole thing...which meant he couldn't dare take a risk on her.
Yumi wasn't out to win but she wasn't out to lose either. Talking to Junko after her speech she recognized her actions spoke volumes outside of what she saw. If she treated this like a joke, then she'd be a joke to those watching...and honestly it made her briefly smirk to think about, but Darren would not forgive her. Forget shocking him at a deadly laboratory. If she dared to so much as hesitate with him, he'd brutally take advantage of it, recognize it, and probably give her a dirty look once he got his head back out of the zone. Nah. She wouldn't do that to him. She wouldn't let down herself, her class, or really, most importantly. Darren. Win or lose, in this moment at least, she wasn't doing it for her. She was doing it for him. Some may see it as a great thing to take the loss for a friend. In Yumi's head, she felt Darren would be much happier if she won, so long as the both took this seriously.
"Hey." She called out just before they were given the starting signal, her breath's slow and careful. Her fingers curled into tight fists. A crackle of energy rolled over her body, and the skin exposed by her hero suit burned a bright blue. A small smile, not a playful one but...respectful, tugged at the corner of ehr lips. She wanted to say 'best of luck' or 'lets give 'em a show'. But she could see the look in his eyes. He was already gone. Words went unsaid and she gave a small nod, crouching low into a ready position just as her ponytail crackled, snapping left and right behind her like a live current.
Go time.
Darren came at her strong, moving in with an erratic pattern. While he'd taught Yumi how to focus on her own speed tricks, he was still the expert here. They were almost matched in speed but in experience Darren had the upper hand. They knew pretty much all of eachother's tricks from being classmates, and that meant Yumi either had to stick to her guns or do the unexpected and get in close. The decisions rattled around in her head for a moment before being blared out, her lips miming along with the blaring thought.
'Get get get away dahlin' '
By the time he'd crossed 2 thirds of the distance between them Yumi took her move. Bursting forward in a stream of sparks she moved against his own motions. He was coming in from the left? She'd go hard on the right. His movements were eratic and the audience might think he could turn on a dime but that was far from the case. His insides suffered where his outsides soared. The safest place was always in the exact opposite direction.
She got just close enough for a moment as he swung that kick. She threw her head forward and pulled her body slim behind her, soaring under his kick and flying against his own motion. Unless he'd learned a new trick or wanted to risk his a hard re-direct, Yumi felt she had a few seconds to let loose. Her body flipped about in the air, streams of electricity blaring out from her back as she now faced Darren, the streams scorching across the concrete floor of the arena and forcing her to slow down while keeping her hovering in the air. One thing Darren literally couldn't do. Stay still. She lifted her hands and ketp that in mind, always trying to catch where he would be rather than where he was, firing off a volley of sharp, quick thunderbolts.
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Yumi watched where he was moving and flew towards him but opposing his entry angle, giving her enough time to reduce her vertical spacing and slip under his leg. She flipped about behind him, hovering in the air and firing off a volley, keeping in mind he couldn't 'float', she always tries to fire where he's going not where he is.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 14, 2019 14:50:37 GMT -4
“Hey,” she called. Nothing, he answered.
Not even a minute later she slipped under his kick, and the match well and truly started. Yumi clearly knew his habits and his weaknesses, and indeed diving behind him wasn’t a bad idea, a courageous one even. Changing directions abruptly was a taxing process, whether you did it with a jet fighter or an autokinesis quirk. Darren was now headed straight at nothing with his back exposed, and it didn’t take long for his opponent to begin firing back.
The delinquent decided he quite liked heading straight at nothing for now, so he kept at it with only a swift activation in both shoulder and hips to turn around keep visual contact with his opponent, and another activation in the feet to ground himself and brake. Yumi fired a first thunderbolt at him, so he dodged left. Immediately she fired another one aimed and timed to cut his trajectory, so he planted his foot down to spin around it, firing more autokinetic sparks as Yumi fired more electric ones in a relentless volley.
This deadly dance kept going for a few seconds. Every time Darren tried to approach the class president, she cut off his advance. He ducked and spun and leaned away with impossible motions as he navigated the narrow gaps in her offense, but these were immediately filled with more bolts and he couldn’t help but take glancing hits. The way they stung even the remarkably tough delinquent informed him of just how damaging a clean hit would be. Even though his blows would likely hurt more if he managed to close in, if things kept going that way, he would never be able to do so. But of course, he had a plan.
Alright. It should be sold by now.
Against an opponent who can predict your actions, the solution was simple. Yumi was probably watching his movements and firing at the start of his motions to catch him where he would be. By letting himself get caught a few times, he was letting her get used to the pattern. In other words, selling the feint.
The usual blue sparks thundered as he started going left with another activation; however, instead of the usual strong activations he used, this one was ridiculously underpowered, amounting to nothing but a step to the left, hoping that was enough to bait a shot in that direction before using the rest of his charge to blast forward in a slight diagonal to the right.
He once again attempted to close the distance with more quirk-powered erratic movement, zig-zagging to chase her down, throwing more feints into the mix to keep her guessing. His last move would see him rise up above and make a sharp ninety degrees turn to come crashing down with an aerial axe kick. It was thrown with a full-power blast of Autokinesis, enough to crack and break off pieces of the stone ring underneath and send the crowd roaring. This fight delivered on the hype of the card, that much was undeniable. (tl;dr: attempted to dodge some of the volley, took a few glancing hits to better sell the idea that she could score hits by firing when he was going. then, feinting going left he blasted right, hoping to bait her attack and give himself an opportunity to close in) |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 14, 2019 17:26:19 GMT -4
Close. So close. But close wasn't enough right now. She was definitely getting a good handle on his pattern, the electrical streams tickling the edges of his skin and seating past him. She found it hard to tell from her distance with the semi rapid volley of blasts but she was pretty sure they were practically brushing along his skin. For anyone else Yumi would feel confident that alone almost gave her the win, sending their muscles into a disorientating spasm, but with Darren that didn't matter in the slightest. He had to throw his limbs about to better shift himself through the air sure, but it was in no way neccessary thanks to his quirk.
Thinking about it, that was just a way his quirk matched him, and a grin formed on her lips just ever so briefly thinking about it. A quirk that could keep him fighting even when his body literally failed on him. Yeah. It fit Darren well.
Briefly distracted in her thought, Yumi missed any possible signs of the feint and watched as her bolt fired off far to the side where she'd thought he was going to be, a look of dread passing over her face as she realized she'd created an opening. Her following blasts were more erratic and random, but none were lucky enough to even come close to finding a target as she solely tried to cut off his advance, watching him rise above her and come down hard. A sharp breath flowed through her as she watched that leg coming down on her like a guillotine.
A thought flashed through her mind to discharge. To unleash her quirk. But it failed through multiple checks. Not only did she not have the ability to risk losing her quirk for ANY amount of time against the beast that was Darren, she didn't wanna use it on him. Everytime she'd won a fight it was because she'd caught her opponents in a kamikaze attack with her discharge and it felt so...cheap! She'd actually started to take a sense of pride out of her battle tactics and the sudden silence before the storm that would be the incoming roar of the crowd didn't deter her from the decision. No. The discharge was a desperation move. A last resort. She wasn't gonna cheapen the fight by using it now!
Forward again. it was her only option. Her dart motion didn't work so well backwards but caught so off guard like this, she just barely managed to scrape out of the way. It took any semblance of focus she could muster just to get a single burst of speed under the kick and out that her flight cut off, skimming across the concrete floor twice before catching herself and hovering in place, breathing heavily.
Darren was stationary after that kick. All his momentum had been put into breaking the floor beneath him and now Yumi could really feel the borderline killer intent behind him. He wasn't stuck fighting against his own momentum now, he could take any direction he wanted and Yumi didn't have many options to catch him off guard. The music she had tried to use to clear her head tried to kick in and let her rely on instinct, but not right now. Darren was gonna be blaring towards her any second and she needed to recognize that and adjust. Come on girl, you know your quirk. You know Darren's. He dosn't have any weakness right now so what are your strengths?! What have you got in your repetoir. What can this dumbass quirk do for YOU for a change!?
Lightning will always go to the nearest conductive surface
The research into electrical and thunderstorm mechanics flickered and she got an idea. Before Darren could get too big a lead on her, she shot herself up towards the sky. Darren could chase her down for sure, but with each sharp dart towards the sky she'd flick herself about, fire off a thick stream in a wide sweep to deter his chase, then keep moving. Dart-blast-dart-blast! Before long she'd combined her natural flight and her speed bursts to exceed her normal height limit.
Here goes.
With Darren likely chasing him (or if he remained on the ground, now forced to if he wanted to get a hit in as far as she could tell) she began firing off a much more random volley, still aimed in his general direction, but this time she didn't feel forced to cut him off. The higher he tried to fly after her, the more likely he was was to get hit by the varied bursts. The lower he was to the ground, the more time the electricity had to home in on him and try to take a shortcut through his body to the ground!
(Tl DR Yumi narrowly avoided the kick but skimmed across the ground. Started to fly high but made efforts to deter a chase. Then begins another volley, this time hoping to use the way electricity tries to find the closest conductive object to add a 'homing' effect to her attacks. It'd still be minimal of course)
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 15, 2019 23:33:38 GMT -4
Once again Yumi wisely darted out of to way to avoid his guillotine-like kick crashing down on the stone ring and breaking it quite dramatically. If he had been in a playful mood, maybe he’d decide to name this move the Louis XVI, but right now the ever-changing tides of battle monopolized all his attention.
He wasn’t worried. A quick look around the crash zone informed him that his kick had done what he wanted it to do; break up pieces of the floor he could grab. The air wheezing, electricity crackling and the low rumble of her hoverboots hinted that Yumi was flying up, and a quick look confirmed it. It didn’t take long for her to come up with a new plan, this time letting out long streams of electricity home onto the nearest conductor before darting away. Raining down attacks on him like this while fleeing wasn’t a bad idea.
He had to admit it: Yumi had more of a mind for battle than Semper Fi had suggested. Then again, he recalled that there had been very little fighting on their part.
Very well, he thought, a familiar grin breaking through in spite of his intense concentration. Then I’ll just have to meet it head-on. He swiftly darted his hands in the immediate area and shot up immediately in the direction of her attacks, carrying a rock the size of a baby’s head in each hand. He couldn’t afford to let her gain any more of a lead. He found himself within spitting distance of the first stream of electricity very quickly. He had to be rather close, or he knew he was gonna miss
An arm like a shotgun slung the first rock straight into the stream and he immediately shot himself away at a ninety degrees angle with a precise and powerful activation of Autokinesis. Rock as a material didn’t very much hang on the conductive side of things, but flung straight into the bolt with his brutish strength behind it, he hoped it would shave off enough of its electric potential to allow himself to dance away from the danger and resume his pursuit, flying back up in the direction of his target with another burst of his quirk.
The weakness of this strategy was twofold. First off, he had only two rocks, but the closer he got to her the less time he had to avoid the sparks. The second burst he countered by shooting the rock into it like a football with an acrobatic mid-air overhead kick, but could only manage to redirect himself slightly to overtake his rock as it was getting fried. Part of the remaining potential arced over to him as he flew by it, causing a few minor discharges over his skin. The real tough beast was the third one.
With no time to dodge and no more rocks to throw, he could only take it head on and attempt to minimize the damage, and so he did, slapping away the third stream with a left backhand. Of course, it wasn’t slapped away at all and in fact used his left hand as a handy point of entry into his body. Sharp pain shot up all over his left arm but quickly left place to numbness, his nerves overloaded by the sheer power of the discharge. It had had more than enough time make its presence felt and linger, and in any other man would have caused a serious if temporary shutdown of their motor functions.
But Darren was tough enough to retain a little sensation, had Autokinesis on his side and most importantly, he had a slight advantage in speed and maneuverability. Hopefully, this had been enough to get him close to the redhead, close enough that with one last burst of his quirk, savantly divided in five different activations of varying power and direction at various points of his arms and back to allow him to close the last of the distance and deliver a hook with the same arm that had gotten fried, aimed at the chin. He could just as well as punched with the other still-valid arm, but when you had a quirk such as Autokinesis, it was not only possible but desirable to conserve his other arm. Shocked or not, his fist would hit just as hard if it landed, his entire body twisting like a spring to drive the punch through its target.
He’d have taken a fair amount of damage getting here as he had to endure a direct hit from her quirk to create himself an opening, but as long as he could dish back at least one punch, it would be worth it. In spite of the high-flying crowd-pleasing acrobatics of this match, Darren was playing a relatively slow game for now, aiming to wear down his opponent before he'd go for the kill. With newfound respect for his class president, he knew he’d have to chip at the cracks for a while before he could bring down this wall. (tl;dr: grabbed rocks and chased after her, used his two rocks to counter the electric bolts and keep chasing. couldn't avoid taking some damage the closer he got, and the last one he had to straight up power through in hopes of delivering a mid-air springing left hook) |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 16, 2019 19:14:34 GMT -4
Right okay…maybe she should have expected ‘strong aim’ to be a skill Darren had mastered given one of the last times they’d spent the day together it was to play a football game of all things. With his speed behind his arms it carried into practically everything he wanted, and as such, the streams she’d been trying to fire down towards him suddenly acted like blind spots. With a rock cutting up the center of her own attack, the rock, as unconductive as anything could be, speared through her semi-physical stream like it was butter, Yumi only realizing what was happening nearly a sharp moment too late, the rock flying just past her face and nearly giving her a heart attack in the process.
Great, now even her ranged capabilities didn’t hold an advantage if she let him get a hold of another rock. She knew to be on the lookout now though, and she swiftly dipped to the side the next time a rock pierced one of her streams, watching Darren carefully while trying to maintain a distance. At the very least the sparce moments he used to aim and dodge offered her a chance to gain distance on him, but of course it couldn’t last. The higher she got the less ability she had to move. Her power of flight basically acted by repelling herself from the ground, and while she could exceed her height limit with bursts of speed it wasn’t effective. She was too far from the ground to effectively make small movements, and sharp, quick dart motions would be a waste of energy and stamina in the long run. She could feel the sense of weightlessness as she lingered in the air, having to bend through it to even narrowly avoid that second shout.
Her barrage became more intense when she knew he had no ammo left, but ever the persistant one Darren of course endured, pushing his way through in an act of near desperation in Yumi’s eyes, leaving Yumi trying to use him as something to ‘repel’ from, managing to push herself away and take the blow aimed for her chin into her shoulder instead. Even with her repelling forces weakening the blow, she was sure anything more and it would have been dislocated. At the very least her arm felt like the worst case of ‘dead arm’ there could ever be.
Fine. FINE. Darren wanted it up close and personal she’d give him what he wanted! For a brief moment the air crackled around them both as she threatened a full discharge. But no. Pulling it back she thrust her good arm forward and grasped onto his clothes as tightly as she could, gritting her teeth, feeling the rough fabrics between her fingers and without hesitation, she pulsed a bolt right through his torso. He’d already taken one and Yumi felt he’d just need one more, but she really underestimated Darren there. As an act of retaliation, Yumi felt a blow so fast and hard she couldn’t even really where it came. What followed was a sense of…fading.
She felt her power slip away, and her consciousness dip. The blue coating of energy slipped off of her body and she began to fall towards the ground. The silence of the crowd seemed to indicate the same was true of Darren as the crowd watched in silent suspense of what was to happen next. The fall was long, long enough for Yumi to snap back to option. Her body felt sore, from the skimming, to the two blows. She tensed hard and her energy burned back across her body, her streaming tendrils of electrical energy catching the ground, repelling her from it and flipping about to land roughly on her feet, at least forced to bend to a knee as she caught her breath.
Darren had found himself as well by the looks of things and the crowd roared once again as they realized this wasn’t all they’d be getting out of this. Yumi was feeling a little weak, but she couldn’t give out yet. Darren could power through tactics she dished out just fine…if brute force was his answer, maybe she’d let it be hers for a change!
Throwing her hands back, Yumi’s eyes flared as she tried something new. Her pen pal had been making upgrade after upgrade to her power suit, time to see just how much it could handle. For a brief moment she seemed to be discharging her full amount, but the varied and intense streams focused down her arms and into the hands thrown to her sides, burning and scorching the concrete stadium floor. Together they were tossed ahead of herself, firing a hefty stream down the length of the battlefield.
Now…Yumi was in no way an idiot. A single, heavily telegraphed move? Darren’s speed wasn’t succumbing to that! She was counting on him taking advantage of it. Once she was sure the stream was going strong, she tore her hands visciously apart, yelling out in agony herself as the electricity fed-back into her own body. She shuddered briefly as it shocked back through her even with her resistance to the feedback. The true intention however was the eratic nature of the broken stream. The singular beam would break apart all along itself, bursting across the field. It wasn’t nearly as effective and all consuming as her usual close range discharge, but she hoped Darren would be too focused on the opening she’d supposedly created to realize the second attack.
(OOC, we agreed on the rocky style double knockout midair so I wrote it all in my post
tldr they exchanged a blow each midair, fell to the ground and barely caught themselves.
Sure then fired off a single large stream down the field, and broke it to make the electricity burst away from the stream. It caused a painful feedback)
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 19, 2019 4:59:31 GMT -4
In the end, every sport is the same. It’s all about seeing the lines. This strange thought occurred in Darren’s head a second before lighting struck his left arm, and would keep ringing in his head for days after. It all had been a part of his plan, after which he found himself in a position to deliver his first real combination of the match. The way he had created this chance for himself reminded him of football, in a way; whether it was throwing a pass to his teammate or a rock on a lightning bolt, it was only one action in a long phase of build up. It was no different than creating yourself an opening in boxing or in chess. Many saw Darren as a mindless brawler, but those were the people who had never seen him show his full potential; in the heat of battle, it was his ability to think fast and form strategies seamlessly that earned him his title as one of Yuuei’s top fighters. He called it ‘seeing the lines’. He described it as a sort of instinctive visualization of where he expected attacks to go, where he could go himself, and how fast, an indescribable, neither visual nor tactile feeling; a sense for battle. The simple fact that it even required any sort of build-up to get close to Yumi was a testament to her skills. Her skills were not what really surprised him, however. Deep down, the delinquent knew she always had the potential, but he had always doubted she had the resolve to stand against him. And he was being proven wrong. She endured his hook with nothing less than a shoulder roll, a boxing move he had never taught her but that he used regularly in sparring. Whether or not she copied it, consciously or unconsciously, or she figured out the defense herself, she guarded her attack to buy herself time for a counter. She had the instincts of a fighter. It did not surprise or scare him that she grabbed his shirt. He knew she was gonna deliver a point-blank blast straight to his torso. His arm was already pulled back for a long swinging overhand right, a stone’s toss from a haymaker, a telegraphed punch if there ever was one. It mattered none; the deep blue sparks of Autokinesis crackled furiously. “Grit your teeth, Tasukai!!” There was a sharp sound and a dull one. Darren’s fist crashed on her temple as an incredible shock fried his entrails. The pain made it searingly clear; this was destructive power on par with Jaz’s strongest explosion. It would have ended the fight against anyone else. It seemed like reality skipped for a second before the blowback from the simultaneous exchange knocked the two contestants away. There was a low, dying “oooh” from the crowd before they held their breath as they fell, seemingly unconscious. Ringside, some of the assistants readied themselves to intervene. Perhaps it was because some of the discharge found his way into his nervous system, making his neurons fire in a peak of activity, but for a second time seemed frozen. All that Darren could see was Yumi, upright against a background of upside-down bleachers with the sky below them, her tight skinsuit hugging her body as her ponytail flayed in the wind. She was like an amazon, as wild inside of the ring as she was outside. Without even realizing it, he had started calling her by her last name, the traditional way delinquents called each other in a man’s fight. The kind of fight on which they staked their pride. You’re incredible, Yumi Tasukai. He didn’t so much snap out of it as his instincts made him fire his quirk all over his body to flip himself around and on his feet in an impressive acrobatic move, to the roaring cheers of the crowd. It looked like Yumi had pulled herself back to her feet in time as well. The assistants relaxed. The fight would go on. He was running on adrenaline and grinning madly. The muscles of his chest still spasmed from the shock and his heart was beating like a bassline. His UA sports uniform was burned where she grabbed him, the skin underneath blackened. Nothing Nimue-sensei couldn’t fix. Darren wasn’t exactly durable. He didn’t wear no armor and all he had for physical defense was the midsection of a tough-as-nails boxer. It was his incredible resolve and his will to keep fighting the kind of exhilarating fights that pushed him to such extremes that kept him standing. He narrowly avoided her powerful stream of electricity and slammed his foot on the ground as he landed to break of more pieces of rock, one of which he immediately kicked at her with the same volley they had practiced together and used in the football match. It proved to be ineffective; next Yumi broke off her own attack into a burst of electric streams bursting in all directions, frying and slapping his lame-ass stone casually away. And, more importantly, menaced to crackle in his direction. He answered with Autokinesis’ own sparking, chucking another piece of broken-off concrete way up in an arc. The only way was through. He wouldn’t be able to dodge it entirely, but the chaotic nature of the stream meant that its power was not focused like the earlier beam. It was still an excellent strategy to hit him in spite of his speed and martial arts experience, he had to give it to her. All he could do was zigzag wildly, avoiding as many arcs of electricity as he could, but he couldn’t help but get shocked with every move. His arms and legs were aching and his muscles twitching, but he was not out. Not just yet. And he didn’t need to reach all the way to her. As soon as he found himself within five meters of his target, he jumped up, picking up a couple more arcs of electricity as he did. He tore himself from the light blue streams to keep only the deep blue of Autokinesis. He pivoted with a twist of the waist, emulating Elise’s overhead kick just as the rock fell to the perfect height, kicking it with all his might in the direction of Yumi’s head with a powerful rovesciatta. The whole move from the throw to the timing to perfectly meet the piece of concrete on its down arc had been entirely instinctive. Darren’s engine was running at full steam, pulling energy from God knew where. Just one more blow wasn’t going to end it. After landing from his rovesciatta, he’d keep chasing her, to the ends of the earth and more, tirelessly, inexorably, like a wolf closing in on its prey, chipping at them until they fell to his mercy. (tl;dr: spun to his feet like Yumi did before crashing, dodged her first stream and kicked the ground to get more rocks. kicked a first one, got comically swatted away by her electrical burst. Darren immediately threw the other stone up in an arc and rushed through the arc, trying to avoid as much of the streams as he could but he still took a lot of damage. jumped up as soon as he got in range to overhead kick the rock he threw earlier at Yumi as it fell down from the throw) |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 19, 2019 15:23:05 GMT -4
Hearing those words. Clench your teeth. There was an odd…satisfaction in all of it. He’d been dead silence since their fight had began, and for better or for worse Yumi had managed to draw words out of him. Maybe the stress of the battle forced it out. Maybe it was an odd sign of respect. Heck maybe he just literally wanted to make sure she didn’t bite off her own tongue with his blow, but whatever it ended up being she just…before she briefly flickered out of reality, it was a moment of satisfaction she couldn’t quite describe.
Of course, it couldn’t last, and soon enough they were back in the heat of things, ready to tear eachother apart in the only way they could while still respecting eachother. Borderline mercilessly.
Yumi never for a second forgot who she was up against but for the life of her she’d somehow managed to underestimate Darren’s endurance. Heck she didn’t even think that was possible with how strong she thought he was! She couldn’t get a good view of what exactly he was taking. Her erupting beam tactic ended up working but Darren was too fast for it to be perfect. She was just hoping everytime a stream passed through him that he’d stop and hit the ground but no matter what damage he took his brain was still in play and that was what mattered with his damn quirk. Really she was just plain impressed, but right now she was cursing it under her breath.
She spotted the new rock heading towards her, pulling back with a stunned look in her eyes, a little alarmed at how he not only managed to fire a deadly rock at her at such speeds but with such damn flair too. Was Darren even trying for that or was it accidental? Okay! Priorities here! Throwing both her arms forward, they were still burning a little from the feedback and she focused on a harsh stream towards the rock, but with the output she could produce starting to wain as with all the flashy displays of her own, the best she could do was slow the rock down a little more than her natural repulsion would, and even then.
It packed a hell of a punch.
The rock slammed into her palms and she wasn’t sure if it cut up her suit a little or if it skipped that and went right for her palms, but there was definitely a new sensation there, be it bleeding electricity from her suit, or actually bleeding. Her arms not strong enough to handle such an impact her hands slammed back into her own head and she felt it’s force through her knuckles, staggering backwards and stumbling for a moment. She’d taken so many blows from Darren already that she realized anyone could be her last, but through this one more she managed to stick to it. Her body sparked eratically, gritting her teeth now as she threw her head back down and rushed towards him, breaking away from the ground and zipping in sharp motions towards him, breaking in a wide arc around him and throwing a stream of energy his way, another dart then another, and another.
Sticking on the defensive just wasn’t working out and she needed to make sure she was putting the pressure on now. Running just wasn’t an option, Darren would not only keep up with her, but sticking on the defensive oddly gave her less opportunities to attack. While some distance was already between them she needed to rectify that! She could tell she was on a timer this time so with blast after blast she tried to make each one count, using her power up fast and harshly, but she needed to make every last drop of it count before Darren ended up taking advantage of her in her powered down state.
In her head all it took was one GOOD hit, but even she didn’t truly believe that. Darren was a tough nut, far tougher than even she could have expected, and it was pushing her to her limits to keep going. Even now her muscles (where her electricity was produced) were on fire just trying to keep up this kind of output for so long…but not for one second did she regret it.
Win or lose. She loved this. She almost wanted Darren to win just to make sure he’d remember this fight fondly too. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction easily though…!
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 21, 2019 3:08:57 GMT -4
How long had they been fighting? Not very long, but the heaviness he felt in his legs when he landed from the rovesciatta told him, damn long enough. He told them to shut up and that the both of them were weak, and if they weren’t gonna carry themselves properly he was gonna force them to. They didn't have a say in this. They would rest when he said they would rest, not before. If they couldn't take it, then they could break for all he cared. He didn't need them to fight.
Still, he wished they wouldn't break, as he still had use for them. The shot had accomplished his purpose, hitting Yumi and chipping away some more at her defense. Little by little, he was wearing her down. It would soon be time for the big blonde wolf to close down on the little redhead sparkling hood, but his work wasn't done just yet, as the girl dug even further down her well of energy to keep closing him down, sparks flying left and right. The delinquent’s eyes kept following her with minutiae.
This fight was everything he had wanted and more. He wished it would never end.
And there she was, lifting off the ground to zig-zag again, making him grin. His own bloody moves. He was the one who got himself in that situation, teaching her the secrets of his darting motions, and he regretted it none; in fact, in his hubris, he even took a second to mentally congratulate himself. He made that great fight for himself.
No, that wasn’t right. Not him, not alone, not without Yumi. None of this would have been possible without her, as she fired yet another stream of electricity at him. Thanking her from the bottom of his earth, he decided to take a page out of her book and as she was circling him around him, slid on the ground below a blast to take the opposite side. The deadly dance began once again, blue sparks crackling against blue sparks, thousands of volts in blots searing past him, grazing him, crashing against his guard, electrifying his body to his core and his mind to a bleeding edge of psychopathic concentration.
He was clearly on the defensive here, only moving to keep himself hard to hit, displaying the full range of his upper-body sway and the fluidity of his head movement, contrasting with bouts of autokinetic movement, his smooth movement suddenly broken-up and puppet-like, as if he suddenly gave up control of his body. It was a step backward; over the months at UA, he had refined the use of his power to a point where the unnatural motion only showed sporadically. It was a sign that he was tiring, that his stamina was running out. Every instant of charge felt more and more like the last kilometers of a marathon, draining the body of its energy with every step.
But he was still standing. By focusing on the defensive, letting Yumi pelt him with lightning to her heart’s content, he was managing to at least guard every bolt he did not dodge. His arms were feeling numb. His knees pointed inwards and his stance widened, but he wasn’t going down. No way in hell. If he was getting that winded, there was no fucking way Yumi wasn’t as well. Absolutely not. She had gotten more hits in than him, but thanks to his endurance, his blows had to be taking a toll out of her. She had to be hurting. At least as much as him No way she could have taken an overhand right and a full-power rovesciatta without flinching.
Any second now… Any second her assault would stop. She was burning up her last reserves. She had to be at her limit as well.
She had to.
Right? (ooc: going full on the defense, moving around to stay opposite to her like she did to him at the beggining, leaning and shuffling and dodging away from as many bolts as he could, taking those he couldn't on his guard.) |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 21, 2019 7:11:12 GMT -4
Yumi wasn't oblivious even in her offense, and she could tell that her opposition had finally turned to the defensive. Why? She couldn't tell, but at the very least she was pretty sure she must be doing something right if Darren of all people was the one switching to defense. She grinned wide through her offense, continuing her brutal barrage from every angle she could find and trying to make sure that she could finish him off. By now every electrical burst from her forearms was burning all the way up to her shoulder. Where a lot of those who pushed their bodies started to feel numb in their limbs, Yumi was quite similar. She was feeling the kick back where her body was yelling at her to stop. Telling her she couldn't burn any more fuel. There was no more to burn and her muscles were sheerly just tired.
But she was coming close to the end, and she was sure she could finish this! She spotted where Darren was going and while she wasn't fast enough to cut him off all she needed was one clear shot. She fired off towards him, darting up and over his head, soaring to try and get one good strike at him from above, before suddenly, it cut out. That was all she had. She was one dart away from her final strike and with a fizzling sound the blue energy cut out across her body, and the controlled flight she was trying to maintain turned to uncontrolled momentum, flying over Darren's head and crashing down towards the concrete flooring of the arena. There was a sharp pain after the first impact to her back, her whole body bursting with one last pulse of electrical energy to slow her crash and forcing her into a slow roll to her feet, her body utterly exhausted, and without the blue coating to her body, it really showed by now.
Every breath was heavy, wheezing, her limbs burning from the over-use of her quirk and her eyes hazy, struggling to fully keep them open. She couldn't even keep her back straight as she stood. Her body visibly drenched in sweat especially without the covering of her electrical energy, and the skin tight nature of her suit making her try to push out more heat from what parts of her skin actually weren't clung to with such tight fabrics.
She grit her teeth...she was still standing, this wasn't over. She raised her hand back, trying to throw everything that was left in her body into a single charged shot in her palm that she could throw out towards Darren, but instead all she got was a few sparks and a painful feedback down her arm. FUCK! She was out...she hadn't even used her full discharge and she was out!? She wasn't used to going this far she supposed but...No. She wasn't done. She raised her arms up, ready to use what little combat skills the school had taught her outside her quirk, ready to accept whatever Darren had to throw at her.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 23, 2019 3:22:03 GMT -4
One last blast fizzled on his guard, frying his arms as he dodged one last time, and it was done. Nothing else came. He spotted Yumi trying to catch him from above, but her battery was drained. She crashed down on the ground in front of him, one last spurt of her quirk softening her landing somewhat. Yumi was done, or her electricity was anyway. Relief washed over his body. Allowing it to was a mistake, because it made pain jealous and so it made the delinquent feel acutely aware of its existence. It felt like every single fiber of his body was twitching. Like a thousand fucking needles, but not nice needles which stood in place, no, twitchy, vibrating fucking needles all over his body. He bet that if he stuck his pinky into the power plug of his laptop, it would charge the battery. Fatigue would not be upshown by these two and decided to make a stand for itself as well. The fight hadn’t lasted that long, but he had been using his quirk a lot in order to keep the amount of pain he was in at this current, manageable level, and it was tiring. Speaking of his quirk, nausea decided to show up as well. Darren felt his gut go up and down and had to repress a sudden urge to puke. His internal ear was shaken as well, making his sense of balance fuzzy and imprecise. He widened his stance and tucked his knees in for stability. He was still holding up his hands in a guard. Yumi scrambled to her feet to stand against the figure of a battered, heavily breathing boxer whose eyes were still full of life, and who was slowly walking towards her. She tried to fire another spark. Darren braced himself, but this penultimate attack would never come. Instead, Yumi tried a guard of her own. Deliberately, without a word, the delinquent advanced, stepping calmly, one foot in front of the other. Even in this simple action, his moves were careful and efficient, taking small steps to always be ready to use both points of contact with the ground to leap away in case of danger. His guard relaxed but didn’t drop. He barely had enough energy in him for a couple of full-power activations of his quirk, maybe. He had stopped using its full output a while ago. He had to give it to Yumi, few drove him to that state. But it was arguably once quirks were taken out of the picture that the former delinquent displayed his quality. Darren had quite the strong quirk, that much was true, but contrary to a lot of quirks it didn’t afford him any sort of offensive power on its own. His first few fights after the bullying incident that made him discover the joy of sending a bully’s teeth flying with his elbow had been mad, scrambling affairs, relying on him jackhammering his fist into the opponent’s face more than they did it to him, and it didn’t always work perfectly. Early on, he was forced to forge by himself the toughness and strength required to stand up in a fight. Technical ability naturally followed. Before UA, he never cared much about stamina, but the increased level of competition compared to school delinquency and petty street fights forced him to. Nonetheless, one thing had always stayed the same: Darren had always relied on hitting the opponent more than he got hit himself. If he had to take a punch, he dished back three more. And a fourth for good measure. Perhaps it was all this drove him to work on his body and mind, his conditioning and technique as much if not more than he did on his quirk, where his classmates often put raw power output first. That was not necessarily everyone’s case, but he was acutely aware that the likes of Rin, Jasmine, Elise, Tetsuko and now Yumi all were capable of causing much more damage with their most powerful attacks that he could with his fists. All powerhouses he was likely gonna have to face at one point or another if he hoped to win this tournament. None of which he was afraid of. Bring it on, quirksluts. I’ll take each and every single one of you on.He’d soon come up in front of Yumi, the same cold fire in his eyes, sitting menacingly somewhere between burning passion and mad obsession. Coach Fujikawa’s words rang in his head. “It all begins with the jab, kid!” Sssh ssh. Two consecutive jabs flew from his left hand. Sharp, precise but ultimately prodding blows; rangefinders. Range they found. “After the jab, straight!! With a step-in! Twist those hips, boy!” Stomping down his left foot in front of him as he pushed with his right leg, twisting those hips, he pulled his shoulder into it and delivered an exemplary cross. In this moment, it was clear to every experienced fighter watching their TV, watching from the stands that Darren wasn’t just a flashy kid carelessly zipping around the battlefield. That punch was not the punch that an amateur high school boxer would deliver. That was not the cross of an average pro either. From start to finish, from the set-up to the delivery, it bore all the signs of a punch practiced thousands of times, the kind that fatigue couldn't hope to affect. It was a punch fitting for a champion. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 23, 2019 8:13:01 GMT -4
Yumi felt she had a chance. Felt that there were some things she'd picked up outside of sole quirk training at school. By the looks of the way he was brought down himself, Darren likely was out of his own quirk too and...yeah sure. He was bigger, stronger, very very clearly more trained than her in this regard but...luck surely played a factor sometimes right? It was Lucky Yumi got into this school, lucky she'd found her calling as a hero rather than quit like she'd planned to but...a 'feeling' was nothing. It was blind hope. It wasn't even the same as a 'gut' feeling, and Yumi couldn't put much passion behind it to say the least.
Watching Darren come towards her so slowly, she tightened her guard and prepared for the worst. She expected to suddenly feel the world turn upside down and get slammed onto her back in some flip or another, but instead Darren came in with a punch. For a fraction of a second the pre- hero school Yumi froze up, the inexperienced girl who would have accidentally relied on her full discharge when a terrifying person assailed her. She buried it down and kept her arms up, the few muscles in her body that weren't burning from the electrical output screamed out with them as they lifted agains the first two jabs, feeling the sharp pressure against her arms, stumbling onto the back foot and managing to keep herself standing against it, her eyes shut tight and her teeth grit even harder. Finally a whimper just broke through, clearly trying to suppress it but she wasn't offered the chance to do so fully. Her body was just...in agony at this point, but she felt like if she surrendered Darren would lose a thick chunk of respect she'd regained since Semper Fi.
The hook came and so prepared against the jab's Yumi had no defense. Her slender arms had been raised in a guard against her face and the hook cut right around it. A sharp blow against the side of her head sent her staggering to the side, and the audience gasped as she came dangerously close to falling. The teachers watching over the match took a cautious step closer, ready to stop things if they got too far...but Yumi felt she could do something here. She still had SOMETHING in her. Maybe a final blast of electricity, a final punch, heck just something burning in her chest that told her she could come out of this.
She caught herself with her own momentum and followed it, rounding in from Darren's side with her arm reared back, a dizzy, uncoordinated, borderline blind and very easy to read attack as she threw her whole body behind her fist. But again, a feeling wasn't much in the end, and she had nothing left to give. Whether Darren blocked or dodged it didn't really matter. With the throw of the punch and nothing more needed from him (though her writer would accept if Darren made any final blows), Yumi just...fell. The burning in her chest was her lungs desperate for a full, uninterupted breath, and ignoring it and the signals firing from every inch of her skin Yumi just...surrendered to it. She followed her fist and stumbled to the ground, her body falling unconscious as she was saved from the agony of her body by the sweet call of the unconscious abyss.
Yumi had no idea how the crowd reacted as she lingered in this state, draped over the floor, somehow solely aware of just how hard her body was breathing despite her unconscious state. Were the teachers rushing to help her? Was there a moment of silence before cheers for Darren? Whatever it was, she just....she hoped they cheered. She really did. It was a great fight and while she felt a sense of dissapointment, she had no regrets. Against Rin, Jazmine, heck any of the other big players in the school, she never would have had a strong idea of what she'd done. She could have completely obliterated Jaz, barely scraped by, or even loss like this...but no matter what she heard after this fight, she'd know one thing for sure. She'd come so close to winning against someone she knew so well...and even at a loss, with how impressive Darren was...she could feel that said something about how far she'd come.
Now...after a nice long sleep, she just needed to make sure she worked harder. Maybe next year she'd win...just...maybe next year...heh...or next week if Darren was eager for a rematch. Who was she kidding, it was Darren...after this he'd probably be begging for another.
Just...let her sleep in the meantime.
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