Bloody Bunny [Jisa vs. Tetsuko]

It was quite strange once he was settled in the Arena and hearing the strange words from the strong opposition and fellow classmate. Her stance, weapon, posture, All of it radiating a presence of strength and power that send a shiver of worry down his spine. His fur plush and somewhat ruffled as happened at times when he became tense with ears erect pointing towards the bright blue sky above. He words only baffling him truly. Feeling a small rattle that started in his chest as he tried to digest them. The rattle slowly settling lower and lower before becoming like a rock heavy and weighted in his stomach. He wasn't quite sure what to make of what she said. He felt his body so tense for a few moments he wasn't even sure if he could move as he worried this was going to be more of a embarrassment then anything with how fast he felt she could destroy him.

It was only as his small wiggling bunny nose drew in a heavy breath was he able to regain control of his stiffening muscles. Crouching low making the small fuzzy hare only that much more of a small target. "I'm not quite sure what you mean... B-but... I won't go Down easy!" His voice carrying a small low pitch rattle to it. If he could sweat he would have been sweating bullets. But instead of sweating like a hare his breath quickened as his heart rate was through the roof.

But even so his heels tightened as he crouched his upper body and lower body lifted by his strong lower hare like feet. Crouched and coiled of sorts ready to leap and pounce the second this all began. He wanted to believe he meant to be here. That the last fight wasn't just a fluke. So often did he feel he didn't actually belong here in a place for heroes to be. But he had nothing left to go back to and no one in the past either. HE had to believe he could do this!? It's why someone like him entered the tournament at all. He had to prove not only to others, But to himself he belonged here. His body  be came small and angled heels tightened to a point it almost hurt. But he was ready to move. Remaining still for the moment... Unlike the normal every day rabbit that waited or ran from all pray. A hare was often quite more of a hassle to do with when predators came calling.

It was a bit uneasy feeling when the fight truly began. A sensation of anxiety and weakness rattled into his small fuzzy core just as before. The anxious feelings of knowing he wasn't a fighter just as before. But as was the limitations he wanted to face head on and push against. Hence his participation in the tournament to begin with. But even so just as before with a deep breath and a lightly rattled breath he was quick to move. Not allowing himself to become a weight of worry, But instead using his speed and light weight to kick into action.

Initially his first intent like the hare he was mutated like his initial leap was one to flee. The blade missing it's mark at least it's main intent. His side and upper leg perhaps lightly as well given how he was a small target so hitting him covered a good percentage of surface area compared to a normal sized youth and size. A twinge of harsh pain lightly echoing through his leg up his side. The sensation of it giving him a mild idea of the kind of power she likely held. It was enough to make that little voice and tension inside his head to not be so little anymore. His ears tensing up erect towards the sky in surprise and worry as he briefly hit his feet from his backwards hop. His whiskers tensed as well and his nose wiggling erratically with each tiny breath.

The soreness was painful but not enough to stop him. Although he was somewhat extremely worried of what a non stumbling full power strike might do to him. But as this was battle he didn't really have longer then a fraction of a second to let those thoughts process or only partially process that is. Kicking off the ground thinking a bit from his last fight and hoping he could pull a fast one on her a bit more intricate then last match. She was fast but so was he... although he worried she was likely much faster even if he had rabbit body traits. But even still he'd try wondering if her stumble would supply a opening.

Leaping forward but high he would 'attempt' to leap somewhat at but truly over her. His idea and attempt to hopefully psyche her out and make her think he was rushing straight at her in a leaping jump just as he did all last fight. But instead he'd attempt to leap over her and if he was lucky enough to get the opening. Leap upwards towards her back and attempt to perform a double hare thump with both feet aimed at her back to hopefully try and knock her forward if possible. Or so he'd hope at least in his attempts feeling his nerves forever stuck in his throat all the while.


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-Jisa hare leaps back feeling a strike in his side and upper leg, Sending painful waves through his body and some soreness.
-Jisa would attempt to psyche Tetsu out if she'd seen his prior fight leaping at her making her hopefully believe he was doing a rushing attack to get her to defend.
-But his true attempt being to try and leap over her and quickly land her and leap and twist in the air from behind and try to double foot drop kick hare foot thump her in the back.

His fuzzy feet as he launched forward found only contact upon her blade and not her back as she hoped. Her fluid swordsman ship and training showing as her less skilled opponents maneuver was bested. Jisa himself gulping in the couple seconds of contact that occurred here. The sensation of it all feeling like a small eternity nearly as the light recoil along with his nerves send a riveting shiver from his ankles all the way up through his spin and what felt like into the tips of his ears where it ended. Thankfully the blow was at least enough to knock her back a bit as he tried to leap back in the recoil of the push. If he had the ability to sweat he would have been sweating bullets at the worry of any counter attack as her sword send a sense of intimidation through him. Opposing someone with weapons like this wasn't something he was used too. Mia's blaster being a ranged weapon had given him a little more time to think given he was quick footed hare. But this was a bit different... His instincts likely relating to a hare who saw a bird of prey watching from above with talons sharpened.

But he didn't escape that easily either as she spun and a kick still hit him hard in the coming motions and maneuvers. While he tried to avoid it and flee it proved impossible as a strong and audible whack was hurt even as the blade hit fur sending him flying a few feet off to the side briefly landing on his hip and rolling a couple times back before he managed to toss back to his feet. Of course the moment he was on his feet he was quick to start moving again hoping from spot to spot albeit with a light delay compared to his normal speed as his side and hip were extremely sore. While nothing was broken at the moment he felt another blow like that might shatter something if he wasn't careful. Oddly enough he wondered if he should fear her legs more then her sword now given the pain he was feeling.

"I might not be as strong and super as most or maybe all others in this tournament! But you aren't gonna beat me easily... I'm gonna be a hero too!" He'd say as the pain clouded his mind a bit and perhaps even a bit of anger from taking a wound like that so easily. His speed... She kept up so easily though... It made him uneasy as that was normally his main skill he'd lean on with his hare like skills and body.

While it wasn't perhaps the wisest idea he knew he had to act fast. This wasn't a three person fight like last time so he had to be more aggressive. Trying to control his breathing as he launched himself forward leaping from side to side in a light zig zag as he approached trying to make himself perhaps a little harder to keep track of. Crouching lightly as pressure built in his ankles and heels before launching while still a few feet away from her. While he was no expert fighter by any means he would attempt what would to him seem like a good idea. Instead of leaping directly for her he'd aim for her lower legs and shins. If her stance was wide he'd aim to try and tumble between her legs moving forward in the shot jump forward trying to either knock her over but also while going in flailing his small arms trying to scratch at her heels and legs as he flew by IF things worked out to try and maybe weaken her stance a bit. Maybe if he could hurt her legs or slow her down... he might stand a chance. Hoping his delayed speed wouldn't make this move a suicide one as well.


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-Jisa was hit hard with the kick in the recoil and sent flying a short distance and rolled several times before getting to his feet , For a time his speed seems lightly delayed as their is a soreness in his side and hip area. |
-Jisa being unsure how what to do resorts to being aggressive! Zig zagging when running towards Tetsu again, Leaping but this time instead of jumping at her for a thump attack he aims for her lower legs with his small body. Trying to fly through her legs if stance allowed or knocking her over being her attempt as well if he could. Wanting to try and flail his arms in attempt as well to scratch at her lower legs and heels with his small rabbit claws.

Jisa scratched and scuffed at Tetsuko's legs quickly ducking and rolling trying and luckily getting a attack to work. His blood was pumping and his heart pounding hard in his chest as he was constantly on edge and his nerves a powerful bundle of anxiety. Even if she hesitated and seemed a bit off balance compared too usual he still couldn't calm down given who he was fighting was constantly hanging over him metaphorically in a small form of terror. This was a intense battle compared to the type of training and hero training Jisa was used too. Watching her stumble and fall made him feel a little bad though. As well as the scent of blood lightly making his sense of smell unpleasant with his enhanced senses. Jisa felt himself sneeze lightly as it tainted his senses and made it harder to focus with such a smell so close.

She came at him yet again quickly though as he quickly tried to leap back away from the attack not realizing it was merely a feint of sorts. "I don't know what you're talking about... You're resolve is great too! You don't have to hold back on me!" He'd say with a light frown looking a little saddened. He wondered was she merely holding back and stumbling to avoid hurting him? Was he being pandered too. As he spoke his eyes flashed surprised as her attack worked the blunt end of her blade smacking hard into his back Causing him to smack and fall landing close to her. Struggling briefly on his knees and all fours. The shiver in his small body made it clear it hurt quite a bit for him. His small body not nearly as defended as his foes. "You don't have to go easy on me. If I win I want to win right... Don't worry about being real with me... I'm not weak like people think I am." It seemed he somewhat didn't understand fully. He seemed to think maybe he was being seen as weak as he often felt people saw him as. How he at times felt to himself he was. He looked up at her with a almost pleading sad eyes of worry. Hoping he hadn't been judged as unworthy. But to test if she would awaken her true skill and power. He would test it hoping for a small opening.

Kicking up with both the leaping force of his arms and legs ceasing the close range even with his sore back now. Aiming to leap straight up like a hard projectile and aim to try and slam the top of his head towards Tesuko's chin and her or face. He would force her to use her best. He didn't want to be seen as weak or let down his foe either.

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-Jisa flees back trying to dodge teh false attack and thus falls into the real attack.
briefly falls to his all fours in pain from the back of attack.
-Jisa leaps off from all fours at Tetsu from the ground aiming his top of his head to try and smash into Tetsu's chin and or face.

She was fast, This had become relevant early on even if at times Tetsu hadn't seemed to be on her best A game or maybe hesitated from moment to moment. Her moves were still quick and naturally the training she had endured and been through shined through. Even with Jisa's quick hare reaction times and quick footed speed it was and extreme labor to try and remain in a even close equal footing with his opponent. His heart was racing to the point and his legs feeling the burn he could feel it taking its major toll. He had to give it us all to keep up it felt like as the what felt like a severely uphill battle continued.

"I won't let up... I can still fight Tetsuko." His words lightly paired with heavy breaths. His quickened heart rate making his breathing becoming more and more heavy. He'd say as the motions took shortly after. He managed to smash his head into her. One of his few actual attacks given he relied heavily on hit and run tactics for his combat strategies. Although as he tried to pull back as what as he normally did. Before his feet hit the ground again and he could leap back again he felt a harsh smack of the back of Tetsuko's blade. The collision crashing into his small chest and given how small his body was he felt the echoing pain like shock waves through several ribs in small tremors. It didn't feel like anything broke persay but all the wind left his body briefly as a little spit and small speckles of crimson shot from his mouth as he was knocked back. His fur worn down from the battle and not that defensive as it had been at the start.

Before he knew it he was on the ground scrambling to try and get to his feet. But Tetsu would see a tremble of fear in his eyes when the blade stabbed in the ground near him. The arm flinching inward naturally perhaps the sound or crunch of the stab and fear of it causing a moment of shock within himself. But before he knew it the superior warrior had pinned him. His only resistance came while with what might he could use was to try and lift his legs. Kicking in what would equate to Jisa's feet thumping like a rabbit may do to someone who got close. His small arms did little to help him beyond his claws. And being pinned would have made those all but useless as the small fuzzy frame under Tetsuko struggled wriggling albeit in pain while doing so. Kicking his feet up in as many rabbit thumping upward stomps as he could while on his back. Doing what he could but his options were becoming increasingly limited by the moment. Victory in many ways all but lost but the body still fought and resisted all the same.

"N-no, I w-won't give up..." He'd say in a small stutter and wispy perhaps even weak breath as he spoke during these actions.
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-After Jisa's hit, The blow to his chest from the back of her blade sends pains of tremors through him and sends him knocked back into the ground. (Seemingly harmed from this one)

-Jisa flinches his arm inward after the stab while on his back. likely making it easier to pin him as well

-He would likely be easily pinned but raise his small feet attempting to struggle in rapid and sporadic upward thumps similar to a rabbit thumping in defense. His leg strength in a last ditch struggle perhaps to break free or fight however he could until the end.

The scent of blood some of his own and hers from the kick he managed to land hit his nose. His strong sense of smell had made sure most blood that had spilled or the grime of sweat from combat had been noticed by his strong sniffer. But even with some strong blows landing as he was overtaken, Overtaken still he was. He still kicked and wriggled even as such efforts slowly became more and more difficult as the superior fighter put him in such a set of holds that his arm became immobile as well as pressed into her blade causing a light sting of pain. The feeling at his throat was one that the harder he resisted as well the more he found himself shortened on breath and his body quickly exhausting as well as even worse being he was already rather tired from the quick sprinting and style of combat he used. Being a being of speed and agility he was moving almost constantly in combat scenarios and training. Even with his strengthened stamina training it still often drained his inner fuel faster then a cracked gas can.

His body wriggled as he fought to knee her any way he could or shove with strong leg strength but the proximity combined with his withering energy and exhausted mind as well as fatigue took hold made it hard to do any actual damage at this point. He continued into the struggle for a short time even after it likely had become clear the uphill battle had now become such a upward tilt all he could do was tumble back down the hill. He'd attempted to climb this mountain in a sense and had only been sent tumbling back down after using his best of efforts.

After the short time was taken his breathing was raspy gasps as it was hard to breath with his heart racing as hard as it was like a true hares heart within his chest. His heat built up as well as it was hard to cool down especially being pinned down and already heated from the combat. His head was cloudy and he truly felt dizzy as well. He knew this feeling and he knew shoving forward would lead to him passing out. Similar had happened in his first tournament when he fought the girl with black fire.

"I guess... Victory is lost at this point..." He'd say between raspy breaths as the sting in his arm and stress on his windpipe had become to much. He had enough fuzzy wits to make that deduction. His kicking strength and wriggling was all but gone and done as well now. If he had ever even come close to having the tools to win this fight they had since been stripped from him over the course of the battle.

Jisa would give a signal with what freedom he had with his small hands and stubby rabbit fingers. The signal one of forfeit, Saying it was a bit difficult so the signal was used instead. If she'd let up enough for him to speak better he may have used the opening to gained a bit more energy and breath and kept fighting. So the hand signal had been a better sense of forfeit for the ending of things.

Even once she was off him it would take some time before he could rise. Breathing heavily with a heard pounding so hard in his chest he could feel the pressure hard in his chest and light pain from it even. He'd need time to lay there for a few moments and allow his body to cool and relax again. He had been... defeated.

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Jisa continues to struggle for awhile, But between draining energy, weakening breath, and heart racing painfully and overheating issues. He eventually yields and signals a surrender of sorts.