Post by odango on Apr 16, 2016 16:55:26 GMT -5
It was over. The person registered as Blood Reaper had won. If you could call it just a win, that is. To Tsubaki it seemed more like a wipe-out. The black figure had just stood there, reflecting every attack thrown at him and in the end it just sandwitched the big guy with two limbs. At first she figured cat-person wouldn’t even be able to reach halfway around the big guy with his knee and elbow for the blows. She was wrong, of course.
*What will I do next round? I guess, I have to try and deal with him the same way as I finished the last battle… but what if he’s too quick? This guy might have seen what I do in the previous battle. If so, I might not have a chance. Then again, I don’t know how guarded are his joints. Hateful Joe was an easy target because an easy access point such as the back of his knees and his feet were practically bare. I don’t have a clear idea of what species that catman is, not to mention how protected his or her body is.*
These thoughts did concern her quite a lot and as a result, her gaze traveled aimlessly and slowly over the audience. It seemed impossible. Before, she was up against a person who did not seem to calculate anything about his movements. There was no way she could win against someone faster, stronger, more experienced and also with a head on his or her shoulders.
Her brow now taking the form of a scowl, her mind still unable to find a solution for the problem, her eyes fell on a random area of people. No, she had spotted something that she thought was her imagination. Before, as the battle had just ended, the young woman thought she saw someone familiar. Then again, no, it was just an ordinary girl. For a bit, the kid reminded her of the young child from a rather eventful day involving the Sticky Pirates, when she was still a recruit. What was her name again? She couldn’t remember it on the spot… It was no chance that the little girl was there. She would probably have been clinging on to her older brother if she were. Tsubaki doubted someone kidnapped that guy’s sister again and forced her to watch a tournament. Besides, those two had probably seen enough violence as it was. But honestly, she couldn’t remember the name. It was right on the tip of her tongue, she just couldn’t pin it.
”Rebecca!” she let out aloud something that was meant to stay in her mind. She then glanced around to see if she by chance raised any questions with her outburst but it seemed that there was anyone listening. The cat person was currently walking back up the stairs so there was a chance he heard her, but she doubted he cared. Even if he did, she did not wish to stay there. Be it a little childish of her, but the reasoning for the girl turning on her heel and walking away, right past the cat-person as he or she was at the last step (and possibly hindering the person), was that she didn’t like knowing she would fail in the next round. So, a part of her was mad at this person for entering in the first place. She understood very well how stupid that reason was but she couldn’t really help what she felt at that moment.
Nobody could tell but she was pouting under her mask while making her way to a copy of their battle chart which had been brought in after her round had started. The piece of paper told her two things besides the fact she might die in the following round. First – the third and fourth round would happen the next day in the evening. Second – she basically had a day and a half to find out what she needed to or the whole hassle of finding the tournament and entering in the first place would be wasted. The young marine was not staying for an extra week to participate again. And now, besides spying and fighting, she would not only have to live through a fight but also have to do the impossible. Knowing there was no one to blame besides herself since it was her idea and she could just quit if anything, the girl relaxed the scowl on her face and let out a sigh. This was going to be troublesome.
*The next one is twelve and fifteen, then the numbers thirteen and five. And then twelve more battles. I’d leave but I have no idea how long the other fights will take.*
”Out of the way, losers!” came a voice of a pink haired man as he unnecessarily shoved through a small crowd of people on his way down. There was a clearly free path next to them and he had known it.
The young man was standing at about 6 feet two inches, his pink hair short and messy, and he was dressed in all black with pink stripes crossing his sweater and the lower part of his pants. On his hands were metal claws, strapped with leather buckles to his forearm. They seemed well adjusted to his posture and gave him the look of having animal claws.
”Oi oi oi, you Reaper cat! You can blow me. I’ll show you that nobody steals my image in this tournament and gets away with it!” he roared out.
With a wild grin the man dashed down the stairs. The guy left quite an impact on the room, even if he was just being loud. The man was number thirteen and went by the name: “Pussycat”