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Face your demons generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 1:19 am
 Setting:Yue Lao is here to fight and feed exotic fruits to her monkey as a holiday, and they are running out of exotic fruits! So you can bet she's here to fight with some of this pent-up energy.
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Face your demons generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
9!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 2:12 am
Yue Lao was not really in the tournament mood, but she was perpetually in a fighting mood.
No, that wasn't particularly true: she had once been in a fighting mood every second of every day, but since she had grown up a bit, that battle fever had faded a little. Now, she seemed to be craving more a friendly spar with a companion than a tournament to prove her worth.
After all, as a Captain she had already proven to herself that she could hold her own. The things that she and her friends had survived: they were nothing to sneer at. By now, she had faced her own friends on the battlefield and had to recognize that the differences in alliances meant it didn't matter who they were to one another when the weapons were unsheathed in the name of their cause.
In her case, it was to defend the Emperor and the cohesion of these lands. She did not want the nobles to control anything; they had enough issues controlling their own tempers and mood swings, of those she'd met.
Regardless, some youthful part of her couldn't resist a tournament. It would kill some time, at the very least. Once in the ring, she took out an old friend: the cloth monkey fist of her original fights. It was a little stained with various fluids, most she suspected some form of mud or dirt, but it still worked just fine. And, most importantly, it would not maim anyone. She was not in the maiming business.
Her first round she spent on the defensive, manipulating the closer monkey fist to block blows while attempting to gain the distance she needed to effectively wield her monkey fist.
The technique was hard to execute, however: on this limited battle space for a tournament, she wasn't entirely able to maneuver as much as she'd like. The tournament was supposed to be a real hardcore affair, with everyone bringing to the table everything they had, but... It turned out that while young Yue Lao would have cherished such an opportunity, Yue Lao just thought of her careful planning for future battles in the actual war and really couldn't keep focused on the battle at hand.
[[OOC:
9//30]]
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 9:54 am
Her competitor was taking this very seriously. The young woman drove at Yue with a series of strikes right off the start, as soon as the battle began. Yue Lao could probably block them, as they were more inquisitive than anything else: testing her limits, her speed, her boundaries. Intimidation, too; she was showing off her speed and skill. She had been training long and hard for this.
"If this is all the great captain can offer, you're nothing like they said you'd be! How did you even get to be a captain anyway? Sleep with the right guy?" she accused, her face turning into a mask of derision framed by black harshly cut bangs. The young woman lashed out again, another furious series of strikes.
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Face your demons generated a random number between
16 and 20 ...
16!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 11:03 am
Okay, so Yue Lao's temper wasn't completely under wraps. "You know, I'm still going to let you live, but I'm married and I am way more full of a**-kicking potential than you've got in your whole stupid body."
Yeah, that was mature. Good job, Yue Lao. In the heat of the moment, however, she could merely feel her face flush. Then she started to laugh, her tensed muscles relaxing. She rolled her shoulders. "Wait, hold up, I just remembered something... you're just a kid."
Yue Lao prepared to block all the rapid strikes she suspected the duals user would unleash upon her as soon as they were within touching distance. She managed to block most of them with the monkey fist, but a couple sliced her bare arms and left thin, bloody tracings. Well, good to know the young woman kept her blades sharp, at least. Yue darted back, trying to make enough space to use her monkey fist, but the girl kept closing the gap.
She could use her bone-breaking style, but she didn't really want to maim her. And even though Yue hadn't given into her teenage anger flare up in a fundamental way, it had been enough to exaggerate her cocky attitude and make the Captain a little lacklustre. The more the young woman trash-talked her, the more it felt like some pathetic back-alley brawl. Oh, the glorious fights she'd had, and how this did not rank at all.
For a moment, she thought of her husband, battle-ready. She smiled to herself, and lashed out at her competitor's ankles with one foot. She'd at least entertain herself before bailing. And she was being kind of a loser in the first place, refusing to fight seriously. Then again, how serious was she, really? Even in certain Captain duties, she appeared just under the radar.
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Face your demons generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
8!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 11:04 am
Okay, so Yue Lao's temper wasn't completely under wraps. "You know, I'm still going to let you live, but I'm married and I am way more full of a**-kicking potential than you've got in your whole stupid body."
Yeah, that was mature. Good job, Yue Lao. In the heat of the moment, however, she could merely feel her face flush. Then she started to laugh, her tensed muscles relaxing. She rolled her shoulders. "Wait, hold up, I just remembered something... you're just a kid."
Yue Lao prepared to block all the rapid strikes she suspected the duals user would unleash upon her as soon as they were within touching distance. She managed to block most of them with the monkey fist, but a couple sliced her bare arms and left thin, bloody tracings. Well, good to know the young woman kept her blades sharp, at least. Yue darted back, trying to make enough space to use her monkey fist, but the girl kept closing the gap.
She could use her bone-breaking style, but she didn't really want to maim her. And even though Yue hadn't given into her teenage anger flare up in a fundamental way, it had been enough to exaggerate her cocky attitude and make the Captain a little lacklustre. The more the young woman trash-talked her, the more it felt like some pathetic back-alley brawl. Oh, the glorious fights she'd had, and how this did not rank at all.
For a moment, she thought of her husband, battle-ready. She smiled to herself, and lashed out at her competitor's ankles with one foot. She'd at least entertain herself before bailing. And she was being kind of a loser in the first place, refusing to fight seriously. Then again, how serious was she, really? Even in certain Captain duties, she appeared just under the radar.
[[OOC: Why the hell did I roll 16-20? =_= Let me just redo this. I have NO idea where I got that number...
17 // 30]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 11:58 am
"Marriage makes you weak, makes you soft!" her competitor yelled. Yue's sweeping kick connected, but it wasn't enough to really hurt the girl, and she flipped to her feet promptly after tumbling. She'd bruise, but it wouldn't be such a mark. And it just seemed to harden her resolve. She lashed out with further strikes, closing any distance Yue Lao tried to make. The blades sliced further into Yue's forearms, but the Captain didn't seem to do more than occasionally wince.
Finally, frustrated by her unwillingness to yield, Yue's competitor howled in irritation and raised a blade above, preparing to drive it into Yue's shoulder.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Face your demons generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
6!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:02 pm
None of her heart was in the fight. "You'll probably win today," Yue Lao admitted, calmly. Her temper would once have flared at this, surely. But she had learned to reserve her passionate side for the people she cared for; not to waste it on kids with something to prove. Yue moved just enough so that the edges of the blades still grazed her arms, tracing thin lines in the Captain's skin: marking and remarking previously scarred areas in the sunkissed flesh. It barely stung. The air made it worse, it was true, but nothing that she could not handle. Not after this long.
Perhaps with a competitor she felt more interest in, she would have fought better. In the end, although prizes and fame were nice... Yue Lao had done that, once. She had fought in a tournament, against her half-brother, and won a monkey out of it. A glorious golden lion tamarin. Yue Lao smiled to think of it, which only seemed to further anger her opponent. And as the girl raised that one blade, preparing to drive it downwards into Yue's shoulder, Yue Lao grinned like the devil: an opening, and she would make it count.
"You think this is a joke!? I will make a much better captain than you've ever been!" The girl paused, blade raised.
This seemed to actually stick in Yue's mind: "Maybe you will, one day. Maybe horses will fly and the world will swallow itself whole, or maybe I'll actually enjoy reading. Maybe we will see peace in our lifetime," Yue Lao said, as she took advantage of her opponent's clumsy opening, grabbing hold of the young woman and gripping her throat, suspending her in the air for a brief moment. "But I think we'll have to wait and see, won't we?"
[[OOC: Points Accumulated - 23 // 30.]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:11 pm
The best and worst of the fight appeared to be over. What little composure the woman had she had expended in the earliest parts of the bout: now her anger seemed to overcome her, and although her youth posed an interesting challenge in terms of sheer energy, the strikes were wild and wide. "I'll win because I earned it!" she choked out around the Captain's hand, trying to reorient her blades so she could slide at the older woman.
Yue relinquished the grip: she was wiry, but not a body-builder. That had never been her talent. Her arms were strong, however; it took strenth to wield the meteor hammer with the finesse it required to not smash into her face like it used to when she used its baby form. "I've never given up in a single fight," the young woman said, and took a second, chest heaving, to breathe, before driving at Yue Lao one last time with her blades.
The swings were still too far apart now, not like the original flurry of strikes which had reminded her of a butterfly's wings opening and shutting in flight.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Face your demons generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
6!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:12 pm
Yue Lao spent the rest of the round smiling, because it reminded her of Kiran, whom she kind of missed. Kiran had been a dear friend, even if their relationship at times was strained.
This young woman couldn't even hold a candle to that, though; Kiran could give her a run for her money, she was sure. This little thing might, one day, equal them. At the moment, given her mood and general wish to be on vacation, she was both saddened and surprised to realize that she really wasn't in a fighting mood. For the first time, she really just... didn't want to fight. "I must be getting old," she lamented, with a wry smile, looping out her meteor hammer to catch the girl's foot and pull her off balance. Yue Lao tilted her head and looked down at the girl. As soon as she was to her feet, the girl lunged at her again.
Yue Lao, inexplicably, raised one hand to stop the blades at first, remembering the sting of her palms slicing open so long ago that it felt like another lifetime. She missed her husband. She missed Sara. She missed her mothers.
And she really missed the passion of combat. As she turned to avoid the blow that she'd been too late to block effectively, one of the blades bit into her arm and drew a new line. Yue felt the heat drip down to her fingertips, and held up her hands.
"I concede defeat. I came to a knife fight with a piece of old rope, after all," Yue Lao said, with a wide smile, and a wink. She wrapped it back around her shoulder and headed off, gathering Hime-san and putting him up on her shoulders where he groomed her messy, long braid. Oh well. Maybe next time there was a tournament she'd actually feel like competing for fun. Instead of fizzling out in the first round.
[[OOC: Points Accumulated - 29 // 30.]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:20 pm
Just as the Captain was collecting her familiar and heading off the battlegrounds, her opponent grew livid and raced off after her. "Die like the mongrel you are, Yue Lao! I know your name, I know your face, and I know you're no better than the lowest slug I've ever crushed under my foot!" Whatever it was that this individual had to prove, she seemed to have a personal grudge against the Captain. Not that Yue recognized her, at all.
Yue, for her part, was thinking about how nice and warm the sun could feel, and how it was nice to have her temper under better control. Those days of her bitter youth had been dark days, indeed.
She charged after the Captain, raised a blade again and prepared to draw it across her back.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Face your demons generated a random number between
6 and 10 ...
8!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 12:29 pm
She would have been more caught off guard if the young woman hadn't made death threats and so much sound as she ran, but she would have been less caught off guard if she'd really thought the chick would try something while her back was turned. Yue Lao spun not in time to block with her meteor hammer, which she'd put away, but with both of her palms, pressing it between them. The edges still sliced into her already-damaged palms, blood trickling down again, but it didn't meet its mark.
Yue Lao stared the young woman down. "I will see you on the battlefield, and we will settle this," she told the young woman, serious at first. Twisting the blade so that the woman would be forced to let go or suffer a broken wrist, Yue's face relaxed and she added: "Didn't anyone ever tell you tournaments are for fun?" she shook her head and quirked one side of her mouth up, raising a brow.
Hime-san chittered angrily from her shoulder, his tail curled protectively around Yue Lao's neck. "I already conceded defeat to you, you're going to let me go, and my monkey and I are going to get food and watch our friends compete. Friends, you've got those, right?" Yue joked, dropping the blade and leaving.
[[OOC: 37 // 30.]]
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