[Last Time, on Battle High: Kairi awoke, but it wasn't Kairi! It was Isaac, a wandering spirit of some sort who happened to pop into Kairi's body for a while. They had a little talk with the principal, and then went off to fight their last battle of the first week, which is still in progress. Karasu defeated a somewhat scary girl, who has apparently fallen for his fists of dark fury, or something, and Ao-Lang went down to Ryo's So En Zan.] [We now rejoin our regularly scheduled fight, already in progress.] [Fight... START!] Musashi 103, next fighter. * Arthur stares across the ring at the remaining fighters. Ikea. Go. * The strange boy in the white gi jumps easily into the ring without a moment's hesitation. * Hope thinks. ... okay... * Isaac looks at Mr. white Gi boy. .oO(I wonder what style he uses...) Hm. Isaac, you mind taking this? * Ikea stands placidly in the ring, not fidgeting at all. Great Al? Your fighter? ~I... I'm not sure. I'll try though.~ * Isaac signs that as well. Isaac, good luck. * Isaac walks into the ring. ~He says he can beat me. That remains to be seen, though.~ * Ikea bows to Isaac and pulls a wooden folding chair from elsewhere. * Ikea settles into loose stance #1. * Isaac brings his right hand back, and felxes it forward, bringing Song out in his right hand. He bows. * Isaac settles into an appropriate fighting stance. Begin! Good luck, Isaac! .oO(... a folding chair?) * Isaac runs forward, making an attack by slashing downwards on Ikea's right shoulder. * Ikea slides forward, inside the slash, and rams the top of his chair at Isaac's stomach. * Isaac spins to the side of the attack, dragging his sword on the ground. A green spark appears on the tip and grows to a glow as he brings it upwards slashing at Ikea's torso. ~Llamda Strike!~ A loud dissonant screech be heard when he slashes. ... oh, my. I didn't know he could do that. Everyone has their secrets. * Ikea brings his chair up and scissors it open, catching the blade neatly in between the legs, though the vibration of the sonic assault nearly tear the chair from his hands. He twists the chair sharply to one side and the trapped sword tears free of Isaac's grasp and is flung across the ring. Uh-oh. * Isaac dashes to where his sword lies and picks it up. * Ikea rushes after Isaac, dropping into a slide with his chair raised just enough to take out Isaac's knees. * Ao-Lang groans and opens her eyes. "Anyone catch the number on that bus?" she asks weakly. * Hope kneels and checks on Ao. "Heya. Ya gave a good fight. How ya feelin'?" Like a bus hit me. Ow. * Isaac manages to roll forward just before so Ikea's chair doesn't hit him. His eyes spark red and a blue pulsating glow can be seen as he rushes towards Ikea with phenominal speed. He takes a slash at Ikea's leg. * Ao-Lang pushes herself into a sitting position, looking over at the fight. "Huh. Yer lettin' Isaac fight?" I couldn't get a read on the guy.. * Ikea is caught off guard by the incredible speed and the slash lays open his leg, staining his gi bright red. * Isaac strikes Ikea's arm, then clenches his sword with both hands and jumps, bringing it down for an overhead smash. * Ikea's arm is sliced wide open as he brings it down right into the sword, obviously preparing for something. It becomes evident just what as Isaac comes down from his jump. Ikea brings his chair up, a flaming aura igniting around it, and he speaks for the first time in the fight. "Rising Chair Fire!" * Ikea brings the chair up, leading the way in an uppercut that catches Isaac right under the chin, reversing his momentum and propelling them both nearly to the ceiling. When the flaming aura goes out and both land, Kairi's clothes are smoking around the edges and Isaac looks much the worse for wear. * Hope frowns. * Ao-Lang watches. "Isaac's got some good moves." She glances over at the other team. * Arthur looks supremely confident, while Ryo isn't quite so sure. The rest of the team is paying rapt attention to the fight. * Ikea leaps high into the air almost as soon as he touches the ground, chair igniting again as he falls towards Isaac. "Falling Chair Fire!" * Isaac lands on his feat, and manages to jump backwards just as the chair hits the ground where he used to stand. He plants his sword on the ground and spins, the spark staying at the tip this time. ~Sonic Stream!~ He slashes at Ikea when he finishes one spin, the spark flying off of the tip and heading for Ikea. A slide of notes upwards is heard as it nears it's target. * Ikea swings the chair back up to block, but is barely too slow and the nearly-visible stream of sound slams into his side with definitely-visible force, tearing a large hole in the side of his gi and digging into the flesh beneath. Ow. * Ao-Lang nods. "He's really good." * Isaac rushes to where Ikea is standing, his left hand glowing with pink energy as he grips his sword. The sword glows a pink light as the light extends the blade at least a foot in length. He slashes at Ikea's body. ~Siphon Soul!~ * Karasu frowns at that. * Ao-Lang watches intently. .. pink? * Ikea swings the chair around like a tonfa and it slams into place just in time to block the sword, though the pink blade extends through the chair into his arm. His face still shows nothing of the pain he must be in. * Isaac seems to absorbe a visible trail of energy as the previous attack finishes. He strikes the sword on the ground, the green spark igniting and the glow going down his blade. He brings it down with an overhand slash with a cry of ~Llamda Strike!~. * Isaac's strike passes through where Ikea was supposed to be, but Ikea sadly is not there. * From near the ceiling above Isaac comes the most emotional shout you've ever heard from Ikea. "Falling Chair INFERNO!" He slams to the ground just behind Isaac and explodes. Isaac holds his ground for a moment, but is facing the wrong direction and is first lit on fire and then hurled bodily from the ring. Principal Quentin steps out of the way at the last moment, letting the flaming boy slam into the wall. ... * Mariah shudders. * The flames go out after a moment, and Ikea is revealed in the center of the blast area, on his knees. * Ao-Lang winces, then gets to her feet and run-walks to Isaac. * Isaac slams into the wall, not moving and very much unconcious. Damn! * Hope runs over to Issac. * Hope checks on him. He okay? * Mariah just *looks* at Ikea for a moment before turning to Hope. "Is he okay?" * Ikea rises slowly and walks stiffly out of the ring to recieve congratulations and pats on the back from his teammates. * Hope is checking. * Isaac is nowhere near dead. He's nearly conscious, in fact. * He should come to in just a few minutes. * Karasu looks over at Ikea, briefly. * Ikea has that look that Karasu recognizes so well, because he sees it in the mirror every morning. * Ao-Lang flicks Isaac on the cheek. "Wakey wakey," she singsongs. * Isaac stirrs and rolls over. ~Did someone catch the number of that bus?~ I was gonna ask you. Can you stand? Is everyone going to stay that? * Ao-Lang grins at Hope. "You tell me." Nice fight Isaac. You're damn tough. * Isaac smiles. ~I'm going to say yes. Damn that guy hurts.~ ... well, it *does* feel like a bus. * Quentin looks down at Isaac. "Welcome to Battle High." * Ao-Lang blinks at Quentin, then cracks up. Congrats, Isaac! You passed the test! Alexander the Great, next fighter. * Isaac looks up at Quentin. ~Um... okay. Thanks.~ * Hope shakes her head and eyes Quentin. "Wonder what he woulda done if you failed." * Hope hops into the ring. "Wish me luck guys." G'luck, Fearless Leader. * Isaac shudders. ~I don't think you want to know.~ Good luck, Hope... * Isaac gives Hope the tumbs up. ~Good luck.~ * Ao-Lang helps Isaac to his feat and concentrates on something as she leads him to the bench. ~ ... yeah, he's... yeah. Was that why he's our ref today? ~ * Arthur eyes Hope for a moment. * Isaac is helped up. ~Ouch, them smarts.~ They do, don't they? If you're anything like me, you'll get knocked out at least one more time today. Rowan. Go. * This team's second fighter wearing that strange white armor, this time with blue highlights, hops into the ring opposite Ao-Lang, pulling a naginata from elsewhere as he does so. * Hope gets into a fighting stance. * Isaac studies Rowan for a moment. ~Well shoot...~ * Isaac concentrates on Hope. * Hope nods. * Hope rushes forward and slashes with her giant blade, aiming right for the guy's naginata. * Ao-Lang watches, head tilted slightly towards where Isaac sits next to her. * Ao-Lang smirks. * Mariah watches to see how Rowan reacts. * Isaac watches on. * Rowan whips his naginata way from the massive blade, whipping it around his body, whirling it in a circle, and whipping it back around, obviously in the rehearsed pattern of a special attack. This evidence is bourne out as he screams, "Shinkuu HA!" as the blade rockets horizontally in front of him, cutting through the air and sending a blade of no-air ripping at Hope. * Mariah winces. "... ow." * Hope is slammed by the air and winces. It doesn't stop her from whipping her sword around in a massive "MEGA HIT!" * Isaac watches on, his eyes flickering a brighter hue of red every few seconds. * Rowan is knocked halfway across the ring by the zanbatou, and has trouble climbing to his feet for a moment, finally using his naginata as a cane to help himself up. * Ao-Lang grins. That's more like it! * Ao-Lang eyes Mariah for a moment, then goes back to watching the fight. * Hope rushes forward and launches yet another "MEGA HIT!" ... what? Just wondering about something. * Isaac smirks. ~Looks like this guy isn't as good as he thought he was.~ * Rowan brings his naginata up and blocks the hit, but is forced down to his knees. The shaft of the polearm holds, though barely. * Mariah looks back at Ao-Lang. "Uh? ... never mind." * On the sidelines, Arthur is shaking his head sadly and trying not to look too closely at Rowan. * Rowan lashes out with a foot at Hope's leg in a sweep, but with so little leverage behind it, it has little chance of working. * Isaac notices this, and takes a glance at Arthur. * Hope leaps into the air, over the foot, and comes down with the blade onto Rowan. * Rowan's naginata finally gives up under this renewed strain and the blade keeps right on going, slamming Rowan straight down onto the floor and cutting deeply into his shoulder. He finally stops moving, and at a gesture from Arthur, Ryo and Tanisha run over and begin applying first aid. * Hope spins the blade and places it over her shoulder. "Woo! .. Err, he okay?" * Ao-Lang cheers. "Go Hope!" * Quentin gives Hope a strange look and motions her off the field. "He's not dead, so he won't die. Final fighters." That was fast. * Isaac raises his right arm in a cheering manner, but doesn't produce a sound. ~You rock!~ It really was... and here I go. She's like a rock! * Mariah stands, taking off her necklace and grabbing her staff before heading into the ring. * Ao-Lang nods. "Good luck, Mariah." * Hope heads off the field and grins at Ao-Lang. "You insultin me?" Kick some ass Mariah! * Ao-Lang crooks her finger. "Bring it, earth girl." * Isaac takes a long look at Arthur. * Arthur jumps up into the ring and levels his sword at Mariah, turning the blade just so, making the glint of light run from the point of the blade, down to the hilt. He smiles, and you can almost hear the *ting* as the light glints off his shiny white teeth. "Don't think I'll go easy on you, pretty or no." You'd *better* not. * Karasu could do that, but he doesn't want to. * Arthur lowers his blade a little and shift his large metal shield forward, the dragon crest shining brilliantly in the light. * Ao-Lang rolls her eyes. Someone needs to throw mud on that boy. * Isaac is looking at Mariah right now. * Hope gets the feeling that if someone DID throw mud on him, it wouldn't stick. I dunno. I bet he'd look hot even with mud on. And his teeth'd still shine. He must chew Orbit gum. * Mariah rushes to Arthur and drops to a crouch as, with a quick hand gesture, her staff begins to coruscate with colorless energy. She sweeps the staff out at Arthur's ankles, under the shield, obviously aiming to trip him. "Thundering Staff!" * Isaac grins. * Arthur crouches, letting the shield take the impact of the staff. The shield rings like a gong, and it's obvious that his shining teeth are rattling in their settings. * Arthur reacts quickly, thrusting forward with his longsword for Mariah's thigh. * Mariah dances out of the way of the longsword just as quickly, skipping back out of Arthur's immediate attack range. * Arthur presses the attack, lunging forward just as quickly for Mariah's midsection. * Ao-Lang whistles. * Isaac observes the fight. ~Man he's tough.~ * Mariah can't dodge this time but manages to bring her staff up and block the sword; she's obviously hit hard, but both she and the staff hold. * Mariah backs up more and circles Arthur, gesturing outwards with the staff and sending a gout of flame in his direction. "Cone of Fire!" * Hope frowns. "Go Mariah!" * Ao-Lang watches. "Five'll getcha ten Arthur's element's light, if he's got one," she says casually. I'll take that bet. * Arthur brings his shield around, lightning fast, and the gleaming dragon is boiled off, leaving the front of the shield a sooty black. He's so shiny. He's obviously compensating. * Ao-Lang grins at Hope. "Done deal." * Arthur advances swiftly, rotating the shield back out of his way and slashing twice horizontally at Mariah's neck level, snicker-snack. ~Man, that guy is way too shiny for his own good.~ Yeah. Not makin' a bet on this, but maybe his ultimate attack involves a giant beam of light reflecting things like a huge disco ball. * Mariah ducks at just the right moment as Arthur's sword sails over her and through where her neck was a second ago; she sidesteps, twirling the staff in front of her in case he presses the attack. * Isaac smiles. ~Yeah, maybe it's called something lame like Disco Glare. My eyes, my eyes!~ * Ao-Lang snerks. Or he could just stab people through the head. ~Stabbie Stabbie~ * Ao-Lang looks at Karasu with surprise. "You just made a joke." * Mariah wheels back further, looking Arthur in the eyes. "There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than can be dreamt of in your philosophy... and I'm one of them. The One is Many!" The girl abruptly shimmers and seems to dissolve, melting into a massive pool of tiny motes of light. Woo. Go Mariah! Outshine him! * The room is flooded with light as Mariah shines off of Arthur's shining plate armor. * Ao-Lang goes back to watching, then says dryly, "Hey, Karasu. Got another pair of shades?" * Ao-Lang shields her eyes. * Isaac looks at Karasu. ~I wonder if someone took over his brain.~ He shields his eyes. ~Man that's bright.~ Yow. * Hope covers her eyes. * Karasu pulls a pair of shades out of his pocket and hands them to Ao-Lang. * Arthur looks surprised for a moment, then hunkers down and brings his shield around to face the motes of light. * Ao-Lang blinks at the shades, then positively beams at Karasu. She takes them and puts them on. Now she's cool, yo. ~Now you're brooding with style.~ * The cloud of light motes zooms above Arthur and then plunges down on the boy's head, trying to get past his shield and armor. * Arthur is not, (un)fortunately, wearing a helmet. The lights swarm around his head and when he bursts free, his eyebrows are gone. He looks pretty funny with no eyebrows. * Hope snickers. ~Looks like someone's going to need some Ranco Hair Spray.~ * Ao-Lang bites her lip, but snerks just the same. * The lights seem to twinkle for a moment before descending on Arthur again. How's she do that? * Arthur's head is once more surrounded. This time, when he bursts free, there are several clumps of his beautiful flowing hair missing. He catches sight of himself in the shining blade of his sword. "Gah! I surrender! I surrender!" * Ao-Lang fights the urge to laugh, but fails. She cracks up. * Ryo falls over, helplessly pointing and laughing at the desperate prettyboy. * The cloud of lights floats up again and... pauses, waiting. * Isaac falls over, his mouth wide open but with no noise comming out.~ * Arthur jumps out of the ring and runs out of the room, leaving a trail of sparkling tears floating briefly in the air behind him. ~I never would have thought....~ * Ao-Lang keeps laughing. * The rest of Arthur's team falls into helpless laughter. * Even Ikea is laughing. * Hope laughs until she cries. * Karasu watches him run out of the room. Mariah, you rock. * The lights swoop back to the ground and meld together again into the figure of Mariah. She looks... shocked and just on the verge of laughing herself. "... wow!" * Ao-Lang giggles, wiping a tear from her eye. "Vanity killed the team captain." * The corners of Quentin's mouth almost twitch. "Winners, Alexander the Great, 103." * Isaac gets up. ~Now THAT was a win!~ That was awesome, Mariah. * Karasu is glomped from behind, and a voice whispers in his ear. "It's still hours before lunch, wanna go have some fun?" * Mariah remains silent for a moment before planting her staff to support herself as she breaks into laughter. "Oh, *man!* I wasn't even trying for that!" Well, ya won. ^_^ * Karasu casually looks over his shoulder. Hey, yeah, a win is a win... * Tanisha looks at Karasu with evil puppydog eyes. (Aww, it's a match made in heav- er, hell.) * Isaac looks at Karasu. Whatcha thinkin' buddy? Fun? * Mariah eventually manages to compose herself and walk back to her team. * Tanisha whispers seductively into his ear, "Fun." ~Whatcha waitin' for Karasu? You got a *fine* catch there.~ [Fight... Win by Humiliation]