[Last Time, on Battle High: Our heroes awoke on the morn of another battle, this time with an unknown team. Oddly, in spite of the team being unknown, four of the five team members were friends of Mariah's, and fairly well known to her, which will likely make her an excellent source of information for Hope, who is now captain.] [Now, it's time for them to throw down with their opponents, Son Wukong 103, consisting of Demetri Spyros and his goat, Mather Froelich and his tattoos, Tyrone Dundon and his daggers, Sage Halo and his not-as-phallic-as-Hope's sword, and Tao Ren and his massive ghost.] [Fight... BEGIN!] * Ren jumps up on the bench so he can take a good, long look at his opponents. * Isaac's eyes flash red. ~I don't like that Tao Ren guy~ * Isaac stays hidden from Ren behind the rest of his team. ~He looks a little... unpleasant, yeah. And he's got that ghost... .. okay, so we have a ghost too, but...~ * Kai just stays calm, frowning juuuust a little. "Looks like a strong bunch..." * Ao-Lang shrugs, grin firmly in place. "Like that's a surprise." She jumps to her feet and decides to get part of the introductions out of the way. "I'm Ao-Lang Shen." * Hope nods and waves. "Hope Fayth!" * Mariah continues the trend, even with a slight c'mon-guys-you-know-this look on her face. "Mariah Ritter." * Kai flashes the ol' V-for-victory. "Kairi Yoshida!" * Hope blinks and looks at Isaac for a second, then nods. * Isaac finds that he's exposed when Kai flashes that 'V'. He quickly dodges behind Hope. * The ghost glares across the ring at Isaac. * Hope eyes Isaac for a second. "Don'tcha go gettin' any ideas ghost-boy." * Isaac points at the big ghost. ~Um, I'm gettin' ideas about him being freaky.~ * The other team quietly reclines on their bench, save for Ren, who stands there eyeing you all angrily. * Mariah winces. ~... you didn't have to say that out *loud*, Hope...~ * Isaac pouts. ~Now they know for sure I'm here.~ * Ao-Lang rolls her eyes and sits back down, but looks at the other team expectantly. * Kai smiles apologetically at Isaac. ^^; * Hope winces and rubs the back of her head. "Err. Sorry." * Isaac sits on the bench and looks dejected. * Demetri stands up. "I'm Demetri Spyros, like Mariah's probably told you, and the goat is Goat, my mount. The guy next to me with the tattoos is Mather Froelich, the guy with the daggers is Tyrone Dundon, the guy in the armor is Sage Halo, and our captain, as we've said, is Tao Ren." Oddly, when he says Ren's name, it actually comes out in that order, where such names are usually reversed by the translation. My primary spirit, and the one I use for combat, is Bason. ... primary? Whoa. * Ao-Lang nods, apparently satisfied. * Isaac looks off to the side. ~I think most shamans have multiple spirits.~ Neat. ~How many?~ ~Don't know.~ ~Wish I knew more about this... there's got to be someone out here...~ Who is your spirit? ... eh? M-me? Are you a Shaman? * Isaac looks at Ren. ~My name's Isaac, thank you very much.~ It looks like I am, sorta, yeah. ^^; Now you did it, Isaac. You keep spoiling the fun. ~Bah, he's gonna find out anyways.~ * Ren turns a piercing glare on Isaac. "Are you his spirit?" * Isaac looks thoughtfully. ~Last time I checked, I was my own spirit. A free spirit, if you will.~ Aw man Issac. That was bad. * Ao-Lang snorts. ~That's really bad.~ * Mariah snickers at that. ... Isaac. ^^; * Isaac smiles innocently. * Ren nods to himself and continues observing you all. * Isaac kicks his feet. He keeps from looking at Bason. * A young and beautiful lady dressed in referee's stripes walks through the door and slams it behind her, the wind from the closing causing her long, curly blonde hair to jump wildly before settling down again. She walks to the middle line of the ring and looks both teams over. * Kai waves to the ref, naturally. * Isaac looks at the lady. His eyes flicker red as she walks to the center. * The ref waves energetically back at Kai. * Hope grins at the Ref. "So they're not all old men." * Mariah nods to the ref. * Ao-Lang laughs. "Thank God." Heh, I like her. ^_^ I'm sure you do. You like everybody. * Hope winks at Kai. * Ao-Lang snerks. Hiiiiii! Have you introduced yourselves? Yeah, we did. * Isaac holds his head as it looks like something small hit him when he looked at her. ~Woah, first time that happened.~ Well, yeah. * Kai seems to completely miss the meaning of the wink. Yeah... Good, then. My briefing said that Wukong picks first fighter, so go to it. * Ren scowls angrily. "Tyrone, you go." * Tyrone stands fluidly and hops into the ring, landing with both daggers in his hands, twirling between his fingers. Hmm... Mariah, can I depend on you? * Ao-Lang blinks in surprise and looks to Hope. * Hope frowns. Wait. * Mariah pauses for a moment before nodding. "I can do it if you want." * Hope closes her eyes and thinks. Okay. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Ao-Lang, I'm gonna go for you instead. Your call, bosslady. Okay. * Ao-Lang jumps to her feet and walks over, stepping into the ring. She smiles at Tyrone. * Isaac has been looking away from the ring the entire time, his eyes closed. Good luck, Ao! Good luck! Kick some ass Ao! * Ao-Lang winks at them before stretching out her arms and focusing on Tyron again. * Tyrone blinks as Ao-Lang enters the ring, and nearly fumbles one of his daggers. * Isaac looks up, then floats upwards to get a better view of the match. Not gettin' cold feet on me, are ya? Hey, no problem here. No problems at all. I think this is gonna be a good start to the fight... so long as he isn't as fast as he looks. * Ao-Lang grins. "Good. Hate it when boys disappoint me." He's pretty fast, but it's not that bad... * Isaac looks up and streches, his eyes flashing red when he looks up. He looks back down at the floor after streching. * Tyrone rushes forward, crossing the sixty feet of ring between himself and Ao-Lang almost too fast to be seen, his daggers flashing as he thrusts one at each of Ao-Lang's shoulders. * Mariah 's eyes widen. "... he's a little faster than I remember." * Isaac nods. ~As we develop, they develop too.~ * Ao-Lang snaps her tessen into her hands as the wavering blue, gold-flecked aura springs to life around her. She knocks the daggers away, one making a thin cut along her left shoulder. * Hope snickers. * Tyrone pivots in place, crouching as he goes, and whips his daggers around at Ao's legs. ... gah! * Kai winces sympathetically. "A quick one... Ao should be able to hold up, though..." * Isaac doesn't look phazed in the least. ~Ao's plenty fast for that.~ * Ao-Lang jumps just as Tyrone crouches, so his daggers slash at empty air. She arcs over him, flipping at the top to throw both open tessen downwards. * Tyrone continues spinning as his strikes miss. He thrusts his daggers down at the ring and they throw up sparks as they continue to slide. He leaves himself balanced on one leg and both knives as he blocks both incoming tessen with his foot. * Tyrone slams his foot down and pushes easily to his feet, popping up right in front of Ao-Lang and jumping straight up. * Ao-Lang lands in a crouch, facing Tyrone, and slashes her right tessen up and straight into his face as she yells, "Falling Star Strike!" * Tyrone keeps on flying right over Ao's head as the blast goes off in his face. He drops his knives to clutch at his face and slams painfully into the ground, rolling almost to the edge before stopping. Yow. * Isaac winces with that one. * Ao-Lang doesn't give him a moment's rest as she dashes after him, covering ground quickly. She makes a cross slash with both fans once she nears, the familiar, powerful jet of lightning and water forming where they meet. "Chaos Stream!" Yow. Remind me not to piss her off. * Tyrone crackles with electricity and holds his own for a moment against the stream as he tries to clear his eyes, but in the end the pressure wins out and pushes him the last couple of inches over the edge. I wouldn't want to fight her, no... ~Um, yeah.~ ... geh. Nice work Ao! ~'s why I think Kai got lucky when he fought her.~ Well now, looks like a win for Great Al. Somebody help the poor boy get back to his side, willya? * Ao-Lang stops at the edge and looks down at Tyrone. She lets out a breath before the aura vanishes. * Kai claps nonetheless. "Yeah, she's a strong one! I lucked out bigtime." * Tyrone tries to blink away the pain in his eyes and suddenly realizes he's lost. "DAMN IT TO HELL!" Good fight, both of you! * Ao-Lang grins. "Better luck next time. But hopefully not." She hops out of the ring. * Isaac grins. ~Good job Ao.~ Great Al, you're up. * Karasu hops into the ring. * Tyrone stomps angrily back to his side of the arena. * Hope frowns and thinks for a second. ~Looks like someone has a death wish.~ Karasu, I choose you. * Ren grins evilly. "Sage. Tear him apart." * Ao-Lang walks back. "Think he read your mind." She raises her eyebrow at the group as a whole. "Y'guys weren't talkin' about me, were ya?" * Mariah smiles. "Good luck, Karasu." ... he's not wasting time. Go for it, Karasu! ~Ah, shit.~ ... we kind of were. You're a good fighter, Ao-Lang... * Sage blinks a little and hops uneasily into the ring. * Ao-Lang twirls one of her tessen. "As if there was a doubt." She has a seat. * Hope frowns. This innit good. ~Yeah, we're outta names.~ ... I dunno, it might be all right. ~So guess who's ass is getting kicked. :P~ * Sage draws his large sword hesitantly and takes a ready stance. ... uh... whose? * Karasu stands casually and waits. ~I told you to guess, baka.~ The only advantage we have we have is Karasu's psychological advantage. People are scared of him. ~That and he kicks ass.~ * Karasu starts glowing with his familiar aura. * Sage closes his eyes for just a second, an elongated blink, and an answering pure, white glow springs up around him. * Ao-Lang whistles. * Isaac floats a bit higher. ~Now all we need is the grunting.~ * Karasu rushes for Sage, and grabs at the front of his shirt. * Ao-Lang leans back and crosses her legs, then grunts in agreement. It doesn't sound like much of a grunt coming from her. * Sage dodges backward, but Karasu's hand manages to barely grasp the collar of his white armor. ~You need more Grrr and less unt.~ * Karasu throws him down to the ground, towards the edge of the ring. * Ao-Lang snickers. "Grr, baby." Not wasting any time at all! Finish it quickly, Karasu! Don't let him start! You can do it! * Sage is tossed towards the edge of the ring, but rolls easily to his feet and rushes back, whatever hesitation he was experiencing before now gone. He levels his blade in a wide horizontal slash at Karasu's waist. * Karasu blocks the weapon with his arm, grimacing a bit. * Karasu spins and lashes out a kick at Sage's weapon. * Sage grunts a little as the weapon tears free of his hands and skids across the ring. * Ao-Lang grins and nods in approval. * Karasu strikes at Sage again with a knifehand wrapped in darkness. "Raven Nine-Needle Slasher!" He really should just dodge sometimes... ~Don't tell him that.~ * Sage blinks as the first hit of the slasher slams into his breastplate and barely leaves so much as a mark. Karasu's hand, which was formerly wrapped in darkness, is glowing quite a bit less after its collission with Sage's aura. * Karasu spins, following through with a kick. * Kai eyes the point of contact warily. "... I got a bad feeling about this." * Ao-Lang blinks, too, and the grin fades a little. She leans forward and starts watching more intently. Uh-oh. ~Aw shit. He found out Karasu's dark, not shadow...~ * Sage rocks backwards a little as the kick slams into the same place that the punch landed, but overall looks surprised at the relative ineffectiveness of the attacks. He shrugs a bit and slams an armored fist into the outside of Karasu's extended knee. Yup. Hard to tell. ~At least that's what I think he was thinking. I didn't bother glancing at his mind.~ * Karasu grimaces and grabs at Sage's outstreched arm. ~Oh, and Sage thinks you're hot.~ * Ao-Lang smirks. "Like that's a surprise." ~Oh, geez. Karasu's in trouble...~ * Sage jerks his arm back just out of Karasu's reach. "Oh no you don't, darkboy." ~Yes he is.~ Aw damn. He's not in trouble until he loses! ~No. He hasn't lost until he loses. He's in trouble, and trouble you can get out of. Once you've lost, that's it.~ * Karasu dashes right in close with Sage, and rams an elbow at his face. "We'll see about that." * Sage is nailed spectacularly in the nose by Karasu's elbow, and thanks to the marvelous acoustics of this room, everybody can hear the nose break as if they were the ones breaking it. Blood flies from the collision, and Sage flies backward to land on his back. * Most of Sage's team winces in sympathetic pain. ... wow. * Isaac winces. ~Owww... Do it again!~ * Ao-Lang doesn't wince. Instead she comments, "There we go." * Sage slowly sits up, holding his nose, his white armor smeared with the red of his blood. Aw man. You messed up his nice armor. * Sage feels delicately at his nose and then takes ahold gently and *SNAP*s it back into place. * Hope winces. * Ao-Lang winces now. * Mariah winces significantly more at the nose-resetting than at the original attack. * Isaac shrugs. ~Simple medical procedure. Damn painful, though.~ ... now that's guts! * Kai just has this look of awe on his face. * Karasu brings his fist back and jumps, aiming a punch right for Sage as he falls. * Sage rolls quickly to one side, blood flying off of his armor, hand, and nose as he goes. * Karasu wheels and throws a kick from a crouching position at Sage. * Sage flips to his feet and barely avoids totally overbalancing and taking a painful fall on his face. * Kai does wince at that one. "... although I wouldn't wanna fall on something I just broke. Gah." * Sage holds out his hand towards his sword and it flies across the ring to his hand. He drops into a ready stance and scowls angrily through the blood. Oh, *man*... * Karasu rises with an uppercut. * Sage steps calmly backward, letting the uppercut fly past his face as if his nose hadn't just been broken. Boy's got some pain tolerance. ~No shit.~ * Karasu raises his leg and brings it down in an axe-kick toward Sage's knee. * Sage shifts to one side and lets the kick slam into the ground before he brings the massive flat of his blade around at Karasu's head. Move, Karasu! * Karasu staggers as the blow hits right in the head. * Karasu moves forwards and slashes at Sage's chest with a knifehand. "Raven Calamity Crimson!" * Sage dodges to one side, but is too late as Karasu's hand slashes through the white armor and into his shoulder, sending more blood streaming down the white armor. Yow. * Isaac frowns. ~Sage should be down from that...~ ~How much blood does he *have*?~ He's like a tank! How much can this guy take? * Isaac glances at the amount of blood on the floor. * Karasu spins and tosses a kick at Sage. ~Loosing that much blood would make me woozy, but for him, it shouldn't even bother him *that* much.~ Probably got a hookup to the local hopsital. Lose a couple pints, get a new one free. He better not get himself killed. He won't. * Isaac shivers ~If he's smart, he won't.~ * Ao-Lang grins at Hope. "Ain'tcha the one with faith?" Maybe it's a plan. He lets Karasu hit him until he gets so tired he falls over. * Sage ducks under the kick and lashes out at Karasu's standing leg with his blade. * Hope grins at Ao. "No. Just parents with a bad sense of humor." .oO(A *really* bad sense of humor.) ~It's not that bad. :P~ Anyhow, I don't like that plan. Too painful, for one. ~It looks painful.~ Unless he pumped himself with novacane before the fight. There's a thought. * Karasu blocks, but he's so much out of energy that he can't stay conscious anyhow. ~Drugs...~ Aww, man. Aww, man. ~Com'on, you can do it!~ ... man. * Sage walks to the side of the ring and falls out, making a loud thumping noise as he hits the ground. * Ao-Lang hops to her feet. "I said it first." She waits for the ref to give the ruling. Yow. * Hope hops in and drags Karasu out of the ring. ~Ouch.~ * The referee looks at Karasu. "Looks like he went down. Tie game. Wukong, you're up." ~Don't get in yet Hope!~ * Ao-Lang watches Hope do that, shrugs to herself, and sits back down. That's... geh. He did his best... -- A tie? Wow. I didn't even know there could *be* a tie. Just draggin his body outta here ~Oi... man. I didn't think he'd do that well.~ No, there's a tie. We won one, they won one. * Kai shakes his head slowly. "Well, it just is as if nothing happened... kinda." ... oh. Not the fight. * Ao-Lang rolls her eyes. "No, not the fight." * Mariah shakes her head. "Ow... ~I was hoping Karasu'd stay awake long enough to get the win.~ Sorry, I'm an idiot... * Ren looks over the remaining members of his team. Mather, you go. * Isaac 's eyes flash red briefly as he looks at Karasu. Hmm. * The tattooed boy jumps into the ring and pulls a massive scimitar from his back. Big sword. * Ao-Lang laughs. Man, how many people have those big swords? * Isaac blinks. ~Damn, that's a lot of dark. I don't!~ Alot. Personally, I think it's not really all that useful, but different strokes and all that. * Hope frowns. "I'll go in." G'luck, cap'n. Do your best, Hope... * Hope hops into the ring with her giant sword. ~Ya sure? Okay...~ * Ao-Lang looks at Kai. "Have you been paying attention? Just hit with that sword and you're in loads of pain." * Karasu wakes up. * Ao-Lang grins at Karasu. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty." * Mather looks Hope over as she hops into the ring. ~Geeze Karasu. What'd ya get, you're like all *angsty* and stuff when I look at your head.~ * Karasu shrugs. * Mather nods approvingly. "A most impressive weapon." Yeah, but that happens with alot of other things, too. * Kai smiles at Ao. "Sometimes, the lightest things have the greatest force... it all depends on the heart behind it." ---ah! Good luck, Hope! ~Actually, it depends on the spirit, the strength, and the mind behind it. Neglect any of the three, and you're in for a world of pain.~ ~Also, the size of the weapon doesn't count. It's how you use it.~ :P * Mather stands ready, mighty blade held loosely in one hand. * Isaac looks at the match. ~Com'on Hope. Kick his ass!~ * Ao-Lang eyes Kai for a brief moment. "So what, you're saying blood pressure's the key to success?" I think he means fighting spirit. I like my version more. * Mariah looks down at her staff, turning it over in her hands and rubbing at a few dents. "And I think he's got a point... * Hope gets into a fighting position and waits. ... no, the other kind of heart, Ao. =/ * Ao-Lang just smirks and watches the fight, not bothering to respond to Kairi. * Mather jumps easily into the air, almost flying across the ring on wings of invisible wire, to bring his massive scimitar crashing down at Hope's head. * Hope moves out of the way, but doesn't manage to avoid getting hit. ... gah, I have to admit, the whole 'getting hit' part's no fun no matter what. I remember what Hope's weapon felt like. ~I don't.~ At least they both have big swords this time... * Hope LEAPS into the air. She twists her sword so it's point is aimed at the ground and comes down, HARD. "BATTER... UP!" A shockwave ripples out from the blade's point as Hope grunts in pain. * Mather is flung painfully into the air as the ring ripples under his feet. * Hope brings her sword up and waits.. and SWINGS, just as Mather comes back in range. "Time for a home run! MEGA.. HIT!" That's it, Hope! * Ao-Lang grins. "Gotta use that big sword. Right, Kai?" ~Go for a grand slam!~ She's using it like a pro, yes. o_o * Mather twists in the air and instead of the massive blade hitting him in the gut, as Hope intended, it clips his legs and sets him spinning. He slams hard into the ground. He looks up at Hope angrily and opens his mouth, letting out a massive cone of flame with a roar that makes the room shake. ... * Mariah winces. "... *ow.*" * Ao-Lang stares. "The hell?" Okay. I am *never* kissing that guy. Interesting. ~Yesh!~ I think he could use a mint. Or six. Six hundred mints. Yeah. * Hope is charred and knocked out instantly. ~Sixty 'k' mints?~ ... and Hope... meh. * Kai sighs heavily. "Damn." ~Ouch...~ ... oh, dear. * Mather's head flops to the ground as the cone ends. * Ao-Lang gets to her feet and walks closer to the ring, making sure Hope's actually out. When she is, she hops in and drags her out. "Okay, Fearless, you're not s'posed to do that." * Isaac looks over Hope starts to check the burns. ~This place may heal people really fast, but burns are really damn painful.~ * Hope is blissfully knocked out. Double KO. Score is still tied. Great Al, send in your next fighter. Oh yeah. Kai, your call. ~Ah shit. Hope's out...~ ... well, at least it was a double-knockout... ~Lesse... we have a dark and a non-element. Both look pretty competent.~ * Ren gestures and Demetri runs in to pull Mather out of the ring. ... I want to fight Ren. I have to see something. Mariah? Okay. * Ao-Lang flops back onto the bench. * Mariah grips her staff tightly as she climbs into the ring. * Ren smiles evilly. "Demetri, go. I want the Shaman." ~Okay, someone get some burn cream. Otherwise Hope's gonna be yelling like hell when she moves from now on.~ * Demetri hops back into the ring and whistles shrilly. His goat, having eaten a ramp up the side of the ring, answers the whistle by walking up and eating the leg of his pants. * Ao-Lang sighs and gets to her feet. "Make me miss the show," she gripes before walking out. ~Bah, there should be some around here...~ ... the goat eats alot. * Demetri kicks the goat's side and mounts up. Small loss. ~Note to self: bring a first-aid kit to battles from now on.~ * Mariah twirls her staff before flipping it into one hand and gesturing it forward at Demitri. "Let's start this right! Cone of Fire!" A swirling cone of flames arcs out towards Demitri and Goat. * The goat takes a quick step backward and the flame ends right at the tip of Demetri's nose. When the cone dissipates, the tip of Demetri's nose is a bright, angry red, and his goat has hair only on the back half. * Ren snickers loudly. ... tough goat, too. * Demetri kicks Goat's flanks and it rumbles forward, gathering speed quickly. ~You can dodge that Mariah!~ * Mariah holds her ground, spinning the staff back into place before jutting it forward to match Demitri's charge as a barely-visible corona of seething energy forms around the staff. "I can do better! THUNDERING STAFF!" Go for it all, Mariah! * Goat thunders forward and opens its mouth to eat the staff as it approaches. Demetri, having a good idea of what's coming, pulls a longsword from a sheath on his back and knocks the staff out of the way, taking the damage himself as the sonic vibrations discharge right through the sword into his arm. * The goat, deprived of its meal, keeps going straight towards Mariah, ramming her with its shoulder. * Ao-Lang walks back in, cream in hand. She tosses it to Kai. "Get to it." * Ao-Lang has a seat on the bench once again. ... me? o_o Yeah, you. I got the cream. * Kai 'gets to it' nonetheless. "... well, fair enough, I guess." * Mariah is knocked somewhat off-course, stumbling to the side before flipping up the staff to recover. "... when the light of truth fails, we must trust the world of mystery! Goddess guide my strike! NEW MOON RISING!" ... everyone's learned all these new moves... =/ * The ring goes black. * Demetri screams. * Goat screams. * The blackness clears. Goat stumbles to one side, but remains standing, barely. * Mariah drops into a defensive stance, waiting to see what Demitri and Goat's next move is. * Demetri kicks Goat forward and it lunges forward, gaping goaty maw leading the way. Mariah's staff is in the perfect position to defend, and she leaves it there to stop the goat's lunge. The goat responds just as one would expect, by biting down on the staff and munching happily on some high grade wood while its rider cuts at Mariah with his longsword. ... careful, Mariah! * Mariah 's staff is thoroughly munched, but she manages to step back into her stance and use the upper half of her staff to block the longsword. "... ow." * Mariah spins back around, halves of her staff in each hand beginning to crackle and arc with electricity. "Shock Bolt!" She brings the staff-halves up to make an X above her head, and the energy within them merges into the blast of electricity aimed at Demitri. * Kai is more-or-less doing the whole 'punch-with-Mariah' thing by now. * Demetri discovers firsthand that trying to block a lightning bolt with a longsword is an exceptionally bad idea. The bolt leaps down his sword to his body, runs through him and Goat, and into the ring floor. The goat and rider soon join the bolt on the floor, having recieved what would be termed by good ol' boys as "one hell of a whoopin'." Victory to Great Al. Final fighters into the ring, please! ... no offense, guys! * Ren jumps eagerly into the ring as his teammates drag Demetri and Goat out of the ring. * Mariah steps back out of the ring with a smile, sitting back down at the bench before looking over the ruins of her staff. "Man. Guess I'm gonna need to get a new one... Hey, no problem. He lost, so he lost. * Tyrone grins winningly at Mariah. ~Whoo!~ ~Good job Mariah!~ -- And hey, it was a good fight! Thank him for me when he wakes up, okay? * Hope groans and wakes up. "dsombody get the nmbr of that bus?" Heh, good, good... ~Yes. It was number 42.~ * Kai looks down at Hope, all smiles. "You did good, Hope... but looks like it's my turn..." Good luck, Kai! * Isaac looks up. ~Guess it's your turn. Want me to step in along with you Kai?~ Ow. Ow. If I did good, I wouldn't be here, would I? Please, Isaac. * Kai stands, pulls his bo out from his overalls, and walks into the ring, resting the staff across his shoulders. He's... looking at Ren reeeeeally intensely for some reason. * Isaac floats up and into the ring. He's grinning, but keeps his gaze away from Bason. ~This'll be interesting.~ * Bason quite suddenly shrinks into a tiny baseball-sized version of his head, trailing a little ghost-tail, and flies into Ren's hand. * Isaac blinks. ~That's new.~ * Ren raises the spirit-ball high, then lowers it and slams it into his chest. "BASON! SPIRIT... MERGE!" * Isaac shrugs. ~Wanna give it a shot Kai?~ * Ren suddenly seems to grow several inches in height, and takes on a very Bason-like cast to his features. ... that's... wow. * Hope groans and looks up. "Nowzats fancy." * Kai looks at Isaac. "... you sure?" Wow. He's gotta be *really* powerful... ~Pretty positive. Never know until we try, and I think he'll kick your ass if you don't.~ ... looks like it... let's go, Isaac! * Isaac closes his eyes, and changes into a baseball-sized version of himself as well. He doesn't trail a ghost-tail, though. :P Aw man. I musta gotten hit harder then I though. You got hit pretty hard... Am I the only one seein' that? ... but, no, that's real. * Isaac blinks. ~Woah.~ He flies into Kai's hand. ~Now you saw the man. Wanna try it?~ Oh. Well that's a relief. * Kai opens one hand to accept the Isaac-ball. "... I think I just might! Isaac... Spirit... MERGE!" He follows Ren's direction, pressing the Isaac-ball into his chest. * Isaac merges into Kai! * Kai turns into something rather like the Kai/Isaac from when Isaac was alone in Kai's body. He shrinks about an inch, and his features grow more youthful. * Karasu peers. "Hmm." .. Now zat's a new trip. ... I think we're ready to go. ~Yes we are~ Let's see how good that spirit of yours is. * Ren leaps into the air, and as he arcs down at Isaackai, he thrusts over and over again with the naginata. "CHUUKA ZANMAI!" * Kaisaac gives his bo a few twirls, settling into a stance. "I'll try not to dissapoint---geh!" He moves to defend, but takes a few strong shots, stumbling back from the thrusts. "... not enough!" C'mon Kai.. Issa.. whatever your name is! ... but now it's my turn to shine! White SpiRAAAAL! * Karasu watches intently. * Kaisaac winds up, then sends the wind-sheathed staffend at Ren, eyes narrowed. Kaisaac, maybe? Whatever works! * Isaackai winds up, then sends the wind-sheathed staffend at Ren, eyes narrowed. * Ren whips his naginata back into a guard position near-instantly and slams the attack aside, overpowering the impact with his sheer fury. * Ren whips the butt of his naginata around in sweep at Kaisaac's legs, the metal cap dragging on the ground and leaving a trail of sparks. * Kaisaac stumbles at he hits a literal brick wall, but quickly composes himself. "... not goo---" Before he even knows what he's doing, he stops the naginata-butt in its tracks with his bo. "... th-thanks, Isaac!" * Isaackai stops the naginata-butt in its tracks with the bo. ~Gotta watch your back there.~ I appreciate it! ~Less talk, more hit!~ * Kaisaac darts quickly at Ren, spinning in midair before he brings his bo down as hard as he possibly can. * Isaackai darts quickly at Ren, spinning in midair before he brings his bo down as hard as he possibly can. * Ren raises his naginata quickly in both hands, blocking the slash before jumping backward. He whips the naginata around in one hand, bracing the shaft against his back before whipping it the other direction, sending a wave of dark energy rocketing at Kaisaac. "DARK WAVE!" * Kaisaac recoils from the shock, flipping backwards before landing in a three-point stance.... only to roll aside to let the wave rip past him. ... MY TURN! * Isaackai recoils from the shock, flipping backwards before landing in a three-point stance.... only to roll aside to let the wave rip past him. ~Let's do this!~ Man, this is.. one helluva fight... OW. * Hope winces in pain from the burns. Pretty insane. * Ao-Lang hands Hope the cream without looking down at her. She's still watching the fight intently. That's the way, both of you! You can do it! * Isaackai holds the bo in his left hand and reaches back, drawing Song in his right. He charges forward, the sword turning pink (glowing) and elongating a foot or two as he strikes downwards at Ren. ~Siphon Soul!~ * Kaisaac holds the bo in his left hand and reaches back, drawing Song in his right. He charges forward, the sword turning pink (glowing) and elongating a foot or two as he strikes downwards as Ren. "TAAAAAKE... THIS!" * Ren, overextended from his Dark Wave, can't bring his naginata back into position to block, and he turns somewhat grey in the face as the pink blade passes through him. * Isaackai absorbs the visible trail of energy as the attack completes. ~Yummy.~ * Ren stumbles backward, then gets a stubborn look on his face and rushes forward again, naginata stabbing furiously. "CHUUKA ZANMAI!" So that's how it works. * Kaisaac absorbs the visible trail of energy as the attack completes. "... whoa, tingly... watch it, Isaac!" ~Watch it!~ * Kaisaac barely brings both bo and blade up to defend the rain of strikes, but again takes a few solid hits. He's still standing, but looks quite gashed-up at this point, chest heaving. * Isaackai barely brings both bo and blade up to defend the rain of strikes, but again takes a few solid hits. He's still standing, but looks quite gashed-up at this point, chest heaving. C'mon, guys, you can do it... C'mon.. ... we won't go down without a FIGHT! ~You're goin down!~ * Ren pants heavily. "You first." * Kaisaac gives Ren a look that's a few feet short of rage as he grips his bo tightly. "The STRONGEST! WHITE CLIMAAAAAAAAX!" His arm, and the bo with it, flash out at Ren in a blusterly blur. "A-TATATATATATAAAA!" .. Did he really call it that? * Isaackai gives Ren a look that's a few feet short of rage as he grips his bo tightly. His arm, and the bo with it, flash out at Ren in a blusterly blur. ~Eat shit sucka!~ * Ao-Lang laughs. "Yes. Yes, he did." ~I'm gonna have to talk to you about your naming scheme for your attacks, Kai.~ ~... heh!~ * Ren whips his naginata forward, striking out at Kaisaac's attack, the tip of his blade slicing into the end of the bow at each strike, leaving Kaisaac with a bo that more closely resembles a broom. .... nnnnah, damn! * Kaisaac stops, shoulder sore and expression cloudy. * Isaackai stops, shoulder sore and expression cloudy. * Karasu holds his head up with one hand. * Ren pants heavily, sweat rolling off his face, and hefts his sagging naginata. He takes a step forward and then Bason bursts from his back, filling a large portion of the ring. Ren collapses without the additional support of his spirit, naginata clattering loudly to the ring floor. Wow! Nice work Kaisaac! Or Issakai or whatever the hell you're called! ~Helz yeah!~ ... wow. * Ao-Lang grins. "Y'guys ruled. Now, how do you separate?" Good job! That was a *hard* fight... Winners, Great Al 103! * Kaisaac looks down at Ren, looking ready to drop as he leans on the shredded remnants of his bo. He's... smiling, kinda. * Isaackai waves to the other team. ~See you on the flip-side!~ * Mariah looks at Kaisaac's bo. "... looks like we both need to go staff-shopping." * Isaackai looks down at Ren, looking ready to drop as he leans on the shredded remnants of his bo. He's... smiling, kinda. * The slowly recovering team from Wukong hall picks up its fallen leader and exit sullenly, without another word to their opponents. Alright, Isaac... good work. Let's break... I feel like I'm going to pass out. ^^; ~I agree.~ * Tyrone, though, does stop as he's leaving to give you guys a thumbs up. * Isaackai tries to dis-merge from Kai. * Ao-Lang waves at Tyrone with a grin. * Mariah returns the thumbs-up. * Isaac bursts out of Kai's back and Kai suddenly grows another inch, turning back into himself. A moment after that, he drops like a rock to the floor, unconscious. * Kaisaac does indeed drop like a rock. A very happy rock, but a rock nonetheless. ... can't blame him. Man. Looks like it's not without consequence. *** Isaackai is now known as Isaac * Ao-Lang gets to her feet. "Probably takes effort to merge like that." She walks into the ring and pulls Kai out. ~Must take some effort...~ * Mariah nods. "I wonder why Ren's burst out of him in the middle of the fight... well, at the end, but you know." Donno. * Hope continues wincing and trying to apply cream to herself. It's not an easy task. ~He expended too much energy. Without it, he couldn't contain the spirit inside of himself anymore.~ * Ao-Lang looks thoughtful at that. "Energy, huh." Ohh... ~Yeah, ya know. What keeps ya goin'. Your movin' juice.~ * Karasu shrugs as he stands up. "Better drink your Poweraid, then." * Ao-Lang laughs. Karasu. You just made another joke. * Hope winces. "Ow. As team captain, I declare Ao-Lang in charge of dragging our sorry carcases back." I did? Damn, I must not have been paying attention. * Hope stands up as best she can, leaning against a wall for support. * Ao-Lang snickers. Hey, when did I become a pack mule? I can help... ~I can carry something! Just... not something heavy.~ Well, since it's dragging... * Isaac holds his head. ~Man, that still tires you out, though.~ * Ao-Lang starts dragging Kai back to the room. "If he whines, Hope, it's your fault!" Yeah yeah. * Hope limps along. * Karasu heads back * Mariah lets Ao-Lang take care of it, walking back to the room, half a staff in each hand. * Isaac floats along. ~That was a hoot, though. Felt kinda weird, but a hoot!~ * Kairi is carried like the happy, out-like-a-light load he is. [Fight... Win by Whoopass] Okay, guys.