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Mortal Kombat Theme dot em pee three

Who: Kohaku Yuhara, Jolyne Kujoh, Jailbreak, anyone else who wants to watch
What: Kohaku, under the effects of Akechi's rampage nonsense, helps Jolyne let some steam off through punches. Jailbreak makes sure everyone knows it's friendly
When: A sunny afternoon
Where: a lawn between Aube and Lumière
Warnings: Punches. They needed a responsible third party and they got Jailbreak.

Kohaku felt invincible. All the things that she normally worried about suddenly seemed kind of vague and irrelevant. Why NOT fist fight another student? It's not like she wouldn't win.

She spent a moment trying to decide how to layer up, which she normally did because bring anything even shaped like a boob where people could see it and no one would take you seriously anymore. People would whistle, or hit on her, or do any number of other stupid things.

But...it didn't seem worth it today. Fuck it, who cares? Jolyne thought she was hot shit and Kohaku felt like putting her in her place a bit. Kohaku strolled out towards their arranged meeting point in a tank top and track pants. It's probably news to most people who know her that she actually has a fairly attractive figure hidden under all those baggy pants and loose shirts she normally wears.

She waved when she saw the other two. "Heard someone was talkin' shit."

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Letting off some steam was the simple version of it, she hadn't really been this excited for a drag-out fight in absolute ages. And certainly not when it came to this place, but if this person wanted to get her face beat in, then Jolyne was more than happy to oblige. Hell, she was already used to taking a beating herself, so this wasn't going to be something she'd be particularly easy about.

Which might be why she's just sauntering her way over, outfit very clearly showing her midriff as it normally does along with just some embellished pants and slightly heeled boots. Her normal wear, to be perfectly honest.

But at the wave and the words, she's just grinning and cracking her neck in two quick moves. "I'm always talking shit. Wouldn't be me if I didn't~"

[Jail is already there, snacking casually on a bag of vending machine popcorn and leaning against a wall. She'd gotten a text from Kohaku about it and had immediately agreed on the grounds of having nothing better to do.]

Welp, nice to see you're making your own fun. Since I'm gonna be playing ref for this match, couple ground rules: no killing. No maiming. Somebody taps out or I tell you to stop, the fight's done.

Also, winner gets this other bag of popcorn 'cause the vending machine gave me two stuck together.

[She momentarily holds up the unopened bag for general approval, then settles back into her relaxed slouch.]

Get ready, match starts when I say "go".

Kohaku stretched a bit, then kicked her shoes off and stepped onto the grass across from Jolyne and bounced on the balls of her feet. She gave the impression of someone who didn't have a TON of practical experience fist fighting people, but she also looked very alert and balanced. "That stale popcorn has my name all over it."

Stale popcorn? Boring. But it's at least something for the very end, since there's no way in her mind that she's going to lose. She's quiet as she gives her a look over to analyze what she can and just casually remove her boots. Fine, she can play that game, she knows her heels probably will cause more damage than they really need to be doing here.

"Lucky you that I'm not even going to use Stone Free for this." Of course, it doesn't mean that Stone Free isn't casually integrated in case of needed medical attention, but this is at least going to be from all of her strength.

"How much hand-to-hand experience do you have? Just curious." And to see how much she should really be fucking with this fight, of course. Her ego is just through the roof this whole fight already and it probably won't get any lower from here if she has anything to say about it.

[Jail pauses just long enough to let them finish talking, then raises her hand.]

One... two...

[She snaps her fingers.]

Go.

"I have no clue what stone free is, and honestly I'm more of a sword fighter than a fist fighter." She said, though despite admitting her inexperience and ignorance, Kohaku seemed confident. She DID look pretty buff. Like she regularly lifted weights. And, at Jolyne's best guess from her stance, "More of a sword fighter" didn't mean she had NO idea what she was doing here.

Kohaku focused as Jail snapped her fingers and time felt like it had slowed to a crawl as she waited for Jolyne to make the first move...

"Familiar." That's all she's saying about Stone Free for now, no reason to give everything away if she has to use her during this fight. She highly doubts she'll have to, but you never know in these situations. She's taking note of her form and figure with a soft appreciative hum, so she's not entirely experience with this but also not without some knowledge. Good, that'd make things fun.

Once given the go ahead she's immediately lunging at her, making it seem as if she's going for a straight up punch to the face before at the last second going for sweeping her leg instead. If Jolyne was nothing else, it would be disgustingly tactical and trying to be unpredictable.

Kohaku watched Jolyne crawl through the air towards her. Okay so that looked like a straight jab but she had some time to consider how to react. But something looked off about her stance...

Aha, it was a feint! She was going for a sweep! Kohaku, also feeling like she was moving in slow motion, ignored the punch entirely, shifted her own stance, and braced her feet so that she could catch Jolyne's sweep with enough strength to just stop it cold. Dampen pain reaction for now. She'd feel it later.

She grunted, but kept her balance well enough to counter with a knee to the gut right as Jolyne would have to be focusing on getting her own balance back. The whole motion of confident and without hesitation, as if she'd practiced it a thousand times.

How the hell did she see that coming? She doesn't have enough time to think on it as instinct is immediately pulling for her familiar and putting a quick net of strings in front of her gut to at least dampen a bit of that force. It still hurts and it's still knocking her back a bit, but she's at least finding her footing and getting back into things quicker than she really ought to after a hit like that.

Something isn't right here and she's already running through every possibility she can come up with, merely keeping some distance between them but ready to move if Kohaku decides to take this as an opening to take the offensive. Shit, this isn't how she expected it to go.

"Keep focus on where hits are coming from." She's hissing softly under her breath, hopefully not loud enough to hear. Totally not commands.

She was impressed with how quick Jolyne recovered. It was almost like she'd had some kind of padding protecting her from the kick. Then she heard her whispering commands, as clearly as if she were whispering in her ear. Ah... "Thought you weren't going to use your familiar!"

Her tone was taunting as she went on the offensive. Not fast enough to catch her before Jolyne was back on her feet, but pretty fast. Kohaku closed in and threw a quick jab to the chest followed almost immediately by a hook to the jaw. Again, he strength and speed were nothing special, but her sense of timing and ability to spot out weaknesses and gaps in Jolyne's defenses were flawless.

Oh, she heard that? Hm. "Last I checked, we said nothing about not using powers!" Which is technically true, even though she said she herself wouldn't be using her familiar. Whatever, doesn't matter, rules are bullshit anyway.

Of course she's taking each hit and just going to catch her breath the second she gets a chance and just laugh. A bitter and angry sound, quickly wiping away the bit of blood from biting down pretty hard on a part of her tongue. Lovely. "That all you got? I've had worse." Shut up, Jolyne.

But she's looking for any opportunity to exploit any weakness she can find, looking to keep a distance until she finds an opening to take advantage of. In theory, she could possibly finish this with one well placed hit, but getting around behind her would be one hell of a problem. And if she wasn't careful about it, could be deadly. Though it's absolutely worth a shot as she's taking a deep breath to lunge for her again, seemingly going for a hit for her left side while maybe getting lucky with getting Stone Free loose to aim a punch towards the right. Distractions are legal, right?

Maybe legal enough to get behind if her luck isn't shit for two seconds.

[Jail looks pretty calm about the whole thing, watching their fight with the vague interest of someone idly flipping channels on TV, occasionally tossing another popcorn kernel into her mouth.]

[But while her expression shows nothing more than mild curiosity, her eyes are tracking the fight closely. Her gaze lingers pointedly in certain areas, something oddly piercing about the look.]

[She's seeing what's going on here a lot more clearly than she pretends.]

Another straight on attack. Was this another feint? Kohaku didn't really see anything that suggested it. And where was this familiar of hers? Was it somehow hidden under her clothes? Was it invisible?

Kohaku leaned aside as Jolyne's fist drifted past her face, alert for trickery, but didn't see anything. She started to throw a punch into her ribs while she was off balance, only to feel a sense of SOMETHING right by her. Something she couldn't see! It WAS invisible!

She tried to twist out of the way, but wasn't fast enough and got biffed in the face by an invisible fist. "What the fuck!?"

Beautiful. It had worked and she's just biting back a laugh as she's trying to use this moment to get behind her while Stone Free is finally showing itself properly, or, well, only from head to waist as the rest seems connected to a good number of curled strings attached to Jolyne's side. Not that it's stopping the familiar from launching a flurry of punches to try and keep Kohaku distracted.

While that's going on, Jolyne's hoping the distraction will let her aim a well placed punch at the spot between Kohaku's skull and neck, hopefully just enough strength to knock her out instead of killing her.

Hopefully.

Fortunately it took more than one punch to knock her down. Kohaku reeled from the first blow, regained her balance, and did her best to deflect the barrage of punches coming at her face only to get biffed again in the neck.

That blow SHOULD have knocked her out. It would have, for a normal human. Nothing was normal about Kohaku's nervous system. She barely stumbled and sent a back fist swinging around behind her at Jolyne's face as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

Kohaku was borrowing consciousness from her future self, and was going to pay for this later. For now though, fuck it.

That's. Not right. And she absolutely knows that's not right. But she can try and roll with it for now and hopefully win this thing out if she can figure out where this weak spot is or run her stamina down. The only perk of having a figure like she does is having ridiculous stamina.

The fist coming towards her face isn't expected, but luckily her reflexes are kicking in enough to let her dodge around it to try and get in front of her once again. Okay, so she needed to try and rethink this plan a little.

Maybe if she had Stone Free keep the punches up, then she could use the moment to find some other spot to knock her out. But as it stood, that didn't seem to be the case and she's trying to put distance between the two of them again.

"What the fuck? Your ass should be down by now!" Shut up, Jolyne. She didn't want to use any kind of excessive force, but at this point it's seeming like a good idea.

Maybe she'll get away with something more lethal as she's going to try lunging in again and going for the throat. Not a bad time to stop this, probably.

[Now, fights are complicated things. Fast-paced, adrenaline-fueled... it can be very hard to keep your focus, sometimes.]

[Like, say, if someone throws a single piece of popcorn with absolutely pinpoint accuracy, aimed to hit you right in the ear.]

[Think fast, Jolyne. Looks like the referee caught you.]

Nice try, kid! I said no lethal blows, back that shit down.

Oh boy, guess who doesn't remotely like that. It's Jolyne, surprising literally no one. She's stumbling on her lunge to catch herself and glare in Jail's direction as she's fishing that damn popcorn from her ear. Rude.

"Nah. She obviously doesn't feel pain or whatever, so gotta test that shit out." How did you even figure that out, Jolyne? But maybe questioning it is the wrong thing as she's lunging for her again and using Stone Free to try and block any more shots from Jail.

Probably bad.

Welp.

[Jail sighs, stands up from her casual slouch, and rolls her shoulders. Loudly enough to be clearly audible, she calls out:]

Fight's officially over, kids! Break it up or I break it down.

While Jolyne's focus was diverted by Jailbreak, Kohaku fucking tackled her with a screaming leap at her midsection.

This is why she ignored you, Jail, gods. Of course she's yelling in turn and trying to struggle to get out of that grip until her back is hitting the ground and she's wincing a moment.

At least she's quick to get her mind back together and just go for trying to get her fingers into her eyesockets to get her to let go.

"Fuck off, bitch!" Oh my god.

[Either or both of them may see a small metal ball with an odd little perforated pattern like an incense burner being tossed directly at them. Then again, they both have pretty good reason to be distracted right now. So they might only notice the accompanying shout of:]

Did I fucking stutter?

[When the metal ball hits the ground beside them, it releases a small cloud of pale grey smoke: knockout gas. Jail's weapon of choice.]

[What, you thought popcorn was her only plan for breaking up this fight?]

[Enjoy your naps, girls.]

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