17日 1月 YE 39
An area of the recreational area is cleared out, reserved for Yoshida and Meissa as they stare each other down, one a tiger stalking its prey, the other a hawk focusing on a mouse.
Meissa empties her mind, tilts her head a little. Her breathing rhythm changes as she begins channeling the concept of her Ki, the so-called force within all living creatures. A smile twitches on her face.
She's gonna win.
Meanwhile Yoshida had, as always, a wide smile on her face as she took a combat stance, hopping on her toes a little. "So we're doing this right?" As always, she had seemed a tad hyperactive, her tail swishing more than giving it away. Her smile though was a little different than normal, it still had that waw joy, but with a hint of... Well, whatever it was it wasn't pleasent to look at. "Becuase I know you're good and all but it might be unfair given that I'm a Neko."
A lightning-fast sucker punch streaked out from Meissa's arm, aimed right for Yoshida's gut. Yoshida didn't blink, she didn't even pause to think. She merely acted. The knowledge of combat instilled in her already took over, to an extent. She reached down, and to the side just a little, and gave a 'slap block' as one may describe it to the side of her fist as it streaked towards her. Its a fairly well known exploitation of both physics and the limitations of the human body, that when it was applying force in one direction, it was vulnerable to forces being applied from other directions, easily throwing it off course and off balance. That was the plan any way, that her combat knowledge had instilled in her.
Her hands like talons, Meissa struck, again and again, in short, circular motions, rocketing towards Yoshida. With every block Yoshida could feel the raw power behind each blow. And yet, Meissa's breath remained steady and unwavering, as she breathed. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Yoshida stepped back a few times as the onslaught continued, and used the distance to see the strikes as they came, giving her ample time to react. Suddenly Yoshida, after blocking another blow, moved in closer, as she didn't have the raw reach that the taller Elysian would, the moment Yoshida went in for a feint punch, she also moved to kick Meissa's legs out from under her, with all the suprisingly large amount of force a neko could typically offer with it's size. Meissa, however, with all the serenity of a crane, stood firm, brushing by the feint with her wing. The mild pain barely registered on her face as she grabs Yoshida's leg, and with a yell, nearly upends Yoshida onto the mat by using the kick's force against Yoshida.
Yoshida never hit that mat however. No, the cheater was floating. At this point, she wasn't even touching the ground. No, her other, free leg was on a direct course for Meissa's chin, all the while she displayed a dazzling smile for Meissa, her short hair splayed everywhere has her gravity manipulation messed up her hairdo from the hovering. Meissa quickly moved to the side, frowning.
Seriously, fuck these guys. And she was up for playing fair, too.
With that stupid act, she tumbled right under Yoshida as she grabbed ahold of Yoshida's head, slamming her forehead against precisely Yoshida's sight cortex. Yoshida saw stars as she was caught off guard with the unconventional move, if she had been more attentive she would certainly have avoided the hit, what with the unpredictable nature of figthing an oppontent that could hover and all. She immedietly lose concentration and collapsed ontop of her assailant, confused and bewiledered but the sudden onset of scrambled brain syndrome. With that, Meissa slams Yoshida against the wall, pinning her face firmly against the wall.
"Yes." she replied to the statement that was spoken before the spar.
Yoshida looked around in a bit in confusion. She gathered her wits about her, somewhat slowly given the shock she had when Meissa seemingly brutally asaulted her. She finally turned back to spot Meissa and let out a mumble "Oh hi prety bird, What brings yoouu here?"
If she were entirely focused on the fight before hand rather than messing around like a loon, she might have had the initiative to activate her gravity manipulation once more and throw them both away from this wall, possibly against the next one. Or even, stopped herself from hitting the first wall. Unfortunately, she went in thinking this was more of this as a friendly bout as opposed to, whatever it was that just happened.
"Nothing much. How about you?" Meissa releases Yoshida as she stepped back and stretched out a little. She won, but man was it rougher than she thought. Mostly because Nekovalkyries being Nekovalkyries.
As soon as yoshida was released she wobbled away form the wall and leeanneed against Meissa for support. Mostly emotional support, as she could stand on her own now. "Getting beat up by a bully! I wonder where she went." She let out a laugh and patted Meissa once, less excited than normal. Understandable for somone that just got their behind served to them with a silver spoon. At this point they both looked more than slightly disheveled, hair all over the place from doing tumbles, hovering, and sudden wall-pins. It seemed to take a toll on their orignally mostly 'intact' looks they had going on.
"The bully's right here." Meissa thumped her chest with her fist. Right as her fist hit her chest, however, the PA system crackled to life, calling all away crew.
"Damn. And no shower either. Still got energy left for this?"
"Well yeah I always have energy! Hmmp!" She crossed her arms like Meissa had somehow insulted her with that question, looking slightly grumpy for a moment before nodding to the exit. "Allright come on bully, we cn get showers later we've got, more pirates to shoot at! probably." With that she ceased her leaning upon Meissa and started heading off to the PA bay, her tail and hips both doing the signiature swish that Yoshida seemed to have utterly mastered, standing on her tip toes all the while as she walked. "Don't want to be late do we?!"
"Well, last time I had the water turned off on me while I was showering." Meissa says to Yoshida.
They wandered into the power armor bay as a pair, their hair everywhere, slightly sweaty, and maybe a little red in the face and puffy. It certainly appeared as if some private activity of a sort had taken place just before the call for the away team was made.