The Cat and Monkey Game [Puar (W) vs. Yan (L)] [Ref: Kale]

Yan strutted to the battle field with large steps and arm swings like he was marching to a gleeful parade in New Orleans, a rush in his step and a glee in his movements. When they reached their intended battlefield he lifted his hand over his eyes to block the sun and survey the area. There wasn’t much to look at. As far as he could see was dunes and dunes of sand, which surely suited them both just fine. Puar didn’t need any more death on her hands, and while Yan did love rubble to work with, the sand could be manipulated, probably. At the end of the day he didn’t care as long as he was getting to fight.

The way Aria had broken her ring was exciting. It wasn’t just a high powered attack but her putting the dangerous member of the seven into submission. Yan wasn’t sure Puar could do that as well as Aria could, especially since her sense of self was so tied to Distora, but if she did, Yan would not miss the opportunity to strike. That’s what he was there for, not just to have a fun fight with an infamous master who was known to have extremely dangerous strength.

When she said she had something to try out, he perked up and faced her properly. He’d walked away enough to put the appropriate distance between them, and waited to see what she meant.

At first it was just pressure, power, and dangerous power at that, but then the pressure really settled on Yan, though pressure lost its meaning, at least to him. It was completely replaced in his senses by the vampiric power pressing against him in a much more intimate fashion. He had experience with Morrigan and Mazikeen to handle such things. Hell, he had plenty of experience with Lilim to handle such things, but for it to be unleashed in a battle meant he didn’t have to hold back the fundamental urge that always came to him under such a thrall. It was not a rise in his libido, god knows he didn’t need any more of that, but the push and pull of Chaos.

Yan was coveted by even Chaos Lords for his ability to control his chaos seed. Like so many things he learned to compartmentalize it and had the ability to keep it sealed in all circumstances. One would think such a thing was irrelevant for someone like Yan who was happy to activate his chaos any chance he got, but there was a deeper reality to this. This ability was important because the pure atrocious size of the chaos that brewed inside him. It was always beckoning, pushing and pulling, trying to escape at any provocation, and Puar’s powers were enough to make it beg.

But it didn’t have to, though still controlled he unleashed it as his own power fluctuated. He carefully molded it though, letting it feed into her already heightened senses, drawing into the ecstasy she was already finding in Azara’s power to push at her senses even further, slipping in and just when she thought to calm down--she wouldn’t be able to.

The chaos affected him too however, as he felt a rise building, an anticipation. How many times had he said fuck all and took an attack to the face just to see what power was behind it? How many times had that been a mistake? He could see the strength in Puar’s stance, feel her power seething off her like Lilim’s raw physical might. She never wanted to fight seriously. They always got distracted too quickly anyway. This was a chance to feel a power he would not easily feel again--at least one he still felt he could withstand.

Was it a mistake?

He shifted his stance but not into a defensive position. He loosened it and relaxed his muscles ready to be thrown about like a ragdoll. There was a moment, as he realized where her first strike was going that he reconsidered. After all, it was one thing to take all of one's power into the body, it was another to let your brain be rocked around your skull. But in the heat of battle one didn’t have time to consider, and reconsidering did not mean choosing the other option. It was the process of thinking about choosing the other option.

So, he jumped. That was the most he could in his split second decision making. Puar’s palm crashed up under his chin just as his legs pushed him into the air, lessening the full impact of her strike, but his brain still rattled, and her next attack tossed him further upwards as he could hear a sharp ringing in his ears and a vibration through his nervous system.

A rag doll thrown up, a rag doll thrown down. Even if his limbs had stiffened, refusing to listen to his brain, his ki control had been trained on an entirely different level. It had actually been trained while the rest of Yan’s strength built battle after battle. It was so well practiced it moved him like an instinct, swirling his body in the air so she would hit the hardest point besides his skull, then buffered his landing in the soft sand.

Well wasn’t that nice, and he pressed himself into its cool texture only for him to almost bounce up against Puar’s impact back into it. He squirmed a tiny bit, trying to hold onto the precious sand, only for her leg to rise up from it, barely slowed now by the loosened particles.

”Wheeee--” he let out in what anyone else would consider a groan only for it to be cut off as her next strike slammed into his diaphragm. That was one effective way to momentarily shut him up as many had found before her, but it never lasted long. The action caused him to naturally double over even in the air, curling into a more defensive position for her hammer blows to crash in between his shoulder blades and down, down, down…

He spun around again in the air so her stabbing heels crashed into his curled up knees, causing him to let out an oof as the sand parted under his impact like water.

She giggled, and he lowered his knees plopping down flat on his back. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, not to block but to be prepared for his coffin. His half jest protected his chest somewhat in the end as the sand rippled out again and again like splashes made on a once serene lake.

He didn’t get up, keeping his body flat to the sand so more impressive maneuvers would take more effort. The continued blows crashed on his barely guarded chest, side, and head, until finally she kicked him hard enough to the side that he went tumbling up through the sand and the hill they had created. He landed flat on his back again, gazing up at the sun that her silhouette blocked slightly, then more and more as she grew closer once more.

Enjoying the air as she was, he took the moment to test his limbs. He still felt pins and needles at first, but the last head shot was cushioned into the sand, if you wanted to call that a cushion, which kept his brain from rattling about. With all the other strikes, his brain at least got to recover and he found he could still move everything and made the mistake of sitting up.

Which gave her a better target to tackle, sending him right back into the sand.

”I have found my bed,” Yan mumbled to himself through her laughter, his eyes closed again like he was really knocked out already. When he felt his energy being tampered with however, he opened one eye to look up at her. ”Oh, darling,” he said. ”Never stop.”

Despite her efforts, ki expanded in his fist while his energy pushed his body back in the air and around to give it a more momentous swing aimed to send her slamming into the sand in turn. The chaos energy began to ripple off him like he was on fire and it was the smoke sending an even wilder feeling through the air. Following her example, he did not let her rest. If she reached the ground he’d slam into it to bounce her as she had him, then send an uppercut from below her body to knock her up into the air again for easier access.

Staying below her his right fist snapped out in a jab before his left, and into a series of strikes to pepper her into the air. Like a gatling gun he fired, trying to push her higher up into the sky and lifting himself into it to give chase. Twelve stabbing jabs in all, before he finished with a larger swing to propel her even further up, and up. He did not want to let her make a bed as he had so he wouldn’t do anything to bring her down to the ground.

But that didn’t mean he had to keep sending her upwards. With his speed his next swing tried to crash into her side, hitting even harder now as a blue aura began to change his hands, and another rapid fire of jabs snapped out meant to keep her suspended indefinitely.

Unlike Puar’s giggling build, Yan’s mania was already in full swing, his mouth pulled into a wide grin, his dark eyes wide in excitement and as the next strike came, it came with his hands completely changed now.

His wild fire of jabs changed to open fist strikes, only his hands were now claws and the first two blows aimed to pierce deep into her body attempting to find purchase through her guard. Then he truly went wild. His compact jabs turned in the rapid swings of ten daggers trying to dance across her skin, to slice and maim and feed on her blood as if a vampiric desire fueled him instead of Puar.

They weren’t actually strong enough to truly tear into her, but the slicing onslaught was meant to be overwhelming with slices coming from all directions, a tornado of vicious attacks scratching across her skin if it could not flat out filet it, though it tried, finding similar places to crisscross against to deepen a wound. On and on he went, a storm, a fury, a monster that would not be stopped or tamed--until he did.

He slowed only for a moment. Just long enough to pull his arm back, and with Yan’s speed that moment was exceptionally short. His claw cut through this distance from below, twisting into an open palmed smash so it had the strength and angle to tear through any guard she might put up. The stab was meant to dig deep into her chest, only so his dominant hand could slash downward from shoulder to hip. He spun with the motion and lunged again, his claw the blade to pierce through. Immediately following this he free hand came from below again, aiming to slice up from her abdomen into her rib cage. This too was to create an opening as his other hand came swinging to slash at her neck.

He pressed in, following his own advice and jammed his claw in one more time, but then, he was too giddy to and he pulled away in another happy spin as if dancing, before the smokey chaos energy expanded like an explosion, covering a wide field in a fog of energy and sand.

”Oh, this is fun,” he said. ”Come back at me,” he practically urged.

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Free. Elevated Chaos Form
Free. Mastered Transformations: Majin
Free. Crush Stance
Free. Slippery Mind [No Precog]
Scouter. PF + Seraphin Punch [DR4] (.625%) {Lucky Freezing/Lucky Toxic}
Free. Shiyoken (1.25%)
A1. PF + SA + 6 QA {LF/LT}
A2. PF + 6 QA + SA {LF/LT}
Free. Wolf Fang Fist (2.5%)
A3. Buku + SA + 6 QA {LF/LT}
Free. Hassuken
A4. 2 SA + 10 QA {LF/LT}
A5. 16 QA {LF/LT}
CE. 6 SA {LF/LT}
HH. Smoke Bomb {Blind} (.625%)

Ki Used: 5%
Chaotic Ki: 0%
Trans Ki: 0%
Total Remaining Ki: 105%
DMG: n/a

DMG Reduction: 35%
Physical DMG: +45.5%
Energy DMG: +18%
Additional Hybrid DMG: +17.5%


Attacks Taken: 14 SA, 2 QA


INT 15,759
CHA 16,700
DET 23,068


Notes:

Equipment:

Yan’s face lit up, physically and metaphorically when he felt not only the precious sting of his fist crashing against hardened flesh but also a destructive burn that rippled down his arm like an electrical charge. Puar’s groan was accented with his pleased hum, and of course it did nothing to slow his plans.

Which worked to some degree. He felt the pain jump down both his arms now, and another pain in his fists as they collided with something less malleable than the softness they craved. But it got her in the air, and she was the ragdoll now, only more like the doll than Yan had been, because such a toy could often be jolted and flung about to no damage at all.

But he took to her request, trying harder until he felt the cracks in that defense let him touch the beautiful block below, but if Puar could anticipate his wild onslaught--an impressive feat considering it meant purely reading his movements as his intentions spelled only one word with no other thought to how he moved: violence. Everything else, compact and skilled as they were, moved from him with reckless abandon--he could just as easily anticipate what she would do next. For Yan, it was not the skill of a martial artist, it was how he was already beginning to know Puar, and unlike him who took joy in the beating, her mania would not let her keep still.

So don’t keep still, he thought, and let the chaos pour off him into her blocked strikes, feeding into the little world they had created in the sky where nothing had to make sense as long as they were enjoying it--and there was thrill in almost connecting. He was very easy, but oh did he know how to make someone give chase, though such a thing would become at least momentarily more difficult.

Puar probably had experience with it in the library, where some rooms housed old forces such as chaos. Those forces were far more potent than even Yan, and they disrupted reality itself, taking every action and randomizing it, twisting it into something nonsensical. Chaos was a force that both created the universe and wished to dismantle it. Truly, in creating the universe, it was simply dismantling non-existence.

Yan’s energy was a taste of that. While the library forces could shift reality in a far greater space, spaces in the library that felt almost infinite, Yan’s influence was pressing in on their closeness, as he pulled into her more with each strike, and when she went to strike him in turn, it wasn’t right. He wasn’t there, but her excitement wouldn’t quell such urges to confusion and her onslaught moved to match his, anticipation growing, but again, her anticipation was not quite correct.

It wasn’t affecting just her, though there was a rush in it that was not normal. In fact it was infecting the host much more, because while she anticipated a logical strike, Yan’s attacks now went wildly off target, missing both her and her counter attack. Despite this every strike was read as it was once intended, the pressure still pressing down like killing intent--he would hit her this time. He would hit her this time. He would hit her this time.

But he didn’t, and she didn’t either, but it didn’t feel like some peace offering, someone going easy on her, it felt as it should: random. Chance had been rolled, and they both failed, but there was a definite impression that randomness was Yan’s ally, and he would hit when it was best to hit.

Her aura should have pushed out, stronger and more potent but it was as if it had been struck with a gust of wind, immediately blowing it backwards like she was a rocket shooting forwards, and Yan shifted his attack as she had planned on, narrowly avoiding the charging attack after that was very familiar to him. The gust ended, and like any flame, the wind only made it stronger now, its flames rumbling to drown her provocation out, which might have also been luck for Yan, because he probably would have dove into the flames like a moron if he heard.

Instead the flames caused him to instinctively pull back once more. Even masochists had to resist the urge to recoil, even if that recoil was immediately followed by ecstasy once the attack landed. The cry of pain was not erased by the moan that followed, and the instinct to survive still claimed most--as it claimed Yan now and he moved to avoid her assault again, feeling it draw a cold sweat on his heated body.

None of this dispelled the fun he was having, and his words left him as he expanded that chaos outward, weakening its effect but growing its area so that he might grab hold of it once more, from anywhere.

”But the first touch in the dark,” he said as the pressure from his actual power began to be felt. She couldn’t see it. The sand was already clouding the air, but now more of it was beginning to float, each tiny particle adding teeny tiny shadows that made it even darker. But their rise against gravity wasn’t his attempt to keep her blind. It was the natural effect, as the sand was pulled upward in slow anticipation, gathered by the slowly rising force.

”Is so much more exhilarating,” he finished before pressing the tips of his claws together. Just a touch, a tap, the actions of a lover specifically touching her with the very tips of their fingers, and just like that, the world changed. The ground below her was forced up from under her feet and then it was as if every single sand particle in the air decided to explode at once. Not a fire cracker explosion either, a bit of dynamite sending chain reactions to the sand still rising to his call to meet the rest. The once darkness was replaced with the blinding light of utter destruction as everything she once knew of their sandy arena, every area of influence Yan had spread out was completely changed.

But she wouldn’t get to see that--not yet, because before anything cleared Yan was rushing towards her, his aura pouring down his arm and into that claw. No matter where she ran, he’d find her, a ki fueled bull on an unstoppable charge. It was like she was carrying a red flag however, and he moved past her. Unlike the bull though, his foot slammed down right behind her and moved him into a swift pivot as he drove into a lunge meant to send his claw right through her.

Where did the ring reside? She could push it up her esophagus but not get it out, meaning it likely resided in her gut. That was where he was supposed to aim right? So he dove that claw in an attempt to pierce through her body into that gut where the ring might lie, forgetting her need for strength of will. He pushed all his aura, all that destructive power, down from his arm through his claw to the farthest point he could reach, aiming of course to be inside her, before it too erupted like a nuclear test site throwing them apart and rippling even more destruction across their would be arena.

Now the ground they stepped on was hardened stone that looked like snow had fallen over it, only the snow was glass. So much glass created from the almost electrical charge of his attack touching the sand, and that too parted under his next explosion creating a chittering sound as it cascaded over itself even as the attack finished, keeping the world active.

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Free. Panacea Stuns
Free. Precognition Dodge vs A4
A1. Precognition Dodge vs A5
A2. Dodge Time [2ISTs]
A3. Run Time [2ISTs]
A4/Crush/HH. Charged Bakuhatsuha [DR9] (8%)
Spd-A5. IPF + Charged Penetration Hands [DR8] (12%)

Ki Used: 20%
Chaotic Ki: 0%
Trans Ki: 0%
Total Remaining Ki: 85%
DMG: n/a

DMG Reduction: 35%
Physical DMG: +45.5%
Energy DMG: +18%
Additional Hybrid DMG: +17.5%


Attacks Taken:


INT 15,759
CHA 16,700
DET 23,068


Notes:

Equipment:

As Puar broke through the darkness, Yan’s hands were already beginning to rise to signal the attack's detonation. Instead of pressing them together, he turned them to face her so that her strike turned into a high five. A very over powered high five though that was loud enough to cause ringing in Yan’s ears again, and forced him to turn with the force so the rest of her charge would keep going beyond him. The strike still did as it intended, silencing what was supposed to be a grand caress, but it only made him smile wider, his own words proven true, at least to him. Puar’s rush from the darkness was exhiliarating.

”And here you said you were scared,” he said in a lazy way that was immediately tarnished by his speedy charge. Puar had gained some distance when he deflected her rush, and now she was just as keen as him to close it. The fear was gone, brought back by an undeniable wish to undo him, and she had been undoing him, quite beautifully. Another fighter might feel frustration, but Yan just felt an aching desire unmet. That could lead to frustration but it hadn’t quite reached that point yet. Instead he felt a longing desperation that he let flow through his body like electricity.

He could feel the energy in Puar’s fist long before it clashed with his makeshift spear and was not surprised as the shoveled form of his hand felt like it might break under such a clash, but it held, and he could feel just the tiniest prick, blood finally reaching his hands, before the impact exploded and his arm was yanked back and he somersaulted through the air

Managing to end fairly lightly, he brought a claw tip to his lips, not licking it or anything, but to feel the warmth.

Then she was rushing him again, only to vanish. To him, she might have been slow, but when speed picked up unexpectedly, it was easy to lose sight of your prey, so he took a more rounded defensive measure. His aura exploded outward, a bright blue in the dust, aiming to disturb her first punch, and strengthen him against the next slew of them.

He felt each strike however, heavy and crushing, when he also felt a shift in dimensional space. This he knew well, and his senses honed in on the openings she created, allowing him to avoid those strikes more easily and close in on her unprotected torso while her fists twisted out into the unknown.

The aura he expelled once more traveled, this time to his knee as it rose with speed beyond most things, aiming to crash into her stomach to further disrupt her attack and hopefully send her keeling over.

His claws glowed briefly, as if a new assault was to come from them, before his whole body exuded a soft blue glow. Attempting to catch her while she was still recovering he reached up to lightly hold on to both her arms, stepping forward to lean close to her.

”Keep going,” he said with a tone of seduction that came unheeded, but of course, it did not come alone and if they touched metaphorical spark would immediately turn into literal spark as electricity burst from him. Even if she fled however, the lightning bolts had dug into the ground from his feet only to be pulled up by a greater conductor than even ground: her. The area quickly became a sea of electricity that expanded into a storm in a flash, surrounding them in electric charge that would not only freeze the nervous system but feel like it set your insides on fire. The clouds above Arlia moved, drawn in by the force as if ready to drop their own bolts in singularity.

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Free. Flames of Hell: Toughness (3%)
Spd. Deflect vs Burning Sweet Flow
A1. Power Up vs D1
A2. Rock Crusher vs D2 [DR3] [INT]
A3. MM Ring of Deceit for Berserker’s Ring
A4-A5. Charged Namekian Nova [DR8] (7%)

Ki Used: 7% (+25%)
Chaotic Ki: 0%
Trans Ki: 0%
Total Remaining Ki: 102%
DMG: n/a

DMG Reduction: 35%
Physical DMG: +45.5%
Energy DMG: +18%
Additional Hybrid DMG: +17.5%


Attacks Taken:


INT 15,759
CHA 16,700
DET 23,068


Notes:

Equipment: