2017-07-01: Fei vs Fargo

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<Pose Tracker> Claude C. Kenny has posed.

'AN INDETERMINATE AMOUNT OF TIME LATER'

'LONG ENOUGH FOR A SNACK AND A NAP, PROBABLY'

"All right, sports entertainment fans!" Master Torque roars, crushing his latest beer against his forehead (which is truly impressive considering it was in a tankard). "It's time for our next bout! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN THIS CORNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER---"

(drum roll)

"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighing in at 147 pounds - at least five of which is a SICK and AWESOME MARTIAL ARTS PONYTAIL...... THE DRAGON.... SLAAAAAYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING SLACKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"

(cheers, applause)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND IN THIS CORNER---"

"Uh, sir?" Pete chirps in. "It's not actually a corner. THe Coliseum is..."

"I know that, Pete!" Torque says. "It's a METAPHOR!"

"...for what?"

"META, DUMBASS!" Torque roars, then throws up his hands in disgust. "Whatever! Pete ruined by intro. PARGON FOODBACK, OR WHATEVER!" he shouts. "GET OUT HERE AND PUNCH SOMEBODY!" 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei doesn't think about crossdressing to get into the secret lady's luncheon because one, sometimes ladies need their secret luncheons and two he's gonna be busy.

Instead since his shirt is covered in sweat he takes a moment to remove it and rub his face with it before flinging it over his shoulder. He's gonna need to wash that later. No point in wearing it during the match after all, it'll just get mucked up worse.

He goes and rests in the cot near a save point for like ten seconds and eats a foods, restoring his health completely.

Then Fei steps back out, looking refreshed and with his shirt flung over his shoulder. He just washed it up. He doesn't want to get it too sweaty AGAIN.

"I thought his name was Fargo." Fei says to himself, glad he's using an alias so nobody can recognize him (everybody can recognize him). 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Fargo Foobach, the Man in White, walks calmly from the opposite side of the arena, still in his full suit, which seems impractical from a martial arts combat perspective. He seems to agree - there is a formidable-looking woman walking with him, also sharply dressed. If it weren't for her total lack of a giant flamethrower, she might even be... no, couldn't be. Fargo is clearly well-off, dressed like that.

Torque's boundless energy doesn't infect him in the least. He takes his time removing his jacket, vest, and bowtie, carefully folding them before placing them in the woman's arms (she seems to be enjoying the raucous calls from the audience to get on with it). At the last, he removes his bowler hat, placing a few things from his pocket into it before placing it onto the pile.

Fargo nods at her. She says a few encouraging words lost in the crowd before slapping him on the shoulder and moving off to the back. He gives his head a small shake, his straight black hair falling from its pile to around his shoulders, slightly waving in the updraft coming off his own body.

He turns toward Fei and makes a brief circular kata with his hands, pressing in toward his chest. Fargo's skin reddens a shade, and the air begins to faintly distort around him - like the air over a stone path on a hot day. He pushes his sleeves up and shifts into a loose stance, one hand at his side, the other forward, both open.

He beckons Fei, once, staring right into his eyes. 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei watches Fargo. Guess he always dresses nicely. He figures he could pull off a suit but fighting in one? That's another story.

He is more surprised by Fargo's skin changing color. uhhh...That...is new. He supposes it probably involves some kind of fire nonsense from the coloring and air distortion. He centers his breathing and hops lightly from foot to foot. Fargo may or may not recognize the stance as similar but not quite to Shevat Open Palm.

And then Fei darts in. He feels the stone heating up under his feet through his boots so he hops up suddenly, intent on headstomping Fargo as he bounds past him instead of merely immediately exchanging blows.

Good thing I took my shirt off, Fei thinks. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Interesting. Fargo has seen the style, but his kind aren't particularly desired as sparring partners, so this will be his first time actually fighting against it. He can't tell if Fei's doing it wrong or is just on a variation.

The noise of the crowd starts to fall away from Fargo as Fei runs in, demanding his focus. He takes a few flowing steps, hands opening, readying to step back and try for a grapple, but doesn't expect Fei to leap up. "Ghh," he says, hair bouncing when he's stepped on.

He shakes his head to clear the brief stun, turning and pursuing along the angle Fei leapt from, scarily quickly. Air ripples around his right hand, the reddening of his skin shifting toward it as he focuses the extra heat stored in his body. Unless Fei's on some real good shit, going in the air has made his trajectory predictable.

Fargo chases after him, lancing his hand out in a knife-handed strike for his midsection. The tips of his fingers are brightly glowing, steam rising off of them from water in his skin.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Thermal Lance Pinpoint Strike!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong critically Guards a hit from Fargo Foobach's Thermal Lance Pinpoint Strike for 19 hit points! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei thinks this isn't so bad. In a colliseum fighting has rules, folks are far less likely to die horribly. Or accidentally. The trouble is, is that the battle against Siegfried is still fresh on his mind. Clearing his head through martial discipline has always been tough for Fei. It always feels like there's too many thoughts to clear out. To some experienced martial artists that might be indicative of an amateur but some way, somehow, Fei tends to pull through in fights all the same. He knows it might not be the same with Fargo here. He knows little of the man aside from him being able to go after bounties and that he has presence.

Maybe Fei IS on the good shit because rather than leave his back exposed, Fei twists in midair really working those abs in order to bring his arms up in a block. Blue Chi presses against Fargo's fingers and Fei is flung backwards.

But he lands in a crouch nearby, dropping down smoothly and twisting into a spin kick for Fargo's legs, trying to bowl him over or at least knock him off balance. From that position Fei lashes out several more times with his feet in numerous quick strikes for Fargo's midsection.

"He's only getting warmed up," Fei murmurs to himself.

"Boo!" An audience member yells. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Fargo has not actually had significant practice fighting other martial artists. In his Drifter Hunter days, he was mostly contending with people relying on heavy weaponry, which is easier to contend with in a way - a gun has to be pointed, then fired.

External chi meets internal. Fargo's eyes widen incrementally when he sees it from Fei, immediately re-evaluating his approach to the fight. His stance widens, arms creeping forward, hands open and ready to take hold.

"Then perhaps..."

Fargo steps forward as Fei's leg sweeps in, his hair starting to rise off his shoulders from his own updraft. The first kick lands cleanly in an apparent miscalculation - "Sssst..." - but the man keeps moving with the impact, legs whipping up and around the next incoming kick, trying to capture the limb and take them both to the ground in a kneebar.

Getting the hell stretched out of your knee is bad enough normally, but Fargo's body temperature suddenly spikes dangerously, even threatening to blister the skin if Fei can't turn this around.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Furnace Lock!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong guards a hit from Fargo Foobach's Furnace Lock for 57 hit points!

GS: Cripple! Statuses applied to Fei Fong Wong! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei's leg is seized up by Fargo and he goes down! It threatens to blister up his legs. It already feels like its burning. Fei gasps out in pain but he isn't out of tricks. He throws one chi blast, out of the blue, for Fargo's face to force him to let go. He rolls along the ground to open up some space between himself and Fargo. He has other ways he can fight but those chi bursts can get pretty tiring.

"I bet that wins you a lot of fights," He admits, focusing his weight on his uninjured leg. He gives a few kicks in the air to make sure his leg is still functional. He winces. It isn't that great off but he can still use it.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has attacked Fargo Foobach with Chi Burst!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has completed his action. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

The gambit works - Fargo is too wrapped around Fei's leg to stop the chi blast from taking him in the face. Many of these holds were developed in a hadouken-less environment. He is forcibly disentangled, and rolls back to his feet, wincing.

"Not on its own," he replies. Fei gets a few moments while he recovers to test out his limb before Fargo is moving again. Heat suddenly wells up around him. The man leaves a fading mirage behind as he presses in and fast, low to Fei's chest, feinting a jab toward his chin.

The punch never comes as he tries a turning step around him, his other hand coming out with a blow toward his liver, steam rising from his knuckles. He needs a clean hit - the momentum is not on his side here.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Red-Hot Fist!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong takes a solid hit from Fargo Foobach's Red-Hot Fist for 98 hit points! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei's ability to hadouken is saving him in this battle, quite frankly, because while he was able to get a few good hits in while Fargo was--YES--warming up, it's becoming rapidly apparent that it's going to be tough to get in there now. It's far more dangerous for him to dive in even just a few exchanges in than it was at the start. This guy knows his stuff.

Fei wishes he could say the same. He doesn't know how he can do these things. It comes naturally, naturally enough. Were he and Xantia classmates or something? Maybe they knew each other before he lost his memory. It's not something he tended to think about before all that much, and truth be told it is still something he tries not to think about, but after seeing Xantia do battle earlier and RECOGNIZING her moves. He understands it may be a key to his past. And that's important, because Fei is hoping that if he knows his past, he'll be better able to control his life rather than keep blacking out while in high stress scenarios.

He isn't at that point here. In fact, despite his despair at what happened in the Battle of Old Petra--his mind is strangely clear. He feels both better and worse. He's not sure how to explain it.

Fei recognizes what Fargo just did too. That mirage motion. He's done it before himself. He defends against what he would do, which is bracing for a heavy uppercut for the chin--but instead gets sucker punched in the side right into his liver. He gags out in pain and drops a knee down into the ground.

"Hey..." He says. "Maybe you know..." He looks up. "Is my style familiar to you?"

He can't dart back for another chi blast so instead he darts in sharply, risking the burns as his own movements blur in that mirage sort of manner--

--but instead of going for the side, he goes right for him straight on, throwing his elbow at Fargo's face and then twisting into what's essentially a shoryuken, using his elbow though instead of his fist??

GS: Fei Fong Wong has attacked Fargo Foobach with Hoten!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has completed his action. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Get rolling. Time to roll. You don't need the tournament to do what you came here to do, but...

...well, even someone as remote as Fargo wants to prove things. He had to suffer for this technique and still suffers today, and as far as he's concerned it's all worth it.

Fei asks a question. Fargo hesitates for just a moment before simply answering, "No." That would give far too much away.

Answers aren't always easy.

In terms of sheer physicality, Fei outmatches Fargo. He just doesn't manage to dodge the elbow. The young man can get the satisfaction of bone grinding on bone. As he drives up, the other man falls away - but doesn't go flying, sprawling awkwardly as he barely locks one hot hand onto Fei's bicep.

"Thank you for removing your shirt," he says, spitting blood to the side. He scrambles awkwardly, slapping his other hand onto Fei's abdomen. The heat turns into an almost comfortable warmth, then a sudden invasive feeling as Fargo's chi seems to... match to Fei's own. There is still a moment to get away from this - the most complex of Fargo's internal abilities.

"This is hard to do through clothes.

The Man in White's hair spirals upward as his hands become deathly cold. If Fei doesn't manage to break the grip, he feels his own body heat draining away into Fargo's hands, the weakened man's grip becoming stronger as the process goes. Heat waves spiral out of the points of contact, up Fargo's arms, and into a point at the center of his chest.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Hot Body - Heat Sink!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong guards a hit from Fargo Foobach's Hot Body - Heat Sink for 92 hit points!

GS: Fargo Foobach drains Fei Fong Wong! Fargo Foobach gains 92 temporary hit points! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei Fong Wong says, "Damn it..." quietly. He's going to have to keep asking. Telling Xantia that he recognized it and then having her go around beating everybody up and asking the same question doesn't seem like it's a viable alternative here. Maybe Citan knows something from med school but he'll have to catch Citan who is a slippery customer even if he does tend to answer questions if you ask him directly.

Fargo says something strange. "Well, I just watched it but I didn't know you--"

Oh. Fei realizes what's going on a moment too late.

The hand slams into his abdomen. Fei's chi is somehow--no, it's Fargo's chi that's doing it. Fei's energy can get a little ridiculous at times but now isn't one of those times. He collapses to a knee--panting for breath.

"Nghh..." He groans. He sinks to his knee, panting for breath. This isn't so good, he thinks.

"Fffheell." Fei manages. "G-guess it's not just the heat I've gotta worry about."

He thinks about forfeitting here. He doesn't have this guy's will to win, clearly, but that voice within him tells him to keep fighting. Lunata won. He can forfeit later.

He stands himself up, wheezing lightly before he swings back his hands. Chi starts to gather there.

A lot more than before actually. "But I'm not... done yet!"

He throws the blast forwards as it threatens to envelop Fargo! Fei's 'chi' pushes back and dominates itself as it flies outward and it has the added bonus of heating up the area around Fei's hands. He smacks his chest to try and restore feeling there but the hot to cold to warm is wrecking havoc with him. His body is confused.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has attacked Fargo Foobach with Guided Shot!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has completed his action. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Fargo makes a poor tactical decision - in the face of Fei's gathered chi, and his own prejudice that internal techniques will always beat out external techniques, he pulls harder. This has downed many a Drifter.

Fei Fong Wong is something more, even if he doesn't realize it. Fargo does not comprehend what he's dealing with.

The blast rips through the Man in White, driving him back away from the other young man, pain causing him to lose focus and consequently lose heat. Holes fray into his clothing, a kind of absolute insult he can't permit to show or he'll blow his anonymity.

Answer back. Your father would throw you into the cold cellar for letting this one happen, and you'd deserve it.

Fargo's hair is still whirling in his superheated updraft as he bursts from the other side of the Guided Shot, both hands to his side like he's trying to slam a door EXTREMELY rudely. His chest swells with a breath, and...

"ShhhaaaaaaaAAH!"

He throws something right back, pushing both hands forward. Air displaces away from the superheated wave that passes forward from Fargo with a crack, his skin paling. The blue curl, like a faint wall of flame, leaves the sandy floor of the arena sparkling with tiny bits of glass as it surges toward Fei. Fargo's hair slumps down, half over his face. He doesn't sweat.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Blue Heat Wave!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has activated a Force Action!

GS: Fei Fong Wong guards a hit from Fargo Foobach's Blue Heat Wave for 91 hit points! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei Fong Wong sinks to his injured knee after throwing that out. That work on his knee earlier shows that a single well timed strike can be worth a thousand ill timed ones. He rubs at it and then, maybe strangely, he opens his mouth and bites into it. It's not enough to draw blood, but it's enough to cause more pain. It's a strange maneuver from a strange man. Maybe the pain is focusing him or maybe, when the pain of the 'bite' is allowed to ebb, he can summon the willpower to press through it. Maybe that's what he's hoping for.

"Such crazy...techniques..." Fei manages LIKE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK FEI but to be fair, Fei's movements are practiced and unique but hardly bizarre. Fargo's manipulation of heat has a wide variety of uses. Fei has to admire it.

His eyes widen as Fargo bursts through the guided shot. He's not made out of living metal so this is a bit more surprising than, say, Berserk doing the same thing. He'd expect Berserk to do that.

Fei wraps his shirt around his arms and braces for it. He can't get out of the way in time besides.

The fire catches along his shirt and into his arms and Fei screams out in agony. Burning is an unpleasant sensation. Rapidly he rips his shirt free and stomps into it to get the worst of the flames off of him before it can spread any further.

He straightens back up--arms burnt, but functional. His perfect hair forever has survived largely intact. He might want to see a barber to clean up the singed edges, however.

It can't be healthy what Fargo does so Fei just hopes. He hopes that he can finish the fight now. He leaps forward, snapping his leg out for Fargo's chest--the uninjured one naturally. He braces with the one in pain but pushes himself through it--fully intent to hit Fargo high enough he moves into the air--

So he can flip up into the air after and smack him back down. "HYAAAAAH!!!" He screams.

He does not call upon a memory. He tries hard not to, in fact. His memories never hold anything good or useful, just pain, suffering, and death.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has activated a Force Action!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has attacked Fargo Foobach with Tenbu!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has completed his action. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Fargo is tired on a level most people can't really comprehend. The price for his mastery of the Art of the Hot Body is steep. He has to be in a constant of near-meditative focus to keep his body heat from slipping out on its own, to control and shape it. Throwing it requires something on a new level.

This fight means something different for him now than it did walking in. Kent Hauch wants him to win simply for the cosmic joke of it all, something he can use to further laugh in the face of the entire country of Lacour, because he wants to see the world burn. Fargo himself is realizing something now.

This is the strongest opponent he's ever directly faced on his own, and deep inside, that's thrilling him. He knows he either proves himself against a fellow martial artist here, or learns how much more he can still grow.

Fei swings at what should be an opening, and Fargo manages to shift to the side. His foot crosses so close as to rip several buttons on the white shirt and scrape the skin beneath, drawing forth a line of steaming blood. "Hooooaaaahhhhhh--"

He reaches for that opening desperately, heat radiating off his body as he levels a kick for the inside of Fei's injured knee. Heat and steam blows off his body as he reaches for Fei's chest, trying to hurl him back down to the ground. The air cracks away from them again.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Steam Press!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong critically Guards a hit from Fargo Foobach's Steam Press for 15 hit points! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei Fong Wong feels respect for this Fargo guy. He is quiet, which is something Fei appreciates, but he's also quite capable. If this is the first round, Fei fears for what will come next. He knows instinctively that people who survive past one round aren't strictly better than those who fall to the loser's bracket in the first--that's why these things have loser brackets to begin with and even then there's a fair bit of luck involved. Are you paired against tough opponents? How well do your styles oppose one another. Fargo's a dangerous guy, Fei thinks, but right now as he's in a corner--he might be more dangerous than before. They've used their tough techniques to try and shove the other one over but it wasn't enough. Now it's a battle of attrition.

Fei wishes more fights were about that rather than about who succeeded in being more brutal. Maybe the world would be a better place if people settled their differences by having giant robots fight each other in a tournament to settle conflicts rather than having wars.

But it's not to be. Fei grabs for Fargo's body rather than anything too intelligent. He is getting tired too. He isn't thrown to the ground, but Fargo can give him a nice vicious burn to the chest before Fei tries to respond in kind by kneeing the guy rapidly in the chin. It's a remarkable display of flexibility and fortitude.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has activated a Force Action!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has attacked Fargo Foobach with Hagan!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has completed his action. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

It's a close-in, dirty fight at this point. Neither of them are likely to give each other more than a few feet of space at this point. Fargo's strength isn't enough to bring Fei's body down even with the heat rolling off of him. Fei pivots in, knees flying up, but Fargo barely gets his other arm and ducks low, absorbing the blows and trying to rob Fei of leverage.

His vision briefly doubles. "Tsssss..." He hisses in pain, steam filtering out of his body as his control slips. This has to end soon, one way or the other. "This is good," he says. "Your fists are honest."

Unlike his own. But this is something Fargo has accepted as a truth. There is a reason his life is what it is.

He shifts forward. With his art, he can attack in some very unorthodox ways. His shirt is already ruined - as he turns his back toward Fei, it bursts into flames, revealing glowing spots across his lean muscles like unevenly heated metal.

No swung fists, no kicks. He steps hard, slamming his entire back toward Fei, hair whipping up wildly again. The flames don't seem to be able to burn his skin.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Caldera Drive!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has activated a Force Action!

GS: Fei Fong Wong guards a hit from Fargo Foobach's Caldera Drive for 46 hit points! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei is realizing something with this fight. It might not mean anything for quite a long time.

He shouldn't be doing this well against this man. In terms of skill, they are relatively equitable but his willpower is stronger than Fei's. His ability to stand under pressure is greater than Fei's. His techniques are more varied and clever. His dedication to this tournament is stronger than Fei's. He's not sure why, exactly, but any normal fighter would have stepped out by now.

You know, Fei thinks. This is the FIRST ROUND. It's funny there's people hounding after his power when there's people like this man just chilling around. Sure, Fei knows that with Weltall he can do a lot of damage but actually, as he thinks about it, he still has no idea HOW Weltall went out of control like that. WAS it him? His own desire like Grahf suggested? Looking deep within himself while he's too exhausted for illusions--he can't say it's entirely wrong. Maybe he just wanted to see the world burn too and his own limits, conscience--whatever. That stopped him. He has no idea why he thinks that kind of rage might be within him. He knows painful things happened to him. They had to have.

He has to know the truth. He can't keep faltering every time he stumbles, getting 'drunk' off mineral water and falling to pieces. It's not enough. It was never enough. Running away doesn't work, hoping doesn't work.

He hurt Lily. Is he going to roll over and cry about it forever? He'd like to. Many lives may depend on him shedding that aspect of himself. He can make it up to Lily by destroying the fate that binds him to destruction. One way or another.

The fire bursts into Fei. Somehow, in this moment, it doesn't seem all that bad. Some part of him enjoys spreading flames just as much as Kent Hauch. Maybe even more.

That part of him tells him to capitalize on their truest difference.

Decorum.

As in, Fargo has a helluva lot of it, but Fei has a goddamn animal inside of him.

And that goddamn animal throws himself head first through the flames and into Fargo, howling in agony like a burning wolf.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has attacked Fargo Foobach with The Dan Hibiki Special!

GS: Fei Fong Wong has completed his action. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

"No," Fargo suddenly says. The flames on his shirt suddenly vanish, the heat sucked back into the Man in White. The back strike is poor, but he feels Fei rebounding, and lashing forward.

He carves through a mirage as Fargo blurs a couple yards away, nearly falling over from the burst of speed, scraping his hand on the arena floor to pivot himself around. "Not... just honest."

He is a shockingly perceptive man. It helps that he knows some fragment of a version of the story around Fei Fong Wong.

"Your fists are confused."

A lot of people in the Black Ties don't get Fargo Foobach. Until here, in order to see him fight, you usually had to have fucked up real bad. He carries no flamethower and never has a molotov on him. He doesn't drink, smoke, and only gambles when truly bored. They don't know where the fire is. The heat, sure, but the fire?

The Man in White isn't his only title. Every Suit has their followers in the Black Ties. A few members have even picked up the rudiments of the Art of the Hot Body, much like some can bounce a molotov around a corner like Samuelh, or share Parbody's knack for horrible chemical warfare. The people that idolize Fargo call him something else, combining his techniques and his consuming drive into one.

He mirages again, moving his hands in another circular kata, counter-clockwise this time, exhaling. His skin goes from red, to orange, to an almost blinding white as he drives his fists together over the center of his chest, hair standing almost straight up, dancing like a flame.

A Living Flame.

A blinding flash of pure heat bursts from Fargo Foobach in an instant. There and gone. A sheet of glass sparkles under his feet as his hair collapses again, a bluish tint creeping into his skin.

GS: Fargo Foobach has attacked Fei Fong Wong with Hot Body - Supernova!

GS: Fargo Foobach has completed his action.

GS: Fei Fong Wong has activated a Force Action! 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei loses because he doesn't know who Fei is, really. Against someone like Fargo who definitely knows who he is, that's a deadly flaw.

The Living Flame washes over Fei. To some part of Fei, fire is a comfort, a symbol of a world that is his kindling.

Too bad that wasn't the part that was fighting. The heat and fire flashes over Fei. It passes through him. It passes him.

Fei takes a step forward. Another step forward. That other part of Fei is trying to get out, trying to bite through the chains that bind it.

It manages to get to Fargo but there's something stronger within Fei than the beast. It gives Fei the little bit of will he needs to resist it.

And, instinctively, Fei does. He flops forward into Fargo--then slides off him and into the ground.

The announcers wait several moments to make sure Fei isn't going to somehow get up again before calling it.

"WINNER! FARGO FOOBACH!! WHAT! A! MATCH!!!" 


<Pose Tracker> Lemina Ausa has posed.

It is around when Fargo's control briefly slips -- near the apex of the fight -- that the crowd graduates from 'a Lacour crowd' to 'officially, really and truly losing its shit.' Actual martial artists are a relative rarity in Lacour -- it is a nation used to very conventional armed (and sometimes ARMed) warfare, and the occasional symbologist. What is before them, however, is a peerless display of skill of a type that everyone can evaluate but no one has really gotten intimate with.

Edda -- the young woman who thirsts for exactly this type of combat, and one of the more prodigious sponsors of the tournament's participants -- starts up a chant as Fei throws himself through the fire and the flames. It is two words -- four syllables -- and something that has never been heard before in Lacour.

"FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!"

Lemina, who is three seats down from her, visibly ducks.

Fargo tells Fei his fists are confused, and the chant spreads. An older man -- one who once competed himself, in the old days, the days when Lacour's tournament was as much about the armorers as the fighters, picks up the chant.

FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!"

The chant bounces back as Fargo performs his kata. The crowd is getting hot -- the front rows quite literally -- and it shows. Whole sections hunger to see Fei and Fargo now.

FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!" Stomps and claps. "FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!" Stomps and claps. "FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!"

There's both joy and sorrow when Fei keeps going, only to ultimately slide off of him. The chants hush -- but when the match is called, everyone erupts into raucous cheers for both competitors. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Does Fargo Foobach perceive the thing in Fei? He doesn't drop his guard. His hands are shaking and his lips are quivering as he fights to pull in enough heat in the wake of the Supernova to get back to normal. If he's attacked here, he's almost certainly going to be pushed past the brink.

The crowd isn't affecting him. He barely hears it until the bubble pops, after Fei slips down and the match is called. He takes a step back, letting him go rather than catching him, and does the clockwise circle with his hands one more time, breathing in, putting his fists together over his chest. It's a much slower process. Instead of heat exploding out, specks of glassed ground float in the air toward him as he pulls it in, restoring the color to his body.

The woman from before comes running out with Fargo's things under one arm. The Can't Possibly Be A Black Tie is grinning fiercely, jumping and pumping her fist in the air before stopping by him. He swats him on the shoulder again as he performs an odd gesture - bowing at the waist toward the downed Fei, with none of the courtly gestures that accompany a proper, real bow.

Fargo almost goes down, falling to a knee. She has to catch him, looking surprised. They exchange a few hushed words. As they straighten, the Man in White calmly reclaims his hat and vest, keeping his jacket over his shoulder.

"Do not take my not helping you up as disrespect, Mr. Slacker," he says, whether or not Fei can hear him. "I feel that it is important that you stand on your own, once you can find your focus - though as we are still enemies once this tournament is over, I shouldn't be telling you this."

He sweeps his hair under his hat with a shaking hand. "Having said that, I do hope we meet one more time before this is over. We will have learned much by then, I expect."

With that, stubbornly maintaining his remote composure despite the pain in his body and the spots in his eyes, he and his assistant walk away from the roaring crowd. The tall woman enjoys the attention - Fargo doesn't seem to realize its there. 


<Pose Tracker> Fei Fong Wong has posed.

Fei Fong Wong is stirred awake by a word. The word, it just so happens to be, is enemy.

He looks up at Fargo. He doesn't stand. He just lies there, struggling to breathe. It's funny, he thinks, Elly's the same way.

"You can see me whatever way you want...to see me." Fei manages, raggedly. "To be honest, I don't see you as an enemy at all."

He lowers his head, pressing his hands into the ground but he can't quite manage it. "Won't deny I want to live. Something keeps telling me to live whenever I try to die."

He swings his good knee up.

"But if I die, at least they'll be safe from me. A lot worse can happen..." He spits out some blood into the ground so he doesn't swallow it. "...Than me dyin' to someone like you."

He eventually manages to stand. Fei recovers and heals strangely quickly. He wobbles unsteadily but he doesn't fall over.

"But I'm still gonna aim for my happy ending. But if you're gonna kill me, Fargo."

He sounds relieved. "Don't go halfway. Please make sure you succeed."

He's a strange guy. 


<Pose Tracker> Fargo Foobach has posed.

Fargo pauses, placing his hat on his head, slightly downturned to hide his eyes. His vest + scorched remains of a shirt look is pretty daring.

He says one thing before he keeps walking.

"Interesting."

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