3120/WMAT B3 Bardock vs Mako Mankanshoku

WMAT B3 Bardock vs Mako Mankanshoku
Date of Scene:	29 September 2015
Location:	WMAT Arena - Spinach Wastes
Synopsis:	Mako Mankanshoku triumphs over Bardock in the WMAT quarter-finals!
Cast of Characters:	191, 795, 880
Tinyplot:	WMAT 2015

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Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    Mankanshoku Mako has arrived early for her battle in the World Martial Arts Tournament, today. In fact, the entire Mankanshoku family is present, seated around on a big black blanket and sharing a lunch, doled out by the family matriarch Sukuyo from an oversized picnic basket. Today's portable meal is Mystery Croquettes, which the entire clan scarfs down amidst noisy conversation. Nobody bothers to swallow before talking in the Mankanshoku family, but they understand each other all the same.

    It's a simple picnic dinner while waiting for Mako's opponent to arrive, and a pretty cheerful one by the sound of the excited chatter going back and forth between the girl in a school uniform, a scuffy kid, a round man dressed like a doctor, and a slender woman in a black nurse's uniform. They certainly stand out in a 'this must be the spot' way, too.

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Bardock arrives sometime after the early arrivals do, flying through the air with seemingly no visible propulsion before just touching down a distance away from the picnicking family and his opponent too. The saiyan warrior squints a bit, wondering if they're going to be in danger if he throws too much power around. Heck, for all he knows, maybe they'd be in danger if their DAUGHTER throws too much power around. As usual, Bardock has avoided learning anything about his opponent to make it more exciting and challenging.

    "I'm ready to go when you are, uhh... ...Is one of you Mako?" He admits to being distracted somewhat by all the food as well, but first thing's first. And he already ate before coming here, so he isn't going to be defeated by his own hunger or anything.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     At the announcer's area, a woman dressed in a regal, red dress makes her way to the commentator's seat and plops down. With a huge smile on her face, she grabs the mic. "AHEM! The time has come! Time for gods, men, and everyhting inbetween to clash souls, swords, and fists in a furious display of spirit, glory, and te will to rise up and become something even greater!"

     "I am your illustrious announcer, Emperor Saber! The glorious! The Beautiful! The Amazing! But enough about me, today, I will allow the attention to shine upon our brave fighters! The Furious Female Firestorm, Mako Mankanshoku! And the man with a will of steel and fists of iron! The Combat Sage Bardok! Here in the Spinach Wastes, two souls have crossed the myriad universes, their burning spirit urging them to come together and decide who will become the legend of legends!"

     And then a bell rung. "The time is now! Your fates hang in the balance! Battle with grace! Decide the destiny!"

     That was their cue!

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    "Eh, Mako," Barazo leans back, gesturing with his chopsticks, "Is that the guy?"

    Beside him, Sukuyo touches her cheek with one hand, "Oh my~. He looks strong." Right away, the elder woman in the group stands up, collecting the basket, and bowing towards Bardock, "Please don't hold back~! The only way you'll go forward is if you beat up my daughter, after all~!" Beside her, Mataro reaches for the basket and nearly tips over when the family matriarch hauls it away. With a shout, he hops to his feet and gives chase while the adults depart, leaving the brown-haired girl by herself, chewing on a mouthful of croquette while staring at the saiyen. Head tilting, she puzzles it out-- didn't she fight this guy already? No wait, that one was a girl! Swallowing, Mako raises a hand with her chopsticks and waves, "Hiiii~!"

    Then there is a brief but intense moment as Mako shovels the remaining contents of her bowl into her mouth. It's tossed-- expertly caught by the retreating Sukuyo-- and Mako jumps to her feet. Stooping, she grabs the picnic blanket the family had been using and whirls it up around herself.

    In a second or two, it becomes clear that the 'blanket' was in fact the heavy black coat of Mako's Goku Uniform, now draped across her shoulders, its interior red lines shifting about, covered in crimson spikes and gold ornaments. Wearing an enormous smile, Mako smacks her fist into her other hand's palm, "I'll be your opponent! Honnouji Academy Fight Club President-- Mankanshoku Mako!"

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Let's just say that it's a good thing Bardock doesn't know Mako's outfit is called a 'Goku uniform' or it would add yet another surreal layer to this whole thing. Bardock nods his head minutely in response to the greeting, though when she demonstrates eating skills on the level of a saiyan, she earns a bit more respect. Not that he hasn't respected every opponent he has faced so far, but a fighter closer to himself than the many different types he has faced so far is always welcome.

    "Bardock," Bardock introduces himself simply. The fact he's facing someone who is the leader of a martial arts school (or so it sounds) means that his original plan to fight in his 'normal' form might not be viable. It doesn't necessarily mean his opponent is strong... But he has fought so many at this point, and the rest in this bracket have all been so powerful he doesn't want to take changes.

    "I guess I better use more of my strength against you then. This will be a good test of my control." Bardock raises his fists, clenches them, and focuses on the feeling of rage, of loss, that becomes increasingly less necessary each time he transforms. His Ki levels surge high, and his hair rises up and turns into golden spikes. His eyes likewise shift in color to blue-green. For awhile a blazing yellow aura surrounds him, but Bardock attempts to power down somewhat without losing the transformation... To control his energy output, since this form still exhausts him so much at full strength. If he can fight at a reduced level, maybe he won't tire as easily. Sure, maybe he'll be weaker, but that's fine. Even if he loses, no opponent he has faced so far has been one he would regret losing to.

    The energetic commentating from 'Empress Saber' also helps to hype him up and get him in the mood. And as soon as it seems his opponent is ready... He shows that enthusiasm by surging forward and throwing a quick jab at Mako!

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    Suddenly distracted by the commentator seating down, Mako turns at the waist and raises a hand, waving with great energy to the woman in the announcer's box, "Hello! Thanks for coming!" Though she doesn't know the woman in red's name, it's just polite, right?

    Her attention returns to Bardock, then, as he powers up. Her lowering hand is used to shield her face from errant dust and rock chips when the energy builds, "--Wow! I fought someone who could do that too, a couple rounds ago! You must be strong!" Her posture shifts, hunching a bit with her hands swinging out to either side, fingers flexing, "This'll be fun~!"

    DONK

    Bardock's lead jab strikes her square in the face. The impact makes a rather unsatisfying, almost hollow sound. Like striking a coconut. It does stagger her a bit, one geta-wearing foot shifting back a pace and a bit of blood escaping her nose when she swings her head back down from the blow, "--Oh yeah! I'm gonna play rough, just so you know!"

    With the Saiyen already so close, Mako slams her leading foot down. The foot she stepped back with is dug in as well, then wrenched forward in an upward sweeping kick with the crimson spikes decorating her geta sandals, "Ey!"

    Looking at her at rest, Mako doesn't seem that athletic or flexible, but she somehow manages a near-perfect standing split in followup to a crane kick. Could it just be the Uniform?

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "And the Combat Sage, Bardock, opens with a brilliant display of power! His hair has turned blonde!? Amazing! He's gone! No, he is right in front of Lady Mako! The first blow is thrown!" Saber announces energetically as the battle starts up.

     "Lady Mako takes the blow! But she is not down! The fury inside of her cannot be tamed by one mere blow! She strikes back! A fierce reprisal! Ladies and gentlemen, this battle is only just beginning, and yet I can already see the beauty in it! My heart is racing! Let us watch and see what will happen next!"

Bardock (795) has posed:
    To be honest, while Bardock had intended to go into this with no expectations, so that he wouldn't be caught by anything unexpected, the problem with that strategy is that at least at the start, he has no idea what his opponent is capable of. So he takes a surprisingly flexible kick to the side of the head and gets sent staggering off to the side by it, and has only himself to blame for the jarring impact and pain.

    Well, and Mako's foot. Mako's foot is also to blame.

    "I wouldn't want it any other way!" he replies, turning and swinging a hook punch aimed at Mako's ribs... A punch that might land twice, instead of only once as it comes back and then surging back in again so quickly that the eyes of normal folks might not catch it.

    The spiked geta were unpleasant to get hit with, but it's rare that a painful blow feels good. Even so, he'll want to avoid getting stab-kicked in the future if at all possible.

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    Two nice, solid blows against Mako's ribs are enough to get her to back off a step. Brawling is where she's at her strongest, and learning her patterns is a fool's errand anyway-- The girl has pretty much established herself by now as almost completely unpredictable. She plants a foot down with enough force to send a spiderweb of cracks through the stoney ground of the Spinach Wastes, "Comin' in!"

    There's a gleam from inside Mako's coat as she dips a hand inside the black and crimson depths. With a whirling motion, she produces a crowbar, spinning in her grip until she tightens her fingers and catches it, fully extended to one side. The weapon is turned around (so that she's not striking with the 'claw', this is still just a tournament, after all) and then swings the makeshift weapon at the side of Bardock's head. If the other Saiyen she fought is any indication, this is probably the least lethal thing she could do!

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "What manner of sorcery is this? Is Sir Bardock moving so fast that his blows are hitting twice when they look to be hitting once? What speed! What splendor!" Saber commends enthusuastically, gripping the mic with both hands. "But it is not enough! Lady Mako produces a most uncouth manner of weapon, lashing out with a furious blow! Naturally the hook is turned away! As I understand it, with death comes disqualification! That would be most unfortunate for both parties!"

     A pause.

     "However, given the boiling hot blood of these two warriors, I have serious doubts that either would die even if they were killed! Such nonsense has no place in a battle where one's pride is on the line!"

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Clonk! Bardock tries to roll with the blow, but can't quite manage it. He wasn't expecting an armed attack after all! And especially not with a... Crowbar. His head stings in a way that can't be ignored or brushed off, but the head is indeed the least vulnerable part of a saiyan when it comes to blunt impact. Their skulls are HARD. So though he's feeling the pain from the blow, the warrior isn't going to let himself be slowed by it. He spins around and throws a round house kick at Mako's belly, still not using all of his strength and ferocity yet...

    This opponent is plenty dangerous and until he knows what she can do, he's not in a good position if he just charges blindly or throws out all of HIS big guns. Though being whittled down in health has proven itself to not be great for him in the past either...

    Also where did she even get that crowbar!?

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    When struck, Mako is knocked back several paces, heels digging in and acting as brakes without the girl actually falling over. Knocked from her grip, the crowbar tumbles end over end, clattering some distance away while Mako herself recovers from the kick to her midsection. Her posture hunches a bit, though she doesn't favor the area nor clutch at it with her hands. It's plenty easy to beat on her, but the girl's surprisingly tough for her appearance.

    The sprig of clover in her teeth bounces upward, lifted up by her smile. Her feet shift and she thrusts forward her right hand, fingers splayed out. When she clenches them, the starburst-shaped knuckleduster she wears flashes in the fading light, "Knock me away, I'll keep chargin' back in!"

    Mako's sandals dig in, digging out a crater when she kicks off into a short-ranged dash that rips up the ground with every step. Her right hand draws back, at the ready. At brawling range, she slams a foot down to stop herself, using her speed to feint at Bardock's face with her left. It's her right that she puts all her power into, aimed low at the Saiyen's midsection with the force of a cannon shell, "--Ey-yah!"

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Yes! No! No! Sir Bardock tried his very best, but the strike rings true! A testament to Lady Mako's strength! However the Combat Sage remains standing! The fire in his eyes is as plain as the rising sun! Here he comes! A fierce kick aimed for the midsection! I am appalled at the lack of grace, yet I cannot help but admire such strength! Such power!"

     Saber yammered on and on, getting lost in her own world as she commented on the play by play.

     "And Lady Mako takes the blow like a true champion of the arena! She is undeterred! Her eyes remain set on the prize! The glorious victory that awaits her within the land of promise! Fueled by that burning desire, she lashes out with an equally fierce blow! Astounding! Even Berserker would think twice before taking a blow of that magnitude! What will happen next!?"

     ...Wait, what Berserker?

Bardock (795) has posed:
    The blow is powerful enough to destroy a chunk of Bardock's body armor and cause him to go flying and tumbling across the ground before he finally manages to halt himself with his Ki. Hovering a few inches above the ground, the area beneath the armor reddened with blood and simple friction from a punch he wouldn't have expected out of such a wiry girl... It's quickly becoming apparent that melee is not the best place for the Super Saiyan to be against this opponent.

    Breathing a bit hard, he calls out, "You hit WAY too hard, you know that?" It's not really a complaint, just grumpiness. The scar-faced Saiyan gathers his Ki and draws back one hand, before unleashing a sphere of yellow energy at his opponent with a shout of, "HA!" the sphere flies towards Mako... And regardless of what it winds up hitting, even if it goes flying for miles, it eventually explodes with the force of like a few high-power grenades combined.

    But hey, Mako is strong! She can take it!

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    "You think so?" Mako dips a hand into her jacket, "Thanks! You hit pretty hard, too!" With a flourished motion, she produces a gold-plated baseball bat, studded with nails and wrapped with tape. Planting her feet, she tugs down the brim of her hat and swings her bat up over her shoulder. With the ki ball closing in, she swings down at it, Life Fiber striking Ki. The two interact for a while, hurling off sparks, before the ki sphere just explodes. The impact throws the bulk of the explosion away from Mako, rather than engulfing her. This leaves the girl with a singed outfit, but overall less than ideally exploded.

    Switching her bat to one hand, Mako digs in and springs forward again, that landscape-ruining rushdown of hers scattering chips of stone to either side. At about the halfway point, she raises her bat and then slams it down, using it to arrest her motion and throw herself into a flip. Once leading with her feet, she pulls her bat free, crossing the remaining range geta-first, those crimson spikes glittering. Just past them, the girl's still wearing that smile of hers, clover neatly tucked between her teeth.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "And after a short pause, our two warriors are at it again! Sir Bardock has demonstrated his ability to control what appears to be a latent combat energy! Is that Prana? I do not think it is! Nonetheless I do not believe that energy sphere will spell good news for Lady Mako, should it find purchase!"

     Saber was left speechless for a moment at Mako's response.

     ".......Ladies and Gentlemen, I do not believe it! Well, of course I believe it, yet I do not at the same time! Lady Mako attempted to strike the sphere away with a club of some sort! The gambit partially paid off! She has avoided the bulk of the damage! And the Female Firestorm is back in action! She goes airborne, and-- Aha! I see! What a deadly looking kick! If that were to land, I would not be sure how Sir Bardock will come out! How will he respond!?"

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Bardock responds by taking those spiked sandals right to the chest plate, but bringing both hands around so quickly to try to grab Mako's ankles, that they're stopped from going any deeper than the skin of his chest as they tear through the armor. Though even that causes him to bleed. This is one dangerous girl! However, unless Mako breaks free of that hold somehow... Well...

    "You were better off using unconventional attacks. When you come at me head-on..." Bardock says with a grin. Then he tries to spin with his opponent, swinging her around and around and around before trying to whip her into the ground by her own legs hard enough to crater the terrain beneath the both of them and send dirt, grass, and large rocks going flying!

    "...You're a lot easier to read!"

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    When her legs are caught, Mako lets out a little "Whoop!" sound. Despite her strength, hauling her up into the air is very easy, as is slamming her down into the ground a few times. Stone shatters and arms flail around in the ensuing dustcloud of repeated impacts. What was that he said about being unexpected? Oh, maybe she should break out of this hold before she thinks about it too much!

    The fluttering sleeve of Mako's jacket suddenly balloons out as if an arm were occupying it, and the end of that sleeve produces a large, cartoony white glove. As Mako herself flails around, her coat's sleeve-hand balls itself up into a fist and swings right at the side of Bardock's head.

    The other sleeve also produces a hand, which slams into the ground beneath Mako and prevents her from hitting yet again. Acting as a spring, she wrenches her legs free and spins around, righting herself in midair so that she lands on her feet. Hands raise. Further out to either side, the sleeves of her jacket also raise their hands, one fist slamming into the other's palm, knuckles popping in spite of no bones or joints to pop.

    "If it's unconstitutional attacks you want, you're fightin' the right girl!"

    Wait, what?

Bardock (795) has posed:
    POW! Sucker punched by a sleeve! Bardock is definitely forced to let go as he is once again sent flying and once again has to fall back on ranged attacks. Maybe he shouldn't have told his opponent what worked against him. His head is ringing now, but he has suffered worse blows. Though usually not so early in a fight against someone he is supposedly at least equal with. Criminy.

    Gritting his teeth, Bardock doesn't seem to have anything further to say at this moment as he floats higher into the, draws back both arms, and fills his palms with spheres of yellow Ki, before rapidly throwing them forward over and over and over, unleashing a bombardment of explosives Ki blasts that detonate all over the terrain at and around Mako's last known location!

    He also raises his hands above his head when the dome of Ki is still glowing, charges a concentrated ball between them, and then with a loud yell, hurls that sphere into the center of the blast to nearly double it in size with another huge explosion!

    He's... Not using lethal attacks or anything, right? For the tournament? In his frustration with his opponents, maybe he's going too far!

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Sir Bardock anticipates the attack! He captures Lady Mako's leg! Is he...Is he going to....? He is! He's doing it! He's swinging her around! There is no beautfy to be found in a display like this! I am reluctant to continue to make my eyes upon this! Yet I must! For the sake of all those watching this battle in the multiverse!"

     Saber, shut up.

     And then she gasped. "Oh! Ohhh! Lady Mako just continues to reveal more and more unpredictable tricks! Her sleeves have...come to life? Is her jacket some manner of Mystic Code!? I cannot be certain! The sleeves lash out with a furious combination! I am in disbelief! I cannot believe what I am seeing! How can this be! Where is the grace? Where is the beauty? Aha! Lady Mako is free of Sir Bardock's grasp! How will this heated exchange go now!?"

     /Another/ gasp! "There it is! The Combat Sage lets loose a furious flurry of energy blasts! How will Lady Mako respond to this display of power!?"

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    The Fight Club President raises her arms to protect herself. On either side, her sleeve-arms likewise lift up, one protectively while the other rears back. With bolts of ki exploding around and against her, Mako slams that reared back fist down. Cracks spiral outward and a huge slab of stone is leveraged up, transforming from Floor into Wall and acting as a shield for the remainder of the attack. Both girl and stone formation are engulfed in dust and smoke.

    As the dust begins to clear, a battered and hole-riddled stone slab falls down out of the swirling dust, once more becoming floor. There's the vague black shape of movement inside, as Mako digs her sleeves into the cracks at her feet and hauls upward with a shout of effort.

    Wrenched free, the slab of stone--about the size of a small bus--hurtles skyward, flipping end over end as one would expect certain pieces of furniture to do if thrown in the same fashion.

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Bardock doesn't know if his opponent is even capable of ranged attacks, since she seems to be a melee specialist... But the huge slab of stone that comes flying at him and slams into him in mid-air seems to answer that question! It seems to carry him backwards for a ways from both its weight and the force it was flipped with, but then it explodes suddenly in a flash of gold!

    Bardock shatters the stone with a kiai -- the power of his voice and lungs alone! Large chunks of rock rain down towards the ground below, but Bardock isn't focused on them. Instead, he is focused on the blue and white ball of Ki he is forming around one hand, so bright that it turns Bardock into a mere outline of himself as the sphere grows and grows in size and intensity. Then holding it above his head, Bardock yells, "REBELLION TRIGGER!" and hurls the sphere at Mako like a comet made of explosions instead of ice.

    It makes a big boom wherever it lands. The kind of boom that sends a pillar of blue and white streaking upwards into the sky and dissipating the cloud layer for miles around!

    Pulling punches doesn't seem to be in the plan!

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    Snapping her sleeves outward after her throw, Mako focuses on where Bardock winds up. The shattering trick gets a cheer out of her, and the surging ki as he builds up his attack has her clapping, "That's so cool! I can't do that at all!" Stay in the fight, Mako! It clicks to her that she's the target of this right about when the Saiyen throws it at her, the realization striking with a quick "--Eh?" a split second before the sphere does. Mankanshoku Mako disappears in a blast of blue-white light.

    As the clouds scatter and pillars of stole break apart under the strain, with cracks scattering across the Spinach Wastes, a small black figure sails through the sky, trailing smoke. This tumbles wildly in a parabolic arc, seemingly aimed right at Bardock. Is this just debris?

    No, it's Mako.

    Covered in black soot, singed, and her skin a tanned brown from the explosion, Mako aims straight for the saiyen warrior head-first, arms held out to either side. This stabilizes her trajectory into what could only be called a flying tackle, announced only by the girl's excited, "So Cool!"

    And, assuming she even hits Bardock, it's likely enough force to slam both fighters right into the ground, with Mako bouncing off and rolling to a halt a few yards away from initial impact, shaking her head, "--Hwa! I gotta learn how to do that!"

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Bardock gets slammed out of the air while he's still catching his breath, and then slammed FURTHER into the GROUND, creating not just a crater from the impact, but also a long, deep trench as mere earth is not enough to significantly slow him down after an attack like that. Or at least not right away.

    His armor is basically destroyed at this point, as it seems keeps happening, so he has no further protection if he takes more hits... And another one like that... Basically means the end. Despite the fact he has enjoyed this fight, and is fine with being defeated... He can't help trying right up until the end. It's in his blood. So even knowing he's outmatched, probably not going to be advancing to the next round, the Super Saiyan plants his feet, pulls both hands backwards, and cups them at his side.

    "Kaaaameee..." A sphere of blue-white Ki begins to form between his palms. He's eyeing that ridiculously resilient and energetic opponent of his, watching for any sign of a sudden counter-attack or evasion attempts. "Haaaaameee..." The sphere swells in size but mostly increases in brightness as the devastated ground around him craters from the concentration of forces being gathered, and then craters again as the sphere becomes so bright it's nearly blinding.

    Lightning streaks down out of the sky suddenly with no nearby clouds to generate it. The ground shakes and electrical bolts even crawl forth from the planet itself, cracklign all around Bardock. The scar-faced Super Saiyan is putting everything he has into this. And because he was conserving energy the whole match, he has plenty to expend. The problem, of course, is he got so messed up by his opponent that focusing it properly is a lot harder. This is yet another opponent who has earned her place in this tournament, and has given Bardock a fight to learn from and move forward with.

    And now he is going to blast her with all that he can gather!

    He thrusts both hands forwards and releases a river of white Ki, lined with intense cerulean blue that shimmers like the ocean beneath the sun.

    "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

    The blast is probably going to mess up the terrain even further no matter what else it does.

    Though if it misses... Maybe a small mountain in the distance might get demolished a little bit.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Can this be? This surging energy! I believe it Sir Bardock's Noble Phantasm! C-Can it be!? It is! The energy he has gather flows outwards! A searing blast of absolute annihilation! Yes! Yes! This is it! This is true beauty! Ah! I am moved to tears! Truly, Sir Bardock has earned the title of Combat Sage!"

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    Shaking off the stun of her own rocket-propelled impact with the ground, Mako's head makes a bit of a rattling noise in the process. She then hauls herself up to her feet, whirling to face her foe, who is clearly still standing. She recognizes the blue light from his earlier attacks, gathering with enormous energy. Even her uniform ripples in response to the power and the resolve shown by this man. She swings her arms out to either side at the ready, with her sleeves mirroring the gesture of readiness. For the first time, her smile has disappeared, replaced with a tense almost-frown marked by the downward droop of her clover.

    Oh wait this isn't like the last move at all. The realization hits her and her eyes widen. This is way worse! Her feet dig in, and the girl lunges forward in a misguided attempt to prevent the Saiyen from charging fully. And in that moment, Mako is engulfed in a blast of blue-white light that burns a canyon into the Spinach Wastes and shoots off into space.

    Within the roiling ki energy there's something moving, a black shape advancing through the beam as one would walk into a mighty headwind. Crimson motes shed off, tainting the pure white-blue of the Kamehameha wave with sparks of red.

    When the chi attack fades, two things become apparent: Mako is still standing. And Mako is Right There.

    Her Goku Uniform sizzles, the edges frayed down, bare Life Fibers showing multiple points of angry glowing red, like embers. The cape-like back of her jacket is filled with holes and torn into tatters. Bits of her cap are missing, as is the spike on her left shoulder. Her entire body is singed, and the light tan she'd gained from the previous big ki attack is even more apparent.

    Defiantly, the clover in Mako's teeth is pristine, bouncing upward with her smile, "It really is all or nothing this time!"

    Her hands come up, slamming fist into palm. Tattered but still functioning, her sleeve-gloves do the same, making a meaty smacking sound when they slam together. In a swift motion, Mako yanks both sets of hands apart and dashes forward the last few meters to meet Bardock, her arms becoming a flurry of fists, "Ora! Ora ora ora ora ora ora~!"

Bardock (795) has posed:
    Bardock is completely drained, he put more Ki into that attack than he ever has before. It's still not a perfect technique, or at least not for him. But he has learned that conserving energy by fighting at a reduced level gives him more resources to use towards the end of the fight. The very IDEA of 'powering down' is novel to him. Unlike a certain son of his, he wasn't trained in how to conceal his Ki, just how to wield it.

    But he has no time to contemplate what he has learned. Because his opponent is RIGHT THERE, and before he can even think about defending, she has begun pummeling him, striking him all over! Any misses among the storm of punches is solely because Bardock is so busy being thrown around in mid-air like a twitching body being riddled with machinegun fire that some of the attacks might simply whoosh past. But it matters little, because SO MANY OTHERS land directly. Bardock has already reverted from a Super Saiyan to his base form, black hair, black eyes, no aura, before he even hits the ground.

    That was a decisive victory for Mako! There's no way Bardock is getting back up from that!

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! Unfathomable! I cannot believe my eyes! Sir Bardock's Noble Phantasm, which should have won him the battle, has fallen short! Lady Mako is still standing tall! Is this what they call Battle Continuation!? I believe it is! This is the final strike! No, final /strikes/! Like her aforementioned title, Lady Mako becomes a force of nature! A female firestorm! her fists, like a whirlwind of destiny! They become a flurry that will carve a path into the future! Here and now is the time that victory will be decided! Sir Bardock valiantly holds his own, but blows continue to strike true! Lady Mako's assault comes to an end!"

     There is a moment of silence once the dust settles.

     "...The Combat Sage is down! I repeat, Sir Bardock is down! Lady Mako ascended into the heavens and grasped victory with her own two hands! Rejoice! We have a victor!" Saber stood abruptly, arm outstretched. "I, Emperor Saber, proclaim that Lady Mako Mankanshoku the supreme winner of this battle!"

Mako Mankanshoku (191) has posed:
    With Bardock collapsing, Mako's fists come to a stop, hovering where she'd placed them during her attack. After a moment, her sleeves fall limp to either side and she reaches up, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Mid-gesture, she pauses and looks at her arm, then twists around, looking herself over, "Wha-! Wow! I'm all tanned!"

    And in the distance is the distinctive Mankanshoku Family Doctor three-wheeled truck, its weird little Hee-Haw siren going, with Barazo at the wheel and Sukuyo clutching his doctor's bag in the passenger seat. Off the back, clinging for dear life, are the boy Mataro and the family dog Guts, while the truck barrels precariously over ruined ground and debris. The vehicle rounds a stone formation, zooming up to the fighters. Slamming on the brakes, the truck drifts to a stop and the round-faced driver hops out, "Alright! Time to get to work! Sukuyo, my bag!"

    The wife is too busy fussing over Mako's Ganguro look to hear the order. This kind of Clown Car medical care might take a while.