Scene #4197: The Eighth And Final Rule

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Momoyo Kawakami	Sagat, of course, was approached by a man with a perpetual wry grin and a creepy as hell face. About the same age as him, it was clear at a glance that the man was hiding his power quite a bit... starting a fight in public would be unwise at best. Especially since the two girls lurking nearby looked similarly nasty despite their relative youth... Sagat had evidently come close to the industrial districts on the day that a certain anonymous crime boss was seeking competitors. A /large/ amount of cash was offered for him to fight, enough to soothe over the vague hints that he would be provided with any information if they roped a certain dragon into the match. Thus, Sagat was roped into another drug ridden criminal enterprise. The Au Ra spy was sponsored. Apparently someone very very convincing managed to get in touch with enough low level Fed agents to pass information to her... and while the fact that one could do so without piquing the eye of Human Resources was strange, it was not threatening. Instead, Yari's medical expenses were paid during a very expensive very illegal trip to brush up on her fighting skills, no doubt still seething with fury at her target. Sanary was bribed through the same channels Yari was sponsored. While Yari was bet on, Sanary's services were needed after the match... but the bad news would be coming soon in the form of the rules. Outside a large mostly abandoned warehouse was an inconspicuous group of people containing the Itagaki Siblings and the strange smirking man. All four siblings had hungry eyes on the contestants while the crowd of thugs and gangbangers milled about... but sharp eyes could make out dark-colored robots. Elites could easily tell these were heavily armed military constructs intended to take on Elite level opponents... likely pre-existing futuristic technology existing in this world before the Unification had happened. There was no telling of what the capabilities of the armored sentinels were even if some were ridiculous black looking popcorn makers with red eyes. "Ladies and Gentlemen. So glad you could finally come. Welcome to our little club... since you're contestants we have no interest in harming you before the matches, so don't be alarmed about traps or anything. We're meeting solely as interested parties to do a bit of betting. Nothing more... nothing less."
Sagat	Contrary to popular belief, Sagat does know that there are times when knocking someone unconscious is not the most productive approach to finding things out. And he can put the cash to some good use, too, provided that it's relatively legitimate money - well, the Last Chancers may be able to do something to help with that detail. For now, he accepts the cash, listens to what the creepy-looking guy has to say, and plans to be there. Preferably after depositing the cash. Come the hour of gathering, Sagat is all dressed up in his usual fighting gear, arms folded across his chest, his one visible eye half-lidded as he takes in the surroundings and listens to what's being said. One eye missing or not, it's still a fairly safe bet that he's paying more attention to his surroundings than some of the two-eyed participants in the proceedings ...
Yari Takane	Normally, Yari'd be already sharpening her kunai and aiming to off whoever was so daring as to contact the Feds that way and /not/ tip off HR. But the sheer audacity, the skill in doing so, and the all-expenses-paid training? Yari is instead highly annoyed, but curious. Hopefully it won't kill the lizard. Thus, she shows up wearing a simple grey hoodie and black jeans over a mesh set of armor. Oh, and the usual assortment of hidden weapons. She notably has a right arm despite having lost it so recently, though the left is clearly a fake. Her left eye is still bandaged though. Her eyes scan both the Sisters, gangster mostly get ignored, and the skeezy looking gentleman. Hungry looks. Probably skilled fighters. And those robots are a wild card. Yari offers the group a bow. "Not typically my sin of choice, but I have to admit, you and your people did well." There's an honest, if slightly begrudging, note of respect. As an agent, she knows how hard that must have been. A glance to Sagat too. Interesting. Definitely a fighter, that one. "...And I suppose doing something different every now and then is interesting. This should be fun. I've been wanting to blow off some steam." Chatty for an assassin, this Au Ra.
Sanary Rondel	Did Sanary really need the money? No. Does she like having extra spending money to buy useless crap? Oh hell yes. She's getting paid a pretty penny (or credits because pennies are worthless) to be here today, and she's arrived with her usual healing gear: Two staffs and a fanny pack full of thermoses. "Interesting setup you got here. Looks very..." What's a polite word for shady? "... Dark. Nice gear, too." She comments with a slight grin. Strangely enough, she actually sounds like she's complimenting them! Or him. She's not sure who's handling this, but she'll just assume it's the man in gray. She peers at the constructs from a distance, her magitech eye flickering for a brief moment before she steps into the warehouse proper. Sanary's greeted by a few familiar faces, of course. Unlike the Au Ra, the healer is dressed in absolutely no disguise at all: White coat, yellow t-shirt, and sweatpants. She's got appearances to keep after all! Yari gets a brief nod and nothing else just in case she's keeping a low profile, but the healer doesn't bother hiding her recognition of Sagat as she lifts her hand in a short wave to him. "So. When do we start?"
Momoyo Kawakami	The man in gray chuckles softly. "Oh, don't worry. You'll get your shot. We've arranged for hotels for those who need them..." He glances off to the side. A bunch of thugs were rolling a bunch of crates off in a dolly, but a sharp eye could see inside some of the open crates that they were dealing in large amounts of drug distribution. It was difficult to tell if it was legal, the unmarked boxes. Yari finds a wrapper on the ground, labelled 'UTOPIA' and a bit of powder. "Come with us, the arena's inside. We think you're in for a treat, really." he muses. The siblings all have hungry eyes, of course, and Ryuhei continues to size up Sagat, but ultimately backs down after a bit. No doubt a fighter that relies entirely on brute strength, those beastly violent eyes are nothing before the Tiger. Ami, of course, the eldest, licks her lips a bit while looking at Yari... caressing her fingers over a thin staff slowly. Once inside, another fighter is present, but it's difficult to tell anything about them covered in a large jacket. White hair with cobalt grey eyes, that thick trench coat hit plenty while a maid-like figure with an eyepatch stood nearby. Operating a computer with a headset, it was suddenly obvious the fights were going to be recorded to some extent... but even the laptop didn't have a camera attached. Her eye looked similar to Sanary's but was clearly not magitech, so it was difficult to tell what she was even doing there... as while she looked strong she was obviously not a fighter. A case sat beside her, long enough to be what could only be a partially concealed sniper rifle. They looked far more disciplined, like ex-military. Yari could tell at a glance purely from her own limbs. Even with the thick trench coat there, the white haired woman... she was sporting augs. Expensive ones. And had much longer to get used to hers than the Au Ra. It was clear in her stance that her center of gravity was different.
Yari Takane	When people aren't looking? That wrapper's snatched with her tail and slipped into a pocket for later. The picture's becoming clearer: in addition to illegal fights and gambling, it's probably a center for drugs to be sold during the matches. All in all, a nice, shadey playground for criminals. For all that Yari tries to hold herself above it, the setting feels natural to her. Sanary gets a look, but nothing more. A radio conversation later, and she's sizing up the sisters. In particular, Ami, who eyes her right back. The ninja gives a slow smirk, almost a challenge really. Never show fear to a predator. And so the ninja follows. She pauses, however, as one figure catches her eye. A soldier. Now Yari's /really/ interested. The limbs aren't hurting matters. Well, she'll have to keep an eye out for that one. The ninja makes no secret of checking her over appraisingly. "...I have a feeling this might be fun after all." She mutters, mostly to herself.
Sanary Rondel	"Hotels? Aah, I... Thnk I get what you mean." Sanary chuckles and gives the man in gray a knowing wink. Or was she just blinking? It's hard to tell with just one eye. Following the others inside, her gaze keeps flitting about from person to person, although the distinctly non-fighter draws her attention a little more than the others. Did this place already have healers on board, or is she here for something else? Not that Sanary's nosy enough to ask about that right away. She's got priorities to focus on, after all, and after looking around at the the arena a little more, she lets out a half-whistle half-blowing noise. "Not bad... Not bad at all. Looks like you've got a good crew here, too." Sanary's certainly thinking about something. Hiring, perhaps? No... That'd be too risky with people she's just met. As useful as they could be, it could all be a show. Even with the amount of money they've thrown around just to get her and Yari here. and whatever connections they had to get Sagat in, she's going to be cautious for now. Besides, Sanary's going to be busy sizing up the trench coated figure and the maid with the hidden rifle in particular.
Sagat	The passing crates provoke a particular measure of Sagat's attention, his eye opening the rest of the way as he peers towards the dolly-load of wooden boxes full of ... Well. Technically, he doesn't know WHAT's in those boxes. He can make some terribly good guesses, though - and the odds that he's eventually going to wind up beating up someone connected to this operation notch upwards just a little bit. He doesn't indulge that idea any further, though - just files it away and follows the others inside the warehouse. The chance to hit somebody is increasingly welcome at the moment, if only as a distraction from who he REALLY wants to pummel.
Momoyo Kawakami	"Alright, ladies and gents. Welcome to The Rule of Eight Club." he announces. "My name is Shakadou. Pleased to meet our contestants... and rest assured, there will be more." he waves to the white haired woman and her assistant. "These two will be recording events for... advertising purposes. You know? Even an underground market has business departments." he jerks a thumb to the four thugs behind him. "These are the Itagaki Siblings, Ami, Ryuuhei, Tatsuko and Angel." he gestures around as the audience files in. "Now, of course as the name implies, we have rules here. They keep things sporting... and really let you unleash your inner monster. Heheheheheheh!" He continues to pace in the flickering circles of light during the dark night, after a thought pulling Sanary out of the ring to spend time with the two ex-military figures. "You two tonight." he punches Yari's shoulder as he passes good-naturedly... right in her newest prosthetic. Seemingly hard enough to test it's strength. He was even confident enough to give Sagat a companionable slap on the back but even if Sagat towered over the Japanese, the conflict in energy and the expression on the face of at least Shakadou was interesting as if a brief test in even the smallest of contact... Sagat might need to watch himself. The man already knew Sagat had personal reasons for attacking him evidently as shown in that brief taunting contact. "Alright, kids. First rule of eight. You do not. Talk. about this club. Period." he tilts his head with a wry grin. "While I'm sure you might have private channels and information might leak, we prepared for a slow drip. We can't stop you from taking news back to your respective military orgs. But if you talk about this on the public channels... if we see a news report, if we see someone show up who wasn't invited? Just, trust me... I will find out who leaked and make them pay. For our good sporting business sake, just keep it to yourselves, eh? Heheh." He holds up two fingers. "Rule two of eight. Seriously. DON'T. TALK. ABOUT THE RULE OF EIGHT. We don't exist? So neither do you." "Rule three of eight. If someone says 'stop' or taps out, the fight is over. But be a good sport, eh? You goody two-shoes types can't just surrender for no reason or we'll exercise our right to assume you're gonna break the first two rules... and I think you all know by now my information networks are vast." "Rule four of eight. Only two guys to a fight." he glances over Yari and Sanary. "...People. Only two people to a fight." "Rule five of eight. Only one fight at a time. Everyone is here to observe and have fun and it's a waste if some of you morons knock the others into other arenas. Got that? Good." "Rule six of eight. No shirts, no shoes... you don't wear any clothing to hide shit. I don't wanna see any concealed weapons other than, well, whatever augs you have. Your opponent sees what you're gonna use, kids. No fucking around with cheap shots, I don't want anyone dying here without it being a damn good show." "Rule seven of eight. Fights go on as long as they have to. I don't need to elaborate there." His eyes and smirk cross over to each contestant. "And the Rule of Eight. The most important one besides the first two... if it's your first night here? You -have- to fight." He slaps the shoulderblades of both Sagat and Yari. "Alright, Emperor. Test our new guinea pig for our stolen aug tech will ya? It's you two kids starting right now. Bow and get on with it."
Sanary Rondel	The healer's eye glances over each person as Shakadou introduces himself, then the Itagaki siblings, and then the two he leaves unnamed. She goes along easily enough when she's pulled aside to observe the match with the unnamed pair, not looking all too worried about the combatants in the ring. She's fought with and beside Yari plenty of times before, and Sagat... She didn't picture him being that tall. OR bald. Still, it's not like she could forget that voice, and... Well. She's not too worried. There's a healer around, after all! Besides, she can't spend the whole night fretting without trying to get a little something out of all this. "Name's Sanary. Good to meet you both." She puts on a light grin while glancing between the maid and the woman in the trench coat. If she never had a cover to begin with, might as well make sure people know she's there, right? She waits until Shakadou finishes going over the rules before speaking up again to the two ex-military. "So... What's got you working here? Got any long-term career plans?" Subtle.
Sagat	A name, finally. Several of them in fact. Sagat's gaze rests briefly on Shakadou and the quartet of siblings, matching names up with faces and etching them in his memory. Outwardly, though, he looks like he's far more attentive to the rules being delineated. They all make sense, too: 'don't go blabbing about our little fight circuit' is pretty standard for underground street fighting rings, seeing as a lot of places have laws about mutually consenting adults (or even older teens) beating each other up. The rest of the rules are similarly standard fare, to keep things manageable and orderly. It's not impossible that someone could still die - Sagat knows THAT one from personal experience; some people are just too stubborn to quit until it's too late for them to survive. And sometimes, death in the proverbial ring is completely accidental, no matter how careful either of the fighters is. And then it's go time. Sagat rolls his shoulders a bit, loosening up and stepping into the 'ring,' the clear space in the midst of the other attendees. He'll have to be careful with his techniques; a stray Tiger Shot would probably take out a random spectator - not that he'd mind 'accidentally' pegging Shakadou, but that kind of thing could still leave a bad impression, and Sagat knows better than to start burning goodwill on his first night at the Rule of Eight. Still ... he looks Yari over again as the two of them prepare to square off. He should be surprised if he DOES need to fall back on projected-chi techniques. With that thought in his mind, Sagat gathers himself into a lightly-guarded stance, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. If Yari wants to take the first shot, he's prepared to take his chances in the name of seeing what she can do.
Yari Takane	Whap! Right on the arm! Yup, that thing holds. It's still not entirely combat ready though. It might be temporary, however. Yari can't help it. She's /smiling/. This Shakadou is a very, very interesting man. /Sigh/. That one rule is annoying. "Give me a few minutes." Yari, thankfully, is no prude. Off goes the shirt, thankfully she has a chest wrap, and then she begins taking off all of the hidden weapons. There's an entire /pile/ of weapons handed over. It takes five minutes to get all of it off, and that's even while hustling. Damn ninjas. Yari stretches, walks up to the ring as it were, and offers a bow. "Let's put on a good show. Good luck to you, Sir." At least she's a polite ninja. And like a proper ninja, she takes the initiative. She blurrs away with ninja speed, circling the much larger man and trying to slip in from behind with a palm-strike aimed for the back of the neck! She's no monster of strength, but the ninja knows how to hit and make it hurt.
Sagat	Sagat's head rocks forward a bit at the sudden strike to his neck, and his estimation of Yari goes up a bit. Her speed makes her more dangerous than her build would suggest ... but then, he thought he was used to not judging opponents solely by appearance. It's far from a disabling blow, though, and Sagat twists around to face her, left arm drawn back .... Except he doesn't punch; instead, his right leg lashes out to bury his foot in Yari's belly, as if he wants to keep her at a distance.
Yari Takane	Yari's good, but Sagat has experience, age, and build over her. Also, strength. The ninja quickly learns that he's pretty fast with a kick, and it's only training and speed that keep her from being put out instantly. That feint comes in, Yari twists to the side to avoid it, but not quite fast enough! She takes some of the blow out of it, but still is send flying back from the force. She rolls to her feet, but staggers a moment. A pained breath, and she regains her composure. The ninja is smiling. Well, even if she's outclassed, she'll give it her all. And that's when she leaps up into the air, a spin, and she'll start hamemring down swift, spinning kicks at the man, legs blurring! But it's her tail that's the true threat: she reaches out, trying to grab and squeeze with her appendage!
Sagat	Right, the tail. Sagat was wondering whether she would use that for more than decoration; it looks like he's got his answer as Yari attempts to ensnare his neck with it. So why is he grinning? Probably in part because he got an arm up in time to catch part of the blow, and as such, he's protected against strangling. But it's the words which follow which are likely to make Yari (if not Sanary) start worrying ... "Looks like I don't need to hold back." And just like that, he pulls the tail loose from his neck, and tries to use that as a grip with which to swing Yari about and slam her into the ground.
Yari Takane	Snatch! There's a moment where time stands still, and the crowd can just /see/ the 'oh shit' look on Yari's face as she realizes what's about to happen. Yari wisely curls up, and takes it like a ninja. That is to say, she's swung around, tail in knots, and slammed into the ground with worrying crack sounds and general pure suffering. She is /not/ made of stern stuff, and this is just making her day worse. Finally she decides she's had enough, waits until the next upswing, and manages to pull her body in close mid-'fall' to get closer to the man. Those legs of hers are stronger than they look, and this time she's trying to wrap them around his neck, and strangle him that way. Dedicated, this ninja.
Sagat	On the one hand, Sagat can appreciate the stubbornness with which Yari keeps going for his neck; he has pretty much every advantage in the physical match-up, so she HAS to go for the cheap but effective method of trying to choke him into submission. On the other hand, when the tail wrapped around his throat, he took that as a warning sign that he should keep breathing whenever possible - and when her legs follow suit, he feels her shin pressing against his jugular and his windpipe: if not a textbook sleeper hold, then at least a highly effective one. He really doesn't have time to mess around. So he doesn't. His arms come up, hands clamping onto Yari's legs, and he attempts to break her hold by main strength ... but just in case that isn't enough, he also drops to one knee and tries to slam the tailed ninja down hard on her back. On the ground WOULD be preferable in terms of minimizing damage to his opponent - yes, he's actually still thinking of that part - but if the leverage doesn't add up that way? Well, he DOES have a perfectly good knee right there, supported by a foot on the ground at the far end of that leg. It'll hurt just as much that way. Or rather ... it'll hurt MORE than the flat floor would. But whatever gets her off his neck.
Yari Takane	This turned out to be an /awful/ plan. Mental note, do not wrestle big bald and strong. Yari learns this lesson by an extremely painful slam to the ground, enough so that that not only is her back going to be a lovely shade of blue from all those bruises, that some of her scales visibly crack and fall off with an audible crunch. She's also motionless for a second, briefly blacking out from the concussion-inducing slam. Is Yari done!? Sagat has his neck free now. Time for a new strategy. Namely, hand-backflip back to her feet away from him. A quick handseal, the feeling of magic in her veins, and then she's a (slightly wobbly) blurr of motion around Sagat! After-images accompany every leap and circling. She uses her own motion blurr as cover. A strike to the back. A sudden kick from the air to the face. They all come fast, seemingly at random, all meant to confuse and cause Sagat to strike at optical illusions rather than the ninja herself. The last one before this ninjutsu runs out? A roundhouse kick aimed for the throat. A leaping one, of course. Yari has pretty nice form, it must be said, even if it won't be anywhere as good as Sagat's.
Sagat	While Sagat is hardly slow for his size - quite the opposite, really - Yari DOES have a speed advantage: she demonstrated it earlier, and now that she's not trying to choke him out exclusively, that advantage is on full display as she bolts all around him, striking over and over from too many angles for the Muay Thai fighter to completely protect himself from. The final kick actually tags him in the throat - not hard enough to crush his windpipe, but he reels back (probably in a rather satisfying manner) from it, coughing violently as he tries to recover his full ability to breathe. But that kick DOES mark the end of the 'too fast to track' jutsu, and the afterimages vanish to leave exactly one Yari landing from her kick, right in front of a - let's be honest here - somewhat angry Sagat. This is never a good position to be in. "TIGER UPPERCUT!!" roars the Emperor of Muay Thai, regaining enough breath and balance to lunge forward, drop down, and ROCKET skyward fist-first; if that hits cleanly, poor Yari is liable to get bodily launched out of the 'ring'. Or maybe she'll get lucky and land on this side of the spectators. Sagat is just a little bit too ticked off to care right now.
Yari Takane	Yari can't help it. She's all but /grinning/ as she tags the giant of a man, he stumbles back, coughing. If nothing else, she can say she's throat-roundhouse'd a muay tai expert in the throat for double irony points. Well she'll say that when she's not having her nogging clocked by the fist of an angry god-man-fighter. One second she's landing, the next thing she knows there's a spike of pure agony, and up she goes. Riiiiight into the air, like a shooting lizard-like star. Up, up, up, and away! How far will she climb!? Answer: right into the damn roof. WHUMP! There's the sound of metal, possibly tin, and whatever else the roof might be made of suddenly having a very suspiciously Au Ra shaped dent in it. Yari just kind of hangs in there, practically a filled mold for lizard girls. Then gravity seems to work again, and falls out. Teetering in and out of consciousness, the brain-clocked ninja does something increadibly stupid. She makes a drunken hand-seal, applies magic right into her right leg, and starts to spin around as she falls, gathering speed, and more importantly momentum. When she comes down? It's a ninjutsu-enhanced spinning axe-kick aimed right for Sagat's noggin. She's not able to use her brain enough right now to realize how foolish this is. The ninja is stubborn at least.
Sagat	"Gyurgh - !!" grunts Sagat as he gets clocked by Yari's leg; that would have been a far worse idea if it HADN'T worked, but it did work and so Yari gets the momentary benefit of a dazed and wobbly opponent. See, this is exactly why Sagat tries not to underestimate his opponents: many of them - especially in the Multiverse - have various tricks up their sleeves. Or trousers. Or whatever. As usual, though, the corollary to a Sagat who's reeling from a surprise hit or an outright sucker punch is that he's that much madder when he regains enough equlibrium to go back on the attack ... and this time is no different: as soon as he's got his bearings and balance again, the Emperor of Muay Thai steps forward, lashing out to try and grab Yari by the throat and lift her off her feet. One-handed. Not to choke her out, though; instead, if Sagat grabs Yari successfully, he holds her in front of him and begins introducing his knee to her belly, repeatedly. How's she going to tap out if she can't touch the ground ... ?
Yari Takane	It's not hard to lift Yari. Without her weapons, she doesn't weight all that much. Tiny lizard! The Emperor of Muay Thai has her right where he needs her. Knees. Knees everywhere. By this point, Yari knows her fate. Ow. Ow ow ow. Yari hangs on by pure will and stubborn pride. She even tries to knee him back, for what little good that does. Thankfully, she didn't eat anything before coming here, or else she'd lose her lunch. After about the eigth knee, Yari realizes that it'd be stupid to continue. Her voice chokes, sputters, but she can't formulate words for SHEER AWFUL AGONY. Both hands go up. Tail too. Bent at the elbows. The universal symbol for 'I give up'. She stops struggling, eyes watering, dusky face reddened from pain and exertion. Should he let her down? "I...nnnngh...g...give. Well...nnn....f...fought." "...Booze. And a healer. In that order." She wants to be drunk so she's no longer hurting everywhere.
Momoyo Kawakami	Shakadou applauds slowly, the Itagakis giggling cruelly at Yari's pathetic display against a veteran fighter. It wasn't even a match, but the crowds cheered all the same... or maybe the savage pack of hyenas just mocked her further. "Hahahaha. Good show, Emperor." he tilts his head respectfully and spreads his hands... the kind of gesture that was at once both acknowledgement and mocking. "Excellent display of skill, too. You were out of her league of course... but you could compete with the Assistant Masters of some of the martial arts styles here." "Alright, Nurse Smiles. You're up. Tend to both of them before I put you through the grinder, eh? I think I'll just let Ten-chan warm up on you..."
Yari Takane	Twitch. Twitch. Yari has /some/ pride darnit. "Nnngh...I hate this city and every one of you." Whines the ninja. Someone get her a drink! At least Sanary is here to witness her humiliation. Really, she's starting to hate the word 'Kawakami' on a fundamental level. With the exception of Wanko. She's /adorable/.
Sanary Rondel	Once the signal to end the fight is given, Sanary finally gets up from her hunched over position by the two ex-military figures to approach the fighters. She's been watching closely the whole time, of course, but she's actually been rather passive throughout her observation of the fight. Not because she's not worried about the disguised ninja, but precisely because she's worried! She can't just give away 'Chiyo's' identity, after all. "Hoo... Nice work, Sagat. Tail... Face." The naming master at work, everyone. "Ready to get cleaned up yet, or...?" She glances over at Shakadou and eyes him for a few moments, trying not to let too much displeasure show at once. "... 'Nurse'? I don't have that kind of training yet. One day." She chuckles and shakes her head for a moment before directing her healing magic outwards, two green light clouds drifting towards Yari and Sagat to boost their natural regeneration. Hopefully, everything heals back where it should so there won't need to be painful adjustment later!
Sagat	When Yari raises her hands (and tail) like that and stops struggling, Sagat stops kneeing her in the belly, relaxing his grip on her throat for good measure. He doesn't ENTIRELY relax - he's keeping his guard up, just in case she's setting up to sucker-punch him or something - but he does set her down, attempting to place her on her feet, before drawing his hand away from her neck. Humiliation or not, Yari at least gave a good accounting of herself - some people wouldn't have held up nearly as well as she did, let alone landed their own hits on Sagat (particularly tagging him in the head and the neck, at his height). Once he's sure the fight is indeed over and Yari's not about to take advantage of him, he relaxes more fully, inclining his head to her in a gesture of respect. He's also in no hurry to get attended by Sanary - and in fact, he directs Sanary to Yari first as a matter of course. Whether or not he's going to respond to 'Tailface' in the future is a question that's best left to lie fallow for a while.