Note: Please bear with me, I haven't written a fight scene before and it
is a little hard to picture it in my head, so It might seem a bit awkward.
Conclusion of the Wager
Hisoka tapped his foot waiting impatiently for Kassari to finish dressing.
"We are using weapons, ne?" Kassari asked tying back her hair.
"But of course," he shrugged, rolling his eyes at such a stupid question.
Kassari pulled a kodochi out of her backpack and turned to face Hisoka. "How do you want to determine a winner?"
"We can use a point system like what is used in competitive fighting. 1 point for a serious clean hit, 2 points for a serious hit, a down is an extra point and a k.o. is an automatic win, otherwise, the first to reach 10 points will win." And if you are really good, this fight might even last half an hour, Hisoka thought.
'That sounds fine." Kassari nodded. Her muscles tense with anticipation. She faced him about 10 feet away. "Let'sgo!"
His face reflected his determination, his eyes intent and serious. They stared, never taking their eyes off the other's face, circling slowly, looking for an opening, judging the strengths and looking for weaknesses. At an unseen cue, they attacked simultaneously. Kassari rushed in slashing the sword across his stomach. Hisoka easily dodged, He fired off several cards which she just as easily dodged.
They clashed together and Hisoka launched a low sweep kick with lightning speed. Kassari was barely able dodge his attack. With equal speed she leaped into the air and aimed a ferocious roundhouse kick at his head, knowing he would move away in time, she landed behind him and followed it with a hard punch to his kidney with the flat of her blade. He was not prepared for the speed at which the attack was executed. The blow landed, put with far less force than anticipated. Hisoka had blocked the force of the hit with his nen. "One point," he growled and retaliated with a savage punch to her temple to close for her to block or dodge.
Kassari was able to partially absorb the blow by manipulating her nen, but was forced to the ground. "2 points for me." Hisoka crowed.
Her head ached from the last hit and she pulled back to develop a new strategy. Hisoka followed her, pressing his advantage, not giving her a chance to adjust. With a crafty glint in his eye, he rushed her, forcing her backwards. Out of the corner of her eye, Kassari caught a flicker of movement.
Not wanting to take her gaze from Hisoka, she leapt into the air. The impact came from behind, cutting into her thigh with a sickening sound. She fell to the ground hard. Only to be hit twice more in the back. Blood was seeping into the ground from multiple cuts from cards.
Focusing on Hisoka, Kassari could make out the strands of nen he was using to manipulate the cards he had thrown earlier, coming from his out spread hands. "I believe that makes 6 points for me."
"Yes," Kassari realized she had handicapped herself; she had not used even a small fraction of her natural abilities. Her pride in her hand-to-hand skills had caused her to be out-matched by her enemy. Staring at the blood pooling under her knee, she grimly determined it was time to change tactics.
"Do you surrender?" Hisoka asked pleasantly. "I must admit, I thought you would be stronger than this."
"There will be no surrender Hisoka. I have underestimated you. It won't happen again." Kassari's assurance rang with renewed strength. "I will not be defeated so easily." She sprang from a crouch and rushed towards him, clearly communicating a frontal attack, as he moved to intercept it, she changed direction and slid around him with a short side step and slammed the butt of sword into his ribs. Hisoka grunted at the impact and jabbed backwards with his elbow just grazing her between the shoulder blades.
"2 points." Kassari panted.
"Yeah, you've been lucky." Hisoka whispered, right behind her ear, his breath warm on her skin. She's fast, but inexperienced in dirty fights, he considered.
She dived to the left and felt a card nick her neck. Kneeling on the ground, she could feel the strength leaving her with her blood. I need to end this quickly. Looking up she stared into Hisoka's eyes, she forced a link into his mind; his mental barriers were some of the strongest she had ever encountered outside of her own family. Carefully, taking her time, she searched for a way past the barrier. The small hole he must use to measure his opponents charka. Sending her consciousness through this unguarded spot, she located the part of his mind that processed and triggered the pain receptors. She held on desperately as she felt Hisoka trying to push her from his mind.
Hisoka fell to the ground with a gasp, his entire body suddenly feeling as though it was on fire. He could feel her in his mind, a separate entity and concentrated on shoving her back, seeking to regain control and relive the excruciating pain. Every nerve in his body seemed to be burning. Kassari's attack made it impossible to think, so his body took over acting in a survival mood. He pulled on the cards still lying around her and hit her with them again. She jerked. The physical attack broke Kassari's concentration and Hisoka was able to push her from his mind. "7 to 5 points," he gasped.
Without answering him she hurriedly renewed her link, knowing time was running out. The same attack would no longer be possible. Instead she sought to contain the signals from his brain that were controlling lungs. Like a hand closing around his lungs, Hisoka suddenly found that he could not breathe.
Realizing that he only had seconds to act, he jumped at Kassari's chest, using his ren, he landed with a solid thud, knocking her backwards, unconscious. Because she was so focused on Stopping Hisoka's body from working properly, she was not able to manufacture and adequate shield.
He could immediately breathe again. Crouching next to Kassari, he gulped in air. "I win," His small smile reflected the triumph he felt.
After resting for a couple of minutes, he turned and started to inspect Kassari's injuries. Her uniform was wet with blood and she flinched in pain when he touched her ribs. There was a shallow cut above one eye and another on her neck. He knew that he had hit her in several other places and decided to cut off her uniform to see the extent of the damage.
Assessing the injuries, he saw that 4 ribs were broken and she had many cuts including a deep one on the back of her thigh. Well, damn, it won't do to have you bleed to death before I can collect on this wager. He ransacked her pack and found an emergency kit with sutures and bandages. He quickly sewed the more severe wounds shut and bandaged the smaller cuts. Then he licked his fingers, tasting the blood. Yummy, I want more, but it will have to wait.
Kassari started to revive a little at a time; she did not say anything or acknowledge his ministrations. She could not meet his eyes. She was humiliated by her defeat.
"Sit up. I need to tape your ribs." Hisoka put an arm under her shoulders helping her to rise. She clenched her teeth in pain as he wound bandages tightly around her ribs. "Don't feel too bad, you did better than most of the people who fight me. If it weren't for the no killing rule, you could have easily finished me. All you had to do was cause my heart to rupture from too much blood or cause a stroke by raising my blood pressure. Your problem is that you're too ethical." Hisoka remarked in an off-hand fashion as if it were no different than commenting on the weather.
"That's what my older brother says." Kassari tried a half-hearted attempt at a smile. "Do not be mistaken; I may have to serve you for two months after the exam ends, but you still do not possess me." She glared.
"Oi, princess, deny it all you want, it won't change the fact that you . . . are . . . mine." Hisoka emphasized the last three words as he brought his lips down on hers, softly teasing them. "You should be o.k. here, the test is almost over. I have some loose ends to tie up. I'll meet up with you later." He tossed her dress at her and sauntered out of the clearing as if their confrontation was an every day occurrence.
Kassari was still angry with herself and puzzled by the unexpected show of gentleness. Musing over what it might mean, she gingerly walked to the pool and used part of her uniform to wash the drying blood off her skin.
Conclusion of the Wager
Hisoka tapped his foot waiting impatiently for Kassari to finish dressing.
"We are using weapons, ne?" Kassari asked tying back her hair.
"But of course," he shrugged, rolling his eyes at such a stupid question.
Kassari pulled a kodochi out of her backpack and turned to face Hisoka. "How do you want to determine a winner?"
"We can use a point system like what is used in competitive fighting. 1 point for a serious clean hit, 2 points for a serious hit, a down is an extra point and a k.o. is an automatic win, otherwise, the first to reach 10 points will win." And if you are really good, this fight might even last half an hour, Hisoka thought.
'That sounds fine." Kassari nodded. Her muscles tense with anticipation. She faced him about 10 feet away. "Let'sgo!"
His face reflected his determination, his eyes intent and serious. They stared, never taking their eyes off the other's face, circling slowly, looking for an opening, judging the strengths and looking for weaknesses. At an unseen cue, they attacked simultaneously. Kassari rushed in slashing the sword across his stomach. Hisoka easily dodged, He fired off several cards which she just as easily dodged.
They clashed together and Hisoka launched a low sweep kick with lightning speed. Kassari was barely able dodge his attack. With equal speed she leaped into the air and aimed a ferocious roundhouse kick at his head, knowing he would move away in time, she landed behind him and followed it with a hard punch to his kidney with the flat of her blade. He was not prepared for the speed at which the attack was executed. The blow landed, put with far less force than anticipated. Hisoka had blocked the force of the hit with his nen. "One point," he growled and retaliated with a savage punch to her temple to close for her to block or dodge.
Kassari was able to partially absorb the blow by manipulating her nen, but was forced to the ground. "2 points for me." Hisoka crowed.
Her head ached from the last hit and she pulled back to develop a new strategy. Hisoka followed her, pressing his advantage, not giving her a chance to adjust. With a crafty glint in his eye, he rushed her, forcing her backwards. Out of the corner of her eye, Kassari caught a flicker of movement.
Not wanting to take her gaze from Hisoka, she leapt into the air. The impact came from behind, cutting into her thigh with a sickening sound. She fell to the ground hard. Only to be hit twice more in the back. Blood was seeping into the ground from multiple cuts from cards.
Focusing on Hisoka, Kassari could make out the strands of nen he was using to manipulate the cards he had thrown earlier, coming from his out spread hands. "I believe that makes 6 points for me."
"Yes," Kassari realized she had handicapped herself; she had not used even a small fraction of her natural abilities. Her pride in her hand-to-hand skills had caused her to be out-matched by her enemy. Staring at the blood pooling under her knee, she grimly determined it was time to change tactics.
"Do you surrender?" Hisoka asked pleasantly. "I must admit, I thought you would be stronger than this."
"There will be no surrender Hisoka. I have underestimated you. It won't happen again." Kassari's assurance rang with renewed strength. "I will not be defeated so easily." She sprang from a crouch and rushed towards him, clearly communicating a frontal attack, as he moved to intercept it, she changed direction and slid around him with a short side step and slammed the butt of sword into his ribs. Hisoka grunted at the impact and jabbed backwards with his elbow just grazing her between the shoulder blades.
"2 points." Kassari panted.
"Yeah, you've been lucky." Hisoka whispered, right behind her ear, his breath warm on her skin. She's fast, but inexperienced in dirty fights, he considered.
She dived to the left and felt a card nick her neck. Kneeling on the ground, she could feel the strength leaving her with her blood. I need to end this quickly. Looking up she stared into Hisoka's eyes, she forced a link into his mind; his mental barriers were some of the strongest she had ever encountered outside of her own family. Carefully, taking her time, she searched for a way past the barrier. The small hole he must use to measure his opponents charka. Sending her consciousness through this unguarded spot, she located the part of his mind that processed and triggered the pain receptors. She held on desperately as she felt Hisoka trying to push her from his mind.
Hisoka fell to the ground with a gasp, his entire body suddenly feeling as though it was on fire. He could feel her in his mind, a separate entity and concentrated on shoving her back, seeking to regain control and relive the excruciating pain. Every nerve in his body seemed to be burning. Kassari's attack made it impossible to think, so his body took over acting in a survival mood. He pulled on the cards still lying around her and hit her with them again. She jerked. The physical attack broke Kassari's concentration and Hisoka was able to push her from his mind. "7 to 5 points," he gasped.
Without answering him she hurriedly renewed her link, knowing time was running out. The same attack would no longer be possible. Instead she sought to contain the signals from his brain that were controlling lungs. Like a hand closing around his lungs, Hisoka suddenly found that he could not breathe.
Realizing that he only had seconds to act, he jumped at Kassari's chest, using his ren, he landed with a solid thud, knocking her backwards, unconscious. Because she was so focused on Stopping Hisoka's body from working properly, she was not able to manufacture and adequate shield.
He could immediately breathe again. Crouching next to Kassari, he gulped in air. "I win," His small smile reflected the triumph he felt.
After resting for a couple of minutes, he turned and started to inspect Kassari's injuries. Her uniform was wet with blood and she flinched in pain when he touched her ribs. There was a shallow cut above one eye and another on her neck. He knew that he had hit her in several other places and decided to cut off her uniform to see the extent of the damage.
Assessing the injuries, he saw that 4 ribs were broken and she had many cuts including a deep one on the back of her thigh. Well, damn, it won't do to have you bleed to death before I can collect on this wager. He ransacked her pack and found an emergency kit with sutures and bandages. He quickly sewed the more severe wounds shut and bandaged the smaller cuts. Then he licked his fingers, tasting the blood. Yummy, I want more, but it will have to wait.
Kassari started to revive a little at a time; she did not say anything or acknowledge his ministrations. She could not meet his eyes. She was humiliated by her defeat.
"Sit up. I need to tape your ribs." Hisoka put an arm under her shoulders helping her to rise. She clenched her teeth in pain as he wound bandages tightly around her ribs. "Don't feel too bad, you did better than most of the people who fight me. If it weren't for the no killing rule, you could have easily finished me. All you had to do was cause my heart to rupture from too much blood or cause a stroke by raising my blood pressure. Your problem is that you're too ethical." Hisoka remarked in an off-hand fashion as if it were no different than commenting on the weather.
"That's what my older brother says." Kassari tried a half-hearted attempt at a smile. "Do not be mistaken; I may have to serve you for two months after the exam ends, but you still do not possess me." She glared.
"Oi, princess, deny it all you want, it won't change the fact that you . . . are . . . mine." Hisoka emphasized the last three words as he brought his lips down on hers, softly teasing them. "You should be o.k. here, the test is almost over. I have some loose ends to tie up. I'll meet up with you later." He tossed her dress at her and sauntered out of the clearing as if their confrontation was an every day occurrence.
Kassari was still angry with herself and puzzled by the unexpected show of gentleness. Musing over what it might mean, she gingerly walked to the pool and used part of her uniform to wash the drying blood off her skin.