Description: Urien wants to fight a hard-hitting opponent; despite his initial misgivings, he gets what he asked. << Winner: Urien >>
A challenge has been issued!
A great injustice has been inflicted upon this place. Once a proud and powerful temple sat here admist the rolling foothills and thick forests of the Japanese wilderness, a beacon of sanctuary that promised a reprieve from the violence and madness of the ancient world, offering the hope of acceptance and enlightenment that only a deep understanding of the spiritual truths behind mankind's existence can provide. Now it is little more than a shattered ruin, scattered flotsam on the ocean of time. What message does this send to those who cast their gaze upon its ruined foundations?
As if that were not enough, this one tranquil place of contemplation has now been defiled further. Cameras line the exterior of the crushed walls and crumbling pillars, a webwork of dark wires feeding power from an array of generators. Lights hang from fixtures of scaffolding to cast the dark and forgotten interior into stark white relief so that the spectators of the sport that will be held here can see every detail. Dozens of onlookers already line the outer edge of the make-shift arena, some standing in small groups while others have propped themselves up against the weathered masonry or sit upon the remains of sacred statues. Disgraceful.
Makoto is not a particularly religious girl. The whole spiritual enlightenment thing just never became important to her. Even so, she was raised with enough respect for the ancient traditions to know that what is going on here is, at best, a tacky publicity stunt. Unfortunately, she still hasn't had more than the occasional passing interest shown in her dojo. No students means no income, and no income means her dojo still looks almost as bad as this temple.
The mental comparison causes her already unpleasant expression to sour further. Nothing for it, she'll just have to make sure she puts on a good show and draws more attention to herself.
The small karateka strides out into the rubble-strewn center of the ancient temple. Dressed in her martial arts gi, she looks every bit the part of a stereotypical tournament fighter from the East, except for perhaps the long flowing headband that is tied around her neck like a scarf instead of being wrapped about her temples. Makoto crosses her arms and frowns, ignoring the crowd and waiting for her opponent to make his appearance in silence.
If such a temple were still truly empowered, it would likely burst into flames from the current sinful creature drawing up in his armored black limousine. Screeching to a stop outside, the rear door is opened by an attendant bodyguard to reveal the nearly seven foot monolithic Greek, blonde haired and built like an Olympian god. He would be attractive, if the arrogant sadism twisting his features into a smirk were not so omnipresent. Dressed in a tan suit, he strides forward to the double doors leading inwards. Before heaving out a kick, striking the left one. Old stone shatters inwards, bouncing across the ground before the moss-laden hinges crack and collapse nearby.
"Fighting on the corpse of old Gods... there can be no better arena for a future Emperor." Urien states, comb slicking back his hair in a slow arc. "I'm the God of Iron, after all. A natural born ruler. And you... a peasant boy." This is said with a completely straight face, as if Urien genuinely is unaware of her true gender. That's mostly ignorance, to be fair. He wanted to fight someone who hit hard and could take a punch. His men found her amongst the list of actively signed up people. Whether she saw the recent fight where he decimated his last opponent or not is another question.
"You're the heir to a dojo, aren't you...? Hah. Impress me, and maybe I'll make a little donation. Disappoint me, and I'll make sure it's burned to the ground to build a parking lot." His neck heavily cracks, before he settles himself opposite with both hands in his pockets. "Someone your size... no way could you hurt a fly..." Sneer.
A moment later, the signal to start. Urien makes no move, beyond looking backwards. "Keep the engine running. This won't take long."
COMBATSYS: Urien has started a fight here.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Urien takes no action.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|
"What the--?!"
Makoto's sour glazre turns into an angry grimace as she is forced to throw her arms up defensively against the sudden shower of stone and wood splinters that precedes the man's entrance into the temple. Most harmlessly whistle through the air around her but a few bounce off the front of her arms sending a sharp stinging pain into her flesh.
She grits her teeth and deals with it. To show weakness against such an obvious display of intimidation would only encourage her opponent further. He wanted to make an impression with that entrance - the obvious counter is to simply pretend like it didn't mean anything. The small figure lowers her arms and scowls up at Urien as he strides into the temple swaggering with the kind of self-important confidence of someone who thinks entirely too highly of themselves - or worse, someone who thinks exactly as highly of themself as is appropriate.
A tinge of wariness enters her expression but nothing so grand as fear. The karateka's frown deepens a little at the callous insults and open threats that are hurdled in her direction. Just what the hell is this guy's problem?
"You talk too much," she counters, finally responding to the stream of unbroken monologuing.
Makoto doesn't respond openly to the bait of being called a boy as she usually might. Perhaps something about his aura keeps her usual rage in check, at least for the moment, but she doesn't waste any time in getting right into the fight; standing around feeling uncomfortable won't help. Inhaling sharply, the slender brawler lets out a harsh kiai and throws herself at Urien. One hand comes up, fingers aligned into a slightly curved solid mass, and she brings the edge of her hand down in a viscious but simple overhand karate chop.
COMBATSYS: Makoto has joined the fight here.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Makoto
COMBATSYS: Makoto successfully hits Urien with Oroshi.
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Urien 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Makoto
The look backwards was not a feint. Urien had completely misread Makoto. Her muscles and physique, after all, belie the one thing not visible without a fighting stance -- technique. Certainly she had honed herself well, the same lean yet powerful sort that the imposing Illuminati has, but looking down on people comes far too naturally. The kiai causes him to turn towards her, beginning to smile and bringing up his arms defensively as if playing. "Oh? Are you going to try to hit m-grrrk!"
The blow strikes Urien dead in the upper chest. He's sent hurtling downwards as his feet completely leave him, back slamming into the ground remarkably hard, sending dust, dirt, and pieces of vegetation flying into the air. Of course, he was unbelievably solid all the same, and would make breaking stone blocks feel like soft wood.
"...Hahaha...! That's it. I like that. Go right for the throat without hesitation..." He pushes himself to his feet without much hesitation, although his suit is ripped open from the raw force of Makoto's hand. "Alright. Let's play!!" A great surge of power erupts out, ripping his suit to shreds in an instant. It's as if he just flexed his muscles so hard his clothing exploded, if one's not adept at sensing the huge chi swelling out. Suddenly his skin turns bronze, weight increasing multiplicatively, shoulders rolling as the last of the transformation turns his blonde hair a stark white. Only his proud battle thong remains.
"DIE!!" Rushing forward, Urien twists to thrust a sharp overhead blow towards Makoto, using a whiplash motion along with his own incredible reach. Only for a short upper to swoop along the ground, aiming for her chin while she's dealing with the assault from above!!
COMBATSYS: Makoto blocks Urien's Union Arts.
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Urien 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Makoto
Hesistation is not a natural thing for Makoto. She strikes, hard and true and repeatedly until her opponent falls beneath the might of her superior technique. The attack she just landed on the arrogant man before her was powerful enough to shatter stone - and he just shrugged it off. That gives her pause and the small girl drops into a low stance, glaring her frustration at the enigma infront of her.
"Just what the hell are you?!"
The amazing display of clothes-destroying chi doesn't help to make her feel any better. Infact, just the opposite. She knows that sensation, the feel of spiritual energy rippling through the air and it never turns out well for her. This guy seems to have it in spades. Fantastic.
The sudden shout of the mostly naked man instinctively drops the karateka into a defensive stance, low and solid, allowing her to brace herself for the incoming blow. Even thus prepared, the force that strikes her is enormous. "Hrngh!" Makoto lets out a muffled wince of pain as the heavy blow rains down on her like a falling boulder but she has presence of mind enough to use the momentum to her advantage, riding the impact backwards several steps and stumbling out of his long reach just in time for the follow up to graze her nose.
Too close. Makoto grits her teeth against the burning in her forearms and glowers back, defiance clear in her face. "I'm not that easy!"
Gathering her composure, the girl jumps right back in, bringing her bare foot up in a sweeping circle that starts at her waist and scythes outwards even as she drops from the small forward leap. Her heel comes down from above with enough force that the air audibly parts before it, leaving a smeared streak the color of her tanned skin in its wake.
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Makoto's Tsurugi.
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Urien 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Makoto
"Your future Emperor, boy... so you better pay proper tribute!!" Urien growls out, slowly rolling his shoulder. He does have a large, deep black bruise where she struck him... that was not harmless. He can feel a dull ache that only the strongest secret techniques of others could match. For the simple look of the opponent, they are exactly what he asked for. Blowing Makoto slightly backwards by the assault seems to please him, before both forearms cross before each other as she lunges at him once more. Her heel catches it dead, causing Urien to skid backwards a solid meter. Still, once more it felt like moving a mountain, as if he weighed half a ton or more. Looking down, it's apparent that he imprinted his naked feet into the old stone from absorbing that, toes raking through it. Toes shouldn't be that hard at all!
"Crush!!" Urien suddenly growls, unfurling his arms and aiming both palms opposite. A great crackle of electricity rumbles up, before a mote of darkness expands suddenly in a gravitational-electrical assault. Like a gauss gun, chi accelerates down both arms, before launching with a great CRACK that sends his limbs flying upwards.
The rapidly spinning sphere then hurtles towards Makoto point-blank, attempting to strike her and continue onwards, all the way to the wall in the distance behind -- but even if it misses, there's going to be one hell of a hole blown into it either way!
COMBATSYS: Makoto Toughs Out Urien's Charged Metallic Sphere!
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Urien 0/-------/=======|=======\======-\1 Makoto
Even though she drives him back with every blow, Makoto still can't feel like she's accomplishing much here. Her most powerful strikes do little more than to push the boulder of a man around, tearing up the terrain more than Urien himself. The effort of throwing these assaults one after another isn't negligble either, she can already feel herself growing winded from the combined effort of defending against the power that he himself wields while trying to simply smash her way past his guard.
The girl drops to the ground with expert skill, not even falling into a crouch to catch herself after the aggressive jump kick. She's practiced these moves a thousand times and when that was done she practiced a thousand more. Martial training is almost the entirity of her life and has been since she was able to throw her first punch.
Which only makes it all the more frustrating to see some swaggering peacock show up and make a mockery of her efforts. The swell of tell-tale energy that gathers in the air as Urien calls upon his personal chi forces a quick decision out of the girl. Rather than retreat or attempt to leap out of the way, she lets out a defiant bellow and charges directly into the mouth of danger.
It very nearly costs the teenager her life. The massive sphere of crackling force erupts at her like a cannonball, rippling with raw primal fury. The shattered stones that constitute the temple's long abandoned floor splint and rise up as the gravitational energy yanks them out of the ground in a storm of debris that trails behind the sphere like a comet's tail. Makoto throws herself as low as she can, dropping down to one and pressing herself as close to the ground as possible without actually stopping. The terrible chi shell tears past overhead and for a brief moment all of that compressed mass pulls and rips at her flesh and spirit like a miniature black hole. The pain is indescribable and the shotgun blast of rocks that follows after isn't any more pleasant.
But the girl endures. Her body tenses up, fists growing so tight into balls that the nails break her calloused skin and bring blood welling up to the surface; and then the moment is over and she is coming at Urien like an enraged gorrilla.
Makoto's warcry renews with fresh fury as she throws herself across the gap between them. Her face flushes with a mixture of pain and rage but it proves to be more than a terrified response of a frightened girl. The karateka's skin blossoms into a bright red hue that spreads outwards from her face to encompass her entire body. Literal jets of steam erupt from her nostils as she draws short at the final step, bringing her fist back to wind up for the most terrible assault in her arsenal.
Her fist strikes out - not at the chiseled abs of solid bronze, nearl Olypian in their absolute perfection. Not at the smug face of the man who has spit on her at every turn since he arrived only a minute before. Makoto's fist drives home towards the one spot that even an man made of stone must worry about.
COMBATSYS: Makoto successfully hits Urien with Seichuusen Godanzuki.
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Urien 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Makoto
Surprisingly, Urien has also practiced these moves thousands of times for as long as Makoto has been alive. To the point that fighting is etched into his breath, nerves, blood and flesh. But the difference is passion and drive. He has no interest in bettering himself, complacent in the power granted in him. Despite being a genius, his irrational aggression and near psychosis do much to detract. Had he fully embraced it like Gill... it's clear the potential behind the martial arts within those ancient scrolls the Robo-Brains love so much, the art of becoming man and chi at once.
"We've both put in our hours, worm. The difference... is stock. I'm royalty... literally born to rule... you're nothing... NOTHING!!" However, she proves that such is hardly the case by rocketing forward. Eyes first dance to the annihilated opening in the side of the wall, falling back down to Makoto too late.
"What the hell--" This is chi. She's able to empower herself with it?! Too fast...! The blow strikes home. And at least the girl will realize there's now not a single spot on the man that isn't painful to punch. He's lifted a meter upwards, before thumping back down hard. Only... there's no reaction. Beyond every single vein in his body starting to draw out, tendons flexing against bronze flesh, eyes widening in unblinking rage.
"You... little...!!" His right hand flashes, aiming to grasp Makoto by the throat and heft her upwards. All of his willpower and angry pride repress the pain, leaking out in ruthless throbs, to heft her up and begin crushing the life out of her. "Y,You think... I'll let you GET AWAY WITH THAT?!" Ignore the tears in the corners of his eyes. That smarts. More than any blow ever inflicted on him. That medal won't be passing soon...
COMBATSYS: Makoto fails to interrupt Destroy Claw from Urien with Fukiage EX.
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Urien 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Makoto
OW.
Like, seriously, ow. Makoto has punched some hard things before - wood, stone, /metal/ - but whatever is underneath that loin cloth was painful for /her/. This guy's girlfriend must be a wreck.
The girl recoils from her strike, wincing actively and hissing in breath between clenched teeth. The boiling rage flowing through her suppresses the pain somewhat, actually feeding upon it to strengthen her resolve, and she turns to face her opponent with the look of an enraged Oni.
When Urien moves to grab her, the short brawler ducks, drawing her fist back with the full intention of ramming it down the man's throat. Unfortunately, he's must faster than a stone-man should be, and the thick reaching fingers close around her throat before she can get the chance.
Makoto dangles like a worm on a hook as she's hefted clean off her feet. Both hands come up in a futile effort to pry the choking hold away from her neck but the color in her face quickly begins to shift from red to blue.
"Grhghk!"
She kicks weakly at his chest, glaring at him defiantly through eyes that are quickly going glassy, but the effort only smashes her toes against the metal-like surface. She's going to pass out soon as this rate!
Girlfriends?! Ha! Well, the string of paid-for females is another matter entirely. No longer is the angry titan underestimating the girl in the slightest, now bringing the entirety of his rage upon her without quarter. Making the mistake someone so heavy should be lumbersome is a dangerous one indeed; he does not evade because it is not required, but the speed and ferocious nature of his assaults proves he's not quite the snail that he would appear.
Snatching the unknown female up from her assault, he applies enough pressure to threaten the very flow of blood to her brain. "You're strong... ruthless... and willful... hahaha!! I like you!!" He then drops her suddenly. "Here... I'll use my true might upon you. A worthy enough foe. Are you ready...? Aegis..."
Urien crosses his arms before himself, thrumming heavily with electricity. Then he snaps upright, throwing out both of his arms towards Makoto. A great wall of chi, perfectly square, suddenly flies towards her. "REFLECTOR!!" Were she to impact it, she'd be electrocuted head to toe relentlessly for a good half-dozen seconds, unable to pass through.
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Makoto with Aegis Reflector.
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Urien 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Makoto
Makoto hits the ground in a crumpled heap, falling to her knees and sputtering for breath. Her chest heaves up and down as she sucks precious air into her lungs but the sensation is as painful as it is wonderful. The world swings in vague focus through her tear-laden eyes but she struggles to her feet, unwilling to go down in such a disgraceful manner.
A string of coughs wracks her body as she rises but the girl makes it to a slumped standing position as Urien continues to ramble on at her. She raises her fists, more in a gesture of habit than any real focus, and turns to face him once more.
The wall of energy slams into her dead on. Makoto's shrill cry of pain fills the empty temple as electricity rips into her body. It streaks through nerves and muscles like liquid fire, a network of countless rivers and tribuaries filled with white-hot light, until all of the streams converge in her head and explode into a ball of raw agony.
The girl's scream suddenly stops. Makoto drops back to her feet, somehow still standing. Smoke rises from the edges of her body, black smouldering patches of burned fabric dotting the off-white karate gi. She stares at Urien with a blank look of confusion, as if somehow unable to comprehend what she is looking or where she is.
Slowly, her eyes roll up into her head and Makoto drops backwards onto the hard stone. The impact sprawls her out on the ground in an eagle-like fashion. The neatly folded halves of her gi are pulled in opposite directions by this motion and in so doing, they part to reveal the faint traces of red fabric beneath, wrapped tightly around the soft mounds of flesh on her chest - the unmistakable form of a sports bra.
COMBATSYS: Makoto takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Makoto can no longer fight.
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Urien's still suppressing the pain from Makoto's early punch. In terms of sheer combative strength, she did almost as well as Kasumi against him; a fighting prodigy of the highest caliber. That certainly qualifies as 'passing' in his eyes. All said, he got precisely what he wanted. A savage brawl, delicious pain, far more inflicted than received, if only he was fighting... "Eh?" Squinting at the smoking wreck, it takes some time for Urien to realize. Then he begins to laugh, smacking his knee. "She--She was a GIRL?! Bahahaha!" "..." The Neo League officials don't really know how to respond to that, given it was clearly marked in the registry. Then again, Urien only read the cliffnotes. "Sorry, though. I'm not into flat ones." He holds up a hand, and one of his bodyguards places a leather checkbook into it. Flipping it open, he then scribbles it out, before tearing it free and dropping a blank check on Makoto's body. "Pay for a few month's rent or something. Consider that my donation." A briefcase is presented with a new suit, which he proceeds to change into in short order. On television, he's not about to use the G-Project's Auto-Suit Creation Matrix. He needs to go somewhere private before reverting his transformation... it's a bit excessive, and blowing up a church is not the PR he's aiming for. "My journey to being Emperor is just beginning. That just leaves..." A photo is lifted up. "Rainbow Mika...? Your head is mine." Crunching the picture shut, it's burned to cinders before Urien slips back into his limousine, engine thrumming to life before it screeches off back towards Jpaan.
COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:36:45 12/11/2014 by Urien, and last modified on 23:21:07 12/11/2014.