Description: A few days before Urien's unfortunate encounter with the wrong end of an angered Zero, he had arranged a match for an upcoming Saturday Night Fight; the man in question he wished to meet was known as 'Violet' by some, the 'Silver-Haired Demon' by others, and 'Lee Chaolan' by the majority of the rest. Would Urien manage to discover the secret of Lee Chaolan's impeccable fashion, or would he break the Silver-Demon upon his knee? <Winner: Urien>
A few days before Urien's unfortunate encounter with the wrong end of an angered Zero, he had arranged a match for an upcoming Saturday Night Fight; the man in question he wished to meet was known as 'Violet' by some, the 'Silver-Haired Demon' by others, and 'Lee Chaolan' by the majority of the rest. Within the massive garden at the base stands Urien himself, idly taking in the beautiful surroundings with a detached impatience. He has no interest in petty aesthetics. He is a man of business, who would prefer to get things over with and return to his more familiar lifestyle of debauchery and womanizing as quickly as possible. He is not actually upon the monument itself, as Kazakhstan would not be so insane as to allow it to be damaged, but kicking some flowers is another matter entirely. Not too far off is his limousine, idling away as always. He's wearing his normal tan suit with white undershirt, drawing up a sleeve to eyeball his golden rolex. How inhibitive to his fashion... the suit creating machinery from G-Project use a special nanoweave that only comes in tan. He sickens of it. If only there was some way to create a textile that can survive the cataclysmic transformation of his secret elemental infusion technique!!
Likewise, a few days before Urien's unfortunate encounter with the wrong end of an angered Zero, Lee Chaolan had a match for the upcoming Saturday Night Fight!
While Lee always had more important matters, he greatly enjoyed not being made to act upon them. As the chief executive of G-Corporation, he always had the hustle and bustle of the day to day business operations to distract him. But some distractions were more attractive than others. Fighting against a relatively new face to him in another Saturday Night Fight was more than sufficient. After all, in his match against Athena, he more than enjoyed himeslf.
Perhaps this 'Urien' would be enjoyable as well.
Another limousine pulls up, white and long; in fact, it was notable larger than Urien's own limo. Whether this was an accident, or on purpose, is probably on purpose. The long limo barely has enough room to pull up, before it stops dead. An attractive female chaffuer steps out of the car, and opens up the door. Extending an arm out, a fine-dressed man emerges. Lee Chaolan had gotten a memo about the sort of man Urien was, and made sure to dress the part: Lee Chaolan was garbed in a startling white suit, impossibly clean and fine in its design. It was not tan. Oh no, it was not tan at all. And if Lee intended to fight in that thing...
It was probably on purpose.
The silver-haired executive strides out to the garden, approaching Urien, when he suddenly stops. "Oh~" He sighs, as he leans over to a bush of roses. Taking the time to delicately sniff the aromas, he deftly plucks out a single rose. Dancing it between his fingers, he looks up, and acts as if he remembered why he had come here. "Ah! Urien! I apologize for keeping you waiting."
"It was difficult to get such a large limo at such short notice, you see."
Indeed, even the impressive research abilities of the man called Violet would turn up nothing beyond the last couple months for Urien. He's obviously incredibly strong, and seems to have no desire to keep this hidden from the world any longer. But who he works for, his real name, even his favorite type of pancakes are all completely absent.
But when the vehicle arrives that's bigger than his own -- impressive, as the heavily armored and bulletproof black vehicle is as much girth as length -- it immediately catches the attention of the idling man. A lazy loll of the tongue is done when the driver slips free, devouring her with his eyes in a manner few are capable of matching. It seems he's against another man of wealth and privilege, who is comfortable with wearing such at the end of their sleeve.
Which makes the impressive dossier that the Illuminati provided related to Lee. He's not had a very secret life. Adopted by Heihachi, raised alongside his son, and multiple reports indicate he was to be thrown away, but clings to his station through iron resolve. It's rare he feels he has met a kindred soul... although how such manifests on the outside probably is much different.
"A fine piece you have driving for you." Urien offers, striding towards Lee. The cameras switch and observe the two fighters. However, there's no microphones upon them, and only yells or explosions would be audible to listeners at home. This was a concession demanded by Urien. Otherwise, after all, the pair couldn't talk business in peace. "Violet Industries is also a nice piece of work. I've seen some of the things you've got working in the cybernetics and robotics fields. Groundbreaking is a nice word for it... Heh. I happen to be a scientist myself. I know when someone's headhunted the best talent around for an extended period of time."
Truth be told, many people that the Illuminati wished to hire had been somehow cajoled by Lee. That makes him an enemy of the preserved robo-brains. And that means Urien already likes him. Although aggressive intrusions have doubtlessly caused some infiltration of their own agents, Urien still hasn't been supplied any blueprints or schematics, testament to the inner vettings and defenses that Lee utilizes. He's not weak.
So far. How he is on the battlefield... well. It's only natural to be beneath the iron body of the world's future Emperor, after all...!
Kindred soul, Lee may be.
But for now, Lee Chaolan was merely toying with the strange man. "Fine piece? Oh, you must mean Victoria. Don't pay too much mind to her. I don't believe in sharing~" The executive teases, twisting the rose between his fingers. "As for Violet Industries, hm? We deal in Robotics? I thought we only made those cute little dogs, that sell so well during the holidays. " Lee idles, sniffing the rose lightly.
"Of course, I make sure to have only the best for my little robotic puppies~"
The silver-haired executive gives a coy look to Urien. Of course, there were countless infiltrations into Violet Industries. Corporate espionage was a fact of life, even for lesser industries. For Violet Industries to keep its edge in all aspects of its business operations was vital. And despite appearances right now, Lee Chaolan took his business very, very seriously. It may be likely that some of the agents that never reported back were dead... or worse.
Perhaps some day, an agent will report back what the 'worse' could be.
Lee Chaolan yawns a bit, covering his mouth. "Well, I am sure being a scientist is quite interesting." He states, tossing the rose at Urien's feet. "Perhaps we can talk later about how I could better refine my adorable little pups for the next Christmas season. But we are here for a fight~" Lee Chaolan eases back on his heels, as he falls into his defensive stance. Bringing up his hands, he casts a gaze on the garden. "Unless, of course, you would prefer to take in the flowers more."
"There are certainly some gorgeous violets to study over there, if you are so interested~"
It can be a dangerous thing, toying with the unstable. Like shaking a beaker of nitroglycerin; you never know which precise jostle is going to make it explode, only that each brings you closer. Still, the opening rejoinders don't grate Urien in the slightest. Quite the contrary. "Of course. I'd never share any of my 'assets' either... although perhaps we ought to share notes." A wicked looking grin follows, the huge greek carefully adjusting the cuff of his suit.
"Indeed. It's those puppies I was interested in... I own a fairly large company," In theory. There's no real public record of Urien owning anything but subsidiaries of shares of offshoots, growing larger and more vague until those trying to dissect it throw up their arms. "And we wanted to expand a bit on our own cute little research." Dead agents? Irrelevant to Urien. Infiltrating is the work of the brains. They sign his checks and give him his toys and information. It might make them hate Lee more, but that does not have to be mutual at all.
"Took the words right out of my mouth. We're not here for pleasant banter..." Loosening his tie, Urien flows into an aggressive looking stance. Both fists raised up, stance spread. "Let's see just how strong the Silver Demon is... If you manage to impress me, I might even show you my true power... And maybe afterwards, we can discuss ways to improve cultivating your /own/ violets...!!"
Ever the aggressive one, Urien then rushes forward, swishing to the side. His erratic motion belies a great speed and power, although the blonde still seems to be using only the framework to what appears clearly as a highly technical style. Twisting, the heel of one foot is launched in Lee's direction, aimed right for his midsection!!
COMBATSYS: Urien has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Strong Kick.
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Urien 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Lee Chaolan
Unstable, was he?
Lee Chaolan knew what it was like to be in the shadow of another. But instead of becoming unstable and bitter, he became... Lee. As the Greek meets his taunts with confidence, Lee strokes his chin. He certainly was composed. But a man that size couldn't be anything but a brute.
Imagine Lee's surprise when Urien actually unleashes the kick.
The man expected the sort of actions Gato would unleash. An unstoppable, powerful blow, built on brute strength and overwhelming offense. Urien, however, was different. An erratic motion, with speed and power of course. But the style of it was... technical. Graceful, even. As the heel comes out, the martial artist attempts to catch it, to use it for his momentum. Instead, the rival executive breaks through the catch, smashing hard right into his ribs. There is a sharp crack as Lee can't even stand, and is smashed hard to the edge of the flowerbed. While the edge?
Because Lee wouldn't ruin a few flowers.
The executive catches himself on the ground, dislodging them on impact. He knew he had some broken ribs. And yet, he rises up, able to conceal the searing pain in his body. And there, the silver-haired demon claps his hands. "What strength! You are much more elegant than I thought~" The Silver-haired executive coos. While his expression was aloof, his breathing betrayed the true effect of the blow. He neatly had the wind knocked clean out of him. Approaching Urien, he gives a few more rounds of applause, before switching back into his fighting stance. "But how are you on defense, I wonder~"
And Lee makes his move.
Lee take to the air, moving with graceful agility. Lashing in with a jump kick, he soars in to land it squarely... short of Urien. Landing on the one leg, the martial artist sidesteps suddenly, shifting swiftly to the other businessman's left flank. Hurling out a kick with his other leg, he aims for Urien's own kidney, sending it snapping to his hip... to stop it short, not even committing to the impact there. Instead, he uses it as a footplant to climb up on the titanic Greek, to reach up to his shoulders... and with a swing, bring him down to the ground hard.
To see how well that tan suit handles it.
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Lee Chaolan's Lee Stunner.
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Composed? Nothing could be further from the truth. However, Lee seems to be hitting all the right buttons on the huge figure. Urien is proud but playful, and the humbleness of Lee means his normally horrendous nature does not need to come out. Perhaps it is because they are both from the same puzzle, fitting together well. Or perhaps it is the eye of a storm, and such will end up coming soon...!
"Oho... come now, Silver Demon. I heard you were once a monster." Urien states casually, rolling his shoulders before bringing up his arms. "Your fangs and claws haven't dulled, have they? I have a life of excess... but like a dragon, I gorge on it for my own ambitions...!!"
When that question follows, the only thing Urien does is laugh. This appears to be literal. He spreads his stance, watching as the other man comes forward. "Defense...? Don't make me laugh. As if I need to defend..." A sudden inhale follows, and an explosive contraction of muscle. The foot rebounds off that slab of adonic steel. A good thing that was not the true intention, as it would have certainly failed entirely. Instead, he finds himself hurtling downwards, bringing up a foot and slamming it down, bowing so low his nose touches the floor.
With a roar, Urien lunges back upwards, attempting to take Lee with him a good two meters before leaning back and then slamming his head foreward, aiming it towards his face in a dangerous manner. "DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!!" he roars out, in a wild manner. "Weak!! I can't work with someone this WEAK!! Is this a man who lacks the legendary Mishima blood after all?!"
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Dangerous Headbutt.
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Urien 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Lee Chaolan
Interesting.
As the footstand hits what feels nearly like metal, Lee Chaolan considers that perhaps, this man is more than he seems. And yet, the silver-haired fighter does not lose his composure. He tastes the man's arrogance, as he hurls him down. As the Greek rises, and just as swiftly lunges in, Lee swiftly takes the headbutt to the face. The man's face bruises, swelling as it bleeds lightly from the impact.
And yet, the smirk is not gone.
"Oh, yes, my claws are so dull, my fangs so soft~" The executive coos, stepping back to keep the space between himself and Urien. With the sleeve of his suit, he wipes the blood on his face clear. The droplets are cleared out easily, but do not adhere to the cloth. No, instead, the blood simply rolls off, refusing to tarnish the immaculate fabric. The man smirks again. "You shouldn't work with someone who is weak like me~" He sighs, shrugging his shoulders.
"After all, how can I even compare to a magnificent specimen like you?"
The flattery comes in heavy doses, as Lee Chaolan returns in. He immediately hooks a kick to Urien's midsection again, touching it... and nothing else. Retracting it back, he side steps, unleashing another quick feint kick, play hitting the titanic figure. "It is incredible to meet a man who is both a paragon of physical and mental strength~" The martial artist continues, mixing up a kick with a play hit with his fist. It was almost like he was just toying with Urien.
Of course, Lee was not playing any more.
Someone who turns his body that tough on a clean hit required practice. It almost felt like he was hitting metal. If he wanted to try that again, Lee reasoned, then he would let him. Again and again, with each of the feints. And once he grew bored, then he would let his guard down...
Or just try to punch him clear of his taunts.
The trick was the right balance of both. Lee was ready to test and see if he truly knew the balance. Lee hops in the air, hurling out a fierce roundhouse... that he defangs on impact, letting it merely touch him softly. The smirk on Lee's swollen face down not end as he surges with speed, leaping again into the air with a follow up roundhouse, right into the man's neck. This time, Lee howls, breaking the teasing with the sounds of a real assault, from a real fighter. Perhaps the break in flattery might startle Urien in making his mistake.
Of course, Urien making a mistake might not be worth it, as Lee might find out.
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan successfully hit Urien with Silver Slash.
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"Tch..." Urien is finding it hard to be a pompous ass when Lee is just agreeing with him in that perpetually genial fashion, despite fully knowing it to be fake and false. It's not at all what he's used to. Although at least the part about being a magnificent specimen is not inaccurate. He's attractive, huge, and built like Mr. Universe. Not much isn't in his favor, as anyone able to pressure the Silver Demon must know. The list of people alive able to do such a thing, especially well over a decade younger, is very short.
"Don't worry... everyone is weak compared to me!!" Again he flexes, but the tap causes him to grunt, snarling. "C'mon and hit me, you insect!! HIT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!" A forearm strikes out, smacking away Lee's incoming punch before he twists back, slamming home his heel and preparing to lob a ferocious attack. This... this is exactly what Lee was hoping for.
Of course, the speed and ferocity of the upcoming kick surprises him, and he manages to twist, barely bringing up his forearm to block it.
*pomf~*
"You litt--" He already dropped his guard, before the second comes. A brutal strike hits Urien dead in the side of the neck, and he's launched sideways, hitting the ground hard and skidding a distance away, ending up with his face planted in unearthed flowers. To his credit, he's only down for a second before slamming hands into the soft dirt and pushing up, his suit soiled. A thumb finds blood from the side of his mouth.
"...! Yes. Yes!! That's more like it. Maybe..."
Suddenly the air erupts with the immense pressure of building chi. Urien twists back to his full height, his clothing beginning to wildly shake and shimmer. Before erupting off him, shards of fabric going in all directions. Even his rolex is disintegrated into component pieces, only a hardy battle thong keeping him decent. Every etched line of muscle flexed out, naught an ounce of excess anywhere to be seen. "I CAN HAVE FUN WITH YOU AFTER ALL!!"
Bronze ripples across him, flowing from his stomach down across his limbs, hair turning stark white as it passes over and the center jewel in between his eyes flashes momentarily. His wildness seems to increase, naked toes clenching the ground hard enough to cleave through stone. "If you thought I was tough before now... I've removed any hope of victory. Don't regret it...!!"
COMBATSYS: Urien manifests bronze skin and white hair, unleashing his true power!!
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And he takes the bait.
Hurling the kick straight into the man's neck, Lee Chaolan keeps his footing even. He did not think such a blow would have fell Urien, so him rising back up was no surprise to the martial artist. Even him enjoying it was almost expected. But when his suit explodes, revealing the impossibly bronzed form of the titan, that is what makes Lee's eyes go wide. The executive is speechless for a moment, looking down at those powerful toes crunching into the stone. And finally, he manages to form words. "Incredible..."
"Your suit is ruined!~"
Lee Chaolan shakes his head, crossing his arms. "I thought you were elegant before! But now you look more like a pool boy! Is it really worth it to ruin a perfectly fine suit?~" The silver-haired executive simply shakes his head. Whether this was ruse or not, not even Lee Chaolan knew. But everything on his body expressed disappointment. Shame, even. Urien seemed to be uncertain of the praises that Lee was heaping on. And now, when he revealed his true power, his true form, he only showed... empathetic shame of what Urien was?
And what was worse, is that Lee was not lying.
"No, no, this is a will not do, Urien." The martial artist states, uncrossing his arms as he looks Urien in the eyes. "You look more suited for entertaining at a bachelorette party right now, than fighting with an executive of my caliber." Lee Chaolan just tsks loudly, leaning back on his legs. His balance was on his back leg now, as he keeps one arm back, the other one extended straight towards his Greek foe. He beckons Urien to approach, however, with a wiggle of his finger. "Though if you -insist- on continuing to fight in spite of your... condition, well, then."
"Come on~"
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan gathers his will.
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"Of course it's ruined. Only the metallic weave of my thong can hope to contain my energies. And it's not possible to create a suit based on such technology yet... believe me, I've tried. They look lousy, and breathe worse. Style is everything!! And I can always resort to this!!" He then twists, flexing every difficult muscle group at once. Perhaps he's done this to a mirror more than once. Not that such is training these days; his body is literally built to break down all fat, tear down muscle, and rebuild it. The only downside is he'll starve to death with less than twenty thousand calories a day, but that is truly a gluttonous pleasure.
"Trust me... I didn't want to ruin it. It's a shame. But I have a hundred of those!!" Urien then pulls out a small metal clasp, before unhinging it. Yanking, a noose of crimson fabric comes out. Putting it on, a second tug reveals a tie. Shoulders roll, before a pressed button causes a nanotechtronic weave to begin creeping across him. In about six seconds, he's once more completely clad in an exact same carbon copy of the suit he once wore. Sans the shoes of course. But it's wildly rippling from the seething heat and energy coming out of Urien's body, and already has a rip form up the side.
"But you better watch your tongue..." he growls, before bursting into a run. Feet stamp into the ground, pumping his arms as he leans back like a bull. Only to hurtle forward with greater speed and technique than it seemed, hurtling his shoulder towards Lee like a meteor intent on slamming into his chest and knocking him backwards, whether he has opted to block or not!!
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan blocks Urien's Chariot Tackle.
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"Oh, so your company hasn't figured out the secret yet?~"
That was the response from the Silver-Haired Demon, as the titan comes roaring in. As he hurls himself shoulder first, the martial artist brings both of his hands in, catching the roaring opponent. Naturally, the force was more than sufficient to knock Lee off his feet. Rather than resist the bull, he rides it; Lee allows the force to carry him along. Arms tense from the impact, he releases, knocked back on top of the edge of a garden.
Standing on both feet.
Lee Chaolan adjusts his own tie, rotating his arms. That certainly was a strain. So far, he had at least one broken rib, a swollen face, and now, likely a few strained tendons. But dropping down on the stone, he picks up speed."I suppose it is for the best. You do look magnificent in that thong. Some people pull off 'Adonis' better than other things, after all." Of course, his own suit was not in any way tarnished in the wake of this fight. No matter how much his stretched and bended, the suit remained, above all else, intact.
It was stark contrast to the wardrobe strains Urien was undergoing.
"I am greatly impressed with that portable clothing, however!" Lee begins, hurling out a forward kick that... actually commits. None of the fake out this time, in the opening move. He leads in with his left fist, before failing to commit. Spinning, he follows up with a backfist, dipping low as he unleashes it. "Can you use it for other outfits? What is your secret on it? How much customizing can you use?" Lee was actually sincere on it. He could imagine it being useful in quite a number of ways, especially for some of his companions... Idly, Lee takes to the air with a fierce snap kick, leaping up after his dip, before bringing his other leg around for another roundhouse towards Urien's neck. Only, of course, he falls short of impact. Pressing it against his opponent's neck, he brings his first snap kick'd leg up towards the other side of Urien's neck, and should both connect, he will finish off the assault by wrenching Urien to the stone by his neck. Lee certainly was having trouble getting through this titan's skin.
Under it was another story.
COMBATSYS: Urien Toughs Out Lee Chaolan's Mercury Drive!
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That was impressive. Not a lot of people have the ability to control the kinetic flow of combat. Urien happens to be a remarkably intelligent man, and knows fully well the power that Lee is using. Both men are no longer messing around in the slightest; that much is clear, at the very least. However, Urien is also beginning to notice the lack of battle damage from Lee. While his new suit is already beginning to quickly deteriorate, fragments tearing off and floating away, it hardly seems like Chaolan's is even dirty at this point. Or wrinkled. As freshly pressed as a glass of orange juice.
"Hrmph. It's a nanoweave. Sadly, there's no variation yet. It cost millions just to create a single model. Modularity is lacking. I'm sick of it. I at least want colors... but changing the color of a coded matrix is more expensive and difficult than you would think!!" Lee probably understands enough science to know. Tan is probably the original color, and the only expense spared was in the white undershirt. The tie, apparently, is real, and part of the machinery that creates the suit. The buttons are simply a darker tan, likely layered on each other, as is other accents. Pretty intuitive, if limited. "We're close to a pinstriped one... but it's TAN pinstripes!!" All of this means that it's probably pretty useless to Lee. It likely only comes in Urien's size!
Of course, then the assault comes. Suddenly Urien increases his density twofold, fourfold, and the blows rain down upon him like water upon a duck's back. All he does is cross his arms, before thrusting them forward, laughing in a manic fashion as he's hit in the neck, sagging to the side but unfaltering.
"AEGIS REFLECTOR...!!"
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Aegis Beatdown.
- Power hit! -
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And then, before Lee can recover from the last kick, a sudden wall of compressed magnetic lightning forms... and slams right into him. He'd immediately be electrocuted, spasming in place, before Urien lunges forward. He strikes him in the stomach, knees him in the groin, leaning back to fire a point-blank ball of whirling energy to impact him dead center. All of such is met with unyielding force, trapped in the energy matrix of Urien's ruthless assault. It finally whisks away in a hiss, just as Urien lunges forward, catching Lee by the neck and then twisting, to spike him like some football right into the ground with all of his might. "FEEL MY TRUE POWER!! WHAT DO YOU THINK?! HAHAHAHA!!"
"Well, I mean, what kind of nanoweave?"
Lee Chaolan idly answers, as he unleashes the final leg toss. Of course, Lee had the executive summary of the nanotech. He was not a scientist as Urien claimed from himself. But he did have more sense about his business's operations than simply the robotic dogs. He was watching Urien, dangerously alert now as he begins to laugh. The smirk was still on his face. He had high expectations for his opponent. However, Lee had not expected one thing from the titantic Greek.
An Aegis Reflector.
The wall of energy slams straight into the martial artist, stunning him dead cold. What comes next is a brief combo, smashing apart the helpless in the grips of the man. The knee on the groin was a bit much, the executive thinks. But as he spikes him on the ground like a football? Well past showboating. The Silver-Haired Demon's body was broken body now, though the suit was still in impeccable condition. As he hits the stone hard, he rebounds up in the air.
And he breaks out of the stupor with violence.
"What -I- think." Lee states firmly, the smirk gone. As he takes to the air on the rebound, he rips around his leg. Snapping in straight for Urien's neck, the Martial Artist uses the momentum to try and smash it right into the neck, AND hook his opponent in. Should he successfully snap up his opponent in the kick, he will promptly hook him back down to the ground, smashing his face into the stone. All with a final word, as Lee would hit the ground with his opponent (or without him, as the case might be."
"Tan is a =terrible= color on you~"
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan successfully hit Urien with Scatter Kick.
! VENGEANCE !
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"Perhaps we'll talk business later." is all Urien offers when it comes to proprietary secrets. He wants indestructible suits. Lee might wish to make instant suits. There is likely some middle ground for fashion enthusiasts such as them to find a solution that works. Perhaps they can create instant indestructible suits? No. That kind of dreaming is left for true Gods. Even Urien knows his limitations.
Having thought Lee utterly broken, Urien stands up and begins to turn away, only wearing a few pieces of stray cloth. "Well. If you are still--" And then the leg strikes into him, catching him from behind. "Hrrk--!!" Downwards Urien goes, slamming on his shoulders. Fully surprised, he did nothing to defend himself, and feels the wind rush out. Immediately he rolls over, pushing to his feet prepared to fight...
But nothing more is coming. "Hah... hahahah!! Maybe it is. But red's a bad color on you." Urien offers, looking down at the other man. A slow twist cracks his neck. "I was just getting excited... I don't like people who can't finish. Here." He flicks a card with contact information down to Lee, flinging it like a shuriken. Of course he's not so hurt he can't fashionably catch it. "You pass."
With that, Urien strides over towards the limousines; first, he goes to Lee's. And then kicks the back, busting the bumper in a spray of grass. "Tail light's out." That'll teach him to have a bigger vehicle. Going to his own, he slips into the back seat. "Vicodin. Now." he demands with a growl, downing a handful along with half a bottle of wine in angry chugs as he begins to pull away.
It'll take a lot of time with his favored girls to recover. But maybe he's met a new friend... at least, as much as a terrible person like himself could hope to have. Until either backstabs the other or finds them useless -- the true definition of camaraderie!
COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:14:25 12/20/2014 by Lee Chaolan, and last modified on 03:38:28 12/21/2014.