Description: Now hopefully, everything's gone off without a hitch here, because I'll be heading for your location. The extraction point is in a warehouse just up the boardwalk aways. Every escape Jeep that leaves a crime scene needs to be accounted for, either here or in a ball of fire along the road somewhere. No matter what happens, everyone meets up here. Problem is, there's going to be a shitload of cops swarming the place by the time the other two kick off; the UN's intel moves fast. They'll be trying to lock down the harbor, and our criminal enterprise is a little short on bodies for this part of the plan. Luckily, we have a real spitfire for our last specialist. She's a sealer, from Japan. Miss Peppersmith has accepted the dubious responsibility of holding off the police until we're ready to blow this pop stand. No doubt a couple of well-wishers from the ad are going to show for the scuffle as well. All we need is a few minutes peace and quiet--my boy won't come down until the coast is clear..."
For this evening's festivities, there were a lot of moving pieces on play. It brought back memories of another time. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline knowing you could get caught, the exhilleration of success and escape in the end. That was supposed to be behind her now, she knew, but she found herself induldging in this crazy operation all the same. Just once, she told herself... just to make sure she still had it - that knack of surviving the impossible odds, that wherewithall to dance the most dangerous dances of all.
She didn't need to know what everyone else was up to in this crazy caper. She only needed to understand her part. Delay the police as long as possible - keep the harbor warehouse clear of cops and interference so that the desired getaway could be accomplished.
Thus it is that Miss Peppersmith finds herself on the wrong side of the law once again. "Just like it was before," she smirks to herself from behind the black ninja-styled mask she has pulled over her nose and mouth. Her hair is dyed black, tied off into a ponytail worn high, and her clothing looks like it belongs to a ruffian rather than a miko, with a black leather jacket, grey camistyle top, and red and black plaid pleated skirt at her waist.
She already has things ready to go. It is all in the art of distraction. The primary harbor entrance gate sits open, providing what seems unobstructed access. She doesn't know how the responding force will know to come here, only that they will. And once they get through those gates, the traps will fire. Rows of explosions on the sides, not close enough to harm anyone, but enough to pen them in. Smoke bombs pop up from hidden mines, blanketing the area in a thick cloud of obscurring fog.
None of it will be enough to stop what's coming - but it will all buy time. And the girl waiting just outside of the radius of the smoke, metallic staff in hand, is ready to ambush the first targets to stumble into open view from the midst of the chaos!
COMBATSYS: Ayame has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Cannes PD has joined the fight here.
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The wail of sirens signals the arrival of the Cannes police department. They aren't about to let a bunch of bank robbers disrupt their city and get away with all that money. Thanks to their intel, they knew that this harbor would be the most vital point for the criminals to make their getaway. The European police cars come to a halt outside the harbor entrance, including several vans. Several standard uniform cops, armed with tasers and batons, scramble out and are joined by more intimidating looking riot patrolmen with shields and gas grenades.
They rush the entrance and are hit by the smoke, clustering together from the explosions. "Masks on!" someone yells, and the gas masks come on. Ayame will soon be faced with the police surrounding her. But they are not alone.
Someone comes flying into the harbor, almost literally. He has been watching the place from a higher vantage point just before the arrival of the police. T. Hawk dives from his perch, arms outstretched and back like the wings of a bird, and lands gracefully despite his massive size onto the asphalt between the cops and Ayame. He folds his arms and stares down at her, rolling his neck to loosen up the tendons. He did not expect a heist to be part of this event, but life was full of surprises. Normally crime fighting wasn't his thing, but maybe it was something he could make a hobby out of. Especially with how things are going back home.
He doesn't say much, and he's already moving towards Ayame. He's not fast on his feet, at least that's how it appears. He moves to grab Ayame, lift her up, then toss her behind him to the cops. Whereupon they will start attempting to strike at her from multiple angles with their melee weapons.
COMBATSYS: Ayame parries T. Hawk's Mexican Throw!
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COMBATSYS: Ayame just-defends Cannes PD's Medium Punch!
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A mob of average dispatch officers would be no challenge for the likes of this rogue. She was battle tested, trained from the time she was tiny, a master of the staff and an arsenal of other tricks they wouldn't be capable of contending with. Stalling them once she got into melee range would be something she could easily handle - of that she was confident.
What she did not expect, however, was the arrival of another for more fitting to take her own than the rank and file and file officers. Above her black ninja mask, the girl's blue eyes widen slightly. "Whoa, hey now-" comes her initial retort as the powerfully built man advances on her. "I'm gonna need to see a badge, mist-whoa!"
Caught up in his powerful hands, it is with ease that he would send the featherweight flying. But it is in that moment that Ayame demonstrates that she is at ease in the air, twirling her staff and flipping her body to land in the midst of the officers without harm. "Tch. This just got more annoying than I was expecting." A twirl of her metallic staff has it glimmering with a steady, crimson flame as the ruffian is forced to defend herself from the strike scoming her way. Their batons and fists are deflected in rapid order by her own staffs wings, knocking aside the strikes with precision that leaves her completely unscathed by the mob assault.
"All at once is no fair, you should..." The weapon is hefted over her head, the crimson glimmer exploding into a brighter flame as she slams one end of it down against the concrete in front of her. From off the staff explodes a whirlwind of crimson chi aiming to smash into the police force surrounding her. While not lethal, nor actually fire, the energy has a certain pernicious nature that saps continuously from those struck by it if they don't get their own defenses in place fast enough.
"Where'd you find that big guy anyway, that wasn't part of the plan!?"
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Cannes PD with By Meridian's Vain Ambition EX.
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The staff unleashes a fiery chi inferno, and despite the cops best efforts to get out of the way, they get slammed off their feet by the chi flames, causing a burning sensation in them despite not doing any actual fire damage to their bodies. A few writhe on the ground, otheres recovering to reform. "DROP YOUR WEAPON AND SURRENDER!" One bellows; he seems to be the leader of the bunch. They don't respond to the perp's questions anyway.
Hawk, however, finally speaks. "The name's T. Hawk," he grunts. His voice is softer than one may expect from such a large man. "Consider me a 'good samaritan'." She looks strong; he may have to tank for the rest of the cops in this fight. He moves towards her again, this time crouching low and throwing out a low kick to her shins.
The Cannes PD make their next move, three of them lunging at Ayame. One goes for a nightstick against the shoulderblades, the other a low attack to the shins, and the third one right for her midsection.
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks T. Hawk's Medium Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame parries Cannes PD's Nightstick Combination!
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The powerfully built gentle giant would be able to tell, by his estimate, that the dimunitive staff wielder is far more dangerous than most would expect at first glance. Her speed is above that of a common criminal, and her manipulation of chi something you don't find being wielded by someone who has not spent years honing their art. Whoever decided to put her on the task of holding the final line for the rest of the heisters knew well what they were doing.
Twirling her staff back up to her shoulder following the explosive attack, she turns around quickly, the length of the weapon buying her a little bit of space so that she doesn't get crowded in too quickly. "Naaah," she replies to the order to surrender. It feels so good to be bad. Completing her turn brings her face to face with the Good Samaritan, however, and her eyes widen as he slips in with the intent of getting her attention with a low, crushing kick toward her legs. His foot alone is bigger than this girl's lower leg and it is out of desperation that she slams her staff down in its path, grunting as she finds herself being driven back forcefully even with the blunted impact.
"Well," she grimaces, "Just my luck to have someone like you dropping in." The cops move in quickly to unleash a combination of attacks on the young hoodlum but Ayame responds swiftly, her staff twirling over her shoulders, to the left and right, deflecting the first nightstick, pushing the second officer too far back to reach her, then flipping forward over the swing for her stomach to avoid the third swing all together.
"I must apologize now," she states while airborn, landing on her feet two meters away and whirling around to face the stalwart defender. "Normally I wouldn't pick a fight with the likes of you, but..." Her right hand slips into the front of her leather jacket and comes out with a glimmering, pale white paper. A man with T. Hawk's background might very well recognize it as some kind of talisman or ward. And in that instant, Ayame is flicking it through the air straight for him.
"Some scum are counting on me to do my job here, and-"
Should the card connect cleanly with his body, it will detonate into a half-dozen pristine white chains of energy that would try to wrap around the powerful man and secure him in place, squeezing and sapping his ability to keep fighting. "I have no intention of failing here."
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits T. Hawk with Binding of the Condemned Soul EX.
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T. Hawk stands in his typical stance, elbows up with his palms facing down and forward like some kind of wing pattern. His scowl deepens when he sees her produce the spell tag. Those look familiar. His attempts to block fail, as it merely winds up on his arm and distributes the energy anyway. He goes rigid as his large body is suddenly compressed like there were really chains holding him down. "Ah!" It's a painful hold, and the chi sticks to him like poison.
Still, this isn't enough to slow him, and he concentrates his energy, suddenly dashing forward with CONSIDERABLE speed with his arms held back and one knee up, actually flying above the ground to dash into Ayame and body slam her - he even covers the distance within a single solitary second. "CONDOR SPIRE!" he yells as he peforms this maneuver. Her skill in a fight was apparent; he wondered at this being overkill, but now he could see the odds were pretty much even.
The Cannes PD regroup, and the leader of the group pulls out a rarity in the European forces: a gun. He fires his sidearm at Ayame after T. Hawk makes his move, and his shot is precise.
COMBATSYS: Ayame instinctively dodges Cannes PD's Service Revolver.
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COMBATSYS: T. Hawk successfully hit Ayame with Condor Spire EX.
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The young staff wielder never seems to stop moving. Even after she flings out the card toward the interlooping do-gooder, she's turning back on the officers attempting to close in on her and keep her contained, her metallic staff whipping about all around her to keep a radius of about five feet around her clear of anyone who doesn't want to get thunked hard by that whirling weapon of hers.
But she can't take her eyes off T. Hawk for long. Out of everyone present, he is clearly the greatest threat to her success in her part of the three-stage operation. Which is why when the leader of the officers responding takes a shot, she isn't even looking his way yet somehow knows how to escape the trajectory of the precision shot all the same. Instincts, luck, or training in operations that are beyond what even these experienced men have had is the only possible explanation as she whirls to the left...
But her daring dance can only last for so long. The speed at which T. Hawk closes distance is beyond anything the Cannes PD can pull off, his whole body hurling forward in spite the tenacious chi chains trying to keep him suppressed. "Wha-?" is all she gets out of her lips, pivoting her staff up to try and put it into the way of his collision course only to be smashed into hard enough to be sent reeling.
It would become clear to him then that therein lies her weakness - for all her speed, all her precision staff wielding, the featherweight can't really hope to take hits from the likes of himself. Then again, given his stature, that's probably the case for most people T. Hawk faces in battle!
Wincing as she catches herself from falling by slamming her staff against the concrete with a metallic ring, the raven-haired girl grimaces back toward T. Hawk. "Tch. I don't suppose you could be bought off, could you? Without you, the police won't have a chance of stopping us... it could be very..." She bolts forward, charing the tall warrior directly, her staff igniting with its crimson hued energy. "...profitable for you if you joined my side!"
From two meters out, she takes to the air, whirling into a side-long smashing blow with her staff. The instant her feet touch the ground, she'd be spinning into a second swing from her other side, before finally flipping forward horizontally in order to bring the long weapon smashing down toward the top of T. Hawk's powerful skull. "And save you a lot of pain!"
COMBATSYS: T. Hawk interrupts Requiem For Fallen Blossoms from Ayame with Thrust Peak.
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Hawk resumes his stance after smashing into the dark haired girl, his expression remaining neutral and grim. He is impressed by her nonchalance at getting shot at, but also worried. People like that could be extremely dangerous. His thoughts returned to his fight with M. Bison, that monster boxer...and then stories of the past from village elders. The devilish Vega shrugging off the bullets fired by his tribe...no, this was not the time to think about that. He shook his head, watching as Ayame makes a break for him.
He crouches. It's when she performs her first staff attack coming down from her jump that he strikes. As the staff hits his shoulder with a loud smack, his other arm rises and slams down in a hard overhead chop into the area between Ayame's neck and left shoulder. Hard. He grits his teeth from the pain of absorbing her first blow, but he seems to relax a few seconds later.
The Cannes PD, though slightly awed by these two fighting, still have a job to do. After T. Hawk strikes, a burlier cop attempts to rush her, grab her from behind, then suplex her into the ground. Not exactly standard issue, but this is a crazy world we live in.
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Cannes PD's Medium Throw.
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In two solidly connecting blows, the powerful warrior has brought the rogue's speed to a standstill. The first collision was enough to stagger her, but as he slams his hand out, cutting short her waltz of painful blows to smash a chopping right at the point where her neck and collarbone meet, the smaller combatant crumples. "Ow!"
Her right hand lets go over her staff to press against the point of impact as she slumps forward to one knee, starting to feel the pain of the fight catching him with her. "It looks like I am going to have to pull out the big guns," she murmurs, right hand sliding off her shoulder to slip into her jacket and withdraw a sickly green paper talisman with crimson glyphs written on its surface.
A whispered word escapes her lips as she leaps up into a backflip over the buff officer who had tried to seize her from behind. It would put her in a perfect position to attack him from overhead, but as her right hand snaps out and flips the ofuda into the air, it is T. Hawk that finds himself the target of the dark energy billowing out of the card flying his way.
Should he be caught by it, black bindings would erupt up out of the concrete to lock him into place while a pyre of miasmic green fel fire explodes up around him, burning the surface of the cement to a cinder black, the powerful warrior from the Americas caught in the midst of it all. Given his powerful stature, it would by no means be fatal, but it could push him to the brink of collapse before escaping the tenacious, dark flames!
Miss Peppersmith would skid to a stop a couple meters away from the cop she had just eluded, her staff held out at a defensive angle in front of her as she sucks in a much needed breath. She can't keep up this bewildering speed forever!
COMBATSYS: T. Hawk barely endures Ayame's Pilgrimage to Golgotha.
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"As for that offer...no deal. Mom never raised me that way," Hawk replies, with a bit of deadpan humor thrown in. He stands, clenching his fists as he stares at her and the latest spell tag she has thrown. Spirits be with him, but he may be outmatched this round. Why couldn't they just have a normal tournament with harmless gimmicks? He can feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders...if he fails, she'll tear the Cannes cops apart, and the robbers make their getaway.
He closes his eyes. He centers himself and tries to reach out to the spirits of the land. The tag hits him and those black tendrils come up, but he is already curling inwards, assuming a defensive posture to hide his head and chest. Green fire engulfs him, and it burns. Oh yes, does it burn. He lets out a painful cry, the burning seared into his mind. Yet, he endures it, as he shuts off the pain slowly through his own meditative techniques. With a slowly rising ROAR he bursts from the grip of the tentacles, teeth gritted as the fire still coats him. Pain is fleeting, no fire greater than his own spirit. He IS fire.
He performs another flying maneuever to get close to her and he makes for the grab. If he connects, he will jumps and spin her around as his arm moves like a windmill. He will slam her into the ground hard enough to make her bounce...then he grabs her again, jumping even higher into the air - a height not reachable by normal men. This second jump repeats the windmill motion before he comes down like a meteor to slam her even harder than before for one final drop. "DOUBLE TYPHOON!" he screams.
The Cannes PD, growing silent at the display, can't do nearly as impressive, but they try anyway. An even burlier cop wearing heavy armor stomps up with a shotgun and fires beanbag rounds at Ayame repeatedly.
COMBATSYS: Cannes PD successfully hit Ayame with Riot Shotgun.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame just-defends T. Hawk's Double Typhoon!
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Panting for breath, the elusive criminal isn't out of this yet. The stalling has been going on for only a couple minutes at best, but already she can hear the sirens down the streets as the chases throughout the city start to collapse toward this singular point of escape. Overhead in the horizon, the sound of an approaching chopper. This is already getting too dangerous, she realizes. Had it been only the police, she could have handled her part of the job without any issue - but the giant foreigner is a wild card that she is struggling to slow down.
Even out of her strongest technique he charges forward, undeterred, unstopped. She raises her right arm up into the path of his crushingly strong grip, her left arm occupied by swinging her staff out to the side as the two launch up into the air. The whirlwinding of his arm is enough to spin anyone for a loop, but the moment he goes to slam the featherweight toward the punishing concrete below, he will notice a sudden drop in mass in his hold and when his arm swings down, it is just a leather jacket that smacks against the ground rather than the bandit girl. A small plume of paper talismans blasts up out of the jacket before they flutter along the surface of the ground, driven by an off shore breeze.
Landing meters to the side, now without her jacket of dangerously tricky paper talismans, Ayame rises up to standing with just her staff left to depend on. "Close one, eh-" she starts to retort before a shotgunned beanbag tags her in the side of the head and the convict-to-be is sent spinning on one foot away from the attack. Seeing stars, she turns back toward the cops, blood seeping out from the corner of her mouth - likely she bit her cheek on accident from the kinetic blow.
"Fine, I'll deal with you all!" she exclaims, surging back toward the cops, her staff igniting with a bright flare of crimson as she sweeps it out in a wide circle around her, attempting to clobber heads and arms and shoulders. A second sweep is done in the opposite direction before the girl finally flips forward through the air, smashing her staff against the concrete with enough force to powderize it at the point of impact, unleashing a blast intended to scatter the officers like bowling pins!
COMBATSYS: Cannes PD blocks Ayame's Harvest's Reaper.
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The riot shield wielding cops group up just as Ayame sweeps her staff out. The blow knocks them together but the shields are made to withstand these sorts of blows; they summarily lifts their shields to block her overhead strikes, though the force of the blow still knocks against some helmets. It's when she leaps and strikes the concrete and unleashes the blast do the cops get blown away, some smashing into crates and storage containers. The assembled force isn't looking too hot.
Hawk stares at the jacket, then tosses it away. His nose was bleeding and his breathing was getting heavy and thick. The flames were dying down, but so was his energy. He wipes the blood from his face with one arm, furrowing his brow as he prepares yet again to strike at Ayame. No, he's not stopping yet. He had a job to do.
The energy chains from the previous attack still tighten around him, causing him pain, but he jumps at Ayame anyway, delivering a drop kick with both feet to her head and back. At the same time, two officers attempt to grab Ayame and throw her away from them so they can get a breather.
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Cannes PD's Fend Off.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter Strong Kick from T. Hawk with Midsummer Fantasy.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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Surrounded on all sides, Ayame finds herself being grabbed at by the officers to her right and left. With the space available to her diminishing by the second, she is forced to slow down, her weapon less effective in tighter quarters due to its length. Still, she is able to pry herself loose from the two men, slaming her staff between their arms and twisting to force their grip loose.
She doesn't look behind her as T. Hawk comes in for the powerful drop kick either, though she knows that he's there. Whirling around, she brings her staff up, intending to redirect his momentum and leave him painfully vulnerable to a counter attack in the same swift movement, but the sheer amount of kinetic striking power he brings to bear is more than steel staff she is using can weather. The sound of bending metal coincides with the impact of his feet against the girl's head as Ayame is sent flying in one direction, her now L-shaped staff spinning off in another.
Tumbling along the concrete until she comes to a rest, the ebony-haired girl pushes herself up on her hands and knees. "Che," she spits, wiping her left arm over her mouth as she shakes her head. The situation is way too hot to stay any longer, and without her talismans or a functioning staff, she has no place fighting so many at once even if she could pull herself together to do so.
"Well, it's been fun-" she remarks, hand dropping to her waist, unstrapping one of the belts wrapped there. As it drops to the ground, a thick plume of obscurring smoke explodes up around the young rogue. "But not fun enough to stick around!"
By the time the smoke has cleared, she's made it to the roof of the warehouse, a flip phone up to her ear, "The Skycrane is no-go," she blurts into the device before turning to sprint along the roof toward the inner city away from the harbor. A twist of her hands snaps the flip phone in half before she tosses the pieces over her shoulders.
An engaging challenge, she thinks to herself faintly. She never cared about the actual heist itself. Besides... having the warhouse fall to the police means things will be more 'interesting' for Aranha. She wouldn't want the young man's life getting dull, even if he doesn't know it's her fault or why she would care.
The mask will be disposed of, the black dye washed out of her hair, and her clothing traded for something far more respectable before returning home.
Hawk lands, jeans scraping against the asphalt as he moves back to a standing position. This, just as Ayame drops her smoke bomb. T. Hawk folds his arms, and does not pursue. The cops around him, not even pausing for breath, spread out among the warehouse to secure the place and relay the victory to their comrades.
"Strange woman," he remarks to himself, looking up at the sky. He had to admit, this casino thing was getting more interesting by the minute. The leader of the cops runs up to him. "Thanks for the help," he says, sticking out his hand. Hawk obliges by returning the shake. "Wish he had more guys like you on the force. I think we can take it from here...you need medical attention?"
The big man already starts walking away. "No thanks," he says, and that's all. He'll find his own first aid and rest elsewhere; it's been a crazy night.
Log created on 22:17:51 03/08/2015 by Ayame, and last modified on 01:31:04 03/09/2015.