SNF 2015.04 - BLITZ: Coldest Before The Dawn

Description: Out in the middle of nowhere in the Siberian wastes lies the first and most remote BLITZ. The early morning hours are some of the coldest in the sparse Siberian taiga, but these two merciless fighters are built to handle it, no problem. In the BLITZ arena, British operative LITA faces off against mysterious cutthroat DYRE with all manner of BLITZed weaponry and menacing mayhem! This level of potential brutality is only reserved for the most iron stomached of those behind the iron curtain!! Take up your coat and doff your cap, because we're about to head into THE OCTAGON!

COMBATSYS: Lita has started a fight here.

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Lita             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Dyre has joined the fight here.

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Dyre             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Lita

In the farthest reaches of Russia the BLITZ arena begins their set ups. The scientists and officials do their preparations making sure the JOUST system is working correctly and all the fighters have had the rules explained to them as well as the considerations of using the system such as not having the equipment leave the octagon at the risk of explosions.

Lita for her part is sitting in her corner as she watches her kunai get fitted with the JOUST enhancements and then she presents her sword to the scientists but it's not the normal sword she had been bringing to fights before but a polypropylene sword in the shape and style of her normal sword with a metal core to give it as close to the weight and balance of her actual sword as she could. The JOUST system is fitted on that sword and she sheathes it as she stands up gets ready to go. The scientists around her, scatter and leave the ring.

In his seat, surrounded by scientists, Dyre looks remarkably calm. In fact, with his eyes lidded and the slow rise and fall of his chest he might almost be asleep. If not for the fact he was nodding or shaking his head whenever he was asked a question. This was the type of fight he was used to, not the weird stuff he had been doing as of late. A ring match where the entire point is to put on a show. It was going to be good and he was determined not to let Ulf spoil it for him. On the table next to him, being outfitted with the joust system are his metal gauntlets, his weapon of choice, though the wicked claw tips on the ends of the metal fingers look more than capable of inflicting some pretty nasty gashes. Seems he doesn't have the same courtesy as his opponent.

As soon as the scientist announces he's finished with the weapon, Dyre stands, excepting the bits of metal armor from the other man. He slides them over his hands, flexing his fists a bit to settle them in place. The scientists back off as he nods his approval of their work, leaving his fists clenched for now. Maybe he won't use the claw tips. Then his grey eyes go to his opponent, silently assessing her. At least no sounds leave his throat, but his lips are certainly moving.

He wastes no time once the bell sounds to signal the start of the match. He launches himself forward, feet pounding against the mat. A few feet from Lita he plants his foot solidly on the ground, using his momentum to carry himself into a spin. His right fist suddenly swirls with silver light as he lashes out with a backhand at the end of his spin.

COMBATSYS: Lita blocks Dyre's IV Empress.

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Dyre             0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0             Lita

The bell sounds and she steps forward in an attempt to close distance but as fast as she moves in, the claw handed fighter moves just a tiny bit faster and so in order to adapt to the changing conditions, she puts on the breaks a little early and attempts to dig in enough to hold her ground as she raises her hand to deflect the blow. Though she brings up her defenses in time, the sheer force unleashed via the combination of fighter and JOUST system sends the Delta Red soldier stumbling as she struggles to maintain her balance.

She gets her feet back under her again but she lost all that ground she had attempted to gain at the start of the fight. She takes a deep breath and draws a single, JOUST modified Kunai and thanks to the fact that the action will be confined to the octagon, she doesn't have as much concern for bystanders getting hit by a stray throwing dagger if she should miss. She mentally aims for center mass and then lets the blade weapon go, her free hand reaching for her polypropylene sword's handle.

COMBATSYS: Dyre blocks Lita's Kunai Throw.

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Dyre             0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0             Lita

There's a moment of surprise on Dyre's face as the throwing blade scrapes along his arm, deflected from anything that would hurt more. Though the weapon stings enough as is, its more than he expects from a blocked throwing knife. This JOUST system certain does seem to add a bit of extra oomph. "Hmmm.." He looks at his arm for just a flick of a second. diverting too much attention from the fight would leave him open on his end. But he does spare his opponent a small smile. It's a cold and not very friendly smile, but hey, at least he's showing an expression other than grumpy.

He takes a small step back, arms coming back up into a defensive position as his smile fades as quickly as it showed up. Silver lights up his fist again as he rears back and punches the floor of the octogon. As the energy sinks into the ground a quick echo of a glow forms under Lita, before it explodes in a small torrent of energy around her.

COMBATSYS: Lita fails to interrupt VII Chariot from Dyre with That's Not Cricket.

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Dyre             0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0             Lita

Her eyes go wide as she sees that fist hit the ground. She's not within swinging distance of Dyre, she's not seeing anything come directly towards her and that could only mean one thing, something is coming from under or from behind. She hits the quick release latch on her sheathe and draws her sword as she attempts to break into a run. She only gets time for the initial step before the energy rises up from under her to consume her.

The explosion carries her practically into the air launching her forward but unfortunately for her, not on her terms. Her body goes into an uncontrolled, and agonizing spin and she lands right at Dyre's feet.

With a groan, she slowly rises to her feet and falls into her sword stance. Attempting to calm herself down and get her mind right. Getting hit that hard all at once can shake someone and the landing wasn't all that pleasant either.

Even he can't quite hide his surprise at the amount of power the machine hooked up to him allows him to release. His eyes go slightly wide as he watches Lita being launched into the air, he's more worried what will happen if she manages to land a clean hit. It seems Dyre is not the type to take advantage of an opponent when they're down. At least not on broadcast television anyway. He waits patiently for her to get to her feet, but he simply stands there, arms at his side as she does so, nor does he drop into a fighting stance right away when she does either. He knows what a crowd likes, and seeing confidence after a clean hit, maybe even a little arrogance, well that's the way to go.

His breath mists softly in front of him as he suddenly launches himself forward again. No energy this time, just a full on shoulder check with his body. Though with his height and physique, that's still a lot of very solid mass moving in at a very quick speed.

COMBATSYS: Lita dodges Dyre's Body Blow.

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Dyre             0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0             Lita

In all of Lita's public fights, this was the second time she's gone for her sword. And this particular fight, this was about the quickest, she had gone for it. People had wondered if she really knew how to use it, or whether or not it was just a trump card she liked to keep in reserve. Considering the fact that she was looking a little rough right now, more and more people are inclined to believe that it was the latter.

As Dyre launches at her again, the Delta Red melee specialist side steps not letting the shoulder check come even close to connecting. She doesn't want to give him too much time to get his feet under him before she makes an attempt to strike. Her style and mindset is based in the realm of practicality. No showboating. No flashiness. Just utilizing as much force as she needs to end an encounter with as much brutal efficiency as she can muster.

She takes a horizontal swing at center mass followed by a diagonal downward swing at his lead shoulder and then finishing with a horizontal swing at his rear shoulder and swinging through to let the momentum spin her away from the clawed fighter.

COMBATSYS: Dyre fails to interrupt Triple Slash from Lita with III Emperor.

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Dyre             1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1             Lita

Dyre chooses... poorly. He launches himself forward again as the slashes come his way. Except he's not quite prepared for the ferocity of the assault. Not in the slightest. The blow to the center of his body hits him dead on, sending the blood pit fighter doubling over from the intensity of it. These machines were crazy.

As he pitches forward another strike catches him across the shoulder, pitching his center of gravity one way, then the third blow sending him the other. The fact he skids a short distance across the arena certainly puts a little bit more distance between him and the swordswoman.

Though as he gets to his feet, he looks pissed. His eyes even look to be shifting color for just the smallest fraction of a moment, his lips pulling back from his teeth in an angry snarl. He shakes his head, firmly stomping back on that impulse. He could not let Ulf loose, not with the JOUST machine strapped to him. Instead he takes a moment to catch his breath, a heavy mist forming in front of his as he works on getting his lungs cooperating again.

Once again, this would show the difference in their approaches. Or at it least it would if not for the fact that his is eyes changed color for a moment and the snarl. The realization that she isn't dealing with something that is run of the mill gave her a bit of pause since she doesn't have much experience with this type of thing. So instead of charging at him to finish him off, she circles carefully trying to get better idea of what she's dealing with.

She edges in slowly with a focused look on her face in an attempt to jockey for position and then she slashes upwards with the sword attempting to connect with Dyre's chin, and then flipping it over to perform an over the shoulder guard with the weapon.

COMBATSYS: Dyre blocks Lita's Medium Strike.

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Dyre             1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1             Lita

COMBATSYS: Lita dodges Dyre's XVIII Moon.

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Dyre             0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1             Lita

Ulf back in the bottle, Dyre recovers his wits just in time to catch the sword strike on the back of his gauntlet. Even that shifts his arm out of balance way more than it rightfully should. This whole thing was a little beyond crazy, and he knew crazy. Lita's shift of her sword would be good if he decided to go for a physical strike, which of course, he did not. That damnable silver glow starts around his fists again, though the torrent he unleashes this time dwarfs the previous strike. A swirling ball of energy with him in the exact center, looking almost like a small version of the move's namesake.

As it clears, he stumbles slightly, already rocking on his feet. He's pushing his limits with this fight already, and he's not very confident about the next strike, though its hard to tell from his face alone.

Lita eyes go wide as that glow starts at his fists. She says in a soft whisper, "Oh bloody 'ell..." She can tell that this is going to be trouble. As the glowing energy begins to expand, instincts take over and she dives away from the fighter before hitting the ground and in a roll. She rises to her feet and brings the sword back into an over the shoulder guard again. And this time it becomes clear why she brought it into that guard. It was to bring it close to her sheathe so she could quick latch the sword back into it rather to keep it up in defense.

She takes a stance again but this time, it's more rooted in special forces training or a mixed martial arts. She inches in again, slowly regaining the ground that she lost in trying to get away from the torrent of energy and then she leaps.

The Lieutenant launches herself at Dyre, going for the double leg take down and then she proceeds to deliver some ground and pound raining hammerfist after hammerfist down upon Dyre hoping to put him down and keep him down.

COMBATSYS: Lita successfully hits Dyre with Seeing Red.

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Dyre             1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0             Lita

In his current state, Dyre goes down like a sack of potatoes. This isn't the first time he's been laid out and pounded into oblivion by an opponent. This is the first time its backed up with such absolutely ridiculous strength, artifically induced or not. Either way, the pounding gets to him. Though somewhere in the middle of it he spreads his hands wide, sinking the flaws of his gloves into the floor of the octogon. There's that glow again, he certain likes to stick with that tactic it seems. Though once more the glow sinks into the ground.

He's surrounded by a soft halo for a moment as the ground around him glows, at least twice the size of the warning from the first time he tried that trick.

This is no controlled sphere however, this is an explosion of energy in a swirling raging burst around him, like a small bomb going off. He doesn't seem to bothered about being caught up in it either, if it'll even hurt him in the first place.

COMBATSYS: Dyre can no longer fight.

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Lita             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Dyre successfully hits Lita with XVII Star.

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She continues to deliver hammerfists heedless of those claws digging into the ground at least until she sees that glow by then it's too late to get away. She becomes desperate delivering hammerfist after hammerfist, hoping she could knock him out before he can get the attack off but he just holds on just long enough to turn himself into an energy bomb.

Her body gets lifted off of him and high into the air almost high enough that she ends up in danger range of the JOUST system blowing up before gravity brings her back into the safety range. Her body hits the barrier and then her body goes limp.

Lita Luwanda will not be raising her arms in victory tonight.

COMBATSYS: Lita takes no action.

COMBATSYS: Lita can no longer fight.

There's no stirring from Dyre's side of the mat either. That's was the last of his strength all poured into the attack, and the JOUST system itself looks to be slightly damaged from the assault. After it's clear neither fighter is rising the match is quickly called, medics rushing to the stage to handle the two injured warriors.

Log created on 19:14:47 04/03/2015 by Dyre, and last modified on 18:53:40 04/05/2015.