Match of the Millennium

Description: In the Kombat Chamber, a disgruntled boxer faces off against a skilled Special Forces-trained Interpol agent...

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar slowly stalks into the Kombat Chamber, his khaki suit prepared as best as possible within the narrow confines of Shang Tsung's Palace and his quarters, with the drycleaning equipment he brought in his secondary suitcase. He looks about the chamber at the servants of the sorceror looking on, before he walks around the design of the skull in the center, his black combat boots heel dragging as he stares at the silent ones along the outer edges watching him from the rafters. He turns about as he reaches the other side of the chamber and faces the entrance, slowly reaching to his face and removing his sunglasses, judging the torchlight too shallow for proper vision in a fight. He will have to lose the sense of mystery in his gaze in favor of aim.

Bolivar Diez Montero reaches into the pocket of his suit and withdraws the ring with his yellow soul shard, sliding it onto his right middle finger. It pulses to life with a soft glow.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar has started a fight here.

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Bolivar          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Bolivar equips a twinkling Flaming Yellow Soul Shard.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/-------|

[SENNA]
"Hmph." Senna's already waiting in the Kombat Chamber, looking... well, looking kind of sour, really, hips cocked, arms crossed. Her own yellow Soul Shard glimmers on her ring finger, pulsing slightly, as she unfolds her arms and rolls her head around, popping her neck audibly. She's never heard of her opponent before, and she's pretty sure he hasn't heard of her, so there's no reason for any animosity. Her tone is almost neutral as she brings her hands up, clenching the wrapped digits into fists, hunching forward into a boxing position, feet apart for balance.

But he looks... something about the press of the suit makes her sneer at little. "Hope you don't mind your suit gettin' rumpled," she quips, more just to have something to say. Maybe just trying to calm her own nerves a little. She's already decided that she won't go out of her way to kill this guy... unless he does something during the fight to change her mind.

Settling into her stance she loosens her arms up with a quick flurry of punches, shadowboxing for a couple of seconds before settling down.

COMBATSYS: Senna has joined the fight here.

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Senna            0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Senna equips a glimmering Dusty Yellow Soul Shard.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar stares at Senna, looking her up and down with his hard, cold brown eyes, even as his face softens in quiet analysis. Somebody out of nowhere, just on this island to participate in the tournament for whatever reasons. His inborn natural analysis skills with people does not indicate anything malignant, even an avoidance to use lethal force...But the yellow soul shard indicates that they are both in a fight for their lives. And the quip, annoys him, noting that for all her discipline and quiet pride and humble trappings, she feels the need to use humor, albeit unplanned and expressive. He is a professional, he merely observes. Perhaps she is offering him some friendship? "I have a few replacements in my quarters," Bolivar responds seriously, as he moves into a fighting position, sliding his left foot forward and raising his left arm as a guard, his right hand in reserve for a strike, should he shift into a more combative posture.

[SENNA]
Senna wears her usual outfit--olive drab tanktop, bandages wrapping her hands from fingertip to halfway up the forearm, sturdy black BDU-styled cargo pants, heavy boots. Her lips twist when the man responds seriously, and she offers a nod, not quite fully mocking.

Then she begins advancing. No one ever complained she was too passive or non-aggressive when she fought, that's for sure--she leads out by closing the distance and simply firing a right straight for the bridge of Bolivar's nose. Simple, direct, sharp--she's got the skills of a boxer, though perhaps not the demeanor, as she certainly gives off more of the attitude and air of a brawler.

But her movements are smooth, if not exacxtly graceful, and there's a snap to her punches.

COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Bolivar with Medium Punch.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar loosens his fighting posture as Senna approaches, watching her eyes carefully. However, the lack of sunglasses due to the torchlit chamber allows her to outwit his normal reflexes for the first blow, the punch striking him solidly on the nose and causing him to snap backwards a step, breaking his stance. Off balance, he reels about, a wet sniff issuing forth from his nose as he stumbles sidelong, looking away as he covers his face and mouth with his right hand. He looks away, stepping backwards to stay out of distance for a precious second.

Bolivar's tactical proclivity demands he use a manuever that is not among his usual arsenal, so he snaps around and moves back into range. His right foot reaches out as he attempts to step on Senna's foot, before his right hand thrusts out with a palm push aimed at Senna's left shoulder. If he's successful, he will sneak under her guard and then knock her over, wrenching her ankle about with his pin.

COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Bolivar's Improvised Throw.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
A wince, as Bolivar steps on her foot--a dirty boxing tactic that Senna is all too familiar with. She doesn't let it trip her up, literally, absorbing that palm strike and fading back, twisting her ankle slightly to pull it out from underneath his foot. Her sneer turns into a smirk. "So, it's gonna be -that- kind of fight," she observes, working that ankle around--hurts, but it isn't really damaged yet, she can work with it.

Well... like as to like, she guesses. As a boxer, she doesn't have much in the way of options as regards to range--she's always just tried to get in, stay in, and use speed and power to overwhelm her opponents. So she doesn't shy away from Bolivar, doesn't try to get any separation from him--she lunges forward, looking to clinch with him left-handed, to lock up his guarding arm so she can throw three body blows right into his ribs--and then shift her grip and twist to toss him face-first to the floor.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar dodges Senna's Rib Crusher.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar smiles a cold reptilian smile in response to Senna's observation, gliding backwards once his assault is turned aside. As the lunge comes in, he pushes his guard right into the clinch with a turn of his body and catches it with his own clinch. Before she can swing in with the blows to his ribs, he pirouettes about gracefully, attempting to turn the mutual clinch into an outward clinch as he pulls her arm upwards. He spins about with a whip of his body, before yanking his arm away with a violent wrench and then a push.

Bolivar steps to the side as he watches Senna, doing her the 'honor' of letting her readjust to the spin he just performed on her to evade her manuever, before he swings his right hand in at the side of her neck. It is a chop that comes in diagonally, the Venezualan swinging the edge of his hand in a blade strike for the spot where the tendons along the flank of her neck meet her collar and trunk. It's a quick, surgical blow, sacrificing power for speed and precision, snapping away right after the blow is delivered. It leaves him slightly open for a counter attack, by virtue of his arm being used from above instead of forward, sidelong, or underhand.

COMBATSYS: Senna endures Bolivar's Ruby Carnation.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Senna needs to know how hard he can hit. To know if she can withstand his attacks and make a direct assault or if she has to be elusive and call upon the training she got so long ago. So she stands her ground against that quick attack, grunting as it snaps into her neck. Her head bends one way, her neck the other, but everything holds, and she retaliates immediately, almost reflexively.

She straightens her head back out and, her lips twisted into a grimace from the pain, turns that pain into fuel, and that fuel into forward motion, seeking to crest Bolivar's face with the bony part of her forehead. Done untrained and unpracticed, this is a technique as dangerous to the user as it is to the target--but when you've headbutted someone as many times as Senna has, it just becomes a pure weapon instead.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar auto-guards Senna's Headbutt.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar's hand withdraws and he slides backwards with his toe up on the foot closest to Senna, his left, as she comes in for the headbutt. His left hand shoots upwards as she thrusts his head at his and he catches her on the chin, pushing her backwards and to the side with a rude shove. He slides about at the end of the motion, ending it with his left arm out and between the two of them, his right knee slightly bent and his right fist down and hidden beside him, before it snaps open into outstretched fingers.

Boliver swivels about as he goes back on the attack, his right hand flying out at Senna's forearm. Should he get a firm grasp, he shifts about to shift her offbalance with a smooth sidelong motion, before his leg slides about in a sweep that is punctuated by a thrust of his grabbing arm upwards, meant to torsion Senna to the ground with a bodily sprain along several minor but essential points.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Senna with Medium Throw.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Senna hits the dirt--in an uncontrolled and painful manner. Thrown off-guard and off-balance, she lands hard, grunting in pain again; she forces herself to roll away from her opponent, not far, but enough to give her the space she needs to get back up to her feet, wincing as she does so. A grappler... possibly one of her worst matchups ever. But... she has no alternate path to take, no other method here. She can't stay out of his range.

Setting herself mentally, she drives forward again, tightening her guard, keeping her left arm raised as she lashes out with a series of right jabs, snapping her fist at Bolivar quickly, three, four times, then switching abruptly to a short uppercut, a punch designed to not open her up too much.

COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Bolivar with Rapid Combo.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar isn't prepared for the next drive, attempting to juke backwards, but the speed of the charge catching him with several shots in the face, slowing him down for evading the rest of the assault. His face is knocked about, a bit of blood dribbling out of a split lip, before the next hand hits him with an uppercut to the jaw. He falls backwards in a stumble across the chamber, struggling to stay on his feet but failing as he lands with his left leg outstretched and his hand catching him. He moves back to his feet, turning his head to the side and spitting, before he tightens his lips at Senna and looks at her with a new appraisal of her, approving of her spirit.

Bolivar moves back into range with a quick series of strides across the arena, making eye contact with the lady brawler so she does not suspect his target. It is closer than one would think, with his hand snapping out at her throat with a finger thrust, aiming to pop his fingers right into the center of her wind pipe with a sharp jab of his hand. He comes to a halt after the finger strike is delivered, not wanted to overcommit should the manuever fail, but still wary of being counterstruck.

COMBATSYS: Senna fails to interrupt Choking Cobra Strike from Bolivar with Jolt Hammer.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
The jabbing strike is faster than expected. It shortcuts Senna's response almost before it starts; she's preparing to counterpunch, and then suddenly her windpipe is near collapse, she's choking and gagging, stumbling away from Bolivar. It happened so fast... but she knows what happened, what Bolivar did. She will have to keep a better eye out, for sure, because he's definitely not fighting 'clean'.

Which is, all told, fine with her--she's never been hung up on that. But her skills lean in a specific direction, and her dirty fighting isn't the same as his. It takes some major mental effort to not grab her throat, even for a moment, an ugly, purple-and-green bruise already starting to form. She coughs once, twice, and it sounds awful, raspy.

She spits. "Motherfucker," is her comment, her eyes cold.

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar pulls backwards, his hands at rest in front of him between his ribs and stomach, hopping on his feet for a moment as he retreats. The ring on his finger flares to life as he spins around with blinding speed, his leg lighting up with a bright yellow flare that trails behind his leg as he performs a complete spinning reversal. He spins to the left, and raises his leg at the third quarter point of his turn. He sends his boot-clad foot flying at Senna's lower back, attempting to jam a hard kick into her with a blaze of speed and energy. His arms are held close in to enhance the speed and torque of the pirouette, before his right arm extends to the side as he pulls his leg back, righting himself like a ballet dancer.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the strength of the killing fist.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Bolivar's Toe Kick.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Bolivar's fast, for sure, and it looks like he's boosting himself forward in a flashy manner. Senna turns and hunches in, taking the impact square on her forearms, skidding back a couple of feet from the impact; gritting her teeth, she stamps her right leg back, stopping the skid, and beginning the process of converting stored kinetic energy into motile kinetic energy. It isn't as flashy as Bolivar's glowing flare, but the boxer seems to be frozen in pose for a moment in time, and then she's lunging across the intervening space with a wordless roar, her fists up and in tight until she lashes out.

She hammers space with a double-barreled series of left jabs, a furious, brief storm that ends with a right straight, just like the punch she opened the fight with--but then, gritting her teeth, she forces herself to keep going for a few more seconds, hammering out with her right hand again, throwing a pair of right hooks, snapping the last one to present her right side to Bolivar, arms up, residual energy making her bounce on the balls of her feet.

COMBATSYS: Senna blitzes into action and acts again!

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Bolivar with Shotgun Driver.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Bolivar blocks Senna's Double Hammer.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar gets slammed backwards by the left jabs that cause his face to jam backwards repeatedly, before the right straight rockets into his nose, his face smashing to the side as he turns about. He spins about back into front facing position between the two as he pulls his arms up, the right hooks slamming into his shoulders and biceps as he pulls his arms up around his face and skull, grooving about in a fast recovery from the painful previous blows that caught him. He steps backwards, lowering his guard as he looks at Senna over his loosely presented fists, watching her right side that presents the guard.

Bolivar reaches over to his left arm, sliding his sleeve up as he lifts the back of his hand. He displays a black leather bracer fastened to his forearm, and he slides a narrow kapap blade out f the bracer's sheath along his inner arm. He drops the sleeve and moves into a knife fighter's stance, watching Senna as he slowly moves to her right, getting deeper against her guard as he grins. He swings the blade around into a down position, the slim blade pointing away from his thumb, before he jukes forward with a quick pouncing step. His arm slashes out in a forward backslash, before jamming backwards. Then, to complete the triad, he twists his wrist around and performs a quick downward diagonal stab slashing inwards.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Senna with Delta Slash.

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Senna [E]        1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Shit. Senna hesitates just a moment when the knife comes out, and that costs her. Blood flies in picturesque sprays and arcs as she's slashed up, red staining her clothes, her bandages, streaking her skin. She can't complain, though. She knew this would be no holds barred. She could have brought a weapon--not that she's really skilled with any weapon. This time she -does- hold her wounds, clamping an arm down over the biggest wound to her torso. Pain has her breathing hard, her eyes flaring, her fists tightening down so hard the knuckles audibly crack.

Her vision is starting to flicker--she's not out, but she's not far from it--and she sways for a moment before forcing herself back into fighting position. Lunging forward, she feints a high jab-straight one-two combo, but the right hand only has the barest of high movements before she slams it down and in, looking to strike Bolivar squarely in the gut.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar full-parries Senna's Body Blow!!

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Senna [E]        1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar's knife glides about between his deft fingertips, before he slides the bloody blade back into its sheath with a flick of his wrist, as if he were preparing documents in a law office. Bolivar jerks to the side with his arms down to avoid the feint jabs, one leg dragging as his posture slides to favor the opposite side the punches come from, before he spins about with a hop and a Zipota dance-step to avoid the blow to his gut. This leaves him primed for his next manuever, as his hand lashes out for Senna's shoulder, attempting to pull her down and towards him in a keel movement, before his knee shoots up at her stomach and chest while he hopefully has her forced forward.

COMBATSYS: Senna channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Senna [E]        1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Senna interrupts Junkyard Knee EX from Bolivar with Anvil Breaker.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
There are moments of desperation. In those moments, sometimes, people reach beyond themselves, touch the ineffable, find moments of grace. And here, in Outworld, the men and women who are particpating in this Kombat have been given shards that express that. Senna put the ring on because she was told to; she never thought she'd use it. Indeed, she isn't aware she has, everything for her being frozen in a moment in time.

The ring flares bright, pulsing once, then dims to lower than its usual flare, as she finds herself reacting with a sudden burst of speed, the pain of her injuries temporarily forgotten as she ducks the grab, then shifts her forearms to the side, striking the side of Bolivar's knee thrust and twisting him off-axis.

Then her fists explode out, right hook, left hook, tossing Bolivar's head one way, then the other, then a right uppercut, a long one, connecting just under his chin, and as he reels back from that, Senna turns the stretch from that punch into the windup for a overhand smashing punch to complete the combination.

And then she backs up a step, suddenly slightly woozy as reality comes rushing back in.

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar topples forward as Senna ducks under his grab, before he's thrown to the side with his upward knee and nearly falls over. He's caught, however, by Senna's rapid flurry of strikes, the hooks smashing him back and forth, before the uppercut causes him to go flying towards a wall. The overhand smashing punch brings him to the ground before he reaches it, turning around and falling face first to the chamber floor. He feels his head throb with pain, pushing himself up partially even though his legs refuse to respond for a terrifying moment or two, staring at the obsidian floor.

Bolivar's ring glows again, his body alighting with the soul energy trapped inside the ring, and he pushes himself back to his feet. He slide runs across the arena at Senna, his right hand flaring in the shape of a spinning disc, as he swings his arm upwards with his fingertips presented, aiming behind Senna's jaw with a fingertip uppercut, designed to cause Senna to choke inside her mouth and backwards, with a fast strike made to exert clever power instead of outright force.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the strength of the killing fist.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Bolivar's Quiver Palm.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Senna's vision clears just in time for her to see Bolivar coming. Just in time for her to shift her head, just enough to prevent the full effect of what Bolivar was attempting to do. It's enough, even so, to think that he's really out to kill her. It is, after all, what she signed up for. Kill or be killed, all out combat. That she's on the worse end of it is entirely on her. If she dies her, she will die without complaining.

Working her jaw, she has no words--actually, she's not super sure she can talk right now anyways. Certainly there's enough pain to encourage her to keep her mouth shut. Bringing her hands up once more, she doesn't even notice that her wounds have somehow slowed to an ooze--else she'd probably have bled out well before. Still a danger, though, as she comes in, shifting left and right as she goes, again looking to feint and fake Bolivar's defenses out of position with a series of probing left body jabs before unleashing a strong right hook, a punch that can break open skulls if it hits in the right areas...

COMBATSYS: Bolivar dodges Senna's Hook Punch.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar shifts back and forth, before he turns aside for the right hook, going to his own right side with a quick turn and pull away. His left arm snaps out as he attempts to grab the extended arm and take advantage of his speed and Senna's extended attempt at striking him. If he manages to grab her wrist, his right hand locks upwards and he attempts to do a rapid lift and carry as he turns his back into her, before he flips her over his back by pull his right shoulder forward with the arm over it, and twisting his left side down and backwards.

COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Bolivar's Strong Throw.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Senna pulls her arm back just in time, her expression grim, focused. Right arm pulls back in, and left fist shoots back out. She's still got some forward momentum, and hopefully it'll be enouhg to let her reach as she grabs for the collar of Bolivar's suit.

If she gets that grab, well... she doesn't have the time or finesse, or indeed the mindset, to try anything fancy; she'll plant her feet, pull towards her, and look to throw Bolivar face-first into one of the walls.

For sure it's not a boxing technique but, although Senna's primary focus is boxing, she's learning to adapt to situations and to expand her arsenal... at least a little bit.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar auto-guards Senna's Medium Throw.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[BOLIVAR]
Boliver allows himself to be thrown, but spins about rapidly as he's sent at the wall, striking it with his back instead of his face and bouncing off with acrobatic grace. He moves back at Senna, swinging out with his right arm with a fast forearm strike, his effort merely dynamite athleticism that is with less effort than his usual assaults, but nonetheless rapid and painful should it connect with his target, her face. And then, he freezes in position for a moment, a necessity of that snap force of the attack, before he steps backwards and hops up on two feet to withdraw.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Senna with Hammer Hare Strike.

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Senna [E]        0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

[SENNA]
Senna's head snaps back, and the shot shakes her brain. Her conscious self shuts down, but the subconscious self is still active, at least for a moment. The last attack is... simple, really, as much as her body can handle--a left straight, as she's falling forward, then a brief stop and lunge forward with a right cross.

Impact or not, she's out just after; she can't even pull her right hand back, just falling forward onto her face with no cushioning, no ability to soften her landing, and only the barest of luck keeping her from biting her own tongue off when she lands on her chin.

COMBATSYS: Senna can no longer fight.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Bolivar blocks Senna's Shift Combination.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/------=|

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar bundles up his arms in front of his face, sucking up the right cross with a grunt and a thump issuing from him, before he steps to the side to let Senna fall, unfolding his arms. There's a shout of, 'FINISH HER!' Bolivar slowly turns his head about, listening to the whispers and chatters around him, before he looks down at Senna, considering. Her profile appears clean, and she's on no known danger profiles from his parent body, the United Nations War Crimes Tribunal. At the risk of his revealing his true colors to Shang Tsung, he turns about and walks out of the arena, slowly and surely, pulling his sunglasses out of his jacket and sliding them back onto his face. The whispers grow louder, at his refusal to take Senna's life, or even deliver a brutal blow.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:59:35 10/07/2016 by Senna, and last modified on 19:21:22 10/10/2016.