Match of the Millennium

Description: Peter Zonta, hard as nails and close to retirement, takes a trip to Southtown to track a Shadaloo weapons shipment being delivered to the Syndicate. Meanwhile, a rookie enforcer, known only as Rochelle, is dispatched to deal with the infraction. A swift but decisive battle is fought, between the old generation and the new.

[PETER]
It seems there's been a tourist poking about of late. An older man, likely in his fifties or so going by his steel-gray hair, who came in off of one of the international lines a couple of days ago. While there's really nothing to suggest he's there for anything other than sightseeing at a glance, given his Hawaiian print shirt and plain cargo shorts, certain organizations may have noticed that he's been hanging around the harbor just a little more than a normal tourist would.

Tonight, for instance, he is crouched behind some crates, watching the docks carefully. Very unusual! The fact that he is also noticeably carrying a nightstick and a holstered pistol definitely mark him as more than just the usual rabble that come to check out the local flavor. And with how intently he's scanning every cargo ship and ferry that shows the slightest signs of activity, it's clear that he's searching for something, or perhaps some/one/. It's definitely an investigation of some sort, and that could make certain groups rather... nervous.

[ROCHELLE]
Southtown Syndicate has noticed someone lurking about the docks that shouldn't be here, that has caught sight of a shipment of high grade computer components meant for military industry being unloaded by Southtown Syndicate. Wherever the parts are eventually going, only Syndicate leadership knows, but the importance of the deal makes them paranoid about the law enough to send an enforcer to deal with the interloper. As a cargo container is loaded from ship deck to port base by a tall crane, workers go about their business, the guards not even informed of the incoming incident, although they have been told to be on the lookout of the legbreaker that is being sent to take care of this matter.

Peter would hear the strain of wood beneath motorcycle boots behind him, as the woman without a country, Rochelle, steps to the edge of a high stack of wooden crates full of fruit behind him. She stands with a titanium staff in her right hand, staring downwards with the body of a pinup queen and the outfit of a 1970s bosozuku. And the attitude of a murderous actress blended with just a bit of reticence gained from studying eastern philosophy. There's a faint whirl of her staff as she turns it about demonstrably and plants the other side in her raised left hand.

"This isn't the redlight district, old man."

COMBATSYS: Rochelle has started a fight here.

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Rochelle         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Peter has joined the fight here.

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Peter            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Rochelle

[PETER]
Yep, that looks like some pretty illegal stuff going on there. Admittedly it /could/ be perfectly legit, but it hardly seems practical for such a large shipment to be moved at this time of night. Most shipping companies who aren't worried about the law would conduct their business during the day, where they can actually see what they're doing. If he can figure out /what/ they're shipping, and more importantly, where to, maybe Peter can get a solid lead on this Shadaloo business...

And that's when he hears the sound of someone coming up behind him, obviously on top of those crates judging by the sound. She hasn't attacked him yet, so he turns slowly to face her, trying to avoid provoking any attacks until he's assessed the situation. Glasses shining in the moonlight, he takes in the well-built girl standing atop those crates, watching the movements of her staff. Seems she knows a bit about violence, and given his activities of late, it wouldn't be too far a stretch to say she's probably here as a representative of the local crime syndicate, probably to give him a proper "greeting" for poking his nose into their turf. Words aren't going to help him here, especially with those weapons strapped to his waist.

So instead, showing some surprising swiftness for someone of his age, he launches himself bodily at the crates Rochelle is standing upon, aiming to knock them over and, perhaps, catch her off guard.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle blocks Peter's Medium Strike.

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Peter            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
The assassin watches the apparent tourist carefully, the scrutiny of her gaze unlocking the third eye of her inner psyche and matching his breathing, even as she senses some ill intent. A fight it will be, then. As the surprise direction comes, she ragdolls off the crates to her right into a tight ball and lands on her shoulder, a soft grunt produced as she rolls to her feet, with Zonta to her left side. Her head snaps towards him, and her red painted lips curl into a tight frown, blue eyes beneath exquisitely plucked and crimson dyed eyebrows narrowing.

Rochelle jumps backwards with an armless flip and an impressive show of acrobatic gymnastics, still holding her bo staff with both hands, before she somersaults forward and brings the staff down with both hands, letting the weapon glide forth from her left hand as she brings it down with a definitive strike, aiming anywhere in Peter's general bodily range with the metal staff's stinging kinetic venom.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle successfully hits Peter with Blooming Lily.

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Peter            0/-------/-----<<|==-----\-------\0         Rochelle

[PETER]
Peter isn't all up on these crazy superpowers the kids are sporting nowadays, but he can tell when someone is a trained fighter who's got some bouts under their belt, and this girl is definitely that. She responds incredibly easily to his sudden attack, almost like she saw it coming ahead of time. Now those are some good instincts.

"Not what I'm looking for, youngster." he cracks back, reorienting himself so that she's in his field of view again once he's straightened up from that tackle. As he sees that somersault and the staff coming in toward him, he quickly draws his nightstick in tonfa position and raises it to block... just a moment too late, the titanium rod smashing into his shoulder. Thankfully, he has the experience to step back as well and avoid any broken bones, but something about that blow seems... weak. Deliberately so, like the woman hasn't /quite/ decided to get serious yet. He'll have to take advantage of that.

Since it's out, Peter quickly steps back in again, swiveling the nightstick in his grasp so that the longer end is pointed outward, and he swings it down hard at Rochelle. This is immediately followed up with another strike, this one swiping upwards, as the cop tries to make the most of what little opening he has.

COMBATSYS: Peter successfully hits Rochelle with Nightstick Swing.

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Peter            0/-------/---<<<<|======-\-------\0         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle looks up as Peter rises and comes at her with the tonfa, shifting backwards but still getting caught with the swing down on her, a mewling cry of pain issuing forth, before a haggish, 'AWK!' is produced at the upring swing that sends her from the crouch and onto her back. The night sky spins above her as she writhes on her back, coughing, a bruise forming on her porcelin cheek. She rolls onto her side, pushing her hand to the ground as she curls up, the leather jacket hanging about her covering her for the moment. She expels the pain with a long throat clear, before sucking in air and closing her eyes in a brief meditative stance as she stands back up. Her eyes lid open again, and she frowns.

Staff still at her side, Rochelle takes a two step forward at Peter, before swinging the staff up and around a wide arc at her right, swinging it like a horizontal golf club at Peter's head, before spinning it around above her with a quick shift and bringing it down with both hands atop him in an eloquent yet overly bold assault. As she brings the pole downwards for the second blow, she shouts, "HA!" A lock of hair falls free from her ponytail, the red hair hanging beside her eyes.

COMBATSYS: Peter dodges Rochelle's Power Strike.

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Peter            0/-------/---<<<<|======-\-------\0         Rochelle

[PETER]
Now it seems that Peter has the upper hand, as he has managed to score a clean hit and knocked Rochelle off her feet. As she rolls onto her side, he takes the opportunity to catch his breath a bit and ask, "Are you working with Shadaloo? If you give me the information I'm looking for, you may receive a lighter sentence-" She rises, her eyes closed, apparently... meditating? As they open again, the way her body tenses up registers in his brain as the windup for an attack.

What comes next could be seen as a good show of the value of experience over youth. Although he isn't the fastest guy around, decades of dealing with both professional fighters and amateur thugs have burned themselves into his reflexes, and his MMA training has never really left him despite getting on in years. Almost before he even consciously realizes what's going on, Peter ducks, that staff practically singing as it splits the air just over his head, the wind of its passing blowing against the top of his hair.

After that, Rochelle's overly flashy followup is sidestepped, and in the same motion, Peter closes the distance between them and reaches out to grab her by her top, the nightstick once again in tonfa position as the short end is thrust toward her chin in a hard-hitting uppercut... three times in quick succession, followed by a final horizontal strike aimed at destabilizing her equilibrium. Or, in other words, knocking her flat on her ass again.

COMBATSYS: Peter successfully hits Rochelle with Nightstick Driver EX.

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Peter            0/-------/-<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
"It appears you have ordered the Denver omelette, officer," Rochelle quips at Peter's statement, before her staff flies overhead, and then the titanium instrument of pain slams into the asphalt with a slam that causes it to chip. Then, as she's grabbed by her shirt, she seizes up in angry defiance before she's slammed in the chin by the nightstick, three times, before the nightstick slams across her face and mouth and sends her spinning onto her face, t-shirt beneath the leather jacket torn apart and her red brassiere exposed. Her jaw feeling crooked as she spits up blood from her bit lip, her shoulders hunch behind her, her back to Peter as she feels the world spin. And then, her back seizes back up together, as she gets a sudden second wind of energy.

She presses her body up and around to her feet, pushing off the ground with her staff as a jumping point as her leg lights up with violent crimson chi, a driving wave of the energy around her leg as she springs through the air in a pressure forced jump kick right at Peter.

"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screams, the pitch heard by the nearby guards, who respond with clicks of submachine guns being loaded and cocked.

COMBATSYS: Peter interrupts Golden Storm from Rochelle with Thrown Weapon.
- Power hit! -

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Peter            1/------</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0         Rochelle

[PETER]
Peter does not know what a Denver omelette is, or what relevance it has to this situation. Strange foreign vernacular is not exactly his strong suit, see. He does, at least, know that his opponent is starting to really feel the blows he's landing on her, and... whoops, he didn't quite mean to destroy her shirt like that, but he's sure the local law enforcement can get her a new one if necessary.

"If you're ready to talk, my ears are open and ready to listen." he says, but it seems the girl isn't ready to give up yet! As Rochelle launches herself at him, her leg enveloped in chi, his eyes widen at the strange sight. He'd heard tales of fighters who could charge their attacks with their natural energy, but he never would have thought such tales could be true! Without time to think, the cop simply does the first thing that comes to mind:

He throws the nightstick at her.

Unfortunately, it isn't enough to stop the attack altogether, but it does seem to throw off the point of impact just a bit, enough that while it knocks Peter off his feet and sends him crashing into another stack of crates, he manages to get away with the wind knocked out of him and the buttons of his shirt burned off. Groaning as he tries to catch his breath again, the older man is a bit slower at getting to his feet than Rochelle, his fingers feeling the tender spot on his chest where a good-sized bruise is certain the spawn. If he can't get his bearings again quick, though, he'll be all too open for a followup!

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle lets out a scream as she's smashed in the face by the flying nightstick and sent to the ground in a spin from her momentous attack, far off course. She lays on the ground, on her side, leaking blood from her nose and mouth, her cheek swollen from the sheer force of the accurate throw. She pushes herself to her feet, spitting blood, then wiping it away on the sleeve of her leather jacket. She squints a half-shut eye at Peter, her hands tightening hard over her staff, wringing the titanium surface in a show of tension and rapt aggression.

Rochelle takes a step and then jumps around with a spinning side kick off the ground, the heel of her motorcycle boot aimed to boot Peter over. And then comes the staff as she lands, driven forward with both hands in a hard thrust jab for Peter's hand, to avoid him drawing another weapon.

"Dickhead!"

COMBATSYS: Rochelle successfully hits Peter with Glittering Monsoon.
- Power hit! -

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Peter            1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0         Rochelle

[PETER]
Peter has just managed to get back to his feet, his eyes soon finding his opponent again. Unfortunately, she's already in the middle of that kick of hers, which strikes him right where the last one did and sends him stumbling back into the crates. While he doesn't fall down, managing to immediately lean on the crates for support, he lets out a sharp hiss of pain as the staff smashes into his hand, a wet cracking sound telling him that she's most likely broken at least a couple of bones with that one.

But this is not Peter's first rodeo. He's had his fair share of injuries in his time, and a little pain isn't enough to stop him from reaching into his pocket even as he's struck, his good hand coming out with what is most definitely a taser. He doesn't return the insult; no, if his wife somehow caught wind that he'd called a young girl a prostitute or something, she'd have his head for sure. Besides, as that electrical current fires up between the taser's prongs and he jabs it toward the exposed skin of Rochelle's chest, he's pretty sure she'll get the message.

And he really hopes she does, because with all this yelling, there's no /way/ those guys haven't noticed something going on over here. He's gotta split, and quick...

COMBATSYS: Peter successfully hits Rochelle with System Shock.

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Peter            0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1         Rochelle

[ROCHELLE]
Rochelle bucks backwards with a clench of her body as the taser finds friction between her breasts, the bare ivory skin above the red bra doing little to protect her. As she's electrocuted, she swings and continues to attack Peter, swinging at Peter with a systemic assault of staff moves, not powerful swipes and swings or thrusts, but a great deal of smaller strikes and sweeps and swings and pokes. Normally, she would be quite graceful and dramatic, but the shock mars the natural beauty of her technique and focus, instead causing her to jamble at him with jams and stabs and swipes of the staff. Finally, the pain is too much, and she yanks herself away, attempting a reflexive backflip but only managing to throw herself on her back. She arches her back, a black smoking wound on her chest as she throws her head to the side, before she goes limp.

There's an assault rifle shot in the distance, as guards begin moving in, their hitter taken down.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Peter endures Rochelle's Fibonacci Sequence.

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[PETER]
Maybe it's dirty to use such tactics, but when one's life is on the line, one does as one must. Of course, Peter didn't think that Rochelle would continue to swing at him like that, and he takes quite the beating in spite of his efforts to put her down. On the other hand, even though she hammers away at him, adding more and more bruises and a couple more worrying cracks and even drawing blood with a glancing blow to his head, he weathers the assault and keeps that taser pressed right up against her skin until she finally just... awkwardly flops backwards onto the ground.

Now that he's sure she's down for the count, Peter wastes little time in limping away, stopping only to retrieve his nightstick as he slips off around the corner of a nearby warehouse. Angry guards with assault rifles are not his idea of a good time, and although he didn't get the information he was hoping for, he's at least confirmed that something fishy /is/ going down around here. He just needs to confirm that connection to Shadaloo...

Log created on 02:55:43 10/10/2016 by Rochelle, and last modified on 05:36:39 10/10/2016.