Match of the Millennium

Description: In the darkness of the caverns beneath Shang Tsung's Palace, two fighters low on conversational appeal do talking with the language of Violence instead, as the man known as Bolivar is tested by Shang Tsung's alliance with the Lin Kuei, courtesy of Cyrax.

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar descends into the caverns through an entrance to the dark pit, both of his suits now destroyed. He wears, instead, a tan karate gi provided to him by the servitors of Shang Tsung, although his sunglasses are intact. That fight in the Living Forest was foolish, and had Lotus not spared him for intelligence about his methods and purposes, he would not still be alive. He hears his own foot steps echoing about the lost chambers beneath the palace, his combat boots intact thankfully, as he comes to a stop in the main chamber. His head scans left and right across the torches, the assassin reaching into his gi and withdrawing a yellow ring with a panther head soul shard on the setting.

Bolivar slides the ring into his right middle finger, and it flickers to life with a flash, before enscouncing his right fist in fiery yellow power.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar has started a fight here.

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Bolivar          0/-------/-------|

[CYRAX]
As the mysterious latino man descended down into the caverns, there's little else here to suggest the presence of another soul. Well...LIVING soul. There's plenty of faint wailing, as if the souls of regret line the murky expanses much the asme way they would in any inch of this island. But aside from that, the traces of Bolivar's own existence, and the drip drop of water from the stalactites above, it doesn't seem like there's anyone else here.

Of course, such assumptions are dangerous to make. After all, some know perfectly well how to mask their presence, especially in such desolate and lonely environments such as this. The Lin Kuei have had centuries to live up to their motto: As Stealthy as the Night, As Deadly as the Dawn. The first part of that motto is observed well by the one known as Cyrax, the darkly dressed assassin hidden well by one of the larger stalactites above.

Gripping tightly and stilling his breath, he dared not use anything of his usual tools to scan for his opponent. After all, some of the more modern surveillance tools that could be of use here have telltale mechanical noises, or other indicators that a well trained adversary could use to get the drop on him instead. For now, the assassin waits, hearing the footsteps and breathes of an arrival...but not yet moving to confirm whether it's this Bolivar he had been meant to expect.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax has joined the fight here.

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Cyrax            0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0          Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Bolivar equips a lustrous Flaming Yellow Soul Shard.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar blinks behind his sunglasses, before he reaches up to his face with both hands, slowly sliding them off and sliding them into his gi, into the pocket he drew the ring from. He slowly walks past a demonic face in the cavern wall, looking at it with a grim frown, before he moves deeper inside. He has heard of the Lin Kuei from the legends of those inside the United Nations training cadres, and even studied their grapples with an instructor. Or at least, studied what little was known of them. But that was a lifetime ago. A lifetime before he came to this accursed island, to fight for his life. He moves towards where Cyrax is hiding, looking along a nearby river hewn into the rock by mere persistence. That water can shape rock, is truly a testament to the significance of a people over an individual. In many ways, one life, even one generation, is but a wave against a stone wall, a foundation built by time. Bolivar comes to a halt, inhaling slowly through his nose as he catches the scent of something beside the dim cavern. There's a faint leery feeling that comes over him, as his tendons tighten.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax equips a glowing Aquamarine Soul Shard.

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

[CYRAX]
As Bolivar looks around and takes in the cavern, Cyrax is finally able to pinpoint the man's presence, and glance down. Confirming him as Bolivar, his opponent as proscribed by Shang Tsung, the Lin Kuei slowly tracks him from above, holding on carefully to the stalactite he hangs from.

As Cyrax's target pauses and seems to scan for something amiss, the assassin slowly starts to move. Reaching down to his belt, he gathers something into his hand....then suddenly, with the cracking of rock and tumbling of pebbles, he lets go, both of the stalactite and the object in his hand: the object that reveals itself to be a metallic mesh net that electrifies in mid air as it tries to drop and drape over Bolivar with a surprise attack.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar blocks Cyrax's Electro Net.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar slowly turns his head to the side and tilts his chin upwards in a threat posture, as he sees a shadow cast to his side by a torch shift. And then, as the electro net drops, he shifts about and turns, hearing the crackle. With a whirl, he puts his arms above his head and drops to a kneel, preventing the worst of the charge from catching his vital points, instead soaking it up through his upper body. Grunting as his body spasms but locks up in a low position, he hurls the net off, his outfit smoking with criss-crossed lines.

The UN operative reaches to his left sleeve and pulls it back as he raises his arm, withdrawing a narrow kapap knife from the inner sheath that runs along his arm. He frowns strongly, clenching his teeth as he spots Cyrax above him. He swivels the knife about to downblade, after rolling it into his palm with his fingers, and jukes to the side, watching as he bends his knees. He performs a quick jump to the side, and bounces off the wall with a tidbit of parkour to launch himself at the assassin on the ceiling. He slashes with a back slash of the knife twice, twisting about with his left hand turning himself about with a palm on the cave's protruding rocks to get a last, downward cut in, before he drops to his knees, crouched.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax blocks Bolivar's Delta Slash.

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

[CYRAX]
A faint sound of irritation comes as Cyrax lands, only barely audible even in the solitude of the cave due to the echoes of their movements scattering through the cavern. He had hoped to fully capture Bolivar with that net, but his reflexes were clearly quick enough to prevent it.

Which means Cyrax will have to do this properly again, it seems. As the UN Operative flashes out his knife and jumps to the side, the assassin prepares. The acrobatics aren't something he expected from his prey, but his own training knows enough in how to prepare for it once he sees in. The Lin Kuei leaps up as well, meeting the slashes with his gauntlets on his wrists. The strokes slide off the metal, leaving thin nicks across his arms that draw blood, but only just. The final downward cut is leapt back from, leaving them with distance beween, and Cyrax's brow narrowed as he glared at Bolivar. It doens't seem like either are much for talk when they can avoid it...which suits Cyrax just fine, really.

It makes it easier for him to focus on the task at hand, after all. Wet sounds echo as the Motswana pursues again, strides advancing on Bolivar before his entire body turns in a strange way, a rising backspin kick trying to lift Bolivar into the air, with the Lin Kuei ready to grab him out of the air and slam Bolivar down should he get lifted up properly.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar blocks Cyrax's Power Plant.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar slides his knife away into his bracer, letting the sleeve fall over it with a downward flick of his wrist. He watches carefully as the Lin Kuei lands, and then takes a step backwards as he's approached at steady throttle. He rises as he backs up, his arms moving upwards to prepare. The kick knocks him up into the air and flips him backwards, but as the grab comes to throw him into the air, Diez's hands snap back onto Cyrax. He grunts and stares Cyrax dead in the eyes in close quarters as he wrenches close to Cyrax to resist the slam by thrusting his own feet into the ground and pulling Cyrax down with him, the bodyslam negated, but the kick causing his ribs to ache.

Bolivar's arms about Cyrax's triceps python forward, if possible, to grab under the shoulders of his foe, and grip him with his painter's fingers digging in with calisthenically trained steel force. He twists about, and aims to throw Cyrax headfirst into a nearby wall, aimed to plunge his head into a nearby carving of a monstrous face, to take advantage of the irregular surface. No extra damage from such a thing, of course, but the pain and insult should be enough to elucidate Cyrax's point.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the strength of the killing fist.

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

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Cyrax with Medium Throw.

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

[CYRAX]
The spinning, launching kick seeming to hit home gives Cyrax the feeling that he has the momentum on his side again, but when Bolivar is able to reverse his momentum and replant his feet despite the assassin's attempted grab, it's clear it's not going to be anywhere near that easy.

And with his arm snaked around, the leverage is on Bolivar's side now, turned and tossed straight toward a stone carving in the wall. Despite attempts to mitigate the blow, the Motswana ends up crashing hard into it. A pained grunt echoes through the cavern along with the crack and crumble of rock, as well as the splash of the Lin Kuei's landing.

Grunting and pushing himself back up to a crouch, Cyrax glares hard at the agent, wiping the blood from his face, before darting back up again. Footfalls verberate through the cavern as he tries to pick up the pace to piston several rapid punches straight toward Bolivar's chest. At the very least, batter his guard and break it down a little.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar interrupts Rapid Jabs from Cyrax with Dragging Limb Flip.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar takes a step backwards after the Lin Kuei he's battling hits the cavern wall, extending his left arm loosely with the palm diagonally sidling towards the floor and his knuckles loosely in, his right fist crooked upwards and near his jaw, held to his side as he stands somewhat sidelong.

As Cyrax charges forward, Bolivar's hands go to work, knocking aside the jabs as he backpedals in a circular motion, taking a shot to the solar plexus and grunting as he falls backwards, before he swiftly ducksteps to the right and allows a fist to hit his shoulder. He twists about as he lets the jab overextend from hitting the wrong shift-point, and grabs the arm with his right hand at the bicep. His left hand snaps into place around the wrist and he flips Cyrax over his shoulder with a curving swing of fulcrum inertia manipulation.

Bolivar steps back as he views his fallen foe, rolling his shoulder to restore movement.

[CYRAX]
The frustration that Cyrax feels, not being able to land a clean shot yet on Bolivar, shows in his aggression as he drives shot after shot toward the man. And while it seems like shots are leaking through, he ends up quickly disabused of the notion when he finds one punch suddenly grabbed and his entire body flipped over into another hard landing, the momentum shift jarring, and the landing even more so.

There's still not much of a sound outside of faint grunts of pain. Realizing that up close is not working, the Assassin is forced to retreat, a quick leap back away from Bolivar...but not without a parting gift, as the faint light of the cavern refracts through the glass of the small cask of volatile liquid he tosses as a gift, one that would leave an explosive surprise once it shatters on the cave floor.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the spread of the lightning nerves.

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

COMBATSYS: Cyrax successfully hits Bolivar with Bomb.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar is unprepared, as he watches Cyrax, for his next move. The cask of liquid exploded in fire and shards of broken glass, blowing him off his feet from pain, as opposed to the shockwave that rattles through his bones and internal organs. He wheezes on the floor, head lolling left, looking at his outstretched arm and bleeding fingers. He rolls about on the ground, taking a few crawling motions to move away from Cyrax with his back turned, before he turns about to search for him, his eyes flash shocked from the explosion as he looks about, limping backwards until he backs into a wall.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar gains composure.

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

[CYRAX]
The bomb does its job, not only blowing Bolivar off his feet and leaving the impression that the Lin Kuei had hoped for, but it covered Cyrax's tactical retreat enough to give him time to shift locations as he crawls away.

When Bolivar looks around through dazed eyes, it's hard to see where Cyrax might have gone. The man seems to know how to hide his presence well. But he doesn't have to wait long before the sound of something metallic extending from the dark can be heard, Cyrax pouncing out from behind a stalagmite and attempting to assault from his opponent's blindside with a series of vicious sawblade slashes aimed across his chest.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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

COMBATSYS: Bolivar blocks Cyrax's Saw Enough.

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

[BOLIVAR]
One of the saw blades cuts across Bolivar's shoulder, causing a scream of pain, before he swings about to face Cyrax. He dodges to the down as the saw flies over his head, before he snaps his hand out to catch the sawblade before it can cut him again. He pushes the saw aside with a shove and churning pivot between upper and lower body, before his right arm flashes out for Cyrax's left shoulder.

"Who do you serve, Earthrealm or Outworld?" Bolivar hisses, looking Cyrax dead in the eye. Cyrax's profile is neutral mercenary, neither dangerous nor benign, so affiliation matters to Cyrax's future treatment, should Bolivar come out on top.

Then, Bolivar's grasp, if he can hold it there, pulls at Cyrax to force him down with a piston pump, before his knee rockets upwards, aiming to slam into Cyrax's chest with a powerful rib cruncher. His tall, sleek dancer's frame assists, with a basic Zipota fighter's build, taught SEAL and prison fighting from an early age. And of course, the police of United Nations special forces.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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

COMBATSYS: Cyrax dodges Bolivar's Junkyard Knee.

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

[CYRAX]
The wrist-mounted circular blade extended from Cyrax's gauntlet slashes out, but only so much before his wrist is stopped and pushed away, forcing the assassin's arm away. Pivoting with the momentum, the blade is hidden away again by the time Cyrax faces bolivar again. "I serve my clan, that is all you need to know!" he snaps. And it's true to an extent. HIs participation isn't out of loyalty or allegiance to Outworld, but to the Lin Kuei (who just happen to be in Shang Tsung's service, but that need not be known outright...).

Besides, his actions will speak for themselves, as they do when the assassin is able to pivot away again before Bolivar can solidify his grasp, and backflips away to make some space. But he doesn't stay pat there for long, reaching for his side again, as if preparing yet another bomb...except quickly, his arm extends out, the gaunlet on one arm opening up again, and rather than simply extending out a buzzsaw, one fires straight out toward Bolivar, trying to embed it straight into his central mass.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax successfully hits Bolivar with Sawblade.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar grits his teeth in irritation as the ninja slips away from him, and his knee finds nothing, kicking out before he withdraws to a forward tilted stance. At the word that Cyrax is a warrior serving an unknown cause, Bolivar is forced to assume Outworld status, the assassin internally marking him for disposal. A messy system, one that will haunt Bolivar regardless of the outcome of this fight, simply on the judgement of his mental decision alone.

Bolivar isn't expecting the saw blade to go projectile, and takes the edged disc right to the chest, screaming a high pitched wail as he stumbles backwards. His arms and hands shake and quiver as he keels forward, touching the serrated edge that emerges gingerly, looking up at Cyrax with anger and fear. The superstitions surrounding the tournament well about his mind, fully realizing that he's just received a lethal threat.

Bolivar charges forward, even as his chest leaks blood that drips underneath his feet for imprint foot steps, and pulls his leg back in a soccer kick. He thrusts his leg upwards with a boot at Cyrax, aiming between his legs with a hard groin shot, meaning to disrupt his entire chakra system via a move that most men would refuse to even consider performing on another man, with such force.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax blocks Bolivar's Toe Kick.

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

[CYRAX]
The threat is lethal under most circumstances. And far as Bolivar could tell, it would be, the assassin doesn't seem exactly about to dissuade that impression after all. This is Mortal Kombat after all, the threat of death lingers over everything, even those under certain protection.

Regardless, For the first time in the fight, Cyrax manages to provoke Bolivar into coming after him rather than vice versa. THe rather...direct, simple strike universal around the world is one that even experts are still meant to expect, since...well, such vitals are easy targets. Cyrax knows that well and good, eyes widening and arms coming down to meet the boot at the ankle, legs shifting profile in order to minimize any further contact as well. The force causes thin fractures in the metallic gauntlets, but better that than breaking Bolivar's original target.

Narrowing his eyes, Cyrax reaches back toward his belt, finding another cask. The faint glow of green from a jewel on his uniform, standing out all the more from the darkness of the cave, illuminates before the cask is tossed down, erupting in a plume of blue smoke and concussive force. And if Bolivar is unlucky enough to get caught up and launched by it?

Well, Cyrax will be there in the air to meet up, the smoke covering his swift ascent as he aimed to grab the INTERPOL agent, turn him upside down, and drive him down into the cave floor, foot braced against the underside of his jaw for extra impact.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax channels the strength of the killing fist.

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

COMBATSYS: Cyrax channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the spread of the lightning nerves.

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Cyrax [E]        0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      [E] Bolivar

COMBATSYS: Bolivar full-parries Cyrax's Cyberdriver!!

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar's leg notches backwards as soon as Cyrax blocks, a rare smile on Bolivar's face despite the effort resulting in a deflection. He shifts to a back posture, and then as the cask is tossed down, Bolivar leaps away and performs a handstand from a leanback and lands on his feet, his arms out at his sides as he backpedals into a ready stance.

As Cyrax comes after him with the grab and turn, Bolivar grabs Cyrax's wrists and the smile turns into a grin, allowing the turn but then refusing to let go and be drilled into the floor, instead grabbing Cyrax with his own momentum to wrench his arms about. He pushes Cyrax and releases, before he reaches to the leather bracer beneath his sleeve and withdraws his kapap knife again.

"Sorry, friend." Bolivar charges forward at Cyrax, while Bolivar has the Lin Kuei at a disadvantage from his contortion evasion, and charges his shoulders downwards into what appears to be a tackle. His blade lashes out at Cyrax's stomach, with a hard stab at Cyrax's guts that transitions into a lift into the air.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax blocks Bolivar's Rhino Knife EX.

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

[CYRAX]
Unfortunately, it seems like the element of surprise wasn't quite on Cyrax's side, the attempted sneak attack failing terribly with Bolivar's reaction sense completely subverting the timing of that precarious attack.

Left on the ground in further pursuit of Bolivar, the Assassin's attempt to salvage the grab doesn't quite work either, his terget pushing him away and withdrawing a knife while the Motswana still recovers. It's only his own training and reaction that keeps him from being gutted on the spot, deflecting the knife aside and getting a wide cut along his side for his trouble. "Nnghhh...." Blood spilling from the wound, Cyrax lifts up a leg and thrusts a foot outward to try and forcibly kick the military-trained man away back into the recesses of the dark.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar auto-guards Cyrax's Front Kick.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar moves past Cyrax as he narrowly misses a disembowelment of his foe, and slides around to face the Lin Kuei again as he slides his bloody knife back into his leather bracer, flexing his outstretched fingers before he clenches them into a fist, the knife safely secure.

The kick is met by Bolivar's left arm, smacking it aside. He waits a moment for Cyrax to reposition from the failed attack, knowing that his prey may move to a defensive stance, which is Bolivar's plan. His right hand then swipes out with a finger thrust, aimed directly at Cyrax's Adam's apple, or at least, just above it.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Cyrax with Choking Cobra Strike.

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

[CYRAX]
With his kick knocked aside, Cyrax tries to recover into a quick defensive posture...just as planned, apparently, as the sudden thrust to his throat is fast enough that Cyrax can't quite react to it in time. The strike forces Cyrax to reel and gasp for breath slightly, but it's not enough to keep him too stalled.

Even as he tries to regulate his breathing again, the Lin Kuei is able to power through and advance on Bolivar again, a hooking shot to the head followed by a short uppercut toward the chin. The surprise might come when another bomb is suddenly produced, and swung point blank toward the knife-fighter's chest, trying to blow him back and way with the forceful blast of the ruptured cask.

COMBATSYS: Cyrax successfully hits Bolivar with Mustard.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar is slammed across the facee by the hook, his fists opening to fingers as spit flies out of his mouth and his eye squeezes shut on the affected surface of his skull, before the uppercut snaps his head backwards. The bomb sends him flying backwards into one of the rivers inside the cavern, landing on his back amidst the babbling subterranean brook. He seethes, briefly, climbing to his feet and breathing raggedly. His posture loose, he moves back into a fighting stance, although his body language is not nearly as tight as it was at the beginning of their duel.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar gains composure.

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

[CYRAX]
With the vicious, explosive combo hitting home, Cyrax doesn't bother letting up. SEeing Bolivar fly away, he's as quick in pursuit as his state currently allows, blocking out the pain of his wounds the best he can. Rasping breathes waft through the cavern as he gets in range again of Bolivar again as the man tries to get some breath back in him. The assassin knows he has to keep the pressure on now, a hard sweep kick leveled for the knife-fighter's knees to try and send him buckling to the ground again.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the spread of the lightning nerves.

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

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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

COMBATSYS: Bolivar fails to interrupt Sweep from Cyrax with Quiver Palm.

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar squints at Cyrax as he comes in, stepping forward with a low martial arts move intended as a counter. But then, he misjudges Cyrax's intent with a brutal movement of his guard upwards for the assault, and takes a sweep to both legs. He emits a scream as he's sent to the ground, incapacitated and with his knee violently wrenched to the side. He shakes, his leg trembling.

[CYRAX]
Standing up after the sweep, Cyrax held a hand to his side, trying to staunch the bleeding from earlier along his side, and his vision obscured by the blood down his face from the crash into the cave wall. Feeling the moment and knowing this may be the time to go in for the proverbial kill, he treads softly, as if wary for any sudden movement from Bolivar.

But once he's close enough? He snaps into movement, one fist tightened and driving a punch straight toward the military fighter's chest to try and end it...and if that wasn't enough, the saw from his gauntlet extends out, revving up and trying toc cut into his downed foe...though the strange glow from his gem seems to keep his hand, preventing the blade from going deep enough to where it could be a fatal blow if scored.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar endures Cyrax's Tooth and Nail!

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

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar screams as the saw is thrust into his chest aside the blade already lodged there, his bones grinding against the spinning blade after being depressed by the powerful punch. His legs spasm as his hands grip Cyrax's wrist, his neck arching and head wrenching upwards. He fights until the blade is removed, then falling limp, bloody and battered.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar takes no action.

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Cyrax [E]        0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Bolivar can no longer fight.

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[CYRAX]
With the blade doing its work, Cyrax pulls his arm away, looking down at the fallen Bolivar. Once again, he was stopped from delivering what should have been a lethal finishing blow...but this time, he expected it, knowing that some force is keeping him from using fatal force. Not hard to understand just what.

Regardless, Cyrax remains standing over, a fist raised in the air as was the Lin Kuei victory salute. Bringing his fist back down, he pressed it up against the jewel embedded in his fighting uniform...and felt the same strange feeling he felt after the strange mage from before made her concession.

Feeling the faintness coming from further blood loss, the Lin Kuei left Bolivar to his own devices, defeated but still spared. Still...it wasn't an easy victory, and even with that, something uneasy kept building in the assassin's head, especially as the shard's glow flared up even more...

Log created on 20:58:44 10/31/2016 by Cyrax, and last modified on 09:19:55 11/03/2016.