Match of the Millennium

Description: Location: Thailand - Ikari Warriors have pinpointed the location of where the remains of fighters from the Mortal Kombat tournament had been acquired and stored. A simple refrigerated warehouse, owned by a front company underneath Violet Systems, and by proxy, G-Corporation. While leaving it place is normally the right course of action, the word quickly reaches the Ikari Warriors that the remains were being moved, relocated to a laboratory. Faolan's mission, should he choose to accept it, is to find and intercept the remains, and identify the location where they will be relocated to. But with Henchman on hand to guard the remains, he will have to deal with the guards by stealth or by force, before the remain are shipped out overseas for whatever sinister purposes.

[HENCHMAN]
Somewhere in the southern reaches of Thailand, near an otherwise unassuming port at sundown...
The Ikari Warriors have picked up most interesting intel about remains from those who died during the Mortal Kombat incident. Somehow, much of it survived the trip back to Earthrealm. There are many questions one could raise about the metaphysical nature of existence, life, and death - the idea that there are just so many spare body parts of people who died, and yet now live again. Also, it's kind of gross and also disrespectful? That's the low-brow reasoning, for those soldiers who are presently recovering from severe concussions.
The point is quickly being lost. Faolan's mission, should he choose to accept it, is to locate where the remains are stored... and discover where they may yet be delivered. All intel points to the objectives being within cold storage, prepared for shipping and transport.
Security officers dressed in a deep, dark violet sweaters with a pair of suspenders over black trousers and matching boots make their way up and down the perimeter of a refrigerated warehouse owned (supposedly) by some company called Indigo Purple Valley. The crashing waves against aging docks seem thirsty for whatever inconvenient items or people humanity is looking to be rid of at a given point in time.
Their patrol proves easy enough to follow, with clear weaknesses to exploit to allow one to insert themselves inside the docks. (Don't worry. The setting sun won't tell anyone.)

[FAOLAN]
So this was it. A mission where Faolan is the point man. Well in all honesty he is the only man involved in this mission as far as the infiltration part goes. Why he was chosen for a mission that relies more on stealth than brute force is beyond him. Even so he is an Ikari Warrior and if Heidern wanted him on this mission who is he to argue with the old man? "Yeah I got them all in my sight. Took a patrol around and no one saw me." he murmurs into a small communication device held by one hand as the other grips his bata firmly.

He goes silent and slinks further back among some crates as a patrol passes. "Gonna try to get in closer. Will let you know how it works. Faolan out." It is time to rely on parts of his training he hasn't used in quite some time and he doesn't even trip as he looks to rush through a break in the patrols and move further in. His gaze darting back and forth as he does his best to stick to the shadows. He isn't exactly the smallest of people so finding good spots to hide and wait aren't always easy to find.

He eventually ends up settled in among some barrels. He remains crouched down and his head peeks up a bit to peer about to see if anyone is around and he waits for a bit to see if he catches sight of anything or maybe some passing talk from patrols that might come through the area.

[HENCHMAN]
Faolan's chosen barrel has some fish in it to keep him company. They would probably appreciate commentary about the perfume choice they have made for their later mass burials after a hearty meal. It's a very strong, natural scent they think will be a hit! Well, thought would be a hit, before they were caught.
While Faolan and the fish get acquainted within their shared space, a few of the guards come together for discussion. They don't look too heavily armed. Handguns are a given, as are cudgels. They aren't that well-equipped.
"...In three days?" Asks one of them.
"That much longer?" Asks another. "This weather's hell on the uniform..."
"A temporary delay. The refrigeration systems are in full working order. Just keep up your guard until it is time to make the transaction."
That's useful enough. The group of them go their separate ways. One of them moves to head inside the warehouse, which appears to be digitally locked to an ID card. If Faolan moves fast, and trusts his luck from the sound of the crashing waves, he could just help himself right behind the guard just entering the warehouse and work from there.

[FAOLAN]
Faolan seems to have chosen poorly on where he should hide. At least it isn't as bad smelling as some of the stuff he has dealt with on other missions. He just has to hold his breath and listen. And hopefully not inhale fish water or the like.

He leans forward some and the barrel lightly shakes from it when he listens to the men. Three days huh? Well that should be enough time to get some backup in to help out if he finds out it is worth breaking out the heavy guns. Right now he is outnumbered, but he also doesn't feel really threatened given how these guys are armed. Poor bastards probably haven't ever been in a real fight.

Then he sees what he thinks is his window. The group is split up and one is going into the warehouse. He just has to be swift and nimble. Two things he isn't really known for as he climbs out of the barrel and makes a mad dash to try and get through the door before it closes and not draw the attention on the guard he is quickly approaching.

[HENCHMAN]
"Something's fishy," sniffs the guard who just unwittingly allows an intruder inside, as they slowly turn their head to face Faolan.
We're not even going to pretend they stand a chance against an Ikari Warrior.
After Faolan disposes of them in whatever fashion he sees fit (there's a handy open box right there to put the body in!), he'll be contending with low lighting, and chilling cold. His very breath leaves a spectre of exhaled air, which dissipates into the nothingness as he'll be left to tour the cold storage by his lonesome.
There are shelves upon shelves of foodstuffs tightly packed into unmarked packaging on the shelves. The loud hum of refrigerator systems permeate the halls and open storage areas, which provide both ample masking of his footsteps... and others', if any.
Faolan might also find there's still a fish attached to the back of his pants. (It might be handy to use in an emergency.)
There are some tags present listing where the shipments might be going to. At least one stands out, right out there in the open.
There's a tag addressed to Southpoint Canine Laboratory, complete with handling instructions and safety codes in line with what one would expect for human remains (if in a highly unusual place). Could what he be looking for be found in this section...?

[FAOLAN]
Oops, well he was doing so well at not being spotted, but the smell of fish probably didn't help in this case. He just gives a big, wide grin when the guard turns about and waves his hand. "Hi."

What happens next is best not to be said. The result though is the guard being chucked into the handy open box that was found and the lid placed on it. Once that little mess is taken care of Faolan takes in his surroundings and hmms a bit to himself. "Southpoint Canine Laboratory huh?" He clucks his tongue and then reaches for his communications device. "Ey, it is me again. Inside the freezing unit and it looks like our sources were correct. Defenses are pretty light so I say at best maybe half a dozen in case there was some incoming reinforcements I don't know about. Got three days."

He switches off the device and pockets it once more. His bata lightly taps at a crate before he decides to explore further. After being in the muggy Thailand weather being in here is kind of nice. A shame he is kind of wet and slimey from all the fish so that is kind of making things not as comfortable temp wise. He finally notices the fish in his pocket and he pulls it free. "Heh. Sorry buddy. Just not your day."

[HENCHMAN]
"That's my line." Speaks the fish. Wait... fish don't talk. The voice is much too low and gruff for a dead fish of that size. If Faolan looks up from the poor creature whose life has been traded to become sustenance for someone else, he can see one of the sweater-clad goons standing at one end of the aisle that Faolan's on. He's big, he's mean, he's got a scowl that shows off that he takes great care of his teeth.
Another, less distinctive blonde-haired fellow wearing shades and a flu mask shows up at the other end. He's more average in build, but lacking in matters of clever one-liners as he starts to approach.
"You can tell all your fishy buddies 'sorry' when we toss you into the sea," threatens the bigger, heavy-set looking guy who - pound for pound - looks like more than a match for the burly Faolan.
If only by looks, as he smacks a big fist into his palm. Rudimentary fighting skill, all muscle. Then there's that other guy who just doesn't really stand out one way or another.
Looks like there's only one way out of this one.

COMBATSYS: Henchman has started a fight here on the right meter side.

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                                  |-------\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Muscle has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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                                  |-------\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  //////////////////////////////]
                                  |-------\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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Faolan           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  //////////////////////////////]
                                  |-------\-------\0         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
A brow quirks. Then Faolan quickly realizes apparently there was more than one guard inside of the facility. Perhaps he got a bit too overconfident as he soon finds himself looking over towards one big dude and one not so big dude. "Oh, hey. Your buddy was nice enough to let me in. No worries about showing me out." He says with a smirk.

Well he tried to do it the way Heidern wanted him to. He was doing his best to be stealthy, but right now there is no use to continue doing that. He just has to hope his fighting doesn't draw too much attention. "Well then. I guess there is only one thing to do, fellas." He lightly tosses the fish at the face of the bigger man of all people and he quickly lunges forward. Big poses more threat, but the smaller one is probably one of those guys that like to flee and sound the alarm. God he hates those guys. That is probably why the smaller of the two baddies is soon finding himself the victim of Faolan's bata coming down right atop his head.

COMBATSYS: Henchman blocks Faolan's Medium Strike.

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Faolan           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

[HENCHMAN]
Faolan's bata comes right down on the smaller guy's skullcap. He looks like he puts up his hands to try to catch it, but he's not strong enough to overcome Faolan's strongarm smashin'. The most charitable thing that can be said is that he falls onto his back from being shoved down, rather than being concussed. Faolan's physical strength is no joke.
The bigger guy flinches as the fish glances off his face, snarls, and comes roaring in from behind Faolan with a balled-up right fist against the back of his head, and a left. Simple brutish boxing, while the smaller of the two looks to try and shove Faolan back while they stand back up.

COMBATSYS: Faolan dodges Henchman's Quick Throw.

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Faolan           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan blocks Muscle's 1-2 Punch.

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Faolan           0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
The Irishman hehs a bit as he knocks one guy down, but perhaps not as hard as he would have liked to. "Not as fragile as I thought." His attention though is forced to shift more towards the man still standing. He comes in quicker than Faolan anticipated, but he manages to deflect the first punch with his bata before turning a bit to take the brunt of the strike on the shoulder. It actually works well in this case because it does make Faolan sort of stagger back a bit and unintentionally avoid the grasp of the smaller man who was trying to trip him up while getting back onto his feet.

With the larger man the more pressing matter at the moment Faolan decides to retaliate and show the brute that fighting an Ikari isn't perhaps the best idea he has made in his life. He brings that bata about and tries to hook the end in something on the larger man's outfit. If it connects it will release an electrical like shock through the body of the big man before tugging him forward into a big elbow to the chest. "You guys picked the wrong line of work. Can be pretty dangerous at times."

COMBATSYS: Muscle Toughs Out Faolan's Saying Hello!

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Faolan           0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

[HENCHMAN]
Fighting an Ikari is a terrible idea in an even battle. The aisles aren't especially narrow, but unless one is willing to trash the shipments, there just isn't much room to maneuver. If anyone tried to run, it wouldn't be hard to line up a shot with the handgun.
The bigger brute clenches his teeth as the bata hooks into his suspenders and discharges electricity. He makes all the sounds and motions someone might make of an unexpected electrical shock - the wavering groans, the twitching of their limbs...
When Faolan pulls in for a finishing elbow strike, there's a bit of a problem. Which is to say, the big guy's arms are already trying to wring themselves around Faolan's head, and shove him down to the cold, but now slightly wet and slick, warehouse floor. (The dead fish apologizes for this inconvenience.)
The other guy keeps his fists raised as he walks side by side across the space of the aisle, like a bit of poor choreography victim to camera work that should not have left him in frame.
"It's a living," the other guy says, conversationally.

COMBATSYS: Henchman focuses on his next action.

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Faolan           0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan fails to interrupt Faceplanter from Muscle with One for the Road.

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Faolan           0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
Getting in close was all part of the plan. He knew the big brute would just want to try to grapple him because in all honesty that is what big brutes do. They punch and grapple. Faolan knows this well because he does that often himself in a bar brawl or the like. "That is right. Come to....URGK!"

Maybe Faolan was getting cocky here because he was looking to jab the big guy in the stomach with his bata, but instead he finds himself slipping on the slick floor and gets caught in the clutches of the brute.

He flails some and he eventually wiggles free and skids backwards a bit to where he has a bit of distance between the two guards and he tries to get his wits about him once more. "Okay okay. I gave you that one." He better be careful not to give more than that or else it could spell big trouble for the Ikari.

[HENCHMAN]
"Shocked to find you aren't so tough, huh." Oh come on, the big guy's not allowed to make the clever quips! This is wrong on so, so, so many levels, as he backs away and smashes a hand into a palm.
The other guy comes up behind Faolan - evidently having the Trash Mob Sense to have moved to keep to around Faolan's back for his otherwise smart idea to get distance and also keep both of them to one side of him - trying to grab their dominant arm and lock it behind them while the other hand moves to press on their back.
"You want to throw him into the ocean?" Asks the less distinctive, average guy as he makes the attempt.
"Pff. Maybe we ought to brig 'em first, figure out who sent the guy." They're talking as though this whole matter is a simple, done deal, that they've gotten the best of an Ikari Warrior.
What little do they know...

COMBATSYS: Muscle takes no action.

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Faolan           0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |=------\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Henchman successfully hits Faolan with Surprisingly Effective Arm Bar.

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Faolan           0/-------/---<<<<|=====--\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////////  ]
                                  |==-----\-------\0         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
The comment just brings a smirk to Faolan's face. He lets the big man make his little quip and says nothing. There is just a bit of a glint in his eye and he looks ready to just headbutt the snark right out of the guy.

The problem he has actually forgotten about the smaller of the two for a brief moment and pays for it. He tries to twist at the last moment, but he finds his arm gripped and he almost drops his bata in the process. Something that only seems to make him even more mad. "Oh hell no."

That arm is wrenched about, but Faolan looks to use his strength to pull the smaller guard up and around to where his free hand can grip the man by his shirt. He looks to heft him up afterwards and toss him up high and forward, aiming to let him just land in front of his friend's feet.

COMBATSYS: Henchman blocks Faolan's Medium Throw.

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Faolan           0/-------/--<<<<<|=====--\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  /////////////////////////     ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

[HENCHMAN]
The smaller of the two lowlives finds himself hurled clean over Faolan, towards the other one. There is an imminent bodily colli--
The bigger, burlier guy catches his less notable partner in crime and gently sets him to his feet. Aw, that's kind! As far as nameless thugs go, they really must get along well then, huh?
"Oh hell yes." The big guy snarls, as he takes off towards Faolan, leading shoulder first to try and ram his back up against some other shipment of lesser plot consequence. Look, the customer for that set of deliveries won't be happy, but sometimes you just got to prioritize when you got a leak.
The smaller guy picks up that dead fish and gives it a good pitching huck. It's a competent curveball, by pitching terms, just going wide of his bigger buddy's head, looking to smack him upset the head with a wet dead fish of modest size.

COMBATSYS: Muscle successfully hits Faolan with Ramming Speed.

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Faolan           0/-------/<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////      ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan blocks Henchman's Weakened Aimless Aim.

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Faolan           0/-------/<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////      ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
This.....this is not what Faolan was expecting when things started out. He wasn't expecting things to be easy, but these two are a bit more than he expected to be. At least he got his communications through. The downside is the rest of the Ikari probably won't be inbound for a few more hours. He has to try not to die in the meantime and end up part of the shipment.

The big man charging him is slow and plodding. Even someone who isn't too quick on his feet like Faolan thinks he can move out of the way. "HURK!" That sound means he was not and he is driven back to be squished between crate and beef missile. Then to add insult to injury he gets hit in the face with a fish.

"Hnnnnot my day." he mumbles and he has little choice but to try to move the big lug that is up on him right now. Or he could just squirm free like he did and staggers back a few steps. He steadies his stance and holds his bata tight and almost wields it like a sword. He needs to reassess the situation. He isn't too worried about his saftey, but more the way he will be teased if he can't beat down two simple thugs.

COMBATSYS: Faolan gains composure.

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Faolan           0/-------/-<<<<<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////      ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

[HENCHMAN]
Tell me about it, says the dead fish that bounces off Faolan's face and flops onto the floor again. Maybe Faolan and the dead fish should bond over some beer after all's said and done about how awful this day has been for the both of them.
The smaller of the two moves quickly towards Faolan to-- move past him and bring both hands up against an unsteady-looking stack of wrapped-up goods. Well, they're warehouse workers too, aren't they? While they have the upper hand, it makes sense that one of them is going to go stop and see to the goods, however irrelevant to anyone's interests.
The bigger guy snarls intimidatingly as he - once again - pounds a fist into a palm, his accelerating breath betraying a hint of weakness himself. He's getting tired. He's probably used to just thumping a guy in the head once and then calling it good, not being part of some greater extended battle.
He draws back his right hand in a telegraphed punch, snarling as he goes for the face...!

COMBATSYS: Henchman takes no action.

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Faolan           0/-------/-<<<<<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////      ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan endures Muscle's Quick Punch.

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Faolan           1/-------/<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////      ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
The fish does have the bonus of being dead at least so really its day can't get worse overall. Faolan on the other hand just is on the way to possibly joining the fish in that dead part. Then again there was mention of the brig which isn't promising either, but better than death. Both are obviously things he would like to avoid. And if anything these two are just pissing him off right now.

Enough that he doesn't even seem to try to move when that punch comes in and smashes right into his face. If anything the brute can feel the energy that is crackling through the body of the Ikari right now as black electrical bolts surge about through his limbs and into his bata. "Okay screw this noise!"

The brute is not in a good place because the tip of the bata is pretty much almost being thrust into his gut. The energy forming at the end and growing into a large ball. One that looks to blast the big guy away or bowl him over. The smaller guard? Well he is just in the way to where he might get caught up in the blast as well. "Back off!"

COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Muscle with Black Friday Rule.

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Faolan           0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1           Muscle
                                  >  ////////////////////////      ]
                                  |====---\-------\0         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Henchman with Black Friday Rule.

[               \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Faolan           0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1           Muscle
                                  >  ///////////                   ]
                                  |=======\====---\1         Henchman

[HENCHMAN]
The big, brutish man keeps that fist up against Faolan's face as the squinting snarl gives way to confusion. It gives way to complete horror as an electrical shock courses through his hand from being in contact with the electrified mercenary.
There is a primal scream of horror and pain as they are suspended, powerless before the gathering electrical energy. Their body blackens as he is thrust into the smaller guy, sharing the gift of an electrical connection that can, should, and may even have outright killed a man as the two of them bump into one set of goods and knocks a whole lot of them over onto them.
This miscellaneous product group is just some dog food for some lower-end pet store brand, somewhere. Ahh, making a mess might be a complication... but none of the bags themselves rupture open.
The dead fish flies by in the air by the surrounding chaos. One of its fins flex out, as if looking to high-five Faolan. (It might be fun to pretend.)
"H-He... he..." The big guy stammers, shaking an arm weakly as they point at Faolan, "he's not... oh my god, he's--"
The littler of the two? He's back up, even as blood starts coming down his forehead. Faolan's seen this before. Some people are just too dumb, or too ruled by adrenaline, to know better.
This guy looks more like... he's into his job enough, no matter how improbable the odds that he could make a difference against someone like Faolan... that he's willing to take another step up to swing another set of unimpressive, pedestrian punch at him.

COMBATSYS: Muscle takes no action.

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Faolan           0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1           Muscle
                                  >  ///////////                   ]
                                  |=======\====---\1         Henchman

COMBATSYS: Faolan blocks Henchman's Probing Strikes.

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Faolan           0/-------/------<|=======\======-\1           Muscle
                                  >  ///////////                   ]
                                  |=======\====---\1         Henchman

[FAOLAN]
Angered and getting tired. Even so Faolan is the one still standing for the moment. "Yeah, I'm done playing around." he mutters and the energy seems to finally be fully discharged leaving his hair all sort of standing on end. At least the hair not covered by his hat. At least he thinks he has made his point that he is no pushover. He was hoping the two would go running, but of all people the smaller one actually comes in at him.

This time Faolan is ready and he lets out a grunt when the punch lands on his chest. It isn't enough to really do any damage from the looks of it. Or perhaps the adrenaline rush right now is rather high for Faolan.

That is when Faolan looks to use his free hand to grab the guy and just push him back. A food moves to position to where he is trying to trip up the smaller guard and send him to the ground so he can follow up with a big bata strike being brought down on the man's chest. "Stay down!"

COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Henchman with Celtic Crush.

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Faolan           0/-------/-----<<|=======\======-\1           Muscle
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                                  |=======\=======\1         Henchman

[HENCHMAN]
The smaller of the two loses his balance and slips a ways back - the dead fish does its duty to its Ikari ally by getting underfoot, seeing the lackey slip to a lackluster position helped further by tripping him all the way down. A decisive strike to the chest later, there's a familiar-sounding scream that escapes the blonde guy's throat.
The big guy, clearly shaken from the immense display of power before him not long ago, gets up not out of duty but out of sheer panic for his very own life as he brings both fists up above his head with a loud yell, looking to bring the both of them down upon Faolan's skull in short order.
Faolan's only down to one thug. This guy doesn't stand much of a chance.

COMBATSYS: Henchman takes no action.

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Faolan           0/-------/-----<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle

COMBATSYS: Henchman can no longer fight.

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Faolan           0/-------/-----<<|======-\-------\0           Muscle

COMBATSYS: Faolan interrupts Double Fisted Fury from Muscle with Jig Kick.

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Faolan           0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1           Muscle

[FAOLAN]
If the Ikari has his way the dead fish will have a proper Ikari funeral of sorts. That or he will just build a tiny viking ship out of toothpicks to send the fishy ally to Valhalla or wherever fish go. He does get a bit of a grin as it seems he finally has downed one. The problem is there is still one standing and on top of that who knows if anyone has heard this scuffle.

His thoughts on what he might have to do after this fight are interrupted by the big man being up and running right towards him. Those arms are raised high and they come crashing down.

That is when Faolan brings up his bata with a hand gripping each side. The hands come down on the center and even if he manages to blow it, the sheer force almost drives Faolan into the ground and send immense pain through his arms. He at least gets some revenge. He was rearing a leg back around the time he brought the bata up and those hands struck around the same time the tip of Faolan's steel toed boots connects with the area between the big man's legs.

[HENCHMAN]
The big, sole thug standing crumples down on all fours as Faolan allows them to know that the jig is up (with the Jig Kick). He looks... positively broken. Afraid. He has no idea what he's up against, as he spits out curses and heavy breaths.
There doesn't seem to be any new arrivals coming yet. Who knows, maybe the sound of the units that keep this place cold could be drowning out some of the sounds of conflict and movement. At a cursory glance, it should be simple enough to clean up the bags of dog food and get them wrapped back up on the shelf they're supposed to be. It'd require some luck to make sure someone else doesn't just round the corner and aggress upon Faolan, bu--
...also it'd require finding a way around the big guy trying to lean up and reach his hands around Faolan's neck, both for balance and for a panicked last ditch attempt at bringing the Ikari down, unable to suck in enough breath or have the sense of mind to call for help.

COMBATSYS: Muscle successfully hits Faolan with Choke Hold.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-

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Faolan           0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1           Muscle

[FAOLAN]
Is he down? He looks down. Maybe Faolan should have been more sure about the big man being down because right now he is spending more time thinking on what he needs to tidy up and where the hell he is going to pile the two unconcious bodies and hope they remain out until backup arrives.

He is already a bit short of breath from the physical fight he has had so him getting those hands around his throat is not what he was wanting. "Hnghghgngngh!" He struggles a bit and he tries to keep his focus. How the hell does this guy have so much strength left? Faolan finds his vision going fuzzy so he does the only thing he can think of.

He falls backwards and thrusts the bata into the chest of the big brute as well as kicking out a foot. He then uses what strength he has left to just monkey flip the guy with all of his might to send him sailing through the air and probably into some more crates which will only create more of a mess and noise.

COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Muscle with Strong Throw.

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Faolan           0/-------/=======|=======\======-\1           Muscle

[HENCHMAN]
Faolan does not give in under the pressure of asphyxiation. The big fella, a perfect match in size, finds himself hucked across the aisle into where the Southpoint Canine shipment is staying cool and ready for its shipping in three days' time.
The big guy's body hits the ground and stops moving - there's no clouds of breath coming out the fellow's nose. In this temperature, Faolan would know for sure if someone were trying to fake unconsciousness through their breath. He's got him. He's got both of them.
One of the containers rupture open, revealing a badly decomposed arm that belongs to... someone or another? Normally a body with this level of rot would be useless for pretty much any purpose whatsoever, but, this is apparently what the customer wants...
Faolan could hide the two unconscious goons within the dog food shipment pile for a while (dead fish could keep them company, not like it has much else better to do), but on another glance... the bigger guy's uniform looks like it would fit Faolan perfectly! If he moves to wear it, he might be able to scope the perimeter for further information while waiting for his back-up to arrive and secure the location.
The Southpoint Canine Laboratory, located somewhere in the United States... that's the intended next stop for these dead bodies.

[FAOLAN]
Faolan has to lean against a crate for a moment and catch his breath. He just looks to the big man and see that it seems he is finally down and out from the looks of it and not a moment too soon. The Ikari man is trained to take a lot of punishment, but he was almost down and out himself. "Heh, pain in the ass." he grumps and he takes in all of the carnage.

His gaze rests on the decomposing arm that fell out and is laying on the ground before looking to make sure no one else is around. "Clean up time.....the worst time." he grumbles and pulls out the communication device once more.

"It's me again. A bit of trouble, but taken care of. Securing uniform to use until reinforncements arrive. Also might want to look into Southpoint Canine Laboratory. Might be a front, but that is where the body parts are going. Will see you all in a bit."

He shuts things off once more and he pauses. He picks up the fist and smirks. "Thanks for the help buddy." he says before setting it back down and getting to work. He has stuff to put in their proper places, unconcious bodies to hide and a uniform to try on. Maybe after all is said and done he can find a place to rest and regain his strength. Best perhaps not to walk into another guard and try to explain why he looks like he just got his face caved in.

COMBATSYS: Faolan has left the fight here.

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Log created on 19:52:52 08/07/2017 by Henchman, and last modified on 02:49:41 08/19/2017.