KOF 2017 - Mission #23: Truth or Consequences
[Toggle Names]Description: War has begun. With the Security Council of the United Nations voting for war, it was time to enjoy the fruits of their labor, and celebrate as diplomats do best: With a dinner party. With the inner crowd of the elite of the UN, even some of the more elusive benefactors, such as Tom Abel. Kokan and Fumiyo demonstrate the drawbacks of angering the ninjas of the world, as they descend with stealth and subterfuge at a great dinner. But the ninjas will find out, there are a few of the elites that are simply more elite than others.
[KOKAN]
The United Nations has cast a vile insult towards the people of Japan, and by extension, their hidden protectors, the Buddhist warrior priests of the mountains. For centuries, these warrior priests, of Chinese origin, shaped politics with their servants, the ninjas, slowly melding factions together and building culture until a single Japan stood. And now, men and women like those gathered at the MacArthur Memorial Hall, in Injon, South Korea, want to dash it all away. The symbol of tyranny on the name of this place, such a fitting place to shed the blood of ignorant foreigners. Every step backwards for Japan is a shift to the side, and the ninja will make sure that this one is a roll into position for a climb.
Fujita Kokan, hated by his clan for his pursuits towards pleasure and waste, survived a decade on the streets of China, as a prisoner, Triad, and an international contractor. Suicide mission after suicide mission, all petty wastes of his skill, but excellent uses of his time. All in his pursuit of purity aside from what the ninja believed to be a higher purpose. His higher purpose was always himself. And now, he's been invited back into the fold for a single mission.
Diplomats gather around a dinner of lavish seafood, the finest Japanese sushi here prepared by traitor chefs and served by East Asian minorities. No longer an insult, the races gathered here, merely the meals arrayed as a show of mundane power. A display of avarice by the Illuminati. And a fatal weakness point. As a Lebanese diplomat stands to toast the gathered diplomats on their work, at the lead table at the gala, a sushi chef at the table arrayed in in the back slowly sides on a pair of sunglasses. It is Fujita Kokan.
He grabs the metal guard atop the long display as the other chefs step aside, placing their hands behind them in protest. Arrogant, the West, always arrogant. Kokan leaps over the table with a hurl of his body into a somersault, the crowd gasping in confusion, as he lands in a three point crouch. They do not defend themselves, even the security chuckling. And then, Kokan leaps into the air onto the Lebanese man's table, swinging his black shoe about and kicking the Lebanese man across the jaw, breaking it and sending him falling to the ground.
Screams break out, as the security guards draw their weapons.
COMBATSYS: Kokan has started a fight here.
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[URIEN]
Urien could care less about the political atmosphere. He has one primary ambition; to use these two great forces colliding to insinuate the Illuminati within the United Nations, and to gain better control over the influence of world affairs. He has been the middleman, helping to influence and navigate the sleeper agents and myriad bribed officials to keep this conflict going the desired direction. But it's boring. Boring. BORING.
Right now he's wearing an impeccable suit, dark brown with golden tie and black undershirt. His body is nothing like the others, soft males of old age; he is sculpted like an adonis, young with blonde hair swept backwards and features better suited to a Mediterrarian model. He's balancing a platter of food on his knee, plucking at it with a hand holding his glass of wine. The other is on his phone, yelling at someone on the other end. "You promised me this charade would be over by now. The only reason I've been amongst these sheep is that I would survive an assassination. But they are impotent nothings. I want to work in Japan directly...!"
Then there's suddenly a new individual present, catching the supposed Tom Abel's attention. He just watches, body utterly relaxed, as security bursts to life. Pistols come out and aim, beginning to fire. Others begin moving to cover and escort their diplomats towards the door. Shouts. Confusion. Chaos. Yet they are not prepared for this. Complacent, they relied on the perimeter security to keep any threats out, and this far in they are caught with this proverbial pants down.
"Hmm. I'll call you back." he finally states, clicking the phone closed as he watches the budding chaos...
COMBATSYS: Urien has joined the fight here as a boss!
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COMBATSYS: Fumiyo has joined the fight here.
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[FUMIYO]
Fumiyo Jatani comes from a clan that could charitably be called 'corrupt'. Extra fortunately for them, their family compound was in the middle of a red light district in Kyoto -- well outside of the range of attack! Indeed, the death and chaos in the world of ninjutsu may yet rebound to the advantage of these red snakes.
And yet.
Even so. There is honor and there are other things to consider... for someone very important to Fumiyo Jatani DID lose people. She knows it. She doesn't even have to be told.
Fumiyo Jatani of course does not seem to be here. There has been a South Korean translator aide sitting near the United Nations Secretary-General and laughing, though, and that woman -
Okay. We're not going to lie to you, viewing audience. Ledeu Umeon is totally Fumiyo in disguise. Her hair is up and she's laughing and the only problem inside of her is her flop sweat because this is the highest stakes she's ever touched, and she can't just run into the grass, and she can't just hide, because this room is full of people with guns, and --
And there's been a flavorful dry white wine that's been widely drunk to go with all that sushi.
When Fujita Kokan makes his move, Ledeu Umeon is gathered up and pulled aside by Robert Armstrong, who being a redblooded person of uncertain but definitely Anglophonic nationality, would definitely hope to get some hot Korean loving after he finishes murdering the Japanese.
"There's something I have to tell you," Ledeu Umeon breathes as several security guards surround them. Inwardly she steels herself. Her hands press at the backs of the security men, who do not expect such a thing - they both interpret it as fearful clutching by a translator or other aide de camp who was chosen for having large breasts to serve as a personal piece of lap candy.
"This isn't the time, Miss! We have to take decisive action," Robert Armstrong says.
A snake slithers up Fumiyo's cheek. "We do," she says, and she turns and nips Armstrong's neck.
For a fleeting moment the man blinks, wondering if he's being flirted with. Then the compound that had been in that flavorful white wine reacts with the unique and idiosyncratic chi of the Jatani family and HIS GUTS ERUPT FROM WITHIN!
"Do you feel the crimson snake writhing in your bowels, Robert Armstrong?" Fumiyo says with a low tone. "Ha ha! Cry! Beg for mercy! Soon it will reach your liver, your kidneys - the finest doctors might keep you alive, a wreck of a man, but you will never reach them!"
Fumiyo's grip tightens and while the security guards did not drink the wine (they're on duty! what do you think this is, France?) they nonetheless experience the numbing chill of that horrid ophidian chi into their bodies, trained and muscled but lacking the power of a warrior's spirit. Also, Fumiyo just smashed both of their kidneys against their spines hard enough to rupture. They collapse, blood filling their torso cavities.
Fumiyo leans downwards to give a toothsome grin to Armstrong, who is now letting out way more blood from his eyeballs than is healthy. "Nihonjin kara no seishikina aisatsu, da yo!" (Helpful subtitling: Greetings from the people of Japan!)
After this, Fumiyo starts running. She strikes people on the hand, the neck, the nape of the neck for the few ladies. Perhaps two in five of these accomplish nothing but adding to the chaos, but the ones who DRANK THE WHITE WINE start to scream in authentic agony. What makes this really hilarious to Fumiyo (who is no longer scared, of course) is that -
She still blends in perfectly! Other than the tattoos. Those are weird, but hard to label.
So many of them, Fumiyo thinks. Wow! I'm totally getting reborn as a snail. As she rests her hand on the back of the neck of some guy from Germany, who immediately starts to harf up his kishkes, she thinks: An /ugly/ snail.
[KOKAN]
Kokan dances from table to table, unleashing whip kicks into fleeing guests and hand planting off bodyguards into locks and twists and binds to flip them to the ground in agonizing manners. As guards aim at him, he swiftly and easily slides between guns and partygoers, using Fujiya-style grips to pull guests into the way of bullets, the hollowpoint rounds designed not to pierce human bodies (since this is a diplomatic event, it's standard issue rounds for a situation this precarious). He makes his way through the carnage, performing bone-breaks and cartilidge wrenches, until he reaches Tom Abel. As people scream around him from Fumiyo's trickery, he finds himself standing before the blond beast, slowly loosening his tie.
"Tom Abel, I presume?" he asks as his neutral face warps slowly into a feverish grin, snickering convulsively. He removes his jacket with a motion of his slim shoulders, then whips off his shirt with a rip, the buttons springing loose and flying to the ground with a pepper of bouncing plastic baubles. His slim upper body is covered with large Chinese characters, all meaning the same thing: fake.
Kokan slips a foot backwards and shifts sidelong, arching his prison-loosened shoulders into an odd crane position and twisting his whipcord muscled arms into clutching mantis grips. He makes it clear that he's a manipulation fighter, the Fujita-style meant for policing other shinobi clans of Japan, or alternately, capturing individuals that had been 'dishonorable' (read: enemies because of sociopolitical philosophy) in prefectures controlled by the Koga-ryu.
It also just so happens that the Fujita clan later controlled press and media in espionage culture, so he's quite photogenic.
[URIEN]
Bloodbath. There's no real term for this that's better. Two rogue ninjas hired for the sole purpose of annihilating any diplomatic efforts that could possibly avert war. A powerful message sent, through the ironic act of tearing out the world's proverbial tongues. Shrieks of pain. People poisoned. People struck. The smell of gunpowder, the copper tang of blood, cries and shrieks.
Urien breathes deeply.
He is drinking a crimson wine, a shockingly good vintage directly supplied by the occasionally competent Kolin. The glass is brought up to his lips for another slow drink as Kokan settles himself opposite. In short order, there's nothing left. The diplomats are all dead; crossfire, lethal injections, vicious strikes. Guards are falling back out of the room, but the mission statement demanded survivors. They must know that Japan did this. They must pass on the message.
Except for Tom Abel. He is the sole remaining diplomat still alive, and on top of such, the ambassador to the United Nations itself. All others combined are worth his head alone.
Slowly Urien pushes up to his feet, a graceful shrug of broad shoulders. "I must thank you both. I was growing incredibly bored by the pointless chatter of these peace-loving parrots... an emperor might be remembered for peace, but they are crowned in blood!!" The glass is dropped adjacent, shattering in a splash of crimson. Fingers adjust the cufflines on either sleeve slowly. He's a fighter, most certainly. How skillful? That is the question. Information dug up and supplied indicated this man is unusual, having survived even a submarine being sank in the middle of the ocean. The indirect assassination of him failed. This one... is much less subtle.
"Let's have a fair trade here... you killed the majority of the diplomats, showing the strength of Japan. Now..." Long fingers arch and flex, cracking one by one as wildness fills his eyes, and lips spread into a predatory grin. "I'll show you the strength of the United Nations by crushing you both personally!!"
And then a leap takes him towards Kokan. In that instant, it is clear this man is incredibly gifted physically. Footprints are shattered in the flooring where he stood a moment before. His entire body arches backwards, breaching the distance in the time a mundane human might blink. And then with a roar, throwing out a brutal punch aimed at the other man's chest.
He's trained, but such seems honed instinct. There is no evidence of intense mastery; technically perfect, in the way a man might play a piano with no heart. Yet this is sharpened by a savageness that gives a weight and threat to the assault far beyond the component parts...
"DIE!!"
COMBATSYS: Urien has left the fight here.
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[FUMIYO]
Kokan moves forwards and engages the man who has, as best as Fumiyo could tell, did NOT drink the white wine - or probably any wine. Kokan strips down and Fumiyo looks momentarily at his various on and yun readings.
And then she looks towards the remaining man.
Fumiyo's retort to him is, "I'm sure you'll be extra bored in Hell," but then he throws the glass aside and Fumiyo's punkish sassy demeanor fades because Tom Abel is moving like lubricated lightning. He leaves broken tiles in his wake. He storms towards Kokan. Towards Fumiyo's one ally on this continent (probably).
That's bad.
Fumiyo sucks in a deep breath, laden with the stink of death -
And she runs forwards to move across Tom Abel's rear! Not his literal rear. She aims a lingering touch with her bare hand and forearm against his side, trying to grind that chi into any tears in his immaculate billionaire's suit. And from there...
To hook her arm in his armpit and get into a reverse half-nelson, back against back! Fumiyo's experience, at least, is that this confuses people, and she has not yet learned how it can be horribly dangerous.
COMBATSYS: Kokan blocks Urien's Killer Straight.
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[KOKAN]
Kokan smoothly bends downwards as Urien jumps at him, with the thrust of his fist. Kokan's mantis claw comes up and catches the fist with a swing of his forearm, knocking it aside with a heavy sting slamming down his arm. He feels the dull pain come to a scream in his elbow, grunting at the pain.
He laughs, a witch's cackle, as he exclaims, "So, Mister Abel, you've got a little fight to you! I thought this would be a boring choke job!"
He springs backwards, away from Urien, his leg coming up to catch Urien in the jaw as Fumiyo sneaks up behind him with the hold. He somersaults in the jump, flying about with his black slacks flapping once from the torqued leap. He lands in a crouch, his right hand's fingertips on the ground, the shirtless man looking at Urien through his sunglasses with a grin.
COMBATSYS: Fumiyo successfully hits Urien with Will You Endure It?.
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COMBATSYS: Kokan successfully hits Urien with Backflip Somersault.
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COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Fumiyo's Can I Hold It?.
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[URIEN]
The initial encounter happens in an eyeblink. The brutal strike obviously has a massive amount of power behind it, and in that opening both individuals ruthlessly leap upon him. His entire body suddenly goes rigid, muscled form compressing inwards defensively. The hard kick seems to ricochet off his jaw, twisting his head aside. A flash of energy from Fumiyo boils into him, but her attempt to bend him backwards is stymied by his flex, before he grunts and twists aside, backhand swooshing through the air to force a retreat.
"This is going to be boring... just not for you." He grabs his jaw, working it slowly before cracking his neck to the side. "At least let me warm up properly, insects!!" He then twists towards Fumiyo, arching up his right arm and bringing it down in a savage overhand thrust, liable to severely damage the ground even if she navigates out of the way. It's ferocious and quick like a whipsnap, but keen eyes would sense that the large man appears to still be playing around... there's something hidden deep within him, a grand power that is fully closed. If he awakens it...
Well. It might be prudent to try to assassinate him as quickly as possible, while he's still vulnerable...!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Fumiyo with Fierce Punch.
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[FUMIYO]
Fumiyo's lip curls up as Urien is addressed by Kokan and as Tom Abel then describes things as 'going to be boring.' Then the insects. Then he's looking at her. Then the strike hits her right SQUARE in the breast from the front, the fleshy tissue bursting into a sea of bruises and several hairline bloody splits in the skin as she's sent throwing backwards.
She hits the ground and bounces off, rolling with it, the motion reflexive and untutored. So it is while she is rebounding with a bruised breast and a gently sored-up back that Fumiyo thinks to herself: This guy is kind of strong, huh.
She doesn't know Kokan closely, she thinks as she rises to the 1 meter altitude mark. Can they coordinate? They lost the opportunity to go for deep surprise and he's broken out of her grip.
Fumiyo hits the 2 meter altitude mark. Maybe I can just layer this on him? He didn't drink the wine, Fumiyo thinks. I knew I should've hit the red, but the taste would've shown.
At the three meter mark Fumiyo mostly thinks: Well, this is pretty bad, huh.
At three point five she kicks off her shoes. What the hell good is that going to do?
At 3.7 she twists around and shoves one foot in the lace of a chandelier, knocking down beautiful crystal rain and twisting herself up to sway, swing, and finally take in a breath, which hurts. She doesn't taste MUCH blood, and she's pretty sure her heart didn't stop, so...
i am so fucked, Fumiyo thinks.
Then, she remembers the news, and her heart hardens into a state that could waterboard a thousand people involved in the Gear Project. Filled with this state she kicks loose and descends, aiming to land in a hand-stand behind "Tom Abel" and gently caress his back with her foot. This erotic contact does more than that; it sends a red snake tattoo not merely slithering along her skin but moving to slide onto HIS, and from there, to move
into
his
MOUTH!
[KOKAN]
Kokan laughs at Urien's remarks, not in a rude or condescending manner, but more a manner of chivalrous cameraderie. "Well at least I'm getting what I paid for when I bought this underwear."
He looks up, snickering sinisterly as he sees Fumiyo leap into the air and grasp the chandalier, watching her delicate movements that lurch into lunging moves that are clearly raw and talented on their own without the refined elegance of drills and discipline. If he had any need for a female companion, he might've had some of that white wine.
She'd make a lovely companion in Hell.
As Fumiyo comes down from the chandelier, Kokan bucks forward from his crouch with a sprint at Urien, keeping low to the ground to avoid crossing wires with the other ninja. He jukes off his left foot and onto his right with a faint lean slide as he gets close, and then he bolts past with his left hand slapping out for Urien's wrist. Should he gain succor, he performs a rapid swing around and jump upwards, his feet kicking above him as he curls around back to his left foot, landing, with an intended curling twist of Urien's arm the wrong way.
And then, a curving snap of Kokan's bound force, to send Urien's arm pivoting in the wrong direction for his elbow, Kokan's fingers throbbing with the psychic sensation of severe discomfort and unease. He ripples nausea around him, as his adrenaline kicks in.
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Fumiyo's Murder Insertion.
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COMBATSYS: Urien dodges Kokan's Spinning Claw Bind.
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[URIEN]
Urien is a man of sheer effectiveness. Women happen to have a painful mass of area known as the 'breasticles'. Although it provides cushioning against bones and internal organs, such is offset by a higher than average number of nerve cells. A hearty tit-punch happens to be a good way to begin most battles. Despite knocking aside the girl, there's still no particular rush from the huge bronze man. He seems to wait, as if inviting the pair to try their techniques and attempt to assassinate him...!
It seems Fumiyo is quite acrobatic however, and Urien watches her with dull appreciation. Yet that doesn't leave him completely off-guard. His wrist is grasped, and Kokan flips forward. Although this falls apart when the hulking figure suddenly /swings/, a brutal hook into open air that yanks him free and likely causes Kokan's landing to end up much less ninja-like in manner. A shudder goes through him as the chi ripples up his neck...
Yet the moment it slips into his mouth, he SNAPS his teeth down. There's a sharp hiss before the assault diffuses with little result, unable to invade his chi center and wreck the intended havoc.
"Nevermind... I'm bored..." Urien states, with a soft exhale. A finger lifts up to pick at his forehead; makeup breaks off and falls away, revealing a bright gem. There might be a fatal mistake in thinking this makes him vulnerable... as a moment later, his chi goes wild.
The entire room shudders, tables pulsing away in a rattle of plates and glasses, many tipping over with liquid splashes or shatters to the ground. An audible sizzling noise bursts from him before a great pillar of energy erupts, dark gravity and earth energy crackling with the lightning of the sky. It impacts the ceiling, buckling it upwards, air warbling and seeming to displace in the wake of his unleashed power. His suit immediately disintegrates as arms extend out, stance spreading. Only a taut thong keeps his decency in check; the rest of his impossibly sculpted body on full display. But dark bronze energy slithers across his feet and hands within the onslaught of energy that wreathes him, in a few seconds converging upon chest and stomach. His head lifts as it slithers upwards, hair suddenly going white as his eyes flash. Teeth are bared in a grin, as his muscles seem to bulge slightly outward, and suddenly the ground cracks before denting slightly as his weight multiplies many times.
A slow exhale, before the torrent of power cracks off, leaving him standing between the two. Fingers slowly flex closed one by one, neck tilting with an audible pop. "Five." he then states.
"I'll kill you both in five seconds...!!"
COMBATSYS: Urien manifests bronze skin and white hair, unleashing his true power!!
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[FUMIYO]
Fumiyo feels a sassy quip, something along the lines of 'sorry to bore you', die in utero like Jezebel Faiblesse's child with the Hoedown Dillo. She's in pain, yes, but she's learned to push past that, and Urien's punch was not objectively a lot worse than that of her vengeance target, Ryu Lastnamenotknown.
Because what comes from Urien feels an order of magnitude beyond what Fumiyo had felt in that battle, her strongest clash to date save perhaps that against the mysterious Sol Badguy. But those men were powerful, yes, but they were mighty fish of a sort that she could understand. It was comprehensible that they could be crested. That they would age and die and weaken, after a fashion.
What Urien produces feels different to Fumiyo. His bursting gathering of his power. His clothing ripping away as metal pours around him. Is he a god, a demon? He's bulging and he's engorging himself. Fumiyo does not note these things with mirth or arousal. Whatever he is...
Maybe I should run, Fumiyo thinks.
The first second of Urien's timer has a blurring chain of thoughts. Yes, if she had someone to report to, that would be logical to do. Help Kokan if she could but go and report back.
But, she thinks.
If she runs, and talks of this terrifying thing of the United Nations, then she will be doing their work for them. "Tom Abel" himself may calm down and be the one to give an account. The media narrative - itself a new and poisonous form of subversion - would be in his hands.
But a room full of CORPSES...
Fumiyo leans forwards to kick up a dropped green glass bottle. As it topples in the air, she snatches it and advances towards Urien in a way that he might not expect, staring dead ahead. Think of it as a machine, Fumiyo encourages herself as she feels herself throb. Getting closer, the glass is swung with sudden savage force --
Down at her own heel, where the glass breaks and she's able to get a backhanded grip on it, diving in to try and stab at the inside of Urien's extremely powerful and bulging thigh!!
[KOKAN]
Kokan is whipped off Urien's arm and sent flying across the room, slamming into a table top then rolling off with a fluid swing of his legs into the air. He lands on the other side, food smeared across his lean torso, peering over the edge at Urien as he flares to life and his suit bursts off. Kokan feels the aura pulsing into him, knowing that this is where he has a deficit on defense.
Luckily for Kokan, he has the contrary ability. He must channel the end of Toxic Avengers 3, as the villain, always the true way of the ninja. At least, as he once told a Triad friend.
Kokan jumps over the table and the air in a somersault, before he lands in the mezzanine and sprints at Urien. As Fumiyo approaches one way, he jerks into the other direction. He launches himself into the air with a hand to the ground, attempting to land on Urien's shoulders with his thighs and lock around his head, his ankles crossed, before he uses his momentum to topple Urien over while shoving his heels into Urien's back, to arch his spine on the way down. And then, if the tree falls, he plants both hands on the skull and pushes off, legs unlocking, to land in a three point crouch with his back to the man. Not a good position to end, but it will help the pair of them put Urien off guard.
COMBATSYS: Kokan successfully hits Urien with Improvised Grapple.
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COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Random Weapon from Fumiyo with Aegis Reflector+.
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[URIEN]
There's no particular reaction from Urien at this point. He does not appear to have lied about the boredom. Eyes are slightly lidded, his shoulders slouched, and despite the obvious magnificence to his fully manifested power he has no true sense of being very invested. The pair come at him at once, and his response is to cross his arms before his chest, spreading his stance wider. Fumiyo is making a terrible mistake, here...
In thinking he needs to defend at all. "ONE!!"
Only one of them can come from the front, and Kokan has the benefit of being unable to be seen. At the same time that the male ninja lands on his broad shoulders, he snaps out his arms, a flash of energy crackling off him.
"AEGIS REFLECTOR!!"
Fumiyo's bottle impacts Urien, and shatters down to the neck, seeming to leave no scar upon his iron skin. And then suddenly she's in the midst of a great, crackling square of energy, electrocuted head to toe. While this unpleasant thing is going on, Urien is twisted uncomfortably before finally collapsing backwards, although the sheer weight of him is quite apparent. The only result is a dry laugh, lifting up his arms and /slamming/ them down, the force launching him back upwards to a crouch as the floor shudders, sending tables skittering and more plates crashing to the ground.
The Aegis Reflector finally ends, sending a sizzling and hissing Fumiyo right towards Urien's direction. "TWO...!!"
[KOKAN]
Kokan legs about into a standing pose facing Urien, squinting as the Aegis Reflector goes sizzling off at Fumiyo. He raises his arm to shield him in horror as it strikes. He knows he and Fumiyo are clearly outmatched, but he has one advantage that Urien doesn't have. Urien has played his entire life within systems with weakpoints that need to be obeyed, or else he'll collapse within his own logic. Kokan has taken a series of weakpoints, and combined them as inversions, without the rest of the system. He's a fake. The only hole in his ninjutsu is his reliance on tactical attacks instead of raw instinct, and even then, he's got enough savagery from prison in China to soften his technique in favor of simplicity.
"Hey, boss," Kokan says, sneering at Tom Abel. "Hundred dollar bill on the ground." A remark from a servant to an arrogant diplomat, a quip meant for a poor schlub from another poor schlub. Let's see how a narcissus in a position of power deals with a comment meant for his broken and rebuilt corollary.
Kokan jumps at Urien with a palm onto the back of a chair to spring him upwards, his legs kicking out in either direction, and he lands directly at his flank as his feet snap together on the ground. Kokan grabs at the much taller man's waist from the back, to circle it, and his shoulder from the front, to put a lever on it, and twists them in opposing directions with a sudden whipcord jam of Kokan's tightly muscled and conditioned physique, his hands oozing nausea-inducing psychic energy.
Come on. Break a rule.
[FUMIYO]
Fumiyo's face is contorted in great dudgeon and dismay, worthy of historical figures like Wu Jidian and Faye Valentine, shortly before she erupts in screaming electrical pain, hard enough that she nearly blacks out and finds herself thrown back by impact force and skidding -
towards -
She feels something bite her in places that bring her attention back. Her dress, already damaged, suffers more injury as she's dragged towards TOM ABLE. She moves - not dead yet - even as Kokan comes in to try and strike at him. Exploiting an opening?
DUNNO. Thrown forward like this, Fumiyo draws her legs up and pivots herself forwards, trying to guard her core (the least replacable and most important part) even as she twists to snap-kick towards Urien the moment she thinks she sees an opening.
Hopefully this won't get her leg punched off.
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Kokan's Grasping Skeleton Twist.
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COMBATSYS: Fumiyo successfully hits Urien with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Fumiyo 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Kokan
[URIEN]
There's a snap of the eyes and a narrow of brows when Kokan makes that comment. His attention is shifted from the girl launching at him head on for a split second as a result. Limbs slither around his firm, warm body intimately as a result, but his response is to simply inhale deep, and then go completely rigid. Kokan finds out something interesting as a result. The power that amplifies Urien right now also extends to his joints and tendons, areas that traditional training does not bolster at all. Were he merely a huge brute of raw physical strength, he would not have been able to resist the perfectly executed maneuver. Something that might have been good to know prior to this attempted assassination.
He had ignored Fumiyo as a result. Tensed his body to resist the throw. Fumiyo's honed assassination instincts see the opening dead on. Her leg twists out, snapping at lightning speed, impacting Urien in the jaw at the same moment he turned to glance backwards. His head twists a bit too far. The lock of bone on bone...
But the desired 'snap' does not come forth.
"...FOUR...!!" Urien suddenly roars, before leaning backwards. He then drives out the heel of his foot towards Fumiyo's torso. Indeed, her defensive preparation was correct; he's attacking her core now, using the kinetic force she's still empowered with and no small amount of raw, unbridled rage. Yet beyond that, he's also trying to rupture all her internal organs and shatter her spine, so the defense might not be sufficient...!!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Fumiyo with Stab Kick.
! VENGEANCE !
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Fumiyo 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 Kokan
[KOKAN]
Kokan breaks his attempted torsion twist as Urien resists in an unusual manner, the furious chi swirling around the demigogue repelling him. Kokan takes a step back, grunting as he sees Fumiyo dealt with in such a brutal manner, before he flips off his feet, backwards, and lands in a three point pose. His snapping motion is akin to a clockwork toy, with such memorized execution that it seems almost machine-like.
"Guess it's just you and me, million dollar Uncle Sam," he says with a jagged grin, the flashes of light reflected off his sunglasses.
Kokan bursts off the three point crouch and thrusts forward with his arm, a grinding palm thrust slamming out at Urien's kidney while he's focusing on dispatching Fumiyo. Waves of rippling discomfort curl off his arm, culminating in a stab of organ pain at the point of attempted contact, the kidney.
[FUMIYO]
Hey, she lasted four seconds! That's good, right?
Fumiyo turns herself as she sees Urien coming and his foot smashes into her right arm with enough force to put two nice clean SNAPS in the long bones of her forearm. There is sufficient recoil that the fracture's stay contained, even if compression almost dislocates her shoulder and snaps a whopping total of four ribs on that side, at the same time that it sends her flying backwards with a wet, garbled scream.
And yet.
AND YET.
The Jatani clan did not last this long with a household speciality of sleeping with the wife of the dude with whom you do not mess, by being good at running. At least not that alone.
There is a sense of something snapping back at Urien's leg as he impacts Fumiyo. The red tattoo on Fumiyo's bruised arm was slithering, writhing like a bag of snakes. That is of course exactly what it was. The bite was sudden, unaimed, the reflex of a snake who's had a roto-tiller shoved into its nest, and perhaps as effective.
But it had a potent parting gift.
Fumiyo herself hits the wall wetly, everything a blur. She makes enough noise to probably be alive but that's about what you can say for her. Good luck, Kokan-kun!!
COMBATSYS: Fumiyo can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Fumiyo successfully hits Urien with Crimson Snake's Delight.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Goat Palm Thrust from Kokan with Dominant Crush.
! VENGEANCE !
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[URIEN]
Fumiyo's a tenacious sort; managing to launch a tenacious final assault even as her skeleton opts to reconstruct itself. He was not immediately paying attention to the strange assault...
As the serpent's teeth sink into his groin.
Oh, that hurts. Poison boiling out, invasive chi surviving even the potent furnace of his blood. For a moment he begins to double over, grimacing heavily. But then he rears back his right arm, fingers splaying as dense gravity begins to seethe, forming a dark ball infused with lightning. Perhaps Kokan understands the danger, but too late to escape the area of effect. Just as his palm slams into Urien's undefended back, he lances down and impacts the ground.
A great pillar of chi erupts all around him, surging to the ceiling. The air roars and crackles, as earth and air meld together in a brutal conflagoration, opposite contrast only causing the fury to burn all the hotter. It whirls intently before suddenly exploding in all directions, ceiling beginning to cave in and collapse around as the walls buckle and shatter, ground beneath his knuckles denting heavily and sending great cracks slithering to all the opposite corners. Poisoned and broken guards and diplomats are sent hurtling away like limp, broken dolls.
"...FIVE." he finally intones. "...What? ...Still alive?!"
[KOKAN]
Kokan emits a scream as he's enscounced by the lightning and sent flying backwards, his black sunglasses flying off his face as he's flung backwards at a hurtling pace.
He flips to the ground and bounces into a set of tables, smashing them to pieces, before he hits the stage and snaps back against the edge. He comes to a rest, slumping forward, body covered with burns. He coughs out a gagging mouthful of blood, craving a long abandoned cigarette, as he slouches to his feet with a stumbling stand.
Quivering as he feels his skin on fire from his burns, he slowly rebinds his chakra with an exercise, lifting his left knee and balancing on the right foot, hands in limp, grasping claws.
And then, there's a ripple of reality around him, as the most agonizing, putrifying presence comes out from his very nervous system. His hands snap into fists, and his leg lowers.
Kokan goes sprinting across the room at Urien, leaping at him with a flurry of finger thrusts and snake strikes, delivering snap after snap of psionic agony into Urien's defenses, staggering forward an inch too close with each combination's deployment.
COMBATSYS: Kokan successfully hits Urien with Hateful Fury Cyclone.
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[URIEN]
"Good... you two passed the test!! If you can last five seconds against me trying to crush you... then you're worth keeping around!!" Urien hisses, twisting towards Kokan as he rushes forward. He begins to center his own chi deep inside, whirling and kneading it, trying to fight back against Fumiyo's own onslaught that weakens and gropes at him. Fire is in his veins, but he's not going to give up so easily. Lightning crackles across him as his iron skin goes darker, and the ground beneath caves even more as his weight doubles even more, again, then again... rearing back both of his arms in tandem.
The attack lashes out and impacts his pressure points. Fel energy ripples through. Kokan's fingers likely hurt from the hits, but they seem to be building up and working. Urien makes a snarl of pain and annoyance, feeling his strength sap away. But still, he thrusts both of his fists forward afterwards, forearms whirling with lightning before a dense, perfect sphere ripples into being, trying to impact Kokan with incredible force and launch him backwards before exploding in a bolt of thunder.
"CRUSH!!"
COMBATSYS: Kokan just-defends Urien's Metallic Sphere!
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[KOKAN]
Kokan seethes with rage at Urien's resistance, feeling his fingers jam into unyielding flesh. But he can feel his psionic waves entering the proper points, and doesn't give up, until the fists thrust forward. He jukes backwards with a bump of his heel, and then, as the sphere comes out of nowhere, he leaps into the air and shoves his feet against the bolt of thunder.
Kokan sails backwards with a graceful, completely natural flip of lucky flight. He lands on the stage, fingers on his right hand grasping the edge. Scorched shoulders rising and falling, he produces a high pitched cackle. "It looks like the ball is in my court now, isn't it, too tall?"
Kokan jumps forward, using his grip to whip him to the ground with a clap of his black dress shoes onto the carpet. He runs, then leaps into the air, swinging around with his foot lancing through the air as he twists about. His foot is aimed to slam directly into Urien's jaw, the ninja waiting until the damage to Urien's system from the nauseatic psychic energy takes effect.
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Kokan's Light Kick.
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[URIEN]
There's a laugh from Urien as the acrobatic display uses the lack of immediate explosion to Kokan's benefit. The gravity is intense, and clinging to it is far from pleasant, but without being drawn into it the ninja manages precisely as intended. His forearm shifts up to catch the sharp kick, as the timer on his internal damage continues to relentlessly tick down.
"How'd you like to truly change this world?" Urien finally asks, almost lazily. "Take apart Japan's government. And amongst it all, make so much money you'll care about nothing but your own ambitions for the rest of your life? I need strong mercenaries... and surviving against me, you've already proved your worth!!"
Urien then kicks off the ground, leaning backwards with a deep inhale. Electricity and gravity swell on his forehead, culminating in a brutal downwards snap, attempting to hit Kokan in the middle of his chest to send brutal crackles of lightning through his frame!!
COMBATSYS: Urien knocks away Kokan with Metallic Headbutt.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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[KOKAN]
Kokan bounces down from the kick as his leg is knocked aside, performing an equal and opposite move of his foot to the ground as he lands. A well timed ninjitsu maneuver is often capable of this. He looks up, shocked. "Well, Mr. Abel, I'm flattered. I'll do it for free!" This causes him to slacken for a moment, thinking they're negotiating, before the headbutt slams into his ribcage and his sternum nearly implodes.
Kokan crumples to the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth as his lungs are pierced by his own fractured ribs. Slowly quaking as he kneels at Urien's feet, he stares up at Urien with bloodshot eyes, grinning from ear to ear as crimson juice pours from his gnashing lips. A low, pained chuckle, sounding like a dying jackal, comes from him, as he slaps his left hand onto Urien's calf, from the outer edge, and he transfers a massive burst of adrenaline-induced psionic equalized pain into the God.
COMBATSYS: Kokan can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Kokan successfully hits Urien with Crow Pain Palm.
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[URIEN]
"Oh... did I kill you?" Urien begins to ask after the devastating headbutt, before suddenly being grasped. Energy surges through him, and within his body, he can feel the fatal amalgamation from Fumiyo's poison and his barely-restrained frame. Hands reach up to grasp his head, teeth gritting with a snarl. Then lightning ripples through him, before a great explosion of force pours out, boils of purple-black energy flying up towards the ceiling. His skin ripples back to tanned flesh, and afterwards he collapses to a kneel, gem upon his forehead crackling and popping. Yet the maneuver dismissed the built-up damage, and after a few deep breathes Urien pushes back up to his feet.
By all accounts, he's won. It would not be difficult to stomp their skulls in, even though he is massively weakened. Being able to move grants that benefit. Instead, he begins to search around the debris where he first transformed, flipping a large hunk of ceiling off the limp frame of a diplomat. He then plucks up a singed phone; it's designed to survive his transformation.
Flipping it open, he punches in a number. "Kolin... I'm done here. Prepare the report that Tom Abel is the last surviving diplomat. ...And throw these two assassins in a regeneration pod. ...If they're still breathing." The phone then snaps shut, crushed into a lump before being tossed away.
How annoying... but still, his goal is accomplished. And if he can turn the fangs of these two on his own enemies... more than worth it.
COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:17:23 10/05/2017 by Urien, and last modified on 11:41:14 10/16/2017.