Match of the Millennium

Description: There is a prize within the chaos of the war, that has yet to be claimed: The ChiTek for the Combot 2.0s. With the Combot production almost completely destroyed, the last hold out of the illegal Violet Systems technology lays with a hidden laboratory in Chinatown. There, Lee Chaolan keeps the grand prize of the King Of Fighters tournament under lock and key, to keep it from Heihachi, the UN, from everyone but the rightful winners. But the UN doesn't play by the rules. Sergei and Potemkin, special agents on behalf of the UN, infiltrate the city to finally capture the technology, and secure it to its rightful owners. But Lee Chaolan has a secret weapon: a little catgirl wrapped around his little finger, and ready to die for her master.

[LEE CHAOLAN]
It was the perfect disguise.

Zi Kuaile Shou, or Violet Happy Hands, was a subtly named massage parlor in the heart of Chinatown at Southtown. Certainly, there were many massage parlors. Quaintly, unlike every other massage parlor, however, this one had a unique nature. Behind the red and gold facade was a crew of six Combots, specially customized to give automated back rubs. Each was garbed in attractively customized qipaos, stretching over their non-forms, and bore blush on their mechanized faces. That in itself might cause one to suspect that this was a secret front for Violet Systems, where a disgraced Lee Chaolan was hiding, bearing the secret prize of the King of Fighters tournament incognito. But that would be ridiculous!

Because the owner, Chao Lei Lan, had a mustache.

Bearing sunglasses and a bushy mustache, the happy owner sends another pleased customer out of the store. "Ah! Farewell, Mei Ling!~" The owner says, giving a rakish wink and a parting pat to the blushing young lady in the qipao. "And don't worry, I have you scheduled in for next week! But if you feel, a, tense again, don't hesitate to come back sooner! That would be Exce- good! That would be good!" Brushing his hands off, the owner the twirls his mustache. No one would ever suspect the truth. That this humble masseuse was actually...

Was actually Lee Chaolan himself in disguise.

[FELICIA]
It had not taken Felicia long to find Lee Chaolan once she finally got a lead that he would be in Chinatown somewhere. All she had to do was search the usual places he would be inhabiting--which was what had led her to the massage parlors. As the lady left he'd find a rather familiar short-haired completely white house cat trotting up and right into his store--approaching him.

One with a shock of strange blue hair hanging over one eye, meowing as it noticed Lee--bunting and brushing her head up against his leg.

"Meow!"

The cat seemed to... know him.

Of course, it also didn't take her long to transform in a flash into her catwoman form--throwing arms around him.

"Oh my god oh my god I found youuu~" yes, Felicia was assaulting Lee... with catgirl glomps!

[SERGEI]
Finding where Lee Chaolan had hidden himself in the middle of a war was difficult. Pinning Lee down before resulted in this mess, finding him now seemed impossible.

Impossible, until an informant found something. While looking up massage parlors, he found one that featured Combots. Why he was looking up such parlors was best left unsaid, but it was a lead. To follow-up, Sergei Dragunov, Russian Spetznas working on behalf of the UN, was in disguise.

Entering the Violet Happy Hands, appeared a tall, mustachioed American. This patriotic American man wore a sweat shirt declaring "Make America Great Again" as he witnessed a large cat woman griped a Chinese man.

[LEE CHAOLAN]
It was the start of a series of small problems.

The owner re-enters the lobby, back turned. He only vaguely realizes the figure coming in right after him. "Ah, do you have an appointment?" He begins, as he is embraced suddenly. And then, he realizes that his disguise might have not been as perfect as he thought. A familiar face, a familiar girl, just as loyal as he programmed her. The owner tries hard to keep his composure, but.

The owner can't help but flash a sincere smile.

"Felicia? I-" He begins, before glancing around. The Combots were idle, looking demure as they stand fast. The next customer that comes in... Lee Chaolan arcs a brow. The Combots transfix their gaze on him. There is a beep-boop. "Hm." He grunts, looking down at the grinning catgirl. Gently running the joint of his index finger along her whiskers, he gives a serene smirk. "You have found me! But I'm afraid any heart-filled reunions will have to wait." He looks towards the MAGM man, and then Felicia. Releasing Felicia (or rather, making her release him!), he strides over to Sergei, a smirk on his lips. "I'm sorry, we're booked right now!" Lee Chaolan begins, as the Combots suddenly move up behind him. "I need you to leave, sir." And then, he flashes him a thumbs up.

"That would be excellent!~"

And Lee gasps at his mistake.

[FELICIA]
"Wasn't hard to find you, I could smell ya," Felicia smiled with a nearly :3 sort of expression, brushing her cheek up against Lee's own. "I had heard you might be around here--so all I had to do was start cattin' around, you know how it is," she's even started to knead her sharp fingernails into the front of Lee's shirt, which may or may not be entirely comfortable! Like cats are want to do.

"Ohh!" she stumbles back just a little bit as he detaches her from himself--then blinks at the new 'customer'.

"Ah--yes, that's right--he's got to give me a full body massage!" Felicia slides up to Lee's side, nodding a bit. Of course, she's not in any kind of disguise and is in her full darkstalker/catwoman form. She's not even in her more human-like form atm, so fur, red claws and everything--nothing out of place here!

[SERGEI]
The patriotic American man looked at what was going on in front of him. He saw the man wearing a clearly false mustache, and heard him speak. He could tell it was Lee Chaolan by the second syllable. He saw the obvious darkstalker that was rub up against Lee.

The precise location of the 3 rd most wanted man in the world was known by the UN within 3 seconds. It took another 3 seconds for Sergei to receive his orders. Then .3 seconds to throw a punch straight towards Lee's throat.

COMBATSYS: Sergei has started a fight here.

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

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Sergei

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

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|

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

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|

[POTEMKIN]
Three seconds.
It may not seem like a lot of time to the average person, but three seconds can be a lifetime.
Three seconds is how long it takes for Lee's location to make its way along invisible lines of electronic communication. For a single red blip to appear upon a screen, marking the precise location of the fugitive's humble massage parlor.
Three seconds for gears to rattle and orient in the belly of a near invisible stealth jet flying high, high in the near airless abyss overhead.
Three seconds.
Two.
One.
Torpedo doors located at the back of the jet slide open, and a metallic arrowhead nearly 10 feet long drops into space, internal gyros orienting it tip down as it begins to fall.
Faster and faster the arrow plummets, wind whistling by as it gathers speed toward terminal velocity. Soon after, a single explosion blasts out from its base, the enormous sound echoing across south town as a light, near inaudible pop.
Blasted groundward by the single-use thruster, the arrowhead flashes toward earth at incredible speed, tiny stabilizers built into its frame guiding it toward China Town with uncanny accuracy.
At 50 feet above the ground, the front of the arrow explodes, slowing its downward progress and reducing it to useless scrap metal that showers the surrounding streets, windows blown out with the resounding 'BOOOM!'
What was inside the arrowhead, however, continues to fall.
All at once, the ceiling of Lee's quaint little shop erupts inward in a spray of splintered wood and shattered shingles, an enormous figure in olive green armor smashing through head-first. Having lost little momentum, he drops straight down toward Felicia like a cat-seeking missile, bright yellow ponytail streaming from the back of his helmet and broad shoulders threatening to block out the sun itself.
It seems Sergei's reinforcements have arrived.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Potemkin's I.C.P.M..

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0          Felicia
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|

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

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Sergei successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Fierce Punch.

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0          Felicia

[LEE CHAOLAN]
Oh, it was Sergei.

See, there was a gap there where Lee Chaolan was hoping for a nice, low-key disposition. You talk, you chat, you escort him away, and make your escape before he had backup. It was a decent spread. There was time before the reinforcements came. There was a moment, before they came. It was privileged bliss, before they all came tumbling down. Whether Felicia led them here accidentally or not, well, it was something for another time.

Because it turned out, Lee had 3 seconds.

As the sucker punch begins, Lee Chaolan was already reacting, already moving. He was shifting his stance. Moving, he senses FElicia at his flanks, and already adjusts to avoid knocking her aside. Careful, delicate maneuvering, requiring expert positioning and status. And yet, in the end? Lee Chaolan could feel the humiliation in those knuckles. The fight flickers before him, where he outright humiliation Sergei in front of his own men. A brief instant. .1 second left.

Lee Chaolan pulls away on impact, turning an executing blow into a mere neck-bracing one. The blow snaps him back, launching him into a tasteful bamboo garden upon a glass table in the waiting area. Smashing through, he grips his neck. Wry, he gives a wink to Sergei. With a gesture, he signals the-

Suddenly, Potemkin.

The martial artist registers the eruption through the ceiling. It was an explosion, a dynamic entry beyond everything and anything. It was a flicker, a flash, a roll towards Sergei to clear out of the blast zone. The Combots, already poorly suited for battle, at sent tumbling over each other like toy soldiers. Already, the support was on Felicia. Lee Chaolan felt he was in a bit of a pickle. A pickle he would need to deal with. "Felicia!' Lee Chaolan cries out, as he pulls up into a stand. "Spread them out! Try and take our guest to the back room~" Taking the hollow remains of the table with him with the hook of his leg, he slides it beside Sergei, letting it fill the space. He never liked the Feng Shui anyways. Lashing out a swift sweeping kick at Sergei, he pulls short, repositioning to keep Sergei between the table space and it. And then, with a wink, he hurls a staggering gut kick for Sergei's midsection.

Which becomes clear it isn't a kick.

Should Lee connect, he would use it as a stepping board, to step in and up. The Mist Trap. Lee Chaolan would then pivot the full bear of his strength and momentum to -smash- the kick straight across and into Sergei's own neck, a returning shot to send them both down -hard- into the remains of his shop.

Perhaps an opportunity for further harassment.

[FELICIA]
Potemkin crashes through the front of the store, sending splinters and debris everywhere--well, good thing Felicia was already in her catwoman fighting form! She brings her arms up with a howl as the huge man crashes into her--the pads of her feet and nails hooking into the floor to try and bring the both of them to a stop as gravity tries to bowl her over. As it turns out, however--Felicia is able to jump back from Potemkin after a huge set of gouges have been left in the floor behind them from her claws--wiping blood away from her chin from where she bit her own lip trying to clench her teeth.

"Looks like we've got more customers--let me show you my personal message therapy!" Felicia's green eyes narrowed into slits as her right hand came up and her claws snikt'd out--trying to slash across Potem's front!

COMBATSYS: Sergei auto-guards Lee Chaolan's Mist Trap.

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0          Felicia

[SERGEI]
The Russian's support comes crashing down in a flash. Potemkin had arrived. Just as he was recognizing his support, he saw the incoming strike from Lee. When the leg was swung toward his mid section, Dragunov struck back. He pushed back on the swing with his open hand, and stopped it's momentum.

Sergei would then use the movement to flip the unbalanced Lee, and force him to the remains of the floor, headfirst. If he succeeded, he would drive his American cowboy boots into Lee's hip joint.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin endures Felicia's Quick Punch.

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0          Felicia

[POTEMKIN]
Flashing toward the ground at near terminal velocity, Potemkin's right shoulder clips Felicia's upthrown block, sending the cat girl skidding back into her nail-grinding slide. Meanwhile, the olive-armored human missile throws his hands down toward the ground, oversized gauntlets striking with enough force to drive a 12-inch crater into the cement beneath the soothingly urbane flooring. The entire foundation jumps and shakes, ground trembling and bits of cement fragments pelting the surrounding walls.
Surely such an impact would have killed the man.
Or not.
Rising out of the mini ground zero, the enormous form of Potemkin looms upright through the dust. Over eight feet of heavy olive-green armor mounted on a scarily broad frame, eyes glowing gold in the shadow of his knightly helm.
"Resisting," rumbles the giant in Russian-accented Japanese both soft and thunderous, "Would be an unwise thing to do."
The floor vibrates as Potemkin lumbers forward toward the spitting cat girl, each footfall driving home the sheer overwhelming mass of the behemoth. he does not even pause as she swipes at him, long red claws screeching across his armored abdomen and leaving 4 parallel scratches, but doing little else to dissuade him.
Glancing down at the blue-haired amazon, the Russian tank seems to consider her, golden eyes calm and a little sad. Then, his left hand flashes up with astounding force, attempting to backhand her full in the chest, the brute already beginning to turn away toward Lee.

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan parries Sergei's Tarantula Sting!

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits Felicia with Fierce Punch.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1          Felicia

[LEE CHAOLAN]
Mobility was key.

As Sergei intercepts the feints with precise Russian execution, Lee Chaolan knew that this was like dismantling an AK-47. Sergei was a Russian Killing Machine; and he was here for dealing death, or worse. Lee Chaolan had more dangerous assassins before, yes; but between this one and the dynamic entry... he was struggling. Already, his last Combots were pulling themselves out of the wreckage, or at least, what was left of them. IT was just himself as his catgirl pet. Speaking of which.

"Keep him occupied Felicia! Once I am done with the Russian, I'll come to your rescue~"

Lee Chaolan was off-balanced, or at least, it seemed like it. An opening for Sergei to get hooked on. As Sergei goes for the bait, in fact, Lee's acting fades. As the Russian surges in, Lee Chaolan suddenly reserves momentum. Surging hard for his flanks, the martial artist slips past his fingers, moving hard into Sergei's side. Not attacking, but moving fast, the pressure of the martial artist building. He continues to circle, whipping around Sergei, dancing along the remains of the chairs, before launching point blank with a flying kick, aiming squarely for Sergei's chest. He was going to knock Sergei hard over.... hard over the broken table frame, that was still positioned carefully.

[FELICIA]
Potemkin's hand actually sinks /into/ Felicia's abdomen and she's pushed upwards--feet lifting off the floor as his massive hand and fist is likely impacting with organs and her ribcage--several of them shattering. Her wide open eyes and otherwise slack features seems to imply that there is definitely some major pain here.

"Aughh---" she finally falls to the ground, coughing and spitting blood before she pulls herself up, her tail all crinkled up, as well. She looks like she's hurt pretty bad--but she's still going to try and give Potemkin her claws!

"Don't think you can just ignore me, damnit!" she hurls herself at him, clawing and screeching!

Felicia waves.

COMBATSYS: Felicia has left the fight here.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan has left the fight here.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|
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Sergei           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Sergei has left the fight here.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Potemkin has ended the fight here.


COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan successfully hits Sergei with Silver Bullet EX.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1          Felicia

[SERGEI]
Lee slipped past Sergei's strike and sent him into the shattered table. Specks of blood dotted the American sweatshirt, but it did not slow him down. Sergei returned to his feet in a defensive stand. He hunched over and send out his palm upward to Lee's throat. If he caught him, he would apply pressure, see if he would give in.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin endures Felicia's Scratch Attack.

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Potemkin         0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1          Felicia

[POTEMKIN]
Fully expecting a single backhand to have been enough to silence the beautiful cat girl, Potemkin's back is fully turned on Felicia by the time she throws herself shrieking upon him with a flurry of vicious slashing strikes. Long red nails screech and grind across the thick metal plating that houses the Russian giant, tearing away long curls of olive paint and scoring deep grooves in the dull steel beneath. It is clear that she is the faster of the two by a wide margin, five or six heavy claw swipes raking across the monstrous invader's broad wall of a back before he is able to react. Unfortunately, speed might not be enough. She will have to find a way through that ridiculous armor before her claws are likely to do her much good.
Metal plates clank and slide across one another as Potemkin twists his torso slightly, left hand swinging back in an attempt to snatch the enraged woman off the ground. Up this close, it is impossible to ignore just how massive he truly is. Built like a gorilla, his shoulders seem to fill the room, gauntleted hands appearing large enough to crush a car between them. Unless Felicia can escape him, he will swing her effortlessly into the air and slam her belly-down across his back, hunching forward in the destroyed room so that her barely-covered rump points toward the other two fighters, head hanging down his other side. Then he will clamp her thighs in place with one hand, neck in the other, flaming chi beginning to erupt out between the connecting joints of his armor...

COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits Felicia with Potemkin Buster.

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Potemkin         0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Felicia

Flexing his knees, Potemkin takes a moment to gather his strength, Felicia clearly able to feel the shifting of mighty muscles even through his thick steel shell. The heat of chi-enhanced flames rolls out from him, fire bursting out across the floor in an expanding wave as he launches himself straight upward through the ceiling.
Using Felicia's body like a shapely plough blade, the mighty Russian explodes out through the roof of the massage parlor in an expanding ball of fire, both he and Felicia consumed in the heavenly inferno of his soul. Below them, Chinatown is lit by their meteoric ascent, the two of them sailing up and up to nearly 50 feet before the momentum of his jump finally tapers off..
Plummeting back to earth, the pair of them fall faster and faster, Potemkin's boots smashing a third hole in the roof of the shop as they descend through it to land on the other side of Lee and Sergei, Felicia's torso driving down hard into the metal plating beneath her as the giant's feet impact the ground with enough force to further crack the cement foundation.
Tossing the catgirl to the ground beside him, the enormous tank of a man peers down at her through the smoke of his dispersing chi while bits of ceiling debris ping off of his broad shoulders.
"Cease resisting, pretty woman. I do not wish to hurt you." He rumbles with somber regret.

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan blocks Sergei's Rapid Grapple.

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Potemkin         0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Felicia

[LEE CHAOLAN]
The relentless offense was building.

Lee Chaolan's rush was straight, surging straight forward. Spiking Sergei through the table, he lets the glass do it's work. Standing over the Russian, he gets a glint in his eyes. As the palm surges straight to the throat, Lee catches by the wrist, controlling the surging hand as it clenches at his throat. Holding it steady, he stares back at Sergei, a smirk on his lips. And then, he calls out over the chaos, oblivious to the fierce assault upon his catgirl.

"Still doing okay, Felicia?~"

Lee Chaolan suddenly forces back. Still clenching the wrist of Sergei, he twists, letting it pivot to force Sergei back around. Should he get the leverage, he would turn Sergei face down, forcing him to his knees, while grabbing his arm. And there, forcing him face down, he would begin to -stomp- the back of the Russian's neck, smashing him face-down into the broken shards. A vicious, callous attack.

But a necessary evil in these dire times.

[FELICIA]
"Aieeee!" Felicia was not able to speak as she was caught in Potemkin's plow-blade, trough-like hands--but she does give out a hearty yell as she's pushed through the inside roof of the massage parlor, debris and her hurtling, flaming form thrown into the air!

"Aaaarrrgh!" one might ask how she is still able to vocalize with that much wind after the thrashing she had just received to her chest thanks to the large burly man. Well the truth was she was made of sterner stuff than some catwomen! Or at least moreso than a regular human. She's then caught underneath those massive booted feet and CRUNCHED between them and terra firma. It's safe to say that Felicia is now very much more or less road pizza--of the feline variety.

"Ooof... Look mah, I'm road kill!" a white-furred arm and hand bursts forth fromt he debris that surrounded her and she pulled herself uo--using her head to prise her head by the her hair out of the rubble. One of her arms was heavily abraided and looked as if the bone was cleanly broken and nearly pushing it's way out with the pointy end erupting through the skin itself--but as the wonders of catwoman regeneration works it's magic--the bone is pulled back into place with an unpleasant 'schlorp' sound.

"Ahh, there we go," she flexes the fingers of that arm before she resumes pulling herself up, looking burnt, beaten and bloody! But she's not done yet!

"Okay spud, last call for getting peeled!" she ignites her own chi energy, wreathing herself in prismatic glowing fighting aura as she rushes towards him--seeking to combo him in a flurry of blows and kicks!

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan successfully hits Sergei with Lee Harassment.

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Potemkin         0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|>>>>---\-------\0          Felicia

[SERGEI]
Sergei felt Lee's throat, but could not close it. His grapple was turned against him and Lee bent him back and down too his knees. Before Sergei could struggle free from the hold, he was stomped face first back into the shattered glass. The Russian bled, pools of blood forming on the ground.

Noticing the cat girl was near her end, he knew he just had to last until the living weapon could aid him. The Spetznas rolled over and swung him arm at the back of Lee's legs. He would break the man's stand then grab both his legs. If he fell, he would be bent right into the same glass Sergei crashed into.

Lee would meet justice, just like the justice he would face in UN hands.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin blocks Felicia's Dancing Flash.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|>>>>---\-------\0          Felicia

[POTEMKIN]
A long, gusty sigh echo's out through the visor of Potemkin's helmet as Felicia ignores his friendly advice, pulling herself out of the rubble while her accelerated healing does its best to hold her together. The light of her chi is reflected in the giant's glowing eyes as he looms above her, metal boots grinding into the cement as he braces himself for her inevitable charge.
'CRASH!'
Felicia's forward rush nearly carries her straight into the path of the massive weapon's oversized gauntlets as he brings them slamming together before him, forming a steel wall of fists and arms for her barrage of chi-infused blows to hammer against. Strike after strike pounds into the reinforced wall of muscle and steel, but the titan does not budge even an inch. Flashes of chi sparkle and splash against the steel, small dents appearing in its surface as the metal reverberates with bangs and clangs, absorbing the desperate catgirls empowered assault.
"I think it is time for you to sleep now."
The words vibrate up from deep within the mountainous monster's chest, eyes blinking once before he surges forward, arms uncrossing and huge hands lashing out to snatch at the blue-haired Amazonian. Despite her own impressive bulk, if she does not break free his gauntlets will crush closed around her arms and torso, thumbs pressed beneath her breasts while his huge fingers dig into her back. Rising above like an oncoming train, he will then rear back, chin tilted up, before bringing his helmeted head crashing forward and down with enough force to not only blast the cat girl from his grip, but to imbed her in the cement below, creating a Felicia-shaped outline in the ground.

COMBATSYS: Sergei successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Medium Throw.

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Potemkin         0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|>>>>---\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits Felicia with Combo Grapple.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>------\1          Felicia

[LEE CHAOLAN]
Lee Chaolan was not eager to meet Justice.

In fact, he much rather settle it here. Drawing more blood from the Russian, he can't help but darken his smirk. A mistake, to be sure, as Sergei refuses to be properly humilated. It was the trouble with the agent: he was a blank slate of contempt. Even Kazuya had more personality than this ruffian. Unfortunately, as Felicia hurls herself in, he takes a glance... and takes a tumble to the floor.

Lee Chaolan realized he was coming into trouble, very quickly.

If Felicia was dispatched, Lee Chaolan was facing two Russians. One was bad enough. "Dear, dear me." Lee Chaolan sighs, as he is scissored into the broken glass. The shards digging deep, he tut tuts. "I hope you don't have a plan to double up on me...~" He sighs lightly, as he surges straight back up into Sergei. Should he get momentum? He would go right to Sergei's shoulder, and then outright body-check him straight back, back back back, closer and closer to both Felicia and Potemkin.

He would rather come to the action, than let it come to him.

[FELICIA]
Felicia furiously beats hard against the monument that is Potemkin--her blows connecting with his blocking attempts--but apparently not getting past them. Still, she does inflict /some/ damage--the claws on her hands and feet are considerable.

"It'll take more than that to put THIS cat to sleep! Hey--what're you doing there!" Felicia snarls and cringes down as his hands close around her--and those thumbs between her boobs, of all places--but then she's yowling even more as she's thrown down and half-embedded in the concrate--with a motion that can barely be seen. Her feet are kicking all the way down--and as she sticks out of the ground buried half-way down, one of her toes twitch, as her feet are sticking up comically.

"Bbbblurr--Don't worry Lee--I got 'em right where I want 'em," her eyes are rolling in pretty much all directions, and she's stumbling and imbalanced. Still, she does her best to rush toward him again and try to latch onto Potemkin--at which point she'll try and flip herself around him, shredding into him with her nails!

COMBATSYS: Felicia can no longer fight.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Sergei auto-guards Lee Chaolan's Lee Stunner.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|

[SERGEI]
Lee was now playing a very dangerous game of Russian roulette.

Sergei saw Lee's fear when the cat was going down. Fear makes a man more desperate, and more predictable. The Spetznas saw Lee's surge, and pushed back against it. Arm forward, he stopped the man momentum.

With Lee at his finger tips, Sergei went to hold onto his arm. From that grip, he would move to the side. If properly positioned, he would piston kick Chaolan away, and send him towards Potemkin.

At this point, it was clear to bet on red.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin barely endures Felicia's ES Hell Cat.

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Potemkin         1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|

[POTEMKIN]
Turning away from the thoroughly buried cat, Potemkin has already taken two ground-shaking steps toward Lee and Sergei before she is able to pull herself from the building's foundation. Rushing his broad back in another berserk charge, her scaling ascent up his wall-like form leaves a fresh series of scrapes and gouges in his metal plating, claws having difficulty punching through.
But then she finds a crack.
Two of her long red nails sink into the joint between his shoulder and upper back plate, digging into the inhumanly thick muscle beneath. A little trickle of blood runs out along the back of her paw as the mighty Russian growls out his annoyance, giving his shoulders a heaving shake that whips the feline darkstalker back and forth behind him like a cape, briefly distracted from the battle of skill between Lee and Sergei.
Wordlessly the mountainous man drives his elbow backward, slamming it hard into Felicia's ribs and sending her rocketing across the room to create yet another woman-shaped hole in the wall. However, the action tears loose the large metal plate that covers his upper back, the thick steel armor falling to the ground with a resounding clang. Beneath it can be seen bare skin of dark brown stretched over hulking muscles, two bleeding puncture wounds high up on his right shoulder blade. His shoulders are protected, as are his sides and lower back, but there is now an opening in the steel shell.
Perhaps that isn't such a good thing, however. Without the shell, the sheer amount of power contained within Potemkin's body radiates out, scorching the air around him with unimaginable heat. Not only is his armor meant to protect him, but it acts as a containment device for his superhuman strength that would otherwise riot unchecked. A fact that is driven home as the massive monster takes another forward step and the cement groans beneath him, golden eyes dropping down toward Lee as Sergei's foot approaches to deliver the kick.
Lifting his huge right fist up behind his head, the brutish Russian focuses upon Lee, eyes narrowing with awful concentration. AT the same moment the kick would land, Potemkin hurls himself forward in a thundering charge, a deep bellow roaring forth from his helm.
"Judge! Gauntlet!"
Words vibrating through the air, the human tank brings his right fist powering forward and down with all the force of a wrecking ball, attempting to hammer a bone-shattering blow straight through Lee's entire torso. And as if that weren't enough, if the blow impacts, a loud 'BOOM!' will ring out through the room as 4 explosive cartridges detonate simultaneously, their contents blasting out of his knuckles just moments before the spent shells are ejected from the back of his gauntlet, clattering heavily to earth.

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan parries Sergei's Medium Kick!

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan blocks Potemkin's Judge Gauntlet.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-------/=======|

[LEE CHAOLAN]
This was bad.

As Lee Chaolan found himself between a rock and a hard place, he realized that his delightful kitten assistant was aggressively undelighted. What was worse, was that the staggering titan of a man, the so called Potemkin, was unleashed. The armor was gone, the power coming out so hard that Lee could -feel- it.

And what was worse, Sergei wasn't falling for his tricks.

Caught and stopped cold, Lee Chaolan's smirk was fading as the pressure was building. Already, Lee Chaolan was being caught, and pivoted. Turned around, he could feel the building avalanche bearing upon him. It may have been clear to bet on red.

But the game Lee was playing had wild cards.

The piston kick comes, and the Silver-Haired Demon was already around it. Slipping to the side of the leg, he was hurling himself straight into Sergei, as Potemkin lines up his shot. And he was already beginning to attack, as Potemkin surges in. Lunging into Sergei, he opens with cross jab just short of Sergei's chin. It was dangerous to feint the focused Russian, but Lee Chaolan had limited time. Immediately, a second punch slip in low, aiming to jam into the liver. Time was up. The full force of the wrecking ball comes tumbling down, and Lee is forced to decide. A third punch comes at Sergei's neck, falling short as Lee turns towards Potemkin.

And he catches the fist.

Well, catching was generous. Everything was moving so fast, that the forces at play couldn't even slow down for the next action to come. Lee Chaolan seizes the fist for a moment, unable to stop the momentum. But he can manipulate it. He leverages against it, turning it towards his shoulder, letting the blow merely shatter his collarbone, and just barely fall short of ripping his arm from his socket. Holding on tight, he unleashes a roundhouse at Sergei's chest, whipping back for a second kick by the time the charges detonate. That, there were no tricks. Lee Chaolan's bones strain under the pure recoil, the pure force nearly ripping him in half to be so -close- to the blast, if not on the path. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear; and he is sent reeling backwards, apparently stunned as he falls towards Sergei... and he back fists at Sergei's face, before turning into the Russain. At this point, it was make or break it; if he could seize Sergei at this point? He would turn to throw Sergei in the path of Potemkin, to sow confusion in the midsts.

But time was slipping away too fast...

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan successfully hits Sergei with Mercury Drive EX.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\-------\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           1/-======/=======|

[SERGEI]
Lee got in close to the Russian and let loose his assualt. The Russian's attempts to weather it proved useless. He heard bone pop and saw blood gush. The attack was stopped by Potemkin's charge.

Sergei could fell his head grow lighter and joints go weak. But he would not give in. He still had his mission, and he was going to see it till it's end. When Lee arrived at the other end of his fists, he acted with haste. He was near the end of his rope, but he would still hang Lee by it. He might be near slipping away, but he was just fast enough.

The Russian jammed his knee up to Lee's sternum to crack his ribs cage. Then he would force Lee's own arm into his gut to break it. Followed by grabbing his other arm, and swing his leg over it. He would then twist Lee down into the ruble. Then finish him by driving his boot heels into Lee's shoulder, and twisting Lee's arm until the socket shattered.

[POTEMKIN]
Potemkin's fist is diverted, but even still the damage it causes is extreme. Having nearly taken Lee's arm off at the shoulder, the walking tank stares somberly down through the visor of his helm, golden eyes full of regret. He knows well the crimes of this man. The things he has done, and will do, if allowed to run unchecked. But seeing him in this state, desperately fighting for his survival, puts a bad taste in the huge Russian's mouth.
"Fall, and you will be allowed to live."
Though the words vibrate out of Potemkin's chest like the shifting of tectonic plates, there is no threat in them. If anything there is a plea hidden in the deep rumble. If only Lee would stop fighting, Potemkin wouldn't be forced to attack him. Unfortunately, the armored collar around his neck makes any further objections unwise. he is skating close to the edge as it is.
heat rolling off of him in smothering waves, body generating power with every shift of monstrous muscles, the hulking tank surges forward to loom over both men, arms spread wide. Then, as Sergei goes high for the chest and shoulders, the human battleship goes low, his enormous fists sweeping in toward one another with crushing force. Unless Lee can avoid it, his legs are likely to get caught between the hammer and anvil of Potemkin's oversized fists as they clang viciously together.

COMBATSYS: Sergei successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Pinpoint Fracture.

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Potemkin         0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\-------\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan parries Potemkin's Hammer Fall!

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Potemkin         0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>------\1      Lee Chaolan
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Sergei           0/-------/-----==|

[LEE CHAOLAN]
Lee Chaolan was getting pinned down.

Every action was a whirling blur. Every attack a whirling blur. Whirling, and whirling, and whirling. The relentless attack was not yielding, was not stopping. Even as Potemkin was moving, he could feel his mounting injuries stack up. The warning rumbles out, as the massive fists comes clanging down. As the knee comes, Lee Chaolan was pushing back. He had to choose.

And he chooses the assassin over the battleship.

Leaping upon the fists of the lumbering juggernaut, Lee Chaolan quickly adjusts to face the rising knee. He moves to deflect, turning it aside only slightly, only just sparing his ribs with a mere bruising. It does little, however, as the follow up grapple comes. And the full force of Sampo and Russian Special Forces CQC comes pinching together, as the seized arm is finally pinched down into a compound fracture. Lee Chaolan grits his teeth in agony. The leg comes up. The momentum comes crashing down. Lee Chaolan is sent smashing into the fists of Potemkin as Sergei takes him down. And it's like an operating table for a moment, with Sergei as the surgeon. Another fracture, and a dislocated shoulder comes, before the boot comes smashing down, shattering the other collarbone. On the ground, Lee Chaolan begins to lift his legs... and he asides a glance to the golden eyes of the other Russian. He makes a guess.

And Lee Chaolan smiles sheepishly.

"I yield!" Was his cry. "I surrender! Yes, yes, I submit." Lee Chaolan tries to gesture at the rubble and ruins of his secret shop... but doesn't seem to be able to move. He winces again, concealing the sheer agony as he feels like he was caught between the gears of the thresher. But even in this state, he finally commits to their mercy. He makes the smallest rolling gesture with his fists.

"You can have your massage."

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan takes no action.

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Potemkin         0/-------/---====|
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Sergei           0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan can no longer fight.

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Potemkin         0/-------/---====|
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Sergei           0/-------/-----==|

[SERGEI]
Sergei accepted Lee's surrender with respect and dignity that the executive deserved.

After he pinned Lee into some broken fiberglass, he forced his arms behind him. The Russian cuffed, gagged, and bound him and held him face down for a short while.

When Sergei finally allowed Lee to see anything besides glass splinters, it was to show him the UN team that had arrived. For some reason, all the team members where Slavic. They where getting ready to take Lee away before Sergei stopped them. Dragunov looked to Potemkin, and nodded.

It was time to get the Chi Technology.

[POTEMKIN]
Though his mighty blow is deftly avoided, oversized fists becoming a perch for the nimble silver-haired man, Potemkin has a front row seat to Lee's downfall. The precise execution of Sergei's blows soon brings their target low, shattering his other shoulder and leaving the two Russians standing over a thoroughly wounded, half shattered man.
A man who, for a fraction of a moment, seems as if he might be about to continue fighting.
Potemkin's golden eyes soften with open relief as Lee makes the wise decision to surrender, the hulking giant standing guard over the two as Sergei binds and gags the fugitive. The heat rolling off of his exposed back seems to have lessoned quite a bit with his inactivity, though every slight shift of his wait causes the room to once more rise a couple of degrees.
Only once Sergei has given him the signal, all three fighters surrounded by Russian agents, does Potemkin give a grinding nod of his helmeted head and turn to lumber his way across the uneven floor. His heavy metal boots crunch and smash bits of rubble and scattered robot as he makes his way toward the back rooms, passing by a Felicia-shaped hole in the wall that leads into the alley outside.
Casting only a single look through the gap, the giant lumbers on, smashing the wall around the back doorway to make enough room for his bulk to squeeze through. If there is chi tech hidden here, whether it be under the floor, in the walls, or hidden in some sort of safe, the super soldier will be forced to fish it out. Fortunately for him, being a human wrecking ball makes this sort of work trivial at worst.

[LEE CHAOLAN]
But what about Felicia?

It was just the briefest of reunions, and yet... no, it wasn't her fault. If anything, it was Lee's fault. What he did to that poor girl... and yet, if she could escape? That was just fine. As Potemkin picks through the last of his Combots, the last of the remains, Lee Chaolan was busy getting his face ground in by Sergei. By the time his 'buddies' show up, Lee Chaolan was made humble. The silver-hair executive looks up at the fact that, once again, he was a prisoner. And this time, there was no one to help him.

And the wall is smashed apart.

Within, is the case. A data case, secured and grounded by impossible levels of security, with fail-safes to destroy what was in. Lee Chaolan was the only way to get it, but, well. It seemed that the Russians had their key. As Potemkin would draw up the somewhat massive case, big enough to fit him, Lee Chaolan looks side to side. This was the Chi-Tek, the secret to the transferring technology, to his chi-powered Combots. And what else could he do now?

But flash a thumbs up in his cuffs.

"Mmmphalent." He states through his gag.

Log created on 16:07:10 11/15/2017 by Lee Chaolan, and last modified on 00:06:11 12/01/2017.