World Warrior 2018 - World Warrior Qualifiers - Juri vs Abigail

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Description: Having received their digital preorder watches from Castle Strolheim, two of the qualifiers meet up in a bar to do what you usually do in a place that serves tons of booze - fight!

This little pub on the outskirts of Strolheim has probably seen better days if the Abigail sized hole caused by the forced widening of the entrance to the tavern is any indication. In the interior, the monstrous titan literally swamps over the bar, hulking furiously over the nervous bartender with a full array of empty bottles, and half drunken pitchers of the strongest local beer scattered about in a futile attempt to sooth the behemoths burning temper. The rest of the tavern is empty, the patrons having rightfully cut and run after the behemoth made his furious entry. For his part, Abigail just slams another drink down and then smashes his huge hand onto the bar countertop, shaking the entire building in the process.

"Damn it! Who the hell does that guy think he is!" His deep voice rattles windows and shakes the walls in its raging fury. "I didn't come all this way to get insulted! I'm last place! What the hell! And he wouldn't even see me to get my invoice for my tires!!"

The bartender just sort of nods, while smiling forcibly and in light terror. It's hard to say if he even understands the Metro City titan. Abigail just peers at the man and then grunts and shakes his head and then points at an empty pitcher of beer. The bartender gets -that- much at least and begins rapidly refilling it.

Next to the giant is one of the infamous watches. His wrist is so immense it can't hope to fit it. Abigail's fingers are the size of some peoples wrists after all. But it's close by..and probably beginning to beep though the giant seems to pay it no mind and instead begin slamming another drink down.

For some, the trip halfway across the world to some random town in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere might be a new experience; for Juri, it's just another day in her typical life. Working as both a spy and assassin for the secretive S.I.N. criminal organization has lead her to many places, sometimes sending her bouncing all over the globe so often that her jet lag had jet lag. A lot of it ended up being pretty boring stuff, routine clean-up operations when one of their secret projects got out of hand or man-hunts for some escaped scientist who'd grown an unfortunate case of morality. None of that crap matters to her but she has to atleast pretend to play nice and stay on Seth's good side - for now.

Right now, however, she's not on any sort of official job. Her last assignment had resulted in a painful beating when the Engine she'd been given malfunctioned at a rather unfortunate moment. Very few things in this world make her more angry than looking like a fool and she's come across as a right proper clown that day. She'd been damn near on the verge of beating every single one of those rotten geeks to death with her bare hands by the time she got back but, as usual, that bald pastey bastard had been anticipating her outburst and quickly moved to placate her with the promise of even greater power.

It was a fortuitous coicidence by which Krauser, some arrogant German asshole living in a castle, had chosen to wave his dick in everyone's faces right as she had acquired the newest version of her eponymous eye. She'd wasted a bit of time testing it out on a few losers who'd gotten in her way, including some jellyfish creature that thought it was going to buddy up with all the people in Southtown. It'd functioned just as advertised so far but without taking it for a real test and pushing its limits, she'll never be satisfied. This World Warrior tournament seemed like a pretty good place to do just that.

As it turns out today's Bum-Fuck-Nowhere is some little burg nestled into the base of some mountains. It's a pretty nice place, as such things go. Half the time these tournaments seem to end up going down in the middle of a swamp or some ancient old forest because some asshole thought it would make for a more scenic backdrop or something stupid like that. Idiots. Where a fight goes down is of little consequence, any true warrior will adapt to their surroundings and any fight that isn't fought between people of talent and skill isn't worth the effort.

Glancing at the silvery watch on her wrist, Juri sports a bored expression as she fiddles with its controls. A miniature display shows the local area in crude blocky shapes, buildings and roads forming a simple map. Several small dots blink in syncronized rythm at various points on the grid, each one representing another one of the little toys that had been foisted on them. Shrugging her shoulders, the slender woman sets the nearest of them as her destination and meanders down the streets of the idyllic at a sedate pace, soaking up the mixture of fresh cool mountain air and pleasant sunlight.

The sounds and signs of trouble make themselves known long before Juri's shadow darkens the rather sizable hole in the front of the bar. A small crowd of former patrons mill around outside, muttering to each other in German while tossing the occassional glance at the large man noisily thumping around inside from a safe distance.

The Korean woman makes her way towards this commotion, her watch beeping in an ever more insistent fashion as she draws closer to the target. She makes no efforts to go around the throng, merely pushing her way through the middle with all the care and effort of a shark wading through a school of fish. A few loud and boisterous protests rise up to greet her but she silences them with a simple burst of her aura, psychic fires exploding out from her in a spherical blast that sends the entire crowd flying like gnats and leaves a small cracked depression in the sidewalk where she stood.

Stepping through the ruined doorway, Juri peers around the bar like a lion surveying its kingdom, her gaze lazily drifting from one side of the room to the other. Even had the place still been bustling, the hulking figure of Abigail is utterly impossible to miss, his size bordering on the ludicrous end of the scale. She eyes the muscle-bound back of the former gangster with an amused expression before sauntering up to the bar to take a seat next to him.

"Is this seat taken? Not that I'd care if it was."

The slinky teenager crosses her legs as she leans back against the bar, her voice a strange clash of sultry purr and veiled menace. She rests her elbows on its polished surface and faces out into the empty room, smiling smugly at nothing in particular. Her fingers snap to get the bartender's attention and she points to a random spot on the back wall where all of the bottles are lined up on neatly arranged shelves.

"I'll have one of those. And make it quick, I'm not the most patient girl around."

His senses slightly dulled, Abigail barely takes note of the commotion outside the bar, giving it just a sideway glance and not even picking up on the aura of menace or the flash of visible psychic power that begins to emerge into the room with all the threatening presence of a severe thunderstorm starting to rile itself up. Not that he's good on picking up on such things anyway. Abigail has little interest in reading aura's of others or picking up on such things, nor Is he easily impressed by light shows and glowy trick.

He does, however, know trouble when he sees it and has enough experience with 'bad girls' to know just what's sat besides him as Juri slides into place and purrs her order to the nervous bartender. He takes a minute to really look her over, squinting his eyes curiously and distracted now from his tirade about his treatment at the hands of Krauser's ranking systems. As of the bartender - The poor man obliges, quickly enough - if he knows English or not a mystery but he picks up on Juri's request well enough and just grabs a random bottle and slides it her way and then he starts to slowly inch his way further away from the duo.

"Oh yeah? Now that's what I'm talkin' about." Abigail finishes his visual survey of Juri and just grins, "Maybe you've got a good running engine in you. You look like you can handle some trouble.." Abigail's deep voice is appreciative as he takes note of Juri, his grin full toothed and his absurdly huge frame looming overhead like some sort of sequoia leaning over to peer at and interact with her. "But, uh, you don't look like one of these loser locals. What're you all about?"

His watch finally gets his attention and he reaches down to pluck it up between massive fingers. "Huh..guess this thing decided to get all noisy on me."

Juri's hand opens as the bottle of booze slides across the bar towards her, catching it easily in her slender fingers despite never turning to look. She flicks the cap from the top of the long glass neck with her thumb sending the small aluminum disc skittering off into the room somewhere. She gulps down several mouthfulls of the drink in a single pull, tilting her head back to let it flow easily down her throat. The tang of peppermint sears at her insides in combination with the heat of the liquor creating a pleasant ball of fire in the pit of her stomach that slowly radiates its warmth throughout the rest of her body and she lets out an appreciative sigh as the bottle is finally pulled away from her plump lips.

"Daaaamn, that's some good stuff," she says, pleasantly surprised. From the looks of the place, she'd expected this to be little more than a local watering hole with the typical trash one tends to find in places designed to cater to the middle class. "I might have to take one of these with me."

Abigail's open stare at her lithe body is met with a confident smirk as she turns to regard the massive brute directly, meeting his gaze with eyes half-lidded by lethargic nonchalance. Unlike most woman, she doesn't seem to wear a lot of make-up, but her eyes in particular seem to stand out. Thin crisp lines of dark black trace their outer edges drawing sharp constrast against her pale skin. A faint shade of pink tints her upper eyelids in an attractive fashion with a similar dash of color on her lips. It's a light touch but seems almost masterfully crafted to function in lock-step with her teasingly seductive mannerisms to make her seem to almost radiate an sensual allure, like a fly-trap drawing unwary insects into its reach with the false promise a delicious meal; or a spider, laying out the near invisible threads of its web.

"Mmmm, the real question is 'can trouble handle me?'."

The teenager's tongue slides slowly across her lips, savoring the lingering taste of the spicy ale in a rather suggestive fashion. Bad girl? Hah! She makes bad girls look like nuns. She's never met another woman that could even pretend to keep up with her exploits, which is why she tends to find them rather boring. But men... there's just something about that animalistic drive to achieve success through strength that makes them so... delicious.

Shifting her position on the stool, Juri crosses her legs the other way and cocks her head to the side to peer up at the mountain of muscles without straining her neck, taking another swing from her bottle as she sizes him up.

"As for what I'm about... well I'm all about having fun. Drinking. Fighting. Fucking. So long as my partner can keep up, then I'm having a good time."

She smirks, the corner of her lips twisting upwards slightly as a faint glimmer of sinister light twinkles in her left eye. An ominous sense of foreboding fills the room as her aura starts to flare, bright purple energy flickering along the edges of her body like candle flames.

"What about you, huh? Think you know how to show a girl a good time?"


Abigail watches as Juri's aura fires up. He squints his eyes, blinking a few times, then looks to his watch, then back to Juri, then back to his watch again and finally just bursts out a loud laugh that rumbles through the area like the sound of a distant earthquake. His vast chest lurching up and down as he balls his hand into a fist and wraps it around the watch, muffling its sound off.

"Well aren't you just a bundle of bad news, girl?" he rumbles. He presses back from the bar, lurching up from the three or four barstools he had been seated on, revealing their compressed bent frames as he towers up and up and up in an endless lurching rise that seems to send his head rocketing somewhere towards the ceiling rafters.

"With a mouth like that to match your looks, I doubt to many can keep up with you - that is unless you're just all talk! You're here though, so I guess that must count for something."

He slips the watch into his pocket and then grins while lacing his huge fingers together and cracking his knuckles. The sound splinters the air like that of tree trunks cracking and boulders splintering. "I bet I can show you a good time though, assuming you got the horse power to keep up! Whaddya say? Want to give it a go and show me that your engine isn't just all show and no go?"

Juri's head tilts back, her gaze following Abigail up as he rises to his full monsterous height. The sheer size of the man alone would probably be enough to cause the average fighter pause. When you show up to a street fight, you don't expect to find an elephant that looks ripped on more steroids than a professional baseball team to be waiting for you. For her, however, the extra challenge just makes it more fun. Beating down some random loser doesn't give her much of a thrill. She needs the excitement of a proper challenge, to know that even the best of the best can't stand up to her power.

"Bad news is my middle name, Tiny," she says with a playful laugh, taking another drink. "And now that you've got my motor running, I'll show you exactly how it purrs when I'm firing on all cylinders. Don't come crying to me later if you can't handle it though!"

Pushing the bottle of booze down the bar, the slinky Korean suddenly leaps to her feet, seeming to shift from her relaxed posture to an aggressive lunge in the blink of an eye. With the both of them practically on top of each other to begin with, she doesn't have to move far to lash out at Abigail's massive frame. Blazing purple energy flares as she snaps one of her legs out at him, her bare foot tracing a crescent of pyscho energy through the air as she drives it at the side of his trunk-like knee without warning.

COMBATSYS: Juri has started a fight here.

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Juri             0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.

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Juri             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0          Abigail

COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Juri's Fuharenkyaku.

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Juri             0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0          Abigail

The impact slams against Abigail's towering limbs with a sharp cracking impact that sounds closer to a shotgun sounding off then anything else, and that sends a crackle of psycho power spiraling up into the air and washing over Abigail's monstrous limb.

"Whoa!" he rumbles, body tilting slightly, shadow rolling over the retreating frame of bartender who looks terrified as if thinking Abigail is about to fall backwards onto him. But Abigail endures. For his part, he staggers but he doesn't go down, absorbing the full punishment of the attack but remaining as upright and as sturdy as his huge body frame implies that he is.

He then lunges forward for Juri, his towering frame leaning down and forward with his shoulder that then swats around an arm that looks bigger then her entire body. The back fisted strike tears into the bar, ripping it up from its moorings but not pausing as Abigail's momentum carries him forward into a spin, twisting his body around to bring his other fist hurtling towards her in a thunderous upper cut. A two prong assault that would send most fighters hurtling the distance should it connect.

COMBATSYS: Juri instinctively dodges Abigail's Abi Twist.

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Juri             0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0          Abigail

The dull crunch of creaking bones and straining muscles as her devastating kick lands against the rock solid mass of Abigail's leg makes the small girl break out into a devilish grin, one which grows only wider upon discovering that it doesn't simply floor the gaint. Few people can take a strike like that and just keep on coming, much less a direct hit to the joint. No matter how big her opponents get, there's no escaping basic biology.

The faint twinkle in Juri's left eye grows in strength until her pupil glows with the neon purple energy as the Feng Shui Engine comes to life in response to the sudden outbreak of violence. As Abigail lumbers forward and leans down to strike at her, a thousand calculations race across her vision in the span of a heartbeat as the potent battle computer analyzes his movements and predicts a path of aggression.

With this information in mind, it proves a trivial task for the lithe teenager to escape his sweeping blows unscathed. She leans backwards like a gymnast, her body arching into a bow as his massive backhanded strike sweeps out to smash at the spot where her torso had just been moments before. The bone-crushing uppercut that follows likewise finds no purchase on the elusive assassin, the girl gracefully continuing her backwards motion into a quick backflip that carries her mere inches beyond his reach with machine-like precision.

"Hahaha! You're pretty tough not to drop from a hit like that. I guess I can have a little fun with you after all..."

Still grinning like a cat that has found a mouse to toy with, Juri comes at him again, this time moving with a deliberate but slow approach. She slinks forward a few steps and then suddenly shifts to one side, lashing out at the towering mechanic again with another glowing kick. This time she comes in low and fast, driving her heel into the side of his ankle in another attempt to work his joints over. She follows this up with a sudden rising snap kick from the other leg, hoping to catch him as he teeters or falls or intercept any further attempts to disrespect her strength by just walking right through her attacks.

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Juri's Fusatsusen.

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Juri             0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Abigail

Psycho Power rolls through the air in an expanding halo of energy. Juri's kick finds purchase again but this time it's into the forearm and palm of Abigail's monster arms as the giant turtles into a defensive stance and absorbs the brunt of her attacks like a sledgehammer being taken into a hanging slab of meat the size of a van.

"Looks like you got some vroom-vroom after all!" he rumbles, sounding pleased at this discovery .. but deep down something else stirs as well. The desire to not be made a fool of and an understanding that this is a little different then the random encounters that have stumbled through Metro City or bothered him at his scrapyard. He'd been pushed and prodded and so finally decided to emerge from the shadows of Metro City to take the world stage only to be ranked dead last due to the fact he's an unknown and not being taken seriously and this is after the damaging of his personal property no less!

And so there's a spark in him that actually wants to take this a little more seriously .. for once.

"All you psychopaths out there with your psycho this and ninja that, though. I'm gonna show you what real horsepower looks feels like!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail focuses on his next action.

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Juri             0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Abigail

The agile fighter hops a couple of steps back as her strikes are deflected, leaning back to stand on one leg while the other hangs loosely in the air in a stork-like posture. Normally, she's not the sort of girl to go easy on someone when they've picked a fight with her but today she's feeling a little more playful than usual. After being cooped up for so long in Southtown, she wants to enjoy herself and drag things out a bit. There isn't anything really riding on the outcome of this fight other than her own pride and if there's one thing that she isn't lacking in it's self-confidence.

"Oooh, you gonna impress me with your big manly piston? I like it when my partner talks dirty to me."

Juri lowers her leg and leans forward, her hands cupping her petite breasts. She slowly runs them down her sides, slender fingers tracing the delicate contours of her shapely figure in a teasing sensual display until they come to rest on her hips. The teenager smirks mischievously and beckons him with a 'come hither' gesture, seeming to leave herself wide open.

"Show me what you've got, hotrod."

COMBATSYS: Juri lets you live a little longer.

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Juri             0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0          Abigail

"Hey, I think I might be a little out of your age range. You keep talking like that you're liable to get me in trouble for being all indecent or something." Abigail quips while straightening back up into his slightly hunched combat ready stance. "What're they teaching you kids these days."

Apparently beating her with his massive fists isn't on the 'naughty list' though as he balls those huge fists up and suddenly lunges at her, literally leaping into the air with a lift off that shakes the entire pub and sends his huge body crashing into and through the ceiling with a rain of plaster and debris as he literally flips - though acrobatically isn't the best way to describe how it looks. A full rotation does happen though and he comes crashing back down towards Juri, a mad grin on his bull dog of a face
Both of his huge fists ball up like twin wrecking balls and as he lands they come hurtling for her body and the general area around her.

COMBATSYS: Juri blocks Abigail's Giant Flip.

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Juri             0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Abigail

"Pfft. Okay, /dad/."

Juri rolls her eyes in perfect teenager form at the poke about her age but there isn't an actual annoyance in her posture or tone. If anything, she seems amused by the fact that this giant is more worried about being accused of indecency when he's quite happy to try and crush her into paste. People have weird values in the west.

Abigail's flying leap causes the slender girl to drop back into her fighting stance, leg drawing up protectively infront of her. It seems a scant bit of protection against several hundred pounds of muscle hurtling towards her while bits of wood and plaster rain down from his brush with the ceiling, but at the last second she leaps backwards and avoids the direct impact of those mighty fists entirely. The wooden floors shatter under the power of the blow sending shards of wooden paneling as well as several chairs and tables flying in all directions. Juri wards off several pieces of debris, taking a stool to the shoulder in the process, but she shrugs it off with apparent ease and turns her manic grin back to full power.

"Haha, wow. You sure pack a punch. Now let's see if you can take one!"

Swatting aside a fallen table with quick push, Juri leans forward like an olympic runner squaring up for a race. She kicks off a moment later, her form streaking into a blur of intense speed as she blazes across the room. The young taekwondo master rushes directly torwards Abigail but instead of striking at him immediately, she ducks and slides past him in an attempt to get to his rear before he has time to figure out what has happened. She twists as she rises back to her feet, spinning like a top to deliver a single wicked kick to the small of the gaint man's back, her leg blazing with neon fury.

COMBATSYS: Abigail interrupts Kasatsushu from Juri with Abi Lift.

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Juri             1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0          Abigail

Hey standards are weird in certain parts of the world and some guys have a weird sense of honor. Hitting a provocative teenage girl with hands capable of crushing cars between them as easily as one crushes an empty soda can is somehow less egregious then responding to her sexual innuendo and come ons without inhibitions. One could say at least she's -asking- for the punishment? At least that's how Abigail sees it.

But there's no time to dwell on the bizarre sense of skewed ethics or logic. Juri blurs into action, practically warping across the room before Abigail has a chance to rebound and settle his near half ton mass from the force of his landing.

Or maybe not. He suddenly turns, his billboard wide back spinning around and a blur of a massive arm hurtling around at juri like an I-Beam cut loose from a construction site. "KABOO<!" he roars, just before sending the giant fist in a wide backhand arc that slams into her just before she's able to find full purchase with her kick. A resounding impact that shakes the entire building, wildly, occurs.


For the first time since arriving, Juri displays something other than excessively suggestive behavior as a fist the size of her entire torso slams into her at incredible speed. The walls shudder from the sheer impact sending up a brief puff of dust as the shockwave throws the loose detrius up into the air again. There is a second foundation-rattling thud when the girl hits the far wall, her body splatting against the thick concrete so hard that it leaves a small indent behind when she flops onto the floor in a heap of tangled limbs.

Harsh wheezing coughs fill the room as Juri tries to suck fresh air back into her crushed lungs. It takes her a couple of moments to shake off the brief daze but she slowly climbs back to her feet, staggering into a wide stance. The teenager stares at the ground for several long seconds, her legs seeming to shake with the effort to remain standing. And it's no wonder. A girl that small getting hit that hard? Surely she's pretty much down for the count.

However, when she finally lifts her head to look Abigail in the face again, it is not pain or anguish etched into her pretty features, but a look of pure rage. The subtle tremor that had been traveling up her legs suddenly spreads to the rest of her body as she quivers with raw unbridled fury. The soft sound of creaking leather can be heard as her gloved fists clench into tight balls of murderous violence, though it is quickly drowned out by her angry shouts, the suggestive venom in her voice replaced with unfiltered hatred.

"How dare... you...! HOW DARE YOU?!"

Brilliant purple fire explodes to life around Juri as her killing intent rises begins to fill the air with dark corrupted power. The sensation of her very presence becomes something palpable and oppressive, merely being near the girl a trial on the soul as her manic fury tears at both mind and body with the shadow promise of murder.

"You like things fast?! Well, I'm about to go from zero to FUCKING YOU UP in under five seconds! Aaaaagh!"

With that...elegant metaphor to signal the beginning her of vengeful assault, Juri hurls herself across the room. The speed she had shown before becomes almost trivial by comparison to what she displays now, outrage and the full power of the Feng Shui Engine pushing her already impressive skills to even greater heights. The girl's body simply seems to disappear into a smear of muted colors with a sizzling purple comet at its core as she closes the gap in the span of a heartbeat.

What follows can only be described as raw brutality on a scale that transcends mere violence and becomes a work of art, unfettered fury and passion made real by years of dedicated training. Her legs lash out in a tidal wave of unrelenting strikes, each sweeping lash of her foot the master stroke of a artist's brush, the wide frame of the muscular mechanic her chosen canvas. She paints him with hues of destruction and suffering, bright flares of anguish streaking the air in brief but painful scorching neon purple.

COMBATSYS: Abigail Toughs Out Juri's Fuharenjin!

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Juri             0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1          Abigail

Well this is no fun. What happened to all the sexual innuendo and cute quips and sarcastic remarks??

"Hey, calm down! What's the matter with you, are you psycho or something? Lemme tell you more about my 'giant piston' or something. It's really really huge! I got stories."
%ArThe attempt to bait her doesn't seem to work and Abigail frowns and actually takes a step backwards as the murderous energy fills the room. He then narrows his eyes and begins to speak again, a look of agitation once more creasing his heavy features. He moves to speak again but there's no time as Juri practically moves in the space between seconds - blurring faster then his senses can imagine to be upon him and then plant her foot square into the center of his body for the beginning of her assault. Psycho power explodes through him, emitting out of his back in a geyser of energy and raging through him in a torrent of fury and a bonfire of brilliant colors. His body is battered by her series of assaults, compressing inwards and backwards more and more until he suddenly emits a loud "RARRRGGH!" and presses his gigantic chest out, flexing muscles to sizes that would dwarf those carried by beasts of burden. His physique bursts through his tee shirt, shredding it violently and his biceps swell, bursting through the tires wrapped around them as he grows ever larger and steam billows from his ears and out his nostrils and mouth.

He swings a giant fist around in a rapid fire counter attack intending on slamming into Juri's stomach to lift her high into the air above his head height and then he follows this up with another blow and then another in and then another in a rapid fire series of machine gun punches with impossible speed and force while roaring, "ABIGAIL PUNCH!"

Well this is no fun. What happened to all the sexual innuendo and cute quips and sarcastic remarks??

"Hey, calm down! What's the matter with you, are you psycho or something? Lemme tell you more about my 'giant piston' or something. It's really really huge! I got stories."

The attempt to bait her doesn't seem to work and Abigail frowns and actually takes a step backwards as the murderous energy fills the room. He then narrows his eyes and begins to speak again, a look of agitation once more creasing his heavy features. He moves to speak again but there's no time as Juri practically moves in the space between seconds - blurring faster then his senses can imagine to be upon him and then plant her foot square into the center of his body for the beginning of her assault. Psycho power explodes through him, emitting out of his back in a geyser of energy and raging through him in a torrent of fury and a bonfire of brilliant colors.

His body is battered by her series of assaults, compressing inwards and backwards more and more until he suddenly emits a loud "RARRRGGH!" and presses his gigantic chest out, flexing muscles to sizes that would dwarf those carried by beasts of burden. His physique bursts through his tee shirt, shredding it violently and his biceps swell, bursting through the tires wrapped around them as he grows ever larger and steam billows from his ears and out his nostrils and mouth.

He swings a giant fist around in a rapid fire counter attack intending on slamming into Juri's stomach to lift her high into the air above his head height and then he follows this up with another blow and then another in and then another in a rapid fire series of machine gun punches with impossible speed and force while roaring, "ABIGAIL PUNCH!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Juri with Abigail Punch.

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Juri             1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0          Abigail

Impossibly, the murderous rampage that Juri unleashes seems only to feed into the massive giant's own furious strength. While each blow takes its toll upon his body, it also seems to grant him a measure of terrible resolve as his muscles swell up to the point of absurdity, the skin of his arms and legs straining like over-stuffed sausages.

Once more that powerful fist swings out to catch the girl in mid-strike and she grunts as his thick limb send her skywards. Momentarily staggered, she puts up little resistance as he hammers her over and over, though her aura seems to flare up with each impact as if to ward away his blows with raw fury. It works, to an extent, slowing the terrible blows but not outright stopping them. Each punch earns another muted cry of pain as the lithe teenager rocks with the force of the blows until the final strike sends her once more tumbling across the bar to crash into yet more furniture.

It takes far less effort for Juri to get back on her feet this time. Chairs and tables fly as she kicks her way out from underneath the pile of debris, kipping up to her feet with a deft flick of her legs. She glowers at Abigail but her anger seems to be mixed with a healthy dose of crazy now, her expression one of manic glee as her face splits into a Chesire Cat smile with teeth flashing in the dim light.

"Psycho? Hahaha! Oh, I'll show you /psycho/! Haaaaa....!"

Juri lets out a low gutteral cry as she starts to draw more power into herself, calling upon the Feng Shui Engine to feed her yet more of that twisted energy. Her aura flares as it swells in size until her entire body is consumed in a madly burning pyre of purple energy. The girls lets a faint echoing laugh slip through her lips as she draws in energy for some nefarious purpose, her left eye entirely ablaze with shimmering pyscho power now!

COMBATSYS: Juri grins madly as she crackles with flickering pscyho power!

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Juri             1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0          Abigail

"It's lke you're leaking bad oil! You crazies are always out there underestimating me! Well that's why I decided to do this World Warrior nonsense!" Abigail slams a fist into a flying table, shattering it and sending the remains rebounding into the walls and windows of the ruined pub as he begins to stalk forward towards Juri, heedless o the lashing psycho power and the pressure of her aura. "So let's do this, then!"

A single foot slams forward, shaking the foundations of the building and rocking the outside city block from his brutish strength. The superhuman hot-rodder then bounds forward, bringing both of his fists around in a double fisted hammer blow that sweeps aside additional tables and chairs while arcing for her lithe form violently.

COMBATSYS: Juri blocks Abigail's Hammerblow.

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Juri             2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0          Abigail

"Come on! You better hit me with all you've got or you're gonna regret it!"

Juri taunts her gargantuan opponent as he laments his lot in life, perpetually underestimated and looked over by the heavy-weights in the fighting world. Unfortunately, for him, this isn't just some arrogant kid who's into bloodsports that he's gotten himself tangled up with. Dangerous and crazy, she's someone who gets her thrills by crushing the strong underneath her heels. Every powerful strike that he delivers, every impossible feat of endurance that he displays just makes his suffering all the sweeter when she finally lays him low!

Abigail, for his part, doesn't seem to be holding back which is a smart move. Far too many people see a teenager or a girl and refuse to give their all. Sadly, it doesn't seem like his best is going to be good enough this time. Juri is almost a force of nature, her terrible killing spirit bolstered to near mythical levels by the power of the Feng Shui Engine.

She wards off his blow with disgusting ease, snapping her leg up to meet the double-fisted swing on her shin and despite the disgusting difference in size and mass Abigail's swing is stopped cold. Juri's grin widens slightly as she takes a moment to let the error of his actions sink in, purple power washing off her in waves now to batter his mind with an intense ominous pressure. While he can't see what she's about to do to him, he can feel the murderous intent as clearly as if she was screaming it from the top of her lungs into his ears.

"Too bad. Looks like you just aren't good enough!"

Juri lifts her leg to free his arms but as she does so her entire body spins, her leg swinging around in a full rotation as her aura explodes to life around it. The girl becomes a whirlwind of sizzling psycho power, hammering the mechanic again and again with an increasingly fast barrage of spinning kicks as the both of them rise into the air on a whirlwind of psycho power.

COMBATSYS: Abigail Toughs Out Juri's Kaisen Dankairaku!!
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Juri             0/-------/---<<<<|=======\-------\1          Abigail

The titan fumes now. He's perhaps revealed to much in his tantrum like tirade and Juri has used it against him to make him feel that much more embarrassed about the whole thing. Not to mention the raw power that she's putting forth which even he can sense now even though he can't exactly articulate what he's feeling or how. As she finishes peaking and leans in for her attack he simply snarls and rumbles, any of his prior jovial cheer now gone completely.

"Whatever you do you had better put me down with it."

And she probably expected to! Her assault explodes in against him with the rushing fury of a bomb - except it becomes a bomb exploding against the biggest of vault doors as Abigail's immensity shoves its way forward through the bonfire of psycho power. His massive hand lunges up overhead and then slams down in a palm-slap big enough to cover the roof of some cars and with the weight of it attempting to bear Juri down to the tavern floor with enough force to set off any nearby seismometers.

"YEAH!" he roars furiously as if this assault hits, Juri would then find Abigail's gigantic foot plummeting down towards her with full Kaiju like intention to slam his weight down on her and literally follow up his earthquake causing slam with another one resulting from him walking straight over her and through the bonfire of her aura.

COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Juri with Hit and Run.

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Juri             0/-------/<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0          Abigail

Somehow, against all odds, the gaint wall of meat simply plows through the devastation she unleashes for a second time. Unable to correct her momentum against such a ludicrous turn of events, she is all but helpless as the massive palm swats her to the floor like a volley ball being spiked into the sand. She craters into the floorboards violently, only to be stomped on like a bug by the human rhinocerous. Even bolstered as she is by the Feng Shui Engine, this is starting to become a little bit too much.

Peeling herself off the ground, Juri groans as she rises to one knee, staggering slightly with the accumulation of more and more injuries. Considering how much she's been thrown around so far, it's almost miraculous that she can even stand at this point, much less continue to fight but that angry flare of pyscho power persists and her rage seems to only grow greater in the face of this mockery of fate.

"You wanna die that bad, huh?! Fine! I'll put you down, alright! I'm gonna break every bone in your body, one at a time!"

Whirling in place, the teenager lashes her foot out at Abigail and a crescent of blazing psycho power erupts from the trailing edge of her foot. It scythes across the small space between them and explodes like a miniature grenade, assailing his flesh and mind with more of her fury.

COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits Abigail with Fuhajin.

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Juri             1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Abigail

"Whoulf!!? "

This time Abigail fails to find defensive purchase. He slipped to far this way or to far that way or just simply didn't have it in him. Eitherway the attack sears into his body and soul and ruptures the air with a burning explosive flash of light and psychic flame, briefly obscuring his huge body from sight. It certainly drives the titan back a few steps, staggering him and sending his mind and body reeling before he's able to recover himself with a shake of his head.

"Pfft...I'm gonna make you work for it, that's for sure!" he roars. Before suddenly bounding forward and leaping - again - at Juri! He brings both of his massive legs up and then launches them out at her in a tremendous drop kick that is sure to leave an Abigail sized imprint in the floor once he lands. "BOOM!"

COMBATSYS: Juri parries Abigail's Ontario Drop!

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Juri             1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0          Abigail

Play time is over.

Practically dripping with hatred and fury, Juri's tolerance for this farce has reached its end. No longer bothering to toy with her opponent or cut him even the slightest bit of slack, she draws upon the terrible power granted to her by the Engine to its fullest and lunges forwards to meet the flying mountain even as he hurls himself bodily at her.

"Don't worry! I'll let you live long enough to have some fun! Hahaha!"

The massive tree-trunks of Abigail's legs are swatted aside with a skillful snap of the wrist and a bit of fancy footwork, he battle computer feeding her telemetry data on his form and angle of approach though even without it she can see through his intent with ease. She casually slips past the clumsy attack and takes up a position at the mechanic's side as he falls to the ground after his failed assault, her eye already glowing in anticipation of what is to come. The girl grins again, her pristine white teeth stained with a few faint traces of blood this time.

"Eat this!"

Juri's foot snaps up high in the air, coming down at the huge man's chest in a powerful snap kick that leaves a trail of purple fire in its wake. She stomps on him several times, driving her heel down into his body in machine-gun like fashion in revenge for his attack earlier. Eventually, however, she grows tired of this and shifts to a new vector, drawing her leg back like a soccer player in an attempt to blast the humongous pile of meat off the floor so that she can hammer away at him with a few more kicks before sending him flying with a final but powerful straight kick that would send him crashing into what remains of the bar and its collection of booze bottles.

COMBATSYS: Abigail Toughs Out Juri's Feng Shui Engine EX!!
COMBATSYS: Abigail refuses to stay down!

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Juri             0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0          Abigail

The entire back wall comes crashing down with that impact. Drinks fly everywhere and hurtle to the ground as the remains of the bar pile atop each other, creating a mountain of debris like some sort of bizarre burial cairne.

All seems to die down and for the briefest of instants it seems as if this was enough to put the behemoth down for the count..but then the hill of rubble explodes - pieces flying every direction - and Abigail comes surging forth with a grin on his face. He looks battered but he seems to yet not be broken. On the brink but still a run way semitruck as he barrels across the area, shaking the ground, and lowering his torso to attempt to slam it full bore into Juri.

"I'm pushing it to the Red Line!!"

COMBATSYS: Juri blocks Abigail's Reckless Assault.

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Juri             0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0          Abigail

Juri remains where she is as the big man goes flying. Though she's still riding high on the adrenaline and power of the Engine, her body isn't immune to the pain that's been building up after the abuse she's taken here. She takes a moment to recover her composure, drawing in a long deep breath but just as she starts to exhale in satisfaction the bar explodes as the Abigail Express comes barreling her way.

"Seriously?! You just don't know when to quit..."

Lifting her leg defensively as before, the tiny teenager plants her foot on the comparitively massive man's face, grinding her heel into his cheek as she digs the other into the floor. Her teeth clench with effort as she struggles to bring him to a halt, her back plowing through yet more furniture as the pair of them skid across the room in a titanic clash of willpower and endurance.

Ultimately, it is the slinky teen that wins out in this contest, her backwards slide slowly but inexorably grinding to a halt a few feet away from the wall opposite the bar. She sneers at Abigail, ignoring the burning pain in her legs and twists her foot back and forth a couple of times.

"Finally hit your limit? Then go to hell!"

Juri's posture shifts slightly, the foot she'd used to stop the massive mechanic sliding sideways past his face to hook around that gigantic neck. She twirls as tugs downwards, using leverage to pull the oversized brute forward into a staggering trip while also dragging herself up and behind him. The teenager spins again as she slips past Abigail and her leg snaps out with the motion, lashing at the back of his thick skull where it meets the spine in a brain-jolting blow that should finally put him out of commission.

COMBATSYS: Abigail Toughs Out Juri's Karen Geri!

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Juri             0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1          Abigail

Abigail has his own share of being surprised as well.

"'re strong, little girl! What's that crazy energy stuff -doing- to you? Can't be healthy, that's for su-"

Juri's kick assault lands thunderously, ultimately sending him down towards the ground where he slams into it and rebounds with force that pretty much seals the fate of any remaining upright furniture in the bar.

And then, again, he lurches back up to his feet, hovering over the psycho teen.

"So you got some vroom vroom to you after all.." he grunts out, sounding half drunk and dazed.

There's a final sudden burst of energy and power as he leaps upward over her and then pounds both of his huge fists dow like an incoming piledriver. The impact shatters windows as he slams his fists down again, and then again, and then again, cratering the area around Juri in an attempt to flatten her before he finally topples over from the momentum of one of his own strikes to either land on her directly or fall slightly to the side should she side step. It seems the behemoths finally been put down.

COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.

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Juri             0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Juri dodges Abigail's Mighty Giant Flip.

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Juri             0/-------/---====|

At this point, it's pretty clear that the huge warrior is running on little more than fumes. His strikes, already somewhat ham-fisted and clumsy, appear to be little more than the violent deathspams of a dying creature. Tables shatter and boards break with every thundering hammer blow sending chips of wood flying in all directions like the shrapnel of repeated grenade blasts.

Juri dances easily away from these awkward flailings, casually avoiding the collateral damage with a swift retreat from the general area. She falls back to the bar and hops up onto what remains of the counter, quirking an eyebrow at Abigail in open amusement until he finally keels over. She watches him for a few more seconds just to make sure the bastard is finally down for good before reaching back to grab one of the unbroken liquor bottles from the mess they'd made.

Fresh fire sears her throat and stomach as the girl downs half a bottle in one long pull but she ignores the temporary discomfort until the pleasant tingle of numbness from the alcohol sinks into her battered muscles. Clear fluid dribbles down her chin as she pulls the bottle away, tossing it aside to shatter on the pile like the others, and it drips down onto her thin top to leave dark blotchy patches on the fabric. Her eyes lock on the toppled titan, a look of devilish malice in her youthful features as she stalks over to him.

"I told you I wouldn't kill you yet."

Her deep alto voice slithers from her lips in a predatory purr as she speaks, that playful lilt returning to her speech now. He might not even be able to hear her right now but she doesn't particularly care because it won't change the outcome. Dark intentions flash in her eyes as she lifts a foot and rests it on the side of the mechanic's head, grinding her heel into his cheek until the flesh distorts his face into a funny shape. No one hurts her like that and just walks away from it.

"But, oh, I am going to make you wish I would..."

Log created on 18:11:30 02/04/2018 by Juri, and last modified on 15:59:21 02/05/2018.