Match of the Millennium

Description: Abigail brings meals on wheels to Azrael! Will Azrael find a feast or just order a small carry out??

[AZRAEL]
Close, but no cigar. Although Abigail has managed to press many well-ranked fighters to the limits, he has failed to clinch victory; despite rising very far from the bottom, this is not a game of horseshoes, and he must prove his great power is the real deal if he desires to make the cut into the final elimination tournament. Many of those at the top of the list are legendary warriors, and the only one who seems strange is... Azrael. The alias of 'Mad Dog' is present, yet he went from near the bottom to one of the top five competitors in a single week. And, if one started in Greece, with the aide of Strolheim's transportation network, not difficult to track down with the GPS of that pinky-fitting watch.

Of course, Abigail would need to navigate into an utterly empty area not far from the shores; and right now, Azrael is... sleeping. He's laying on his back, arms crossed before his chest, head atop a rock. Blue hair obscures his eyes, white coat fluttered beneath with bare chest open to the cold air. Loud, deafening snores leave him regularly, and it's likely not possible for someone to drop their guard more. Akuma was an excellent meal; he's been in a torpor since it concluded, aura presently drawn into his body for proper digestion and giving the appearance of a well-built, if entirely mundane, warrior.

Again... he wants to fight Akuma again. Two people, trying to murder each other, no games, no logic... ahhhh. Happy, happy dreams...

[ABIGAIL]
Well whaddya know it, Great Britain has Monster Trucks also!

A favor called in here, a deposit of money there, and Abigail is tearing across the country side in a massive truck the size of a tank, bearing down on Azreal's position with one massive arm lazily leaning outside of the window as the rest of his body fills up the cab of the immense vechicle like a pile of meat stuffed into packaging all to small for it. A Death Metal cover of 'God Save The Queen' blasts out from the horns and speakers of the titanic truck as it and its driver trundle towards the sleeping Mad Dog and in the process likely break any number of ordnances and laws by means of its off road rumbling and travel over the Great Britain landscape.

It doesn't take long for him to see Azrael and he brings the truck to a halt and leans out the window to peer at the man curiously and then at the tiny watch hanging on the dashboard of the truck.

"What the.. The first time I actually try and find somebody in this crazy mess..and this is what I get?" he complains before honking the horn furiously a few times and then shoving the door to the truck open. Indeed his encounter with Athena and his rise in the rankings has fired him up. Curiosity about the merits of the World Warrior thing drives him now. Monsters, psychopaths and freaks most of them seem to be but there seems to be more to it then meets the eye. Something to ignite the fighting spirit, even if he still complains about the logistics of it.

"Hey! GET UP! It's time to go high octane!"

[AZRAEL]
The watch is definitely pointing directly at Azrael, and indicating that he's the nearest person as well. Only despite the very ground quaking heavily from the monster truck laden with Abigail, shaking stones and bushes all around, there's not really any response from Azrael. The hair falls away from his face, eyes still shut and a massive trail of saliva running down his cheek. The horn blares heavily amongst the music, but this man must be dead to the world, despite his broad chest expanding and contracting from snoring breaths. Looks like simple noise isn't going to cut the mustard, here...

[ABIGAIL]
"The hell..?"

Abigail pounds on the horn a few more times. Cranks the music up. Revs the engines wildly and cycles through the fury of noise a few times before finally going, "YEARRRGH!" and kicking open the door of truck to begin the process of climbing out of it..emerging from the cab like some endless expanse of muscle until he finally drops his full weight to the ground, shaking the earth violently in the process. Once emerged it's...probably a question of logic how he actually was in the truck to begin with as he seems in some respects to be bigger than it - much less capable of driving it - but that's a mystery for another time as he gingerly reaches back in to retrieve the watch and then turn the keys and remove them.

He then marches right over towards Azrael with all his seismometer triggering footsteps and weight hitting the ground with causing rocks to bounce and the earth to boom as he draws closer and closer.

He eventually comes to a stop, standing right over Azrael at the Mad Dog's head and looking down at him furiously. "HEY! WAKE UP! Th'hell do I have to do to wake you up! Hit you with the truck!?? It's a rental!"

[AZRAEL]
Gradually, slowly, Azrael begins to come to. It's more the sudden presence of the hulking figure above, eclipsing the fading sun and casting him in shadow. His face scrunches up, snore cutting off abruptly as he suddenly surges forward into an upright sit, hands thumping down to either side. "..." Crimson eyes slit open, and the beautiful dream of his death-waltz with Akuma fades away. Now there's just the barren expanse of Great Britain in all directions, and this strange creature standing near. "...Goddamnit." Slowly he rises, coming up only to Abigail's chest, but seeming to hardly be intimidated in the slightest as he glares upwards. "I'm still full...!!" Fight. Fight. Fight. The desire is stlil flooding through his veins, his powerful presence beginning to seep out in all directions, light itself seeming to dim nearby.

[ABIGAIL]
Abigail has seen some weird junk in this tourney. In fact all of his matches so far have been against some strange mumbo jumbo. Psycho this. Fire and gravity that. And so forth. So the strange aura..the odd pressure.. even the perception of the area darkening..that doesn't bother him per se. Not yet at least. Perhaps it was good he and Juri..'hit it off' first, so to speak.

It's the strange wording. "Huh? What're you talking about? Full? There's nothing to eat around here for miles. What're you doing way out here in the middle of nowhere anyway!" He spreads his gigantic arms wide - freakishly immense even with Azrael's own stature and size being present. He does take note of this. Largest guy he's seen yet next to himself.

"You aint another one of those psychopaths that need to lighten up are you? What's with this tournament attracting insane asylum escapes..?"

He takes a few steps back and looks at his watch, "I hear you shot up in the ranks so I got curious about your horse power!"

[AZRAEL]
"Shut up..." Azrael grumbles out, rubbing at the side of his face as he feels the last embers of fire leave his mind. He's left cold and wanting, and those hungry eyes fall upon Abigail like he were some oversized appetizer. "Hrrm... you got good muscles. Alright, fine... if you disappoint me though, I'll bury you in the ground." He then spreads his stance, shoulders rolling heavily as his jaw stretches out in a grandiose yawn. Both hands slip into the pockets of his white pants, expression bored and disappointed. "Go on, then. Hit me. As hard as you can... let's see if you've got anything in you or not!!"

[ABIGAIL]
Okay so. Psychopath. Abigail is ..confused. Anger rises at being told to shut up but then he pauses and immediately cools as he considers Azrael's request.

"Are you...are you crazy? Are you serious? I mean, it's not that simple. I kinda...don't we gotta get ..you know..fired up first or something? Some Vroom vroom and Kaboom? And Boom? Plus..won't that hurt? I mean you -want- to get hit by me as hard as I can hit you?"

cONFUSED. Tilt. Do Not Pass Go. He's clearly having a hard time processing this as this is something he's..just never been asked before.

"it's..sort of usually the other way around, see."

[AZRAEL]
"Hitting me will fire me up..." Azrael grumbles, sounding impatient and annoyed when the offer isn't immediately grasped. He's utterly defenseless right now, not making even the slightest attempt to put up some kind of guard, which is a possible death sentence to most anyone who dared to stand opposite Abigail regardless of how strong they believe they are. "Just do it already. Or I'll get angry..." His teeth grind together audibly, crimson eyes widening with a deeply predatory glance. A sudden wash of something else; an aura of raw intimidation. Even trained soldiers can fall quaking and terrified to their knees in the presence of it, only whispered by those who survived as 'The Terror'. "Do it... Hit me... LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!! HAHAHAHA!!" He yanks out his arms, spreading his arms wide and inviting. It's clear that if Abigail doesn't... he's going to come. And if the instincts of the giant pacifist work well, that is not a mundane proposition!

[ABIGAIL]
Oh he's no pacifist per se. He's just..confused. After all this is a guy who once tried actively to block a man and his friends from rescuing his daughter from a being held hostage by a mob boss but that's neither here nor now and honestly well beneath Azrael's notice and interest. New leaf or no, though, Abigail is a man of violence it's just..he's usually not being -invited- to do so.

So the confirmation was all he really needed. The -added- incentive of that aura though.. that does roll into him. The alarm bells of what most classically trained martial artists would identify as aura or instinct pressure can be felt by him even if he has no name for it and he immediately feels Azrael means business even if he's no mere soldier to go quaking and falling to the ground over it. But he -will- comply. That much is..well..apparently he had better!

"Fine, fine!" he rumbles while balling up a huge fist and twisting his massive frame back, muscles flaring gigantically, ripping through his tank top as a bicep the size of a buick bulges up in a titanic flex. His fist balls up into a boulder sized limb, knuckles cracking like the splintering of tree trunks in a forest fire.

"Just don't' say I didn't warn you.."

WIth that he swings, bringing his arm forward and down in an arcing swing right for Azrael's torso, his body lunging into it violently and a shockwave of earth shaking force proceeding the swing and blasting out past it to rip violently into the landscape around the two titans--

COMBATSYS: Azrael has started a fight here.

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Azrael           0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0           Azrael

COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away Azrael with Savage Impact.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-

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Abigail          0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0           Azrael

[AZRAEL]
"Take your time... I'm waiting..." Azrael comments, just staring at Abigail as he rears back that arm nearly the same size as the Mad Dog himself. It probably comes too late for the hulking warrior to do anything about it. He didn't defend. Absolutely, one hundred percent, nothing. That massive forearm impacts his chest with catastrophic force, immediately causing crimson eyes to bug out in surprise. Grass and dirt beneath him flash away as he's launched like a meteor backwards, a split second later shattering through a few trees before slamming into a large boulder that splits in two. Did he kill him? No. What might shock Abigail is... his entire arm might be aching. There was no give to slugging this beast. It didn't feel like flesh at all; but like striking some great, massive force of nature, that took it all in greedily.

"HAHAHAHA!!!" Purple fire roars out in all directions, blowing away the nearby trees and ground. Azrael is grinning wildly, grasping his chest where the blow hit. Unscathed; there's no mark upon him from it, even though his clothing is torn up from the trees and stone he soared through. "YES!! Those aren't show muscles at all, are they?! Great...!! More!! HIT ME MORE!! I won't move a muscle... I want to taste every ounce of your raw power!!"

And then he hurtles forward, seeming to almost teleport. Suddenly Azrael is above the other man, rearing back his arm. His own muscles bulge, before unleashing a downwards strike, aiming to slam into Abigail's face and spike him into the ground... the mere swing itself sending the air quaking in all directions, breaking the sound barrier with the speed of the fist attempting to bury itself into the meat behemoth's cheek!!

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Azrael's Savage Impact.

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Abigail          0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0           Azrael

[ABIGAIL]
So Abigail's abit of a monster. The Superhuman Hot Rodder as some have called him unknown to him. As such he's actually not surprised at the local devastation caused by his massive strike. His brute strength wells up from some impossible spring caused by his sheer immensity and physical might. No training aside from his own personal efforts. No martial arts school. No magic. No psycho power. Nothing. Just brute strength. In that he might be not all that different from Azrael at least conceptually. But something -is- quite off here. He does look at his fist thoughtfully while waiting on Azrael to recover, "Huh, what're you some sort of ..uh..robot? That didn't feel like no normal person. Especially your size...I..uh.."

Oh, Azrael's back up. Ooooh..he's burning with a fiery purple aura of destructive devilish energy. Abigail sighs. "Not another one those types. Why can't you just some boxer or something??."

And in Azrael comes, darting violently down at him with explosive force that suddenly meets Abigail's outstretched fist with a thunderous *BOOOOM* that rockets through the area, violently shaking the monster truck and sending a rippling shockwave through the giants body and down into the ground. But he doesn't buckle or even bend at the knees. Abigail is..well..very..strong.

His vast body steadies and then lunges forward while roaring, "You got some horsepower alright!" One fist draws back as his body twists around, trying to catch Azrael with a back hand strike followed by an upper cut from his other arm as he continues the violent rotation. "KABOOM!"

COMBATSYS: Azrael endures Abigail's Abi Twist.

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

[AZRAEL]
Two peas in a pod; the only difference is that Abigail is natural. The apex of what physique, muscles, and mass can manage. While the Mad Dog is... something else. Not human. That might be the sense in the air. How he looks is one thing. But his feel, from aura to striking him with that massive fist, is alien and wrong.

That force, though...? It's a lot. It's rather likely that nobody has ever leveraged that much physical strength at the titanic engineer before, but to Azrael's thrill, it's not enough to break through that guard. "Yes... yes!! Even small fries can work, when I'm not hungry!!" Both of his hands thrust into his pockets once more, as he rears up on his hand leg. Purple energy seethes, coalescing around the heel of his boot. And then that great fist strikes across his face, the CRACK echoing like thunder. The Mad Dog's upper body twists away, before the second blow hits him right in the stomach. Yet this time, he does not fly away... all that force seems to be absorbed into him instead, even as the air bellows from such raw, reckless force. Crimson eyes are wider, satisfied to a disturbing level.

"NOT BAD!!"

And then, he kicks out. Aiming to strike Abigail in the chest with all the power he can muster. It's more than sufficient to send even someone of Abigail's size flying, and if he does, he'll kick forward and launch himself to follow with a mad cackle, trailing his white coat behind. Steam seems to be seeping out from both spots Abigail struck, even if the flesh beneath remains unscarred...

COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Azrael's Valiant Crush but gets knocked away!

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Abigail          1/---====/=======|=======\=====--\1           Azrael

[ABIGAIL]
Now that's abit of a sore spot.

"I aint no SMALL FRY..." begins Abigail's protest - until that hit lands on him. In recent memory he's only been knocked off his feet a few times, physically usually it taking the likes of Hugo to even -semi- manage such a feat. This is..a unique experience. Juri and Duke may have prepped his body for such impactful force and even sent him spiraling backwards but not quite like this no. It is a singularly unique experience and for a moment his eyes are squinted shut as trees burst around him like match sticks and a huge trench digs up in the ground around him as his colossal form slides backwards. "Gah!!" he roars, feeling the reverberations of the strike ripple their way through his form. "Man..I don't even think Hugo.." he grunts, opening his eyes as he mutters just in time to see Azrael bearing down on him furiously.

"...YEAH!" he suddenly roars, bursting up out of the crater formed by his impact lunge into the air at the incoming Azrael and then he brings one huge arm down to try and slam the Mad Dog into the ground with enough force to trigger earthquake warnings in the nearest town. As the shockwave ripples out, Abigail attempts to lift Azrael back up and lodge the beast into the bent over trunk of a tree that was knocked into an overhead lean by Abigail's previous strike. Should this happen, Azrael then find Abigail's fists slamming into him, treating his body like a speed boxing bag with a steady series of rolling punches as he roars, "ORA ORA ORA ORA!!" to finish with a final smash intending on sending Azrael flying.

COMBATSYS: Azrael endures Abigail's Abigail Special.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Azrael

[AZRAEL]
Azrael follows behind in dogged pursuit, still grinning in a wild manner. Landing heavily before the other man, the massive palm surges up and looms above. No response. He allows it to strike him and drive the rampaging man down into the ground, slamming into the dirt with a great explosion. Hauled up with dirt pouring from his shoulders and clothing, he's driven into the nearby tree, before the onslaught of fists begin to strike him.

Slowly, Azrael's arms lift up to the left and right, weathering the storm as crimson eyes slit in pleasure. "Urp..." A strange noise to make in this situation, before he mutters a simple sentence.

"Enchant Dragunov... Cancel."

A split second later, Abigail's fist slams into the Mad Dog's cheek. The trees behind him shatter and are torn free, billowing away along with boulders and dirt. Yet Azrael did not move a muscle, beyond a slight tilt of his jaw. Unleashing a deep, incredible BUUUUUUUURP of someone uncomfortably full.

"Too much... I gotta vent some of this..."

And then he moves. It's a blur, drawing in all his wild power into his frame, amplifying his strength and speed to the utmost maximum. Those fingers could shatter steel to pulp, intent on latching on to Abigail's face before twisting to slam him down into the ground at his feet, hard.

Far, far harder than Abigail's opening throw would have done...!

COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Azrael's #Patriot Apocalypse# but gets knocked away!
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-

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

Abigail strikes into the ground hard enough to set off earthquake alarms within the entire country of Great Britain. The ocean heaves up in great waves, splashing dozens of meters high. It's an absolutely dazing assault, even for a figure as monumentally large as the tire-wearing brawler. Arms spread, before he strikes down, sinking his fingers into the topsoil.

And then, great cracks surround Abigail, as he suddenly does a table flipping motion. A massive slab of stone and dirt, with Abigail still embedded into the top, is launched hundreds of feet into the air like a ballistic missile. Slowly, Azrael's fingers spread before curling his fingers one by one into a tight fist. He assumes a low stance, building up his strength, condensing it, the ground beginning to rumble and quake as the sheer power of one of the strongest entities alive comes to the full amount.

"Haaaaaaa...!!"

The slab of earth falls down, and then Azrael strikes straight up.

At maximum power.

In an instant everything surrounding Abigail is atomized. That fist belts into his sternum, before a great explosion roars out in all directions like a nuclear bomb. People miles away will see the golden flash flooding the sky, as clouds roll away to the horizon, and the very ocean itself is driven off to reveal wet, craggy and shaken beach.

When the delayed roar of the strike finally flows over, Azrael grimaces, rolling his shoulder slowly. "Enchant Dragunov... Release." His power shackles once more, even if all the dams are open. "Ahhh... that was nice..."

[ABIGAIL]
The monster truck wavers and rocks violently from the rolling thunder of the waves of force caused by the impossible display of power released from Azrael. The landscape around it sunders and shakes but the truck manages to weather the assault even though its windshields cracks and it is driven backwards slightly, ruining its braking systems as the force waves screeches it a few yards away. It then stills itself as Azrael re-engages his limiters.

Then Abigail lands atop it. Falling from some unknown distance after that last strike, entire body splayed across the top of the truck and utterly smashing it and flattening it as if it were little more then a piece of debris at his scrap yard. He rebounds up and then lands again atop it. Clearly in a daze, bruised, batter and beaten but actually quite alive despite the power he just took into him to launch him with such fury. He staggers abit, starting to push himself back up to his elbows but then he just falls flat again. To uncertain and dazed to even properly consider his situation for any sort of follow up - were one even realistic or plausible to begin with.

"Ooooh.. What the hell...?" he rumbles, while laying there smouldering.

COMBATSYS: Abigail takes no action.

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Azrael           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.

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Azrael           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Azrael has ended the fight here.

Log created on 22:42:46 02/12/2018 by Abigail, and last modified on 18:51:59 02/13/2018.