Description: What's the logical thing to do after taking a punch strong enough to cause what looks like a mini-nuke? Why to find someone else just as powerful and do it all over again!
He had to tie new waraji after his battle with the dog.
After reducing a promontory to an island and finally a reef over the course of his battle, Akuma was forced to recover what little he could from his meditation spot and go on the move. Though the injury to his chest and neck still wore a ragged mark across it, the self-described demon's gait never really flagged in the slightest, his urge for battle too great.
He walks now in the street of some unknown city, out in a nighttime rain that peals off of the large stone gourd he carries slung by sailor's hemp across a shoulder. The gourd has a series of rope loops secured around it, from which paper charms hang, freshly made after the prior battle dissintegrated them. From one of those ropes hangs the looped wristwatch, whose crystal display is cracked but none the worse for wear despite being submerged deep in the sea for a period of time. It is functionally worthless to Akuma now, but it is intact enough that it still offers a viable tracking signal.
Let them come.
The "master of the fist" has never had need to hide.
So what does someone do after getting hit by a punch that is effectively a mini-nuclear explosion? Why one sits and thinks about life for abit and then continues to think about it after trudging miles from the countryside, to this non descript town. So no, Abigail isn't pleased. Fighting is his thing. He loves it. He loves tinkering with big cars and being a modding genius a touch more, but he likes to fight. This World Warrior business though..it's a mixed bag so far! It's not that he's upset about losing - well no more then usual. He's lost fights. Nobody likes losing fights but hey he can deal. It's just.. what's with the light shows and this crazy strength!? Glowing energy and sparkly bits and fire..is that what people think makes them strong? Is it making them strong?
"Bah!" he rumbles, furious again, more about trying to sort out the whole 'what is a World Warrior' thing and also the fact that it's raining. His mood causes his body to redden, heat firing up within and the rain drops steaming as they land upon his gargantuan body, sizzling and leaving a trail of burning air behind him.
He's also carrying a flattened Monster Truck..
It might as well be a sack of straw for he handles it, the brutal feat of strength exaggerated by the groan of metal as it twists and compresses from an upraised arm that straddles the ruined hulk against his shoulders. And it was a rental as well.
The ground shakes as he moves, forward basically taking up the entire street as he strides further in but he slows as he hears that tell tale beeping sound.
"Huh? Another one?" He digs out the wristwatch from his pocket and curls his lips into a mild frown, "What're are they gremlins and multiplying or something?"
Wouldn't you know it, Akuma's right nearby.
Red eyes, long since bleached of any humanity, look down slowly at the pools of rain quaking before him in the street.
He does not sense the same sort of strength that he normally detects in others. The sage's eye for power had become refined in his trials and journeys, and oftentime it is only with a glance or two that he can sense weakness, scent illness with a single breath. But the strength that shakes the earth before him is like the strength of the fire, or the waterfall. It is a power in strength, physics and motion.
It is entirely a natural phenomena, and only until that steam crawls from the titan's body in suffused anger does the sage look up.
Akuma stands on the opposite end of the road that Abigail does, consuming the entire street with his considerable bulk, and dwarfing the comparitively small sage. But the difference in size between them is not matched with similar disparity in anger. Though one would be hard-pressed to note it from the sage, rage crawls from every pore. Thick enough that it no longer is an acute thing, everpresent and dominating. The force of Akuma's anger is almost tangible, a hammer laid on the chest.
The tell-tale beeping of the brawler's fingerwatch is not joined by his own, partly broken as it is. But it serves as much a signal to Akuma as it does to Abigail, the man with the flame crown looking over the brute's truck, flattened and carried with no more noticeable trouble than one might a bindle stick. Eyes narrow dangerously.
"It's been a long time since I've felt such a primal strength..." Akuma calls, speaking each word as if it were made of knives for his worst enemy. It takes him a moment to consider the depths of that strength. One fist balls at Akuma's side, his only free hand. "...But natural strength alone won't save you. Raise a hand and you will learn the meaning of pain!!"
There is -one- thing Abigail has come to terms with since this all began. He's tired of being underestimated. Long past tired.
"Hruh?" he rumbles as he hears Akuma and then frowning he slams his free hand into his chest, producing a loud thunderous *BOOOM* that shakes the area violently and rockets the rain away from him, clearing it all away briefly as the shockwave travels forth from the impact against his bare chest. "You want a piece of me? C'mon then!"
He unshoulders the monster struck, holding it to the side with one hand and monstrous arm before he swings the wrecked hulk around infront of him and brings his other hand about to clap into the other side of the vechicle. Another shockwave ripples out as the truck compresses like a soda can. Buckling violently, glass shattering, the engine block folding in on itself and the tires popping and exploding. The colossal man continues balling the truck up in a matter of seconds, his superhuman strength rolling thunderously with his physique blistering up bigger and bigger as he pumps up. "YEAH!!"
Abigail drops the truck's remains to the ground and begins stalking forward towards Akuma, still shaking the ground with each step. "First that blue haired psychopath and now you. I guess I'm just destined to keep fighting insane asylum escapees! You better show me something good!"
The sage of fists frowns plainly as the monster truck is compacted into a ball as or even more easily than the cars it would have crushed in its heyday, victim of a much larger machine. Some part of the wizened Shotokan is impressed upon by the titanic display of pure strength and fortitude within such a frame and body, but it would never show across the pure derision written across the demon's face, an ugly and knife-edged thing whose vicious scowl seems more the inhuman expression of a shark in the water than any man.
The great stone gourd Akuma carries is set down with a loud ironclad sound of the sort that shakes the ground around it, sloshing as it stands upright, quaking the pools of rainfall in all directions, even as several steam, evaporating from mere incidental range of the massive Abigail. As if heedless of the danger, Akuma steps forward.
His other hand opens as the karateka moves through the motions of a slow kata, red force beginning to trail from the angles in his musculature, before finally he slams the ball of his foot into the ground, entering the stance of iron horse. "GUUUUOOHH!!!"
His stomp anchors him to the earth, beating a single drumbeat from the ground, spearing the street as if he had landed from heaven. Accompanying the motion, every window in the immediate vicinity breaks, shattering and spraying shards into the street. His fists ball at his hips, flaring with energy and flexing so tightly the rope bindings he wears squeal audibly like the moorings of a ship at full sail. Slowly, he enters a combative stance from there, one hand forward, the other further back, his waraji slowly arcing into position. "ENOUGH! If you faced the dog and are still living... then fight!!"
COMBATSYS: Akuma has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.
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Akuma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Abigail
Abigail is a little easier to read and clearly more impressed then Akuma is. He raises both of his eyebrows as he observes the demon and then he just grins and claps his huge hands together. "It's time to go full throttle!!"
With that, Abigail begins thundering forward in a lunging charge! - Or ..well...frankenstein like trundle that shakes the earth more and more violently with each impact as he bears down on Akuma. His mind wonders, briefly, about the title 'Mad Dog' but he dismisses it and instead allows his anger to boil over once again - while also fueling his fierce fighting spirit that pushes back against the pain and aches he still feels from his encounter with Azreal.
Yeaaaah!" he roars while winding massive arm up. "Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom!!!" he roars as he lumbers in, an unstoppable landslide of impossibly huge flesh that, at the last possible second, abruptly adjusts his stance and rolls the momentum of the charge into a thunderous strike that launches itself out at Akuma. The force of the swing sending a shockwave billowing out from the giant ahead of his fist that parts the rain and rockets dust and debris up from the ground.
COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Akuma with Dynamite Punch.
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Akuma 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Abigail
It's that fighting spirit that Akuma picks up on instantly, his glare becoming sharper and more focused in the moment. There are some who may observe that a man merely wanders drunk through this life until he is in battle, the only metric in which a true measure of a man can be given. It is a sentiment that the sage could agree with, for he knows more about Abigail in the first ten seconds than he would have in months following the man.
Akuma has been caught in landslides before, and the sensation as the gear titan comes barrelling down on him like a tractor trailer is similar. He takes one step forward, and sets his guard, raising an arm against the onslaught. He is prepared to knock the man aside, perhaps to break him, but when Abigail changes forms in an instant, even the master of the fist is intrigued for a moment too long. The explosion of being hit full force by a tree trunk carved out of flesh to resemble a human arm is enough to knock the smaller fighter off of his feet, the wet crack of flesh against flesh resounding as Akuma pinwheels in the air, the blow that cuts through rain and street grime forcing him to reorient, his body going low as he hits the ground on three points of contact, laid low.
More fragile men would have died from having the equivalent of a telephone pole thrown at them, but when Akuma's head rises, his eyes are narrowed fiercely, a vicious and bloodied smile writ across his face. He says nothing. And then he responds.
In the end, kicking off of one foot is enough for Akuma to throw himself forward and into the sky, his fist cutting through the air like a thrown spear. The harsh crack of power is like a thunderbolt. Though Akuma's force does not split the air like Abigail's, a single blow from him is like the report of a battleship cannon. And without delay, he aims directly for the face.
COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Akuma's Gou Shoryuken.
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Akuma 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Abigail
Abigail's forarms are comparable to the size to the upper body of a bodybuilder. Crossed over one another they become a wall of impenetrable meat that bolster the defenses of a body already tough enough to shrug off the impact of a runaway bus like that of a light shove. The crack of Akuma's fist meeting Abigail's defense is like that of a thunderbolt being unleashed right in the midst of the two titanic warriors and the force of it ripples through the giant and explodes out around them both, cratering the ground and shaking the earth the full length of the city block.
Abigail merely grins, and lunges forward while splaying his arms to either side of him to rebound Akuma backwards and then he lunges in, spinning and pivoting to send a colossal back fist spinning around to try and slam into the master warrior with force to crumble a buildings foundation. IF that hits or no he follows it up with a full rotation and brings his other arm about in an upper cut like motion, fully intending on sending Akuma to heights far above the reofs of the tallest buildings present by sheer force of the blow.
COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Akuma with Abi Twist.
- Power hit! -
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Akuma 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Abigail
Akuma's fist rebounds off of the labyrinth of meat knitted together by Abigail's arms, throwing him wide. While that in and of itself woul have been enough to discard the master of the fist like an errant leaf on the wind, the massive titan's reach is still full and capable of driving forward, a truck-like fist easily the size of his torso slamming into him, throwing off his defense just long enough to be pummelled skyward with a massive storm of an uppercut, blood spraying from the impact with enough force to put impact pockmarks in nearby cars, driven into the paint like nails.
"Guh...." Akuma groans, tumbling end over end in the air with speeds that elicit a thundercrack from his body, until he slams into the side of a building, bricks and steel rebar ripping from the fascia of the building, as opposed to the more harmless straight up. His impact is meteoric, carving a great wound in the side until he gains purchase, standing at a right angle to Abigail's current position on the street. The moment is fleeting, temporary. But it is enough for Akuma to set his jaw straight, a crack of bone audible as he contemplates the force of the impact, far more than enough to have levelled the very building that he stands on.
"A fearsome natural strength," Akuma surmises, "Along with a formidable constitution... I am not surprised you lived against the battle with the dog...let us see just how formidable it is!"
Leaping into the air, the master responds, throwing himself off and end over end, before finally screaming out of the sky with the force of a god-thrown hammer, his body flaring with dark force, violet energy streaking from him as he focuses it into his hand. It's this that leaves a flaming, crackling contrail through the air as he drops down at Abigail. He intends to knock him to the ground with a single karate chop, force enough to split the street for a hundred paces and three yards deep. The blade of force focused into his killing blow is pure destruction, killing intent and fury, devastation beyond the stretch of most's capacity.
"Taste the axe of chaos!!!"
COMBATSYS: Akuma knocks away Abigail with Tenma Shurettou.
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Akuma 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Abigail
That's about all Abigail has time to say before the bonfire of dark chi and killing intent explodes its way down upon him with so much explosive force it seems to equal the force of his previous strikes combined all in one go. The impact is an explosion that plumes debris sky high and sends a spiraling flash of energy rippling outwards in all direction while Abigail himself is driven backwards, bot into the ground and away from Akuma, sliding furiously through the rubble and digging a massive trench in the wake of his passing. He slams into a parked car, swamping over the vehicle like a boulder slamming into a paper doll and for a second he lays there, smoldering.
Then his eyes flash open and he suddenly kippups, rocking the earth like a Sherman tank that suddenly decides to lunge itself upright.
"It's a DEAD HEAT!" he roars while slamming his huge fists together and psyching his body up. "MAX POWER!" he roars, flexing titanically as suddenly his body truly reddens to a beat red, muscles ballooning even bigger and physique pumping up and up and up to absurd muscled proportions that make his previous figure seem svelte in comparison.
COMBATSYS: Abigail VROOOOOMS!!!
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Akuma 0/-------/------=|=======\======-\1 Abigail
The sage of fists stands there in lock motion, his spread stance straddling the great gouge his hand cut into the street, at the foot of the impact trail and swath of destruction Abigail left by his mere passing, his fingers and the blade of his hand hovering just an inch over the deeper section of the wound in the earth. Every part of him is in tension, force bleeding livid from his body as he slowly stands, frowning at the beast as he rises from what would have been a killing blow on lesser men. The man begins to power up, and for a moment, Akuma lets it pass, a grim satisfaction suffusing him.
"Yes," Akuma begins, from across the street.
"Build up as much power as you can to face my might..."
There is a faint, passing breeze.
"But your time is at an end!!!!"
He speaks from one pace away.
Folding the space between them to nothing in an eyeblink, Akuma does not give Abigail the luxury of another locomotive charge, instead winding up a fist as he stabs out a hand. If he lays hold of Abigail, even for a moment, he will slam a fist into his middle, the black force leaping from him to turn Abigail into a human ram, the backdraft of the impact enough to throw the ruined car which Abigail tumbled over away from Akuma, as well as cave in the wall behind the thug god. Primarily with most of his body as the medium with which to do so, if possible.
COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Akuma's Ashura Rengoku EX but gets knocked away!
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Akuma 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Abigail
Again with the unknowable attacks. Not to different from Juri, The Mad Dog and now Akuma it seems.
Abigail's eyes bug out as the shockwave rips its way through him, exploding a cavernous path of ruin through the buildings behind him and lifting him up off his feet as he attempts to absorb the brunt of the assault and resist it..to no avail. He goes surging backwards..but his eyes flash and in a hearbeat he snatches his huge limbs out to reach for Akuma to actually try and drag the man -with- him. He remains up right, legs locked in place and refusing to go down, sliding backwards and digging his heels in to dig ruinous grooves into the streets.
"It's not over yet!" he roars, fighting through the pain for one last attempt as he tries to hold tight to Akuma and until both are within the interior of a building and he ceases his backwards slide. He then lifts violently, trying to lodge Akuma into the ceiling of the dmaged structure to attempt to literally force the demon through the ceiling and part way into the next level up--
COMBATSYS: Akuma blocks Abigail's Abigail Special.
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Akuma 1/-------/=======|>>>>---\-------\0 Abigail
Abigail's massive fists begin an rolling thunderous assault of rapid fire punches, looking to treat Akuma like little more then a speed punching bag with each hit roaring with ever increasing fury that shakes the area violently, blowing windows out and warping the foundations of the structure as he roars out, "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!! My engines are still revving!!"
Drug into the building bodily by the ungodly reach of the gearhead even as he blows him through the leading wall, Akuma is seemingly helpless for precious seconds as Abigail spears him into the ceiling and halfway into the next floor, winding up for a battery of crumpling attacks that would have reduced him to a punching bag and, eventually, a tent peg.
Suddenly, the ceiling breaks apart, wth a single violent flex of the sage's muscles, red force spinning off of his body as he breaks free of the paralyzing position just in time to raise his fists aginst the barrage, crumpling the force of the attack against his guard. Each blow shatters piping, plaster, studs and toilets. They rip the cordage out of the wall through sheer impact vaccuum, but Akuma's arms remain raised, the blows absorbed into a body that may as well had been the broad side of an iron sided battleship, much like Abigail's own formidable defense.
It is there and in the midst that Akuma responds.
"A relentless strength with no upper limit," he seethes. "You will be strong in your time... but now, I will show you the grace of your own helplessness!!!" He winds up, his leg moving back behind him. "Tenshou..."
Then he kicks off into the air, energy trailing around him.
In the end, it takes just one kick for Akuma. One kick to cut the entire building in half at the foundation, an arc of scything energy ripping through the structure as Akuma bursts through it, the whirling force sending building debris for miles around. He intends to cut through Abigail and the building both, and as the entire thing collapses into the ground, bring it down, on Abigail's head if need be.
COMBATSYS: Akuma knocks away Abigail with Tenshou Kaireki Jin.
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Akuma 0/-------/-------|>>>>---\-------\0 Abigail
The enduring of his strongest attack... It's all to similar to Azrael managing to take the brunt of the assault as well, only to return with an even overwhelming display of power. It's all to similar, frustatingly so. The methods may be different but the results are the same.
Abigail grimaces, knowing even before Akuma retaliates that he just can't quite muster up the same force that he needs to. He knows he -can- .. but it's not happening this time.
"Graaarggh!" Abigail roars as the scything attack rips and whirls around him, shearing the building while he braces and brings his arms up again to push back against the burning energy which seers into his flesh - equaling and then surpassing the boiling heat of his own steaming body. "You're...not.... Arrrrrgh!!"
In the end, though he throws his arms to the side, redirecting a portion of the fury, it's not enough and he gets blown off his feet to slam through a distant wall, into the kitchen of the evacuated structure and then back out again into a shed. Needless to say, the building is coming down and though Abigail begins to stagger to his feet once more - he's forced to glance up and then raise his arms overhead as the structure piles down atop him, pinning him and hiding him from sight.
COMBATSYS: Abigail takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.
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A plume of dust ejects into the air, limited only by the torrential downpour above, limiting the reach and spread of the cataclysmic blow.
The building collapses, falling atop the raging gargantuan, as Akuma recovers, landing hard on the ground, breathing in deep, controlled but ultimately violent breaths. He stands up, not turning back as he tightens the rope binding his hands. He wauits, to hear some sign of the titan's persistence. The sage is wise in knowing that even that much will not hold him for long, but the need for battle is over.
"I will allow you to continue to breathe for being able to harm me," the demon rages, "but do not doubt that you are only food for me as you are now!! So wallow, rage, hold a grudge and become strong.."
In blood red, the image of HEAVEN appears across the back of his gi.
"And then, when you have the same 'killing intent' as I, come stand before me!!"
They are the last words Abigail can hear, from somewhere above all the rubble.
Log created on 13:22:32 02/13/2018 by Abigail, and last modified on 19:07:45 02/13/2018.