Match of the Millennium

Description: Bolivar is sent on a suicide mission by the United Nations, to force Tremor to break a mirror. Seven years bad luck?

[TREMOR]
Sunshine City has many things for many people. Most of the tourists and business travelers head to the interior. The sunny, modern inside where they can ignore the rot and corruption that plagues the outer ring of the Californian city. But in those outskirts. Where the old stores and buildings that once held the promise of a suburban bliss have gone to boarded windows and tenuous survival, there is still thriving of a different kind.

The Black Dragon has claws deep in the Sunshine City. And through it flows money and weaponry. When not engaged otherwise, the ninja known as Tremor oversees the sale and trafficking of weaponry to regions around the world. And tonight he has returned to the warehouses and abandoned homes that now hold scores of weapons packed and ready to flow.

The man himself, conspicuous for a ninja in his brown hooded outfit and facemask, walks along a line of boxes. Stamps on the side mark them as relief aid. They will relieve some, Tremor thinks as he inspects the smuggler's handiwork.

He is alone this night, having come under cover of darkness to take stock of the situation before leaving the actual movement of the goods to the smugglers. He is mostly there to assure the situation happens as planned, not so much the person doing the work himself. And in some cases, he serves as a bulwark against any law enforcement that may wish to impede the efforts of the Dragon.

[BOLIVAR]
Boliver hasn't functioned in the field since the incident on Shang Tsung's Island, having undergone mandatory psychiatric counseling, physical reconditioning, and a collegiate study period, to rebuild himself as a field operative of the United Nations War Crimes Tribunal. Bolivar wasn't deployed to the situation with Japan, his purview being punishing renegade terrorists and high level syndicate malcontents, not participating in a major skirmish over national boundaries. Bolivar Montero Diez was considered a valuable asset, not one wasted, but not one allowed to operate outside of cloisters.

Bolivar had been briefed by an ancient Shaolin master that had briefed him before going to Shang Tsung's Island, on the individual known as Tremor. A betrayed Lin Kuei, he was told, was weak to patience, and one that had been placed in prison was always a nervous dog. Bolivar despised the Shaolin for a moment, in the back of his mind, something the Shaolin sensed and was most apologetic for. The similarity between Tremor and Bolivar became apparent to the Shaolin monk. Perhaps Bolivar would've accepted the apology, had it not been for the courtesy paid to Bolivar's handler in the next room. Bolivar had been selected for this for a reason.

Little did Bolivar know, he wasn't selected for the mission to win, a ruthless touch having taken over the United Nations.

A side door of the warehouse creaks open, after having been lockpicked open, and a tension-lever planted on the door, to open it at the proper time. As the side door swings the rest of the way out, the tension lever falling, Bolivar slips in through the front, having circumvented the security circuit with a self-circuit switch placed into the lock mechanism.

[TREMOR]
Walking along the crates, counting, considering. The work was dull and uninspiring. The tedium a necessity for the plans to come. Time and dedication toward strength. Strength to repay the betrayals that Tremor had been dealt throughout his life. Taken by the Lin Kuei, left to rot in a cell by the Lin Kuei. Taken by the Dragon. Sent on a suicide mission by Kano. But he had come back from that mission stronger than before. And he kept his silence. Time would come for his vengeance on the Dragon itself. But for now, he would play the part of dutiful agent when needed.

After all, the ninja of the past did not wear conspicuous black suits and skulk in the dark. No, they blended in. And Tremor was aware of what it meant to blend into the role he was assigned.

He also did appreciate the money that flowed into his personal coffers for keeping the power of the Black Dragon growing. There was profit to be gained in greasing the coils of the dark wyrm.

Tremor stops by one of the crates, his hand resting on the side. His eyes, glowing with a molten intensity, close and he turns his head to listen. Something in the air has changed. Something is here. He can sense it. He grumbles under his breath, suspecting the intrusion to be one of the Dragon returning for one reason or another. A few words and the matter should be handled.

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar moves along the corridor, past offices, quietly sliding his oiled shoes across the slick linoleum floor as he moves through the mezzanine. As he reaches the warehouse proper, where the tile ends and the dusty concrete begins, he reaches beneath his left sleeve and draws his kapap knife from its harness.

Then, as a Dragon passes by, he emerges from the shadows and grab him, his left hand over the man's mouth as his right hand shoves his long, narrow blade into the shorter man, giving him a hard twist into his liver, before he pulls the curved surface into the kidney while he lurches the struggling, bug-eyed arms dealer backwards and out of view.

A few moments later, Boliver emerges and moves along the side of the warehouse, out of the view of the lights, having removed the sentry. He sees Tremor, knowing that Tremor is as ruthless to him, and probably just as selective, both of them having served time in prison. This entire compound is full of potential kills, but Bolivar is here for just one man.

[TREMOR]
More sounds. Tremor grumbles to himself, rubs his wrists, and straightens himself up. A knife in the dark somewhere nearby. A knife aimed at the heart of this particular operation. While losing it won't, in the long run, deflate the strength of the Black Dragon; having opposition clearly know and able to directly assault any of their operations is a troubling reality.

For Tremor, it's just another sign that his presence is still necessary, and that he will be overlooked for his ever brewing plans for revenge.

He turns about and looks around himself. His legs set into a solid base stance. He feels the earth through the concrete floor. The stones underneath. The very feel of the ground. "If you wish to test your might, come and do so," he speaks out the unseen challenger. "I invite your kontest."

COMBATSYS: Tremor has started a fight here.

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Tremor           0/-------/-------|

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar steps out from the shadows, his knife returned to its holster, but his khaki suit wet with blood. He removes his jacket and sets it atop a chair, before his right fist flares to life with golden yellow power, his ring from Shang Tsung's Island still raging hot with soul power.

"My name is Bolivar. I am not your enemy, but I am here to kill you." His stance drops into a loose grip fighter's stance, his left arm forward, palm down, his flaring right hand close to his chin, in a very loose fist, opening and closing.

Tremor is honorable, perhaps more than he. He can tell that Tremor's preternatural command of the earth will be his undoing during this contest. The United Nations classing system lied to Bolivar. Bolivar is really here to force Tremor to punch a mirror, an Illuminati game based on the old superstition, to break a rival's subconscious. It just so happens, Bolivar is the mirror in question.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar has joined the fight here.

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Bolivar          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Tremor

COMBATSYS: Bolivar equips a sparkling Flaming Yellow Soul Shard.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
Honor. Not a matter that Tremor thinks on very often. Honor is, in many ways, the domain of the powerful. It's a show of force to be the honorable one. A display that suggests cunning and trickery is not required due to sheer force and technique. Though there are times when a display of honor is in itself the deceit.

This is one of those moments.

The words spoken to draw out an opponent. To bring the kombatant into a known territory. And once the man shows himself and reveals the power he carries with him. It gives Tremor what he needs to know.

The ninja strikes swiftly. Dashing forward with a speed that seems unhampered by his bulk, he reaches to grip at Bolivar's wrist. The same motion carries with it a striking palm from Tremor's other hand. Disorient, damage and to toss this new fighter. No honor or delay in Tremor's strike. Only the force of an avalanche.

COMBATSYS: Tremor successfully hits Bolivar with Blood Rock.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar's wrist is caught by the ninja, the Spaniard pulling backwards and away, but held fast as the striking palm hits his jaw. He goes loose to the side, flank moving outwards, before he's tossed across Tremor's trunk by the triple motion. Bolivar hits the ground and rolls away, pushing himself to his feet with his feet far apart and his arm hanging down.

Blood already on his mouth, his own this time, he draws his kapap knife, frowning darkly at Tremor. The fact sheets lied, is all Bolivar is thinking in his head. He's been sent here on a suicide mission, the bastards finally treating him like the plantation poltroon judge that threw him in prison. His only hope is the soul shard.

He dashes forward, his body lighting ablaze with yellow energy, as his left hand slaps out at Tremor's shoulder. Should he find his grip, he shoves his knee upwards at Tremor's trunk, attempting to ram it into the base of the Dragon's ribcage.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Tremor

COMBATSYS: Tremor blocks Bolivar's Junkyard Knee.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
A knife. The glow of that shard. The man who comes to kill him comes armed. A fighter, it seems, to challenge a fighter. Tremor's eyes glow like angry embers as he studies the man facing him down. Studying the look, one that can only come from one place in the soul.

The strike comes quickly. Tremor turns with the slapping. His body holds resolute against the blow, a hand of Tremor's own bracing against Bolivar's knee to push back and deny the attempts to unseat the big ninja's base.

"I know the look in your eyes," Tremor's voice is like a rock tumbler rolling behind the metal mask that covers his mouth. He holds his hand to the side, stone and earth begins to build around his fist. The concrete floor cracks, small pieces up-end, hover to Tremor's hand, and join the conglomerate sphere. "This is not the fight you expected."

With a snap of his wrist, the stony sphere hurtles toward Bolivar's head with a terrible force.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar blocks Tremor's Rock Start.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar crosses his arms before his face, the stone orb coming in hot, before he snaps his arms apart and shatters it into dust with his forearms. Coated in the chips of flint and warehouse detritus remaining from the shattered sphere, he feels his arms pulse with pained throbs. His shoulders are heavy, but he presses on.

"You've been betrayed once too, Tremor," he hisses, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. "This is the third time for me. And each time, I still find myself unaware."

Boliver takes a quick three step forward, doing a Spanish dance across the room, and whips his right arm out with a forearm strike aimed at Tremor's head.

The entire motion twists him about as if he was a windup gear, his arm snapping at the end of the motion, in a modified and impromptu Jeet Kune Do maneuver.

COMBATSYS: Tremor blocks Bolivar's Hammer Hare Strike.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
Bolivar's arm meets Tremor's raised forearm. A cracking blow that sends a small cloud of dirt and pebble to the ground. Up close, the cracks in Tremor's skin are more visible, the glowing heat of the elemental man's core shines underneath the earth-toned skin. His eyes look back at the sunglasses Bolivar wear. The ninja nods once.

"More than you'd know," he says, pushing Bolivar's arm away. "Tell me, who's sent you to fight the earth itself?"

Tremor's question comes with a heavy thrusting boot aimed square for Bolivar's chest. No frills, just power.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the spread of the lightning nerves.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the strength of the killing fist.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

COMBATSYS: Bolivar interrupts Medium Kick from Tremor with Dragging Limb Flip.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar catches the boot aimed at his chest, the foot smashing into his ribs as Bolivar closes his hands around the ankle.

"The United Nations."

He then flares with yellow energy as he turns about and lifts the leg upwards, pulling it over his shoulder sidelong as he twists Tremor about. And then, he drags both of them to the ground, flipping Tremor over him by the fulcrum of his knee and slamming the much larger weight at the other end (the rest of Tremor) into the concrete on his head and shoulders.

"I hunt scum."

[TREMOR]
Tossed through the air, sent flying like a sack of beef into the floor with a heavy, ground shaking thud. He lay sprawled out, flat on his back. He looks up to the ceiling of the old warehouse. He feels the concrete under his body. His hands splay over the ground. He connects with the earth and stone.

"I won't do you the disservice of taking you lightly, then," he says, his body beginning to crust over with earth and stone. His form coated in featureless rock. The ground crumbles like a dirt clod. While over across from where Bolivar was, stone and rock form up into the shape of a man.

The featureless statue shatters and Tremor is standing once more, his core glowing with magmatic intensity. The stone and dirt melting and melding back in with his body. "Show me the mistakes your masters made in believing you would die," he challenges, holding a beckoning hand toward Bolivar.

COMBATSYS: Tremor gains composure.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar pushes himself to his feet, his stance tight despite his tall, lanky figure, having recovered his wind via adrenaline...Despite the crushing pain in his chest and arms.

"I will accomodate," is all he says, the thick Venezuelan accent of his childhood sneaking into his affect. He rolls his shoulders backwards with a knife fighter's ready trick, a street knifer instead of a military ma, loosening up his back. It may be a fatal weakness, his torso being flexibility instead of taut, but he needs it for the type of fighting he's about to perform.

Bolivar explodes forward in a two step sprint and goes for a rolling tackle, attempting to slam into Tremor with his shoulder and take him off his feet, pinning him to the ground very briefly before rolling away with an inversion and a spring back to a standing posture.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0           Tremor

COMBATSYS: Tremor fails to interrupt Grounding Throw from Bolivar with Mountainous Pain.

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Bolivar [E]      1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
Waiting for the assault. Testing this man. Seeing what strength's he has. If he can get through the defenses that Tremor has put to bear, then he will get the shinobi's approval.

The charge comes. Tremor lowers himself to turn the force of the assault into a driving crash against a series of stones raising from the ground.

But this time, the earthen ninja is put off his base. He's brought crashing back to the ground. A slamming force against Tremor's weighty defenses. It seems, however, that for all the force applied to the ninja, he seems unhurt by the efforts of the Interpol agent.

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar draws his long, narrow knife from the sheath beneath his left sleeve, and turns around. He savagely brings the knife down in a down grip position, aiming to jam it into Tremor's left pectoral with a grounding kneel. He knows he has little chance of getting through the stone and armor to pierce the shinobi's heart, but he is sure that it will get his point across.

"You miscalculate."

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Tremor with Delta Slash.

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Bolivar [E]      1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
The strike comes. Tremor absorbs the blows. Feeling the intensity of Bolivar's strength and determination in the face of the immovable. Still, Tremor is just that, a man infused by the earth itself. The knife buries itself into the flesh. A steaming, heated hiss of pain as, despite that, Tremor pushes onward.

Close held and against Bolivar. Tremor can be heard to laugh lowly, the sound muffled by the mask he wears. He turns his hand close to Bolivar to reveal a growing chunk of crystal. The sharp and jagged stone quivering, resonant in the elementalist's hand.

And then the glittering stone explodes with a violent force, shards cutting through the air. A violent blast from a crystalline grenade.

COMBATSYS: Tremor knocks away Bolivar with Krystal Shatter.

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Bolivar [E]      1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar is launched backwards by the explosion of crystals, send into a row of crates and flipping backwards with his Zipota frame kicking upwards and over the smuggled weaponry. His vision rotates out of precision as he feels the pain searing all over his body, red hot chunks of earthenware inside him. Bleeding, he rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself to his feet, staggering up after falling down once to his knee.

He jumps onto a crate, and with a burst of speed, jumps through the air with a blur. He lands before Tremor, arm snapping backwards as his knife hand curls straight fingered, into a wedge. And then, like a clockwork toy, he jams his fingers upwards, aiming beneath Tremor's jaw with his fingers.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Bolivar [E]      1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0           Tremor

COMBATSYS: Tremor blocks Bolivar's Quiver Palm.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
The blast tears through Tremor's outfit. The hood and mask remain, but the top of his uniform is torn, exposing the heated core of Tremor's body. He remains in the aftermath of the explosive crystal, standing resolute and square.

He doesn't flinch as Bolivar picks himself up, rights himself and once more launches valiantly toward Tremor. "Your handlers wish you to suffer. But you persist all the same," the ninja speaks with some degree of stony pride as he brings his forearm crashing down on Bolivar's upward strike, shoving aside the fingers looking to dislodge his metal mask.

"Know that I won't kill you. I will not be patsy to your masters." Tremor lifts his hand into the air. A heavy chunk of stone pulled from the ground by force of will and collected above his hand. "But I will leave you with something to consider." He brings the hammer blow down toward Bolivar's head.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar full-parries Tremor's Rock Head!!

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar swings around, the clockwork motion continuing as he snaps the stone aside with his fist, punching into it and shattering it to smithereens with a perfect dispersal of force.

"I have no compunction against being a patsy to your masters."

And then out comes the knife, and a roar as he charges forward, with all of his muscle going into a dead lift of the impossible heavy elemental, pulling him upwards as the knife goes to the gut, attempting to carry him directly into a steel staircase.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar successfully hits Tremor with Rhino Knife EX.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
The knife strikes, slams Tremor back against the stairs. The mask falls aside. It shows Tremor's still human face, the craggy marks of his stony chin solid and frowning, near lipless as he looks down at the man pinning him back.

"You seem less willing to trade words. Growing tired?" he asks. Despite the pressure against him, Tremor claps his hands together. The heat of his body shimmering. His body heating and taking a shine as he pulls himself together, steadying himself and building his base.

COMBATSYS: Tremor gains composure.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar leaves the knife inside Tremor, as he pushes his shoulder into Tremor's collar, and begins pummelling away with his fists, at first focusing on side strikes to the lower core, before he begins ranking uppercuts inside, left, right, left, right, with no end in sight. He has nearly forgotten his defensive options.

He's sweating, bleeding, and shaking.

"Si."

COMBATSYS: Tremor blocks Bolivar's Panther Rage.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
The blows rain down on Tremor. Held close, strike after strike against the ninja. His arms up, defending, holding strong despite it all.

The man seems less in inclined to talk as time has come down. Tremor's keeping his head above, but he knows that this killer is determined, and cocksure approach is one that won't benefit him. So he pushes forward. Attacking with a quick series of blows. Sharp strikes from stone infused hands. No more talking. Time has come for respectful kombat.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar auto-guards Tremor's Klean Slate.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar pushes off of Tremor and backpedals, striking the incoming sharp punches as they come, knocking them away one after the other. And then, a swift chop at the neck, at the precise moment of reflex leaning to the other side for a pullback of a punch.

Bolivar stares into Tremor's eyes behind his sunglasses, teeth clenched and jaw pulsing his forehead.

COMBATSYS: Tremor blocks Bolivar's Ruby Carnation.

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0           Tremor

[TREMOR]
A last ditch defensive effort. Thrilling to say the least. Arms crumbling with the force of the blows. The furious effort of Bolivar impressive. But Tremor feels that it may be best to end this fight as soon as he can.

A quick step forward, a kick down toward Bolivar's shin, followed by a heart pressing twin palm strike toward Bolivar's chest. Simple, direct, to put an end to this conflict.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar endures Tremor's Shock Wave!

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Bolivar [E]      0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0           Tremor

[BOLIVAR]
Bolivar pushes forward into the twin heart presses, with a hard right cross to Tremor's jaw, his fist belting forward with incredible torque for the lithely muscled shoot fighter. And then, he snaps sidelong from the force of the punch, dropping to a knee, then onto his face, unconscious.

COMBATSYS: Bolivar can no longer fight.

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Tremor           0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Tremor blocks Bolivar's Fierce Punch.

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Tremor           0/-------/--=====|

[TREMOR]
The blow meets a waiting Tremor. The blow thumps against his forearms, and then falls away. Tremor looks down at Bolivar. He re-affixes his mask and exhales. "You fought well. I won't kill you today. I want to see what your masters will do when you finally turn that knife upon them."

Tremor breathes deep and inhales. He brings focus to himself and his surroundings. When finished collecting himself, he will move the man to the outside, leave him somewhere with his life and little else to speak of. Tremor wishes to see the rage of Bolivar once it becomes realized in full. He feels that it will be worth keeping a man like this Interpol agent alive and fighting in this world.

COMBATSYS: Tremor has ended the fight here.

Log created on 11:07:15 03/13/2018 by Bolivar, and last modified on 16:14:27 03/13/2018.