Match of the Millennium

Description: Delta Red's own Cammy White boards Noro's Express, redecorated as the "Night Train to Terror" for a spine-tingling battle against the Gridiron Grinder, Brian Battler! Will this final girl manage to outmaneuver her brutal opponent in these claustrophobic confines, or will he pound her into hamburger? Wait, what's this about an escaped convict? This wasn't in the script _ what do you mean Battler's down for the count? Then who's on the train?!

COMBATSYS: Cammy has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Cammy has ended the fight here.


[CAMMY]
Cammy is on this train for Reasons. Training. To gather information from someone on board under the guise of just being a participant in an exotic battle arena. Because someone thought the trim blonde in the leotard would make them a lot of money so offered her a free trip if she'd do some fighting for spectators. Regardless of the motivation behind it, she's here. She has had time to check out her quarters, report in to those she needs to report to, change into her fighting outfit that leaves much of her legs exposed for more freedom of movement (totally the reason, btw, and not any other), before making her way to the train car set aside specifically for her fight.

She is reviewing what she knows of her opponent, the 'Gridiron Grinder', Brian Battler. There isn't a LOT of information, but there should hopefully be enough to formulate a battle plan. Not that she hasn't already made several, running through tactical simulations, but she has to allow for unexpected elements, so trying to stick too closely to a plan that might not survive contact with the enemy will only limit her options.

Flipping her twin braids over her shoulders as she stands in the fighting car, with tinted windows on the booths on either side for spectators who want a more up-close view of the match about to begin, she tugs on her combat gloves and waits patiently, feeling the extreme speed of the train, the constant underlying motion, and tries to think of how best to use these enclosed quarters in a fight.

[CODY]
From the car south of the one designated for the fight, there is suddenly the sound of muffled combat - yells, grunts, the steady thump of impact, something crashing. The vocalizations seem to only be from one individual, too. This all lasts for a full minute, then silence. Then the train car door opens.

Brian Battler isn't here. Instead, it's Cody Travers, in a striped prison jumpsuit. His hair is messy and uncombed, he has a few days stubble, and he's brandishing a long length of pipe that currently rests across his right shoulder. His other hand is dragging the unconscious form of football star Brian Battler. He stops and stares ahead at Cammy, eyes half lidded, head cocked slightly, mouth neutral. He opens one of the booth doors, sees it is empty, and tosses ol' Brian inside before slamming the door shut.

Now he holds the length of the pipe across his front, the chain links of his handcuffs clinking together. "...sup?" he greets.

[CAMMY]
For a moment, Cammy thought maybe Cody WAS Brian Battler. The striped prison uniform might be some kind of Halloween costume. When she sees the football fighter dragged in and tossed aside, however, her blue eyes narrow slightly. Hands on her hips and feet apart to the extent the narrow confines allow, she says, "I was waiting for my opponent." A new challenger appears or something? "Are you his replacement?" She's already trying to get a handle on this man's abilities and potential fighting style. Assuming the hand cuffs aren't just a prop, they might be a weapon. Or maybe he's an actual prisoner. She can't be sure from appearances alone.

But if he can take out her combat partner with his hands restrained, he has to be pretty strong, right? Toned muscles visibly tense and shift under her skin with the fluid strength of a jungle cat as she moves into a stance more suitable for fighting.

This does not seem like a situation that will end with a friendly chat, one way or another.

[CODY]
"I guess I am. I thought that guy would get me my fix...but he was just another chump. Didn't even jolt me," Cody replies. He rolls his neck, and begins to tap the pipe against the sides of the booth. The train was narrow...tight quarters. Not a lot of things around for weapons, either. This might just be a straightforward fight, which was good enough for him. He lets the pipe fall to the ground for later use, as he assumes his stance, raising his fists like a boxer.

"You look like you might be fun, though. Hope ya don't disappoint." He darts forward suddenly, aiming a punch square at her chest.

COMBATSYS: Cody has started a fight here.

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Cody             0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here.

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Cody             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0            Cammy

COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Cammy with Quick Strike.

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Cody             0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
"Understood." Cammy says stiffly. A change in who she's fighting then. Maybe planned, maybe not. But it doesn't appear she's going to be given a choice of whether to fight or not. She tries to dodge Cody's attack, but he's a lot faster than she was expecting, and the punch lands cleanly. In addition to hurting, it accelerates her backstep, pushing her further up the car, skidding on her booted feet. No amateur here. She'll have to take him seriously.

She tries to lunge back into melee range, leaping up into the air and bringing one heel down in an overhead axe kick. She doesn't want this challenger to get too comfortable with the idea of being able to get in close without consequences, even if Cammy is primarily a melee fighter herself.

She needs time to evaluate her target.

COMBATSYS: Cody fails to interrupt Killer Scythe Kick from Cammy with Bad Stamp.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody attempts to grab Cammy's foot and swing her for a smash into the side of the train car, but she's too fast for that, his hand missing the grab as her axe kick smashes down onto his shoulder and floors him with a grunt. "Agh!" He winces as he grips his shoulder. Not dislocated, but damn close. "Not bad. Got tired of fighting big meatheads...nice change of pace." He still sounds fairly nonchalant, however, like he just got up from a nap.

[CAMMY]
Rather than following up with her attack, the Delta Red member takes the time to get her bearings and start properly analyzing her target. Fast. Strong. Skilled. He came in with a weapon, even if it seems like an improvised one, meaning he might not be limited to bare handed strikes. "Fighting the same type of opponent too frequently can lead to the formation of bad habits." she acknowledges. Many diverse targets are needed to fill out one's combat experience if one is going to be expected to go up against many different foes. Not so much if one is specialized in a particular type of target.

COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
"Geez, you're a real strait-laced sort, huh?" Cody snarks while in a crouching position. Cammy seems to be studying him. Well, no skin off his nose. He stands up and laces his fingers together, stretching them out before he resumes his stance. Tight hallway, lets see how she handles something different. He cocks his arm as if readying a punch, and throws one...but what comes out is a small tornado seemingly conjured out of thin air, but of course, this is merely a projecting of his chi.

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Cody's Tornado Sweep.

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Cody             0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
A whirlwind of force, its pressure easily felt thanks to a combination of fighter's instinct and exposed skin, sends Cammy vaulting in an almost swan-dive like position right over the attack, flipping forward and landing on the other side. He's capable of projectile attacks as well. Something else to keep in mind. The blonde lashes out with her legs, twisting them up to try to wrap around Cody's neck, wrench his head, and then backflip to slam him into the floor of the train car hard enough to make anything the hidden spectators are drinking or eating slosh and bounce out of their glasses and plates, respectively.

She pushes off and away afterwards with a handspring. "Is there a reason for jovialty?" Cammy asks smoothly. Why bother trading quips when there's a battle at hand? That time spent formulating a reply could cost her!

COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Cody with Gyro Clipper.

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Cody             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody sees Cammy lunge at him, and he tries to block, expecting another kick. But instead she wraps her legs around him, twists his head painfully, then flips him over. He slams onto the train car floor hard enough to make the entire cabin shake. He groans, staring up at the cieling with a big pain in his neck and now his back. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he remarks. As he rises, he discretely reaches into his pocket. Once he rises, he whips his hand out of the pocket and throws a handful of sand in Cammy's face. This, of course, is merely to distract her, as he grabs the pipe off the floor and tries to clobber her across the midsection with it.

COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Cammy with Fierce Strike EX.

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Cody             1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1            Cammy

[CAMMY]
Cammy's evaluations so far have been spot on. But the one thing she wasn't counting on was that her opponent would 'play dirty' like that. An error on her part, the sand thrown in her face is a distraction. She tries to duck away from it rather than trying to block an unidentified projectile heading her way. It might be more Chi after all! That leaves her open to getting clobbered right across her belly with that pipe she noted earlier.

She was right about Cody using improvised weapons, but that's small comfort next to the pain, and the force that throws her backwards. Staggering a bit, one hand reflexively goes to the burning line beneath her clothing that seems to send tendrils of stinging spreading outwards, up and down, in waves.

No time to waste standing around feeling out her injuries. She'll just have to do like she usually does and rely on her training. She rushes in, leaps up into the air, plants boots to ceiling, and then launches herself down at Cody, curling into a ball, rolling, and then extending her feet out straight before reaching him, to try to drill into him, then upon landing, launching the same move perpendicular to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Cammy blitzes into action and acts again!

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Cody             1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1            Cammy

COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Cammy's Cannon Strike.

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Cody             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1            Cammy

COMBATSYS: Cody dodges Cammy's Cannon Spike.

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Cody             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody taps the pipe against the wall again like a rhythm, looking to see how Cammy recovers from the blow. He whistles as she does some fancy acrobatics up to the cieling. As she comes down, he uses his pipe to block her drill kick, even if the maneuver forces the pipe against his chest rather painfully. It's when she lands on the ground and tries a second drill that he manages to dodge - jumping above her and letting her pass under him harmlessly. He turns around while she's recovering, and this time he's looking to take her off guard.

He moves in, unleashing a flurry of jabs to the face and chest, one heavy punch after the other, followed by two hook punches - one left, one right -, two blows to the stomach, and finally crouching to unleash a mighty uppercut with enough force to send a person to the cieling. "BINGO!" "

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Cody's Final Destruction.

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Cody             0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1            Cammy

[CAMMY]
Cody comes in swinging. She has to continually backstep and attempt to turn blows away with her forearms, but he's pressuring her so quickly she can't really afford to do much parrying. By the time she has done so, the next blow is already coming. Backing up, side stepping, and finally bending over backwards to avoid the rising uppercut that sends powerful air currents that make Cammy's strands of her over her forehead wave around wildly, she barely manages to escape the vicious assault. If she'd been hit by even part of that, it would have spelled bad news for her.

As it is, she is breathing heavily from both the effort and the pain that makes every breath a chore due to flaring up whether she's inhaling or exhaling. In her position with hands and feed on the floor in a crab-walk position, she lashes out with a toe kick at Cody's chin, using some lighter moves to buy herself breathing room.

COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Cody with Light Kick.

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Cody             0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody tries to backstep the kick, but it manages to smack him in the chin anyway, rattling his teeth and sending the convict back a little. He clutches his jaw, spitting out some blood to the side. "Not bad. You some kinda special forces, or what?" he asks. He doesn't immediately attack. Perhaps he's waiting for something? As it turns out, the train car is now nearing a tunnel. After a few seconds, the car is plunged into darkness. Cody uses this moment to launch an attack before the interior light fixtures turn on, throwing out a kick to the face.

COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Cody's Improvised Kick.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1            Cammy

[CAMMY]
No reason to tell Cody anything. But, for whatever reason, her icy demeanor thaws a little bit. "Yes." She isn't going to go into detail. Even confirming it is dangerous. While waiting for Cody to make his next move, she asks, "And you?" A second or two later, the lights go out. She reflexively raises her arms to defend her face and upper body, in a boxer-like double-forearms, and even then the punch is enough to knock her back again. Her opponent is definitely a heavy hitter.

In retaliation, she darts in and tries to move behind the fighter, fully aware that he is doing all this with his hands cuffed together. If he was unbound, would he be even harder to fight? She needs to find out who this man is. He could be big trouble. One arm attempts to go around Cody's throat, the other attempting to seize one arm and pin it. She can't bring it behind his back due to the cuffs, but she can strill try to choke him out while she presses herself into his back to put her minimal weight into it.

COMBATSYS: Cody interrupts Choke Hold from Cammy with Evasive Strike.

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Cody             0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1            Cammy

[CODY]
"I dunno, just some guy," Cody says, equally cool and less willing to open up. He suddenly finds her behind him, placing him in a choke hold. Initially it seems to work, but then Cody bites her in the arm to loosen her grip, and he bites hard. He then slips out of the grip and steps back a little, rubbing his neck and coughing. "Guh...damn."

[CAMMY]
Well, that's what she gets for trying to act more human. Back to being a near-robot it is. Arm with teeth imprinted into it where Cody bit, blood leaking from the injury, Cammy moves back. This fight has gone on long enough if it's turning this brutal. She suddenly switches from backing up to shooting forwards, her feet extended once again. But she moves directly from her Spiral Arrow into a flying upwards kick as she launches off the ground, that tries to make Cody's feet leave the ground as well.

She then moves from there into a reprise of her choke hold from before, this time in midair, and trying to carry Cody back down to the ground with her, with the force of gravity added to it to offset the lack of heaviness in her slight frame.

This might hurt if it hits.

COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Cammy's Gyro Drive Smasher.

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Cody             0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody sees the look in Cammy's eye, and anticipates something brutal. Good. This fight could use a little escalation. The train, no longer in the tunnel, chugs along, the convict feeling the combined blows to his body. Still, he steels himself, his whole body tensing in preparation for whatever is to come. This is his element - this moment where he wakes up. Cammy drives her kick upwards, and Cody wraps his arms around her leg to help absorb the blow. He still gets lifted off the ground and smashing his head into the cieling of the train car, punching a hole in it. Back down he goes, Cammy locking him in a choke as he slams onto the floor. A light fixture falls this time, the people watching from the booths gasp.

Cody's consciousness dims from the choke, but he doesn't give up. He aims to grab her arm with both hands, then toss her other him into the door to the car fairly hard, though recovering from being choked takes a little wind out of his sails. He coughs, on one knee as he collects himself for whatever comes next.

COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Cammy with Medium Throw.
Grazing Hit

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Cody             1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
Cody is truly an excellent fighter to be able to react to a speedy combatant like Cammy. Even in the midst of her combination move, he manages to find a way to not only reduce the damage he takes but retaliate. She rolls with the throw but she still winds up ramming into a wall in this enclosed area. That was probably her strongest move, and her opponent is still conscious. Though he seems to be taking his time to recover from the repeated choke hold attempts. The battle has somehow become even more intense than biting.
More vicious. Camy isn't doing so great, and it doesn't really look like her opponent is either. But she has to do something to end this before the man gets up off his knee and returns full force. She may be strong. Almost superhumanly so. But this broad-shouldered 'just some guy' seems to be even stronger.

At least when it comes to muscle.

She launches at Cody while he's down with a body scissors aimed at his torso. She tries to twist herself, digging her fingers into the metal flooring hard enough to dent it, and then slam Cody into the ground, leaping up into the air and stomping down at his back to use as a platform to flip away.

She hasn't forgotten all the aches and pains, the still-bleeding arm wound, the fatigue that gnaws at her, the buzzing in her ears from the impacts of both her blows and her opponent's, but she keeps calm and focuses on the mission objective. That comes before any weaknesses of flesh.

*Delete above this*

Cody is truly an excellent fighter to be able to react to a speedy combatant like Cammy. Even in the midst of her combination move, he manages to find a way to not only reduce the damage he takes but retaliate. She rolls with the throw but she still winds up ramming into a wall in this enclosed area. That was probably her strongest move, and her opponent is still conscious. Though he seems to be taking his time to recover from the repeated choke hold attempts. The battle has somehow become even more intense than biting.

More vicious. Camy isn't doing so great, and it doesn't really look like her opponent is either. But she has to do something to end this before the man gets up off his knee and returns full force. She may be strong. Almost superhumanly so. But this broad-shouldered 'just some guy' seems to be even stronger.

At least when it comes to muscle.

She launches at Cody while he's down with a body scissors aimed at his torso. She tries to twist herself, digging her fingers into the metal flooring hard enough to dent it, and then slam Cody into the ground, leaping up into the air and stomping down at his back to use as a platform to flip away.

She hasn't forgotten all the aches and pains, the still-bleeding arm wound, the fatigue that gnaws at her, the buzzing in her ears from the impacts of both her blows and her opponent's, but she keeps calm and focuses on the mission objective. That comes before any weaknesses of flesh.

COMBATSYS: Cody dodges Cammy's Cross Scissors Pressure.

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Cody             1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody sees Cammy move from the corner of his eye, and quickly rises, sidestepping her as she performs the body scissors, grabbing his pipe as she flies past. Trying to catch her before she can recover, he swings the instrument right for her back to knock her on her face.

COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Cody's Gentle Swing.

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Cody             0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
Once again, Cammy struggles to block in time, this time her uninjured arm winds up being sacrificed to soak the hit from the pipe. The blow maks her bones ring from the impact. This man is such a tenacious fighter. The Delta Red member isn't sure how much more she can take. If she stepped back and took the time to compose herself instead of repeatedly throwing herself into battle. But she isn't sure she can afford to give Cody that much of a break. He could do the same, after all. What it comes down to... Is that either she will win here or she will lose. The fight itself might not necessarily be her mission.

But staying on this train is, and winning will help secure that. If she is defeated, there might still be a way to move ahead. So there's nothing for it but to try to finish this as quickly as possible, before her fatigue and injuries decide it for her.

Cammy leaps into the air, her twin braids flying out behind her, and then abruptly dives down to the floor, where she slides into a kick aimed at Cody's legs to knock him off-balance, than transitions to a quick frankensteiner to add the impact of another of those leg-based throws to the mix.

COMBATSYS: Cody fails to interrupt Hooligan Combination from Cammy with Zonk Knuckle EX.

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Cody             1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
As Cammy goes low, Cody attempts to throw out a sucker punch to catch her before the impact, but he's a split second too late and takes the fall, his shins exploding in pain as he hits the ground. Then, once again, Cammy's legs find purchase around his neck and he's thrown, landing on his head and rolling across the train car floor, the pipe clattering elsewhere. "Uugh..." he groans, still rising, but a lot more slowly this time. He wipes blood from his temple and raises his fist. "Come on...more! Keep it going!" he yells, sounding out of breath.

[CAMMY]
Cammy has fought a lot of people. Probably many more that she can't remember from before she lost her memories. But she can honestly say she can't recall ever facing someone who was this eager for battle, who pushed themselves in this EXACT way even when on their last legs. It's like he said at the start. This man... Might be some kind of battle addict. In that case, is giving him more of what he wants a good idea? She doesn't know.

Defeating him probably won't cure his need for a 'fix' or make him start taking this in moderation. Cammy can't afford to try to play psychiatrist with him, but it is worrying on a level she doesn't normally worry that something she has been doing ever since gaining a sense of identity might be unhealthy for reasons other than matters of 'mere' physical injury.

Fatigued, injured, Cammy doesn't know what else she can throw at this guy that she hasn't already. Sweating, breathing hard, Cammy darts in, side hops into even close range, and then spins with a back knuckle strike at Cody's chest. It's harder and harder to attack accurately. How much longer until her vision starts to blur?

COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Cody with Axel Spin Knuckle.
-*- DEVASTATING HIT! -*-

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Cody             1/=======/=======|======-\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody, too fatigued to block, can only mount a weak defense as Cammy does her fancy spinning maneuever. He looks grimly determined to keep going, to use every last ounce of energy he has left. But the spinning punch finds purchase at his chest with a loud WHUMP, cracking his ribs and knocking the spit from his mouth. He gasps, staggering backwards as sweat drips down his face, sweat stains also forming on his chest and armpits. The tight quarters seemed to make everything hotter. He almost falls, but leans against the wall for support and remains, coughing again.

"Yeah...that might be it..." he remarks, slightly slurred. But in a last attempt, he swings his fist out to clobber Cammy on the side of the head, followed by a second haymaker to the other side, a jab, and finally, an uppercut. It's not flashy, it's pure force, but it might get the job done.

COMBATSYS: Cody has reached second wind!

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Cody             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0            Cammy

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Cody's Final Combination.

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Cody             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
The leotard-wearing Secret Agent Woman has been the very picture of grace for most of the fight, maintaining her composure and her balance no matter what. The staggering, wild dodges she uses to avoid the series of blows coming her way make it plain that even she can't remain poised forever. She, too, is quite exhausted. She may have very well been putting all she had left into that last attack.

Shoulders rising and falling quickly, fists clenching and unclenching at her sides as she tries to get more blood flood to her extremities, Cammy's eyes are half-lidded, her skin gleaming in the uneven lighting of the train car since some fixtures fell or were damaged during the match. "You have impressive resolve and endurance." she says in a near monotone. She can't help but provide some sort of recognition of the fight Cody has put her through.

After long, tense seconds of trying to get some feeling back into her hands, to get more oxygen into her lungs and slow the hammering of her heart, the ex-assassin lunges into the fray on the next time she clenches her fists, trying to sock Cody in the jaw with a quick jab. Nothing fancy. She's just going for the knock out now.

COMBATSYS: Cody dodges Cammy's Quick Punch.

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Cody             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Something keeps Cody going, and it is perhaps that battle addiction that Cammy is now keenly aware of. "It's all I need," is his only reply to her, as she throws out the quick punch. He no longer looks exhausted; in this moment, his expression is calm and clear, his whole body suddenly pushed past the damage and the fatigue to that of a fresh warrior. He looks at Cammy with a hardened gaze, and it's as if time itself is slowed down. He merely bends his body to the side, letting her punch slip past him.

Cammy flies past him. The muscles in his legs tense as he prepares for the counterattack. With her back to him, he throws one leg out, dashing forward at speeds so fast the onlookers don't quite see him move. One minute he kicks, the next he's right up close to Cammy, his leg wrapped with turbulent wind style chi, to kick her and send her flying - through the train door, if possible. Good thing, as the train is now pulling into the station.

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Cody's Ruffian Kick.

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Cody             0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
Desperation. Reflex. Training. Luck. Maybe she just fell forward out of exhaustion. But Cammy managed to evade that kick through a semi-artless ducking maneuver that puts her in a push-up position. The torrent of Chi-enhanced wind tears over her head, taking her beret with it, on a collision course with the door. With the strength she has remaining, she pushes herself up onto hands and knees, and then from there performs a low Capoeira-style spin kick at Cody's legs, then tries to launch him into the air with another kick, and then leaps up into the air after him, drawing on her dwindling reserves of energy to perform a dive kick as a finisher.

If he's as exhausted as she is, then maybe this will do the trick. Otherwise this is going to just turn into a slug fest until one of them falls down. And she has serious doubts she'd be the last one standing.

COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Cammy's Killer Bee Stinger.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0            Cammy

[CODY]
Cody crouches low, huffing as Cammy does her spin kick. He blocks with his arms, letting them absorb the impact, and keeps that pose even as she tries to launch him. He goes airborne, and the dive kick sends him back down, but he's still curled in a defensive posture. When this is over, he does what he does best: utilize the environment. He grabs one of the fancy light fixtures and rips it out of the wall, then simply tries to smash it over Cammy's head, bursting into pieces of metal and glass in the process.

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Cody's Random Weapon.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0            Cammy

[CAMMY]
Cammy staggers back out of the way of the lighting fixture, practically tripping over other bits and pieces of destroyed train in the process. She doesn't think she can keep going any further, so she raises a hand as she supports hersel against the wall with her other. "I give up." They've put on enough of a show for the audience that they should feel like they got their money's worth. And hopefully Cody got his fix. Cammy got valuable combat experience. And she made it all the way to the train's destination, so now she can continue with her mission. After she has gotten some medical attention and had a chance to rest.

COMBATSYS: Cammy has left the fight here.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|

[CODY]
Cody doesn't seem like he hears her at first, then slowly he sinks down, sitting against the train car as people begin to leave the booths and take pictures. "Okay," he says, staring out into nothing. Whatever change that overcame him in those last few moments of the fight seems to be wearing off, replaced with his usual tired look. As passengers leave, some police officers board the train. "Mr. Cody Travers?" one asks. "It's time you came with us." The convict rolls his eyes and forces himself to stand. "Yeah, yeah...party's over. Time to go home." He looks over at her. "Check you later, special forces."

COMBATSYS: Cody has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:56:02 10/16/2018 by Cody, and last modified on 01:08:49 10/18/2018.