Description: Pure Violence meets Brute Force when K' decides to steal from Abigail. A winner is you.
It's just after twilight in Metro City, shadows casting deeper across harborfront and water alike. Within those shadows flits a dark shape, motorcycle leathers over a gunmetal hoodie that's pulled tight over one principal identifying feature-- that shock of white hair, tragically concealed. The youth doesn't move like a hoodlum, doesn't even really move like a fighter.
No, the prototype bioweapon is something else-- something primal. He moves like a predator; he hunts like a beast. In this case the angle of approach K' takes is harborside of a junkyard that almost has to be a front for -some- bullshit in a town like this one. It's not a normally passable entry point-- he leaps a tall concrete retaining wall to get here, and then charges nigh-effortlessly up a too-steep embankment near the rear of the yard.
It's there that K' meets resilient chain, and places his gauntleted right hand against the reinforced fencing. There's a momentary glow like the richest cascade of autumn, and the barrier between himself and the yard melts away-- or rather, incinerates. Like so much abundantly combustible ether, the metal yields to the celestial fires implanted in K Prime, and he slips into the trove beyond, the shadow of a hunting animal.
What is he hunting, tonight? None of Abigail's crew-- slipping past them, around the security, is presently priority number one. K' is fast, he's alert, he seems to have impeccable nightvision despite the shades that shield his unusual eyes. He's after the myriad of motorcycles collecting in this museum to better days. He's carrying a satchel over one shoulder that contains a ratchet set he seamlessly sets to utilizing on one of the carcasses when he homes in on what he's come for.
The biggest man in Metro City is back!
Truthfully though, Abigail had been gone a really long time in search of his Monster Truck and it's been just one hassle after another getting it back. Life must go on and Abigail's Scrap Metal didnt' shut down in his absence..but nevertheless there are things only -he- can do as the chief and master of the house..and so his return was met with much fanfare..and a gigantic stack of order and overdue requests so much so that his relief at returning home was quickly transformed into an act of frustrated rage that saw his office desk explode from the pressure of his massive hands gripping it. So he's without a desk now as well. Truly, business as usual.
But he -is- home now and that surely counts for something. While others of the former Mad Gear releax nad lay about without much to do aside from picking on each other and being loud and obnoxious, Abigail busies himself getting ready to pursue taking care of these back orders..and ordering a new desk.
Thus alone, he prowls the depths of his junk yard, collecting pieces to aid in his various refurbishing efforts and clearing the way of piles of junk and flattened cars by..literally reaching up for ones near him, laying his hand atop them and then pressing down with single arm to squash and crush and flatten them with his palm like some sort of human hydraulic press.
The feats of strength would be terrifying if observed by most anyone but Abigail tosses the newly squashed material aside with about as much interest and concern as someone playing with wet tissue as he makes his way deeper into the yard.. lurking like a kaiju among the stacks of junk and drawing nearer to his un known, and probably unwanted guest.
Truth be told, as fascinating as the apparent golem guarding the junkyard -is-, K' would just assume fade right back into the shadows. The noise Abigail makes doesn't phase him-- the prototype looks up from his work only an instant, instinct and auditory input guaging the distance as the youth redoubles his efforts.
In that span of moments several doo-dads and whatsits join the tools in his shoulder bag and K' rises on soft-soled, booted feet to back all but silently into the shadows once more. It's about that time that one of the exhausts on a compromised motorcycle carcass drops out beneath it, enacting a tremendous, if momentary ruckus of its own.
The living weapon curses fiercely but entirely under his breath, and quietly tosses his satchel deeper into those aforementioned shadowed passageways of twisted metal as he himself plants his back on a convenient car... and lights a cigarette with his gloved index finger. Drawing deeply, K Prime /sighs/ the smoke out, and awaits Abigail's inevitable interest. Just your typical Metro punk loitering here, sir, promise. There is most certainly not a WMD stealing from your junkyard.
"The hell..? J????!!!"
Abigail's deep voice booms and bellows. A roaring cataclysm unto itself as he reacts to the chaos caused by he strange visitors while tossing a balled up haap of metal over his shoulder.
"Two-P?!?! Axl???!!" he roars again while starting forward through the alleys and streets caused by the towering piles of cars while peering back and forth with his beedy eyes.
And so it does't take long for him to turn about and find K' casually sitting there as if the scrap yard was just a stop on his vacation tour and not that he had trespassed into very, very dangerous territory.
"Th'hell..?" repeats Abigail, looking confused at just how nonchalant his visitor seems to be. He then shakes his head back and forth and hsi explsoive anger bubbles up, "I mean...THE HELL!? Who're you, man?! You're trespassing?" Abigail begins approaching ow. His footfalls start booming intot he ground, shaking the earth slightly as if his previous treads had actually been him walking lightly..
Nope, nope, and nope! Abigail gets three wrong guesses, but K' doesn't hold it against him. Much. Shaded eyes survey the tower of angry mechanic before him, and... he sighs again. One thing's for sure: the kid's not -nearly- scared enough. Abigail's initial approach would, indeed, have been enough to send most skittering-- but the prototype does the opposite.
Maybe he just knows better than to try to outrun a monolith on his home turf. The living weapon takes another puff off his cigarette, and holds his hand, the one bearing the strange, high-tech chi modulator out in an attempt to forestall Abigail. "Whoa big fella." K' cautions, with some measure of sincerity despite the relative apathy. "You're right, I'm tresspassing, but you do /not/ wanna do that."
The Beast of Flame reads violence in motion easily enough, by now. It's programmed into his very core, to boot. "It is /way/ less trouble to stalk back that way and pretend you never saw me." It's almost a personal mantra, at this point-- on so many levels.
"Meh..??" Abigail blinks and does come to a shudderint stop, cracking the pavement under his steps and just peering at his visitor with a surprisingly keen look to his gaze. There may be more to this mechanic then meets the eye, or something like that. He purses his lips together and then finally rumbles, "You aint never heard of Abigail? or Abigail's Scrap Metal before?? You tryin' to make me shake in boots? Hmm...You aint an ordinary though, I can tell. You remind me of somebody..of...of..Cody!"
He rears back in mild disgust, "That stupid nonchalant, I aint afraid of nobody, attitude..even when you should be runnin' scared! You busted in -here- and are stealin' -my- goods! Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't just flatten you for hasslin' me!"
"You're Abigail?" K' has heard of him. There's a moment of utter disbelief as the prototype surveys the giant. "Huh." Thing is, K' doesn't really keep up on television and internet fandom. He's a little busy living off the grid and being a dick on live television in between insurgent activities on NESTS and its affiliates. He doesn't keep up on that world either-- but if Abigail does, he might recognize the hoodied, dark-skinned firebrand from recent SNF broadcasts.
"I figured you were some hot greasemonkey chick." Truth be told, K' -is- sort of used to being able to intimidate and non-chalant his way through this shit. Diplomacy isn't his strongest suit. Still, it's matter-of-fact, not derogatory: he's met some kickass chicks, and he was kind of hoping Abi had a better rack.
"Look, I told you, there's just one good reason." That gauntlet extends to the hull of the automobile beside him and in an orange-cored shockwave of rippling rings of crimson flame, the metal evaporates into cinder.
The behemoth just sort of stares at the flame wielder with a blank expression on his face.
"You..you makin' fun of my name?" he asks with an almost eerie calm to his voice in contrast to the roaring fury he had been using before. As the flame billows out over the scrapped car..that thunder makes its return, "Now you wreckin' my -stuff-?!" Not exactly the reaction most would give to seeing someone burn something infront of them to ashes.
Now Abigail -does- keep up with the SNFs..to a degree..but lately he's been distracted as well and even if he did have some recognition of K' ..its likely that he wouldn't care. He begins his approach again, shaking the earth and pointing a finger the size of a tree branch at the firebrand, "I'll make this quick. If nothin' else I can use you for a toaster oven! Got plans to install one in the next moddin' job.."
COMBATSYS: Abigail has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: K' has joined the fight here.
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K' 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Abigail
"No..." K' begins to explain, a little bit impatiently-- but it's too late, really. Any fool can see it. Especially a fool genetically programmed for violence. "Heh." Winning friends and influencing people. Maxima would be laughing his damn ass off.
K' squares off against the encroaching behemoth, and nods his head once, "You're right about one thing, Tiny..." the living weapon agrees smoothly, confidently; coldly arrogant. ".. we'll make this quick." The air to K Prime's right wavers, distorts, the telltale signs of extreme heat.
The intensity of the summer sun pounds proverbial asphalt several times over in the palm of this kid's red right hand. Flame courses from his fingertips as if the strain of conjuring it is holding it /back/, and indeed, K' grits his teeth through the sudden surge of pain. It reminds him he's alive.
Those gritted teeth grimace the threatening reflex of a primate, and the Beast of Flame erupts forward himself. That burning right reaves forward like a warhead, and in a trailing plume of ochre fury, K' seeks to blast not so much into Abigail, but /through/ him.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Abigail with Second Knuckle.
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K' 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Abigail
A thunderous *BOOOM* rumbles out as the fist slams into Abigails broad midsection and a roaring contrail of flame rips into him and blasts outward behind him to send a scorching trail of destruction rippling down the aisle he had stalked into view from. The burning shockwave ripples out around both of the combatants and Abigail is actually stopped dead in his tracks from the force of the punch and rushing flames. His eyes bulge slightly and his teeth grit in pain..and then rising fury.
A hand big enough to palm a car engine is suddenly lunging forward for K', looking to wrap about the mans head like some sort of tarantula enclosing around its prey.
"That's hto?! I deal overheating engines worse then that, boy." rumbles the hot-rodder before he brings his other hand up and then lowers a fist towards K's head. "Take a hike!"
At the last second, a massive finger flicks up, the slightest demonstration of Abigails freakish, and not fully understood, physical strength. A finger flick with the force of a car impact.
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Abigail's Red Leaf.
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K' 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Abigail
Not bad. Not bad at -all-. K' is frankly surprised that Abigail /isn't/ explouded soundly away, questioning his life choices. Not surprised enough that the prototype is fully unprepared for the mighty mountain's followup, though. As he's plucked up by his skull, K' kick-flips harshly out of the vise-like grip with equal and opposing power of his own, seemingly launched into the air by the simple flick.
Of course, the painful impact is only part of the story-- the Beast of Flame soars higher by design. "If that's true Tiny--" roils of fire cascade off that glove, surge from K Prime's every fingertip like a full-fueled flamethrower. It roars about it him in a cloud, it reddens his dark skin.
"You /really suck at your job/!!" The maelstrom is kicked downwards onto Abigail like an airstrike, erupting in a shockwave of omnidirectional molten fury that flows and crashes in an enraged surf of celestial fire.
COMBATSYS: Abigail endures K''s Air Trigger EX.
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K' 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Abigail
Windows shatter up and down the local block. The entire warehouse of Abigail's Scrap Metal shakes. A few stacked cars topple over. Inside, Roxy and J are shaken from their lethargic game of cards as Rocky is nocked from her seat and lands harshly onto the solid floor near the painted Mad Gear skull by the conveyer belt. "What the hell!?"
Outside a singed but upright Abigail, emerges from the boiling fireball and billowing dirty cloud of smoke like some sort of gargantua parting a curtain. His garments have been seared and shredded, arm-tires blasted away and skull print tee shirt a scorched mass ..but aside from blackened marks here and there, he looks roaring and ready to go..and he focuses more on what was said as opposed to the fact that he was just struck with what surely would have been considered a military airstrike by most other measurements,
"You makin' fun of my WORK now?!" he thunders. Truly, the important things in life that matter..r
He lunges forward at K', tracking the mans trajectory and closing in on him with a sort of lunging step that sends the goliath into a spinning motion. A huge back first comes arcing up, trying to club into the other man, but this is followed by his other arm coming into view as he finishes his rotation, swinging with the masiveness and momentum of a tree that's been sent tumbling down a mountain side, "KABOOOM!"
COMBATSYS: K' fails to interrupt Abi Twist from Abigail with Crow Bite EX.
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K' 1/--=====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Abigail
K' lands defiant in the path of that onrushing locomotive. Still more torrents of the Kusanagi's sacred fire surge into his fingers, the Beast of Flame breathing hard, his face a silent snarl. He again does what few others would, particularly few youths of his apparent stature: the bioweapon hurtles -into- that rushing titan with strength and ferocity to equal Abigail's.
In this case however, before his own flaming fist can strike true, Abigail's followup sends K' hurtling well and violently backwards, heels over head. He crashes hard through a pile of punishing scrap, his road-worthy leathers providing only a small measure of sanctuary from the cutting and biting bits therein. He rolls up into a three point crouch and spits crimson-stained expectorant.
"Fuck me. Guess you don't just look the part. Just my luck." K' really wanted to deal with this, tonight. Almost every other hooligan he's needed to explode through has been accomodating; but not Abigail. "Doesn't change a damn thing, though." Just might take a minute longer....
Perhaps K' is observant enough to know that few hooligans..well..if any..are over eight feet tall, quarter ton mountains of muscle..or maybe he does know this and just doesn't care. Either way, it's clear Abigail means business and he stalks back and forth, pacing in place a few times and rolling his monstrous shoulders as if pysching himself up, "YEAH! I'm high octane and FULL TANKED!!"
His body suddenly turns a beet red, sinew piling atop of sinew and muscle engorging and ballooning. The monsterous titan is actually geting -bigger-. It's visible growth, swelling his already insane proportions up towards even greater levels of absurdity as steam billows out of his nostrils, ears and mouth from the sudden overheating.
"I'll crush you, now!" he rumbles, pointing at K' again and beginning to once more stalk towards him with a sense of intending on bringing this match to a close now.
COMBATSYS: Abigail VROOOOOMS!!!
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K' 1/--=====/=======|=======\=====--\1 Abigail
In the prototype's experience, to utilize the old adage, it's not always the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. Abigail is a stark example that the metaphor is not always entirely accurate-- but K' in turn is an exemplar of how very true it is. The universe is paradoxical like that. Expect the unexpected is ever in force.
Despite his painful realizations about the Legit(tm)ness of Abigail and his chop shop operation, K' isn't intimidated, he doesn't beg for mercy. He sure as shit doesn't back down. The Beast of Flame merely reignites that meteor in his hand, bracing his arm with the other as tendrils of orbiting flame lick hungrily up his arm.
The prototype smiles mirthlessly at Abigail over the distorting heat of the forge in his fist, all his focus redoubles it. "Heh." The note of laughter similarly holds non of the sarcastic self-depricating bemusement of its forebear; it's cold and disapproving.
"You shouldn't say shit like that." K Prime notes it darkly even as the sheer magnitude of chi is channeling redoubles; to the keen eye, so does the living weapon's resonance with, control over that impossible wellspring of heavenly energies; the godkilling force of nature the prototype is literally an overloaded conduit directly to.
COMBATSYS: K' builds up fiery energy in his gauntleted hand!
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K' 1/=======/=======|=======\=====--\1 Abigail
"Hey, you're the one that came in here hasslin' -me- man!! Don't gimme that!" There's a pause and then Abigail suddenly moves.
The ground lurches violently as if a T-rex were charging through. Abigail leaps, cracking the pavement from the force of his lift off and lunging overhead to begin a slow fall back down towards K' like a skyscraper that just got tipped over and is gradually racing down towards the fire wielder with unstoppable momentum and weight behind it.
"VROOOOM!!!" roars the goliath just before he twists, coiling up his massive legs and then kicking them out again at Ky in a full on drop kick seem capable of sending said skyscraper tumbling in the first place for how massive the blow seems to be.
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Abigail's Ontario Drop.
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K' 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=====--\1 Abigail
Abigail charges, as Abigails do, and once more-- K' stares down the traintracks. The barreling giant is a deadly threat by any estimation, even the prototype's base senses know that. Instinct warns him, if nothing else-- instinct too often buried by pride and arrogance, perhaps.
Reveries for another time, in this instant, the Beast of Flame indeed stands stalwart in the face of this titan, braced arms and that torrential, concentrated torch in his glove serving to keep the human(?!?) missile at bay.
The mighty dropkick still impacts with a reverberating shockwave, once more shuddering the scrap, shifting frame and engine block alike. The line of motorcycles K' was robbing topple like dominos. "I only told you to let me leave." K' reminds; with partial accuracy. He's immovable object to Abigail's irresistable force, and the very ground they stand on suffers for it.
Abigail lands virtually atop the conduit of sacred fire many would insist he profanes. K' lashes outwards like a cornered animal-- "Right there!!" he barks, and-- hurls his shades off his eyes and end over end into Abigail's chest in one smooth, swift motion?!?
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Abigail with Empowered Chain Drive.
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K' 0/-------/------<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Abigail
It all happens in one frozen frame. The average spectator wouldn't even catch the initial blow. The shades ricochet off the behemoth's barrel chest, and K' slaps them back on off the rebound with his motorcycle-gloved hand. The fiery gauntlet? That /slams/ in a vicious cross into the giant's kidneys with an eruption of heavenly flame.
There's little articulate in the next moment of roaring kiais as K' slams not only that comet of a clenched fist into his opponent, but its opposite elbow, several knees, a flying, booted foot. For all its passage of scant instants, each blow delivered with impossible force and acceleration, the next all but in the same moment as the last, those instants may stretch to interminable in their painful succession.
The bioweapon batters Abigail relentlessly, mercilessly right back the way the giant came, hammers every bone and vulnerable spot he can reach with each weaponized section of his own body, reacting with no technique, no refined style... only inexorable fury. The gathered fires are released in a tumult at the end, an incendiery cloud that threatens to consume even the massive mechanic in its wrathful heart. "I FUCKIN' WARNED YOU.
So warned and so battered.. Abigail is at a loss for words.. Probably because he's being pummeled and engulfed in a killer fireball that is sucking the oxygen from him and ripping away any opportunity to speak if he actually wanted to. Either way the explosive shockwave that results rips its way across his junk yard and plumes upward in a billowing blast that lights the entirity of the Bay Area up and turns heads for blocks in every direction and district in the immediate vicinity of the goliaths infamous haunting ground.
He skids backwards, rocked back and forth and then suddenly braces himself, surging to a stop as one final burst of energy roars up through him, "Yeah, you did.." he grunts out, "But let's make this a DEAD HEAT!!"
A sudden flex and surge of muscle ripples out a counter shockwave that pushes the fire back and away from the scorched brute in a true display of ultimate muscle. Lunging out of the smoke is his arm, descending like a falling meteor for K' as Abigail's burnt and grinning visage looms overhead. His palm slams into the ground, lurcing it and seeking to disrupt K's footing and then Abigail reaches for the other man intending on lifting him into the air and then sending his boulder sized fists rolling into him in a series of repeated thunderous punches. Each blow looking to explode into K' and lift him higher and higher as if he were a punching bag.
"ORA, ORA, ORA, ORA, ORA!!" The final hit being a palm smash intending on sending K' hurtling away.. but for Abigail that's all he has and hit or miss, the momentum of his own swing sends him tumbling over and slamming into burnt and cratered ground, shoulders first.
COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: K' dodges Abigail's Abigail Special.
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K' collapses out of that towering inferno to a three-point crouch, gasping back breath past his own pain, the flame taxing him as surely-- if less viciously-- as it does Abigail. The circuitry on his glove glows hot like a stellar core, his hand searing, charring itself into the ground beneath, melting stone or asphalt like butter.
The onslaught takes a lot out of him, but fight or flight is a fact of life for the Beast of Flame, and as Abigail hurtles out of a renewed shockwave, that meteoric impact is answered with a reflexive bought of the latter. With the same blurring alacrity K Prime had demonstrated in offense, he now flits -away- from the impact in a sudden reversal of focus, letting Abigail unleash his titanic fury into the empty air with reverberating windshear his only reward.
"You're tough, I'll give you that." And with that, the prototype bolts into the darkness, down the avenue of junk. He pauses only long enough to pluck up his discarded satchel, and sprints back the way he came. Into the darkness, away from the alarmed calls of Abigail's cohort.
COMBATSYS: K' has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:40:50 11/02/2018 by K', and last modified on 01:24:41 11/03/2018.