Description: Led by Abigail, the Mad Gears work hard on the most wholesome of Metro City Thanksgiving traditions: organizing a turkey drive, where they feed the poor and hungry of Metro City by stuffing roast turkeys into trash cans, oil drums, and crates for them to punch open. It'd be a real shame if a renegade bounty hunter with a chip on his shoulder and a fire in his belly came along and ruined all that hard work and good intentions because Metro City's restaurants are touchy about serving globally wanted criminals, wouldn't it?
So there was some sort of post apocalyptic incident here, once upon a time. Metro City Park being little more then a sad reminder of the damage wrought by the Majigen incdent. Some time has passed and some rehabilitation has happened but it's clear it's still got a ways to go.
That hasn't stopped Mad Gear before! It's sure not going to stop them now. Some might say, 'Location, Location, Location'. Mad Gear says, "This is the perfect spot to be in the spirit of giving!" What else does one use a region that looks like a nuclear wasteland for?
And so here we are, the colorful group of hooligans having come together to stuff roasted turkeys into nice new, ready to be smashed open, oil drums and trash cans with the needy and less fortunante warily making their way here based on rumor and hearsay to collect the goods. At least Mad Gear has the decency to be sanitary about it, the bins being freshly clean and purchased and the turkey's properly wrapped and labeled, because hey..they're not Cody, alright? Have some class!
So naturally it's the perfect place for an SNF! Cameras are set up here and there, and the SNF officials observe the going ons while nearby them, perched atop his freshly repaired monster truck is none other then the Bay Area Chief, Abigail. He glowers like some massive kaiju over looking its smashing grounds and otherwise doesn't participate - leaving the rest of the activity to the likes of others while he acts as a ..overseer? Bodyguard, yeah that's it.
Sol Badguy exudes arrogance. Even the way he walks has a certain lazy confidence that rubs some people the wrong way. He's dressed in his usual fashion today, albeit with a heavier long-sleeved red coat as opposed to his usual sleeveless tank. It's fairly cool in Metro City this time of year, even if some would ask if someone like Sol gets cold.
"Geez," Sol says, running his fingers through his hair and sweeping it back. It falls back into its spiky place immediately afterward. "I'd heard about Haggar drums, but I didn't think it was a real thing. Do you guys really eat whatever you find around here?" Sol plants the toes of his boot on a drum, leaning in forward just enough to look inside. He lets it go again, the barrel rolling around on its bottom rim before settling.
"Hey, big guy," Sol calls to Abigail, pulling a note out of his jacket. "You know someone named Abigail? Lookin' for her for this SNF match."
That seems to be Abigail's new mantra for the past few months. Life's just been full of surprises and not necessarily of the pleasant kind either as demonstrated the arrival of the new hooligan.
"Yeah, it's ABI-GAIL!!" he thunders while looming up to his full height, weight rocking the monster truck under him and then digging the entire mass to the ground as he kicks of from it leaps and then lands with an earth shaking *BOOM!*
The earth continues rumbling as he appoaches Sol, inspecting him with narrowed eyes as the bounty hunter drws nearer.
"And I aint no girl! .. You here to help give turkeys or just to get yer ass kicked?"
"Tch," Sol says, rolling his neck and applying pressure until it pops. He alternates to the other direction, doing the same. "No reason to get so worked up about it." A pause. "Is this some kind of boy named Sue thing? If so, I think it's paid off for you with interest." A small smile cracks.
"But that said, I'm not really much of a warm fuzzy type. Nothin' wrong with giving a few hands up to people who need it though." Sol reaches down and puts his hand on the hilt of Fireseal, presently hooked onto his belt with a ring holster that he seems to have put together in haste. Calling it a sheath would be an insult to sword holsters everywhere.
Sol glances down at a drum. "Do you just...give them out in these things?"
The giant opens his mouth up to prepare to bellow something else, but then pauses in confusion as he considers Sol's words. "Wha?"
It seems that one flew over his head and he just ends up shaking it back an forth while rumbling, "Look here, hedgehog hair.. don't make fun of my name!"
Sol's question seems legitimate though and Abigail turns to look over the Oil Drum and Trashcan stuffing antics, "Huh? Well yeah, of course! How else are they gonna punch them open in order to get the food?"
The thought never occurs to him that most of the homeless and needy aren't bothering to do that and lack the strength to do so as well. It's the thought that counts.
"Hey, what is that?" Abigail points to the Firseal, "A cigarette lighter? Smoking's gonna kill you! Also, damn, that's a big lighter.."
"Seems like a bit of a soft spot for such a tough-looking guy," Sol says. His fingers scratch at a bit of scruff along his cheek. "You actually remind me a little of a guy I know. Tough bastard with an artsy side. Anyway..." His eyes move to a barrel again. The logic of punching barrels for food seems to be a bit lost on him.
"This?" Sol hooks his hand around the hilt of Fireseal and pulls it out. "Looks a bit like it, huh? Almost as if someone designed it that way..." Sol cracks a suppressed smile as it amused at some inside joke. "But this is a sword," Sol slashes through the air with it before flipping it into his unusual backwards grip. "Maybe you'd like to see it in use then, big guy?" Sol tilts his head back to look up at Abigail.
COMBATSYS: Abigail has started a fight here.
"You're going to use a SWORD and all I got is these fists to punch you with??"
Well it might seem like a legitimate complaint - if the fighting world wasn't filled with people who can punch through concrete and flip cars over and leap dozens of feet in the air or hurtle bolts of lightning or chi from their hands.
And then there's Abigail who might very well be a contender for World's Strongest Man if brute strength was the only paradigm involved. A man still getting bigger and stronger.
"That's hardly fair!" he insists though cause..sword beats fists, right?
WIth that he suddenly lunges forward. 'Cheating' maybe. It's not like he said 'ready' or even moved the match to the designated combat zone. Instead his massive body trundles forward with several earth shaking booms to his steps as he slowly.. runs(?) and then at the last second twists and sends a huge fist hurtling at Sol like an incoming semi truck, "KABOOM!"
COMBATSYS: Sol Badguy has joined the fight here.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Abigail
COMBATSYS: Sol Badguy blocks Abigail's Dynamite Punch.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Abigail
"Would you feel better if I told you the sword was for your safety?" Sol says, tilting his head at an angle so that his ponytail swings slightly behind him. "Maybe I'll--" But then there's that movement and that incoming punch. Sol's eyes narrow and his muscles tense. In an instant his arm comes up to block, muscles going tense as two mountains of meat meet with an enough force that the windows on a nearby car rattle and tree branches rustle nearby. The bounty hunter slides backward several feet before coming to a stop and shaking his arm.
"Holy hell," Sol says, shaking his hand several more times. "And you were worried about a sword not being fair. I've known artillery pieces with more restraint."
But then Sol's on the move, vaulting over a barrel into a flying kick toward Abigail. There's a burst of fiery chi as he launches forward, practically flying toward the big man more than jumping.
COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Sol Badguy's Riot Stomp.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Abigail
Two mountains of meat indeed, but it is clear who is the goliath of the two as when Sol collides against Abigail's outstretched arm, it's again ta limb that compares favorably in girth to Sol's entire torso. The Superhuman Hot Rodder seems exactly that, and the comparison to artillery is not only apt but appreciated.
"Thanks!" he rumbles cheerfully, that 'slasher grin' clear on his face as it usually is in most fights. Obviously the titan thinks this is little more then playing around with the world despite his grumpy demeanor and as proof of this he pushes back against Sol to send him backwards and then reaches out with the same arm to grasp for him. "I'm high octane!" he thunders as he attempts to hurtle Sol straight upward into the air so high a glimpse of the rest of the city is easily seen - and then on Sol's descent he arcs a huge arm back and then hurtles it around with a massive palm aiming to slam right into bounty hunter and send him hurtling across the park, "and FULL TANKED!!"
COMBATSYS: Sol Badguy interrupts Abigail Smash from Abigail with Bandit Revolver.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Abigail
Sol's expression also shifts into the manic, slightly crazed and cocksure grin of someone who enjoys the thrill of the fight. As Sol is pulled into melee by the giant and tossed, something strange happens. The palm smashes into him, but Sol, sturdy as he is grabs hold and tanks the impact like a machine. It knocks the wind out of his lungs, but Sol doesn't hesitate.
He then tugs on Abigail's arm, using the behemoth Mad Gear member's superior size to pull himself forward into an arcing, sweeping overhead kick aimed to smash into the man's neck.
"High octane's one word for it," Sol grunts.
Well that isn't the reaction Abigail was looking for. That's less Sol going flying over the horizon and more Abigail struggling to breathe as his tree trunk of a neck is impacted and he releases Sol to go staggering to the side hacking and coughing.
A brief rumble of rage surges through him, turning his skin slightly red before he recovers and turns, pivoting on his heels to spin his gigantic body back at Sol with a massive back handed strike. He continues onward, his rotation speeding up as his other arm comes around in a thundering upper cut. Both strikes meant to go blasting into the mysterious bounty hunter with earthquake like strength.
COMBATSYS: Sol Badguy dodges Abigail's Abi Twist.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Abigail
Sol's landing lacks the finesse of an agile combatant used to flying through the air. He hits the ground like a sack of potatos, almost falling over before catching his balance. It would seem he, like Abi, is used to being the one sending people flying.
But then Abigail is gearing up for a follow-up. Sol's cocksure grin has shifted to a grimace as he sees that mighty uppercut coming, and he leans back, weaving out of the way just narrowly as he can hear Abigail's fist whoosh by like a passing semi.
But Sol can't rest on a small victory lest Abigail put him on the ground with the next move. The bounty hunter steps forward into a kick, with his boot aimed at Abigail's midsection. It's a simple kick lacking finesse, but much like Abigail Mr. Badguy seems to be packing some unnatural horsepower of his own.
COMBATSYS: Abigail just-defends Sol Badguy's Medium Strike!
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Abigail
The kick slams right into Abigails muscled bellow with a loud *KABOOOOM* that rattles the area, shakes the monster truck and draws attention from the Turkey Drive finally. Abigail just sort of stands there, grining down at Sol with his eyes widening, "Hey! Not bad! You got some horsepower after all! But you need to work on that engine some.."
The monstrous man suddenly lunges in, both of his hands coming down for Sol's waist as he goes for the toss again.
"Let's rev this up abit more!" he roars while attempting to grab...and then literally hurtle Sol skywards - but this time to just let gravity do all the work for him as opposed to swinging for him should Sol go plummeting up and back down again. Gravity hurts.
COMBATSYS: Sol Badguy endures Abigail's Bay Area Sunrise.
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Sol Badguy 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Abigail
There's a moment when Abigail steels himself and doesn't budge against Sol's blow, and in that moment there's shock and surprise. Sol has fought an artificial god and see many strange things, but Abigail is a novelty. It is in this novelty that Sol's left briefly at a loss for words. Briefly.
"Damn," Sol says, right before the bigger man hefts him and throws him high, high into the air. He soars, flips head over heels, and plummets back down---but lands upright. His knees nearly buckle and the impact is enough to crack the pavement, but Sol keeps his footing, somehow. In doing so, he's facing down Abigail once more. Heat pours off of him in a heat bloom that makes the air seem to shimmer. It culminates in a spike of power as Sol's knuckles pop when he clenches his fist---and then the whole arm seems to burst into flame.
"Alright then," Sol says, "since you're making me work, let's just go ahead and kick it into overdrive.
Sol punches forward with a straight, underhanded hook that leaves a lingering sphere of flame. In the next move, he thrusts forward with a haymaker with his other hand, Fireseal clenched tightly. When his fist collides with the flames it ignites into a great blazing wall of fire chi, as big as Abigail--which says quite a bit in itself.
COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Sol Badguy's Tyrant Rave ver.Beta.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Abigail
The fire explodes into Abigail like the flash point of a nuclear blast. It roars into him, billows past him and causes the SNF crew to duck and cover as windows shatter from the air pressure and flame boils across the already ruined terrain.
"Good grief, Chief!" yells out Two-P from where the turkeys are being distributed as the heat rolls over as far as that distance.
But then the flame dissipates and Abigail is not only up right, but though battered hes looking more then ready to proceed, having weathered that explosion much better then he had any right to.
"What the hell..your engine is over heating!!"
He suddenly lunges forward, trailing smoke and fire behind him as his clothes blaze and his tee shirt shreds to pieces from the inflation of his gigantic physique. "You need a tune up!"
His massive fist hurtles around and then this is followed by another and then another and then another ina rapid fire set of machine gun like punches that send Abigail's fists into a flurry of action far faster then anyone his size has any right to be.
COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away Sol Badguy with Abigail Punch.
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Sol Badguy 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Abigail
Maintaining his posture for a moment, Sol manages to smile in the light of the Tyrant Rave. That is, until Abigail keeps on trucking and suddenly the bounty hunter seems to realize the man still has plenty of fight in him. When Abigail advances again Sol draws back, raising his guard. The block, however, comes too slow; as Abigail's fist slides in through the gap in Sol's defense and hits him in the gut hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
And then the flurry of punches bombards Sol, and it feels like a twenty car pile-up on his face. The last blow sends him flying backward, the bounty hunter crashing through a pile of drums (spilling their contents) before slamming into a parked car hard enough to dent in the door. It takes Sol a minute to get back on his feet.
And when he does he rolls his neck, rubs his jaw, and spits out a mouthful of blood. "Haven't taken a hit like that in a long time, kid," Sol stands up straight, reaching up to massage his shoulder. "If ever. Shit." His hand moves to his headband, running his fingers and thumb along it to make sure it's secure. Perhaps he's afraid his hair will get messed up?
But then Sol's on the move again, barreling down toward Abigail. He rears back, gathering fire chi in his fist again, then throws another punch, this one trailing with an arc of flames.
"I'm always running hot!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Sol Badguy's Fafnir.
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Sol Badguy 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Abigail
"Hey..looks like you got some durability in your chassis after all! Not just all show and no go like some foreign car or something!"
Abigail is quite impressed. Most people don't just bounce back up from his flurry of strikes. He's almost at a loss for what to do but soon instinct kicks in and he brings up a massive palm to intercept Sol's fiery fist with another burst of fire exploding out all around him.
"Good thing I've got good antifreeze!" he declares before wrappin his massive fist around Sol's own and then seeking to swing him around and slam him repeatedly to the ground, wildly, in varying directions. "Let's see how tough that frame of yours is!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Sol Badguy with Repeated Slams.
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Sol Badguy 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Abigail
The two blows clash, Sol maintaining the pressure for several seconds before Abigail transitions from defense to offense. Sol's flames extinguish themselves as he tries to pull away, but it's not fast enough. Abigail gets him in a death grip and slings him around, smashing him over and over. The fact that Sol manages to take this punishment is a testament to the bounty hunter's durability. The fact that he climbs back up to his feet afterward is something else entirely.
Sol wipes another bit of blood from his mouth, heat steadily pouring off his body now. "This comes pretty easy to you, huh? With all that strength you can just mow down most guys." A pause. "Kind of familiar feeling here, to be honest."
Sol steps forward, "But you're giving me a run for my money here, so I'm going to pull out a trick I haven't had to use in a while." Fiery chi surges around Sol as the heat emanating from him intensifies. His aura goes from bursts of flame to a steady gathering of heat as Sol bends his knees...
And then launches himself like a cannon shot--or a meteor--head-on toward Abigail. He explodes into fire as he does so, a literal geyser of flame erupting under him and melting the asphalt where he was standing as he barrels forward like a human projectile.
COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Sol Badguy's Napalm Death.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Abigail
Anything Abigail has to say is drowned out in the roar of the impact as the flame blasts into and through him, engulfing him and blasting a roaring crater into the areas as he expanding pillar of fire blazes up and can undougbtly be seen for miles around. The fire storm whorls around the goliath, blasting and blitzing him violently and seemingly taking him out of the fight for good..until a sudden surge of power erupts from the goliath and he bursts through the violent eruption like a living fireball. "IT'S A DEAD HEAT!!" he roars while lunging into the air - and then falling down violently towards Sol like a skyscraper that's decided to topple over. At the last second both of his enormous legs kick out. A thunderous drop kick that would probably dis lodge a building from its foundations.
COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Sol Badguy with Ontario Drop.
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Sol Badguy 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Abigail
Sol emerges from the conflagration in a football tackle, having thrown himself bodily into the behemoth. When the flames start to subside, Abigail smashes through them, dropping like a building against Sol. The Immoral Flame's headband makes a metallic click as some sort of mechanism unlocks, power flowing through him anew. He tries to guard, but Abigail catches him dead in the chest, knocking the wind right out of his lungs as he sends him tumbling back out of the disappearing firestorm.
Sol lands on his back and slides across the pavement like he was thrown from an auto accident until he digs his fingers into he road enough to bring himself to a stop. He sweeps Fireseal forward and a tower of flame launches out, rippling across the ground in a wave aimed at Abigail.
But even as it does, Sol drops back on his one knee with a steady shake of his head. His free hand goes to his face, rubbing sweat from his face as he gropes around for his headband, pushing whatever that was that released back into place with a click...and a grunt. He does not get back on to his feet this time.
COMBATSYS: Abigail fails to interrupt Gun Flame from Sol Badguy with Abi Lift.
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COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.
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There was a wee chance he could pull this off. He might be bruised, battered and, especially, burnt..but Abigail has faced such monsters before..and he's actually quite abit of a monster himself, or so he's been told
And ass uch when he sees the flame busting towards him..he tries to lunge forward into it with a swing - intending on pushing through the onslaught.. and it's just not enough. To slow and to worn to make it through, the flame explodes into him with another blast of fire that launches him up and then backwards, rolling into the ground and landing into a huge crater shaped like his body. He groans, trying to push himself up by his elbows and then just falling back again. At least the dirt is cool.
Taking heavy breaths, Sol slowly gets his bearings enough to get back on his feet. Bruises start mending themselves. Cuts start closing up. Whatever the man is, it's clear he's not entirely a human. Monster might be a good descriptor.
He actually uses Fireseal as a crutch to get to his feet, and staggers for a moment before trundling over toward the crater.
"...hey," he calls down into the hole. "Abigail, right? Consider me impressed." Sol almost falls over again, but he seems to be getting a second wind now. "Good luck with your barrel turkeys." A pause. "Sorry 'bout the mess."
And he turns to walk off. As he passes a bucket, however, Sol digs through his pocket and dumps a handful of cash--surprisingly large bills--into the container. He doesn't say anything about it.
COMBATSYS: Sol Badguy has ended the fight here.
Log created on 15:40:45 12/17/2018 by Sol Badguy, and last modified on 00:31:55 12/18/2018.