Kain - Stakes
[Toggle Names]Description: In the aftermath of his meeting with Kain, Okuno finds himself in a struggle that only grows more and more uphill, and casts in stark relief the stakes of the prestige he seeks, and the world in which he seeks it... as well as a further message regarding the nature and application of power. (Minion Emits by Kain)
COMBATSYS: Okuno has started a fight here.
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[KAIN]
On his egress from Kain's VIP table, Okuno would find himself intercepted by the same hostess as before. This time, rather than the main entrance, he would be politely invited to utilize a reinforced door quietly guarded near the side and rear of the building. Should he refuse, he would not be restrained-- but this might be a rather boring encounter, until and unless Kain made good on his threat.
Should Okuno accompany his courteous companion, he would be led to a well-lit side alley marked out in chalk and tape and barricaded from view of wanderers on either bordering street by high fencing. Numerous hoodlums, martial artists, and spectators gather, shouting bets and making arrangements for the night's bouts. Okuno, it seems, is expected. He's waved over rather impatiently by a middle-aged, balding man smoking a large cigar and noting financials and odds in a seemingly byzantine array of numbers on a small notepad.
"You're our special boy tonight, huh kid?" The man seems to be abrasive for abrasive's sake-- or maybe it's just loathing at first sight in the enforcer's case. "We got something special for you, Princess. See if you really got it; whenever you're fuckin' ready." The ring has been quiet too long; it costs money. But some men's whims are difficult to defy.
[OKUNO]
Okuno already has an inkling of what's up when he steps outside; even before that. He figured Kain would want to see what he's made of before he got out of this. The Yakuza walks with his face steeled in preparation, pausing to listen to the cigar chomper. "Yeah, I'm your main event. After this, I'm gonna go home and screw your wife, too," he growls in reply, whether or not the ringleader is, in fact, married. But this is how Okuno rolls.
He steps in the center of it all, rolling his neck. "ALRIGHT!" he yells. "WHICH OF YOU PUSSIES IS GONNA TAKE A SWING? HUH? COME AT ME IF YOU WANNA DIE!"
[KAIN]
The organizer just snorts; it'll take more than that to rouse him, among this lot. Or maybe he'll just take his piece later-- appearances can be deceiving. Case in point, the overtly, overly buff Japanese man with the long, spikey hair with blonde-frosted tips who steps out as if on cue. Which, let's be honest... it was almost definitely his cue. The man is another man on the lower rungs of the Syndicate... like Okuno. He's part of another crew, but again, who's isn't really important (until it is).
He's given Okuno the stink-eye before, and now, he rushes into the circle and whips a bent crowbar through the air threateningly as he lunges for the ex-Yakuza. "Gonna take a FUCKTON!!" The man, who seems to be hopped up on something, bellows, veins bulging.
"Bleed your SKULL on this alleyway!" The large brute takes his first steps towards making good on that, launching a heavy, overhand swing with that weapon before seeking to grab Okuno by his shirt and blast a knee into one kidney with a secondary, wordless bellow. "You ain't shit!!" Clearly, this fellow considers -himself- the proverbial 'shit'.
COMBATSYS: Enforcer has joined the fight here.
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Enforcer 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Okuno
COMBATSYS: Okuno blocks Enforcer's Crude Rude Combo.
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Enforcer 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Okuno
[OKUNO]
Okuno glares at the other Syndicate thug that approaches. As a man who has spent his life fighting those way bigger than he, even if he loses badly in the process, he isn't fazed by the meathead that decides he wants to step up. He crosses his arms and blocks the overhand swing, the crowbar smacking against his flesh. He grunts, then twists his body to avoid the kidney blow - though the knee still socks him in the stomach, causing him to gasp as the breath flies out of him. "Kisama..." he hisses.
Okuno then adopts his stance: both fists raised, with one leg slightly bent at the knee, the telltale sign of a kickboxer. He starts to circle the thug, looking for an opening. He suddenly lashes out with a quick kick to the gut to make him double over, then lifts his right knee and drops his right elbow to smash the thug's head between both.
COMBATSYS: Okuno successfully hits Enforcer with Phoenix Catch.
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Enforcer 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Okuno
[KAIN]
The large fellow doesn't lift his guard quite as swiftly as Okuno manages-- and he takes the kick to the midsection full-on as a result. Doubled over, his skull is set ringing, and the other enforcer staggers backwards a moment as if he might suddenly topple.
Despite the clear peel of the metaphorical bell, the ex-Yakuza finds his opponent swift on retaliation, spitting blood to the side as he brings that forcible distorted crowbar down for Okuno's punishing knee, looking to counter its impact on the fight via further violence. It's a savage swing, only compounded by the sudden followup, a backhand meant to bring the metal breadth across the ideally
knelt kickboxer's face. "You ain't SHIT pretty boy!!" It's a bold claim, just this instant.
COMBATSYS: Okuno blocks Enforcer's Knee-Cappin' EX.
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Enforcer 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Okuno
[OKUNO]
Okuno twists his leg to absorb the crowbar's impact on a less vulnerable side, feeling the shock of the impact up his leg. "Gaaah!" He grits his teeth, steeling himself for the followup, raising an arm to block the crowbar from hitting his face. His arm aches from the repeated impacts, but he keeps going. "What kinda bitch uses a weapon anyway? Man the hell up and use your fists!" he yells back, vein throbbing in his forehead.
He moves to put the thug in a clinch hold, with both arms around his neck. He then lifts one arm to elbow him repeatedly in the face, before he tosses him to the ground, hard, over his shoulder. "YAAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Okuno successfully hits Enforcer with Violent Elbow.
- Power hit! -
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Enforcer 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Okuno
[KAIN]
Once more, the larger brawler can't keep Okuno off of him. Clinched, hammered, and hurled, the big fellow careens through the air and skids into a roll towards the edge of the circular arena, drawing deep, ragged, raging breaths as he plucks himself back up. "Hahaha. Not playing that game, bitch. You're getting put through the paces, not calling the shots." Actions speak louder than words.
In this case, the thug called Johnny pulls a nine from his leather jacket and levels it on Okuno as those gathered beyond part in semi-frantic waves. Then, the large, angry man fires. Again, and again, and again, and then one more time. There's no sense of ammo conservation to the sudden onslaught, intent on peppering the other fighter with punishing rounds high and low.
COMBATSYS: Enforcer successfully hits Okuno with OH DEAR LORD A GAT.
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Enforcer 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Okuno
[OKUNO]
Okuno gets even angrier judging by his expression at Johnny's rebuttal. This doesn't fade even as his opponent pulls a piece on him. Okuno strides towards the thug, even as a few bullets slam into his body, causing blood to spray from the wounds. "Aaaargh!" His step falters as he falls to a knee, eyes bulging and blood staining his favorite suit, as well as trickling out of his mouth. Yet, his fighting spirit makes him stand back up and continue to advance, fixing a murderous gaze on Johnny.
He has no words this time. Only a primal yell of rage as he leaps to perform a superman punch right upside the man's head to send him to the floor.
COMBATSYS: Enforcer fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Okuno with I've Got a Freaking Crowbar.
- Power fail! -
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Enforcer 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Okuno
[KAIN]
It all happens in a scant handful of instants: Okuno takes several painful rounds, leaps into the air, and Johnny flexes one meaty arm, readying his crowbar... then his face erupts in a spray of blood and distorting flesh, hammered into a skid against the unforgiving alleyway, the bloodspatter coloring the chalk outline of their makeshift arena. The 'custom' crowbar goes skittering loudly across the pavement, sliding to a screeching metallic stop a sizeable span away-- particularly if one is knelt, and battered, and bleeding. Which the titanic enforcer -certainly- is.
"This-- this is horseshit!!" Johnny objects weakly, breathlessly; but he's not entirely wrong. Okuno has an impressive, even unprecedented run of dominance against his first opponent of the evening: any number of deadly moments could have gone the other ganger's way. But they didn't, and now he's staggered, perhaps even at Okuno's mercy-- assuming the fight is as over as many in the crowd seem to think it is, already jostling for winnings, courtesy of the ire-fueled Yakuza.
[OKUNO]
Okuno pants heavily after knocking the stuffing out of the ganger. His bullet wounds bleed and stain his shirt, but some power within blossoms, his posture straightening as his breathing stabilizes and his energy seems to come back to him quickly. He walks right up to Johnny to look down on him. "You little pissant. Should've known better than to fuck with a Yakuza! DIE!"
Okuno immediately rushes in with three hard elbow strikes to Johnny's face and chest, ending with a double elbow slam to either side of his head. He follows this up with an uppercut to send him skyward. As Johnny comes down, Okuno thrusts his head upwards to smash into the small of the thug's back as he comes down.
COMBATSYS: Okuno successfully hits Enforcer with Rise From The Ashes.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Enforcer 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Okuno
[KAIN]
The sound of bone against flesh sounds with a wrenching series of crushes as Johnny is battered back and driven airborne, then -soundly- slammed into the pavement as he descends, where the large enforcer lies rather still, his last protests little more than a weak, struggling gurgle. Several of the attending fighters cross into the arena to drag him out, and the organizer snorts somewhat derisive laughter in a cloud of acrid cigar smoke.
"Alright kid. You passed phase one-- a pissant motherfucker just like you." A gesture prompts a lithe brunette man with an -exceptional- moustache to step into the circle, upnodding to Okuno. "My name is Jean." The frenchman offers politely. "It looks like it falls to me to finish you off; a pleasure." The stance the newest fighter adopts would be immediately familar-- a fellow kickboxer.
COMBATSYS: Jean has joined the fight here.
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Enforcer 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Okuno
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COMBATSYS: Enforcer takes no action.
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Okuno 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jean
COMBATSYS: Enforcer can no longer fight.
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Okuno 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jean
COMBATSYS: Okuno awaits the next challenger.
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Okuno 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jean
[OKUNO]
Okuno spits on the ground after Johnny falls. "Kisama..." he growls. Then he glances to the fight organizer. "Keep mouthin' me off and you'll be next," he grunts, grinding his teeth. His ire is directed towards the frenchman that appears. Okuno frowns, and assumes his own kickboxing stance. "Huh. Guess you know what you're doing, eh? Well...come at me! I'm gonna rip off that moustache and make you eat it!"
[KAIN]
The lithe warrior lets out a drolly unimpressed, "Of course." And then does as he is bidden; as he stepped forward to do. Okuno's last fight was impressive on its own-- but he's clearly expected to follow it up. And in this crowd? Who knows just how long. The older fight organizer just smirks, either unworried at the threat or doing a rather decent job faking it.
For Jean's part, the kickboxer doesn't seem to rouse to overt anger-- unless one counts the sudden, lunging rush that carries his agile frame, and then one resilient arm forward in a sudden sweep with force enough to drop the other fighter off his feet. It's a passing clothesline, meant to keep the Frenchman on the move, ready to continue the swift onslaught.
COMBATSYS: Okuno blocks Jean's Bolo Punch.
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Okuno 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Jean
[OKUNO]
Okuno raises his arms just as Jean's clothesline attempt connects. Okuno remains on his feet, but the blow does stagger him, feeling the impact through his guard and grunting. He retaliates quickly, throwing out a swift roundhouse kick to the other kickboxer's side. Sweat pours down Okuno's face, and he briefly considers ditching his jacket. But no, not yet. The bullet wounds still ache, but his furious energy drives him onward.
COMBATSYS: Jean dodges Okuno's Medium Kick.
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Okuno 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Jean
[KAIN]
As swiftly as Jean lunges in, the other fighter weaves away. He sucks in his gut, tightens his musculature, and leaps clear a short but effective span as Okuno's kick reaves the space the Frenchman had previously occupied. "Still some fight in you; good."
Jean had anticipated it-- and the sportsman welcomes it. He's here for competition, not Syndicate jostling for position or proof of promise. The fight is all. He wheels around on one anchoring ankle to hurl the other about in a swift rotation, seeking to clip his adversary's jaw with that effective lever-blow, emitting a grunting huff in kiai.
COMBATSYS: Jean successfully hits Okuno with Evasive Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Okuno 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Jean
[OKUNO]
The difference in skill between his opponents is now becoming readily apparent to Okuno; he is unprepared for the quick maneuevers of an opponent of a similar style, and possibly equal skill. He is slow to react to the spinning kick, resulting in Jean's foot slamming into his jaw and sending him downwards to the side, spit flying from his mouth from the blow as he hits the ground, hard. "Ungh..." he groans, momentarily dazed from the force of the blow. One of his gold teeth is now resting on the ground, knocked loose from his mouth. He stares in disbelief; those teeth are expensive. He reaches out and pockets it.
He rises, coughing, blood trickling from his swelling jaw as he affixes his angry gaze on the frenchman. He has no words this time; he only roars as he comes at Jean with a headbutt from the side to the temple. He follows this with another side headbutt, then a headbutt with his head rising to hit Jean in the chin, finishing with a fourth direct headbutt to knock him on the ground.
COMBATSYS: Jean blocks Okuno's Gatling Headbutt.
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Okuno 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Jean
[KAIN]
The Frenchman is certainly a departure from the brute force initially offered against Okuno-- likely entirely an intended contrast. It could get worse, but then... there's always the drive to fight on, to achieve greater glory, regardless of pain or threat to oneself, isn't there? At least, that determination is most assuredly the impression the Yakuza puts forward. Ambition can be a two-edged sword, though.
The headbutts are at first met in kind, hard skull to hard skull, a ringing impact Jean cannot fully control-- but admirably deflects the worst of. His arm rises to prevent him from being driven groundward, and he deflects the final forceful impacts on formidable forearms. The Frenchman smiles grimly, and side-steps suddenly, closing the distance once more and seeking to clinch and unbalance Okuno with a quick grab, shove, and sweep, intent on abruptly taking the ex-Yakuza's feet violently out from beneath him.
COMBATSYS: Okuno interrupts Clinch Toss from Jean with Phoenix Flight.
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Okuno 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Jean
[OKUNO]
The Yakuza's instincts, however, suddenly take over as Jean moves for the clinch. As soon as the Frenchman's arms reach out, Okuno ducks and thrusts upwards with another headbutt...but this time is different. His head seems to erupt in a fiery aura that propels him like a rocket straight into Jean's jaw. They both go skyward for a brief moment before coming back down, Okuno in a crouch as he rises. "Come on! You better bring your A game with me!" he yells.
[KAIN]
In a spatter of blood and a profound, cracking impact, Jean sails skyward and crashes to his back a short span from Okuno. The Frenchman kicks into a roll, and then somersaults back to his feet. Rather than answer the Yakuza in repartee, the lithe kickboxer erupts into motion, crossing that careened distance in the flicker of an eye.
He once more anchors himself on one steady foot while executing a graceful pirouette, culminating in a still graceful, but ardently brutal descending heel that axes for Okuno's temple, intent on punishing the Japanese warrior in turn, Jean's features set and intense, his moustache all business.
COMBATSYS: Jean successfully hits Okuno with Heel Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Okuno 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Jean
[OKUNO]
Okuno once again tries to block, but the kickboxer is much faster; he can hardly register the kick coming at him until it smacks into his head. The world explodes in pain and blurred vision; Okuno hits the ground like a rock, letting out a slight moan while lying there limply. His eyes flutter and the world comes back to him. Gritting his teeth, he gets back up, though shakily, a cut from the kick causing blood to trickle down the side of his head. "Bastard...BASTAAARD!"
Okuno screams again as he charges Jean, delivering a hard megaton punch directly to the chest. He then moves to grab Jean in a clinch, slamming his elbow twice upside the kickboxer's head, then throwing him over his shoulder and onto the ground.
COMBATSYS: Okuno blitzes into action and acts again!
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Okuno 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Jean
COMBATSYS: Okuno successfully hits Jean with Fierce Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Okuno 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Jean
COMBATSYS: Jean interrupts Violent Elbow from Okuno with Volatile Assault.
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Okuno 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Jean
[KAIN]
For a moment, it looks like Okuno has this opponent's number, suddenly, as well: his charging punch sends Jean reeling, ribcage visibly dislocating in a spine-jarring stagger that almost costs the kickboxer his feet in those first, brutal moments. Then, the Yakuza cracks him twice in the skull, leverages him upwards... and one of the Frenchman's knees rises first, crashing into Okuno's solar plexus in turn and hammering the Japanese kickboxer back.
Jean follows it up with an abrupt twist, slamming his elbow into Okuno's face, and concludes with a reversing sweep, intent on severing his ankles' relationship with the asphalt. "My mother-- was a SAINT!" Jean insists, his moustache twitching, his fighting prowess and determination undeterred by the blood and danger. It truly is an odd mirror match for the Yakuza. With a funhouse twist.
[OKUNO]
Something cracks as Jean's knee meets Okuno's middle, causing him to wheeze with his eyes bulging out briefly. The elbow knocks his head to the side, and the sweep completes the trio, sending the Yakuza sprawling with his face smacking against the concrete. He takes a few more wheezing breaths, then a long, loud groan as he forces himself to his knees. "Aaaaaaauuuugh!" His teeth gritted, eyes wide, he forces himself to stand.
He looks at Jean with the veins of his head bulging. "Eyyaaaaah!" He rushes the man, extending his leg as he performs a spinning back kick to the shoulder. He follows this with a series of punches to overwhelm the kickboxer, finishing with a leaping superman punch to the head, much like he tried earlier with Johnny. Okuno is pushing himself, rapidly burning up his body's energy with single minded fury, gambling everything on an all out assault.
COMBATSYS: Okuno successfully hits Jean with Phoenix Beatdown.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Okuno 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Jean
[KAIN]
One brutal turnabout deserves another, and Okuno provides it in style. His onslaught does indeed overwhelm the French kickboxer's defenses, hammering him back and pummeling consciousness from his bruised and battered features and form by the time Jean is hammered into the asphalt, adding his own spatter to the paintjob already well underway throughout the bout.
Jean's dragged clear in a bit of a streak, without the pomp of more official, televised events, and the organizer steps up to the arena border, ostensibly to eye Okuno for injury. "You done yet tough guy?" The organizer asks in a low voice, as another round of bets pays out behind him, far fewer of the crowd happy to see Okuno progress this second time. "Of course you are."
Then, louder, "He's fine, boys. Give the masochistic little shit what he's here for." The cigar-chomping fellow doesn't even wait for Okuno to answer. Three men step to the fore of the crowd wordlessly, placidly, each dressed in a matching, black three-piece suit with near-identically close-cropped hair and mirrored shades obscuring their eyes. The only obvious difference between the pristinely pressed Japanese men approaching is their height and build, as one is substantially shorter, and one substantially burlier than the others.
COMBATSYS: Okuno awaits the next challenger.
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Okuno 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Jean
COMBATSYS: Jean takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Jean can no longer fight.
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Okuno 0/-------/----===|
[OKUNO]
Okuno spits up more blood, then wipes the back of his hand across his mouth as three more step up. "I'm just getting started!" he yells to the crowd. "I'll kill anyone in my way! Bring a goddamn army!" He looks to the professional looking goons before him, and his angry grimace twitches in hesitation and worry; but fear only fuels bravado.
He resumes his stance, slower this time, the wounds building up. "Come on. COME ON. HIT ME. HIT ME RIGHT THE HELL NOW!" he screams at the top of his lungs.
[KAIN]
Each of the men strides out to equidistant points around the arena, surrounding Okuno in smooth, short order. Whichever he goes for, he leaves his flanks open. The suited men, on the other hand, are patient; unmoved by his urgent demands, the Yakuza's burning blood. They adjust already pristine ties, they shoot already elegant cuffs. They consider their quarry calmly, intently-- dangerously.
Nothing Okuno's faced this evening is anything on the level of these men; perhaps of even /one/ of these men, much less so honed to work together as a team... and the kickboxer is hardly at his heartiest, just now. Death does not wait for one to be ready. This is, it seems, what he is here for-- perhaps Heinlein means to have him rubbed out in a fight Okuno himself demands continue? There may be cause for fear, regardless.
COMBATSYS: Elite Hitsquad has joined the fight here.
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Okuno
COMBATSYS: Elite Hitsquad focuses on his next action.
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Okuno
[OKUNO]
Okuno is unnerved that they don't immediately attack. He bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "You wanna kill me? Huh? You wanna kill me? Fuck you!" Okuno focuses on one randomly as he charges, attempting to tackle him to the ground and start strangling him with his own two hands, teeth still gritted, face soaked with sweat.
COMBATSYS: Elite Hitsquad blocks Okuno's Phoenix Down.
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Okuno
[KAIN]
The shorter man doesn't even grunt as Okuno impacts him. With practiced instinct, the operative drops to one knee, both forearms flexed together and darting between Okuno's strangling hands, slamming it asunder in the same instant the clinch is achieved. Still wordless, silent, paying no heed to Okuno's fears or accusations, the attack then comes-- not from the man before him, but from the side.
The large man careens in with a leading elbow, his knee following for a vulnerable kidney. A shove would then pass Okuno off. The Yakuza would find himself in dire straits indeed, then, as the unassuming man would seek to take him down with a brutal jab to the throat and kick to the knee, intent on bending it backwards.
Hitting the ground would provide no reprieve-- the short hitman takes his turn to seek a straddle by way of a dropping knee, before venting ample, blurring punches into the kickboxer's features... possibly well past it ceases to be necessary.
COMBATSYS: Okuno blocks Elite Hitsquad's Coordinated Krav Maga.
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Okuno
[OKUNO]
Okuno is knocked off by the strike to the kidney, leaving him with some fresh pain from all the nerves in that area. He writhes, but manages to block the throat jab with his elbow, then turns his knee to keep it bending right...but the kick still hurts a lot. He can feel another crack.
Before he knows it, the short man is on top of him, battering him with his fists. Okuno still manages to protect his face with his arms, as they take a beating. The Yakuza feels overwhelmed; this wasn't what he was expecting tonight. What the hell was Heinlein doing? With another piercing cry, he shoves the short man off, then tries to straddle the other this time, attempting to pound the man's head into the pavement to return the favor with repeated, savage punchings while yelling.
COMBATSYS: Elite Hitsquad fails to interrupt Fierce Combo from Okuno with Tandem Onslaught EX.
- Power fail! -
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Okuno
[KAIN]
Okuno's persistence is impressive-- despite the odds, despite the risk, the Yakuza presses onward. His show doing so is even more impressive. Weathering the initial storm, the kickboxer even finds his way back atop the short man, smashing his skull brutally into the asphalt over and over again. It should crush bone, it should KO the man, such is the intensity of the attack, and the fellow's alienation from his comrades in that moment.
Body hardening, defiance of the hitman's own-- that changes things, however. He, too, weathers the bloodletting storm, even as Okuno's violent strikes hold the team at bay for a lingering moment, the pair still on their feet taking up renewed, practiced places upon the Yakuza's flanks, eyes narrowing.
[OKUNO]
After feeling satisfied he has pounded the man enough, his eyes catch one of the other two near him. Growling, Okuno gets off the short one and turns to one of the taller guys. "Where you goin'? You want some too?" He runs for the man, his legs suddenly igniting with fiery chi as he pivots one leg out, performing a crescent kick with a long fire trail, then following with the other for a full wheel kick that lights up the alley.
COMBATSYS: Okuno successfully hits Elite Hitsquad with Phoenix Wings.
- Power hit! -
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Okuno
[KAIN]
Sent flying by those flaming aerial kicks, the large hitman crashes hard to the edge of the arena, crumpling around a smouldering suit. For the moment, as the short man rights himself, this leaves the unassuming man to carry the load.
Despite Okuno's berserker fury and alarming show of instinct and self-preservation, that well-dressed gentleman doesn't miss a beat, for his part. As the Yakuza lands, he'd find himself intercepted by that lunging fighter, seeking to destablize him by controlling and wrenching an arm, before faceplanting Okuno, hard, into the pavement by that pinned limb with his own brutal intensity.
COMBATSYS: Okuno blocks Elite Hitsquad's Crushing Grapple EX.
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Elite Hitsquad 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Okuno
[OKUNO]
Okuno struggles against the sudden grip of the man, thrashing like a wild animal before he's suddenly slammed into the ground hard enough to crack the concrete. Okuno's thrashing stops, and he lies there motionless. Well, finally.
COMBATSYS: Okuno takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Okuno can no longer fight.
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[KAIN]
As Okuno falls, the hitsquad regroups around him. Stoically, silently, each reaches all but in tandem for the tanto daggers concealed within their suit coats. It's then that a call comes from back amidst the onlookers. "Enough." The spectators part in an immediate wave, admitting the towering, massive mountain of muscle cloaked in darkness and masked in the visage of a horned demon to the front.
"The prideful creature is... satisfactory." This declaration forestalls any further violence against Okuno, and he's instead left to the questionable ministrations of the street fighting league as the Martyr of Might turns away from the scene and strides evenly towards the waiting limousine, his inscrutably frowning visage unmoved, speaking nothing of the event even beneath the grotesque facade.
COMBATSYS: Elite Hitsquad has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:53:44 07/05/2019 by Kain, and last modified on 00:23:39 07/11/2019.