Match of the Millennium

Description: A fetid Abattoir dripping with the still-fresh blood of past bouts hosts a dutiful butler, an Air Force ace, and half a dozen of the world's richest men and women, here to partake of forbidden delights from the safety of an observation room behind kombat-proof glass.

[GUILE]
When the tournament was announced, Guile smelled trouble. A mysterious hostess, fabulous prizes, and loads of supernatural hoo-doo led the Air Force ace to immediately stick his nose into it, expecting the worst.

His initial match with Jin had been a heavy loss, but at least he'd managed to walk away from it even without whatever "magic bullshit" (his words) the host was promising for those who met an unfortunate end in their match. He wasn't too keen to find out, but fortunately, bad attitude aside, the "Hero of Ikaruga" let him walk away from Louisiana without anything a little TLC from Air Force medical couldn't fix.

But this match had a different kind of smell. The faint murmur of the super elite spectators waiting for blood makes Guile's skin crawl as he walks into the arena area, the heavy, reinforced glass shadowed to prevent anyone from being TOO visible, and the soundproofing made it a bit hard to recognize anyone in particular. Even so, Guile knew they were there, and he'd love to get a copy of that guest list into the hands of INTERPOL or the FBI. That would have to wait though.

The soldier rolls his arm in the socket, stretching out his shoulders as his combat boots thumb heavily against solid floor of the stage. He pops his neck, left, then right, before dropping into a high guarded stance with his fists raised.

"Let's see what trouble they're sending my way this time."

[HEIN]
Where the millitary man smelled trouble, Hein smelled opportunity. An opportunity to become more then merely Geese's Servant. Hein keeps his ambitions close to his chest, not to be exposed to those around him. As such, the pretense of being here on Geese's interests is one that suits him very well.

Yet, in his debut, he was humiliated.

Faced with the very real fear of losing his life, Hein chose self-preservation over his pride, at the time yet unaware of the Revenant Queen's ressurection post-death, the butler surrendered.

He was most interested in reclaiming his pride, as such. And footsteps rang across the white-tiled floor as he stepped in open view. He walked with measured steps, looking as dignifed as always. Taking in the metallic smell of the abattoir, the fluorescent white lights illuminating his calm, yet sinister expression, as well as the pale walls and floors. He didn't much mind the muttering, as the butler stared deep into his opponent's eyes. "The millitary man.. if I'm not mistaken. Quite a formidable opponent, allegedly- Yet, you feel strangely.. ordinary to what I faced before this." Hein muses, tapping the thin rim of his glasses. "Perhaps a show of the Queen's mercy."

He took his own prepared stance, hgh and straight, with his leading hand hovering open just in front of him. The other, in front of his collar with the fingers spread. "It seems it is our duty to provide these fine people with an adaquete show. They no doubt expect quite the brutal display, wouldn't you agree?"

[GUILE]
"I'm not interested in entertaining some fatcats looking for bloodsport," Guile cuts in. "If they want a good match they're welcome to it, but something tells me this event draws a different kind of crowd."

The officer keeps stonefaced as he watches Hein's arrival, narrowing his eyes slightly as they follow the butler's movement, sizing him up.

"Seems my reputation proceeds me. Not sure I've much about you other than the Howard Connection." His brow furrows. He doesn't speak further, with Geese's more dubious ties being carefully buried.

"Let's get to it."

The pilot moves in, dropping into a crouch as he throws a kick toward the other man's shins. Even as he does, he springs back up, aiming to capitalize the opening. Guile's opposite arm comes down from above in a punch, pushing at an angle for a crushing blow like a piston firing.

COMBATSYS: Guile has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Hein has joined the fight here.

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Guile            0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0             Hein

COMBATSYS: Hein blocks Guile's Drake Fang.

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Guile            0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0             Hein

[HEIN]
The butler smirks. "You are quite right, yet our conclusions are rather different." To guile's assesment of the clientele. "I did not come here for a discusson of morality, however.

Just as Guile eyes him, Hein does the same- with an intense, concentrated gaze. "Splendid plan." Hein responded, watching the pilot duck close- The butler took a step back, circling down his arm while dropping his body to intercept the legkick- With the second blow coming overhead, Hein somewhat has scramble to manage a block with his other forearm, wincing in pain by the crushing punch. In tandem, Hein leaps to raise his front leg above his head. A deceptively swift axe kick dropping down toward Guile. The butler makes sure to put his weight behind is leg, his heel carrying as much force as he could muster.

COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Hein's Blunder.

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Guile            0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1             Hein

[GUILE]
"Hmph." It's less a word than an expression of mood as Hein answers---and Guile quickly finds the butler's guard to be deceptively tight. The pilot draws back with a lunging step, moving into a more defensive posture. His arms raise, his guard tightens, and the heel slams down against Guile's forearm as the soldier holds steady, sinking into a crouch to soften the impact.

But even as he does, the wind whips around him, his aura shimmering lightly as he gathers power with a golden glow. The blond suddenly snaps both arms forward, hooking each through the air from opposite directions, and then throws forward a whirling, blade-like circle of intersecting chi projectiles.

COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Hein with Sonic Boom.

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Guile            0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1             Hein

[HEIN]
His heel buried againt Guile's arm, Hein feels the air whipping around as it makes his coattails ripple- Gravity has him falling down right when Guile releases his energy. With no steady foothold, the butler has to attempt kicking away off of the American, but his attempt is futile- The whirling ripple of chi catching him straight in his midriff. It bends his back away as he's stuck in it's vaccuum, before violently dissipating with explosive pushback.

The muttering intensifies, sounds pleased, even, as the butler tucks into the best fall he can manage, skeeing across the smooth tiled floor before finally managing to prop himself up fully. A trickle of blood runs from his thin lips, as he glares toward Guile. He steadies his breathing, his heavy energy travelling through the large bruise over his body, easing the pain. "Certainly a technique that lives up to it's reputation.."

"Though it will do little to stop me, I assure you."

COMBATSYS: Hein enters a meditative state.

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Guile            0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1             Hein

[GUILE]
"I'd expect nothing less from anyone competing here," Guile says, his mouth curling into a slight smirk. He clenches his fists against, keeping an eye on the other man as his position changes and he focuses his energy. The flat-topped blond shifts his own focus, taking deep breath. His concentration doesn't seem to have waver, nor does his determination as he moves in a sidestep, strafing as he looks to close the gap with the butler. The whole movement feels a bit more like a boxer, though Guile certainly doesn't act quite like one otherwise.

And then, suddenly, the soldier dashes in. He goes low with another ducking kick, testing Hein's guard as tries to sweep the leg. As the blow looks to create an opening, Guile is back on his feet, throwing a strong hook this time with his left. From it, he doubles back, riding the momentum of the punch to turn around into a spinning back fist, whipping his other arm around to try and smash it against the dark-haired man's head!

COMBATSYS: Guile dazes Hein with Bullet Revolver EX!

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Guile            0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1             Hein

[HEIN]
His words seemed bolder then his actions.

Hein stood cautiously, waiting for an attack for him to evade and punish. But the soldier's relatively bulky frame did not indicate any lack of speed- Hein's leg being kicked out from under him before he could react in any meaningful away. Unbalanced, and threatening to topple, the Butler's face was met with that powerful hook, before he was quite literally spun around with the devastating force of Guile's backfist.

And as his body spun, so did his mind.

His vision clouded, glasses shattered, and mind trying to make sense of what up and down, he tries to stumble up to his feet, but only manages a knee. Locating the pilot's rough direction he forcefully swung up his arm with an upward backfist of his own, lacking a lot of the refinement that was usually common with his techniques.

COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Fierce Punch from Hein with Sonic Blade.

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Guile            0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1             Hein

[GUILE]
There's a certain practiced, almost machine-like rhythm to Guile's movement as he delivers the backfist and then a backstep, widening the gap slightly to give himself room to think and react. It's a bit like watching someone go through drills, carefully practiced combinations that have been honed through steady, frequent repetition. Even so, there's something else to it.

It's a bit like a muscle car revving at a red light, or a horse on the edge of breaking from its reins. Perhaps there's a certain impulse, a drive to dive into things headlong underneath the surface. Guile lacks the cool head of his mentor, but he seems to be reeling himself in well enough.

But that impulse comes out when Hein throws the uncharacteristically wide punch. Guile grits his teeth, assesses the situation, and goes in.

The backfist impacts with the blond man's shoulder, not quite reaching his face but this too seems to be tactical. He uses the proximity to get in, his chi flaring again as he brings his arms in an arc like that of the earlier Sonic Boom. This time, however, fists meet in the middle and the energy erupts into a spinning, stationary buzzsaw of chi planted right in the path of Hein's advance, aimed to clash with the butler and push him back once again.

"I can do this all day," Guile says, but it is winded. Perhaps he's covering up something.

[HEIN]
Lashing out was foolish.

The rythm of the fight was entirely under control of the pilot. A smooth, trained transiton from strike to strike that's snuffing out all of Hein's attempts to find his grip on the battle.

That theme continued when the Buzzsaw of energy Guile placed in their way collides with Hein's chest- Tearing through his absent defence, the sharp energy rips into his skin, before collapsing while blowing the butler back- The german man clutches his chest in pain, gnashing his teeth as he can't control the expression of fury and frustration spreading over his features.

"Millitary Dog!"

Hein shouts. The muttering of the silhouettes intensifies, though it's hard to make out what their read on the battle is. He shifts his arm to hover over his shoulder, before it begins to swirl with a dark red energy, a subtle rumbling disturbing the air around it. He swipes it diagonally downward, releasing the energy as it travels over the tiled floor- Expanding into well of downward force below Guile! It would try to trap him in, to push him down as an increase in gravity weighs strongly onto the pilot's body.

COMBATSYS: Guile endures Hein's Rook.

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Guile            0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1             Hein

[GUILE]
In that moment, it's unclear whether Guile's brashness breaks through his composure or if the man has a strategic goal in mind. The energy swirls, dark red and heavy until it hits critical mass and DRAGS Guile toward the ground. Every ounce of his being feels like it weighs a pound. It's like suddenly feeling an overbearing, crushing weight upon his shoulders as his muscles strain and his bones creak.

And yet, Guile is closing in in a low rush when the weight crashes upon his head. It pushes him toward the ground, almost unbearably heavy as the floor cracks beneath the strain and, even after the sudden push, it makes it hard to move.

But Guile is close now. Close, and that whipping, cyclone-like power is gathering again as it shifts becomes visible and then gains a yellow sheen.

Whipping, tornado like bands of power wrap around Guile's fists as he lashes out with a flurry of blows, aiming to create an opening. After the volley of punches, he drops low and then kicks off, flipping backwards into a somersault from which his aura rips out from his soles to in one, two, three blades of Flash Kicks.

COMBATSYS: Hein interrupts Knife Edge EX from Guile with King.

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[HEIN]
"Why don't you kiss the ground at my boots, 'Major'?"

The pilot looks as if he's hurting, but pushes past the many pounds of weight weighing him down. The butler frowns, worriedly watching as Guile doesn't let up, while channelling more of his energy into the well of gravity- Yet still, the soldier's first punch flies his way.

It grazed him along the nose as he stepped back, the weight on Guile fading as he was attempting to slam the butler with Chi-laced strikes. Hein began to build his energy once more- Continuing to back away, only managing to narrowly escape each time as the soldier's knuckles painfully scraped by his ribs and shoulders, the glowing tornado's tearing at his clothes.

Though in the slightest break between Guile's flurry and attempted kicks, the air around them was sucked toward Geese's servant in an instant. He held his arms crossed over his head, and at their point of crossing, a Dark-Red core of energy collapsed, before expanding on an instant when the butler swung his arms out, posing wide as a sphere of pure, heavy force battered powerfully into Guile. It would feel almost solid as it washed over him, repulsing him outward at a great speed!

[GUILE]
The battle becomes a chase as Hein remains one step above each blow from the Major, who fails to sink a solid hit time and time again. When Guile shifts offenses, going low for the Flash Kick, the pressure suddenly changes. He's much lighter, and that disrupts his momentum like someone a truck suddenly unhitched from its trailer and fishtailing across the highway.

No, instead there's a sudden shift in pressure, a sudden disruption, and then Hein concentrates his pwoer and delivers a massive, powerful sphere of force upon his head. Guile is inverted, and the blast slams down on him, knocking him hard onto his shoulders and then uncomfortably folding him over himself to plant him face first on the ground. He writhes and tries to gain enough footing to rise again, but it's a struggle. He finally lashes out with a swift, sweeping kick, trying to buy himself some time to regain the lost ground.

"Saving myself for someone else, sweetheart," Guile says, his breath heavy and strained from the exertion.

COMBATSYS: Hein interrupts Medium Kick from Guile with Bayonet.

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Guile            0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1             Hein

[HEIN]
A wry smile creeps over Hein's thin lips as he sees the soldier blasting backward. "Excellent." He comments, pulling his tuxedo straight while pacing forward, wishing to continue his counter-assault. With Guile's sweep, he spins forward in tandem- But the pilot's leg still slams against his side.

And it -hurts-

Much more then he had anticipated. "Gah!" Groaning, he puts his arms together- Crossing them before thrusting them forward with his palms forward. His hands, as well as his forearms, would slam into Guile's chest with a comparable amount of force.

[GUILE]
The palms slam into the major's chest, knocking the wind right out of Guile and sending him soaring backward across the arena. He can still hear the faint murmurings of the audience behind the facade, but he tunes it out. The soldier rises up, wipes blood and spittle from his mouth with the back of his fist, and resumes his fighting stance.

Steeling himself again, Guile gathers power, extending his arms to the sides and gathering power. Wind whips and ripples along his arms, concentrating around both before the soldier hooks both forward so that the erupt into what looks like a Sonic Boom---only to explode into a whipping whirlwind of force all around him in a circle that threatens to drag Hein into a storm of cuts and blows.

COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Hein with Sonic Hurricane.

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[HEIN]
Whether Hein really took an advantage in their last interaction is doubtful, obvious by his stunted stance and gripped side. Guile recovered quickly, and was once again on top of him with his arms gathering energy- Hein felt to evade, a feeble attempt at side-stepping the incoming rip and tear of the Pilot's hurricane, but felt himself be sucked into it's center- His body was thrashed around, and parts of his skin torn open.

When it finally did dissapate, he stood, but only barely. He had to catch himself on his palm- An opprtunity he used to channel his chi through the ground, another well of gravity beginning to form below Guile. It was brief, aimed more at unbalancing then trapping. As his final gambit, he launched himself forward with his back leg, pushing himself off the ground with a burst of energy. Soaring toward the Pilot, he pulled his arm back, then slammed a palm toward Guile's face!

COMBATSYS: Hein can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Hein's Castling.

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[GUILE]
As Hein closes the gap, Guile steps back on his heel, raising his arm in defiance and catching the palm against the flat of his forearm. It's a heavy, meaty blow--but the soldier stands firm, stepping into it to soften the blow before pushing the other man back and away from him and possibly to the ground. Staggering, Guile droops, breathing heavily before pulling back into a defensive stance. When Hein doesn't immediately rise up to go ahead, Guile relaxes...slightly.

"Not bad," the soldier says, "but we're done here." He steps toward Hein, his eyes moving toward the spectator area. He sniffs the air, turns away, and walks toward the exit, depriving them of their brutal entertainment and leaving Hein for whatever passes as medical support for the arena.

COMBATSYS: Guile takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Guile has ended the fight here.

Log created on 13:10:41 08/01/2022 by Hein, and last modified on 08:32:37 08/08/2022.