Description: Pseudo-Free-for-all aboard a cargo ship. Mass pain ensues. (Winner: Cammy)
One hell of a difficult place to set a bunch of spectators, isn't it? The harbor's never really been the cleanest of places anyway, but at least it's safe enough during the day. People might want to watch their pockets though, lest they find their loads suddenly lightened by the burden of their wallet.
Having missed out on the chance to take part in the televised weekly matchups, Ralf has shown up fairly early! Amazing, yes. Not much, however, only about ten, fifteen minutes, time he's spent looking around at the state of the ship this match has been slated to take place on, kicking huge crates with his steel-toed boots, tugging on the water-logged netting holding them down, hopping now and then to the reassuring creak of solid wood under his feet, as opposed to the cracking sounds that could prove unnecessarily dangerous..though, a fight in the hold, full of whatever ungodly things are down there, would be interesting enough.
As long as the cargo's not snakes, anyway.
While the people have arrived to watch since long ago, cameras and temporary vendors set up already, Jones digs into his vest, pulling out the slender little flask of his out for a quick nip before slipping it back into its cozy, bulletproof home. He can't stay still, always pacing around, pulling at the nets some more, lovetapping at the boxes, just generally burning excess energy coming from his excitement. Despite the horrible, depressing, embarassing defeat at Ryu's hands in his last fight..hell, forget that, the last SNF match he was in was also against the nomadic monster, something he really doesn't care to remember if he can help it. Unfortunately, he does, and it's with that constant twinge of anxiety mixed with his emotions that he stays on the move, waiting for the others to either arrive, of if they're already there, prepare, and for the officials to say the show can start! While unfamiliar with Cammy for the most part, outside of a name, perhaps seeing her in one fight, it's Ryu he's really concerned with.
Neither particularly early, nor late, Ryu arrives moments before the fight is scheduled to begin, his pace to this part of town calm and collected, giving him plenty of time to clear his mind and draw a few deep breaths of the somewhat less-fresh than he prefers air that blows off the sea from the direction of Southtown's harbor. It's a fight setting he hasn't had much experience with, which makes it all the more interesting to the nomad... a cargo ship. The Ansatsuken master's dark eyes scan up the height of the massive vessel before he smoothly advances up the gangplank to the deck proper, to the mostly-ignored adulation of a fair portion of the gathered spectators. It's not the en masse group that one gets in the cavernous Howard Arena, and that's absolutely fine with Ryu. Exuding the standard stoic clarity that he tends to nurse before a battle, the nomad paces out onto the deck of the ship, crimson-gloved hands giving the well-earned, kanji-inscribed black belt around his waist a quick tug, securing the knot as he moves off to one side of the deck, eyes turning towards the pacing Ralf.
It's a bit surprising to see Jones again, here... the coordinators seem to love putting the two men on the same ticket, though this time, there's a rather tremendous wildcard in the mix. Another face Ryu remembers all too well from previous battles, both under Howard's auspices... and elsewhere. A slow nod is given the Ikari warrior, Ryu otherwise standing more or less in place, his weight occasionally shifting from foot to foot as he waits, calmly considering his opponents.
And for the entire time Ralf was there, so was the Zero Doll. It likely would've been easy to miss her, too. While she had arrived just seconds before Ralf... her arrival was far more discreet. Entering the cargo hold from a different direction than the men, Cammy avoids not only the crowds gathered on the docks, but -hopefully- detection by the other warriors. At least until the time came. Lurking in the shadows cast by a group of crates for the time leading up to the fight, the young girl stands stiff, and straight throughout the wait, hands held at her sides, with palms held open towards her exposed thighs. Yes... she was wearing the crowd-pleasing uniform once again.
Stepping from behind her concealment, Cammy pauses, her eyes taking in Ralf first. Ikari Warrior. Formidable Fighter. General Bad Dude. Hmm. She would have to keep a eye on him. Bowing a short, quick bow in his direction, Cammy straightens, and begins to step towards the deck proper, her brilliantly blue eyes focused on the World Warrior next. Powerful. Enigma. Important to the Cause. Somehow. A wary expression settles unto the face of the Doll as she contemplates him, before slowly settling into a defensive position, clenched fists held before her, as she attempts to keep her attention on both people at once.
This...
..was going to be interesting.
Heh. Right on time, as always. For a man that doesn't wear watches, and as far as Jones can figure, wouldn't have need of a proper clock..Ryu always seems to show up right when he needs to. ... What's up with that, anyway? Some kind of..strange homing pigeon sense, something that guides him to the fight when it's time?
"Oi, guess they haven't had enough of us beating the hell outta each other yet, huh?" comes the Ikari's first comment, his right hand lifted to his head, scritching overtop the ever-present red and green camo-esque bandana. "But 'ey.." he adds, dropping his hand down to the back of his neck, which he graces with a gentle, firm rub. "At least I won't be smashing your house this time, right? I'm, uh.. I'm still kinda sorry about that." Even if it wasn't entirely his fault. As he speaks, his gaze wanders, words still flowing as Cammy comes into view. Sneaky little thing, she is. A deep breath is allowed, finally, Ralf's chest swelling with the action, the air released in a heavy puff that does wonders to calm his nerves, truth be told. "Ryu and I, we've got one rule," he says loudly, his left index finger pointing directly at the Zero Doll. "No crotch shots! Alright? You wanna start fighting dirty, we'll both have to jump your ass."
A brief glance is tossed over toward Ryu, one corner of his mouth tugging up in a small grin after passing out promises he really has no way of keeping. But hey, running off his mouth is just one of the many ways he preps himself, right? Right.
Interesting indeed. Ryu meets the Zero Doll's gaze levelly, a similarly respectful nod passing in Cammy's direction, the gesture a near-mirror of the one offered to Ralf, though the inclination of his head is slower towards the oddest of Shadaloo's elite fighters. Or at least, the oddest one /he's/ met, for a number of reasons. Not the least of which is the girl's rather unusual situation. Ralf's words more or less seem to pass over the World Warrior, but that's hardly a surprise... Ryu is hardly the world's most talkative warrior in the moments leading up to a fight, preferring to center his own energies and take a quiet assessment of the battlefield and its inhabitants rather than showboat, or even indulge in friendly conversation. Nonetheless, the Ikari's words towards Cammy do spur a quirk of the nomad's mouth, a half-grin tugging at his face. It's a good rule, certainly not one he's going to disagree with, though his experience with all of these fighters suggests that they like to keep things old-fashioned, and efficiently upfront. He certainly won't be aiming for the south pole himself, that's for sure!
... But when the announcer kicks up the end of his little tirade with the classic cry of, "FIGHT!!!!" the World Warrior is in motion, snapping out of a half-formed ready stance and into the fray, so to speak, he sprints forward, closing the distance towards Cammy in the blink of an eye. He must like beating up on the young girls, right? More likely, he's just keenly aware of the strength and skill inhabiting that unassuming frame... to say nothing of the potent energies coursing through the Zero Doll. Ryu's lightning-quick approach culminates on his left foot, which anchors him as he twists in at Cammy, bringing his right fist down and in, the weight of his right foot stepping in behind it with a triphammer punch thrown much like a strike, but angled for the unwitting assassin's solar plexus, enough force behind the strike to suggest that the intent is to slam her right down to the deck, the blow focused by a fierce, "Hyaaaaaah!!!" Ryu's not one to skirt the issue, is he?
COMBATSYS: Ryu has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ralf has joined the fight here.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ryu
COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Ryu's Sakotsu Wari.
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The attention of the Zero Doll snaps towards Ralf, the firm and loud proclamation drawing all attention towards him. Eyes widening subtlely, Cammy tilts her head to one side, tensing her posture even further as her eyes glance down to the tip of the pointed finger, until it rises back up to Jones himself. "But..." she begins, as she straightens her neck. But her protests end there. Going for the crotch was only caused temporary distraction in a fight. There were far more lethal, and effective methods to use in a fight. Whatever thought floated through the mind of the Doll had to wait, the loud "FIGHT" bringing her attention back towards the battle itself. Well, the sight of the nomad warrior dashing towards her tended to catch a girl's attention, too.
Quick calculation was out of the question. Leaning back and snapping her crossed forearms up before herself, the Doll takes the blow on the gauntlets she favoured, the sheer -power- behind the blow driving her to one knee anyways, as the masculine muscles in her forearm tense, a hiss of pain leaving the Doll. Hurt like the devil, too. But she wasn't going to stand still. Hopefully before Ryu can dash away, Cammy kicks off of the ground with one foot, turning her back to Ryu and crossing her arms over her chest... and as she does so, her right forearm begins to flare with the blue fires of her Psycho Power. Completing her spin, Cammy lashes out that glowing forearm at the side of Ryu's head, hopefully impacting the World Warrior -hard-. But it was a fairly telegraphed move, so...
Ralf's pointing finger kind of..droops, there, both at Cammy's lack of amusing reaction and Ryu's lack of boisterous banter to suppliment his own. ..Well. With his balloon deflated, bubble bursted, et cetera, et cetera, the big lug just..drops the hand into his other, fingers curling over the glove and squeezing to the effect of a loud string of popping knuckles. He feels a bit uneasy here, being in a fight with two like people; Cammy, apparently, isn't much for words, and Ryu gets horribly stoic in a fight. It's just so...so...serious!
And so, the fight begins between the two fighters, each apparently far more immediately concerned with the person before them. The small stretch of deck between the three is still clear, framed by boxes and those pipe-things that pop out of the deck and curve, giving Bugs plenty of space to hide while bad guys come searching for him. Whatever those are called. Given the half-chance to draw a breath and watch the first attack, it's not long before Jones starts barelling in, the clomping of his boots against the deck less noticable than the yell of bravado bellowed en route. Trying to keep Ryu between Cammy and himself, he comes in from behind and a bit to the side, on the diagonal, left fist raised and pulled back before it fires out, aiming to collide with the side of the Ansatsuken prodigy's head opposite Cammy. Better hope they don't miss, right?
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Ryu with Axle Spin Knuckle.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Ryu
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Ryu with Bomb Punch.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|
Ouch. There's just no other word for it. Unable to backpedal quick enough in the face of Cammy's quick recovery, Ryu is sent realing by the backlash of Psycho Power, staggering into Ralf's sucker-punch, which cracks into the back of his head as he's knocked backwards, that momentum suddenly reversed by the second explosion of volatile energy, this one sending him right back forward, and a little to the side, the nomad dropped quite forcefully to one knee, hitting the deck with a pronounced grunt, and saving himself from utter faceplant only by grace of a tensed arm that braces him against the deck. Gritting his teeth, Ryu pushes off and twists back to a crouch, facing the other fighters as he pushes to his feet, a potent burst of blue-white chi trailing both of his hands as he pushes the wave of energy forward, the swirling mass forging nigh-instantaneously to a coherent sphere of searing bluish chi that flares madly as it's projected forth from his palms, echoed by a forceful, "Hadooouken!!!" Serious? Yes, Ryu takes his fighting very seriously... though Ralf should know by now that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it! The twin hits to his now-pounding skull are certainly a wake-up call to just how focused he needs to be, though... He's not especially surprised to become the meat to this particular sandwich, but that doesn't make it easier to deal with. Hopefully, the luminescent ball of potent inner energies swirling a path towards the Zero Doll will give him a moment to fall back into rhythm.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Cammy with Hadouken.
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Ralf 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Ryu
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Twitching herself out of the way of the flying Ryu at first, the Zero Doll then springs forward, dashing -past- Ralf before twirling around, her pigtails following the motion belatedly, the blonde ponytails threatening to curl around her. Then Cammy notices the ball of chi streaking towards her. Sliding quickly to one side... Cammy was either too late, or Ryu anticipated her dodge in that direction, the ball of chi striking the girl like a punch to the ribs, knocking her air out of her lungs as she flies backwards, to land on her side a few meters away. But while that blow hurt more, Cammy did not cringe, did not hiss, did not grimace. Instead, she immeadiatly draws herself up to her feet once again, all trace of emotion gone from her eyes and expression as she looks once again towards Ralf, then the World Warrior. Then she charges.
The pitter-patter of her light, rapid footsteps echo through the air as the Doll begins a somewhat semi-circle motion, bringing her towards Ryu's right side. And hopefully, away from any trcikery Ralf had in mind. But then Cammy would turn directly towards Ryu, hopping over one of those little pipe things as she lands near the man, then launches herself into the air again... nearly inverting herself as she lashes out the back of one heel towards the side of Ryu's head. In the middle of the movement, not only does Cammy draw her other foot out of the way, but -again-, her foot flares with the energy she channels, adding the soul-searing power to the blow.
It was time to make the scene a little more sexy, and who was better for the job than Benimaru? No one, that's who. The blonde shoot fighter just shows up at the harbor area, taking care of some very important mindless wandering. It was a decent day, nothing else to do, so why not?
It's perhaps about fifteen or twenty steps in though that the model catches the annoying yell of a 'hadoken' and his eyes immedietly narrow as he stands up a bit more slightly, "Oh you've got to be kiddi-" he starts but then looks around in a bit of confusion; when did he end up here? Well anyway, perhaps against his better judgement he goes to seek out Ryu, maybe it'd be fun to give him a hard time about whatever it was he was doing. And instead his eyes fall upon the pigtailed zerodoll beauty lashing out at the ansatsuken fighter. His heart skipping a beat, he brings a hand to his cheek and sighs, "We have so much in common.. What a woman." He'll just.. Stand and watch for now.
Oh, that felt good! ..Not so much the double-teaming on Ryu. He's actually getting quite used to that, with all of his attempts to down the brown-haired fighter with members of his own regiment. ..Maybe he should start bringing three or four people, and just try to throw the whole upper Ikari lineup at the guy next time. Might have a bit more luck, then. But no, what's nice is actually connecting, the feeling of his knuckles cracking against Ryu's head, despite the faint stinging sensation it leaves to travel up his carpals. It does wonders for the confidence, and yes..Ralf does know how much Ryu loves the fight, but he's also very VERY VERY much aware of how quickly things can go sour with him.
With that in mind, Jones keeps the attack pressed, sticking close to the man, but..just stops short once that big blue bastard ball of chi starts to swell up. Having taken his fare share of those in the past, he's not horribly keen on taking another at point-blank range. What a fool he must look, bracing for something that ends up flying toward Cammy anyway? Well.. Better safe than sorry, for sure. Just keep running that through your head, Jones. Both Ryu and Cammy move and recover quickly as hell, something Ralf has to try to keep up with. The projectile lands and the counterattack is already taking place. Waiting closeby for the result of Cammy's assualt, the Ikari steps in immediately afterwards, left foot planting down hard upon the dock. If Ryu is indeed kicked toward him, he's greeted with a short flurry of quick, semi-upward blows, each one marked with the same explosion of fire and wisps of smoke that accompanied his last attack. Otherwise...well, he'll just do his damnest to get in as close as he can, though the element of surprise won't be on his side..if indeed it was anyway.
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Cammy's Cannon Spike.
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COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Ryu with Vulcan Punch.
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Ryu's eyes remain fixed on Cammy save for a momentary glance towards Ralf... They're both coming right back in on him, and all the nomad can do is try to keep on his toes. It works at first, a quick sidestep carrying him weaving aside from the Zero Doll's aerial assault, that deadly energy licking past his face with only a tickling hint of its force, but Ryu's twist in towards Jones isn't quite as quick... and it leaves the World Warrior eating slam after slam of chi-empowered fist, driven backwards once more under the potent assault, the searing pain coupling with the blunt trauma to trace face and chest with a bit of charring nostalgia, to say nothing of the trickle of blood now running freely from his lip. He doesn't back down in the face of the assault, however... just the opposite, as the wanderer plants his left foot and swings his entire body around in a quick three-sixty that brings the heel of his right around with tremendous force in a roundhouse aimed to collide squarely with the side of Ralf's skull before the burly Ikari can back off from his forward momentum, the formidable answering blow focused with a fierce, "Kyaaaaah!!!" Ryu isn't going to lament his lot in this battle, but damn if he's going to give either of them an easy time of it.
Well, Cammy wasn't quite done yet. The Psycho Power dies from around her foot, leaving little sparkling glitters of light following her foot, until they too die down. Curling herself into a ball before she hits the ground, Cammy curls in such a way, that the momentum gained from her spinning attack causes her to roll away from both the Ikari, and the World Warrior. At least, rolling away to begin with. Cammy lashes out a foot to stop her roll after it goes a couple meters, slapping one of her forearms against the ground to begin spinning herself back around towards Ryu, twisting herself up to a stand... where she observes the effect of Ryu's attack upon the burly Argentina man.
Silently but for the slap of her boots against the deck of the boat, Cammy launches herself in the air, in a leap towards Ryu... and when she gets close enough, her gloved hand would lash out, her open palm aimed at the neck... or throat if she could get it, of the Ansatsuken warrior. That lash against his neck would likely be painful enough, but if she can grab hold of him there, she would grab her forearm with her other hand for support, before exerting herself to pull herself up, and over Ryu's shoulder, before throwing herself from him hopefully keeping hold of his neck long enough to give it a sharp twist. It would be fatal on any of the audience watching the fight. On Ryu, or even Ralf? Likely not.
COMBATSYS: Ralf blocks Ryu's Strong Kick.
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So what exactly was going on here? From the models point of view it would seem it was Cammy and.... Ralf against Ryu today. And Benimaru wasn't impressed, no bias, honest. In fact he was already starting to get annoyed, crossing his arms as he leans against a nearby crate, he wasn't leaving anytime soon, at least not now. Though it'd sure be nice if two of the three fighters weren't so 'bleh'.
THUNK.
That's about all Ralf hears at the moment. Ryu's rebuttal to Ralf's constant asshattery is quick indeed, nearly a blur that gives the man little to react properly. With his arm still up, it bends at the elbow, forearm vertical to catch the other man's foot on his meaty forearm, his left hand planted on said arm in an attempt to brace it. Even still, the force is so extreme that the hand and the arm it's supporting pound against the side of Jones's head, rubbing against the ear in an entirely unfriendly, bad-touch kind of way. A sharp breath is taken in through gritted teeth, one eye slipping nearly shut as the right screwed close with the grimace. Christ, even Ryu's unflashiest attacks hurt like hell. It's only his still-planted foot that keeps him from being toppled over, honestly.
As such, Benimaru there gets a nice, clear shot of Ralf's ass as he strains muscles to keep standing, packed in not-quite-tight jeans, probably taking on a slight sheen if it weren't for even the slight absorbancy of denim. Beni would like to see that, wouldn't he? Yeah, he would.
By the time his thoughts are jarred back into motion, the mercenary has already swung his right arm down and back up, trying to clamp around Ryu's ankle. Cammy's movements are looked at with only mild caution; after all, she has barely even given him a glance thus far, and it should be easier to beat up on the girl if the other man is out of the way.....right? Then again, he's not sure he likes the flashes of blue, she must be another of those 'fireball' people. Grunt. Still, as she does her thing and jumps on him, that's when Ralf tries to give a tug on the leg that may or may not still be there, and if so, aims to sling the World Warrior right into, and through, one of those net-covered boxes.
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Ralf's Strong Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Ryu with Flying Neck Hunt.
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Among the spectators there is a small group of middle aged men lingering about watching the fight, or well....mostly watching Cammy. Then again what sort of man would you be if you weren't watching the scantly clad woman that is hopping about and kicking ass? Most of the group seems drunk or on the verge, but standing among them is the elder Sakazaki. He came for other reasons. He actually came to watch and watch the man that beat up his friend Saishu in action. The infamous Dan Hibiki copycat fighter....or the World Warrior. Take your pick on names. Sure the other two fighters taking on Ryu right now are quite impressive, but he is a bit disappointed in the gi-clad warrior's performance so far. It has taken alot of control not to just yell out that his 'I wish it was Kyokugen' Karate style is crap. For now he just sits with eyes narrowed some and features twisted in a slight grimace.
Ryu's roundhousing leg snaps back underneath him as the arc is finalized, the attack not leaving him open for long despite teh sheer force behind it, the momentum providing the lithe warrior the instants he needs to hop away from Jones' grabby hands, once again right into the hands of his apparent compatriot. There's not much free for all in this free for all, and Ryu gets reminded of it painfully again as his throat is grabbed, and his neck twisted as Cammy goes right over and past him... it's not lethal force, far from, but it still garners a gratifying *CRACK-crackle* from the World Warrior's neck as he staggers momentarily under the sheer /pain/ of the strike... may not be quite as directly forceful as some of the blows thus far, but it's /certainly/ made up for by sheer nastyness of technique. Once more the nomad's jaw sets firmly, eyes narrowing with focus as he brings his hands together at his side as he settles back into his ready stance, a brilliant flash of light centering between his cradling palms, flashing outwards, "Shiiiiiiinkuuuuuuuu...."
The World Warrior's incantantion coincides with the sudden swirl of a tremendous vortex of dark-tinted bluish chi, the inward force of said vortex drawing inexorably on the air about him, setting the edges of his gi to fluttering, tugging at the hair and clothing of the fighters still too close for comfort... somewhere Ralf may suddenly /not/ want to be as the Ansatsuken master's muscles tense, pouring more and more energy into the attack in a timeframe that most would consider utterly impossible, given the sheer tangible /force/ behind the potent energy sphere that quickly bursts into being, only to be shoved forward, swirling about itself with rampantly coruscating waves of raw power, careening forth with that same ferocious inward gust, threatening to consume Ralf just as it tries to draw in the very wind itself from around the massive cargo ship, its course echoed by a particularly formidable-sounding, "Hadooooouken!!!!!"
Ah, the Shinkuu hadouken. Casting a quick glance towards Ralf in the midst of her move, just to check up on him, the Doll completes her move in a small flip, landing on her feet on the opposite side of the World Warrior. The Doll spinning around, to lightly dance away from the man with quick steps as he casts the blazing deathball at Ralf. Better him than her, in any case.
But as soon as the last traces of chi leave the World Warrior's fingertips... but before his gi stops rustling with the wind generated by the move, Cammy was in motion again. With a sideways sort of hop... a hop that takes her four meters into the air... she hops up atop the edge of one of the stacked crates. Then, she dashes forward, the crates wobbling with the slight weight put upon them... and she launches herself off of the crate, towards the white-clad warrior below. Spinning around in mid-air as she rockets towards him, she snaps out a foot towards him, trying to catch the man in the side of the head -again- with her mid-air roundhouse kick. Ryu wasn't the only one not pulling punches.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Ralf with Shinkuu Hadouken.
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World of pain. WORLD. OF. PAIN. CHRIST!
Once more, Ralf just..god. He just isn't anything in comparison to Fluffy the Wonder Projectile. Cammy is given all the room in the world to attempt unspeakably horrible things to Ryu as the mercenary, despite his valiant effort to leap to the side, arms out all action movie-style..is sent flying by a brilliant flash of bluish-white light, akin to a tiny little nuclear explosion without the badass little mushroom cloud. A cry, muted, something of a grunt combined with a low yelp of pain, passes from Ralf's mouth as the bastard ball collides with him, big enough for nearly a full-body raping. The crate behind him is finally given its freedom, frayed ropes tearing as the man is smashed bodily against it, the sound of cracking and splintering wood loud before they fall to the deck with a clutter. Hundreds of cans of Starkist(tm) tuna are sent flying with the impact, rolling around the floor, some landing in the crown, on the crowd, landing on Benimaru's hair..you name it.
The Ikari's flight is finally stopped when he skids across the floor, rolling until, with a very loud gong, he collides back-first with the metal 'wall' surrounding the deck itself. People on the deck can see a sizable dent sticking out from the point of impact, to boot. As for the man himself? Guh. He takes the time to recover, getting up at least, but unsteadily, head lowered with a hand against his temple and a slew of obscenities until the haze clears from his mind and vision.
COMBATSYS: Ralf focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Cammy's Strong Kick.
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As the epic, ultimate fireball is released to dramatic effect, Ryu is left with no time to appreciate the rather unorthodox course Ralf takes across the deck, his eyes snapping upwards, either catching that glimmer of movement on the periphery of his vision, or simply instinctually aware of Cammy's course at this point in time... His course takes him forward, a weaving duck carrying him under the forceful roundhouse, leaving the Zero Doll's dangerously remarkable leg to pass scant centimeters from his tousled hair, which trails slightly with the motion, the nomad moving forward in the half-crouch before pushing back to his feet... Now, Ralf is clearly a bit peeved, and unsteady, but there've been no punches pulled his way as of yet, and Jones doesn't get the moments to recollect himself. Ryu knows /exactly/ where those moments are going to lead the mercenary, after all. Rather than divert his full attention to Cammy just yet, Ralf gets one more friendly tag-along, the World Warrior's hands pushing forward to bring a tumutluous wave of red-hot chi searing its way forward, the swirling conflaguration propelled out and across the deck of the ship, towards Ralf's stance near the side, its flame-trailing path accompanied by a swirling outer aura of superheated fury. The familiar, napalmy sphere comes complete with its very own shouted, focusing call of, "Hadoooouken!!!" ... Whatever the audience thinks of his performance thus far, Ryu seems quite intent on making it clear he's not out of this yet. Even if that focus is more a 'gift' for his opponents than anyone else. He ain't going out like that! Even if he is still borrowing the moments he has to keep his footing, and find a rhythm for this fight.
Benimaru should run in there and kick Ralfs ass right now. Just like, pick up an aluminum bat and beat him into a fine paste. So when the Ikari Warrior finds himself having a find cuisine of Shinku a la Hadouken, Benimaru replies with a mental applause and a small nod of his head.
That is, of course, until he has one of the worst accidents since his beautician clashed red lipstick with his leopard print halter top: Tuna. Right in his hair, one his clothes, "..." It takes a minute for it to sink in, standing up straight again as he looks down to himself, "Oh. My. God. Oh my god, I just bought these pan.." his fingers brush through his recently washed hair, "... Oh my god.. Oh god, why??"
There was no smack of boot against flesh. Interesting how Ryu moved like he did. Pulling her foot back down, and crossing her arms over her chest, Cammy begins to spin through the air with the momentum generated from both the kick, and those actions, landing on the ground and spinning around one final time as she stares at Ryu's back with her blank eyes, her pigtails falling haphazardly over her right shoulder. And somehow, someway, her little cap was still on. Ah, the miracle of Shadaloo engineering.
Cammy only allows a few seconds to pass, before beginning a charge towards Ryu again. Two steps, and then Cammy throws herself into the air feet-first, her body parallel to the ground as she crosses her arms over her chest once again, putting a quick, drill-like spin to her leap, aiming to hit Ryu in the back... or perhaps the side or front, should he try to turn. But in any event, Cammy uses her energy -again-, the sparking blue flames flaring to life, and covering her feet and shins.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Ralf with Shakunetsu Hadouken.
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Yeah, hit the guy while he's down, good thinking! "A'RIGHT!" Ralf yells, rolling his short sleeves up even further, craning his neck to either side with a couple more soft pops. Enough of this bullshit, he's not doing any good way out on the edge! His immediate action is to slap his face, sling his arms out to the sides and run right back in..and it's about then that Ryu graces him with another of those fireballs. Seriously, now. One would think that after having every 'omg chi master' slinging stuff at him, he'd be smart enough to block most of them! Maybe dodge, with the distance it had to travel.
He's not.
Only a couple of steps are taken, his foot not planting and leg pushing hard enough, too slow to keep from being knocked back by the asshattish followup, his clothes singing with an outline of red chi, skin tingling with the licks of the false flame. The impact sends him up and over the side, arms flailing as he barely, barely, catches the railing with the underside of his knees, left to hang down on the outside of the ship in plain view..oh, and still a little on fire. Short, rushed curses are heard, little 'Shit! Shit! Shit!'s expelled as he smacks himself, trying to put out that fire. Once done, he really has to strain to hoist himself back up, nearly slipping. By the time he actually lands on the deck again, it's on his ass, the metal edge of the ship shielding him from the live spectators, but not for the cameras. What a spectacle that must have been, and it seems like it took forever, to boot!
COMBATSYS: Ralf takes a breather.
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COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Ryu with Spiral Arrow.
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Cammy 1/------=/=======|
Once again Ryu's left to more pressing concerns than Ralf's shipside plight, not that the World Warrior is overly concerned about the Ikari walking away crippled from this fight... the resilient mercenary's fighting is well known to him at this point, after all. Cammy's approach is once more noted, Ryu twisting as the unwitting assassin spirals her way in, the energy-laced blast catching him squarely in the chest and gut, and driving him backwards with a pained 'Whoomf!' of outrushing air, the nomad's face a clear indicator of just how much this fight is starting to hurt... Though, by intent or happenstance, the Zero Doll's successful assault, coupled with Ralf's ponderous re-entry to the fight, does give Jones at least a momentary respite...
As Ryu staggers backwards, recovering at least /part/ of his footing quickly despite the force of the strike, he shoots a hand out before him for the front of the landing Cammy's uniform, such as it is, about even with her collarbone. His intent, should that ironclad purchase be found, is simple... Bring her along for the ride as he falls backwards with his own momentum and that of the last hit, dragging the deadly girl down after him, his right leg shooting up for her ribs as he rolls to the deck, the force and leverage of that foot and his flexing arms meant to send her sailing across the ship, right in towards Ralf. At least then, they'll be on the same side of him!
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Ryu's Tomoe Nage.
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The rate of Benimarus disgust and rage was immeasurable, but it wasn't visably obvious at all, he was simply stareing at his hands in horror, the disgusting bits of seafood dripping down his lovely, smooth hands onto the ground. There were probably even a few chuckles from some of the spectators to the poor chumps situation which, lucky for them, was completely overlooked by the model. Oh the smell, it was so strong! "No.. .. No.." he utters, lips and hands trembling as he then turns around and slowly walks away, once again locked in his own dream world. This was unforgivable.
The next time Benimaru saw Ralf, he was a dead man.
The method Cammy uses to recover from the spiraling kick perhaps works to Ryu's favour. Whipping her torso upwards as Cammy begins pulling her legs deckward, Cammy unfurls her arms and holds them to her sides, the purpose of the heavy gloves perhaps coming a bit more known, as she begins to slow to a sort of stand, perfectly balanced. Right in front of Ryu. There would be no easy purchase on the Doll's mostly-skintight, if thick uniform, and it was perhaps that fact that worked to Cammy's advantage.
Pulled along with the sacrifice throw, Cammy curls her knees up, allowing Ryu's foot to impact with her highly toned shins. It would likely be like kicking a hunk of metal. Nonetheless, Cammy does fly towards Ralf, spinning around mid-air to land on her crouch not two meters in front of him, Cammy's face pointed towards the ground. At least... until she lifts her expressionless face up towards the Ikari's face, her blank eyes attempting to match his as she rises slowly to her feet afterwards.
With a short hop, the Killer Bee would attempt to hop unto the sitting Ikari's shoulders, and squeeze her thick thighs around his head. But that wouldn't be the end of it. Flinging herself backwards, then, she would attempt to lift Ralf off of his feet, and smash the top of his head into the deck behind her, setting her palms against the deck in the middle of that motion as she does so.
COMBATSYS: Ralf endures Cammy's Frankensteiner.
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Ralf 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Ryu
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Thank god, Ralf is finally given some space! He needed it too, because after a double-whammy of chi, both concussive and flaming, flaming like Benimaru at the grand reopening of the Blue Oyster bar, the vision is a bit blurry and the spirit a bit lacking. One eye cracks open, and upon the incredible LACK of attacks coming his way, he just has to heave a sigh of relief. Once more, his hands rise and slap his face, immediately taking on a grimace at the slightly singed and more sensative skin, along with another sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth. That all out of the way, he takes the chance to look on toward the other two fighters, thankful that they're keeping busy for a moment. What to do, though? He could rush back in, arms swinging..probably get shot again. Hm. Or kicked. Those don't sound like good ideas at all.
That's when Ralf notices the ropes hanging from high up on the mast, one of which is tied off right next to him! One can almost see the lightbulb over his head.
..No, no. That's Cammy coming in. Having been busy paying attention to the rope, and already unravelling it, the attack just doesn't leave him time to react much. So, what does he do? He takes it. The squeezing of his head isn't much, but the crash against the deck..jesus. Thank god Ralf has a hard head, or it may have split like a melon! A pained sound escapes him even as he struggles, limbs flailing until he lands on his gut. "J..ggbb" is all he gets out, starting to end up a bit worse for wear after the consistant assault on his person. For a little thing, Cammy sure knows how to hurt a guy. However! With rope still in hand, he scrambles up, quick as he can, trying to grab onto her before she can get away, aiming to tie her up with said rope. If he can pull that off, it's like..it's like swinging a blonde tetherball around the mast with a good, HARD shove, with some boxes and pipe-things conveniently in the way for her to crash into!
..Course, he could always get his arm or leg caught or something. There's always that.
Well... looks like all it took to get those two was a little proximity without him standing in the way! Ryu can't help but draw a deep breath, taking that moment as Cammy focuses her attentions on Ralf to restore a bit of steadyness to not only breathing, but mind and spirit. The tracings of blood and beginnings of bruising around the Ansatsuken master's face are still ignored, and after that momentary respite, so are the rest of his aches and pains. Despite it all, Ryu doesn't seem willing to sit out of this one for even a moment, or at least... not just yet. Not until they /make/ him. Rather than hold back, the nomad charges right in at the other two, crossing the distance in a quick sprint that culminates in a short hop... simple right?
Not quite so much. In the ascent, the World Warrior's entire form begins to twist, a full three-hundred sixty degree rotation accelerating his momentum, to say nothing of the twirling motion itself, his right leg snapping out before him, left perpendicular with the deck as he hurtles forward. The gravity-defying aerial maneuver brings him hurtling straight in a Ralf, the rotor-blade of his right leg snapping around again, and again, and again, level with the burly Ikari's skull, Ryu calling out over the docks with an echoing, "Tatsumaki Senpuuuuu Kyaku!!!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Ralf's Random Weapon.
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Well, Cammy just might not be there for Ralf's rope to grab unto. The Doll wastes no time in getting out of the immeadiate area, bending her knees subtlely, before launching herself into the air in a vertical jump that easily takes her four, perhaps five meters into the air. At least... vertical to begin with. Tucking into a ball at the apex of the jump, Cammy sticks her weighted gloves out to one side, manuevering herself in such a way that she will land atop another stack of crates in a roll. Of course, the momentum carries her roll off of the crates, unto a smaller roll of crates, the brainwashed girl snapping out of her roll to launch herself off that, to land on her feet on the deck of the ship proper.
And as she recovers, she glances towards Ryu and Ralf once again, watching the outcome of Ryu's attack impassively. And then again, she would move. Lowering her torso, and pulling her arms back, Cammy dashes towards the back of the World Warrior, crossing the distance in a burst of lightning fast motion. But when she comes to within a certain distance to him, she launches herself upwards and inverts herself, lashing out a Psycho-Powered enhanced kick with all the strength she could muster.
COMBATSYS: Ralf fails to interrupt Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku from Ryu with Galactica Phantom.
COMBATSYS: Ralf can no longer fight.
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Failed! God, that would have been great, wouldn't it? Cammy would smash through all those boxes, hanging helplessly, then finally slamming into one of the pipe-things, probably bending it right over! Aaah, it's such a happy thought.
Unfortunately, Ralf doesn't live in his dream world. The reality of it is that Cammy slips out, leaving his right arm tangled up in the rope, along with his left foot. Hardly a position to be in when Ryu's coming down on you. Seriously, he's about had it with getting kicked in the head. "GET BA--" he starts, pulling his right hand back, fingers curled and balled into a tight fist just before it swings out in the mother of all vicious haymakers. An on the ropes punch, as they call it.
This one, however, is an 'in the ropes' punch, or..or something. The swing pulls on the length between his arm and his leg, bringing the limb up behind him and slowing the punch considerably. With the foot pulled, Jones ends up leaned forward..right into Ryu's kick! One hard crack, right across the head, is enough to send the mercenary tumbling back, crying out, falling over the ledge again! This time, his legs don't catch, but being all tied up in the rope proves to be advantageous..at least here. His body mostly limp, blood rushing to his head as he dangles upside-down, the man just..takes it easy. Too many hits, too quickly, to all the right areas..he's done.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Ryu with Cannon Spike.
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Whether Ralf flies away after the first strike or not... Ryu's stuck carrying this one out to the end, the midair twists /fast/, but they still take time... time Cammy capitalizes on quite admirably, and as the nomad touches down on subtly bent legs, he barely has time to twist to face the Zero Doll once more before she's in on him. There's the beginnings of a duck, much like the weaving motion that evaded her last aerial crack to his head, but it comes too late, or Cammy comes too fast, the sheathe of energy all but enveloping the Ansatsuken master's face, as a friendly precursor to the unwitting assassin's booted foot, Ryu's face emitting a less-than-pleasant crack as a spray of blood announces that the trickle from his lips is no longer alone, the kick carrying the World Warrior through the air a short distance before he crashes to his back on the deck of the ship, right by the edge. There's a quick, singular shake of his head, trying to clear his blurred and bloodied vision, and then Ryu rolls to the side.
Despite appearances to the contrary, he's not quite out of this yet, and he kicks back to his feet in a graceful motion that seems slowed little by his injuries, landing in a ready stance that's already got him preparing his energies. One more form, all for Cammy... Crackling bolts of electrical chi rush down his tensed arms, bolting out of his fingertips into a wildly surging, white-hot ball of lightning-inspired power, the gathered force growing in instants as Ryu focuses on the attack, past the pain, on fighting this out to his best.
"Denjiiiiiiin....." the nomad's deep voice intones, a final push of chi filling the rampantly fluctuating sphere to capacity, the bolting blast shoved forward and all but striking across the distance between himself and the Zero Doll, aligning the taser++ with the brainwashed operative's torso, its course as fast as its natural inspiration, and echoed by a finalizing cry of, "Hadoooouken!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Ryu's Denjin Hadouken.
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It was fast. Fast as the lightning the Ryu had shaped his chi to resemble and mimic.
Cammy was faster, but not by much.
Landing in a crouch as Ryu begins gathering energy unto himself, the Zero Doll leaps away, and to the side, another mighty leap taking her out of the path of the ball of death, and unto one of those crates she had been using to her advantage. And as the electrical ball of death impacts one of those pipe things... Cammy was watching Ryu. Just watching him for a few moments, moments that would only span a second or two, but seem like a minute to Cammy. Her brainwashed mind was working overtime to calculate... there. Lock on.
In a explosion of motion, Cammy launches herself in a forward flip off of the crate, pulling out of the flip and quickly positioning herself in what seemed like your average jumpkick, angled slightly downwards. Whether because of gravity, the Psycho Power that she began to manifest -lots- of, the momentum from the jump, or all those factors... Cammy seemed to fly towards Ryu faster and faster, leaving a blue-tinged streak along the path of her foot, the streak fading into shining little motes of light that follow her along her path.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Ryu with Killer Bee Assault.
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And Cammy impacts Ryu along the shins in a blindingly strong flying kick. Recovering with a backflip, Cammy snaps a blazing it at Ryu's head, and abdomen in a series of kicks similar to one of Chun-Li's moves. But the final kick would be different. With a near-explosion of Psycho Power, Cammy launches herself towards Ryu's face, propelled by strength, and her energy, and slam a final kick into the side of his head, the sparking fires burning brighter and brighter by the moment.
Lock on, indeed. Despite those moments that pass, just as long to the World Warrior as to the Zero Doll when it comes to reconsidering and preparing for the culmination of the battle, Ryu's renewed focus isn't enough to get his battered body out of the way of that assault. Midway through an attempt at jumping aside, he's caught, knocked right back to unsteady feet, and driven backwards under the barrage of punishing strikes. Staggered after the first hit or two, the rest are just gravy, but they certainly do their job nonetheless, blackness swirling about the nomad's vision even before that final strike sends him sailing in a skyward arc that seems almost slow-motion. Of course, that's just the World Warrior's own dead weight working against gravity, and what goes up...
As the forceful momentum of the unwitting assassin's final blast of Psycho Power ebbs, it leaves Ryu to fall back to earth, crashing atop one of the shipping crates in a splintering of wood. Which would be sort of a decent place to rest, if he had landed in the middle of the crate, but instead, he somewhat limply tumbles off the side, the corner of the box doing its part to add to the world of hurt going through his frame just now. Not that he's going to notice it for a short while... as he crumples to the deck itself, there's no movement save the clipped breath raising his chest. Out cold.
Which of course prompts the announcer to the uneccesary countdown, a countdown that ends with the excited announcement, "The winner! .... Cammy!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Ryu can no longer fight.
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That's when Ralf starts slipping from his bonds, falling into the nasty water lining the harbor with the deep SPLOOSH of a big man bellyflopping into the water. Pain! Fear not, though, nobody's watching him with the shinies on the deck, aside from the medical people do come to fish him out and make sure he hasn't taken water into his lungs, etc. After all of this he's carted off to the care tent type thing nearby. ~HAPPY ENDING~
Happy ending indeed. Cammy waits for Ryu to get up, even for a few moments after the winner was announced. After a few seconds of that, the Doll relaxes from her combat stance, drawing herself up into the position of quasi-attention that seemed comfortable for her. She makes no move to help the World Warrior at the moment, perhaps because the medical staff were already on their way to treat him. And her, technically. Twisting away from the fallen warrior, the Doll recalls the faint sound of a splash in her mind, as she begins making her way from the boat using the same method she used to get in here undetected. That was... a interesting sounding splash, but no matter. At least she finished a fight with her cap still on.
COMBATSYS: Cammy has ended the fight here.
Log created by Ryu, and last modified on 19:04:27 05/07/2005.