Description: [OOC] Shenwoo says, "Don't worry, dude. I'll buy you a steak, once you're back on solid foods." (Winner: Iori)
Harbor
The center of Southtown's rich importing and exporting trade--as well as
the Syndicate's far wealthier arms dealing and drug trafficking business--the
harbor consists of a series of piers, docks, and warehouses, all filling the
area to the brim with activity at almost all hours of the night. At any given
time, large cargo ships are coming in and out, and the entire zone is
perpetually busy with men loading and unloading the ships. As of late, a war
between organized crime factions has likewise made the harbor into something
of a warzone, with outbreaks of violence an almost weekly occurence.
It might not be the usual spot for a televised fight -- even one with such a slight delay as the Saturday Night Fights -- but it's certainly got plenty of space to contain one. A square 'ring' is sectioned off -- a raised, thinly padded floor to give the fighters something other than hard concrete to bleed -- er, fight upon. Demarcated with ropes like any normal wrestling match, it seems that the organizers are quite used to the setup: folding chairs are evenly distributed around the circumference of the ring, save for the back wall which opens out onto the Southtown waterfront. Shortly after the appointed start time, the seats are far from packed. With a tournament second-best and two unknowns, it's safe to assume the spectators are locals who either couldn't make it for the Main Event, at Howard Arena, or those who were more interested in a smaller, possibly more interesting showdown.
It's a bit late, but Iori is ushered to the field. No entourage, no trainers -- the tall Orochi halfbreed escorts himself out to the stage, stepping over the top rope and making his way to one corner of the ring. He looks as cheerful as he ever does -- which is to say, he practically glowers at each and every one of the spectators in sequence, before leaning back against the ropes, lounging in wait for the other fighters to approach. He's amused, really, that it would take two people to fight him -- but he doesn't feel like expressing that emotion at the current time. Brooding angst is so much more 'him,' after all.
COMBATSYS: Iori has started a fight here.
Of course, Iori's lateness sort of ruins Shenwoo's plan to have made a dramatic entrance in his professional fighting debut here in Southtown. The blond berserker's disappointment is offset, though, by the fact that he's getting to fight an A-lister right off the bat... Even if he /is/ having to team up with some nobody. Already standing in the ring, the self-styled 'God of Battle has his right hand tucked into his pants pocket, three of those harmonic yin-yang balls held in his left, as he idly rolls them around on his palm... It's relaxing, you know. "There he is," says Shen, watching the arriving Yagami with his usual borderline feral grin. Yeah... This is bound to be interesting.
Jacob walks onto the scene with little fanfare. He doesn't have any followers or fans, and his face isn't a recognizable one. And hopefully he's changed enough that it won't be recognizable as his real one, either. With the suit he's wearing the spectators don't even realize that he's involved in the fight until he walks up to the stage and steps over the rope. He gives Shenwoo a friendly nod as he walks over to him. Can't hurt to get on good terms with as many fighters as possible. Makes it much easier to get information about them.
Iori glances back at Shenwoo. Cocky bastard, that kid, to smile in the face of someone who'd crushed so many in tournaments like these before him -- but, like all the rest, he'll learn. Yagami does offer him a brief smirk, but that's about all he gets. Jacob... well, Jacob gets a raised eyebrow. Fighting in a suit? What is it with these guys? "... That's -true- forethought. Already dressed for your funeral," rumbles Iori, as he pushes himself away from the ropes. Cracking his knuckles, he walks towards the center of the ring, as the emcee -- wisely hiding off-stage -- announces the fight. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you in this night's Saturday Night Fight! In this corner, we have Iori Yagami, still hot from his recent appearance in the Master Championship in Seattle, USA -- ready to make a showing here in Southtown against not one, but -two- opponents! Neither of them has an official fight record yet here in Southtown, but that's about to change! Please give a warm Southtown welcome to Shenwoo, in the purple, and Jacob, in the -- uh... finely-tailored suit!" Insert applause here.
Iori bows his head to each of the two fighters, as he takes his position. In yet another low rumble, he extends his palm, tilts his head towards the objects in Shenwoo's hand: "... if you're done playing with those." Lighting a plume of purple flame in his hand, he offers yet another faint smirk. "... ready when you two are."
COMBATSYS: Iori takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Jacob has joined the fight here.
Big, toothy grin still in place, Shenwoo looks up as he hears the announcer, looking around the outside of the ring. Hardly one to turn down the chance to show off a little in front of a televised audience, the fighter from Shanghai is. Of course, the blond berserker turns to face Iori at his comment - after having nodded in return to Jacob, amicably enough - and crushes the faintly musical orbs in his hand, letting the dust fall down to the mat as he slowly reopens his gloved hand. "Normally, I wouldn't hold with two on one, but... You can probably handle it," he says, sounding surprisingly cheerful for someone who's about to go toe to toe with the likes of Iori Yagami, even with some help. "So let's rock and roll," Shen adds, starting things off by immediately taking a step towards Iori... That turns into the blond man blurring slightly as he /launches/ towards the red-haired fighter, his beringed left hand extended as his open shirt and blond hair trail behind him from the force. "ORAAAAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
As Shenwoo rushes towards Iori, Jacob starts moving toward the red-haired fighter. With Shenwoo's head start Jacob can't keep up with him, but he doesn't mind letting his partner get the first hit in. Iori is obviously a dangerous opponent, so charging in head on doesn't seem like the best of ideas. As Jacob reaches Iori he starts to throw a punch, but then keeps going, swinging around to drive his elbow into Iori's side.
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Shenwoo's Geki-Ken.
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Jacob's Cipher.
Iori snaps his fist shut after Shenwoo says 'roll', extinguishing the flame. He knows what's coming -- hell, he -asked- for it. Rolling his eyes -- though it'd be hard to notice from the red hair covering them -- he steps into the blow, presenting Shenwoo with his shoulder and forearm to block the blow. Iori's motion is quick and direct -- none of the flash or panache fighters like Shenwoo might prefer. Though, he hasn't neglected to take notice of Jacob -- as Iori stepped forward, he offset the move. To compensate, Iori throws up his palm, neatly catching Jacob's fist before it can plunge into his stomach. "Hmph," he notes with a shake of his head. With both his prey now in range, the experienced fighter crouches slightly, clenching his fists tight. Bursting into flame, he roars -- launching himself upward into a pirouette. His flaming hands spiral about him, threatening to engulf both Jacob and Shenwoo in the torrential flame.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Iori's Oniyaki.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/-------|
You'd think Shenwoo would look disappointed when his attack is blocked, but... It just seems to make things all the better, judging by his expression. The ensuing counterattack is, admittedly, EXTREMELY unpleasant, but rather than make any attempt to avoid it, the tall man from Shanghai stands his ground, an impressive feat considering he's been lit on fire. It's through the shroud of those flames that the blond berserker's hand darts, however, taking advantage of the hopeful opening involved in the Oniyaki to grab some part of Iori's clothing, his intent to then smash Yagami onto the mat as hard as he can manage. "RRRRRAAAAAGH!" Being on fire /sucks/.
COMBATSYS: Iori successfully hits Jacob with Oniyaki.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Iori
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Jacob 1/-----==/=======|
Jacob attempts to leap back as Iori suddenly bursts into flames, but isn't able to get away before he's engulfed in the attack. He crashes to the ground, smoldering, a short distance away. He starts to rise, but stops on one knee. He expected Iori to be a tough opponent, but he hadn't expected him to hit quite that hard. A change in strategy is required, but what to do...?
COMBATSYS: Jacob takes a breather.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Iori
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Jacob 1/-----==/=======|
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Iori with Kyakuten Touchi.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Iori
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Jacob 1/-----==/=======|
Most people elect to just -fall- from the rising helix of flames. Or else get out of the way. Iori chortles upon the sight of flames singing Jacob's finely-tailored suit -- though admittedly, he finds himself a bit surprised when he continues his spiral downfall to find Shenwoo standing right there. Didn't he get knocked back? No? The seasoned fighter attempts to backpedal hastily to avoid the unexpected attack -- though finds himself at a disadvantage to the hasty fighter. He's actually not as heavy as one might think -- and Shenwoo's able to slam him into the ground without much trouble, with a faint grunt of pain on Iori's part. It doesn't seem to have fazed Iori much, for as he rebounds from the ring floor, kipping back to his feet -- he looks just as he did before. "Hmph," he repeats, before whipping his hand to his side with another flare of purple. He drags his hand over the ground in a quick motion, rolling a small mass of flames from his fingertips, the purple blast racing across the ring towards Shenwoo. He hates fire? Good! Here's some more! Jacob -- well, he's not attacking, so Iori doesn't see him to be much of a threat at the moment.
COMBATSYS: Iori successfully hits Shenwoo with Yami Barai.
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Shenwoo 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Iori
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Jacob 1/-----==/=======|
Already heaving for breath, Shenwoo is... Finding this battle a little on the unpleasant side. Who likes getting lit on fire? Especially since it now happens a second time, as that blast of purple flames races across the mat at him, and hits him rather solidly! Falling back, the usually grinning fighter rolls along the rest of the mat - stop, drop and roll, indeed - before hopping back to his feet with more distance between himself and Yagami. ...But by the time he's back on his feet, his face bears that wild grin once again. "Ooh... You really /are/ a tough one," he says, sounding decidedly pleased... Which is when he does something highly unusual for him, and /waits/, his dark eyes sizing up Iori, looking for even the slightest opening...
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo focuses on his next action.
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Shenwoo 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Iori
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Jacob 1/-----==/=======|
Getting back to his feet, Jacob watches Iori carefully. He knows now that Iori hits hard, so he has to get in and get out quickly. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then charges toward Iori. As he gets close, he plants one foot and suddenly makes a 90 degree turn as he grabs for Iori's arm. If he can get a grip, he continues to turn on his planted foot, attempting to throw Iori, then back off before the other fighter can strike back.
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Jacob's Quick Throw.
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Shenwoo 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Iori
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Jacob 1/-----==/=======|
Iori has no comment for Shenwoo -- of -course- he's a tough one. What did he expect, a pushover? The tall fighter -did- plow through the elder practitioner of Kusanagi-ryuu kobojutsu in an internationally televised tournament -- he's far from 'easy' by any means. Still, Iori chuckles a bit as his flames crash into Shenwoo -- expected. The flames should keep him busy long enough for Jacob to get his throw in. Well, if he's even -able- to. Iori -was- planning on saving this guy for later, but since he seems to be rushing his fate, more power to him. Grabbed, the fighter answers, "Denied," he answers, jerking his arm out of Jacob's grasp before anything further can be done with it -- and lunging in to deliver a sharp headbutt to him in retaliation.
Grinning still, Shenwoo... Actually almost seems to be gritting his teeth, by this point. "Heh heh heh," chuckles the self-styled 'God of Battle', his shoulders shaking as he laughs. "This is good, this is good... BUT IT'S WAY TO EARLY TO BOTHER WITH THE SMALLFRY!!" The tall man's shout degenerates into a wordless cry of rage, as the entire ring - and everyone without - is suddenly rocked by an invisible shockwave, a chi-created breeze causing Shen's blond hair and purple shirt to whip about briefly. With that same roar, the berserker charges at Iori, who seems to be busy headbutting Jacob, his entire body straining with spiritual power and fury as he launches into a frenzied assault, using his fists, feet and head about equally against the Yagami scion... Of course, will even this make much of a difference?
COMBATSYS: Jacob counters Medium Punch from Iori with Restricted Area.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/-----==|
And there is just the kind of opening that Jacob was hoping for, as Iori lunges forward head first. As Iori comes in Jacob drops backward, looking like he's collapsing to the ground, and easily passing underneath the headbutt. Catching himself on his hands Jacob flips over and kicks off the ground. Pushing himself upwards with his hands he drives his foot into Iori's jaw, then flips away, landing on his feet and facing Iori.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Iori with Bakuma Assault.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/-----==|
Now that was an unexpected development. Iori had thought for sure he'd be able to catch the taller suit with his headbutt, but apparently he'd underestimated the 'small fry.' Knocked backwards, he rubs his jaw sorely, spitting a drop of blood onto the ground beside him. "Not bad." But, as Shenwoo astutely notes, it's much too early for him to focus entirely upon one fighter -- and the 'God of Battle' does manage to blast Iori's forearm -- raised hastily in defense -- aside, landing the frenzied chain of blows into the Yagami scion. Mild displeasure permeates his features as the red-haired man is blasted backwards, the last blow knocking him back and to the ground. Chuckling, he calls back, "Now -there!- That's the fight? That's the -best- you've got, now?" From the ground, he launches himself back to his feet, tearing off into a run at Shenwoo -- clearly -pissed- now. Roaring, he launches himself to his feet, but doesn't stop there -- leaping high into the sky, he arcs his hand overhead, aiming it to crash down onto Shenwoo's head with a brilliant arc of purple flame.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Iori's Tsumagushi!
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/-----==|
Now breathing even more heavily than before after his little display, Shenwoo is actually laughing again, quietly, once Iori gets right back up and starts running at him. Other fighters might try to avoid, try to mount some sort of defense, but in the blond berserker's mind, there's little defense better than a good offense... Especially against someone of a significantly higher caliber than oneself; he's not so foolish as to assume he and Jacob aren't outmatched, here. So, yes, he's crashed to the ground and lit aflame once again, but rather than roll the tall young man instead immediately springs back upwards, hands clenched in an axehandle position and aimed at the underside of the Yagami's jaw, even as those cursed purple flames continue to lick at his body! "SHYAAAAAAAAA!" Apparently, he doesn't have any more smack to talk, right this minute.
It's somewhat heartening to see that Iori definitely felt that kick, even if it didn't seem to slow him down much. Jacob also comes to the same conclusion as Shenwoo. Although he normally tries to stay on the defensive in a fight, it seems clear that he can't stand up to Iori's attacks for a long. Having decided, Jacob rushes in after Shenwoo, preparing to follow up on his partner's attack. As Shenwoo tries to slam his fists into Iori's jaw, Jacob rushes at Iori, going in from the side and aiming a punch at Iori's stomach. Once his and Shenwoo's blows have landed, hopefully Iori will be off balance enough for Jacob to follow up by slamming him down onto the stage.
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Shenwoo's Kouryuu-Geki.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Jacob's Bang and Burn.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|
Iori growls as his hits slam into Shenwoo -- and as he actually seems to -enjoy- taking them. It's disconcerting, even for as unstable a fighter as he is, to see someone who -enjoys- taking the hits so much. It's a little off-putting -- but not so much that the Orochi halfbreed doesn't have a defense for it. Stepping backwards once he sees Shenwoo rushing at him, Iori interposes his palm, shoving the blow aside, flinging his other arm into the surprisingly annoying Jacob coming at him from the side. It's a bit more interesting, at least, keeping both fighters at bay -- though that still doesn't excuse Shenwoo from the invocation of Iori's rage. Stepping back towards Shenwoo, Iori slaps another blast of hot flames at the ground before him -- though these flames explode with concussive force, threatening to knock him into the sky. Another gout of flames is soon to follow from his left hand, but not a third -- for Iori reels back, bringing both hands over his head and then slamming them down onto the ground, a torturous conflagration erupting forth, ripping forth to engulf Shenwoo within a horrendous column of purple flame.
COMBATSYS: Iori successfully hits Shenwoo with Yami Sugi.
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Shenwoo 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Iori
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|
It's not the being hit, precisely, that Shenwoo enjoys... It's the challenge inherent in it; Iori hits like a mack truck, after all. Grinning wildly, the berserker hops easily to his feet as Iori knocks his attack aside, his left hand coming up in a beckoning gesture. He knows this fight isn't going to last much longer, at least for him... But he's gonna go out with a bang. The horrendous flames do their expected work, engulfing Shenwoo rather handily, after which the tall man slams to the mat. "Heh heh heh..." he chuckles, once again wildly charging at Iori, this time low to the ground; once again, he's hoping to get inside what opening remains after the fiery attack. This time, though, he aims to start off with a headbutt, followed by a short flurry of powerful punches, each accompanied by a loud cry, and then: "ONE MORE!!" as he delivers the strongest punch yet, to knock Iori clear across the ring. After which, well... He's basically going to collapse!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has left the fight here.
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Iori
With Iori concentrating his attention on Shenwoo for the moment, Jacob takes the opportunity to attack him from behind. When Iori slams his hands into the ground to finish the Yami Sugi it leaves an opening that Jacob attempts to exploit. He can see that Shenwoo is on his last legs, and he knows that once Iori turns his attention to him the fight won't last much longer. Trying to do as much damage as he can while he still has a chance, Jacob lashes out with a kick to the side of Iori's head, then quickly hops back.
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Shenwoo's Kohyou Rengeki.
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Iori
COMBATSYS: Iori dodges Jacob's Heavy Kick.
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Iori
It'd be sheer folly for Iori to assume that Jacob was lying idle through all this. With an attack that took that much out of him simply to -throw-, the Yagami scion almost takes it as a given that he's going to be attacked. Just before that hit lands, Iori strafes to the side, his features blurred from the sudden motion as Jacob's kick whistles past. The flames from his Yami Sugi aren't even fully dissipated, and yet Shenwoo's already launching a counterattack through its remnants -- it's just enough to abort Iori's attempt at a counterattack to Jacob, forcing him to pause and throw his shoulder into the path for a defense. It seems like a dumb move, really, but he's able to mitigate -some- of the damage by rolling with the punch, with a bit of a backpedal and a slight sidestep, letting Shenwoo's momentum carry him past rather than knocking him away as the berserker may have hoped. It leaves him in position to rush back at Jacob with a primal roar, firing his left elbow at the suit's sternum, aiming to follow it up with his right hand arcing overhead and clamping down onto his face.
COMBATSYS: Jacob dodges Iori's Koto Moon Negative.
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Iori
As Iori's elbow comes flying at him Jacob turns to the side, just barely leaning out of the way of the blow. Things aren't looking good, but he's going to go down fighting. Instead of trying to get some room between himself and Iori he takes a step toward the red haired fighter, trying to ram his fist into the target's solar plexus. Iori may be able to shrug off a lot, but hopefully he'll feel that, at least. Not waiting to see, though, Jacob tries to then turn and grab the back of Iori's head as he kicks one foot at Iori's ankle, trying to knock him off balance and slam him down against the stage.
COMBATSYS: Iori blocks Jacob's Bang and Burn.
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Jacob 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Iori
Jacob's hopes go unanswered, as Iori -is- able to shrug off some of the blows. He's able to catch Jacob's fist on his forearm, in combination with stepping to the side to lessen the impact -- though the kick at Iori's ankle does evoke a faint grumble from the warrior. He raises a forearm, knocking the grab aside as well, noting: "Hundreds of people watching you fight and you want to play -footsie?-" Sneering, he slams his foot on the ground, his entire -form- now bathed in his supernatural birthright flames. "Apparently, you don't comprehend the situation..." Lunging forward, Iori hurls a fast uppercut for Jacob's jaw, stepping forward to deliver another afterwards... though with a battle aura like that, it's highly unlikely that will be all.
Jacob pages, "Joy. x.x" to Iori.
COMBATSYS: Iori successfully hits Jacob with Ya Otome.
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Jacob 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Iori
After Iori's uppercuts land, he slashes at Jacob's thighs with his razor-sharp talons, first one direction then the other. The talons then rake into Jacob's chest, tearing the impressive-looking fabric into tatters as he presses further, slamming his left palm square into Jacob's solar plexus in a call to the suited fighter's last move. Grinning, he tightens his grasp on the shredded fabric, now reaching up to grab for Jacob's head -- and plant his forehead into it, -hard-. But it's not over yet -- while he's still got Jacob's head in his deathgrip, he ignites his hands into brilliant flame, the massive concussive force of the blast knocking Jacob backwards. And yet, through it all, Iori's roaring with a contorted mix of laughter and rage.
Jacob just has time to speak for the first time during this fight, although he doesn't get a chane to finish, as he sees Iori's fist rocketing towards his jaw. "Oh, cra-" His head jerks back as Iori's punch slams into him, leaving him wide open for the slashing talons which tear through cloth and flesh alike. His suit is shredded, with scraps of fabric flying into the air along with a fair amount of Jacob's blood, which splashes Iori's hands and falls in droplets across the stage. Trying futilely to get away from Iori Jacob starts to bring his hand up, but is interrupted by Iori's head slamming into his face, falling just short of breaking his nose. Then, with his entire world already consisting of pain, Jacob can just make out the flare of energy around the hands gripping his head before he becomes the center of an explosion of force, sending him flying backwards. He hits the ground, rolls a couple times, and lays still, his hair smoking slightly.
COMBATSYS: Jacob takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Jacob can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: Jacob has left the fight here.
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Iori dusts his hands off, frowning lightly at the blood now spattered upon them. It's a mild displeasure, especially for someone who reportedly detests violence. Chalk it up to his demonic blood, maybe -- but after the apparent cessation of hostilities, Iori walks over to Jacob, looking over at his bloodied body... and anyone looking closely might even see a slight bit of -remorse- on the man's face. The red-haired fighter doesn't -look- terribly beat up -- but for him to go all-out on someone who posed so little a threat to him, one can only speculate that Shenwoo and Jacob may have gotten Iori whittled down a lot further than he may be letting on. Not that he'll be commenting much -- the emcee shouts, "... And it looks like we have a winner, by double knockout, IORI YAGAMI!", but barely a flicker of recognition appears on the fighter's face. Crossing his arms, he reverts to his look of mild displeasure, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't ever underestimate me again..." he notes. Calmly ignoring the reporters and commentators rushing up to meet him onstage, he steps over the top rope, brow furrowed as he makes his way through the throng of people, some of which apparently include a horde of goth fangirls. He couldn't care less who pays attention to him, honestly -- he's heading straight for the nearest restroom to get this blood off his hands, with not even a passing comment towards either Shenwoo or Jacob.
COMBATSYS: Iori has ended the fight here.
When the medics come for Shenwoo - since he IS unconscious, and was lucky enough to end up out of the ring instead of underfoot when Iori kinda... Went postal on Jacob - they actually find the tall fighter grinning despite the burns and bruises, as he drifts up to an at least semi-conscious state. Though he definitely doesn't seem to be as badly off as his teammate in tonight's battle, the man from Shanghai gets carted off to the hospital anyway, just in case!
It doesn't look like Jacob will be getting up on his own anytime soon. In addition to being slashed up, he also took two heavy blows to the head. Eventually he is loaded onto a stretcher by paramedics, and taken to a waiting ambulance. He's not important enough to have Shadaloo followers constantly watching out for him, so he's on his own for the time being.
Log created by Iori, and last modified on 14:23:11 07/18/2005.