Description: Within the Pao Pao Cafe, the first match of the SNF is a 4-Way Free-For-All between Jiro, Gabriel, Nassir, and Mickey. (Winner: Mickey)
Mickey Rogers doesn't notice the girls, or the wait staff, or any of the other patrons. His eyes stare straight ahead at seemingly nothing as his head bobs slightly left and right and up and down to the music that only he can hear. He neatly and succinctly applies the tape to his hands, starting with the left and then the right. Examining his work, Mickey punches each palm a few times, then flexes his hands... he seems satisfied.
Pao Pao Cafe... Where everyone knows your name. Like Cheers. The gang are usually around, having a good time. Of course, when Saturday Night Fight kicks up, that's when the whole crowd are ready to get involved with things. Having already set their tables to a different position, they have everything reconfigured to where the open space can be used as an arena.
Crowds gather to cheer, ranging from child to adult. Of course, the rule keeps the children from even bothering to drink, so they still enforce their usual rules. Accompanying the middle of the ring is a black haired man in a karate gi. He is wearing a whistle over his neck, waiting for the combatants to actually gather about. In fact, while the two were talking, the crowd are soon getting ready.
One of the people who is competing is arriving soon. The said person is arriving... Jiro Kasagi. Not exactly Stray Dog anymore, the young man is sporting the Justice High uniform, even if his uniform is a bit ragged. It is clear who he is with, and he doesn't have qualms with it, it looks like. Unfortunately, the look of his eyes is a bit dazed, or hazey. It's... something's not right.
Shinobu ohhhs. "I don't really understand these...", she admits, liking some focus to her fights. "But if all you have to do is beat them all up, right?" She says that like it's perfectly concievable. She grins toothily. "So dohn't worry about it! Sounds easy!"
Mickey Rogers continues to bob his heada little bit as he finally looks over into the ring. Seeing the official, Mickey stands up, and slowly reaches up to take off his headphones. The strains of Bob Marley singing "Get Up, Stand Up" would be audible for anyone sitting close to him. Mickey's jaw remains lantern-like, his eyes cold and icily staring forward as he rips off his breakaway windpants to reveal his typical red boxing trunks. Placing them next to his Discman, Mickey begins to stalk towards the ring.
"Ahh.. That seems to ring true enough," Kai Gabriel considers while moving toward the ring. This is actually the first time she's seen Jiro since the last time, which was before he started wearing Justice high uniforms. Smack. She hits herself on the forehead. Kurow was the most blatant liar she had ever seen. Sure he told them okay when he was actually talking to people but when he would leave Gabriel with his lies later they went bad faster than un-pasteurized milk on a hot day. Who would believe this. Oh well, she had what she had and now she was rather matching with the stray Justice High student. Only her uniform was clean and new looking, despite not actually being newer.
Shinobu sips on her milkshake forcefully, before getting that gurgling sound at the end of the glass. She peers at her drink, and then says to Gabriel, "Oh, hey, a classmate! That's always fun...", with a smile.
Nassir couldn't understand it.
On one hand, his last match in the Pao Pao cafe was relatively light on collateral damage: He only used a few grenades, and was for the most part on point with them. There weren't many holes in the wall, not many knifemarks in the walls to patch over or anything else of that sort. However? Since then, he's done more than his fair share--creating craters in the Duck Pond dancefloor, turning it into a battlefield belonging in Afghanistan or Saudi Arabia, not an enclosed place of leisure. Either Howard simply had it in for the Pao Pao management, or he wanted to see an incident occur between Nassir and a member of the audience, or a cameraman, or...someone who should've been an innocent.
Other fighters got to fight out in open fields or streets or on airport strips. He got to fight in the equivalent of a broomcloset...and in a ring, no less. Unless it was reinforced, it'd last...thirteen seconds. Walking quietly out of the mens' restroom, Nassir began his pre-fight ritual: Running his hands along his bandoliers, ensuring one more time that everything was in place, properly adjusted and ready to go at a moment's notice. Being off by so much as an inch could cost Nassir precious seconds in a fight that could be determined before the 60 second mark elapsed. Much like the two Justice High "students", Nassir didn't hide his affiliation--not since it was announced that they would perform these fights in full uniform. Red beret resting atop his head, his tan uniform was crisp and pressed to the point where one might imagine it impossible for him to actually maneuver around the starch.
Four fighter free for all. At least it would be a test of his abilities.
The look in Jiro's eyes... It flickers with its burning hatred. Clenching the fist, Jiro immediately considers his following opponents. Mickey Rogers, the person who is the man that Jiro considered a cool guy. Now...He's just another man. His eyes turn to focus onto Shinobu. His eyes narrow briefly, then he brings the attention away.
His eyes shift over towards Gabriel, focusing his attention towards her. Considering that she is a Justice High student as well, Jiro acknowledges her with a nod. It looks like that the gang are waiting for one more person.
...Who makeshis entrance. Nassir is greeted with a cold stare, then he looks at the other two fighters. Jiro draws his right fist out, hunching his body over to adopt a fighting stance. The rough former-Gedo student is ready to fight.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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Mickey Rogers begins to loosen up outside the ring, rolling his neck back and forth, and rotating his arms around his shoulders to loosen up his arms. He puffs a few breaths of air before re-gritting his teeth and re-establishing his professional look. He stands in sharp contrast to all of his opponents -- both the students and the soldier look downright bizarre next to this simply-enough dressed pugilist. All are familiar to him, but none are friends... and not just because Mickey has no friends in the ring either. Mickey steps into the ring, rolls his neck once more, and, snapping his hands up to the ready, shadowboxes a few quick combinations before hopping on his feet a bit, back and forth left and right. Its obvious to anyone who has ever seen a boxing match that Mickey Rogers is ready to go.
COMBATSYS: Mickey has joined the fight here.
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
"Well here, I go," Kai Gabriel says to Shinobu, bows politely and then moves into the ring. Jiro has nodded at her and somehow this just makes her look nervous, a touch embarrassed and even somehow ashamed. She flushes, nods back and then does her best to avert her attention from him. This was a free for all, he would be an opponent. That much she knew.
Then she considers the others, Mickey Rogers is given a similarly short glance, as though he could be saved for later. The one who actually gets Gabriel's full attention is Nassir, but unlike holy wars in the past, he isn't treated to a glare or any look of hatred, she just pays him the most attention, then pauses a moment to raise a hand to her neck to touch her pendant and murmur a prayer then moves into a fighting stance with both hands opened , one by her shoulder and the other down be her leg.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel has joined the fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|
The warning is delivered to noone in particular, enough Howard Entertainment personnel around and on hand for one of them to at least hear him. Wheather or not they heed his warning is another matter entirely, but once his words are offered Nassir takes no further note of it. Even if they did not move away now, they would when the fight began in earnest.
Rolling into the ring, Nassir pulls himself up to one knee, eyes quickly panning from left to right, taking in each opponent. Politics made what should've been a simple affair tangled to no end-Alliances forged and severed, alliances the young soldier didn't even know about until this very moment...and other, more insidious things. Who to go after first? Take the initiative, or start a waiting game? Try for a gambit early out of the blocks? They were all things he'd considered earlier, though once it was time to actually put those thoughts to work, would he falter?
Hand rising to an orb on his bandolier, Nassir could only wait for the declaration to begin.
COMBATSYS: Nassir has joined the fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
And.... the match is about to begin. "GO!" Announcers the referree in the gi. The gathered fans cheer.
Assessing both Nassir and Gabriel, Jiro figures that they have their own business to take care. They are not his concern for now. Mickey, however, is barely recognized. All what Jiro knows is that he is an opponent and must be taken out. So surprise, Mickey's Jiro's primary target.
Jiro immediately sprints straight towards the older man, reaching his right fist out towards the man's stomach. However, instead of coming up with that right punch, Jiro is soon bringing his left hand out to flex past Mickey's head.
...Only thing is that the arm is striking at Mickey's neck, attempting to decapitate him into the ground with a loving clothesline.
COMBATSYS: Mickey blocks Jiro's Strong Punch.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
Mickey Rogers may be the odd man out in these proceedings, but he is not so far gone from being an amateur champ to let himself get caught that off guard. His hands up immediately, Mickey manages to absorb the blow on his forearms rather than his neck. Thise close in, though, Mickey is in his element. Moving with speed not common for the average 6'2" 175 pounder, Mickey pivots to face Jiro again, and quickly launches out the left hand... but not to punch. Instead, Mickey tries to hook the smaller man with his left, intending to pull him in close and pound his ribcage and sternum with his dangerous right hand.
Jiro and Mickey seem to want to take over a whole side of the ring, that's fine with Gabriel, she doesn't take up much space. Nassir huh, she has the look of someone who wants to just say, piece of cake. She's fought against him a bunch of times and knows a few tricks of his along with some of her own to counter. One time he beat her bad, another time there was no winner. This time who knows, maybe the 'free for all' element would distract them but for now she just turns to face Nassir and seems to be inviting him to chuck something her way, which she's by no means a stranger to.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel focuses on her next action.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Nassir
COMBATSYS: Jiro counters Body Blows from Mickey with Backlash.
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Jiro 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Nassir
Alma has arrived.
Unfortunately, Jiro doesn't get to make his mark on the man as he manages to absorb the blow with the forearms. Knowing that he'll have to make a follow up, the Justice Dog shifts his attention to face the man. While Mickey is reaching out towards him, Jiro is prepared to grasp over towards the man's hand, pivoting his hip over to grasp over at the hand, this includes a knee to the man's stomach. Poor Mickey.
While Jiro has Mickey in his grasp, the young man is prepping to swing the older man around. The former legend boxer of the amatuar league, now in the grasp of Jiro. Swinging the man around and around, the former Stray Dog. And as Jiro lifts the man high into the air, Jiro reaches out his right hand to grasp below the man's waist to support him.
Jackhammer Time.
Immediately shifting towards the ground, Justice's Hound comes down with a powerful slam, aiming to send Mickey down on his head. "Down." There is a significant cold tone to how he says it.
Mickey Rogers gets taken for a ride by the small kid, typical of his fights lately since everyone he seems to tangle with knows some kind of superhuman martial arts that lets them toss around whomever they feel like. But no matter. Mickey rolls with the impact a bit, managing to avoiding both breaking his neck as well as suffering a concussion. Mickey hops up to his feet quickly -- no standing 8 count -- and goes right back at Jiro, not returning his smarmy remark, nor showing anything in the way of emotion. His right fist glowing with a yellowish field as he makes a quick move, levelling the taped knuckles towards the chin of the street trash.
Was there going to be a fight on her end of the field..? Nobody knew, but if Nassir had not been able to make it at this point, that left Kai Gabriel as the chaos agent roll.. or to butt in. She considers this a moment. Throw an attack.. us three beat each other up.. Nassir decides to finish off the winners. Somehow this is unacceptable to her so instead she stands there and waits. If Nassir decides to fight, she'll go after him, if not perhaps Howard enterprises will just consider it a one versus one and let her pretend she didn't sign up.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel takes no action.
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Jiro 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Nassir
With Jiro and Mickey having a burlybrawl amongst themselves, it would seem natural for Gabriel and Nassir to open up the latest chapter to their relationship, right? Right? A grenade here, a Serpent Snap there, and everybody goes home happy. That would've been the plan, too, if it weren't for those invisible ties. Rolento, for whatever reason, wanted Gabriel alive...which meant he'd have to show a little restraint. Between that and the -other- discovery which will not be mentioned here (*ahem*) Nassir was highly inclined to put her on the backburner.
That left Jiro and Mickey. His change in uniform and shift in demeanor hadn't escaped the eye of the young soldier, though that didn't mean he knew what to make of it. From what few examples of the Justice uniform he saw, they tended to keep theirs in about as good a shape as the Shank Squadders did...which made his something of an anomaly. Was Jiro making a statement by wearing that one? Or was it something else?
Pulling free a thin blade, Nassir's lips pursed thoughtfully. Later, he'd have to ask the Stray Dog about it, but for now....Nassir flings the blade free from his fingers with a quarter-circle motion, metal glinting beneath the glare from the lighting, threatening to cut into Mickey's thigh.
COMBATSYS: Jiro dodges Mickey's Chopping Right.
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Jiro 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Nassir
After slamming Mickey towards the ground, Jiro immediately turns his attention straight at the man getting up. He doesn't really bother to make an attempt to try to stop him from performing his strike. When Mickey swings the right fist, Jiro immediately ducks his head back, moving away from the fist coming towards his face. THen, noticing that Nassir is coming out with the knife striking the man's thigh, Jiro doesn't want to be around for being in the path.
So, the attention falls away from Mickey, and it instead heads straight towards Nassir. He immediately leaps into the air, spinning around like a top. Justice's Hound lifts the leg up, then he yanks it off to give the man a drop kick to the stomach.
COMBATSYS: Mickey endures Nassir's Large Thrown Object.
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Jiro 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Nassir
Mickey Rogers is only partially surprised when the big right hand misses. It seems to miss a lot nowadays... not like when he was younger, and he could hit that right with such accuracy that it was scary. The only thing that is scary now is how slow he is. So Jiro is able to avoid any and all retribution from Mickey, and get away with slamming his skull into the canvas fine. Mickey catches a glance of something out of the corner of his eye though, and he turns and takes a step with his lefy leg right as the small blade catches him. He winces for a second, but his eyes show nothing but cold as he winds up his right hand again, and slings it upwards, casting a yellow arcing beam after it. As the yellow energy crackles and erupts towards Nassir, Mickey breaks his silence, snarling as he half-shouts "Burning Upper!!"
Well Everyone seems to be ripping each other up pretty well. Kai Gabriel considers this for a moment. She remembers Shinobu saying something, what was it. 'You win this fight by being as little and out of the way as possible?' That wasn't fighting spirit, how about, 'Get in there and beat them all up.' That was more like it. So with that Kai Gabriel decides to... wait for an opportunity.. and.. come up with other excuses to watch for a while.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel focuses on her next action.
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Jiro 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Nassir
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Nassir with Heavy Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
COMBATSYS: Nassir dodges Mickey's Burning Upper.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
Gabriel had the right idea, of course--you hang around, you become a memory, you end up forgotten. Don't draw attention, and you'll end up with easy pickin's by the time it's to matter. It would've been Nassir's strategy, if he felt like hanging out on the ceiling all fight long. After this exchange, it's looking like a pretty good option. That ceiling's probably got room for two, even.
Nassir started to move, noticing that he managed to break up -both- fighters instead of taking advantage of one. Going into the first steps of a low crouch, Nassir horribly misjudges Jiro's proximity and ends up eating a faceful of boot--the blast more than enough to flatten him out. The way his eyes rolled around in his head like marbles and his limbs went limp like spaghetti noodles, it's entirely likely that he was knocked out for a moment or two before the mat did him the favor of smacking him back into semiconsciousness.
<Ow.>
Thank goodness for small miracles, at least--by being flattened out, the blast of chi energy went harmlessly by the soldier. Groggily rising back to his knees, Nassir rolls to the side, grimacing as his head refused to keep the world still long enough for him to concentrate. Regardless, a hand goes up to one of those orbs on his bandolier, pulling it free and tossing it out with precious little strength behind it. As luck would have it, it was in Jiro's general direction.
COMBATSYS: Nassir successfully hits Jiro with Scorch the Earth.
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Jiro 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Nassir
That's the beauty of grenades, isn't it? With the small object lobbed off towards Jiro's direction, the young man's eyes widen. He is hoping to get away from the incoming explosion, but instead, Jiro finds himself in the Blast Zone. The explosion sends Jiro flying towards the ground. Rolling along the ground, Jiro immediately turns his head towards Gabriel, noticing that she has been out of the picture for some time.
Better change that. So instead, Jiro is sprinting at the young girl, then he immediately leaps into the air, drawing his right leg high. A snarl escapes his lips, then he is bringing the leg down like a guillotine.
It's heading right towards Gabriel's head.
Mickey Rogers just shakes his head as his Burning Upper harmlessly dissapates without ever touching anything except his fist. Mickey turns a bit, hearing the boos and the scattered chant of "You suck!" from the audience, but he doesn't say anything or otherwise acknowledge them. Mickey merely makes a quick dash move across the ring, approaching Nassir, his eyes empty and his face flat. Mickey keeps his guard up, jabbing out as he gets in range, then unloading a right hook.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel dodges Jiro's Guillotine Kick.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Nassir
ough love incoming. Ever wonder why Jiro couldn't score a girl friend? Here's why. They get out of the way when he tries to kick them in the head, or where ever else that kick could of been meant to land.
Just then she's wondering it the staff here sell anything like popcorn. She also decides that the one looking the best (besides herself) Is Jiro so she goes to return the favor and tries to jab him in the chest with her finger tips. More insulting than actually painful looking.
COMBATSYS: Mickey successfully hits Nassir with Hook Punch.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Nassir
COMBATSYS: Jiro endures Gabriel's Quick Punch.
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Jiro 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Nassir
Speaking of tough love, Nassir was about to eat a serious faceful of it himself--still groggy on the ground, it wasn't so much a punch as it was teeing off on the back of the head. Nassir finds himself quickly flattened out oncemore, punch drilling him into the canvas and knocking the soldier for a loop yet again. If he didn't do something drastic, and quickly, he'd find most of his plans going to the wayside in a hurry.
Breathe. Don't panic. Panic is the mindkiller.
Nassir twirled around to face his assailant...which is to say, spun himself back up to a knee, looking up at Mickey with wide, disbelieving eyes. A moment's contemplation, and then...action. /Surging/ upwards, The mercenary goes into a high jump powered by the force of his chi and seemingly pushed by the afterimages which trail beyond him...landing harmlessly near the ropes, leaning against them for support. Nothing to see here, gang. Move along.
Of course, that's a lie--a lie of omission, perhaps, but a lie nonetheless. Those afterimages, for the most part mirror his movements, and evaporate after a few seconds of life. Three of them, however, seem to have different intentions. Shadowy knives drawn, each makes an upward motion with designs on slashing deep into the boxer's torso and face, cashing in their leases on life and hopefully coming away with some kind of -meaning- to their existences.
Well, the Pao Pao Cafe is pretty packed for this big brawl, but most of the patrons are crowded around the fighting area, so every once in a while, there's still a booth seat free, and that's lucky for Alma Towazu, for by the way he looks, he could use a nice sitdown. The way he walks is natural enough, if a bit stiff, and he does eye the contestants with alertness and with genuine interest -- especially that Nassir character; isn't Kai-san a bit worried to see him here? -- but it all still comes off as a show of supreme resolve, considering the dark bags under his eyes and the dim light behind those orbs. There's a big folder under his arm, which he slings onto his table. It might be his art; but considering the weary way he looks at it before he turns to gaze avidly at the fight progressing, it's probably... homework. Lots of homework. So... that's why he doesn't join SNF.
As a middle-aged waiter brings the fighting model a glass of water, he pauses and says, "Hey, I know you. My daughter has a picture of you up on her wall."
It looks like it takes a moment for this to register on the poor youth's frayed mind, but remarkably keeping that mild, composed, ever-so-genuine smile, he looks up. "Really?" Then, though it's extremely subtle, there's a small hopeful look in those tired eyes. "How old is your daughter, sir?"
"She's twelve."
Alma slumps slightly, and turns back to the fight. "...right... naturally."
And there's another, more inconspicuous spectator: Sakura Kasugano. She's significantly more incognito than usual, considering the way fans tend to mob the girl if she happens to attend a Saturday Night Fight from the audience perspective. Dressed in a baggy t-shirt and equally baggy cargo shorts, the teen slips through the crowd, a bit later than she'd hoped, in an attempt to get a good view of the participants. ... Though that isn't likely, being 5'3" in the midst of a bunch of 5'6" Japanese people. So... she just takes a seat atop the bar, craning her neck to look over at the participants.
...5'6" Japanese people. Nevermind this one is half-Irish as well.
All of Kain's training... now gone to waste. Jiro's not in his exact state of mind anymore. The young man isn't in the cause of fighting for himself. Rather, Jiro, instead, is fighting under the cause of Justice.
However, the Justice student is his competition after all. So, the young man crouches low, getting to his feet. Jiro takes the punch to the face. Blood comes off from the busted lip. What an amazing impact it has. Nevertheless, his expression becomes fierce as he gives off a snarl. While the eyes are cold, his intentions are filled with malice.
There is no love lost as Jiro is socked, because during that time, he has been gathering his ki up, very close to Gabriel. In fact, Jiro is at the position of summoning his gathered chi out to the fists. The energy engulfed fists gather together, then...
... Jiro immediately springs towards Gabriel, aiming the fist to strike at her chest. With the right fist turning invertedly, the fist aims to smash against her solar plex. On impact will result an explosion to send her flying towards the tables where the couple are eating at. In other words, they better get out of the way.
COMBATSYS: Mickey endures Nassir's Phantom Patrol.
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Jiro 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Nassir
Mickey Rogers sees the spectral attack coming as the afterimages lunge towards him, knives at the ready. Mickey bends a little bit in his knees, and brings his hands up, letting the ghosts stab away at him as his spirit grows for his next strike. A greenish glowing field seems to build around his feet as the spirits slash and hack, but Mickey setadfastly keeps his hands up for the time being, until they begin to fade, while that energy field seems to build! Mickey takes a quick step, staying low, then strikes like a rattlesnake: his right hand explodes upward, that yellow flame once more present, the fiery looking fist streaking towards Nassir's chin.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel fails to reflect Exploder Knuckle from Jiro with Mimic.
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Jiro 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Nassir
Gabriel tries to give Jiro a taste of his own medicine this time, still being a little sour about the last SNF fight with him, but when she brings up her arm, hastily to deflect the bulk of the attack to send the rest back at her, it explodes more or less in her face and thus leaves her sitting on her backside looking a little surprised.
Guuhh.. though it's silent she starts to pick herself up and dust herself off. After all, looking good is more important than anything else right? At least if she didn't look good what else was there to look forward to? Needless to say for the moment she's probably opened for it
COMBATSYS: Mickey successfully hits Nassir with Crazy Upper.
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Jiro 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Nassir
It would appear that someone else has decided to be a pauper's witness to the free for all; And a rather noticeable figure to those aware of who he is. Pressing through the crowds with a subtle ease, Rolento Schugerg audibly taps his baton into the ground before folding his hands over the top; Like some elite gentlemen with a cane. His harness is fully stocked, and more then one person takes a healthy step away. Scarred beret-wearing Germans are not exactly a common thing within Southtown. His eyes appear to be focused entirely on Nassir and his quite comfortable impacts; And nothing, of course, is visible on his stoic countenance. A serene patience mayhaps, and little more.
Part of fighting is to know who is healthy and who is not. The cold, calculating eyes of the former Stray shift over towards the fight between Nassir and Mickey. It seems that the man would be in good health still, right? Right. Nassir, however, doesn't look to be doing any good. No sense of beating the dead horse.
So the cold Stray has adopted the different style. A snarl is given as he sprints towards Gabriel, reaching over towards her collar. If successful with the grab to the collar, he is going to hurl her back into the incoming ring. A feral growl accompanies the throw.
With a dull -crack- of flesh impacting bone, Nassir's head snaps backwards at an awkward angle, hands incapable of deflecting away the considerable weight of the blow and for a brief moment the boy goes slack again. From the looks of things, he never really recovered from that hellish boot of Jiro's, and it simply cost him the match.
From the looks of things, at least. In all reality, things were indeed dire for the Squad member, but he wasn't done yet, not quite. Instead of moving off or away from the ropes, Nassir stands his ground as best he can...hand briefly flicking by his bandolier to pry free a knife. Unlike the unfocused, lazy toss of the grenade, Nassir drives his arm and the knife it bore directly upwards, looking to leave it firmly entrenched in the soft part of Mickey's chin, near the throat. Brutal and extremely visceral should it happen to hit from his point-blank state, it should at least provide the youth with some breathing room.
"Hmph."
Part of fighting is to know who is healthy and who is not. The cold, calculating eyes of the former Stray shift over towards the fight between Nassir and Mickey. It seems that the man would be in good health still, right? Right. Nassir, however, doesn't look to be doing any good. No sense of beating the dead horse.
After sending the young girl flying straight into the path of the destructive explosion, the former Stray extends his hand low, letting the wave of energy dissipate. "..." Step. Step. Step.
..Step... Step...Stepstepstepstepstep...
"Hmph."
Part of fighting is to know who is healthy and who is not. The cold, calculating eyes of the former Stray shift over towards the fight between Nassir and Mickey. It seems that the man would be in good health still, right? Right. Nassir, however, doesn't look to be doing any good. No sense of beating the dead horse.
After sending the young girl flying straight into the path of the destructive explosion, the former Stray extends his hand low, letting the wave of energy dissipate. "..." Step. Step. Step.
..Step... Step...Stepstepstepstepstep...
So the cold Stray has adopted the different style. A snarl is given as he sprints towards Gabriel, reaching over towards her collar. If successful with the grab to the collar, he is going to hurl her back into the incoming ring.
Alma watches the fight with tired eyes, his homework forgotten for now. ~ I've never seen that boxer before, but at least that assassin kid is getting what's coming to him. Ha! I guess I can afford to be a bit vindictive -- paying for the restaurant damages practically bankrupted me. ~ The fighting model eyes his the Middle Eastern youth with a wry deadpan expression for a moment, but then turns his gaze to the fight between Jiro and Gabriel, and despite himself, his eyebrows raise slightly.
~ What the heck is Jiro wearing...? ~
COMBATSYS: Mickey blocks Nassir's Horrors of War.
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Jiro 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Nassir
Mickey Rogers feels the familiar old sensation of his fists crashing against someone's chin as he tries to knock Nassir's block off. The kid is still standing, though, and not just standing -- but also fumbling around a little bit for a weapon. At this range, Mickey reacts quickly, remembering both the kid and his CO's preference in close combat weapons. The flash of steel is enough to convince Mickey that he is right on the money. Pulling his arms in tight, tucking his elbows low and his head down into the bend of his arms, Mickey braces himself for the strike as best he knows how. The knife slashes at his tricep, but doesn't seem to hurt the pugilist too much. In fact, he looks a little fired up. Standing back up again, Mickey bobs his head a little bit, keeping an eye out for a counter-attack, and then, confident that he can make his move, unloads.
And "unloads" is the right word. Starting with a laser-like left jab, Mickey unloads a dozen hard left and rights, both of his fists burning yellow as the flash at Nassir's face, chest, and midsection. The jab is followed bu a straight right, then a left hook, a right hook, a right uppercut, then back to a left jab... and so it goes, till the massive combination has been fired off with such speed that its hard to tell what punch comes when.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel blocks Jiro's Quick Throw.
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Jiro 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Nassir
Dealing with the throw was more a matter of landing well rather than actually avoiding getting flung in the first place. That was at least what Kai Gabriel seemed to have in mind while she was watching the incoming stray. An expression flashes across her face now, irritation, annoyance. Something was getting on her nerves just now and it was hard to say what it was. Somewhere down there she was making a mental note about what to do when this was over. Like a laundry list.
So having carefully rolled out of taking too much hurt from being thrown, her next item is to take care of Jiro. She seems to think she'll return an earlier favor. Pity he doesn't shout out ridiculous words when he attacks, she'll have to simply go with
"Repent!"
Before totally stealing his exploder knuckle and making a two fisted attack toward his solar plexus (aiming to send him at another table of eating people). Only her attack is all exploder and no knuckle.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel successfully hits Jiro with Mimic.
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Jiro 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Nassir
COMBATSYS: Nassir counters Rush Combination from Mickey with Indoctrination.
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Jiro 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
On one hand, Nassir couldn't be /angry/ about that outcome...if he managed to hit and hit clean, it would've been a mess large enough to possibly cause legal ramifications. While Nassir wasn't worried about the pursuit of the police, he was worried about making it impossible to continue with the training regimen handed to him by Holly Wood. There was more to fear in Wood, after all, than any police officer Southtown could conjure up.
Shut up. That was not an intentional pun. J--just shut it.
As the knife finds a happy home in Mickey's upper arm, Nassir busied himself by drawing free another pair of knives--these ones considerably larger, full blown combat knives that almost look a little silly in the dimunitive Nassir's hands. By the time the boxer moved to unload on the soldier boy, there's no Nassir to catch the blows. Jumping high off of the turnbuckles, Nassir somersaulted through the air, plunging those knives of his downwards into unprotected flesh around the neck and shoulders. Adding injury to insult are those afterimages of his, charting his flight path from ground to turnbuckle to behind Mickey, stabbing downwards with their illusory blades to similar effect. Landing in a deep crouch, Nassir spat up a gout of blood, staining the ring where Mickey might've likely missed.
Unfortunately, Jiro isn't too successful on sending the woman off with a message in the throw. No matter. Jiro will have to deal with the young woman in his own way. While making his way towards Gabriel, Jiro immediately turns his attention towards her. He snarls right at her, then he is sprinting her way at an incredible speed. At least.... Until she forms a burst of energy to send Jiro flying.
He flies... he flies...
Meanwhile...
A couple are eating, enjoying the fight, however, their focus are also with each other. A black haired man with glasses and a black suit and a young girl with black short hair, she looks to be eightteen.
The man smiles, "Mizuki... You've made me a happy man when I first laid my eyes on you.. I am.. I am glad to have you.. But..." He starts to get off of the seat, kneeling down. "But..."
"Oh Kiyoshi..."
"Will you marr---..."
...
...
...
*CRASH!* Jiro goes into the table, interrupting what would of been a nice proposal. The screams of the couple accompany the crash. Groaning in pain, the feral Justice-hound growls. "Grrrr...." Clenching his fist, then he pushes his balance over to the other side.
Bearing his fangs, Jiro immediately sprints straight at Gabriel, snarling viciously as he draws both fists back. The focused eyes hone in on Gabriel as he leaps towards her direction, aiming to grab her towards the shoulder, aiming to throw her to the air once more. But he looks like he's preparing for something to go along with the trip.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel dodges Jiro's Helldrive.
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Jiro 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Nassir
Alma's been eyeing Jiro with a curious look on an otherwise mild expression, but he turns back to his homework just in time to miss his friend getting thrown into a table. Just then, however, his cellphone rings. "Alma Towazu. Who is this...? What? Really?" He blinks, his version of surprise. "Uh... y-y-yes. Yes, sir, I'll be right there! Thank you!"
And then, quickly gathering up his things, the mystery of Jiro's new outfit forgotten, Alma books it right out of there, muttering to himself something to effect of "better get some coffee for this".
Alma leaves the cafe.
Everything is going swimmingly, it seems -- Mickey has his opponent on the ropes and is setting him up for a the knockout. That is the plan anyway. Like so much else in his life, things don't go as Mickey plans for them to go. As Nassir flips and flops around him, all he feels is the stabbing teeth of the little knives as they jam themselves into his neck and shoulders and collarbone, spurts of blood shooting out of each and every wound. Mickey slumps over, grabbing at the gushing slashes on his person, letting out a bone chilling scream of agony as he does. Blood and spit combine to roll off of his face and stain the canvas while the blood soaks through his fist taping, turning them dull red. Fighting back to his feet, Mickey grits his teeth hard, staring down Nassir with those hard steel eyes. And Mickey, bloody and bruised, then begins something quite remarkable. His fists clenched tightly, that same green energy begins to grow around the Tragic Pugilist once more. He lefts out a half groan, half shout as the power surges within him, his spirit growing to levels rarely seen in someone of his station in life. The scream begins to take over, and the field grows more intense, as do his eyes. Then, with a suddenness reminiscint of a car wreck, Mickey springs his hands up to a defensive stance, then his right arm flashes again -- buring yellow green fire, streaking through the air with the faint scent of ozone and burnt rubber as the spirit energy crashes and jets from Mickey's fist, streaking directly for Nassir's sternum. One last attack, one chance.
"BURNING UPPER!!"
Shock and Alarm! Their wedding.. Ruined! Mizuki.. Mild mannered. Always a quiet girl, mostly reserved and very proper. Dark featured she was considered somewhat shy, timid mysterious and always dreamed of the day her prince would sweep her off her feet. Her parents used to always say her head was in the clouds.
During High school she was the target of countless affections, but none could steal her heart away, so she pined away at the hope. . The dream. Enter college. She finally met the prince that would sweep her off her feet, not get.. Jiro thrown into him. The ring comes sailing from the small box toward Kai Gabriel who also notices Jiro barreling toward her like a ping pong ball. In a deft display of making amends for her wrong doing, she pushes off a chair, jumps clear over Jiro's head an catches the ring in the air.
"Please forgive me, I did not mean to harm this most blessed occasion.. May the merciful Lady's rays be opun you.."
"Merciful what??! You just ruined our prop-"
Merciful what. That was all Kai Gabriel had to hear to go from consoling and apologetic to screw this. She instead of returning the ring chucks it at Jiro's head.
COMBATSYS: Nassir negates Burning Upper from Mickey with Horrors of War.
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Jiro 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Nassir
So then, when it was all said and done? Nassir and Mickey alike appeared to be ready to climb into caskets and drive away in the hearse. Blood and guts spread out for all of the spectators both here and around the world to see, one might presume that was what the Saturday Night Fights were all about. The blood and tears of your fellow man, on display if you've got a 50-spot and some time to kill. Both fighters were hurt, but neither one could stop now. Stopping now just wasn't in their blood, it wasn't in the mind of any /real/ fighter.
As the fireball threatens to knock Nassir into next week, Nassir prepared a knife, spinning it in his hands for a half-second while the chi energies built up around it, afterimages cast in the spin before flying free from his hand. A bright explosion results in a fairly decent lightshow...the fireball dissipated, but also knocking the knife far enough out of it's intended target that it skitters harmlessly down to the second row.
COMBATSYS: Jiro blocks Gabriel's Thrown Object.
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Jiro 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Nassir
Staring at the incoming wedding ring coming his way, Jiro immedately lifts a hand up as to capture it. Capturing it in his grasp, he looks at the object, then he sees the man who was going to propose lying on the ground in shock. Jiro just tosses the ring to the man's hand, shrugging. Becoming annoyed with Gabriel, Jiro is charging straight her way. He snarls angrily as he is sprinting her way.
What is he aiming to do?
Jiro immediately swings his right hand out, aiming to clothesline her towards the ground.
Mickey Rogers just stares in disbelief as the ball of fire ends up doing little more than sending a knife scattering away. He has that same look that Apollo Creed has in the 15th round of _Rocky_. He's thrown everything he had, and still his opponent is standing. And unlike Apollo, his opponent clearly has the upper hand. But Mickey is not going down just yet. Mickey pushes forward once again, the blood covering his white shirt and hand-tape. He manages to keep his guard up, but his jabs don't have much on them as he tries to box in... but Mickey, in one last surge of effort, throws a straight right hand with all that he can muster, trying to catch Nassir on the temple and put him down on the canvas.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel interrupts Strong Punch from Jiro with Serpent Coil.
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Jiro 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Nassir
Okay. So just to make sure we have the order of operations right.. First Jiro tries to throw Gabriel into a lovey dovey table with his exploder knuckles. It works for the most part, then Gabriel does it back to Jiro, followed by some heretics getting their just deserts and a fair maiden trying to send a ring back toward him as a sign of fairness and friendship which he catches.. then he tries to knock her down and violate her. This is where Kai Gabriel draws the line.
First she goes, "EEK" so he thinks she'll be an easy score, then she twists away from the initial attack and deflects most of the blow harmlessly away, then she unravels her body and returns the rest of the force back the way it came - namely at Jiro's face in a display of back fisted FURY! Though her hand is opened so a fist is a bad word to use. The religious crusader of light and all things good seems to be satisfied all the same.
COMBATSYS: Mickey successfully hits Nassir with Medium Punch.
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Jiro 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Nassir
Going after Nassir's head was ultimately a pretty good idea...seemingly every time Jiro gets ahold of him, the mercenary ends up with a brand new neck injury, grinding bone against bone in there and likely ensuring that even if he doesn't end up dead on the battlefield within a few years, his 40's will see him completely and totally incapable of standing up without shooting pains. He'd just have to hope that by then, the dream of utopia will be a reality.
Too much thinking, not enough fighting. Ten yard penalty, repeat second down.
Nassir ends up drilled in the top of his head, shock shooting throughout his body and sending him down to all fours. Willpower alone kept him even mildly conscious, aware of the fact that he'd only have a few seconds left to do something and make it count. Rearing back into a seated position, Nassir tipped his head upwards to regard the victor...or at least the victor between the two of them.
<I cannot be displeased with your effort, only my own. Still, you have a test left before you.>
Snapping the saftey free on his sidearm, Nassir pulled the firearm up to bear, hand shaky as he moved to hoist it to level...settling for the boxers' kneecap.
<Your final test begins here and now.>
And with that, Nassir depressed the trigger, filling the Cafe with the staccato barking laughter of his semiautomatic spray.
COMBATSYS: Nassir can no longer fight.
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Jiro 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-======|
As Gabriel puts him under the Serpent's Coil, Jiro is releasing a writhing his from his lips as he is trying to fight against the force. That hand does come at his face, sending her far back. It is what makes things a living pain. Jiro grunts, then he tumbling back.
"Arrggghh...." He lifts his head up, the eyes becoming vicious as he clenches his fist. A growl curls on his lips, then he immediately sprints towards Gabriel. Lifting his right hand back, Jiro is aiming to slam his fist towards her stomach. Not only that, but he's following through with a punch to the chest, a punch to the face, and another punch towards the chest, then he makes an incoming strike towards her stomach with his elbow.
He's not going to stop there.
COMBATSYS: Nassir successfully hits Mickey with Semiautomatic Spray.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Gabriel
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Mickey Rogers connects... and it seems to shock him as much as it does Nassir. He blinks as he sees Nassir tumble down to the canvas, almost as bloody a mess as he is. So it is understandable that he is not too quick on the uptake as Nassir pulls a -gun-. Before he has enough time to be apalled, Mickey instinctively hits the deck and tries to cover up as best he can. The blast of bullets ends up winging him in the shoulder, drawing more blood from the boxer to mix with that which is already drawn. After a moment, Mickey looks up, blinking the blood out of his eyes as he tries to get back on his feet. Wobbling on rubber legs, Mickey leans on the ropes for support, looking from Nassir to the other two combatants. His head is cloudy, and Mickey looks a lot worse for wear, but he puts his gloves up one more time. He is content to suck air for the time being.
COMBATSYS: Mickey focuses on his next action.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Gabriel
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COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Gabriel with Rhino Ravager.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Gabriel
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Mickey 0/-------/-======|
After unleashing the several punches along her form, the last elbow is enough to put her to a distance where Jiro can get a good grip on her. That same elbow that strucked her stomach unwinds as it reaches towards her collar. Lifting her up, Jiro meets his face with her own.
With the fist drawn back, Jiro gives out a snarl. "SEI!" The fist soon comes forward like a massive wrecking ball. "DO!" The exact power is enough to send her flying towards the wall, where the crowd is thankfully clear.
This is one of those attacks that keeps hurting for a while and that Gabriel can tell from the get go she isn't going to enjoy. Now that leaves her with some problems. One, Mickey, two Jiro. Both of which are unpleasant and going to require some thought to get through. All of this is going while she forms a side ways V in the air and skids to a halt on her bottom. On the bright side, it actually didn't hurt as much as it probably could have. An attack like that could of likely turn her in half if she wasn't at least ready - which she apparently was from the attempt to shield herself from the force. Still Jiro is possibly looking a little worse off than her, it's hard to judge, but she wasn't trying to consider it for herself, but for Mickey.
And so Gabriel makes a decision, casually picks up a spoon flips it around in her hand and chucks it at his head. The spoon though isn't alone and likely not going to hurt him - it's the plate that comes swirling behind it that would probably do any real damage.
COMBATSYS: Mickey overcomes Thrown Object from Gabriel with Rolling Upper.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Gabriel
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Mickey Rogers is apparently not out of danger just jet. He looks up in time to see two parts of a dinnerware set being flung at him. Now THAT is not something you see every day. To his credit, despite bleeding profusely from many, many wounds caused by the tenacious young soldier, Mickey reacts quickly, bouncing up off the ropes and uppercutting the sky, summoning enough spirit to pull off another unusual attack. As his fist glows and arcs upwards, once more Mickey releases his spirit into a physical form -- but instead of the ball of energy he has throw before, this time it takes the form of a wave of fiery energy which streaks across the canvas, right back at Gabriel. It takes its toll, though, as Mickey once more slumps over, grabbing onto the ropes.
Of course, although Jiro is done unleashing his rage on poor Gabriel, he's not going to let her have a good time with taking out the competition. So, Jiro is going to plan out a small strategy, which involves dealing with her and Mickey. Or rather, get Mickey to help out in taking the young girl out.
So, Jiro walks towards Gabriel while she throws the spoon and plate.. He grunts, then he quickly throws his right leg out with a harsh roundhouse kick towards Gabriel's face.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel dodges Jiro's Heavy Kick.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Gabriel
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COMBATSYS: Mickey successfully hits Gabriel with Rolling Upper.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Gabriel
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Getting out of the way of Jiro's kick wasn't quite so hard, but darting back didn't save her the fire ball flying toward her. This one connects dead on and puts her down on the ground, laid out completely and she just well.. Stays there. Dust.. ash .. and a whole lot of other stuff to contend with, Gabriel picks herself up out of the rubble and realizes that she went from doing great to doing really awful. Give anyone a one on one battle and turn it into a two on one and that will happen. It isn't certain of course, but she seems fairly certain the rest of this fight - for her anyway, will be attacks coming her way. Somehow she seems to decide not to change that just yet. Instead of moving she just stands there.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel focuses on her next action.
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Jiro 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Gabriel
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Mickey Rogers is not so surprised that the Rolling Upper hit. His confidence returning -- that, or his blood loss is starting to mount -- Mickey staggers back to his feet again. He stares down Jiro, the kid who jumped him to start this match. Mickey clenches his teeth once more and breathes raggedly as he begins to focus his spirit one more time, amazingly. "Hey Dawg," Mickey says as loud as he can in this state (barely above normal speaking volume, that is). "You want to take me out? Well, like a friend of mine said once..." Mickey trails off as he rears back with his right hand for what looks like a haymaker... from across the ring?! His fists blaze bright yellow as Mickey pulls his fist back, like he is charging the attack up. "Ask for it with your power! COOOOOOMMMMMMET GALE!" And with that, Mickey catapults his right hand straight forward, a football-shaped bomb of energy being shot, cannon-like, from it. Then, Mickey quickly fires a second shot, this one from his left hand. Both the energy balls spiral towards Jiro like Jake Delhomme looking to nail Keary Colbert.
COMBATSYS: Mickey successfully hits Jiro with Comet Gale.
- Power hit! -
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His eyes flicker over towards Mickey when he is called. Jiro stares at him. He's rather emotionless this time. Jiro grunts when he sees the incoming foot-ball shapedbomb of energy shooting out towards him. Then, another one comes his way. Jiro is trying to avoid the incoming strike.
Unfortunately, the blasts strike him towards the stomach, and then.... he grugs.... His eyes shift over towards Gabriel, as he is sprinting straight her way. He is at a losing position... Who should he take out... or at least try to with the strength he has left?
His eyes focus on Mickey and Gabriel.
His eyes set sight on Gabriel. So, Jiro is sprinting her way, immediately coming out towards her. He is aiming to launch his right foot towards her cheek. But he doesn't plan to stop there.
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Gabriel
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Gabriel with Public Execution.
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Gabriel
Not only does he release the kick towards her face, but he is driving forward with another round house kick to the back of his head, then a hook kick, and then a somersault kick towards her chest. Then, he unleash his foot out towards her stomach.
Rapidly smashing the foot out, Jiro immediately launches his foot into the air, aiming to send Gabriel into the air as well.
While spinning, the young man gives out a grunt as he says, "PUBLIC EXECUTION!" And to top it all off....
The right foot comes down towards her head like a guillotine.
Performing the final execution. If he's going down, Gabriel is going down -WITH- him.
Jiro wants to take her down with him? He'll get his wish. Maybe he was hoping that she might explode with some crazy light and take down Mickey too. Maybe she had the energy to do it, but as a trickle of blood moves down her forehead she instead decides to attack Jiro.. How? By doing nothing. She simply drops down and pants deeply.
"I would of.. Offered.. you a tie anyway.. Rogers-san.. If I managed to .. evade it." She gives a weak little smile and says, "I'm sure Mister Howard would prefer that we.. do as much damage as we can.. Let this be my message to the .. management.. these blood baths.. Forget them."
And she promptly does nothing.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Gabriel can no longer fight.
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Mickey 0/-------/-------|
And then... Jiro collapses.
Mickey Rogers just stares through eyes half-lidded from blood and sweat at the carnage that is playing out before him. Mickey feels like a speactator, like he is out in the audience watching himself watch these two kids damn near kill each other. His mind races through memories which have all but faded for most everyone else in the world, but remain vivid and sharp in his mind even with the pumelling he has taken tonight. Images flash through his brain of a man motionless on the mat, his mouth agape and his eyes staring blankly into canvas, of a rush of doctors and medics and the dizzying lights and screaming. Mickey can do no more, the bloodloss is starting to get to him. He slumps down on his knees, gasping for breath. But then...
The cheers begin to filter through his damaged skull and into his brain. The cheers which he hasn't heard in years, the adoration of a man using all that he has to beat his opponent into submission. The only adulation Mickey Rogers has ever known. Mickey looks up, then around, and with one fighting motion is up to one foot... and then the other. Mickey looks around the cafe, his face a mix of confusion and bruises. But it only takes him a few seconds before he raises his arms up above his head, and then holds up his right index finger out in front of his face.
"I'm NUMBAH OOONNNNE!"
Shinobu sits back, looking at Micky, and cocks her head. "That was close... shouldn't brag so much...", she mumbles, before walking over to crouchg over Gabriel. "...." The idea of somebody giving up at the last moment is kind of troubling to her, noble reason or no. Why cheer if you're going to just have your cheeree fall over? She stands up, looking over to Mickey, and starts to make her way out.
"I need to stop these.. official fights for a while." Kai manages. Apparently no one is coming to be her friend and right about now, she kind of wishes someone would. So the girl picks herself up and sniffles a little. It's clear she wanted to win. A glance is spared at Jiro while the medics help her and she makes them stop.
"Jiro.. I will help you become yourself again." She murmurs, "Because.." she doesn't finish.
Log created by Jiro, and last modified on 08:46:04 07/25/2005.