SNF 2005.07 - Rolento vs Vice

Description: Fashionably late for the start of the match, Vice manages to steal victory from Rolento despite a last-ditch chance at embarassment. (Winner: Vice)

This is not exactly Rolento's most preferred of locations. The gymnasium is an enclosed area, and thusly is limiting as far as air support is concerned. But there's little to do but /make/ do. Arriving somewhat early as opposed to directly on the money, Rolento is presently going over his ordinance a fair bit away from the lingering crowds and mulling video cameras. He seems to be mainly checking something upon an obscenely heavy grenade, even testing the resistance of the pin upon being pulled before slotting it back beneath his vest. The baton remains slotted in the back of his harness, and Rolento finally lifts up a stopwatch. He presses a button exactly when the match is scheduled to start, and only then bothors to check if Vice might be present. He looks distracted, almost to the point of being annoyed. He had signed up for this encounter before... certain matters began, and wishes he withdrawed after all. At least he can make it quick, one way or another.

A minute passes after the starting time...
Two minutes...three... four...

...and -then- Vice deigns to show up, striding through the doors and into the gym proper, a cordon of security guards keeping the crowd away from Vice... mostly for their own protection. If Vice knew about Rolento's tight schedule, would she have hurried? Not likely. In any event, the Orochi woman steps to her side of the gym with a 'civilized', straight posture, and long, languid steps, a secret little smile on her lips as she allows her eyes to roam over Rolento. "You again?" she calls out in her deep voice, before running a hand up the front of the crimson and black outfit she was most famous for, her hands pausing on both of her shoulders. "...what are you doing outside of the alleys, -filth-?"

Exasperation is mildly apparent upon Rolento's features as Vice deems it neccesary to be tardy, yet lingers for less then an instant before resolving itself to a firm and neutral expression. There's no sign of worry upon the commando, not in the slightest. He pulls out his baton in a fluid snap, twirling it once and impacting the palm of his hand. "I'm afraid the reasons for my participation in these weekly exhibition matches are mine and mine alone. You are not on a need to know basis." Rolento then strides towards Vice, his own stance perfectly disciplined, reeking of his military life. Flowing into his unique combat stance -- casual, unimpressive, and a tad comical, he slowly makes something of a smirk. "I'm afraid I am in a hurry. Even such a minute span of time as this will interfere with my present occupation. Forgive me if I appear... hasty." This is said during the introductions, the voice low and flat -- obviously intended for the Orochi alone. Then, the command to fight.
Literally a fraction of a second after that, before the ring even finishes echoing, Rolento has hurled himself towards Vice with an obscenely aggressive countenance. His baton wrenches backwards, before he unleashes a devestating strike towards the side of her head, attempting to knock the girl into the ground with all the grace of a mallet into stone.

COMBATSYS: Rolento has started a fight here.

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Rolento          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here.

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Vice             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Rolento

COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Rolento's Mekong Delta.

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Vice             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0          Rolento

Vice's arm lifts, intercepting the incoming strike with a forearm, the body of the Orochi woman tensing visibly as her lips curl back with a hiss at the pain arching through her arm. But still... the blocking arm does not waver in the least, as she stares with a sudden angry gaze towards Rolento. The strike of baton on arm was likely akin to striking a brick wall with the same. "-Filth-." is carried along the sound of that hiss, as Vice drops down to one knee, -hopefully- before Rolento can get too far away...
...and then her hands lash out towards the German's legs, Vice making the attempt to grab his shins, one in each of her hands. Should she get a hold there... Vice would rise back unto her feet, curling her lip in disgust as she yanks backwards to deposit Rolento unto his back... moments before a wordless cry of exertion, and Vice using that grip upon his legs to throw him as hard as she can at the ceiling of the gymnasium. She liked enclosed spaces. More things to bash people against.

COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Vice's Black End.

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Vice             0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0          Rolento

Immediately the baton withdraws, and Rolento begins to spin it in an impossibly fluid manner. Grasped by the ankles abruptly, however, there's little to do but let out a sudden grunt as he impacts the ground just prior to being hurled at the ceiling. That was actually the most painful aspect of the assault; As he manages to whirl around, and impacts the ceiling in an impressive upside-down crouch. Immediately he launches himself off it, rearing back his baton and once more beginning to spin it into a blur. He lashes out just as he impacts the ground, whirling around after regaining his balance in a whirling backhand and ending with a final thrust towards Vice's stomach. It is about as beautiful as Rolento's technique gets -- impressive, but all in all significantly more painful then anything else. "You appear as personable as ever..."

COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Rolento's Patriot Circle.

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Vice             0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0          Rolento

Starting off-balance because of her throw, Vice was barely able to recover her balance in time for the first whirling swing of Rolento's baton. Eyes widening, Vice takes a long step away from the incoming baton, the baton passing just centimeters away from her body... and when the stomach thrust comes, Vice slinks to one side, sidestepping it. Her motions weren't particularly fast, so to speak... but very, very fluid. And from that sidestep, Vice makes a counterattack, a gruff "HA!" passing her lips before she steps forward, snapping out her hands for Rolento's face. "Still using -gibberish WORDS!" she gasps as if in ectasy, hoping to drive her fingernails into the soft flesh of Rolento's cheeks. Should her hands find purchase... she would drag them back towards herself, running her tongue over her lips... moments before lifting a foot, to deliver a sharp, and strong kick to one of Rolento's shins. The intent was to drive him down to one knee, to give her the time to back away a bit.

COMBATSYS: Rolento endures Vice's Death Blow!!

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Vice             0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0          Rolento

That reaction, slow or measured, was not expected. Rolento had attempted to compensate for evasion by merely assaulting a large space and shifting for movements, but she managed to scarcely evade such. And there's no reliable way to evade the present assault; So Rolento actually allows it to strike him, face grasped even as a grenade is yanked off the harness. As he's struck in the shin, he unleashes one of his destructive orbs; It bounces once in a brilliant arc, and would explode less then a foot behind her unless she's again a rapid creature. It's enough to echo hellishly in the gym, people gasping and ducking as small pieces of shrapnel fly around. Rolento takes the time regardless to back away, a mild limp visible and thin arcs of blood trailling down his face. But the baton is raised defensively upwards, and his stance remains one of aggression as opposed to defense.

COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Vice with Grenadier.

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Vice             1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0          Rolento

The grenade does do what it was intended to. Vice hadn't seen, or bothered to pay attention to the fact that he bounced a grenade behind her... and with that explosion that bathes the back of her clothes with flame, and sends shrapnel to tear into the entire back side of the woman, Vice is driven down to one knee, her wide eyes staring at the ground below, in disbelief. "Filthy... -damned-... -GARBAGE-!" Vice shrieks as she lifts her eyes again towards Rolento, the pupils of which were wavering rapidly, her expression displaying the sheer -anger- that she felt.
"Kill you!" Vice says in a grating shriek, as she rises to her feet, and begins to charge the merc. "I'll DAMNED KILL YOU!" Vice didn't notice the hole burned in the back of her top, revealing the tattooed head of a crimson serpent on the olive skin of her back... as she nears Rolento, she snaps out a hand to attempt to grab the man by the neck, hoping to grab him with a none-too-gentle grasp around the throat.

COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Rolento with Withering Atlas.

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Vice             0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1          Rolento

Vice's fingers tighten around the throat of Rolento, before she hefts the merc up off of his feet, the woman releasing a hissing breath as she slams him unto his back violently on the ground below. Bending over backwards with a angry yowl at the ceiling above, the Orochi woman bends her knees before launching herself into the air, that yowl turning into a insane peal of laughter on her way down, the woman tucking her legs beneath herself... to land knee-first in Rolento's gut, before the woman rolls away.

This is certainly an uncomfortable turn of events. Rolento had attempted to snap backwards, ceasing in the beginning of interposing the baton. Yet he doesn't appear to be too unhappy by this particular turn of events, impacting the ground with a grunt. Rolento attempted to roll away from the follow-up, but just gets nailed in the spine for his trouble. Slowly he shifts back to his feet, stance spreading and breath leaving in something of a ragged gasp. With a lurch he comes upright, turning around and twirling his baton once. He's obviously quite the durable individual if nothing else. Vice is rather exhilerating to combat, that's for sure. "Impressive technique... But we will see if pure violence can beat pure discipline."

COMBATSYS: Rolento focuses on his next action.

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Vice             0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1          Rolento

Oh, Vice liked Rolento's... durability. Trust her, she did. The peal of laughter at the start of the manuever had died down into a low sort of chuckle, the auburn-haired Orochi's grin spreading wide across her face as she begins to slowly stride towards Rolento. No longer was she caring about appearances, either. She was hunched forward severely, her arms dangling loosely from their sockets... her face downturned, but her eyes upturned. All the better to stare at the man from the tops of her eyes, mmm?
"Snap, snap, snap..." she whispers, before lurching forward, approaching Rolento in a half-run. Reaching out a hand quickly as she nears, Vice hopes to grab that baton of his... to yank him closer to her with a solid yank, the baton released in favour of Vice grabbing him by the hips, and attempting to roll him up unto her shoulder, giving Rolento a nice view of the ceiling as his back rests on her shoulder... and then Vice would bodily lift the man over her head, before slamming him as hard as she can into the ground below. Crude, simple... but fairly effective.

COMBATSYS: Rolento endures Vice's Mithan's Robe.

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Vice             0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1          Rolento

Well, everything does appear to go as planned. Rolento is lifted up, but something else would immediately become apparent. Rolento managed to reach his hand into his vest during the intermediary; And he does impact the ground, with his newfound charge allowed to fall to the ground heavily. He begins to roll away, releasing three more of these delightful orbs before a gargantuan explosion tears through. This is an HE anti-vehicle grenade; Which might be bad enough were Vice not juggled upon three more, before being sent a burning wreck some distance away. Rolento's badly hurt, and his little suicidal exploits were probably not the most condusive to success beyond expediancy, but he's content enough. The fight has progressed swiftly, which is exactly what he planned. And the war is not nearly over yet...

COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Rolento's Mine Sweeper.

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Vice             0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0          Rolento

However swift Rolento may intend the fight to be... painful on both sides. As Rolento falls, releasing those deadly bombs as he goes, Vice, her hands moving with a speed she didn't know she could do, snatches the first bomb out of the air before it can strike the ground, and tosses it after Rolento's roll, the woman nonetheless caught in the explosion of the second bomb, which draws a cry of pain from Vice... but she wasn't quite juggled like Rolento might like. Instead, she was blown away from the rest of the explosions. Thems the breaks, mmm?

COMBATSYS: Rolento overcomes Thrown Object from Vice with Thrown Object.

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Vice             0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0          Rolento

Well, Rolento appears to be mildly surprised that one of his own bombs was hurled towards him. Mainly given that the fuse was less then a second; But he reacts smoothly enough, viciously striking the orb and sending it screaming back towards Vice before it detonates yet again in an impressive enough display of explosive might. He's down but not exactly out, at least thus far. "Pfft. Hasty."

COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Vice with Thrown Object.

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Vice             0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0          Rolento

Well, Vice had been moving fast before. She wasn't moving fast now. Lifting up her eyes just in time to see the incoming bomb, Vice curls her lip and attempts to sidestep out of the way... but the bomb strikes her straight in the face, knocking her flat upon her back, and singing the front of her clothing. For a moment, Vice simply lays there, before smoothly rising to her feet, the woman's glare as firey as the explosive she had just been struck with.
Instead of her usual growl or shout, there was silence. Silence but for the sound of rapid footfalls as Vice begins to dash towards Rolento, hissing her breath between her clenched teeth as she charges him... but not directly. Her intent was to pass him, snatching out a hand for his shoulder as she goes. She wouldn't stop running if she gets a hold of him there, hopefully yanking him off of his feet to drag him about, before throwing Rolento at the closed doors of the gym.

COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Rolento with Gore Fest.

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Vice             0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0          Rolento

Well, Rolento now knows what it feels like to be dragged around. Not that it's anything not familiar, but it seems he managed to quickly settle the conflict; A shame that it had to end up in this regard, but such doesn't matter with the game prepared as it is. He impacts the doors of the gym, and actually smashes through. He rolls to a stop well outside, laying somewhat sprawled with a dark grunt. Before slowly raising, and yanking off a final grenade. He holds it up, as if a grand trophy, before rearing back and hurling it as hard as he can. It's actually intending to pelt Vice in the face before detonating; But more to hopefully blow off more of her clothing then anything else. There's no chance of a double defeat, Rolento is more then aware of that. "Enough games. You win, cleanly! Yet our third fight I will not be distracted." Rolento then pauses, as if considering Vice in a new light. He rubs his chin, but then appears to opt not to voice whatever might of flitted into mind. He's badly winded, and likely could endure being slapped around a little bit more if it wasn't prudent to -- well, remain conscious and able to run his army. Such annoyances, that.

COMBATSYS: Rolento can no longer fight.

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Vice             0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Vice with Grenadier.
- Power hit! -

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Vice             1/-----==/=======|

Vice was nearly shivering with pleasure now, as she stares off after Rolento's fallen body, her eyes widening as her gaze grows more and more distant, a pleasured moan leaving Vice's lips... one that was cut off by the grenade slapping against her nose, the woman's head jerking back as her mind makes sudden return to reality... just in time for her face and throat to be bathed in pain from the shrapnel and fires of the explosion, holes burning in the front of her clothes, the embers of such falling down the inside of her top, and causing minor, if distracting burns... and Vice screams.
She hated being burned, -loathed- it. Still standing as the announcer declares her the winner, the Orochi woman's eyes turn unfocused as she simply stares at the ceiling, breathing deep, haggard breaths... and then Vice slowly drops that unfocused gaze to Rolento, spouting one simple, familiar word, with all the venom in her voice that she can muster. "/-Filth-/"

And now, Rolento appears to be quite pleased. Had he geared the strike to instead cause damage, it's doubtful Vice would still be standing. However, he's content enough with the present state of affairs. "Your violence is admirable, Vice. Mayhaps you can have some fun shortly..." This is almost said sidelong, as Rolento then grasps a suddenly descended zipline from the awaiting helicopter. She's given an amiable enough salute, before he zips upwards in a flash of motion and vanishes from sight inside the gym. A brief but envigorating workout, yes -- but now, he has a world-shattering event to finish concocting!

Log created by Vice, and last modified on 15:29:05 07/30/2005.