Description: If any fight is a dream fight, this is it, my friends. Alma Towazu, the fairest of them all, gets his one and only shot to paddle out of the kiddie pool and best the man he's only allowed himself to be passive-aggressive at so far: Benimaru "Sparky" Nikkaido. Epic, dude. But wait: who is that shadowy figure watching from the sidelines!? (Winner: Alma)
The screen is pitch black. Quiet white noise fades into audibility, and gradually grows lower until it becomes more obviously the cheering of many adoring fans. This lasts for a moment. Until a voice that sounds suspiciously like the voice of the announcer from Street Fighter Alpha 3 shouts out: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for... Match of the Millenium: Dream Match OIC Tournament!"
There's a pause. Then he adds, seemingly as an afterthought:
"GO FOR BROKE!"
<< cue intense overdriven guitar >>
> Select Your Fighter!
> Selected, Player One: Alma Towazu. Selecting Outfit. Selecting Alternate Outfit. Selecting Alternate Alternate Outfit. Selecting ALTERNATE Alternate Outfit. (the sound of unsatisfied muttering from the player; moments pass; frantic button mashing is heard; the sound of disbelieving laughter before one last button is pressed) Secret Outfit Selected!!
> Stage Selected: Shrine to Beauty
Pillars of shattered white marble designate the bounds of this expansive and highly tasteful arena, built to look like an ancient ruin of a temple. It is, however, a testament to the huge difference between something being "ruined" and something being a "ruin". Anyone with any aesthetic sense will be awed immediately by a strange hunch that whoever built this, millenia ago, was planning out exactly how it would look once it had fallen apart, and that this ruin, rather than the ancient finished product, was the actual artistic goal. It's a beauty. Statues of gods and goddesses are scattered with artful carelessness across the cracked marble expanse, and a giant bronze fountain, depicting a handsome youth riding a whale through the seas, still functions as well as ever.
There is a flicker of light, and then with a burst of cherry blossoms, a tall glowing white form emerges from the ether. The pink petals decay and vanish as they leave the shining figure, and it becomes apparent that the petals are not actually material, but simply motes of light. They continue to fly up into the air. And, uh, continue. And continue. Man, they're just *pouring* off this guy. You can't even get a look at his face yet.
> Player 2: Benimaru Nikaido. Or rather Another Another Benimaru.
Is this another one of those 'Dream Matches' again? If it is then already a long-haired blonde has a distinct advantage over one he's had a grudge against for a very long time- Assuming his opponent is who he thinks he is. The one great thing about such a match is that somehow, Benimaru always ends up more beautiful. More beautiful thank the marble pillars, moreso than the gorgeous landscape in the background. Hell, even more than his opponent! So needless to say, the bored look on his face is warrented.
The wind of petals is only noticed by one tall spectator, clad in a white.. Uh.. Cloak, it's probably a cloak of sorts (worn over a black long-sleeved shirt) with dark blue hems that match the color of the headband worn over his head that holds up a massive strand of golden hair. How massive is it? Tall enough for Benimaru to sit on as it's currently formed in a long chairish pattern that suspends him in the air. In his hand, a little silver mirror, as he purrs in his usual gentle tone, "Mirror, mirror, in my hand.. Who is the fairest in the land?"
Oh yeah, so as the comment of the entrance being noticed by only one spectator? That uh, was a big lie. Carry on, Alma.
The cherry blossoms finally part a bit to reveal the refined, coppery-skinned features of Benimaru's opponent, but still reveal nothing else. Alma's eyes are closed, and he smiles the smile of one with true inner peace. He sighs a sigh of rapture, and speaks quietly, apparently to himself. "Truly, this is the greatest of opportunities. To think that life would offer me so much! With my full potential finally released, with my Oneness with the Way finally allowing me to transcend my normal constraints and reveal the inner power that is my eternal rhythm, to allow me to fuse yin and ying, Passion and Void, into one transcendental yet oh-so-real ideal... I am already satisfied! I did not need this! And yet... I extend my thanks to the universe, to the divine inside of all of us, to the flow itself, to the grand process..."
In an instant, the look of peace is gone. His eyes snap open, and quickly narrow, and he tilts his head to the side, giving the sort of badass look that would make a ten-year-old girl melt in her little overalls. His heavy-lidded eyes gleam, as his expression turns completely, utterly deadpan, and he remarks in a much heavier, almost wry voice: "Besides, I'll finally get to put some of these douchebags in their places."
...Whoa, what?
Yet in that same instant, his expression returns to that look of perfect inner peace. Huh. That was weird. At any rate, the audience has no time to ponder this, because the cherry blossoms are beginning to finally fall away, and Alma opens his eyes, his gaze bright and clear, as his super-secret outfit is finally revealed.
He's clad in a white.. uh.. cloak, of sorts, worn over a black long-sleeved shirt, with dark blue hems that match the color of the headband worn over his head, which holds up his feathered blonde hair, keeping the red tips of his bangs out of his eyes. Slipping a little silver mirror out of an invisible pocket in his cloak, Alma's peaceful, mild smile takes on a tone of gentle amusement at himself and the world as he proceeds to, just for the Way's sake, check his appearance -- and apparently more than satisfied, he lowers the mirror, and stares straight at Benimaru...
...and the mirror slips from his slack hand, shattering on the ground.
In the deadpan voice: "Oh *hell* no."
In the peaceful voice: "Nikkaido-san, what a twist of fate! It appears you have decided to wear my outfit as well. How ironic! Perhaps this is a lesson, to teach us that we are more alike than we previously thought? I feel this is valuable indeed."
Eyes narrowed, he glances to the side, and says in the deadpan voice, not any quiter than before: "Damn it, Sparky, I'm gonna cut your hair and weave it into a bathmat." His peaceful expression resumes immediately, and he smiles mildly at Benimaru. He genuinely looks totally oblivious to the fact that he just called Benimaru "Sparky".
There can be only one explanation.
In exchange for unleashing so much incredible power (and with it apparently nullifying his stutter as well), Alma Towazu had to trade something in of his own. Something highly important. Something key to his very character.
His interior monologue. It's gone. AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IT.
Benimaru lets his leg swing lazily, until suddenly he's targeted with a really really boring speech. Or vocal monologue, or whatever the hell it was. When the mirror drops, that does get his attention though causing him to look up from his reflection, and nearly drops the accessory as well, "Oh /HELL/ no," he repeats at the exact same time as Alma, and as one might expect he's immedietly furious, baby-blue eyes widening as his hair collapses and drops him onto his feet, the hair then snapping up into a bushy strand, "God DAMN you, Alma, can't you show up /anywhere/ without trying to piss me off??" he yells, but he forces himself to calm down, but his tone gets considerably more dark, "Though this, this is your -final- act, I'm going to destroy you, you little worm,"
"Alma is the fairest of them a-"
"SILENCE!" the mirror is smashed on the ground, and his left hand slaps up to his shoulder, eyes now narrowing dangerously as he sways his hips, a maniacal grin forming on his glossed lips, "Do you have any final words, Towazu?"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru has started a fight here.
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In response, Alma winks. His eye sparkles, and inexplicably, a little red heart, apparently drawn in crayon, appears by the side of his head for a moment before floating away.
" o/~ Prettyboy Psychic... POWER!! o/~ "
That inner peace turns quickly to the joy of the fight, as Alma's bright and eager eyes twinkle with fighting spirit, and his pinkish-purple Psycho Power aura suddenly begins to burn a halo around him. "Only that, once I win, I'm making *you* over, cutie! That hair has *got* to go!"
There are no aside comments this time. Alma is overwhelmed with the sheer epicness of this battle.
Destined rivals, clash!!
COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
...
WHAT. THE. HELL.
Whatever mood Benimaru was in is suddenly dropped, dropped just like his jaw at the very moment of the floaty heart and apparently some sort of theme music? There seems to be a lack of complete henshin-ing, so at least that part is all right.
Even the threat of a makeover wasn't nearly as bad as that very very awkward moment. But once he gathers his wits once more, and nearly costing himself a turn from the moment of stun, he replies in the way only an epic rival can, "...... shut up, you fool."
Benimaru races forward toward Alma, and comes to a screeching halt inches before colliding into Alma, and the long strand of bangs suddenly harden, electrical bolts surrounding the tip as it jabs repeatedly at his opponent, it's like repeated static electricity! .. Only not nearly as nice, "You'll never beat me, Alma! Once I end you, my nightmare is /over/!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Alma with Benimaru Collider.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Benimaru
Aside: "Man, your hair's already painful *enough*, without *this*."
Pokey pokey pokey! "Aaah!" cries Alma, in highly effected, magical-girlish pain, as he staggers backward. "Hmph!" He pouts at Benimaru, and reaches out to point a finger accusingly. "That wasn't nice at all! Time to give you a triiiim o/~ "
And, with apparently no preparation, a huge fireball emerges from his fingertip and rockets toward his opponent. "SAI-KOU BAAAA-RU!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru slows Heavenly Ether Blast from Alma with Raijin Ken.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Benimaru
Benimaru chuckles lowly, raising a finger to his lips, and tsks, "Awww, did that hurt, little boy?" he chirps, though his arrogant demeanor is forced to break into a frown from the cry.. In which he raises a hand to his face and shakes his head slowly. "Oh my god.. I'm going to kill him," he mutters to himself, oblivious to the threat that follows, parting his fingers to spy the fireball sent his way.
Arms held outward, he whips in a full circle, dark and light blue crackling chi 'drawn' from the tip of his hair around his form - How it was suppose to overcome the projectile is anyones guess, as it slams into him anyway, albiet not as painfully as it could have, and pushes him back lightly, the tingle forcing him to hold his chest a moment as he hisses, "Grrr.."
In the moment afforded by his projectile, Alma rushes forward, and with a light-footed little leap makes his way to the top of the bronze fountain in the center of the courtyard. He stands atop of the whale's blowhole, casts a sidelong glance at the screen, and face completely deadpan, slowly winks once-- before the whale suddenly erupts in a huge geyser from the spout, carrying Alma up into the air. He is invisible amidst the water for several seconds, until without warning, he bursts out.
In the apex of his flight, everything seems to slow, and the camera circles him for a moment, marveling at the glimmer of every droplet of water surrounding his damped bangs, and how its sheen likens to the gleam in Alma's lovely eyes...
And then he's blasting down at Benimaru, foot aflame, propelled by Psycho Power momentum, and preparing to aim a flaming hooking kick right in Beni's kisser.
"YOUR PSYCHE IS WIDE OPEN!"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Benimaru with Engeki Shooter.
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Alma 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Benimaru
Benimaru feels.. A little better. That is good at least. In his moment of distraction, Alma is free to do all the hopping and sparkling that he wants.
Actually that's only half true, he really isn't a big fan of the glimmering, cameraangling thing. "Is it?" he asks, snapping his arms upward suddenly, but then the kick surely enough smacks into his face after breaking his guard. He goes staggering backward, momentarily lit in psycho flames, holding his poor visage with a big footprint on it, once it's clear.
Beni eyebrow twitches, ".... Damn yoou," as he hops up and the strand extends once more, shaping into a giant dagger, and using it as a surf board with his fist extended, he sweeps forward and attempts to ram the Magical Girl/Boy/Whatever with a double blow, "Enough!!"
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Benimaru's Catch and Shoot.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Benimaru
"Don't be mad. The bootprint does a lot for your face." Alma's pauses in the middle of his aside-deadpan, and then can't seem to contain a little smile. "Ha, um, you might say it's the, aha ha... first *step* of my makeover!" Another quick pause. "Because, you know... ha ha, well, it's a bootprint, so, so, 'step' is sort of a double-- ack!"
He manages to raise his arms just in time to parry Benimaru's dagger-hair-boat and twist aside of the outstretched fist, and weave to the side as Benimaru passes by. "Don't try *that*, silly! The only thing I'll ever touch that hair with is a pair of garden shears!"
Then he's lunging in Jeet Kune-- I mean, Hiten-ryu style, as he leaps forward and lashes at Beni with a series of flaming bicycle kicks, hoping to catch the man unawares. Ha ha! Not really. Considering he's going "Aiyiyiyiyiyiyi" the entire time, it's hard to miss him.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru blocks Alma's Shien Cycle.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Benimaru
A vein buldges on the mans forehead, a smile forced on his lips in response to Almas witty comments.. Were this any other time, his face would be red as a beet and he'd probably have turned into a bull!
Luckily, that is not the case, even in his usual angry mode, he's still looking as stunning as ever, "Dammit, you're even -more- annoying than usual!" he finally yells, hair whipping back up, and drops into a crouch, hair extending out as a shield to take the brunt of the blow. His fingers then shoot up to touch his forehead, muttering something to himself as he keeps his eyes trained on his opponent, "You just wait, there a minute.. I swear I'm going to give you such a /pinch'.."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru focuses on his next action.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Benimaru
Alma lets out a little short gasp, and blinks once, wide-eyed, at Benimaru. "Pinch? Beni-kun, you wouldn't. Not in front of everybody!" His light bronze cheeks pinken slightly, and he tries to laugh it off. Hey, at least he didn't giggle.
But being hit on by Benimaru Nikkaido gives Alma a surge of confidence! A spout of flame bursts all around him, causing the air in front of him to go hazy with heat distortion as his Psycho Power surges! Thanks to...
o/~ the pooooower of loooove! <3 o/~
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Alma 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Benimaru
"That wasn't a compliment, you idiot!!" Benimaru suddenly yells back, his own cheeks darkening in utterdisbelief, "Don't you know a threat when you hear one??" as expected though, the hunter homes in on his pray, crouching slightly as he sprints toward Alma and his magical psycho-ey heat show. Which he seeks to cancel as he leaps into the air and hair expands into a giant eclipse that he crouches on, which without warning storms downard, spinning like a little golden hedgehog toward the Magical Girl/Boy/whatever, "And don't /blush/, you creepy bastard!"
COMBATSYS: Alma endures Benimaru's Shinkuu Katategoma.
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Alma 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 Benimaru
Alma stands, silent, as Benimaru storms forth with his spinning attack, and takes the brunt of it full on the chest. The marble floor around him cracks, but his feet do not move. He looks up, and his expression is completely devoid of emotion-- save for his eyes, which are now pure orbs of Psycho Power.
Oh oh. Now you hurt his feelings.
In a single smooth movement, he reaches up, and taps his right temple with two fingers.
"BEHOLD!"
An enormous beam of white-pink energy bursts forth from his burning gaze, and seeks to entirely encompass Benimaru in its radiant wrath.
"...yeah. Just... y'know... behold."
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Benimaru with Two Heavens Harmony.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Benimaru
Benimaru falls onto his butt, a hand to his forehead again as he's managed to dizzy himself from all that spinning. And to see Alma suddenly angry; or, at least he's sort of kind of sure he's angry, a smile plays on his lips, "Mnn?" the smirk is wiped off his face though, he making perhaps a desperate effort to crouch under the attack. Maybe a miscalculation on his part, but not quick enough he again takes a blast right to the face that sends him flying back and for a moment vanishes within the blast, "G'AAH!"
He crashes onti his back, hair frazzled and clothes lightly singed, but he's on his feet again, the very pretty-boy panting as he shakes his head, "So it's like that, is it?? RrrrrrAAAH!" he spins around again, not once, not twice, but thrice, each spin creating a large, sparking, crackling disc that launches toward Alma like a frisbee! Only if it were to connect, it'd hardly be as fun, one would imagine.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Alma with Raikou Ken.
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Alma 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Benimaru
Hooray it's a frisbeeeee <3
KABLAM BLAM BLAM.
Alma goes flying back from the electrical impact, crashing into and knocking over a statue of the God of Unexpected Guests. He sits slumped on the ground for a moment, but then raises his head, and his gaze is still clear. He takes a deep breath-- and manages a grin. This is what a fight's all about! The incredible challenge! Yes! Heartened once again, Alma rises to his feet, and in a gesture of goodwill, reaches up to his forehead in a little salute--
--and freezes for a moment, before, searchingly, hesitatingly, reaching up to pat at his hair.
His no longer feathery but very *frizzy* hair.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
A torrent of Psycho Power forms around Alma, and you get the feeling his hair would be turning blonde right now, if it weren't, uh, already blonde. Oh yeah, he's really inspired, now.
Wonderful.. Good... Excellent! Benimaru stands there, looking again satisfied with the results, gloved hands loosening and tightening, not to the salute, but to the sight of the flying Alma. It'd be great if one day he flew someplace he'd never have to see Alma again.... In fact, that time was so close, he could practically taste it, "Oh dear," he murmurs to the frizzy hair, a hand raised to his lips again, and dark and light blue bolts crackle around his slender form as he rocks from side to side again, "It would appear I've missed a spot, I'd be quite furious too," he admits, thinking that's what all that roaring energy is about. A lightning bolt suddenly crashes down upon Benimaru, his eyes widening as he raises his fist, "Allow me to try again!!" he yells, twirling around thrice yet again and flings three more giant discs at Alma for him to deal with, suddenly cackling loudly, "Aaaaaaah ha ha ha ha haaaa!!"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Alma with Faith Healing EX.
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Alma 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
COMBATSYS: Alma endures Benimaru's Raikou Ken.
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Alma 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
"---AAAAAAAAA---"
He's been going for a while, now.
"---AAAAA*gasp*AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Finally finished, Alma lunges forward, and crashes right through the spinning discs this time around, all of his gathered Psycho Power energies surging around him, in preparation for his ultimate attack. Leaving a streak of pink and purple light behind him, he blurs forward, and raising his right hand, he focuses all of his Psycho Power there, causing it to turn white-hot. With a single swipe... he unleashes all of his gathered battle aura.
The tidal wave of Psycho Power aims to engrave Alma's very spirit on Benimaru's identity. It will shatter his ego, annihilate his sense of self. It will blast his very soul apart.
It's aimed right at his hair.
"CAN YOU FEEL ME!?"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Benimaru with The One Strike.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Benimaru
Benimaru actually has no idea what the hell just happened here. One moment he's looking at perhaps one of the largest power-ups in the history of mankind. And the other, he's.. Uh, well he's not really sure. But in a futile attempt to somehow slip away again, he's instead once more lost within a wave of psycho power, or rather his upper torso is and a large cloud of dust bursts into the air for no particular reason.
Clearly.. No one could have survived that much dust!!!
But when it clears, there he is, Benimaru is standing there, shoulders huffing, collar completely torn off, and his hair frazzled in some placed, burned and singed in others, and a large clump laying on the floor.
At least his do is expendable.
But that doesn't mean he has to like it, "*cough*" Yeah, he felt it. But the boiling rage inside doesn't allow him to utter any words just yet, ivsable only by his suddenly red, narrow eyes. Benimaru sprints toward Alma, leaps into the air and delivers a crescent kick toward his shoulder- If that is to connect, it's followed by a spinning sobat kick, and then finally his large, singed hair turns into a giant fist, aiming to deliver one hell of an uppercut as the 'fist' explodes with electrical energy.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Benimaru's Handou Sandan Geri.
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Alma 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Benimaru
No! How did he survive the dust!?
Alma covers his face with his arms as the blows rain down upon him, the electrical sparks sizzling and snapping as they are partially absorbed by the remnants of his aura. He staggers for a moment, and it looks as though he's going to fall on one knee from the force of the blow.
He decides against it, looks up, and, with a desperate surge of strength... tries to poke Benimaru in the eye.
"A-ha!"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Benimaru with Rekka Rush.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Benimaru
Such a simple.... Yet terribly effective technique. Almost.. Impressed by how deftly Alma managed to handle his combination, yet equeally frustrated, he finds himself then staring eye to eye with the other, his shoulders heaving, and almost foaming at the mouth.
Boop!
"OW!! Y.. You POKED ME IN THE EYE!!" Benimaru suddenly yells, staggering backward as he slaps a hand over said offended eye, the other staring in complete and utter disbelief. Is.. Is this it? Was this how it was going to end?? His vision blurring he drops to his knees, And his hair sweeps behind and under him once more, taking it's usual crescent moon shape again and bursts forward, spinning franticly in place and then bursts forward in an attempt to mow down Alma once more..
And hit or miss it comes to a halt, Benimaru face-down on the ground with the long, golden strands draped messily over his form.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Benimaru's Shinkuu Katategoma.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Q has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Q
HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!
Q dash punches a random crowd of fleeing bystanders, then totally tries to dash-punch Alma, too! Hrn!
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Q's Straight Dash Punch.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Q
Alma, with the last of his strength, with all of his passion, tries to leap away. But he can feel the hair overtaking him...
~ ...It's alright. That we were both able to give it our all, that I was honored with this much power for just a while... I have no regrets. I never will...
...oh, hey, dang, my interior monologue's back. ~
This surprises him so much that he fails to realize for a second that Benimaru collapsed just before the hair got to him. Alma pauses for a moment. A moment more. Then, his expression brightening like the dawn, he collapses to his knees and raises his fists in the air. "YES! I'M THE GREATEST--"
And, just as he collaspes to his knees, Q's dash punch goes right over his head.
"Holy crap!" Alma rolls to his feet. "A battle droid!" He looks... well, excited, actually. "I wonder if Psycho Power works on robots, or people with metal face masks!? SACRED WAVE!" And he throws burning crap at Q, cherry blossoms included.
COMBATSYS: Q blocks Alma's Sacred Wave.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Q
Q pulls his extended fingers back as Alma goes down. Too bad it wasn't going down because of the rigid fingers striking Alma in the face, though. When Alma fires off psychic-spawned cherry blossoms, Q is struck, but barely moves at all. He simply brushes his coat off where he was struck. Then he widens his fingers out and hooks them inward a little, before swiping wildly with them at Alma's head and chest.
COMBATSYS: Q successfully hits Alma with Claw Swipes.
- Power hit! -
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Alma 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Q
Slash!
Alma's face snaps to the side. Slowly, slowly, he turns and looks back at his "opponent", and even as his gaze begins to cloud from the huge fight overload, he reaches up with a trembling hand and touches his own cheek.
He's bleeding.
YOU SCRATCHED HIS FACE.
"UUUUUNFOOOORGIIIIVAAAABLE!!" With a cry of rage, Alma projects every last mote of Psycho Power he has left in his body at Q, in a raw uncoordinated blast, which promptly knocks him over onto his own back.
"This... this isn't over, Ultraman!"
And, with a burst of cherry blossoms, he vanishes.
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Q interrupts Two Heavens Harmony from Alma with Sweeping Dash Punch.
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Q stands triumphant as Alma complains about being struck. Unforgivable? Q doesn't care, his hands go up high beside his head. "Hrn!" He's rubbing it in. When more blossoms are created, Q crouches and sets his shoulder forward, slamming through them to reach Alma, swinging a fist low at his legs to trip him. Q feels his fist connect, but when he looks down to see where Alma is...Alma is apparently gone.
Q just stands there, letting out a mechanical-sounding sigh, then slowly lumbers away...
COMBATSYS: Q has ended the fight here.
The arena is quiet.
"Uh," says the SFA3 announcer.
The audience members that haven't been crushed by Q listen expectantly.
"WINNER!" he finally shouts. He pauses for a moment again, trying to figure it out, before finally saying, "ALMA TOWAZU!"
The audience cheers, but he looks unsatisfied. He bites his lip, before continuing:
"THAT'S THE BEST FIGHT I EVER SAW!"
He smiles, and sits back, his job finished.
Log created by Alma, and last modified on 17:45:38 09/29/2005.