Description: It's an all-out battle that picks up quickly! With no one maintaining a clear advantage and each giving their all, the crowd is kept on the edge of their seats; and even once the victor seems apparent, a massive turnaround is in store! Not to mention Alma and Gabriel seem to be getting along okay... (Winner: Vyle)
So who's idea was it to have an SNF fight right in the middle of Gedo territory? Who knows!! However, that's where this big three-person free for all has been slated for, and no complaints are going to change it!
In any case, as things start to warm up, with SNF crew setting up barriers and such for the fight, one of the fighters leans against a signpost. Vyle snorts at the fact that he wasn't able to bring in his own theme music and light set up for his entrance. He's...kind of gotten used to having his entrance set up just right. But alas, no chance here. Seeing as he can't take up time that way, he decides to look over his opponents for now. Gabriel...he knows, a nice, long scowl sent her way. THe pretty boy...he doesn't know him, no sir. From the look Alma gets from the wrestler though, it's obvious Vyle doesn't exactly think much of him. "Pfft...lets just get this over with. I need to talk to the honcho in charge of this two-bit pony show about putting some character into the fights."
Really the SNF organizers must be up to no good, putting her here. She being a student at Justice High, a rival school and yes, they took that kind of stuff seriously. Cautiously she looks around until she picks out her opponents. She knew her plan, tightens her gloves and waits patientally. Actually today is the first time she's sported half gloves, but style aside, she begins with a prayer and a clutching of her goddess pendant. . Right.
"Vyle isn't it..? You are going to hurt me..? in terrible ways? should I fear you , lock my doors..? at night?" What's her game? her tone is completely placid.
At first, Alma Towazu is uncharacteristically unresponsive to the gathering crowd. It might be easy to mistake his *usual* mildness of reaction for unresponsiveness, of course, but this, right here, is most definately simply a lack of reaction. His dark purple silk shirt, closed (mostly) with silver snaps, and his black cargo pants give an unusual dark tone to his appearance, though that bright blonde hair, tinged with red at the tips, is unmistakable. Still, his expression is different; it is not so much calm as... reserved.
He's looking at Gabriel, his expression completely blank.
But he is Alma. So he cannot keep this up for long. Though maybe it wou*smart* to get on Gabriel's case about her past, er, interactions with him -- maybe at least ask her where the heck she's been -- unless Benimaru's around, Alma has a hard time being cold. Think of him as water: if he's cold, he turns to ice, and solidifies, and can't flow as he's used to. Constant fluid motion is his most natural -- or at least most usual -- state. And he can't fight to his full effectiveness, can't give his all, any other way.
So at Vyle's comments, the handsome youth finally just grins, and the small crowd of middle school girls holding signs cheer as he runs a hand through his bangs and casts them a genuinely appreciative smile, his eyes warming.
Let's let bygones be bygones, eh? A near-fatal sword wound is nothing between friends...
"Vyle," he says, deep baritone engaging. "What an intimidating name. But I think you need to earn a name like that..." Easily, almost imperceptibly, he eases into a fighting stance; noticable more because of his shift in attitude, his change of aura, than any great movement. "Can you back it up?"
COMBATSYS: Gabriel has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Gabriel
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Snorting, Vyle waves his hand dismissively at Gabriel. "Please....drop the act. You know who I am already, why don't we just cut the crap?" Turning back toward Alma, he snorts at the pretty boy. "Back it up? Gee, that's exactly what I was thinking about doing!"
And he doesn't even have to wait long before he can, as the signal to start comes from out over the air. "FIGHT!"
Smirking as the signal's finally given, the wrestler quickly picks his target. Why he chose Alma over Gabe, who knows. Maybe it's because he looks so girly-wimpy. Maybe it's because he called him out to back up his words. Either way, the luchadore quickly makes his way toward him, bounding off the sign he was leaning on and rebounding, feet first, toward Alma's face. "HEADS UP, FAIRY!" he shouts as he tries to plant a drop kick right into his target. look
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Gabriel with Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
As soon as the fight call is sounded and the foot leaves the ground, Gabriel darts headlong into the fray. She takes the hit while darting past with a wince, but a very disaproving look.
"You should not insult you opponent, and Alma-san does not deserve such words.. Fight with honor, or do not fight at all." She chides. Still when she steps back from that, it isn't to make another attack, it is to watch and observe.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel focuses on her next action.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
"Heh." Alma smiles calmly, but with genuine interest and anticipation, as he raises his arms into a guard position. "Please," he comments even as Vyle is flying towards him, "do your best!"
A flicker in his aura sense tells him Gabriel is coming towards him. Well, that's alright, he'll deal with her in a...
...whoa.
"Kai-san?" Alma stays, as increduously as he'll ever sound (somewhat increduous). His eyes soften for a moment as he looks her way. She's repaying him for past favors? Is this her strange way of trying to make up with him? He'll never be able to understand her, but...
"She's right!" he says resoundingly, as the surprised chatter amongst the audience continues. Most of them know the rumors about Alma and Gabriel's past conflicts, and saw their last fight. He looks up to Vyle, and his eyes are clear. "Unless you fight with honor, you'll never truly appreciate the joy of battle. Watch out!" And, with a grin and a sparkle in his eye, he summons the heat of his Psycho Power, gathering as the rhyhtm of the fight beats within him, and casts out with his hand, unleashing a wave of flame as soon as Gabriel's passed out of the way, aiming to knock the wrestler back.
"Kuuuu-- SEIHA!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle overcomes Sacred Wave from Alma with Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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[OOC] Alma says, "Oh snap!"
Vyle snorts at the selfless act Gabriel takes, as well as her chiding and Alma's agreeance. "Honor my ass. You're the kind of people that keep lecturing, 'Oh, it's not how you win or lose, but how you play the game!'" His voice takes on a mocking falsetto before it returns to his grating normal tone. "Pleaaaaaase." As the wave of energy snaps out toward him, Vyle simply prods at his throat and smiles. "In the real world, where /I/ live in?" Suddenly, with a great rush of green, the luchadore sprays out an ill-looking mist of poison right at the wave, the cloud engulfing the psycho-powered projectile as it travels toward Alma. "Winning is the ONLY thing."
Kai Gabriel, for whatever reason, chooses that moment to throw a punch Alma's way. Maybe tough love, maybe so he won't think she's like gone soft or something.
"Accept her into your heart and all is forgiven!" she cries.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Gabriel's Strong Punch.
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A normal fighter might not be able to block a blast of venom, exactly, but Alma's got that covered. He thrusts out a palm, apparently unfazed by Vyle overcoming his signature attack, and an auric shield flickers into existence, looking like a golden network of interlocking plates tinged with purples and pinks, and the blast rebounds off of it. In the midst of that movement, he twists, and parries Gabriel's simultaneous punch with his hand. Psycho Power reflexes sure are stylish.
"I don't deny her," he replies calmly, even good-humoredly, his eyes still twinkling winningly. "Is giving her the benefit of the doubt enough?"
Skipping back from the punch, he twists, performing a feinting and oddly graceful stagger in adaptation of the patented Hiten-Ryu way, and leaps up in an acrobatic high flying kick, hoping to catch Vyle before he can recover from his attempted attack.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Vyle with Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
Well, let it not be said that Alma isn't skilled. Not only did he manage to stop a remarkably hard attack to simply stall, but he managed to feint Vyle out well enough for the psycho power weilder to peg him in the chest with the flying kick. Knocked back by the attack with a grunt, Vyle snorts and glares at Alma. "Ok...looks like it's time to get serious here." Dashing wildly at Alma, he throws his arms out just as he gets within arm's length of him. He doesn't stop going forward however...and if he manages to grab Alma around the face, that momentum's going to bring the back of the poor guy's head straight DOWN into the street. Not a fun way to spend a day, you know.
Kai Gabriel just can't stand to watch, err, well she turns away anyway. Yep, looks like someone is going to get some face smashing and it could hurt.
"For that.. You will have to pay, Confess!"
Gabriel cries and reaches down to pick up a sewer lid, the heaviest thing she can find, to hit Vyle with.
"This is it, Confess your sins!"
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Vyle's Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
With the calm grace that inspired so much cheering among his eleven to twelve year old fanbase, Alma actually steps *forward* rather than away from Vyle, and folds into an acrobatic forward roll so that Vyle's grasping hand just barely misses him, and he turns as he rises, facing his opponent's back. But rather than attempt to take advantage of this, the psychic prettyboy takes some time to get himself in gear. With a quiet sigh of release, the handsome youth centers himself...
...and coils of Psycho Power start to ripple around his forearms, their purple-pink light a foreboding of powerful attacks to come.
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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[OOC] Vyle taps his chin. Conflicted once more...
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Gabriel's Random Weapon.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Alma 0/-------/-======|
Vyle growls as he manages to miss his rushing slam on Alma, the little slippery punk rolling beneath him. Thankfully, he's not so incensed that he misses Gabriel's attempt to imprint the manhole cover into his face. Dropping down onto his back, he lets the swing fly wide over his head. He'd normally snap after Gabriel for that attempt...but Alma's charge up catches his eye as more of a threat than Gabriel. "Oh hell no." Rolling back in a somersault, the luchadore springs off his hands, flying backwards toward Alma, an elbow with the psi-user's name on it aimed straight into his chest.
Yeah, Gabriel apparently didn't have a chance in hell of hitting him with that. So here she'll go again. Something quick fast and sweet. A palm strike to Vyle's face. Something for the kissing, the nose, to remember her by.
"Your mouth is full of vile explitives," she murmurs darkly before throwing the punch
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Vyle's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Hey, who're you calling little?
Alma, without even opening his eyes from his quiet meditation, somehow knows Vyle's acrobatic elbow drop is coming, and reaches out to parry it aside so that it just brushes by him, trying to expend as little momentum as possible--
--so that he can rush forward in an attempt to catch Gabriel in the middle of her attack. Turning around to face Vyle is too much trouble; better to just run ahead, right?
And run ahead he does, his image blurring as he attempts to strike Gabriel with a rapid combo attack, fading images of himself striking with multiple punches and kicks, each attack coming in seemingly even slightly before the last one has finished.
And with the graceful combo comes the sweet scent of rain.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel successfully hits Vyle with Strong Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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Ok, that sucked too. Despite his best attempts to get his hands up in front of the punch, Vyle ends up eating the palm strike right in the nose. Reeling back, the wrestler clutches at his busted nose, blood trickling down from his nostrils. "Nghh..." Glaring right at the zealot, the wrestler sneers. Just then, he watches Alma rush after her with a multitude of strikes. Smirking, he decides to join in on the action. Leaping up into the air, he makes a nice arc toward Gabe...and just as Alma finishes up, so Vyle starts up, smashing down toward her with alternating stomps at her head, continuing until he finally hits the ground.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel dodges Alma's Autumn Rain.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Gabriel
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COMBATSYS: Gabriel blocks Vyle's Riot Stampede.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Gabriel
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The first attack Gabriel manages to get out of the way of, shocked that Alma would attack her like that in such a sneaky way, the second she deflects off of her forearm. Not too surprised to be getting it from Vyle. Still Alma, with an almost hurt expression, gets her reprisal, a mere shove over her outstretched nkle.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel successfully hits Alma with Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Gabriel
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Hey, it wasn't that sneaky, he came at her from the front... and clearly, she saw it coming, able to avoid it like that. His momentum lost with the failure of his attack, Alma can't get out of the way in time, and with a quiet "Whoops!" he's tripped and sent rather embarrassingly to the ground. But Alma is not easily embarrassed in a fight situation. Rolling calmly to his feet, he grins lopsidedly, eyes twinkling, as he draws upon his inner strength, igniting the flames so that they gather in his hands. "Huh," he murmurs, "you're fighting well, Kai-san..."
But well enough to avoid the sheer raw power of his very soul, manifested for this battle? Slamming his hands together, the twin flames combine to form a large white-pink orb of pure Psycho Power, which he hurls at her, striking at her ego with his very self...
Grumbling as his stomp attempts get knocked aside, Vyle quickly jumps back. However, before he has the chance to rush in, he notices that the two others seem to be focusing mostly on each other now. Seeing this as a chance, he decides to lay back for a while. Scooting away from the two, he graps on a street light, watching Alma snap off a whitish-pink orb at Gabriel. Maybe the time out of the fray will give him a chance to find how where he can hit next and finally get in a real good drop on either of them.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Gabriel
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Gabriel fails to reflect Two Heavens Harmony from Alma with Mimic.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Gabriel
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
If psycho attacks could speak they would at this point say something along the lines of 'Holy snap batman!'. But they can't. Anyway, Gabriel takes it hard and tumbles to the ground under the force of the attack. IT's enough to make babies weep and old women cry. A cloud of dust is kicked up around her while she remains - for the moment, completely stunned.
Even before his attack strikes, Alma is already moving.
Normally there is a period of time after a powerful psychic attack where his powerful Psycho Power-enhanced alertness flickers and fails him. Though the cheering throngs cannot tell, this time is actually now. But holding back would only *prevent* Alma from engaging in the flow of battle, and so with a rush, he leaps *over* his attack, and as it explodes and sends Gabriel tumbling in the background, the tall youth is framed by the blinding light as he flies down at Vyle in a lunge, striking with a merciless blurring series of jabs.
As though every attack is part of a single combination, he just won't let up for an instant.
He's grinning.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Vyle with Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Gabriel
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[OOC] Vyle says, "Nghhh...."
Geez, did someone replace Vyle's skill with that of the kid who everyone shoved into right field during playground baseball? The lunging punches, despite the wrestler's best, get through, beating him back with a massive array of jabs. Falling back, the appropriate purple face of Vyle twists even more into sheer anger. "You....are.....DEAD!" Leaping at Alma, he tries to grap and pull the punk's legs out from beneath him, bringing him to the ground. If he succeeds, Vyle's going to play a game of headbutt meets groin...if not? Well, lets just leave that unsaid, shall we?
Gabriel meanwhile decides to stay right where she is, looking bent out of shape an exhausted, it would take a bit for just about anyone to recover from an attack like that. It was like it blew her mind.. Umm literally. Because well, you could say it did exactly that!
COMBATSYS: Gabriel takes a breather.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Alma with Combo Throw.
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[OOC] Alma says, "... >_>;"
'Oohhhh!' goes the crowd, with a collective wince. *That* has got to sting. Especially since people seem to be making a habit of hitting Alma... there.
Deep breaths, Alma, deep breaths.
Rolling back, teeth gritted, neck tendons so tight they bulge, he hurls himself forward with a battle shout to take his mind off the incredible searing pain, and hopefully avoid losing his lunch. Ah, willpower. "OOSH!"
Right leg igniting, Alma almost *snarls* as he lunges, leaps forward, and aims a hooking flaming flying kick at Vyle's contorted face.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Engeki Shooter from Alma with Antidote.
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[OOC] Alma cries.
Oh no...not this time. This time, Vyle's not going to let himself be smashed in the face again. He's taken 2 good hits there already. As soon as Alma leaps toward the wrestler with that flaming hook kick, Vyle's in motion. Darting off sideways, he lets the kick clear the space he previously occupied. Then, before Alma can get that leg down again, the luchadore grabs at him, arm grasping around his chest and shoulder, the other looped around that outstretched leg, hand grabbing at the waist of his pants. With a loud call, Vyle manages to lift up the psi-user, holding him nearly horizontal in the air for a good second. Then with a swing downward, he sits out, landing on his butt and forcing Alma to do the same, with one difference: the chin-jarring impact with Vyle's shoulder he's forced to endure upon landing. Now how's that for an antidote?
If that wasn't enough, now that Gabriel is back on her feet, she walks right over toward where Alma is and lifts up a hand and tries to make a hand print on his cheek. Yep, it's a slap! Hey he just nailed her big, why should she be happy about that?! She is sooo angry that she just tries to lay one on him .. But not a kiss. She even says softly,
". . . . " Nothing, she just looks mad.
COMBATSYS: Alma endures Gabriel's Quick Punch.
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[OOC] Alma says, "That wasn't advisable, per se, but I thought it was in-character. XD"
Alright, Alma's getting the crap kicked out of him alla sudden. That's not cool. Totally powerbombed, or piledrived, or *something* into the street, he groans and tries to sideroll away, squinting and quirking his eyebrows dazedly, as he rises to a sitting position. A shadow falls over him, and he looks up, mild-faced--
*thwack*
The handsome Eurasian youth's face is snapped to the side, and he winces visibly as he reaches up to caress his cheek. There is, in fact, a handprint. He looks up, slightly blearily, and looks forlorn. A kiss would've been much nicer, you know. "That wasn't necessary," he says, sounding a little downhearted -- until he recalls they're in a fight situation, and he and Gabriel can have their amusing little moments later! Suddenly rolling back and lunging to his feet, his fighting spirit soaring after the interim, he roars with true battle passion, calling all of his energy to him at once as he tries to strike Vyle while the man recovers...
"SURRENDER YOUR SOUL!"
Thrusting out a hand, a wave of pure battle aura emerges with tidal force.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Vyle with The One Strike.
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[OOC] Vyle says, "X-x"
Ok....that sucked. That really, really, really sucked. The massive aura strike that Alma sends out to Vyle engulfs the poor heelish wrestler without any warning. All he can do is scream as he feels his body feel like it burns from inside-out. "AUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!" Falling back, Vyle twitches and whimpers in pain, mind reeling from the massive blast he just took. However, he doesn't stay like this for long. Still twitching, he starts to weakly reach out, clambering toward his attacker. Finally, his arm trembles outward...and his strength seems to return, if only temporarily. Enough strength to try and grasp at Alma's ankles and try to pull them out from beneath he who would have tried to mind*#$& him with that psycho-power.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Alma with Outbreaker.
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[OOC] Alma says, "Woot."
That's right...time for pain. Pulling Alma's legs out from beneath him and flattening him to the ground on his back, the wrestler stands up. He's wobbily, but his determination keeps him up long enough to do this. Signaling to the crowd, he raises up one hand in a split-fingered 'V' gesture and shouts "OUTBREAKER!!" Seeing as the crowd trends toward Alma's fanbase, most don't recognize the lead up...but no matter. Taking firm grasp of Alma's legs, Vyle tucks them into his armpits...and leaps. Hooking his toes on the top of Alma's shoulders, the wrestler flips...and flips...and flips. Until finally, the bonecrushing landing. Driving Alma's face right into the ground with that final flip, as well as wrenching his back via his legs, Vyle releases the psi-user....and promptly collapses onto his butt. At least he got his licks in.
Gabriel gets one of those looks of absolute and total glowering disaproval on her face. Who would she choose to take out? Children the both of them. Under her breath she murmurs something like,
"If only you would accept the merciful goddess in your heart, Alma-san..." But she doesn't attack.
Not yet anyway , she folds her arms and sort of just stands there.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel focuses on her next action.
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[OOC] Vyle says, "Thanks. :P"
Oh god. Oh, god, the pain. In the face. Oh god.
Concrete crumbling with the movement, half-buried in the street from the force of the gathered momentum, Alma Towazu twitches. Grunts. And slowly, gingerly removes his face from the pavement. Amazingly, nothing is broken, but there are cuts all over his face. Still, somehow, it doesn't stop him from looking good. He rises, with great effort, his left leg nearly collapsing under him once, and even as he coughs pieces of asphault out of his mouth, he doesn't look too shabby. His sapphire and jade stud gleams in the sunlight, as he reaches back with one hand to -- with impressive calm -- run it through his hair, pebbles falling out in a shower. His eyes remain bright and steady as he turns his gaze toward Gabriel.
He even *bleeds* stylishly.
And with no further ado, gathering the rest of his vigor to the awed and inspired cheers of the audience -- the exchange of ultimate attacks always gets them going -- he rushes at Gabriel with blinding speed, lunges, fakes a punch, and slides, aiming to knock her legs out from under her with a powerful rushing kick.
Rolling away from Alma after his collapse onto his ass, Vyle keeps going until he's at least a good few feet away from the two. Not wanting to take the risk of jumping right into the fray again, he simply leans back against a wall, hoping to take a short rest before he decides to leap after them again.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes a breather.
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COMBATSYS: Gabriel counters Light Kick from Alma with Serpent Snare.
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Actually Gabriel had no intention of attacking anyone, just hitting back. This is shown by Alma making his attack at her, and her sort of going with it.. Rolling with the attack and then climbing up his manly. Effeminie thigh, onto his shoulders, slapping his face full of purple chi and then flip kicking off. Her glare goes instantly to Vyle with the disaproval of a nun on steroids.
". . .repent." she says, under her breath in after thought.
Well... that's it for Alma.
Slapped *again* and then kicked, the would-be bishonen staggers back, eyes swirly, and collapses onto his back. "Unnh," he murmurs, intelligently. "Kai-san... want to... get tea... after the fight...?"
But with the sheer force of his resolve, Alma manages to snap back to reality one last time. With a cry to the heavens, the tall youth rears to his feet, stumbles forward once even as the last of his strength leaves him, and captures all of his remaining Psycho Power in one last burst of pure battle fury. He has to give his all. The song of the fight sings in his ears...
"Uuurryahhh!"
And unleashing a final fireball at Gabriel, he falls, and hits the ground heavily, unmoving. He's unconscious and battered... but his face appears to be at peace.
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
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Well, at least he's not the first one out. Still, Vyle can't help but frown at the rather...problematic state he's in. Climbing up from his seated position, he watches Alma's last gasp sail toward Gabriel. "No time like the present," he says to himself. Then, with a rush, he barrels toward Gabriel, leaping into the air just a few feet in front of her. Reaching out with his hands, he tries to grab right around her head and spin her about as he falls back, hopefully driving her head into the ground with a nice, thunderous DDT.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel blocks Alma's Two Heavens Harmony.
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Gabriel 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Gabriel interrupts Dead Spiral from Vyle with Mimic.
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Gabriel 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Vyle
Though her target is clearly at Vyle, it's not before making a quick visit to the Alma faery. He sends his fireball at her and she seems to open her arms like it wasn't an attack at her, but a 'Here Gabriel, catch', 'Thanks Alma' style basket ball pass. She even says,
"Arigato, Alma-san," before absorbing the attack as she normally does when copying someones style, still heading streaight on toward Vyle, it's without a doubt that taking Alma's power hurt her, but she sseems to think it's worth it, while not mimicing him completely, she can't form a fireball, she forms a sword instead, whiping her hand to one side and balling a fist as if fliging the power out which only sort of obeys as it forms the epee of energy.
"Gospel incarnate ! Grand blessing - Avenging Angel!" she cries before making the slash across Vyle, passing him in her little jump - dart thing and flicking her wrist, which causes the chi to disipate.
"...you're... you're welcome..." manages the fallen youth, his voice muffled from being buried in the pavement. Guess he wasn't *that* unconscious.
~ Ha ha... avenging angel... that's... ~
Eeeeeoooo coherent thought process shutting down.
...not the best idea, jumping at her, it seems. SLashed across the chest with the chi-blade, Vyle stumbles to the ground, falling on his knees. "Nghh...." Turning around, he glares at Gabriel, trying his best to get up to his feet again. "...you think...this...is the end?" he snorts. Swinging around, he tries to give Gabriel one big backhanded chop across the chest before falling to his knees once more....
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Gabriel 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Gabriel interrupts Quick Punch from Vyle with Serpent Snap.
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Gabriel 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Vyle
[OOC] Alma says, "Dang dude!"
Her hand sizzles and for a moment Gabriel just stares at it, , the energy coming off of it in whisps of smoke and cracking energy, more red then purple which doesn't make sense to her as both her and Alma use a purple power. But then Alma's isn't really chi is it. She seems to be considering this for a moment while her hand burns with the energy, apparently it was too much for her to handle.
"I still can't control that technique. It needs more work.. Much more.." It's then she hears Vyle coming from behind her. She doesn't so much as block but whirls around, causing the punch to be somewhat deflected by the motion of her body., the hand which sizzles clasps again, the energy forming a much smaller weapon, more of a dagger if that this time as she makes a retaliation slash with it, appearing shocked as Vyle is still on his feet.
" . . . " yeah, it's one of those cliche RPG anti social character moments.
While Vyle got slashed for his troubles and couldn't get a good chop in, he still manages to keep standing. "Nghh...*@#*#. You wanna keep me down? You're gonna have to do better than some damn lightshow." Then, with a whip of his body around and a snap of his leg toward Gabriel's head, he tries to heel kick the zealot directly into the air. Yep, another big bad setup....
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Gabriel with Relapse.
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Gabriel 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Oh yeah, that's the deal. Kicking Gabriel into the air, Vyle quickly leaps up after her, adrenaline surging him on. Wrapping one arm around her neck from the side, and grabbing her near leg with the other arm, he quickly flips her over upside down, guiding her into a big head-on impact with the ground. While Vyle got a good bit of the fall too, at least he landed on his back, rather than his head.
Picking herself up after that beatdown of abuse is more work than it appears. While Gabriel's arms shake a little, the dust isn't especially pleasant but she is more busy wiping the back of her hand across her lips. The taste of blood is very strong in her mouth. Though instead of charging in to make another attack. . She waits, watches. . .Takes her time.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel focuses on her next action.
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Gabriel 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
That's time that Vyle can't afford to let her have. Once Gabriel's up again, he quickly descends upon her. Clambering low to the ground toward the zealot, he builds up enough speed to level a swift low drop kick at her legs, hoping to force her off her base and onto the ground.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel fails to counter Light Kick from Vyle with Serpent Snap.
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Gabriel 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Gabriel looks almost amussed, but you know her, actually she looks very un-amused. He's attacking her and she's not happy about it, that's about all there is to say about thta.
Though this time her luck runs out, her deflection attempt goes wild and instead of managing to redirect the pain elsewhere, she takes it right on the kisser. Well maybe not so high but..
Now this is turning out to be a match. After dropping Gabriel to the ground with his kick, Vyle, still working on pure adrenaline, quickly pulls her into a front face lock. Smirking, he signals to the crowd with that familiar V-sign again. Then, with a twist, he tries to pull Gabriel into a swift neckbreaker, yanking her around to collide the back of her head with his shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Gabriel with Fast Throw.
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Gabriel 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Vyle
And he succeeds too, however this isn't going to go unanswered. Gabriel, whom hits his shulder, still gets to stagger back before hitting the ground, and in doing so raises a hand and throws a one final palm thrust toward his nose. Eat this? Then she falls into a heap.
COMBATSYS: Gabriel can no longer fight.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Gabriel's Serpent Snap.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|
Normally, that would have hit...if not for Vyle dropping to the ground in exhaustion after his neckbreaker. A stroke of luck in avoiding the palm strike, but still, better lucky than dead. Looking around, he realizes he's made it to the end. He's the winner. Him. Thrusting his arm into the air, he smiles...and promptly falls back to the street, arm still stuck in the air. "I told you...winning...is the only...thing."
Log created by Alma, and last modified on 17:03:43 10/29/2005.