Description: A League fight breaks out in London between Ikari Warriors' Clark Steel and the Bernstein secretary Mature. Each opponent proves to be more than the other wagers, the secretary underestimating the tenacity and speed of Clark, but ultimately comes out on top. (Winner: Mature)
London. Clark never really liked London. Too cold, too rainy, and British people, despite charming accents, tended to be rude bastards to him, despite him being able to speak -all- of the European languages and well versed in Britain's military history, particularly their current struggle against the IRA. Their beer also sucked. But, this had been the place they had specified, and so Clark was here, in one of the city squares, surrounded on all sides by roads and old, tall buildings. A section had been barricaded off in order to mark the 'league' fighting area, and the crews were all set up nearby, from the medics to the refs. A small crowd had assembled in order to watch, but there wasn't much just yet to watch. Just a really big blonde guy in shades and a black ball cap, hands in his pockets, expression neutral. In fact, he just seems to be doing the best job he can be doing to imitate the stone statue that stands in the middle of the square, just off the side of the barricades. The man's waiting for his opponent, though you'd almost think him one of those street performers seen in bigger cities, were it not for the officials.
"Welcome everyone!" the announcer--who is currently dressed like a palace guard, complete with the tall fuzzy cap--cries into his microphone, all too enthused about the fight to be had. "Welcome to today's League fight! Here today we stand immersed in years worth of history! We have Big Ben!" A white gloved hand points at the imposing clock in the distance. It sweeps again in the direction of the royal palace. "We have Buckingham Palace! Double-decker busses!!" One passes by, to which he points.
"And, of course, tonight's amazing battle! A man of considerable honor and a member of the distinguished Ikari warriors-Claaaaaaaark Steel!!" The small crowd assembled claps and cheers for the bulky blonde standing at one end of the arena.
"And here we have the lovely but lethal blonde of considerable taste, a woman of distinguished standing and a relative newcomer to the Leagues--Maaaature!" But where is she? Oh, there she comes, leaping over one particular barricade with a nail file in hand. Idly she files her nails, only coming to a pause to eye her nails and lightly blow on them. That out of the way the file is tucked away in her bosom, blue eyes sweeping up to land on her opponent. Her lips crack into the faintest of grins.
"You're one of those Ikari kids, aren't you?" she lightly chides. "How's Heidern's family doing?"
She doesn't act. Instead she just stands her ground and chuckles, patiently waiting for the man to make any and all first moves.
COMBATSYS: Clark has started a fight here.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mature has joined the fight here.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mature
The big Ikari doesn't really seem all that interested in the league official's words. Or maybe he is, it's simply hard to tell, since he doesn't display any outward emotion. In truth, Clark glances about at the cheering crowds, and gives a few bobs of his head. Yeah, the energy was good. This might be a good fight. As his opponent emerges, he glances to her, and then a sort of pause is given. He might even be blinking under the shades. It's not so much the fact his opponent is a woman as it is... well... --wait, what did she say? Well, that just ruined his good mood! Again, there's no serious reaction... though you can probably bet that comment got under his collar. "R, huh?" he asks, and then shakes his head, "A shame." With that said, he slips into his fighting posture, and--
"FIGHT!" The announcer makes the call, and no sooner is it said, than Clark is in motion, running across the field toward his opponent, quickly closing the gap. As he gets within range, he crouches slightly, not trying to slow his momentum, and then jumps into the air, his strength and the momtentum of his run aiding him as he more or less extends his legs, and aims a dropkick to the woman.
COMBATSYS: Mature dodges Clark's Strong Kick.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mature
"R?" she ask, looking genuinely surprised. "What's R? It was just a simple question, a woman trying hard to be civil." Gesturing to herself, Mature rests a hand lightly against her bosom. "Surely that doesn't hurt your feelings?"
Not that there's really time to be civil with one another. The announcer lifts his gloved hand into the air and calls the start of the battle, to which Clark responds quite promptly. Rather than move in for the kill she stands idly, watching him from the corner of her eye. He rushes her like a locomotive, though the woman's mindful to avoid his imposing legs at the last minute with a graceful sidestep.
"Honestly," she says softly, shaking her head as her hands rest upon her curvy hips. "You Ikari are far too inclined to act on impulse. No thought, no manner to your methods. I'm offended, really." Still, Mature doesn't act. Instead she lets her baby blues eye the man, gauging his reactions.
COMBATSYS: Mature focuses on her next action.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mature
That was -Ralf's- department, actually. The brash unthinking part, that is. Still, the comment the woman had given had been anything but civil, despite how it may've sounded to people who weren't in the know. Still, her... graceful movement in dodging his drop kick and her words... it just makes him seem like a bad guy, doesn't it? Not so gracefully, Clark falls to the ground, though in a way that prevents injury to himself. He's quickly rising to his feet by rolling over and then standing up, leaving him with his back to her. "So am I," he says, and then attempts another attack. This time, he simply slides his foot closest to her back... and hopefully into her own foot, hard enough to make it slip and unbalance the woman, and then the big Ikari will simply move his hand back behind the woman, and then bring it forward sharply, catching her by the neck and throwing her to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Mature blocks Clark's Fast Throw.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mature
Does she seem like a bad guy? It's a pity, really. Still, the blonde Bernstein secretary seems hardly off-put by his soured demeanor. If anything she's still distantly amused by the reaction it earned her. He tried to plow into her and failed with a gracious step to the side. Still, Mature fails to act.
Again he moves, speaking as he does so. It earns him an 'oh ho!' from the blue-eyed blonde, who's smile cracks an inch further. "Really now?" she asks, letting her heels plant against the ground, ultimately nixing his plans of sweeping her off her feet. She inclines thereafter, leaning in with a small grin.
"You'll have to try harder than that to sweep a woman of my caliber off her feet," she chides again, wagging her finger lightly. Shortly thereafter she pirouettes, spinning around gracefully before she attempts to rake those long talon-like nails of her clean through his midsection. The air is sharp, tinged with hints of blue chi energy. "Try again!"
COMBATSYS: Clark endures Mature's Metal Massacre.
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Clark 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Mature
He was really underestimating her, wasn't he? No doubt she was part of Rugal's gang - he wasn't entirely sure in what way - and Rugal himself was strong, but he had no idea he kept such powerful minions. He was going to need a change of tactics. His semi-failed attack earns a small 'tch', though his recovery time is rather stellar. He's all ready for her follow up. That doesn't stop it from hurting, however. The talons rake across his midsection, tearing his shirt open and leaving trails of blood that begin to bleed, and even smoke a little, from the chi flare about them. But immediately after the attack is made, he's following it right up with an attack of his own. His hands reach out and move to grab her by her waist and the front of her top, hoisting upwards, "Hruhup!"
COMBATSYS: Mature endures Clark's Super Argentine Backbreaker.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mature
Managing to grab her, he then more or less... tosses the woman into the air. "How's this!?" He responds to her previous taunt. As she begins to come down, he raises hands, and more or less plucks her from the air, and slams her back down onto his shoulders roughly, his hands pulling her shoulders and legs down so as to make the bending of her spine all the more uncomfortable. Then, he simply tosses her back off of his shoulders, on the ground, and turns back around to face her, adopting his fighting stance again. "Are you going to talk or fight?"
Her attack is fired off quite smoothly, her svelte figure spinning around as she lets herself gain momentum and ultimately bury those nails of hers into his gut. There's a nice gash across his midriff, enough to bring a broader smile to the small blonde's lips. She tactfully hops back, heels softly clicking against the smooth concrete of the street they fight on.
Mature pauses, however, eyeing her hand briefly before she tosses it sharply to the side, rivulets of blood splattering softly against the ground at her feet.
What's this? The man comes for her like a train again, causing the woman's eyes to widen. Rather than move, the woman accepts the brunt of his attack. She's tossed high and comes down quite painfully against his broad shoulders, bent unnaturally at the shoulders and legs. A 'hrrk' of discomfort escapes her lips just as she's tossed aside, landing quite uncomfortably on the cold concrete.
'Are you going to talk or fight,' he asks. Rising slowly, the woman pops her neck softly, fixing the cuffs of her fancy black blouse. "That depends," she says quietly. "If you entertain me enough I might just take myself more seriously."
It's with that Mature barrels for the blonde, rushing him quickly with an impressive speed. Running in, the woman crouches low before she leaps into the air, her body spinning gracefully as sharp nails try to cut and rip into what of the man she can get her hands on and into.
COMBATSYS: Clark dodges Mature's Sacrilege.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mature
Entertain her...? Did Rugal employ people as insane as he? Clearly that was the case. That, or she was just an arrogant and vain woman, which might be more the case. "Hmph," he says to this... and then she's rushing at him and crouching. It's perhaps not as graceful as it could be, and certainly not as much as the woman makes it look, but Clark takes a quick backstep, ducking a little as he does so. The attack strikes at where he WAS, claws swiping at empty air now. Rather than letting her recover, Clark attempts to make use of the situation, as being in the air is notoriously bad for control of one's body. He steps forward again, and then grabs the woman by her hips. If successful, he'll then more or less bring her up over his head, then down again as he bends at the knees, slamming her head and shoulders down roughly against the earth in a suplex.
COMBATSYS: Mature dodges Clark's Strong Throw.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mature
Off she goes, rushing in with a purpose before crouching. Unfortunately, Clark sees her coming and moves out of harm's way, avoiding those dangerous nails once more. Her attacking swiping little more than empty air, the woman offers a soft 'hmph,' rotating midair and landing gracefully on her sharp heels.
...just in time to see the man rushing her again.
"Impatient little mutt, aren't you!?" she exclaims, despite the relatively placid expression that lingers on her soft features. Furrowing her brows, she waits patiently before the last moment, stepping aside like a matador, her long half-skirt billowing out at her side. The softest of smiles briefly cracks her lips. "Silly boy," she adds briefly before she spins around, attempting to deliver a nice, brief kick right for the sternum.
COMBATSYS: Clark dodges Mature's Light Kick.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mature
Hmph indeed. She was pretty fast. His hands meet only air as she twists aside, dodging his attack. An annoying comment is thrown out, as well, which makes him sigh inwardly. A good looking woman, but such a terrible personality! He's able to recover fast enough from his attempted attack, however, to simply take another of the backsteps, the foot impacting against the air where he was once standing. Instead of following it up with an attack of his own, however, he decides to both take her advance, and dish out a little of her own medicine for her. He takes a step back, and then folds his broad arms over his chest, rolling his neck around, illiciting a few popping noises. "Hmph... you keep calling me boy. Only old ladies do that, you know." Then, he adopts his fighting position again... but doesn't move, instead gesturing with his front hand in a 'Come get me!' way, while he does... apparently nothing, though his eyes study her more intently now. It was time for him to get serious, if he wanted to beat this woman.
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mature
The secretary's kick is met with little more than empty air again, Clark's sternum spared from the sharp toe of her nice, clearly expensive black pumps. However, despite this minor setback the woman is far from ruffled; instead she just casually steps back, letting blue eyes draw to a close. "You're faster than that meaty exterior of yours suggests, Clark," she says, lips pursing softly. Her annoyance is mild, despite the cool calm that nests on her lovely face.
Blue eyes open suddenly, focused entirely on the bulk Ikari warrior. Is he trying to piss her off? He seems to fail, despite how her actions suggest otherwise.
"Ha!" Rushing him again as he beckons, Mature seals the distance with a sudden uppercut laced with chi, the harsh motion followed with razor-sharp winds. "Men like you make me laugh!" she remarks harshly. "All talk and no show. Really! When are you going to instill fear into my heart?"
COMBATSYS: Clark fails to interrupt Death Row from Mature with Gatling Attack.
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Clark 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Mature
Well, that was emasculating. After her words, he tries to intercept her attack, his hand balling into a fist and going low, as he crouches... but he either overestimates his speed, or underestimates hers, because he never gets a chance to try it. The attack hits full on, the uppercut hitting him square on the jaw, ushering forth the rush of air as his breath is knocked from him, and a heavy yell of pain. It not only hits hard, it makes him topple the hell over, falling onto his back with a heavy thud, and a 'Oooh!' from the crowds. Quite dazed, Clark shakes his head, and slowly begins to try and sit up, a hand moving to his face. "Agh... rgh..." he groans out, and... tries to get to his feet, though that might take some time. Ow.
The attack connects, a nice, fierce uppercut delivered to poor Clark's chin, accompanied only by the harsh, biting winds of the swiftness of her attack. She follows through, however, using the forward momentum gained by her swift slash. Pirouetting on her sharp heels again, Mature spins and hops back, landing a brief distance away from the now-felled likes of Clark. A smile haunts red lips, blue eyes narrowed in delight.
"I'm sorry, my dear," she murmurs softly, a near-coo as she eyes his fallen form closely, watching as he rises up. "But playtime is over, methinks. Do try not to get too hurt, would you?"
Using the opportunity to her advantage, Mature races forward again, heels hurriedly click-clicking as she moves in for the proverbial kill. Once she's close enough long fingers reach for the waist of his pants and attempt to throw him OVER her shoulder, despite how impossible that may seem with a woman her size and a man his bulk.
COMBATSYS: Mature successfully hits Clark with Quick Throw.
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Clark 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Mature
As impossible as that might seem, the woman seems to manages to do it! Up and over Clark goes, landing roughly on his hands and knees, stumbling a bit and almost going flat, though the big Ikari manages to catch himself before that happens. Scrambling a little, he gets to his feet, and then turns to face her, now no longer even trying to counter her verbal abuses. She was trying to psyche him out, get the better of him. It wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it work. That kind of stuff worked on Ralf and maybe even Leona, but not him. So he takes a moment. Still holding his fighting position, turned towards her, he takes a moment to gather himself. No retorts, no snappy witicisms, he just waits, for now.
COMBATSYS: Clark takes a breather.
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Clark 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Mature
Despite the odds that are seemingly against the svelte secretary, Mature has more strength than meets the eye. Charging in and sliding to a halt before him, the blonde HEFTS him up and hurls him across the way, his form crashing and landing quite uncomfortably against the cold cement streets. The blonde, however, simply pauses, taking a brief moment to eye her long nails and fix her hair.
Still, it's mildly disheartening she can't get a rise out of the Ikari warrior. Furrowing neatly trimmed brows lightly, Mature's lips purse in thought. So he wants to take a break from their fight to gather himself? And not giving her the slightest bit of encouragement?
"Fool," she murmurs darkly. "Don't humiliate me like that." Her features are still dangerously calm, like a crocodile wading just beneath the surface of murky waters.
Suddenly she's THERE after some running, attempting to grab the man by his neck and heft him up before swinging him around and tossing him even further than before. "I didn't say you could rest, darling!"
COMBATSYS: Mature successfully hits Clark with Strong Throw.
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Clark 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Mature
When did she get so fast all of a sudden? He thought he was watching her pretty closely, but then all of a sudden she's right in front of him, grabbing him and throwing him over her shoulder. He impacts roughly against the ground, giving a heavy 'oof!' as he rolls a bit with the momentum of the throw, and then once again he's scrambling to his feet, this time a bit slower. Taking a deep breath, he straightens, and dusts off his pant legs, and then pushes up the shades higher on his nose. No sooner is that done than Clark decides that 'taking it slow' won't work here. So, he simply charges her again. Once he reaches her, he'll move to skid to a halt, aiming a sharp uppercut to her midsection. If that's sucessful, he's plant the same hand against her stomach, and his other hand to the back of her head, and simply invert her position roughly, with a, "Hup!"
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Mature with Combo Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Clark 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Mature
Taken into her embrace, the man's neck is given a discomforting squeeze, the throat nearly pinched off and devoid of breath before he's tossed rather far across the street. He lands as she'd expect; loudly, clumsily and painfully, rolling about like a sack of potatoes. Smirking with delight, Mature's eyes narrow a touch in amusement. Really. This is becoming too easy.
Her arrogance gets the better of her, really. The man comes for the blonde again, and in response she lifts her arms up, attempting to shrug off his grip. Yet the man's determination proves superior, and that alone breaks through her defenses and affords him the opportunity to grab her and roughly manhandle her before discarding of her. She's ultimately released and falls back, hitting the ground with a thud. That...was not expected.
"Charming," she says, rising to her feet once more. "Honestly, I expected to win this with a near-flawless victory. A victory will have to suffice, I suppose." Really. That little slip means she'll have to actually put focus and effort into this little soiree.
With that in mind Mature snorts softly, fixing her hair and sleeves before she turns to the side and--and grabs a nearby park bench, somehow LIFTING the bulky thing and hurling it right for Clark.
COMBATSYS: Mature successfully hits Clark with Large Thrown Object.
Glancing Blow
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Clark 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mature
She really was an annoying git, wasn't she? A terrible shame, that, but one he'd deal with. ...Easily. Scooting back a little as she rises, he expects her to charge in and attack once again... but no, none of that. Instead, she wanders away from -him-, as well, and lifts up the barricade at the side of the ring in order to just... throw it at him. Ohsnap. So great is his surprise, that he almost forgets to dodge, and the slight hesitation is what causes him to not be able to entirely dodge the attack... instead, the barricade clips his shoulder, causing a grunt of a pain, the big man's hand clapping to the injured shoulder. "Damn!" He mutters, and skips back a little more. Was she crazy? Quite possibly. But now, he doesn't take any overt actions... he tries, instead, to goad her into an attack. It probably wouldn't work, but there was too much distance here for him to cover effectively... "Hey, you wanna throw another one? I almost fell asleep there, it kinda felt nice."
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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Clark 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mature
The bench is hefted, swung around and ultimately released, letting the bulk of it fly straight for Clark. He's quicker than she'd anticipated, and sure footing assures that the majority of his body is kept safe from the massive chunk of iron and wood--save for his shoulder, of course. The secretary, however, remains completely calm.
"What's wrong?" she offers with a gentle, composed tone of voice. "Is a little woman proving to be too much a handful for a man like you? Honestly. Though, really." Folding her arms over her chest, the woman seems relaxed, hardly concerned with the fight. One would surmise she's using this as an opportunity to gather her wits.
"I expect as much from Heidern's men. All bark, no bite."
Goad her into an attack? Hardly. Were she more aware of his attentions, the woman would grin a touch more in delight. Instead she just stands her ground, regulating her breaths. "I'm sorry," she replies. "Once is enough, I figure. A little taste and you'll come crawling back for more."
COMBATSYS: Mature takes a breather.
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Clark 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mature
Well, that didn't work. Not that he had expected it would, of course, but it was worth a shot. And now she was doing the same as he was, huh...? Well, he'd have to pay her back in kind. Springing from his position, he races towards the woman... and then /past/ her. Or so it would seem, anyway. Once past her, he'll attempt to crouch, lean back against her, and then take her by the shoulders. If it all comes together, he'll pull her over his shoulder, rise, and then roughly deposit her onto the ground in a front powerbomb. No words for her snappy witicisms, no trying to retort. He's now trying to focus on just her, so he can win. It was still possible...!
COMBATSYS: Mature blocks Clark's Medium Throw.
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Clark 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Mature
As if a woman as self-centered and egotistical would realize as much. Instead the woman remains calm and casual, letting her long arms rest about her bosom with relative comfort. In truth the woman gathers her breath and reconsiders her motives in this bout. He's proven himself to be more wily than she'd ever admit, his footing faster than anticipated, considering his size.
Still Clark remains taciturn and ever unemotional as she prods him, hoping to get something of a reaction out of him. It all seems to fall on deaf ears--especially when he storms toward her and intends on attempts to grab her by her shoulders. "Now, now!" she warns, moving around in time to slap his hands away, though those large hands do manage to graze and put a nice squeeze into her frail shoulders. A smirk is quick to haunt her lips.
"That wasn't very gentlemanly."
Again she spins on her heel, letting those sharp nails of hers rake clean for his midsection in another attempt to draw blood and remind him of the chi-laced talons she capably wields against him.
COMBATSYS: Clark fails to interrupt Metal Massacre from Mature with Running Three.
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Clark 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Mature
He's not too concerned with being gentlemanly right now, of course. And usually isn't. He's a firm believer in equal opportunity meaning 'equal'. And of course, this woman isn't exactly someone he cares for! Which is probably why, as she stands back up and moves to strike at him again, he moves to try and barrel through the attack, stepping forward with his hands outstretched... and, again, he either overestimates his speed, or underestimates hers, for he's just a tad too slow, and the claws rake across his middle again, creating a wicked red 'X' slash in his midsection, bloody and not looking too well. His shirt is, in other words, totally cashed out. The rake catches him in such a way where he's forced to stumble back, grabbing at his chest with a pained grunt. Damn...
Indeed; Mature seems to have some slight edge of the man, her speed proving a touch too quick for the Ikari Warrior to handle. She moves in for the strike, her body twisting and rotating as she issues a nice, harsh cut right along his midsection just as he attempts to grapple the woman and make her regret attempting to do so. Still, Clark proves to have quite the disadvantage there, and ultimately pays for it. His midriff is a nice shade of red now.
Hopping back, Mature again thrusts her hand to the side, letting the blood that stains her hands hit the ground at her feet. "Honestly," she says again, her head slowly shaking. Is he even really worth the time and effort? "If this is what Ikari has to offer...well..." Well it would seem her boss has nothing to worry about.
A smile just barely cracks her red lips as he staggers and grunts, eyes alight with morbid glee. She's got him where she wants him now. It's just a matter of ending this in the most efficient way possible.
With that in mind Mature races in again, letting her legs swiftly carry her in close to deliver a nice, quick punch right for the man's gut--right where nails have rent his skin asunder.
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks Mature's Quick Punch.
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Clark 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Mature
It's probably a mental block. Something about how everyone's getting better than you - everyone close to you, that is - so you're left with a feeling that you need to catch up, and until you do, you're lagging behind and weak. Or maybe she's just that good. Who knows? And he's trying not to let her comments get to him, but... it's difficult not to be at least a little chafed, no matter how thick-skinned you profess to be. Still, as her punch comes in, Clark's good enough to at least move in to intercept the attack, the punch striking against his much less sensitive (and torn to hell) arms. Without much in the way of bravado, he moves to strike immediately after the punch is made, moving to strike at her face with a punch.
COMBATSYS: Mature dodges Clark's Fierce Punch.
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Clark 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Mature
Good thinking on Clark's behalf spares his poor, raw midsection from further damage by the oncoming fist. Still, Mature is quick to move and readjust her footing; with quick thinking on HER behalf she's already ducking and weaving out of harm's way. Her 'delicate' face is spared from harm by way of his large, meaty fist, and with a grin the woman just steps back another few, light steps.
Shaking her head softly, the blonde just continues to smile--just barely, mind. Tsking softly she stands her ground for a moment, letting those baby blues linger on the likes of Clark. "How then," she says softly. "...shall we end this little soiree? Painfully? Or swiftly, to spare you the embarrassment and pain?" A long finger taps her lips briefly. It's all she needs, really.
Seconds later the woman is tearing off like a shot in the dark for the man, long, spidery fingers outstretched to grab a hold of his face. Should she make contact...
COMBATSYS: Mature successfully hits Clark with Eternal Illusion.
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Clark 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Mature
...her hand makes purchase on Clark's face, long nails fiercely digging in. The pain only begins there. Her figure and likeness ripples, and somehow Clark finds himself in a pincer attack, two Mature's on either side. With a soft chortle the woman ducks low, her mirror-image doing the same. Swift are a series of attacks, starting with an upper cut laced with chi and a series of brutal slashes and swipes. Nails bite and tear, drawing blood with each successful contact before the woman simply hops back and away, landing with a delicate 'click' of heels.
"Did you like that?" she coos softly, bowing forward with her hand against her slightly-crooked knees. "What'd I tell you? I give you a little taste and you'll come crawling back for more, darling." Fingertips rise, pressing softly against her lips before she gently lowers them, blowing him a kiss of death--
--literally. The ground beneath Clark erupts in a plume of red-hot flames.
It's a bit too fast to dodge, Clark knows that. So instead, he tries to face the attack head on... and it seems, the attack is simply too powerful to cotton with any of that! His face is palmed, and then the two blondes go to work on him. And not in the good way, either, the kind that brings a lot of pain. His body is riddled with punches, slashes, swipes, his shirt more or less gone, now, and his jacket too strong to be ripped -through-, though it does get slashed to hell and back. Clark is then left to stagger about himself... until the ground literally erupts into flame underneath him, illiciting a strong cry of pain. But before he collapses... Clark's already in motion, his body carrying him through the last little bit of his strength, charging for the woman with his hand outstretched...
COMBATSYS: Clark can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mature blocks Clark's Running Three.
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And so it connects. Clark literally palms the woman's face, and then begins to carry her off with him, to the other side of the barricaded ring. He then slams her against one of the barricades, not enough to actually topple it, however. The last of his strength is used to climb to the top of the barricade, then collect Mature once again, and then simply leap off the top of the barricade, and perform a flying piledriver to the ground. Once he impacts, however, he's left to collapse against the ground, the last of his strength spent.
Having finished the poor Ikari Warrior off in a relatively painful fashion, Mature blows her kiss of death, sealing the last ounce of pain she intends to deliver. The ground erupts beneath Clark, engulfing him in vicious flames. Still, the man has enough fight left in him to charge right for her, surprising the blonde and drawing from her a wide-eyed look. Naturally she stands ground, heels digging against cold concrete as he charges, long fingers moving from her sides to shoo those meathooks away from her precious body. She staggers lightly after the fact, successfully redirecting the poor man elsewhere...and ultimately into the concrete.
"THE WINNER!" the palace-guard themed announcer cries into his microphone, the crowd...uncertain as he points at the blonde secretary. While Clark DID lose, the woman has been a bit on the vicious side. It's just a League fight, not some battle to the death. Still, the blonde hardly seems concerned with something as petty as attention from peons. Instead she flicks her fingers again, wiping the blood off on a procured handkerchief. Contented, the blonde tosses it aside.
"I'd say it was a good fight," she remarks. "But sadly, I can't. You very nearly destroyed perfectly good silk." Her blouse, she means. Still, Mature keeps her calm. "Have a sweet dream, darling. Say hello to Heidern for me, and tell him we've got his family in our thoughts." A light chuckle bubbles up from within as the blonde turns away, making her way past a barricade and hailing the nearest taxi.
COMBATSYS: Mature has ended the fight here.
Log created by Mature, and last modified on 08:45:41 12/19/2005.