Description: Long story short, Jiro got owned. (Winner: Adelheid)
Urban renewal really needs to get better schticks, right? Throwdown in the inner city. Nothing new, though this one is sanctioned, the cameras and 'arena' boundaries set up around a broad lot in the shadow of Metro Bridge. No Mad Gear today, and the people gathered around the soon to be battleground don't seem overly worried about the coming violence. It's alright if they're getting paid, right?
Just one of the many amusing facets of society's obsessions as far as one of today's fighters is concerned. The platinum blonde, fair youth known only as Adel shows up dressed in black and grey, the matte silver of his sleeveless shirt tucked crisply into baggy black cammies, and of course... heavy combat boots to cap off the ensemble. The young Bernstein tugs a pair of leather gloves onto his hands as he strides through an open corridor of spectators and steps into the vacant lot, cracking his knuckles with a vague sort of smirk. He doesn't know thing one about his opponent today, but he doesn't look too worried about it... nor nonchalant, there's a sort of dangerous curiousity to his dark eyes as they turn towards the opposing corner expectantly, largely ignoring the pronouncements of the fight official.
Metro City...
Of all of the places, it would have to be Metro City. Although the fight is sanctioned, one cannot help but be adversed with being in Metro City itself.
Stepping through the streets and the circle along the bridge way is a trenchcoated young man. The blond haired youth's eyes narrow as he keeps watch of the area around him. Passing through the several fans, one fan in particular catches his attention with a smile.
~ Heh... Kyle... ~
The smile is cut off as he drifts his gaze forward to see who his opponent is. "..." His eyes narrrow slightly at the young man as he quirks an eyebrow.
~ The hell...? ~
It is -almost- like a mirror in a way. Not quite, due to the differences. Jiro notices the major difference between him and his opponent, but it is still odd.
Whatever.
The Stray Dog is stepping into the fight, staring straight at the new person. He lifts up his right hand, exposing the fingers and the metal plate on his knuckles. Quickly tossing the trenchcoat away, it leaves the arms to be exposed with leatherstraps as the gloves.
Now with his sleeveless shirt tucked under his baggy black cargo pants, the Stray Dog slides his foot forward, the boots knead against the dirt as he plants it in.
"Let's get this started."
His eyes narrow. It's a fight, down to business.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|
The lithe Adelheid's bemused smirk only grows at the arrival of his opponent. What is this, his long-lost cousin? It's not like Rugal is big on family togetherness... but then, it's not like Adel much cares, either. The guy could be his brother, and if he was a fighter, well, they'd fight. The young Bernstein flexes one black-gloved fist, considering Jiro coolly. It's not quite brass knuckles, but it's an obvious statement about the other warrior's style... and the fighting styles of the world are infamously quite interesting to the Bernstein clan, "Couldn't have said it better." Adelheid acknowledges in a steady tenor, suddenly rushing Kasagi.
The opening statement isn't exactly eloquent, or complex... darting in with a weaving feint, both of Adelheid's hands go for the front of Jiro's shirt. Should that grip connect, well, Adel simply yanks Jiro in hard, hopefully setting his opponent off balance long enough to smirk.... and twist, simply hurling Kasagi down face-first to the concrete.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid has joined the fight here.
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Adelheid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Jiro blocks Adelheid's Quick Throw.
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Adelheid 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jiro
Now, this is rather interesting. This fighting stance is actually familiar. There was someone else who has the same fighting stance. It is that mysterious man who gave him that weird look for whatever reason. Maybe those two are related. Meh, whatever.
The Stray Dog is keeping a good eye over towards the man as Adelheid reaches over towards his shirt and yanks him over towards the concrete. While Jiro is falling towards the floor, he quickly tucks his head underneath to have the chin touch the chest as he positions the body to roll across the ground to reduce the injury of being hurled to the ground.
During the roll, Jiro twists his body and extends his right hand down to the pavement as he kicks his legs out, sliding back to a halt. Like a football tackle, Jiro pushes himself back out, racing straight towards Adelheid.
To greet the young man, Jiro comes forth with his right fist aiming towards the man's face, then he spins around with an elbow.
But it is an opener to allow his left foot to drive itself out towards Adelheid's gut.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid dodges Jiro's Light Kick.
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Adelheid 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jiro
Ah yes, Adelheid is definitely his father's son, when it comes to his fighting... but that doesn't mean the young Bernstein is without tricks of his own. Rather than deflecting the blow like his father might, the lithe blonde slips away from the jab, darting back out of the range of Jiro's snapping boot with a light, graceful step. His blonde locks have just enough time to settle about his face before that momentum is reversed, and Adel is right back in on Kasagi, "Not bad..." he admits, "Let's step it up!"
The challenge spoken as Bernstein snaps his right hand, palm open, in for Jiro's face. Not exactly an orthodox technique, but one might be familiar, as Adel seeks to simple clasp his fingers about his opponent's skull... and lift Jiro in the air suspended on one powerful arm. For the half-moment it takes Adel's clenching palm to erupt in ragged waves of silver-grey chi, at least, the ravaging wind released point-blank into Jiro's face, should he be unlucky enough to be grabbed.
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Scorpion Deathlock from Adelheid with Bull Fist.
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Adelheid 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Jiro
With the last strike hitting nothing but air, Jiro manages to catch himself to where his feet press against the ground and he kicks his right foot over to press himself back from Adelheid's direction. It is a quick motion for Jiro to kick both legs aginst the ground to help cushion the landing.
His eyes narrow at the Bernstein as he snaps the right hand towards his face. Stepping his right foot back, he simultaneously casts the right hand back to channel his inner chi to draw to the incoming fist. He just waits for the man to come. "SEI!"
Then, when the figure comes close, Jiro draws his fist forwrd, "DO--Ughhh!" His face is grabbed by the hand and he s lifted from the ground. Then, the wind of chi blasts right into Jiro's face in a point blank range. "ARRGGHHH!!!" He hisses.
As the sudden outpouring of potent energy blasts Kasagi free of his grip and back, Adelheid merely stands where he is, shifting to face Jiro sidelong, the mildly bemused look still present on the young fighter's otherwise placid features. Calm, confident, and apparently feeling rather smug about it just this moment, probably due to the proverbial 'mirror match' of the situation, "Here." Adelheid offers, observing Jiro's less than pleasant meeting with his chi moments before, "Try again."
With that, Adelheid's right boot whips around from behind him, dragging just above the ground, though the earth below churns with a sudden, tumultuous wind, a silvery hurricane cresting along the path of Adel's foot, and as he swings it up in front of him, completing the twist, a lance of punishing wind chi lurches waist-high across the lot. Straight for Jiro, of course.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Jiro with Reppukyaku.
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Adelheid 0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1 Jiro
How -annoying-.
After fhe is freed from the grip, the young man is busy taking deep breaths ashe adjusts himself while gazing at Adelheid. For a person that looks a lot like him, this guy is tougher than he expected. He needs to knock this smug face down.
And with that, Jiro sees the incoming boot whippig out his way. Or rather, it's not the boot, but the incoming hurricane crashing his way. The Stray Dog pulls back and draws his arms up to guard him, but the incoming strike blows past his defenses and sends him sprawling backwards on his back. "Argghh!"
... More powerful than he expected.
The lips of the youth curl to a snarl as blood drips from his lip. With his feralish fangs bearing, Jiro slams both hands backward. "Arrgghhhh!" With the hands brought back to his side, a roar of flames are heard as white flames erupt from around the hands. Burning and roaring, the scorching flames dance along both hands.
The Stray Dog sprints straight towards Adelheid, "Try some of -this-!" The Stray Dog slams his fist outward, releasing a large explosive wave of chi along with the incoming fist that aims to drive itself straight towards Adelheid.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid reflects Rebel Spike from Jiro with Dark Barrier EX.
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Adelheid 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Jiro
Adel's right boot swings crisply back to the ground, the only change to his stance being that his right side is now turned towards Jiro as the other blonde has his crash encounter with the wave of silvery energy. His right arm hanging loosely at his side, Adel clenches his other fist at his waist, dark eyes intent on the Stray Dog as he recovers from the blast... and responds with overwhelming force.
At least, force that one might think would overwhelm... in this case, the young Bernstein's stance changes little with the spike of white-hot chi, nor as Kasagi rushes in led by that explosive fist. Instead, Adel almost nonchalantly reaches out with his palm, making a 'stop' gesture towards Jiro. Maybe he wants to concede? It doesn't seem it.
A dark disc of greyish power surges to life, coursing outwards from Adel's palm into a circular shield. The wide barrier is the first contact point of Kasagi's flaming fist, and the construct shudders with a rippling wave of energy outwards, coursing along the edges as the shield crackles with silvery chi, before simply /exploding/ back inwards, Jiro's momentum stopped rather effectively as the power he led with simply reverses its momentum, blasting back the way it came, a shrapnel spray from the oppositional shield, "All strength..." Adelheid murmurs, contemplating to himself by the sound of it.
Driving the fist forward, Jiro's eyes narrow while pressing his weight forward to help the fist make its mark. But with the other youth nonchalantly stopping the powerful chi break. This barrier comes in contact with the fist, then it sends the chi exploding backwards. Engulfed with his own flames, Jiro releases a howling scream of writhing pain. "Arrgghhhh!"
Although the pain is -killing- him, Jiro is -not- going to let go of his hold. In fact, Jiro is driving himself forward while the flames are trying to blast him back. His own strength, used against him.
Fighting it withhis own force, Jiro launches himself out towards Adelheid's direction, trying to get as close as he can. With his fist winded back, the white flames burn into life once more. With a powerful thrust, he drives the fist straight towards Adel's cheek. "I'M NOT DONE YET!" He hisses out in a roar, trying to slam the fist at Adel's cheek. The impact will result in an explosion to send him flying back.
Unfortunately, the body is starting to give in.
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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Adelheid 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Adelheid dodges Jiro's Exploder Knuckle.
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Adelheid 0/-------/----===|
Well, most folks don't weather that storm and try to muscle /past/ the implosion point of the Dark Barrier. Determined, "Good..." Adel offers in further thoughtful murmur, even as he makes a catlike leap back, and aside, well clear of the explosive flaming knuckle sandwich. Which leaves the waning Jiro with nothing to slam into but thin air, the young Bernstein touching down on steady, booted feet, soles scuffing the lot as he steps back two more half-paces, lifting a gloved hand to brush his bangs back with a flourish, as slight toss of his head exiling most of the blonde to behind his ear, "But not good enough." Appreciation of the potential in Kasagi gives way to smug gloating as Adelheid regards Jiro.
"It takes more than the right look." The young Bernstein further adds, entirely too amused at the circumstances he's now presented with, "But nice try." That much is at least sincere, if not the greatest comfort.
Damnit...
With Jiro hitting nothing but air, the Stray Dog collapses on his knees, growling under his breath. He shuts his eyes softly, shaking his head as he assesses the damage.
Pride. Ribs. The fact that Jiro has trained this long.
It feels like a god damned waste. He is not going to give up. Not if he wants to kill Kain and prove that man wrong. His eyes lift up towards Adel, standing up. "...Hah... thanks." Trying his hardest to bite back any sarcasm, Jiro shuts his eyes, turning around to stagger to his coat. Testing his muscles to the limit, he pulls up his trenchcoat, donning it on, then he slowly starts to walk away with a wave.
~ Not stickng around for this crap... ~
COMBATSYS: Adelheid has ended the fight here.
Log created by Jiro, and last modified on 08:40:47 04/22/2006.