Description: Elisabeth faces off against two strapping young gentlemen. And Rolento needs a cold shower. c_c (Winner: Shenwoo)
Having thoroughly probed Elisabeth Blanctorche twice already, Rolento was somewhat perturbed to find himself paired against the girl. Yet she is always in need of further penetrations; Which the commando is more then willing to give. Although he has yet to receive word of Oswald successfully 'warning' her, some additional coercion will probably not hurt. Shenwoo? Some civilian, inconsequential. The broad hedgemaze is... incredibly broad, which is likely unsurprising. It stretches over a few hundred square yards, plush green walls fifteen feet high and the stone-paved pathways about ten feet wide. Contrary to popular believe, one cannot merely push through them; There's thin steel mesh intermingled through, which might be laughable if attempted. The helicopter flows overhead, classic signal that Rolento is about to join the party. Rather then descending on a line, he drops into the midst of the maze. "Hmmhmmhmm!" Of course, the first thing he does is... Backflip over one of them, and attempt to hide as best he can. This is his type of environment after all -- and few people are better at the art of ambush then this particular veteran!
COMBATSYS: Rolento has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento focuses on his next action.
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The Blanctorche heiress arrives not by horse but by vehicle to this particular fight. A sleek black Sedan rolls up to the outskirts of the hedge maze, and once parked the back door opens, from where the Frenchwoman emerges, Wearing her typical attire, a hand rests casually on the hilt of her riding crop. Dark eyes survey the outer ring of the hedgemaze her fight has been scheduled in, thin lips pulled into a line across her face. This particular SNF does not bode well for her. Not one, but TWO men with whom she has exchanged unpleasantries with in the past with are paired up to fight in a free-for-all.
Biting her lip lightly, the woman's hand clenches tightly around the braided hilt of her crop. Part of her doesn't expect this to fare well for her. But she won't let it get to her. She'll do her best, because that's what matters most.
Entering the mouth of the hedgemaze's opening, Elisabeth strolls in and lets dark eyes survey her surroundings, keeping eyes and ears alert. At any moment, anywhere...someone could attack. She can't risk that.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Elisabeth focuses on her next action.
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Elisabeth 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rolento
This maze thing? Dumb. DUMB. What kind of a fight is this anyway, where you can't just face off with somebody? Shenwoo is, in a word, unimpressed. If more words to be used, then 'distinctly annoyed' might be a better descriptor. "This is such bull," the brawler mutters, entering from the opposite side as Elisabeth, because it would be too easy otherwise, wouldn't it? He saw the chopper, but whatever; there's usually helicopters at these things, for lights and cameras. It's expected. The maze, that's what's getting on his nerves.
Because he has all the subtlety of the proverbial bull in the equally proverbial china shop, the tall, lean blond fighter /continues/ bitching in a low voice as he starts making his way through the maze at kind of a relaxed pace, though he's actually more aware of his surroundings than he appears. "Couldn't just have us fight straight up or anything, had to go for all this fancy-ass crap..." Mutter, mutter. Mutter mutter mutter!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo focuses on his next action.
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Ears hear everything. The footsteps of both fighters, even meters apart, rings like radar. Rolento himself is completely silent, shuffling along at a low crouch. It only takes a bit of maneuvering to pinpoint where Elisabeth is, given Shenwoo's cursing makes such rapidly apparent regardless. And as the helicopter rushes overhead, blooming past the well endowed women while she grazes too near his wall, is when Rolento strikes. Pressing into the shrubbery, there might be a split second rustle on the other side of the wall. Before both of Rolento's hands plunge through as the steel mesh snaps, like some type of peculiar zombie flick. There's a wire spread between his gloved hands, and the attempt is to loop it around Elisabeth's neck and /yank/ her against the bush, and press her hard against the thin bush that separates them. It should be a delightful ambush, and difficult to retaliate against as well. "Greetings, civilian." would be offered, regardless of his success.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth blocks Rolento's Strong Throw.
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The arrival of Shenwoo is noted, evident by the sound of his cursing even over the whooping of the helicopter blades. So he's here, already. This draws a frown over the Blanctorche heiress' features, dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly, hooded in disgust. Yet these thoughts of dislike for the USPL commander do not hinder or hesitate her footfalls; keeping a brisk pace, the elegant Frenchwoman strolls along with her head held a touch high.
Her path leads her toward a bend, and ultimately her form nears the wall of foliage. It's then that a pair of hands thrust out from the bushes, startling the woman briefly. But in that moment her hand jerks to motion; the crop at her side unsheathes and thrusts up, intercepting the wire that lay between his hands before she twists it to one side. The wire wraps around her neck briefly, but the crop provides a bit of leverage, to allow her to breathe.
"After all this time, you still won't show the decency to call me Mademoiselle Blanctorche. Pathetic." With one smooth motion the woman jerks a hand forward and again twists, attempting to coil the wire up around the stretch of the crop as she herself twists on her heel. Using the crop, she turns and attempts to jerk the crop and drive its hilt into the man's face, regardless of the wall between. "Get your filthy hands off me, cretin!"
That sounds like... Fighting! Shenwoo grits his teeth, irritated at the entire situation, but you know... He can get over a fifteen foot obstacle. He just needs to try a little. He climbs up on top of the nearest hedge wall, vaulting over to the next one and then off onto the stone on the far side as quickly as possible - since it's not like the hedge would support his weight for more than a few moments. Moving quickly, running as fast as he can, closing the distance between himself and the scuffle. And, wouldn't you know it? The first person he sees...
Is Rolento.
"Well, look what we have here!" announces the brawler loudly, kicking off the ground again to propel himself forward, seeming to skim along the stone path, leading with his right hand; when he gets closer, Shen twists, throwing his left fist forward, aiming to punch Rolento in the side of the head while he's all distracted by Elisabeth and his attempts to grapple her through the hedge. "GRAAAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Rolento with Gekiken.
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COMBATSYS: Elisabeth successfully hits Rolento with Fierra.
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The attempted rape of Elisabeth meets with an unwanted resistance; And trying to continue yanking her appears to have been a poor endeavor, as the crop shoots through the bush wall as well and thunks Rolento right across the face. He releases his weapon, recoiling just in time to find Shenwoo charging in his direction as well. Impacted cleanly across his already battered face, a rather violent splatter of blood hits the brick wall. "Ggggghkkk...!!" But he knows an advantage when he sees one. There's a sudden backflip, and dropping upon the ground barely a meter away from each fighter is a single grenade. It explodes a fraction of a moment later, blowing through the mesh screen, sending flame and shrapnel in Elisabeth's direction. It similarly would hopefully blow Shenwoo right off his feet as well. The commando clears it by a hair's breadth, landing atop one of the hedge walls in a crouch while wiping the blood from his mouth. "I only call those I respect by their names!" is belatedly said, although whether she can hear or even cares after that explosion remains to be seen.
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Elisabeth with Grenadier.
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The hilt of her crop bites flesh, a delightful crush of cartilage that results enough to draw the faintest of smirks across her lips. Her arm recoils swiftly; drawing her crop back, she sheathes it at her hip, taking a few steps back and away from the hedge, where a nice, sizeable hole remains. Eyes flicker briefly, catching sight of the brawler. There's the faintest of grins on her face. She'd probably acknowledge him, were they not fighting.
When her eyes flicker back, however, there's the sight of a grenade exploding before her. Trying to dodge it altogether, she finds herself too slow; the result, a burst of fire and the woman being sent rocking back, landing against another wall of foliage before she slumps. Sagging her slender shoulders, the remains of her tattered white coat sizzle, smoking and burnt, hints of red where shrapnel cut through skin.
Rising up, the Frenchwoman shakes her head, a slender hand pressing against her forehead, her palm nuzzling her temple. The impact was jarring, to say the least. She needs a moment to gather her wits.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo Toughs Out Rolento's Grenadier!
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So, grenade. That's not good. Shenwoo's dark eyes widen as he sees that, but there's not enough time, not nearly enough time for him to get out of the way, or get his arms up... He just stands his ground, enveloped in smoke and debris. It seems pretty horrible, and surely nothing good can have happened to Shen in there. In fact, he might not come back out at all. Maybe he's down, maybe he's out. Or maybe he's jumping right out of the cloud of dust and debris as if nothing even happened, uncaring of the shrapnel sticking out of his tough skin, arcing through the air at Rolento.
Yeah, it's definitely that last one. He raises his hands over his head, clasping them together in an axehandle position, and he swings downwards as he falls towards the crazy terrorist, adding the momentum of gravity to the weight of the attack. "THAT WAS SO WEAK!!" he shouts, trying to knock Rolento right off of his perch.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Rolento with Fukuko-Geki.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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What the hell is this, a two versus one? Rolento's beginning to tire of these public games. Being a mortal enemy of half the people who enter tends to be less then conducive to fair fights... Elisabeth taking some time to catch her breath was the primary concern, which means when he glances towards the blooming figure popping out of the smoke like a daisy, there's only widened white eyes. Before he's smacked, by a... surprisingly hard amount, flying into another section of the hedgemaze. Laying on his back to contemplate a moment, Rolento then leaps up, as his helicopter descends a line. The vehicle whirls to the right, hovering over the pair. Shenwoo might get a few moments to gloat, before Rolento leaps down and lands in a crouch. White eyes narrow, smirk on his features ominous.
"...Ready?"
A wire snaps up, shooting towards Shenwoo with unbelievable speed -- seeking to flash around his neck.
There's a look of surprise on Elisabeth's face as Shenwoo otherwise takes the grenade blast full-on, just before he bursts through the plume of smoke and attacks the USPL commander. Frowning briefly, the heiress just observes, maneuvering herself a bit around, to get a better gauge of the situation. And what she sees...it's not good.
Eyes hood, a dangerous look on the Frenchwoman's face as she suddenly rushes forward, the makeshift crop yanked from her hip. Thrusting it forward, three points of silvery-white light erupt, flying right for Rolento, to hopefully hinder the USPL commander's attack and prevent him from potentially killing their SNF opponent. "HAH!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Rolento's Take No Prisoner.
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Really, Shenwoo doesn't hate Rolento. Actually, he's not entirely sure who the crazy terrorist man is, but the guy did throw a grenade at him, and he's not a super big fan of that. Much less is he a fan of the guy trying to, you know, choke him with a helicopter wire; that's not cool. The wire moves with unbelievable speed, but unfortunately for the other fighter's plan, so does the self-styled 'God of Battle', slipping out of the way of the wire with such speed that it passes through an after-image. "Too SLOW!!"
Of course, he's just talking smack, because man - that was some close business. "Hey, Frosty Panties," the berserker directs at Elisabeth, because he either enjoys calling her that or just plain doesn't remember her real name. "Once G.I. Joe over there is done, you're next." And he draws a thumb across his throat as he says this, grinning like a maniac. Anyway, back to business, because Shen is going after Rolento once more, while those points of light chance the USPL commander, aiming to grab Rolento, then pull him in, crashing his own notoriously hard head into the other fighter's. "ORA!!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Shenwoo's Strong Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento overcomes Etancher from Elisabeth with Stinger.
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"...Impressive." Rolento comments, when his wire finds no purchase. Of course there's the issue of orbs of light flying in his direction; Rolento manages to backflip high in the air. This allows him to avoid the vicious punch rather cleanly, as well as all but one of Elisabeth's balls. And a vicious knife hurled in that direction pops it like Ash's delusions of heterosexuality, questing further to fully penetrate the girl opposite if possible, down to the hilt. Rolento may die, but he'll die doing innuendo. Landing in a crouch thereafter, he smirks. "Two people alive have ever avoided that attack. Your combative strength is supernatural. Both are unfathomable occurances beyond even my marginal analysis..." Shenwoo, at least, is given enormous amounts of respect. "What is your name?"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth fails to interrupt Stinger from Rolento with Coup de Veine.
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There are no words from Elisabeth as she thrusts the crop forward and sends out the light. Yet for all her attempts the commander provides a counterattack; using his blades, all but one pierces and destroys her chi. The last comes, and frowning, the woman tightens a hand and attempts to lunge forward, to duck past it and execute an uppercut to his face. The blade, however, proves faster; struck in the shoulder, Elisabeth staggers back. Fortunately, however, it doesn't go to the hilt; reaching up, she pulls it from her shoulder, throwing the knife over her shoulder and over the hedge behind her.
Let the two men fight. She'll simply watch, patiently waiting for her chance to strike. She grins a little however, and acknowledges the God of Battle. "We'll see," she replies, before dark eyes slide back onto Rolento.
Supernatural? Well yeah. He's the /God/ of /Battle/, duh. "Shenwoo," is the berserker's simple response to Rolento's question, though considering what the name means, it's not exactly him being humble or anything. His fists come back up in his casual boxing stance, leading with his right as usual. Does he have anything further to say? Some big speech to make or is he going to ask Rolento his name in return? ...Nnnope. He just keeps on grinning that feral grin, his dark eyes focused on the other man. Elisabeth is, for the moment, dismissed entirely.
And then, suddenly, he's moving again, lunging forward at Rolento, crossing the distance between the two of them with surprising speed, and for a moment he looks like he's going to go for another large, powerful punch, but instead - oh instead - his right fist blurs forward, with the simple and noble intention of socking Rolento right in the throat.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Shenwoo's Quick Punch.
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"Shenwoo." Rolento states smoothly enough, arms crossing before his chest. That is recognized; Although this is the first meeting, most any above-average combatant lingers somewhere in his ind. Yet he suddenly rolls backwards with blinding speed as the fist is thrown however, missing by a significant margin. Some meters away he unfurls almost violently, backflipping languidly and landing in a crouch. This notably places Elisabeth as the closest fighter to Shenwoo, amongst other things. "Your direct focus and skills are impressive. You would make a superb soldier. A God of War... ...I could give you a war, a violent battle that would never end..." However, as Rolento brushes at his uniform and regains some breath, a motion is done with his baton towards Elisabeth, who seems to be taking a time out. "Yet we should not neglect our friend. You have not yet tested her capabilities, have you?"
COMBATSYS: Rolento gains composure.
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Shenwoo attacks and Rolento rolls away, as usual. Elisabeth, on the other hand, stands her ground, looking unimpressed for the most part and, of the three, probably the most battered. Dark blue eyes narrow as the commander speaks to Shenwoo, lips pulling tightly across her face. Then he does as she expects: he tries to coax the brawler with promises of his foolish utopia.
"Fou!" the woman shouts at Rolento, lifting her head arrogantly as she acknowledges the man. "Cease your foolishness right now! This is a fight, not an attempt to find more idiots for your foolish dream and utopia!" Angered to a small degree, the heiress frowns before she charges forward and thrusts a leg out, attempting to smack Rolento clean across the jaw.
"You know nothing! Still your tongue, Monsieur Schugerg!"
Maki heads to Russia.
With a faint sound of what might be amusement or irritation - it's difficult to tell - as Rolento avoids his attack, Shenwoo is left to face off with the other man once again. "Soldier?" he repeats, dubiously. "The hell would I do that for? Living like somebody else's dog... People who live like that are pathetic. Gangsters, soldiers, whatever, it's all the same, giving up their freedom. And the only thing worse than that..." He tugs his gloves tighter, leather creaking audibly. "...Is the people who try to get others to do it."
He doesn't know who Rolento is or what he's actually after, and frankly Shen doesn't really care, either, but apparently Elisabeth knows, considering how angry Rolento's spiel makes her. Anyway, since the Frenchwoman is trying to attack Rolento again, the self-styled 'God of Battle' comes in at about the same time, and /he/ tries to kick Rolento in the /other/ side of the jaw, because why not? "Besides, I already fought her before!!"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth successfully hits Rolento with Light Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Shenwoo's Light Kick.
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"SILENCE!" Rolento snarls towards Elisabeth, twisting towards her with such a terrible look of hatred that he is struck right across the jaw. Although he manages to drop into a roll thereafter just as Shenwoo's kick swishes through the air, missing by a small margin. And when he raises up, another grenade is rather violently thrown, flashing through the air with rather impressive speed towards the pair, and detonating in a huge wash of flame that fills either side of the ten foot hedgemaze expanse. It seems clumping up with a man who carries a veritable schmorgesborg of grenades is not really a good idea, but he has no compunctions about taking advantage of it. "Being a soldier is about fighting for what you believe in! Discipline and mental strength, and the joining of many towards a mutual goal! Yet if you both remain nearsighted fools... Then I shall execute you both!" He sounds disturbingly confident about his capabilities to do such, remaining crouched rather defensively.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth blocks Rolento's Grenadier.
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Her leg snaps out as she nears, a swift but efficient blow that leaves its mark on the man's face. With a sudden recoil the woman lowers her leg, balancing herself just before she's snarled at. His anger and hatred earns him little more than a smirk, dark eyes hooded in amusement, more so as he snaps a grenade from his person and hurls at herself, as well as the God of Battle near her. Arms lift as the flash erupts, the brunt of the blow singing more of her coat's sleeve and bits of shrapnel cutting flesh.
The flames are hot, but it doesn't distract the woman. Lowering her arms, she acknowledges the man, a frown on her soft lips. "No, you're mistaken. You're the fool," she retorts, "And there shall be no ‘execution' here." With that the woman charges in, lifting the makeshift crop from her side before she swings it down once, harshly, right at Rolento's face. It doesn't stop, however; she follows with another blow, to make it twofold.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Rolento's Grenadier.
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To think that the same trick would work twice on Shenwoo? Especially when it didn't really work the first time? The brawler avoids the explosion entirely, though it's not entirely clear just where he went, due to the flames. The answer, however, is that he went UP, ending up on top of the hedge wall once more. It's a precarious position, though, and he's not going to stay up there for long. In the meantime, Elisabeth goes after Rolento after getting a little blown up, which good for her!
Doesn't mean Shen's just going to stand around, of course. Instead, the brawler leaps back /down/ from his perch to the side of the flames where Rolento and Elisabeth are, and he too comes after the former soldier, though he's rather slower than Elisabeth is right now; she'll almost certainly attack first. When Shen /does/ get there, he's once more going to try to grab Rolento by the shoulders. But rather than a headbutt, this time he's going to aim to knee Rolento in the groin. Really, REALLY hard.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Rolento with Heavy Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Elisabeth with Fatality Package.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento can no longer fight.
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Well, although to Rolento both fighters were going at roughly the speed of snail, it was entirely sufficient to take out the commando. Shifting towards Elisabeth, she might realize she's about to get the business end of a green shaft. Oh, he had her. She had no recourse but to get blown up. But Shenwoo then /NAILS/ him from behind, right in his pocket grenades. Suffice to say, he's bitchslapped across the face with two swipes of the crop, which is enough for him to drop down to his knees. "Mission..." And then Rolento pulls out another grenade, holding it up with a wild grin upon his face. "FAILED." Although the explosion was a feint; It would probably make any sane fighter who's already been subjected to it twice leap back, but only black smoke billows forth. After flooding for a moment, it is dispersed by the helicopter swooping back over low; And off Rolento goes, dangling from the end of the line. Saturday Night Fight is proving to be a rather useless recruitment drive...
Making note of the incoming green stick, Elisabeth presses her attack, swiping not once, but twice at the commander with that crop. There comes a sound from behind the man as she does so; looking up suddenly, the woman's dark eyes catch glimpse of Shenwoo as he puts a delightfully vicious kick into the man's back. Mission?
Looking down, eyes go wide as the insane USPL commander withdraws another grenade. Making note of it, Elisabeth hops back and puts distance between herself, to avoid the blast radius. Spared another delightfully painful spray of fire and shrapnel, her eyes lift to the skies, watching as the helicopter ascends, Rolento at its end. The Frenchwoman frowns.
Then her eyes go back to Shenwoo.
"Here we are again," she states before she eases into a defensive stance, holding her ground. "I trust you will show no mercy?"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth gains composure.
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Well... That was different. Shenwoo isn't used to his opponents up and leaving, especially not by helicopter, though he did at least get back at the time it seemed Rolento was going to blow himself up. "Heh, sore loser," he mutters, watching the chopper go, scratching the back of his head with one hand. And then there were two, and like he said... Once Rolento was done, Elisabeth was next. Black eyes turn to look at the Frenchwoman, and that broad grin pulls at his mouth. Oh, he knows she's strong. But is she strong enough to turn things around?
"Mercy?" Shen repeats, standing with his hands at his sides and regarding the noblewoman like she just told him a joke; he looks like he might bust out laughing, really. "Lady, you're in the wrong line of work for that crap. Now c'mon, I was having fun... Don't bore me, all of a sudden!" Of course, Shenwoo being Shenwoo, he takes off like a shot right at Elisabeth, and when he gets close enough his right fist blurs forward, aiming to punch the woman right in the face. "HORA!!"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth blocks Shenwoo's Quick Punch.
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"He's insane," the woman states, cutting Shenwoo off as she turns her eyes from the helicopter toward the Berserker. The makings of a grin dares to haunt the woman's lips, but is subdued with a sharp glare as she eyes the remaining fighter. That's all he needs to know, really. Besides, they have a fight to finish, right?
"I was not asking for it," she replies, smirking softly. "I was hoping you wouldn't disappoint me with something silly like ‘pity,' or ‘mercy.'" If anything, it was a joke. Even the heiress can crack one from time to time. "Just don't disappoint me, alright?" She even sighs.
But then he moves quite suddenly; however, Elisabeth is ready. Lifting a hand suddenly, the heiress catches that fist in her palm. "Nice try," she replies. "But dodge this." And, with that, the woman suddenly lurches forward at Shenwoo, attempting to drive her knee into his groin. Again.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth successfully hits Shenwoo with Light Kick.
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Well, this is what Shenwoo gets for actually listening to Elisabeth. He /does/, in fact, try to dodge the knee, but instead? Instead he gets beanbagged pretty hard, which makes his eyes open pretty wide. Oh, that is never, ever fun. It's probably karmic, though, considering how hard he kicked Rolento there a few minutes ago. It is not, however, enough to make him stop.
"Almost," he says, more of a groan than any sort of regular speech, but at least he doesn't double over or grab himself or anything. Ohh, that's gonna be sore later. No, instead, he brings up his /own/ leg, aiming to ram the heel of his shoe right into the heiress' stomach. "GRAAAH!!" No, he doesn't have anything witty to say. But let's hope if it hits Betty didn't eat recently!
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth counters Light Kick from Shenwoo with Mirage Derriere.
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Elisabeth
Her knee makes purchase there between poor Shenwoo's legs, knocking the proverbial wind from his sails as it impacts with some 'oomph.' There is no arrogant smirk on the woman's face; instead she simply retracts her knee and sets it down, pacing back a few graceful steps before she narrows her eyes. Karma? Probably not. His work on Rolento was impressive.
Almost? Watching as the young man charges again, Elisabeth plants a foot and lifts a hand from her side, long fingertips gracefully tracing through the air before her. His shoe comes, but impacts against a veil of silver chi. "Almost," she echoes.
"But not quite."
From behind the woman flickers into existence after vanishing, planting the heel of her polished boot into the lower half of Shenwoo's back.
What the crap?! Shenwoo gets hit in the back, which is rather surprising, by Elisabeth's heel. Well, this is kind of embarassing, isn't it? After he did so well against Rolento, suddenly the noblewoman is putting up more of a fight than one would expect, dealing with the brawler quite handily. "Heh," he laughs, stumbling forward after being kicked in the small of the back. "See, that's why I wanted to take that other guy out fast," he explains to Elisabeth, turning to face her. "You're pretty strong."
Actually, in a way, she reminds him of Ash in fighting style... But that's neither here nor there. "Still, looks like I've got the upper hand here, doesn't it? C'mon, show me that strength from before. Hit me with the best thing you've got!!" Shen exhorts Elisabeth, and instead of going on the offensive he... Stands his ground, what? In fact, he seems to be watching her carefully. Could he... Have a /plan/? Nah, don't be silly, it's Shenwoo! The very idea of him planning anything is absurd.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo focuses on his next action.
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Elisabeth
Her leg withdraws from the extended position as Shenwoo is sent stumbling forwards and away from her. Tilting her head slightly, she lowers it to the ground with a soft click of heels on smooth stone, listening carefully to the brawler over the roar of fire that rises into the air around them. The proprietors will likely have Geese's hide for this, but Rolento is to blame. He was the one hucking grenades, after all.
"Is that so?" she replies, lifting a hand as she gently rests it against her cheek with a tiny grin. "I wasn't aware you were so eager to fight again after our last encounter." She's strong? His compliment goes avoided, but it does make her grin a little.
"Upper hand? Ah, je ne sais pas..." Shrugging gently, the heiress slides a leg to her side, squaring her shoulders as she watches the other fighter closely. So him her strength? "Very well, very well," She will heed him, regardless of plan. Whatever that, if any, may be.
That said, Elisabeth lunges forward, a fist glowing with brilliantly white light. As she zeroes in she thrusts it forward, to punch him straight in the face. Whether or not it hits, the air around her and the God of Battle explodes into bursts of silvery light, to catch and potentially buffet the man about in a delightfully painful fashion.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Elisabeth's Noble Brass.
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Shenwoo 1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Elisabeth
Ahh, here it comes: The big pain. Shenwoo doesn't even /try/ to avoid it, instead taking a step /into/ the attack, and he does indeed get buffetted and blasted by the silvery chi, but you know what? It's not enough. Not enough in the least. "Not bad!" Shenwoo laughs, and then suddenly, oh so suddenly, things change. The throws his head back, and he roars at the top of his lungs, and his own chi - a violent aura of red - explodes outwards, banishing the last of Elisabeth's silvery energy, and then he swings his fist to punch her REALLY HARD in the gut. "Go DIE!!"
Of course, if that hit lands, he's hardly finished at all... Instead, Shenwoo goes well and truly berserk, battering Elisabeth with a constant barrage of punches, and kicks, clearly trying to beat her clear into unconsciousness with all the power he can muster. And when he's just about done? He grabs the heiress by her cravat, and then he headbutts her REALLY HARD in the face. "RRAAAAAAGH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth counters Bakuma Assault from Shenwoo with Platinum Mirage.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Elisabeth
Thrusting a fist forward, the heiress heralds the explosion of chi with her fist, striking the man square in the face. Launched back by impact alone, the God of Battle is buffeted about and ultimately knocked back. The air remains ignited for some time before they subside, and Elisabeth paces back, dark eyes blinking once before they focus on Shenwoo. Not bad, he says. Again, the heiress dares to smile.
Only it fades with he suddenly bellows. She knows this move. She's FELT it before, first hand. And it hurts. A lot. A LOT.
That's why she won't have any of it. Lifting her hand as he charges forward, his punch is met with another veil of white chi. This time, however, the woman blinks out of sight, only to reappear a distance away from Shenwoo, standing ahead of him with a tiny, almost coy smile on her face.
"You were saying, monsieur Shenwoo?"
And in that precise moment, all the rage goes right out of Shenwoo, as if it gets sucked directly into the wall of light. Nuts. "Pff..." he breathes out. "Fff... Hahahahahaha!!" oh god, he's laughing. And he just keeps right on laughing, loudly, in response to her smartass remark and her coy smile. "Hahahahahahahaha!!!" Has he gone insane? Nah, of course not. He was already there! Still laughing his ass off, the brawler lunges at Elisabeth again, not willing to begrudge her the distance she'd gained, and his hand lances out for her throat.
If he grabs her by the neck, then Shenwoo - still laughing uproariously - will lift her off the ground by one hand and throttle her, the creaking leather of his glove as his hand clenches on her throat barely audible over his continuing mirth. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth blocks Shenwoo's Kyakuten Touchi.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Elisabeth
Is he...laughing?
Blinking owlishly, the cool and ever-composed Elisabeth just stares at the Berserker as he lifts a hand to his face and cackles like a madman. Lips curl into a faint frown, her soft features looking vaguely annoyed before she shakes her head and softly exhales. "Mon dieu." Honestly. Shenwoo is a handful and a half.
And here he comes again, cackling madly. Lifting her gaze as he charges at her, the woman lifts a hand from her side and thrusts it at Shenwoo's wrist. Snagging it from midair, she holds tightly to his arm before she jerks it toward her. Why? Dragging him toward her knee, Elisabeth seeks to slam his face right into her knee.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Elisabeth's Light Kick.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Elisabeth
Hey! Shenwoo is not CACKLING. He is not RYUJI YAMAZAKI. His laugh is deep and manly. And... Crazy, yes. Anyway, his grab is stopped, and he gets yanked towards Elisabeth, not seeming to resist in the least. And then he gets kneed in the face, but he still doesn't stop laughing. "Aahahahahahaha!!" he continues, blood running from his nose, though it's not quite broken. "Hahahahahahaha!!!" Oh god, what now?
Well, what comes now is that Shen just plain tries to grab Elisabeth by whatever he can - legs, hips, waist, whatever - and then pick her up before roughly, painfully, powerfully slamming her down onto the stone path underfoot. By her head. "HAAAHAHAHA!!"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth fails to counter Strong Throw from Shenwoo with Mirage Derriere.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Elisabeth
He won't shut UP. He's practically LOST it at this point. Frowning quite visibly now, the heiress watches as he takes the blow to his face, his nose bleeding. His endurance is scary, his tenacity frightening. Backing up a few steps, the woman narrows her eyes and simply watches the man as he stands, lost to his delightfully off cackling.
Then he comes. Again she tries to shrug him off with a burst of chi light between them, but does not fare so well. Snagged by the waist, the woman is slammed head-first against the ground, left to sit for a moment with little bursts of white blinding her vision.
Slowly but surely Elisabeth rises, rubbing her head. She's bruised, bleeding and clearly sore. But somehow she won't GIVE UP.
"Hahaha... Haah..." Shenwoo finally seems to be calming down after smashing Elisabeth into the stone at their feet, wiping tears of mirth from the corners of his eyes. Oh man, that was pretty funny... But the reasons why will forever be lost to anyone who isn't the self-styled 'God of Battle' himself. Because of this, perhaps, Elisabeth is able to get back to her feet unmolested, while the brawler just shakes his head.
Then, his dark gaze turns back towards her, and he smiles once again. "Hey... You're tougher than you look," Shen tells the noblewoman, and then? Well, then he lunges at her with frightening speed once more, practically skimming over the stone path for the short distance between them, and then throwing his left fist forward in a rushing punch aimed right at her gut. "GRAAAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Elisabeth with Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Elisabeth
Lifting her head, the woman follows by lifting her arms, slender fingers slowly adjusting the cravat at her throat with the tiniest of smiles. Her body aches, her coat is in tatters, barely hanging onto her form, no thanks to Rolento. There are cuts across her arms and face, her lip busted a little and the makings of bruises on her arms. And yet, despite it all, she stands up and faces him again.
"Merci," she replies, meeting his smile with one of her own. Then he comes again. Lifting her arms, she attempts to block that fist to her gut with the palm of her hand. Unfortunately he proves slippery; struck, the woman is lifted into the air, speared by his fist. Exhaling loudly, she sags, shoulders stooping forward as she staggers back a few shaky steps. Then?
Weakly a hand jerks to her side and withdraws her crop. One last ditch attempt; thrusting it forward, five points of light erupt, flying at close range. Thereafter, however, the woman drops her crop and falls to her knees.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Elisabeth's Grand Etancher.
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Not this time, apparently; rather than stand there and get hit with Elisabeth's five points of light, the brawler blurs a little and sidesteps to avoid them, showing more of that surprising speed despite being injured and pretty tired. "Too bad," he remarks as he avoids the noblewoman's last attempt, shrugging his shoulders and exhaling a slow breath. "You almost had me there." Or did she? Well, either way, he says it partially just to be kind of a jerk.
Either way, the fight is over, and that much is clear, with Shenwoo the obvious winner; so the SNF crew comes in, to put out any remaining fire and to administer whatever medical attention the remaining fighters need. As it happens, the brawler doesn't need that much help, but he does have a few bits of shrapnel the medics will need to yank out. Stupid grenades!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has ended the fight here.
Log created by Elisabeth, and last modified on 22:55:06 03/13/2007.