Description: COMBATSYS: Airport successfully hits Lykaio with Large Flying Object. (Winner: Lykaio)
Southtown Airport, one of the larger airports in Japan, able to serve enough major airlines in a single day that it's a marvel of modern organization. People getting on off and on planes as they're refueled to increase turnaround, all runways running at peak efficiency in order to make everything flow as fast as it possibly can. Normally it would be suicide to stand out on one of the runways. Perhaps you wouldn't get run over by an airliner that was landing or taking off, but certainly you'd be 'escorted' away and questioned by airport security.
That is not so today, however, as the furthest runway is currently shut down, frozen water having created a potentially deadly pothole in it. It will have to be filled in before any planes can attempt to use it. And so it becomes a sea of asphalt, an expanse of black that stretches as far as the eye can see from human height when you look down it's length.
Standing in the center of this runway is a young man named Azrael Hibernal, standing in what is perhaps a stoic manner, eyes turned towards the taxiway, the only safe route to this destination. High above and hovering perfectly is a helicopter with a camera, just as there are cameramen at various points on the runway and higher up on the main airport terminal itself, positioned to capture what is about to happen with perfection.
There is a somewhat blustery wind blowing, some dust and sand blowing across the surface of the now unused runway, the young man upon it seemingly not noticing. Perhaps he would normally be sketching the scene, the aircraft landing on the other, working runways. But today he has more of a sense of purpose. His sketchpad isn't even with him.
A young Greek man with white hair in a grey suit steps out of the building to stare at his opponent on the runway. He glances to the runway itself, a slightly calculating look as he measures the distance with his eyes. A confident smile begins to grow on his face, blinding flash of light. Long enough to blind the eyes of most mortals. Long enough that he can dash to the runway.
Lykaio stops in the center a moment before most people's eyes would clear, the momentum still moving his clothes and hair slightly before being held back by the weight of his body. He looks over to Azrael with that same confidence, then blinks... "The artist! You had not shown that much interest in me last time we met, positive or negative...." A slight dismissful wave of his hand. "Still. I wonder what it is. Do you then begin to agree with my theories? ...Or despise them...?"
The red headed young man is caught off guard, the flash of light illuminating the ground in front of him, suddenly giving him a shadow in the sunlight. He turns around to find Lykaio standing there, duly impressed. The artist? That is a sufficient way of addressing him, he supposes. He walks slowly forward, and gives a slight shrug to the questions. "I hadn't really given it much thought, to be honest with you. But now that I've gone over it again, I'm interested. I think I need to know about it in more detail, though." A smile, "I was so focused on my drawing that I wasn't paying close enough attention." Azrael reaches up and brushes his hair out of his eyes, "And as for this..." He motions around himself, "I couldn't find you." A dismissive motion with his hand, "And besides, I'd like to experience the power of a god."
Lykaio blinks, then laughs. "Well, seeing as you're the sort of man who can only focus on one thing at once... perhaps we should focus on just fighting." He smiles, lowering his hands to his side. "But... I would enjoy explaining my views to you in however much detail you like afterwards. I'd like to hear about your visit to the afterlife in more detail too, if you don't mind." His eyes and half-open mouth begin to glow bright white, and there a brief flash of light, then three orbs are in place. Slowly circling his head.
Azrael thinks about this for a moment and nods his head, "Yes, that would be acceptable. It wouldn't be right to use this league as a means of finding you without giving it it's dues, would it?" He doesn't seem to be in any rush to get down and start brawling, though, mostly obvious because his weapon remains firmly in its holster for the moment. "I'm willing to tell you about it, then. There aren't many people who take what I have to say seriously." That's partially a lie; namely because no one has really asked. When Lykaio's eyes glow he studies intently, watching the orbs float about after they appear. Now he does reach back for his weapon, taking it out and holding it loosely in front of himself. "It seems that now is the time."
Lykaio blinks, remaining motionless. "Suprising. You're quite the serious one." A sudden flash of light to blind the audience and his opponent, and he rushes towards him, closing the distance in a random pattern with a few more blinks to make him seem to move like a ghost to those it works against. As he reaches Azrael, he grabs an orb from the air, punching at the red headed young man's stomach as he comes to a brief stop, then begins to move again - aiming to be perfectly still on the other side of his opponent, facing the opposite direction, before everyone's eyes clear. As if the only movement he has done is through the air.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio has started a fight here.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Azrael has joined the fight here.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Azrael
COMBATSYS: Azrael endures Lykaio's Light Kick.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Azrael
Azrael gives a small nod, "Yes, I suppose I am." The young man remains completely still as the flash of light goes off, seeming to make absolutely no defense, not even to raise his hands to his eyes to try and stop his vision from occluding. Instead of using his sight he focuses on the rest of his senses; namely that of touch. The punch hit's him fully in the stomach, a sharp exhale coming from him not only from the impact but from the electricity of the orb. But he has a purpose, once the lightest touch has begun, even as that breath is leaving him, his hand is coming up. He holds it out in the direction of the blow, and releases a ball of energy that flies straight out, an attempt to stun his opponent with his energy before whipping his blade into motion and surging forward, slashing his weapon in a diagonal pattern while spinning it so that the blades would come to bear fully five times before he retreats back to his original stance.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio dodges Azrael's Necrotic Slash.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Azrael
The Greek seems to sense or guess at the ball of energy coming towards him, and flings himself forwards. A more trained combatant might roll away and stand back up immediately, ready to move on to the next thing. But Lykaio merely manages to break his fall, placing his arms out to catch himself before he hits the pavement. He scrambles forwards and upwards in a rather graceless manner, even if his fumbling movements are quick.
He turns around quickly, looking back to Azrael with a look that is... slightly nervous? It doesn't seem to fit his face. "The energy of death... you still can't kill in one hit like that, can you?" His eyes shift rapidly as he tries to read his opponent's moves.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio focuses on his next action.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Azrael
Azrael is forced to waste his energy as the ball strikes nothing, the blind gnashing of the blades on his weapon not allowing him to realize he's missed until they cleave through open air, meeting no resistance at all. He turns around and faces his opponent once his location is obvious and his eyes clear. "Can it..?" He shakes his head, "I'm not sure. Can the power of your lightning kill in one blow? The answer is probably the same."
Mentally, Azrael reprimands himself for the wasted effort. The fact that he didn't strike true meaning that Lykaio got a free hit in. He can't allow that to continue. No more free attacks, he promises himself. He stands as stoically as he did when he awaited his opponent's arrival, this time his weapon spinning slowly in the air.
COMBATSYS: Azrael focuses on his next action.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Azrael
Lykaio smiles, confidence oozing back up into him, and gives the orb he's holding a gentle, almost affectionate squeeze before opening his hand to let it fly up and around him again with it's associates. "I see. I'm sure I can take it, then. If it was lethal by nature, you see, a single trace was death - we should have the discussion *first*."
He begins to blink - just the slightest trace of light, as if he's about to blind again - then takes two long, quick steps forwards, aiming a palm crackling with electricity at Azrael. But before it would hit, he stops. The electricity, however, keeps on going, arcing through the air.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio successfully hits Azrael with Release Omega.
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Lykaio 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Azrael
The energy releases from the palm and jolts into Azrael before he can mount a real defense against it, unable to react in time in order to stop the energy from shooting through the air and causing a violent spasm to rock through him as it dissipates. He shakes his head a little to try and clear the pain from his mind, and decides to waste no time before retaliating, stepping forward and attempting to literally vault right over the top of Lykaio while spinning his weapon around opposite to his direction and slash him while he moves, then turning around and trying to slash away at his back.
COMBATSYS: Azrael successfully hits Lykaio with Nihilist Extinction.
- Power hit! -
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Lykaio 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Azrael
Lykaio snatches one of his orbs from the air and slams it at the blade, but he just misses, squeezing it several inches to the left of where it cuts into him. The electrical energy surges through his body, not harming him particularly- but holding him in place so he can't even roll with the blow a little. The weapon cuts into him, and he stumbles backwards, eyes wide as his hands move down to press over this new wound.
He stares at Azrael for a moment with a bit of a grimace, then... rushes in again, falling to the ground as he aims a sliding kick at Azrael's legs.
COMBATSYS: Azrael fails to interrupt Light Kick from Lykaio with Medium Strike.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Azrael
Azrael finally finds his weapon slashing into Lykaio. He's not certain just how much it was able to affect the young man, but clearly the attack was powerful and damaging. He narrows his eyes slightly as Lykaio comes sliding towards him, holding onto his weapon like a polearm and aiming for a vital area and stabbing forth. And just as the greek did not a moment ago, he misses. The blade completely misses it's mark, and the sliding kick knocks him down. He's not very agile, so he's unable to recover quickly enough to do much more than pick himself up off the ground, an opportunity lost.
Lykaio stands up after the kick lands, and tries to close in before Azrael can rise totally, wanting to keep himself close enough that the polearm's blade can't be used against him effectively. He aims a simple sucker punch, albeit one crackling with electrical energy, at Azrael's stomach.
COMBATSYS: Azrael fails to interrupt Medium Punch from Lykaio with Darkness Reborn.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Azrael
Azrael begins spinning his weapon around at an incredible speed the moment Lykaio begins coming for him, black energy suddenly following the blades and amping up in both volume and power. ...and then a fist slips past the weapon and slams into his stomach, causing him to stagger backwards painfully, all the built up energy lost. ...making his old mistakes again, it seems.
Lykaio's eyes widen momentarily as he sees Azrael begin to spin his weapon around, and looks down to see if he lost his hand - but seeing that it's fine, and Azrael is now back on the ground, he calms down, electricity sinking back under his skin as his confidence grows.
Still, he comes up and swings his fist lightly against at Azrael's jaw, seemingly without malice... but strangely, also without looking like he feels kinda bad about it. Quite different from most of his televised fights.
COMBATSYS: Azrael fails to interrupt Jab Punch from Lykaio with Weapon Jab.
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Lykaio 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Azrael
Thinking he can make use of his weapons range, Azrael attempts to send his weapon forward to jab into Lykaio when the young man comes to punch him, though it isn't quite enough. So instead he gets socked across the jaw, causing him to stumble backwards a bit. But then, he actually laughs a little. "Please excuse my poor performance; I would have thought I'd have figured this technique out by now, though it seems I'm sorely mistaken. Normally this technique should be powerful against someone such as you..." Meaning someone who getting stabbed hurts a lot. ...yea.
Lykaio tries to keep up with him as he stumbles backwards, stepping forward so as to stop him from getting the distance he needs for his polearm... but he laughs along with him, then shakes his head a little. "I can't tell what you're doing wrong, polearms make no sense to me. But you're hanging in there pretty well. Most people can't take this sort of beating." He aims another sucker punch at the artist's stomach as he speaks, not overly subtle, but still pretty fast.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio successfully hits Azrael with Medium Punch.
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Azrael
Azrael attempts to get out of the way of the attack, the punch coming at him in a manner obvious enough that he should be able to slink out of the way. But all the pain in his body has made it so that's really just not the case, and the fist slams home into his stomach, causing him to lose a bit of his breath and cough painfully. ...He's really let himself go. He's in deep, deep trouble now. He has almost nothing left in him, so he's going to have to go for what's essentially an all or nothing, stabbing hard with his weapon and trying to stick it in Lykaio's chest and release a torrent of energy through the weapon before pulling it out and sending several very hard slashes towards him.
COMBATSYS: Azrael has reached second wind!
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Azrael
COMBATSYS: Lykaio dodges Azrael's Morbid Massacre.
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Azrael
Lykaio steps to one side of the kick, and takes a step back, waiting for his opponent to fall to the ground. He still doesn't drop his guard, though - he knows a little bit about Azrael's fighting style, through taped SNF matches. Just continues to watch Azrael with that easy smile of his, taking one of his remaining orbs down from the air as a safeguard as he watches him.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio focuses on his next action.
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Azrael
Azrael lets out a breath as Lykaio manages to avoid his attack. That one had almost everything he had left behind it, and he was able to avoid it so easily. Well, it was a fairly slow attack... He's sweating rather badly, and getting out of breath, she he stands up and begins reaching inside himself. He's left standing, so he's able to continue the fight, and if he's going to do that he's going to give it absolutely everything he has.
COMBATSYS: Azrael gathers his will.
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Azrael
Lykaio notes the sweat, and the fact that Azrael is still standing. "...You're still hanging in there." A statement, not a question. He smiles, releases the orb, and just runs towards Azrael as the two orbs circle around him. He turns, aiming his elbow and shoulder against the shorter man's body in a sort of rush - perhaps wouldn't do much more than knock someone down and a few bruises, if it wasn't for the energy surrounding him.
COMBATSYS: Azrael blocks Lykaio's Medium Kick.
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Azrael
The young man nods his head, "Yes... I haven't fought you to the top of my ability, and for that I apologize." He gives a small smile as Lykaio rushes him, preparing himself for the blow and letting out a light grunt when the shoulder slams into him, electricity coursing through his body at even this light attack. But because he was prepared, he's more easily able to take the blow, and it's not quite enough to fell him. He then backs off quickly, and smiles, his eyes opening a bit more widely, dark energy suddenly swarming around Azrael's form, slightly obscuring him from view.
COMBATSYS: Azrael gathers his will.
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Lykaio 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Azrael
Lykaio stares for a long moment at the sudden gathering of energy. And knowing how his own energy works... "Can't touch that." He pauses, as if a bit suprised by his own words, then smiles a bit, taking an orb down from the air and filling it with energy until it swells like an overripe fruit.
He raises it above his head, then heaves it towards Azrael, the orb sparking as it omniously as it bounces off the ground, then rolls towards it's target. A moment before it reaches him, it releases a huge torrent of electrical fire, the orb letting off the energy before beginning to swing back towards Lykaio, unharmed.
COMBATSYS: Azrael endures Lykaio's Saint Elmo's Fire!
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Lykaio 1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Azrael
And now Lykaio's released one of his precious orbs towards him, sending it flying out before sending electrical fire towards him. Azrael... really has few choices here. He closes his eyes, and commits himself, gritting his teeth and charging forward, the fire enveloping him completely as he moves. But even so, he goes /through/ it, chasing the orb as it goes towards Lykaio. He then holds his arm out, still wreathed in the flames, and fires off another of those interesting balls of wispy black energy, aiming for his chest as he brings his weapon up to slash, going all out in an attempt to slice into him.
COMBATSYS: Azrael can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Lykaio auto-guards Azrael's Necrotic Slash!
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Lykaio grabs the orb from the air as it reaches him, and squeezes it, the electrical blast knocking aside the ball of wispy black energy. He raises his hands, blocking the slash with the electrical force crackling around his palm, although he takes a couple of stumbling steps backwards to deal with the sheer physical force even his energy doesn't manage to block.
With that, he lowers his hand, and waits... for Azrael to rise again. Still not lowering his guard.
COMBATSYS: Lykaio has ended the fight here.
But, Azrael doesn't continue the assault, instead breathing heavily and slumping down to his knees, one blade point digging slightly into the asphalt as his head hangs forward, sweat dripping slowly from his face, pain welling up inside of him. "That...that's all I've got. I was afraid you'd manage that, but I had to give it one more chance..." He then looks up, and gives a small smile, "Next time, I'll do better, I promise." He uses his weapon like a walking stick, practically climbing it to drag himself back to his feet and then leaning on it heavily. "Perhaps... Perhaps how we could talk." He's still breathing rather hard.
Lykaio blinks at Azrael's words, then laughs, shaking his head again. "Don't apologize, you did your best. I'm sure you'll do better next time." He examines Azrael for a moment, and then nods, gesturing towards the airport building. "Perhaps we should move to somewhere with a few less cameras and a few more seats. I feel a little tired, after all of that."
Log created by Azrael, and last modified on 06:09:20 03/19/2007.