Description: French Noblewoman and Bad Dude, Elisabeth Blanctorche and Clark Steel, duke it out in the underground city of Montreal! Clark sustains a beating, but can he make a comeback?! NO!!! (Winner: Elisabeth)
Canada. How did she end up in Canada?
Arriving on the scene, Elisabeth Blanctorche is escorted by way of car, the heiress emerging from a subway as it hisses to its stop. Dark blue eyes are thoughtful, however distant and expressionless soft features may seem as she surveys her surroundings. Today their fight has she and her opponent in Montreal's famous Underground City, where much of the area has been blocked off at both ends. Already, however, men and women stand around, waiting to see just how the League Fight will end. Who will be the victor?
Camera crews have already begun setting up, despite the occasional roar of a passing subway car. Jogging toward the woman as she stands her ground, a League crew member guides the Frenchwoman toward the 'main area,' where the fight is to be held between both fighters. Looking a touch nonplused, she's ushered along regardless, thin pink lips pulled into a line across her face. And who will be her opponent today, she wonders. This is all rather new to the heiress, after all.
But maybe it will help her find the answers she seeks.
League Fights. While interest has tapered off due to the beginning of the nigh-legendary World Warrior tournament, there are still those who would pay a pretty penny to see matches between some of their favored fighters on Pay-Per View and other such networks. Even so far as to travel to the pristine and renowned Underground City of Montreal, where a fight has begun between two fighters: one Elisabeth Blanctorche, a French nobelwoman who, until recently, was something of a fighting enigma -- yet proves to be rather quickly making a name for herself. And the other?
The other just so happens to already be here before Elisabeth arrives. He might not stand out amongst a crowd save for two suspicious things; the fact that he wears a sports cap and sunglasses despite the fact that they are indoors and even further, underground. He is seated on a bench nearby, in the area roped off from spectators. Camera crews circle around him and similarly Elisabeth as she approaches, indicating just who, exactly, the Frenchwoman's opponent is. The man looks up, and smiles, but says nothing. After all, Clark Steel isn't much for words.
With simple ease, Clark lifts onto his feet, pulling off his cap and running his left, gloved hand through his hair, offering a genuinely friendly smile to Elisabeth. "Nice place, huh?" Is all he offers, at first, before slowly he continues. "... Pleasure to meet you. Name's Clark Steel." Pulling his cap back over his head, the Ikari Lt. Commander eases into a more combat-ready pose, head inclined in a brief nod.
"Let's give them a good show."
Once she has been ushered into place, Elisabeth's dark blue eyes lift up, looking distantly curious as she surveys her surroundings once again. Here, where the area has been roped off to prevent spectators from getting hurt, it makes it a little easier for her to pick out her potential opponent. It takes a few seconds; Clark sticks out, seated on that bench in his hat and sunglasses. She thinks she may have seen him before, but she cannot place a face.
Instead she just exhales, slender arms folding neatly across her chest. The League crews signal for the taciturn Ikari, gesturing him toward the area where Elisabeth now stands. Only when he's close does the woman look up, offering a polite nod in greeting. Like himself, she is a woman of few words.
Initially, Clark's observations go without response. Shifting her gaze, the woman spares a glance toward nearby shops and the occasional kiosk, but otherwise the Blanctorche heiress seems unimpressed.
"Ah, mademoiselle Blanctorche." she states, nodding her head in his direction. "Charmed."
And with that the woman shifts her weight, easing into a rather casual stance, but does not make the first move. Instead she observes the Ikari, almost wary of the man. Just what is he capable of..?
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth has started a fight here.
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Elisabeth 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Clark has joined the fight here.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elisabeth
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth focuses on her next action.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elisabeth
She's hesitating. No; that wouldn't be a right judgment, would it? She's thinking. Judging him as best she can from first appearances. So she's not just a normal fighter, and this makes Clark smile, tugging his cap down a bit further to obscure his face all the more. Arms crossing over his chest, he observes her silently behind those darkly tinted shades, before eyes, unseen, shift to the camera crew and wait for the go-ahead.
"Ready?"
Clark's legs shift, shoulder-length apart as his hands fall from his chest in a more combat-ready position. Fingers flex and clench briefly, ready for the fight. He says nothing; there's really no reason for words, at this point. All that he needs do is wait for it--
"FIGHT!"
Announcement made, the Ikari Warrior springs into motion. Rushing across the ground, he seeks first action; though he knows that Elisabeth is prepared for such. His first movement is simple. Dashing across the ground, he makes a sudden slide across smooth pavement about halfway through his run; scraping across the ground, Clark seeks to sweep out with a single, beefy arm... and take Elisabeth's legs out from under her, sending her crashing, face-first, towards the ground.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth blocks Clark's Fast Throw.
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Clark 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elisabeth
He is wise not to underestimate the heiress. So many do, it seems, her upbringing and confident nature often drawing others to conclude she is not cut out to be a fighter. How wrong many often are. But their opinion matters no; instead, the heiress focuses her efforts on others, those who truly deserve it...such as elusive Frenchmen with seemingly ulterior motives.
A frown briefly crosses her lips at this thought.
Soon, however, her expression returns to its normal look of apathy. Looking up, she offers the man a weak smile at best. Ready? "As ever," she replies quietly, shifting her weight a bit, more so as he comes charging at her the moment the cry is delivered. Fight!
Her legs twist the moment the man comes sliding at her. Planting her heels, her legs remain resolute as he crashes against them. Like a mighty oak, the Blanctorche heiress does not move; instead she turns her eyes down, looking at the man with an odd expression, however faint it may be. Then?
Lifting that make-shift crop at her side, she attempts to strike him twice across the face with its tip.
COMBATSYS: Clark endures Elisabeth's Strong Punch.
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Clark 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Elisabeth
She's quick to respond; that's good. The first blow is merely to test the waters. Which is precisely why Clark delivers it with enough speed to be ready for a counter attack, should she mount an offensive. Quickly pushing himself onto his feet, Clark glances at Elisabeth; whatever expression is there to meet her own is hidden behind his shades before his shoulders lift in offering of a shrug. Who knows?
But Clark is only in mid-shrug before Elisabeth attacks. He's fortunate that his attack is quick and easy to recover from. As such it offers him a proper enough time to mount a defense against Elisabeth's attack. And yet, while he sees the crop flying straight towards him, he makes a sudden, perhaps impulsive decision; he decides to see how strong she is.
The blow comes clean once, and then a second time, knocking Clark's face to one side, and then another. Yet... "... Huh. Pretty strong." Elisabeth may note that he does not budge an inch. And even further, she might note... that he has a firm grip on her crop with his gloved, left hand.
One simple YANK is all he seeks to do. Hopefully, she still grips onto the crop when he does so. IF she is and if she doesn't manage to wrangle it free, Elisabeth will be finding herself chucked into the air before strong arms grasp her by thigh and leg. And then? "HUP!" Clark's going to just chuck her into the nearby bench, fast and brutally efficient.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth counters Medium Throw from Clark with Mirage Derriere.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Elisabeth
Despite the shrug offered, Elisabeth counterattacks. The crop at her side, while not the one she is most familiar with, is unsheathed from her hip and, with two distinct motions, its leathery tip cracks across flesh. There's a flicker of light in those eyes the moment she makes her move and he, in turn, seems to hold his ground. He's willingly taking the blow. A familiar tactic, employed by that damnable Chinaman she oft runs into.
The tiniest smile crosses her lips. She knows how to play this game.
"Merci," she replies, taking a step back. Yet, her motions are halted; eyes flicker toward her crop, catching sight of his hand. Blinking once, the heiress moves quickly the moment his hand reaches out for her. Waving her fingers before her face, a veil of silvery-white chi bursts to life from her fingertips, between the woman and her opponent. Caught in it, the man will note the woman seems to vanish from sight as the light flashes. A beat, and the woman reappears behind him before she delivers a swift kick to his backside.
And somewhere in all of that she managed to wrangle her crop back. Slowly she resheathes it at her side.
Wow. Now, see, Clark's been outmaneuvered plenty of times. Even on surprise attacks like the one he just pulled. However -- he's never seen a technique quite like that. Silvery chi bursts across his eyes, Clark is momentarily blinded even through the dense tint of his shades. Wincing, the large Ikari man takes a single step backwards -- right into the sudden kick to his back. It hurts, enough to send him staggerinb backwards. But it's clear there's more surprise there than actual pain. It's different. One minute she's in front of him, and the next?
She's kicking him in the rear. What's up with that?
Recovering himself quickly enough, Clark spins to regard Elisabeth, his surprise easily covered behind a small smile that splits across his mouth. If he were a more talkative man, he might have called that impressive; instead, he merely stands his ground, lifts a hand, and beckons Elisabeth towards him. He's experienced enough of both her offensive and defensive capacities to make an assessment of her. Now it's just a matter of mulling over a good strategy... and he thinks he's come up with a good one.
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Elisabeth
There's a reason, despite contrary belief, the attack is named "Mirage Derriere." Clark finds out, first hand, just what this entails, and it's not because it has anything to do with his posterior region; quite the contrary. The attack utilizes her chi and lets her vanish, only to suddenly and unexpectedly reappear beHIND her opponent before she makes her attack. It's quite simple, really.
Simple and efficient.
Holding her ground, the woman watches with a close eye as he pivots to face her. Is he beckoning her? Frowning lightly, the heiress bows her head softly, dark eyes narrowing a touch. A moment is spared, to consider this before she shrugs her shoulders softly and charges forward, attempting to deliver a nice, straight kick to the underneath of his jaw, her body leaning back for leverage.
COMBATSYS: Clark fails to interrupt Light Kick from Elisabeth with Super Argentine Backbreaker.
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Clark 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Elisabeth
Well... that didn't exactly go as expected. Mayve Clark didn't analyze Elisabeth properly, or maybe he's still confused by the blinding lights and getting his ass miraged. Regardless, his plan... doesn't exactly go as he wanted it to. Clark is in the middle of stretching out his arms as Elisabeth flings herself towards him. Blinking once, he moves into a crouch, and prepares himself. See, he has a plan. It's a killer awesome plan, to.
Surprisingly, it doesn't involve him getting kicked in the jaw.
Though that's what happens. Clark actually moves INTO the kick, which might seem stupid. And actually, in retrospect, he begins wondering how intelligent it actually IS. But regardless, the kick impacts resoundly, sending him staggering /backwards/. His plan was to grip her, but she proves a bit too fast. Thus his careful planning seems a bit wasteful. But that's fine. Even as he staggers, he shakes his head, a thoughtful frown crossing his lips. Maybe he should consider less strategizing and more throwing. That's a good idea.
He'll put it into work once his head stops spinning.
Alas, Clark's plan sees no fruition. Instead, for all his efforts, he is met with a foot to the face.
There is more power behind the kick than her initial motions would suggest. Striking soundly, the kick sends the poor Ikari stumbling backwards yet again, giving the heiress distance, to allow her to hold her ground against him with considerable resistence. Yet for all the advantage she seems to have here, the woman remains calm, almost humble about it. There is neither smile nor frown as she faces down her opponent.
Regardless of his attempt to stop her short and otherwise failing, the woman does not hold herself back. Narrowing her eyes briefly, the Frenchwoman rushes forward once again, dipping her body low as she charges. Only when she draws near will she suddenly come to rise, to deliver a nice, sound uppercut straight to poor Clark's jaw, should it strike true.
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks Elisabeth's Coup de Veine.
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Clark 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Elisabeth
Fool him once, shame on Clark. Fool him twice, well, Clark feels like a doofus. But it's not happening again. Nope. Because this time, he comes prepared. Howso? Well...
This time, Elisabeth's blow does not hit Clark's jaw as she intends. There's only so many times you're allowed to hit a man in the jaw, you see, and this is not one of those times. Instead, Elisabeth's fist meets nothing but solid, gloved palm as it flings forth from her side. Meaty hand meats considerably more diminutive fist, and Clark does not to do much as budge. It certainly stings, but even so -- that's it.
Clark moves fast afterwards. Seeking to keep a firm hold on Elisabeth's hand, he attempts to lift and FLING her over his head, before delivering one, mighty uppercut into her gut to send her flying so high that she strikes the ceiling of the underground city. If successful, he'll obligingly move to the side so that when she falls... she doesn't fall on him. Because that would hurt.
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Elisabeth with Combo Throw.
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Clark 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Elisabeth
Her fist meets nothing but the palm of his hand, the heiress' expression mildly bemused at best as she finds herself in a slight predicament. Regardless, the woman makes an attempt to rise up and step BACK, to otherwise avoid any potential counterattacks which may come her way. Unfortunately, however, she is not fast enough. Snagged, she's flung overhead before she's sent skyhigh, crashing into the ceiling before she lands. Fortunately, however, she twists her body midair and lands in a crouch, boots clicking softly against tiles.
Frowning, the woman rises up and rubs her stomach, long fingers careful. Tilting her head slightly, she rolls her neck softly before she charges in and takes to the air, attempting to deliver a nice, sound flying-kick straight for his chest.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth successfully hits Clark with Light Kick.
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Clark 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Elisabeth
Well -- Clark finds himself quite solidly kicked again by another one of those dizzyingly fast strikes of Elisabeth's. Staggering backwards, Clark shakes his head once, rubbing his chest where he was struck. His real American manpecs feel quite numb at the moment, but he thinks he'll manage to survive by the grace of god. Still, he catches himself before he can falter too far, and then -- he stares intently at Elisabeth. Well, at least one of his blows struck clean. Let's see if he can repeat that process again.
As soon as Elisabeth lands, Clark makes a dash towards her. There's not much ground to cover; he runs maybe a few feet at most before he lands right next to the Frenchwoman, reaching out with a single hand. And, if it manages to make purchase on her shoulder, well...
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth blocks Clark's Arabian Burglary Backbreaker.
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Clark 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Elisabeth
Striking him yet again, the Frenchwoman lets her leg land before she recoils it and lands in the briefest of crouches, swift to rise up shortly thereafter. Taking three steps back, she puts distance between her and the Ikari, but an eye - a close one, at that - is kept intently on that soldier. He hurts, when he chooses to. It's best, then, to keep him at bay.
And he comes again. Charging forward, he manages to grab the woman. Snared, she's tossed...but somewhere in all of that, Elisabeth manages to twist her body and rotate, to land not atop his knee, but instead a few feet away. And, promptly upon landing, she darts forward, but does not attack him. Instead, the woman darts PAST him, where she kicks up a garbage can into the air. Another kick is then delivered, to kick it straight at his face. Who said she can't fight a little dirty?
No pun intended.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth successfully hits Clark with Large Thrown Object.
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Clark 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Elisabeth
Well... that didn't go as planned. In fact, none of this is. Clark finds this entire fight swiftly moving OUT of his favor despite his attempts to make it go otherwise. Elisabeth is apparantly outmaneuvering him very well, or simply outwitting him; he doesn't really know, but one thing he knows, Elisabeth is in the air. The next, there is a garbage can in his face, denting against his nose quite painfully as he goes tumbling backwards. It certainly hurts. The garbage can clatters to the side as it falls, Clark's mouth now bleeding. He's been hit in the face one too many times today. So what does he do? Does he stand back, take time to consider things? That proved not quite so well for him before. So...
... He just rushes forward again. A bit more sluggishly, but he still comes, darting across the distance with intent to swoop down and grip Elisabeth by one of her legs. If successful, she'll be hefted straight INTO the air, swung once, twice, and then released into a nearby pillar with titanic force. "HO!"
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth interrupts Strong Throw from Clark with Coup de Veine.
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Clark 1/--=====/=======|=======\===----\1 Elisabeth
However out of his favor the fight seems to be moving, he puts up a fight regardless. Unfortunately, so too does the heiress. Moving past him with considerable swiftness, the Frenchwoman kicks a garbage can at the Ikari, its contents spilling out noisily. It flies, and like a dirty missile strikes true, hitting the poor man and causing him to stagger back. Elisabeth, on the other hand, sets her foot down slowly, a hand returning to the crop's hilt at her side. She watches him like a hawk.
Again he moves. Not out yet, he pushes his attack. In turn, the woman moves too; dipping low, she flies at him before she rises UP, delivering a fierce punch to his gut, despite the awful pain of crashing against him causes. Afterwards, she herself staggers back a touch, despite how successful the attempt may have been. But, was it worth it?
There's that maneuver again. A fierce punch strikes Clark's gut, and he lets out a gasp of air before he staggers backwards, crashing into the ground beneath him. It's painful, whether or not the collision brings pain to Elisabeth. But... it pushes Clark to the limit. And now it's time for him...
TO PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT.
What does that mean, exactly? Who knows. Pulling himself up off his feet, Clark hastily dusts off his pants. The meaning of pushing it to the limit, however, will soon be known to Elisabeth as his gaze levels upon her. Wiping blood from his lips, Clark mutters something beneath his breath, smiles, and then?
Then Elisabeth might find him suddenly charging at her like one small freight train of Crazy and Bad Dude all combined into one scary package. His intent? To just CRASH right into Elisabeth and hoist her up onto his right shoulder. And, should he succeed...
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Elisabeth with Running Three.
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Clark 0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1 Elisabeth
... And, it seems that Clark DOES get a solid hold on Elisabeth. Hefting her up onto his shoulder, Steel's momentum does not even pause as he barrels forward, propelled by his own power and strength of will alone. Sending Elisabeth CRASHING forward, slamming her /headfirst/ into a nearby wall with such force that it dents the concrete and sends cracklines forming throughout the structure. Clark spins, repeating this procedure on the opposite wall, SLAMMING Elisabeth's head right into it. And, possibly assisting some potential brain damage, Clark spins one, final time, slamming Elisabeth headfirst into the first wall one more time before tossing her to the side.
Crashed into and thusly hoisted, the woman offers brief protest by way of flailing her arms and trying to slap those hands of his aside. This, of course, fails. Lifted, she's carted not once, not twice, but three times, slammed soundly against the walls of the subway. It hurts, yes. But the defense she holds up all the while - namely, by keeping her arms UP as she's crashed against walls - prevents it from doing more damage than it could potentially do. Either way, it still hurts.
Recovering from her brutal trip by rolling, the heiress ultimately rises to her feet, a mess if ever there was one. He wants to play that game? Fine. Regardless of her surroundings, regardless of the enclosed space, Elisabeth charges forward with impressive speeds, hands stretching out before her. She attempts to snare the man on a point of light, to lift him on high before points of chi erupt around him and burst, to send him flying back and away.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth successfully hits Clark with Shell Tware.
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Clark 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Elisabeth
Painful. But it's not exactly unanticipated. Clark's initial gesture is to take the whole blast of chi and throw powery stuff full force and just power through it like He-Man, but that doesn't work and, instead, he is churned, burned, and launched through the air, smashing into a nearby wall with a painful crack and thud. Smoke rises from Clark's body, and for a brief moment Clark shakes his head and just sits there, stunned. And then, slowly...
... Clark pulls himself onto his feet.
It's slow, and it's sluggish. But Clark RUSHES forward with intent to simply TACKLE himself into Elisabeth full-force. And, if successful, they're going to be rolling around on the floor -- a lot. It might seem awkward for him to do this to Elisabeth of all people, but there's a reason for rolling around on the city ground with the noblewoman. Meant to disorient, Clark will follow up quickly by lifting Elisabeth's upper body... and then slamming her, head-first, into the ground, before rolling off and... well. Dozing off.
Of course, if it misses, he's still going to do the dozing off part. Just he'll land rather messily against the floor, alone, with no one to roll around with. TRAGIC.
COMBATSYS: Clark can no longer fight.
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Elisabeth 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth counters Rolling Cradle from Clark with Platinum Mirage.
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Elisabeth 0/-------/--=====|
Caught on that point of light, others form around him, circling his body as the woman's arms rise up. Lifted, he is at the woman's mercy, those silvery bursts of chi racing toward the man's prone form. Collecting together, he is caught in the center before they burst, her hands falling in a slow, circular fashion before they rest at her side once more. He, on the other hand, soars back, to land against the nearest wall.
Tenacious, the Ikari pulls himself to his feet, much to her surprise. Tilting her head, she watches as he races near. Like before, however, the woman lifts a hand, seconds before he tackles against her. Striking that light, the woman vanishes, appearing a few feet ahead of him, but out of harm's way. She does not retaliate this time. He ultimately falls and slips into slumber. It earns him a bemused look, but ultimately the heiress lifts her head and glances toward the League officials.
"WINNER! Elisabeth Blanctorche!" the man cries, and a few bystanders clap before parting, to step onto the train. Elisabeth, on the other hand, exhales and staggers a bit thereafter, but ultimately makes her way for the nearest train...and likely the nearest café for a nice cup of tea to soothe her bruises.
COMBATSYS: Elisabeth has ended the fight here.
Log created by Clark, and last modified on 21:04:15 03/19/2007.