Description: Krizalid decides to clone Fran Drescher. You can guess what happens next.
WHU-PAH.
WHU-PAH.
That's the sound of a whip, if you don't know how to make the exact sound that a whip makes with your mouth. Or if you happen to be Irish. And have a sister named Whip! But that's all heresy, burn yourself for being a heretic!
The Cartel is always a fun and interesting place, its headquarters a haven for those who have been taken in and warped by the twisted lies of Igniz and his inner circle; the promise of a better tomorrow, if you but lend your strength to the Cartel. So many believe it like the rabid dogs they truly are, their desire to see something... better for this world, to help make a difference, twisted by the beck and call of those silver-haired, overly tanned generals who lead.
And right now, one of them is making the world's worst whip sound with his mouth. Why, one might inquire? A simple fact; Krizalid likes making celebrity clones. And right now, he's got at least two Lucy Liu's and one Fran Drescher following after him. "Ooooh, Mistah Krizalid, you're so big and mighty, ahahahaha!" the nasal tones of the latter clone ring out as they all stride down the hall.
Yes, welcome to the Cartel, led by sheer genius. The Irishman himself is the meat of an Asian sandwich, an arm about the shoulder of each Liu. They seem uncomfortable. "Ladies, ladies, I know; she's annoyin'. I'll let ya kill her once we're in me quarters, how about that?" This pleases the Liu's greatly. In turn, they will please Krizalid greatly.
They continue down the hall, towards those very quarters. Just another day at their hidden mountain base...
"... It would seem some things never change."
It had been at least ten minutes ago that Zero, having only recently arrived back to base from... errands in Southtown, was disturbed from his work in the labs by what could only be described as the most annoying sound -- in the world. At first, it had not done much to interfere with the man's work. But eventually that piercing, nasaly sound drifted too far into the man's brain to the point that even the ever-patient second-in-command could not ignore it any further. Whatever it was, it was disturbing him. And he was going to likely break it down into as small of pieces as he possibly could.
Which brings us to the present:
The tall, imposing form of NESTS Vice President obstructs the end of the hall that Krizalid is taking his leisurely stroll through. He does not look happy; however, his gaze isn't focused on his similarly tanned and white-haired associate. That gray, unpleasant stare levels directly on Krizalid's posse of clones. Specifically... Fran Drescher.
"..."
Zero's right eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly. It's the only sign of annoyance he'll ever allow.
"Krizalid," he speaks smoothly -- /considerately/, even. "I have no qualms with tolerating your obscene fascinations with these clones. However, that one," Zero's gaze falls back to Drescherclone. It is not a pleasant gaze, "/that/ one, has to go."
Alright, so maybe even the man who paid for this clone -- although truth be told, it was a special 'Clone 2 and Get 1 Free' deal from the NESTS Clone Bank -- is starting to regret his choice on this one. Thanks to the man at the end of the hall, he's forced to stop short his forward stroll with his bevy of beauties. The Irishman stares at Zero. Oh look. It's Zero. He opens his mouth to reply --
"Oh Mistah Krizalid, that man's hair is so straight and back, not like your head of beautiful short silver hair! Ahahahaha!"
A twitch develops in the right cheek of the tanned foreigner, and one of the Liu's is quick to smooth it out. They fawn over him openly, despite the Vice-President's presence. Those pills he slipped into their cloning vat must be working a treat. "Dun' worry ya little moustache about it, Zerah." Isn't his Irish accent great?! "She's not long for this world, are ya, luv?"
"Waaait, do you mean I'm taking a long walk off a short pier? Ahahaha, you're such a funny guy, I can't wait to peel off this short little bath robe of mine and take you all for myself! Ahahahaha - ha - ha - haaaa~" For the moment it's like slow motion as her laugh drags out, that nasal tone piercing through like a jackhammer.
Both Liu's spontaneously detach from Krizalid to vomit openly onto the hall. It's eerie timing, but that's the fun of the 48 Hour Clone Clause! Or maybe it's just the visual of Fran Drescher naked. "Ach, ya might wanna call the janitors over," the Irishman advises the 2IC, lifting a slim brow quizzically.
"I understand you had a run-in with the Blanctorche heir--"
"Oh Mistah Krizalid, that man's hair--"
"--was wondering as to the exact purpose of such--"
"--your head of beautiful--"
"--and what your thoughts on the woman's prowess were--"
"Ahahahaha!"
"..."
It's a frightening thing when even Zero's commanding voice is lost within a sea of unintelligible, whiney garbage that pierces like a lance. The white-haired man is left to stare at his compatriot's little idea of a 'joke,' or perhaps his attempt to refine some kind of twisted and perverse act of God. Whatever the reason, both that and Krizalid's irritating 'wit' have already begun to grate the second-in-command. His mouth opens.
"Ahahahaha - ha - ha - haaaa~"
"Hm."
It is at the precise moment that the two Liu's detach and begin to vomit that Zero's stance shifts subtly, imperceptibly. His fingers stretch out, a feeling of forboding washing over the hall.
"I believe this batch of clones have outlived their usefulness."
The chime of metal striking metal is all that comes to alert of the sudden, jerking motion of Zero's body. His knees bend, and he thrusts a single hand forward in one eerily calm motion. And from that? A massive wall of invisible force SLAMS through the area in front of him. The force alone will be enough to liquify the Liu's and, more importantly, Drescher's insides unless Krizalid makes any obvious movements to protect them. As for Krizalid, well... unfortunate that he, too, might be caught in the wake of the blast.
COMBATSYS: Zero has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid has joined the fight here.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zero
COMBATSYS: Krizalid fails to interrupt Shikka Koujin from Zero with Large Thrown Object.
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Krizalid 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Zero
It's the flare of Chi that alerts the Irishman to an incoming assault -- and on instinct, he reaches for the closest available thing, one of the heaving Liu's, intent on hoisting her into the path of what he feels, in his very Irish bones, is about to be unleashed. Yet even as he grasps the closest one, that being the one to his right, his hand passes straight through her arm as she liquefies into a pile of goo. Mmm, free goo.
Amidst macabre markings, those beady eyes of Krizalid twist to regard Zero -- and that wave of force strikes him, sending him tumbling back down the hallway. "Ow - ohh - ach - me noggin!" he sounds his pain with each fall and twist, eventually ending on his stomach. He lifts his head to stare down the hall. He's just in time for the moment that breaks his heart.
"Oh, Mistah Krizalid, I... I don't feel too good..." the Drescher clone groans, nasal and whiny to the bitter end. She clutches at the impressive hole in her stomach. And then she too liquefies, body slowly becoming a puddle, her mouth the last thing to dissolve; "Ahahaha... ha... haaaa..."
"Ach, ya bloody fool, Zerah!" Krizalid shouts as he straightens. A fist lifts, clenched and righteous. "Ah was goin' ta use that womb'a hers in front of the Liu's, and ya ruined it all with ya daft blast'a chi!" The more irate he becomes, the thicker his accent, it seems! Thankfully, he spares the 2IC the specifics on how he intended to use Fran.
Meanwhile, his fist shakes, indignant! The voice of his father rings in his ear; 'Don't just stand there boy, shake your fist at them!' No, no, wait. That was the Simpsons episode he watched last night. Krizalid shakes his fist regardless! He even glares.
There isn't even a look of mild satisfaction on Zero's face as the wave of pure force and invisible chi pummels through all three clones and their miserable, foolish owner. Instead, Zero snaps his hand shut into a fist, crossing both arms behind his back as he straightens once more. His expression deadpan at best, he looks on as the clones are reduced to nothing more than the base elements they were composed of to begin with. It's for the best; such a creature as Clonerescher should have never seen the light of day to begin with.
"You are sorely tempting me to teach you a lesson in manners, Krizalid. As such I believe it would be in your best interests to stop talking... now." Zero does not make any move to withdraw from his position at the hall's exit. Gray eyes instead path towards where they white-haired Irishman landed, a small frown of distaste creasing his lips.
Despite Krizalid's obvious irritation and the hot air he spews in the NESTS executive's direction, Zero does not make any form of a continued assault. Instead, he lifts a hand, waving Krizalid off almost dismissively. Like one might do to any common subordinate. "If these little 'scientific projects' of yours are so important to you, then you can always make more. Of course, they will all be coming out of your salary." There is a decided pause here, as Zero's eyes sweep around him, taking in the mess, "As will the money used to clean up these halls. Keep in mind, however, if you ever choose to make that..." He searches for the most appropriate word possible, before coming up with the only one that would truly fit: "... thing again, it will be terminated. Are we understood?"
Zero makes no movements from the door, neither towards Krizalid or away. If the other man continues to be so foolish, well -- Zero will just have to teach him what happens when people are insubordinate.
COMBATSYS: Zero focuses on his next action.
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Krizalid 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Zero
Yeeeah, better book the Irishman in for one of those lessons now, because from the way he's shaking that fist he's going to do something... silly. After all, his name is Sillizid! "Considerin' that ya just destroyed the lot o'em, ya'll be payin for the next lot as a gesture of good will unless ya be wantin' me to send the next lot of those 'things' into ya bedroom with ya for a month straight, ya hear?"
He seems rather serious. In fact, so serious that he ignites, shedding his coat into a fine flurry of ash -- like a madman ripping out his own hair. No doubt mad with grief for his fallen clones, he doesn't waste any time. The ash fills the air, only to twist around him as he dashes forward towards his would-be superior! Wave him off dismissively? Wave this off dismissively!
There isn't that much between the two of them, physically or otherwise, and there's even less as Krizalid narrows the gap. He leaps, clearing the ground -- and in the air he comes down with a rather vicious looking right hook, following it up swiftly with a one-two combination. "Ya on high for now, Zerah, but ya best be watchin' yaself!"
COMBATSYS: Zero counters Cut Spin from Krizalid with Forcefield.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Zero
[OOC] Elisabeth says, "GOD ZERO YOU'RE SUCH A DICK"
"You are not in the position to make demands of me." Zero states this as clearly and slowly as he possibly can, to allow Krizalid to understand the full meaning and impact of it. "Remember that."
The display of those Kusanagi flames is something considered with bland eyes. Of course, Zero knows that look in Krizalid's eye all too well, knows what those flames mean; he was there the day that they were painstakingly laced into Krizalid's DNA, after all. He remains unperturbed. Several flecks of ash pass over his vision, landing on the shoulders of his suit as he stiffly observes, yet makes no motions. So Krizalid plans to do something foolish. The look in Zero's eyes implies it's not entirely unexpected...
... as does the swift counterassault that follows the moment that Krizalid's first hooking punch swings in. Instead of flesh, Krizalid meets something solid, harder than steel. It only is apparent at the moment of impact: rippling waves of royal purple chi condensed into a full-body forcefield around Zero. "I am always watching, Krizalid." As he speaks, that forcefield discharges a massive amount of chi-based, violet electricity, swarming Krizalid's body to shock him and explode in a wake of concussive force to send him flying away from Zero once more.
"Always."
The punch meets a wall of force, and the Irishman's lips quirk into a quick sneer. He expected as much. Too old to take a hit like a man. They're equally aware of the other's repertoire, and he closes his eyes; he knows what's coming next. The shock courses his body, sending him flying down the hall to bounce a few more times. This time, it's without the running commentary.
Pushing himself off the ground, it seems that the electroshock therapy has done some good; Krizalid seems calmer, the third in command of the Cartel offering a soft smirk as he straightens to his full height. "Ya fetish for watchin' aside, Zerah, this has hardly gotten off to the best'a starts," he says, before clearing his throat. The lilt descends back to tolerable levels. "Honestly though, since it seems you've started something here, we may as well get the most out of it, hmm? I'm a big enough man for this to be just a friendly spar..."
He lifts a gloved hand, clenching those clawed fingers into a fist. "Although I'm the underdog from the get-go, what do you say?" And since he is the underdog, he doesn't bother to take a moment to gather his breath; instead he beckons that very air he would otherwise take in to compose himself with, and lashes out. A descending axe kick from that distance results in a gale-force surge of air down the hall, sickles of air slicing for the 2IC and his battle skirt.
COMBATSYS: Zero endures Krizalid's Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Krizalid 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Zero
Too aware to be fooled by such a simplistic assault. Zero's watchful gaze never strays from Krizalid just as much as he does not leave his position at the hall's exit, like an immovable object.
Yet that lack of motion is coming to an end in relatively short order; just as much as Krizalid knows about Zero's abilities, Zero knows of Krizalid's. Perhaps moreso, having been one of the leading researchers in the duplication of the flames the younger man now uses. So as he feels the unusual presence of wind drifting through his hair and towards Krizalid, he knows what is coming next. And rather than mount a suitable defense to it, Zero crouches down, tenses his knees... and springs.
It's about the same time that Krizalid unleashes those gales of wind that Zero cuts across the distance between them in a flurry of motion. The older man barrels right INTO the chi-laced blades of wind, taking the full brunt of each sickle yet not stopping in his pursuit in the slightest. The blades have done their impressive damage, but Zero hardly even winces. Instead, he comes in swift, sweeping upward with the arch of his right leg to slam his heel right into the side of Krizalid's face in a most brutal impact.
"Challenge accepted."
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Zero's Light Kick.
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Krizalid 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Zero
The funny part about Krizalid? He's not all there anymore. So when Zero leaps into the path of his assault and dares to defy it, it draws a broad smile across the face of the Irishman. He doesn't even move, as that heel comes in towards that smile, even as it impacts with his right cheek and smooshes his features to one side. His lip breaks under the impact, cut from the force--but still, that smile remains.
And with the 2IC up close and personal, it would seem that the challenge has indeed been accepted. "So glad you accept, Zero," he says in that moment of impact, as the force of it rolls across both of them -- as time threatens to stand still, for the sake of a conversation. Having welcomed the blow in, his body still wishes to recoil from the sheer force of that strike -- but exerting supreme control, the man in the battle suit holds his ground. His torso may lean back, but his legs remain strong. Muscles rippled beneath that tight suit, which gleams as data is collected -- and promptly rejected.
He doesn't need old man data!
Those legs are stronger than his arms, certainly, but it's the latter he employs. That control he exerts brings his torso back up as he strikes back, aiming to cave the still-airborne Zero's chest in with a mammoth fist to the sternum.
COMBATSYS: Zero blocks Krizalid's Strong Punch.
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So Krizalid chooses to take in the full brunt of Zero's physical might. It's a daring thing, to be sure, and one that some people find admirable. Zero, however, does not make much of it beyond a tactically ill-adviced maneuver. But then, so was his own choice in action, and so he cannot find room to judge.
However -- the 2IC has more pressing concerns to deal with, such as the matter of that sweeping punch aimed for the dead center of his chest. Gray eyes quickly flicking down, his own augmented and altered body twists with unnatural grace as Krizalid's fist comes to bear. A single hand snaps up to intercept the strike, catching it soundly within the palm of his hand. Though it stings, it hardly seems to both Zero much; his gaze remains unphased, his silent stare leveled on Krizalid before he leaps straight backwards to gain distance.
Landing solidly on his feet with the sound of heavy leather striking pristine metal, Zero takes a solid grasp of his cape. He hardly even bothers to wait for Krizalid to recover from his previous assault; instead, he /swipes/ that skirt forward, the material stretching to unbelievable lengths and closing the distance between them. The bladed hem of that cape seeks to saw through Krizalid from side to side in a horizontal swipe, that will likely litter the ground with the other man's precious blood should it happen to connect solidly. 'Friendly spar' is a very loose term in NESTS.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid fails to counter Ouga from Zero with Rising Darkmoon.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Zero
[OOC] Krizalid says, "rofl"
He's -- taking -- his -- skirt -- and -- using -- it -- like -- a -- weapon !!
Try though Krizalid might, it seems he has no answer for the swiftly moving skirt; it slashes into him, cutting his suit and into his tanned, muscled hide beneath it. Even as he attempts to launch himself into a counter-attack, a rising uppercut harnessing all of his reserves, it doesn't pay any dividends; he fails, knocked back and away. His blood spills, trailing in a path that leads to the Irishman himself, now with a hand held firm to his side. The other holds his defensive stance. "Hav' I ever told ya how much I hate the NESTS greatcoat range?"
One snap of his wrist is all it takes to send the coattails of his cape spiraling back towards Zero. Blood spatters from its retraction and its sudden flick back into proper place behind him. His left arm settling behind his back, Zero maintains an air of perfect calm as he watches Krizalid's failed attempt to do away with his assault. There's no words on Zero's part; at least, not at first. There's no need, really. Conversation is not the purpose of this exchange.
Instead, NESTS' second-in-command takes a single, slow step forward, his right foot pressing heavily against the cold metal of the hallway ground. Pushing /off/ that foot, Zero breaks into a run towards Krizalid, his right hand swinging down and forward before suddenly jerking /up/ to crush into Krizalid's gut. The force alone would be enough to just knock the other man directly into the air as Zero's body twists, snapping his right leg high upwards before whipping it /DOWN/ right into Krizalid's sternum with crushing force.
"It /is/ top of the line." Much like all Zero's toys.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Zero's Heavy Kick.
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Taking a blood covered glove away from his wound, the Irishman allows himself to be launched into the air; he is driven up by the fist of Zero, but as the old man twists to bring that boot down, it doesn't quite pan out. The boot meets one of Krizalid's own, as the man sends himself into a neat backwards flip. It's supreme control; that's what NESTS is all about, after all.
Landing, Krizalid slides back a pace or two before once more bringing up his dukes. "So are me clones, and ya just be knockin' em around like they're nothin'," he replies concerning the greatcoat range. Judging the fall of the 2IC, he dashes forward, extending his right leg. If his timing is right, his right foot should meet Zero's middle -- at which point he'll once more exert supreme control, and twist to smash the elderly man into the metal floor of the hall.
"Ya still owe me for the Liu's at least!" Yes, he has his own toys.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Zero with Lethal Impact.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Zero
Now there is an attack that seems to take Zero by surprise, finally; underestimating the exact speed of the incoming strike, Zero begins to wheel himself backwards to get out of the sudden extension of the other man's foot, but he is just a few seconds off at the most. The steel boot strikes his midsection, and with a single twist sends the large, white-haired man crashing into the floor with enough force to dent the steel in a most painful way. However...
... However, for all the force that Krizalid manages to muster, it's not quite enough to keep the older man down for long. Almost instantly, Zero pushes off the ground, leaping backwards to wipe blood from his lips as he observes the other man with cold, considerate eyes. "... maybe." Is his only answer, before he lifts his right, bloodied hand into the air. There is the briefest moments of silence that ushers over the area, before a single pinprick of light swells from within Zero's grasp. It pulses, with a chillng cold, sweeping throughout the large hall.
The silence, however, does not last long. It seems that Zero intends to reciprocate Krizalid's painful strike with one of his own. White envelops the entirety of the hall before it seems to begin to literally suck all light from the surrounding landscape, to the point where all around them grows black and dark. At the very epicenter of this sudden wave of chilling power, at the grasp of Zero's hand, reality itself seems to rip and tear, ushering forth a black, seething portal of terrifying strength. Violet chi crackles like a storm of electricity around the opening as a corona of dark energies surround the whole of Zero's body.
It is right then that a swarm of dark, spheres composed of black, blue and violet chi manifest from wherever the cracking of lightning strikes. These spheres begin to fling themselves at a rapid rate back towards the very portal they originated from, while at the same time seeking out Krizalid to strike him over and over with tremendous power, each one bearing with it chilling, explosive might. And at the center? Zero, with a cold, dull smile on his lips.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid stops Hakura Messhou from Zero with Typhon's Rage - Reflect.
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Krizalid 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Zero
There's definitely something FUN in slamming the guy under your boss into the ground. Even though Zero is quick to push back up and away, the Irishman still wears a smile on his face, even as blood continues to seep from his injuries; he's having fun. Not the same kind of fun he would have had with the clones, mind you, but he'll no doubt ring ahead and order more to be ready once he recuperates from these injuries. They're certainly substantial, and they're taking his toll on the tanned man.
In fact, he's contemplating simply retiring from the spar while he's still able to stand when reality is torn at the 2IC's command. "Well, ain't tha' pretty," he says, knowing precisely what he's staring into. Would-be oblivion. And that just won't do!
So when those spheres start flying at him, Krizalid summons forth the one natural talent he has; his ability to harness the winds. Each sphere is met by a sickle of wind as they near him, the man using each of his limbs to ensure that the spheres... have no effect on him whatsoever! Explosions fill the hall, threatening to trip the fire alarm, but when all the smoke clears...
The Irishman is still standing, and it's he who wears the smile. "Na' bad, Zerah."
There's not many people who can just flat out stop Zero's greatest attack -- but that is why the second-in-command has a slight, begrudging respect for Krizalid to begin with. He has skill, and for the majority is not a fool. For the majority. But with Zero's signature maneuver completely denied like that... there is not much for the man to do. He seems undisturbed by the fact, his hand clenching to a fist and ultimately stopping the rift in space, shutting and sealing it away without so much as a second thought. So expertly dealt with, but then...
... Zero's not quite done yet.
"Hmph. Same to you." It's the only form of compliment that Zero will offer Krizalid in the aftermath of the strike. It IS impressive. But the younger white-haired commander is likely already verging on his last legs, and Zero has a schedule to keep. So what is there to do?
The answer is relatively simple, and comes in the form of Zero simply BLASTING across the distance between himself and Krizalid. His right hand pulls back, before swinging /forward/ in one simple, albeit quick, swipe aimed right for the side of the dark-skinned man's skull. It's quick, but brutal and effective. And, Zero judges, given Krizalid's current state it might be just enough to put the other man out.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Zero's Quick Punch.
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Lowering his hands, the feel of chi is ridiculously high in the air. Krizalid is without a doubt on his last legs -- the quick strike from Zero should have been enough, but somehow, someway, he manages to pull his defense back into effect right at the last moment. The fist cracks into his forearm, and the victim is sent tumbling to one side.
Rolling through and back to his feet, he uses his surrounds to his advantage. Although he teeters on his legs, he still seizes enough initiative to press the assault. And in turn, he presses off the wall of the hall, gaining some slight bit of momentum as he retaliates with a fist of his own.
"Pretty sure I'm just about done, Zerah! Might call it in a sec," he notes as his fist whistles in for the old man's black heart. At the last moment though, he pulls out of the strike -- and his forearm aims to catch Zero by the neck and throw him down the hall.
COMBATSYS: Zero counters Quick Throw from Krizalid with Forcefield.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Zero
And herein is where Zero makes a single underestimation of his opponent's abilities. He had almost forgotten Krizalid's overwhelming tenacity and his ability to simply /cling/ to life like a cockroach. His blow met with a block, Zero sweeps backwards to assess his situation, considering his inferior officer and the information being fed to him via his suit.
Krizalid has put too much effort into this spar, and despite one hard blow, Zero has simply /outlasted/ him. It's apparent in the slow, clumsy way he maneuvers towards Zero. The feint is easy to see through, and easy to construct a counter-maneuver. Taking a single step /backwards/, that forearm swings outward...
... and then strikes the solid wall of Zero's forcefield, just like before.
The field shimmers from the impact, but it's not nearly strong enough to crack the strong barrier of chi. And within just a few moments, another burst of electricity courses through Krizalid's body, to throw /him/ down the hall instead of Zero.
Definitely, it seems that Krizalid has put too much into this. Perhaps it was the pill he popped on his way back to his quarters, or simply the fact he got off to a wrong start with the destruction of his precious clones. Regardless, he ultimately comes up against the forcefield again, and he's down the hall a moment later.
"And tha'," the Irishman states as he clambers back to his feet for the final time. "Is jus' about that, I'm afraid." There's a twinkle in his eyes though, as he signals the end of the spar.
Rather, he waits for the feeling of that field to dissipate and then, summoning his will for one final action, he dashes forward to grip the old man by the throat and give him one last tumble.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zero counters Chokeslam from Krizalid with Mabukousou.
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"You're right," Zero speaks calmly, turning his back to Krizalid as the other man struggles back to his feet,
"That is just about it."
Krizalid might have had plans to deal with Zero, but it seems the older man has little interest in seeing them. In fact, even as Krizalid rushes forward in a swirl of desperate motion, Zero walks slowly; full of self-assurance. But as Krizalid reaches only a few feet from the NESTS commander, he might start to feel the reason why; that being... his forward charge is suddenly, and simply /stopped/ before he can even reach the older, white haired man.
The reason for this might be felt before it's seen: ice-cold tendrils of otherworldly chi sprout from the shadows themselves, wrapping around Krizalid's legs and holding him fast to the ground while simultaneously draining at the man's very sensation of life. The pause in movement is only a brief reprieve, though. Soon after, Zero is spinning in a wide kick, slamming one mighty foot dead-center into Krizalid's chest to send him rocketing backwards. And when the spin completes itself... Zero's back is once more turn to Krizalid, and he is once more walking away.
"Thank you for the spar, Krizalid. And I am not paying for the replacements of your clones. Next time pick ones less annoying."
COMBATSYS: Zero takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Zero has ended the fight here.
Log created by Zero, and last modified on 13:17:26 04/12/2007.