Description: Hardcore platform battle! Zero and Frei face off against Krizalid and Aislinn in a horribly convoluted battle between two mobile platforms. Girders are thrown, people get punched, and in the end... (Winners: Zero and Frei)
There's something magical about Metro City at night. There are very few mega-ultra-super-duper-zomg-metropolises (metropolii?) in the world, and one thing they share in common at night is the glow: the shed light of millions of windows and streetlamps, cars and monuments, all fighting against the encroaching dark in a myriad of shades and intensities. In a way, there's a certain beauty to that sort of affair, a representation of mankind's eternal struggle against darkness. Something something metaphor.
Right now Frei is one bridge and a hundred feet of elevation away from said spectacle and could care less about the sociocultural ramifications of light pollution. Instead, he is trying not to look at the ground and warm up at the same time, already on one of the platforms held aloft by massive cranes. It's not that the monk is afraid of heights, but there's a certain reassurance of not falling to your doom that comes from, say... walls. And not being punched in the jaw by people trying to hurt you.
Instead he rubs his hands across his forearms for warmth in the slightly chilly spring air and tries to keep a positive outlook. "I've handled worse. And realistically the worst-case scenario just involves shattered vertebrae that leave me a quadraplegic for life. I can take up physics and be Stephen Hawking, maybe." A beat, and he looks around as the platform makes its slow journey in a circle. "Maybe they'll have a monkey up there throwing barrels at us."
This is certainly -quite- the setup. It's about as dangerous as an SNF gets provided one isn't fighting Iori, or Freeman, or any number of the other psycho-hose-beasts out there that will gladly rip your throat out as have a nice cold frappachino from Starbucks. Ais has found she really likes those, by the way; the caffeine isn't so much the issue but the taste is something she adores. Quietly, though.
Having seen the card for tonight's match, Aislinn feels a little bit of apprehension--rather, a lot. Frei isn't the problem; she's faced him in battle before, several times actually. But to fight alongside Krizalid--and for Krizalid to have to battle Zero... it will be a battle to control impulses, she knows that much. At the opposite end of the platform from Frei, Aislinn is, quite simply, standing--not straight, her knees bent and her feet further apart, for stability... this swinging platform is goign to complicate things.
But she seems completely and totally focused on this. She has to--she can't even afford to look at Krizalid and Zero's fight, yet.
"Hmmm! These Saturday Night Fights get more and more convoluted as they go along, don't you think?"
Zero stands at the platform hovering just above the one the two younger fighters stand upon, looking skywards with a faint expression of awe, perhaps -- or maybe reminiscence. The man has become slightly better known throughout the fighting circuit as of late, though his real name, and his true origins and even personality remain completely unknown. For the best, after all. One needs a guise when researching prospective fighters, and there is none better than the one he wears: brown hair, a brown mustache, and a brilliant smile that threatens to verge on the beginnings of a grin. It's all fake, of course. Fake... but a perfectly convincing facade nonetheless.
Of course, it's hard to test prospective fighters when Zero is assigned to fight members of your own organization that he already has a wealth of data on. Next week, he'll have to see about doing some pulling behind the strings to face off against someone /other/ than NESTS operatives. Still -- for the current time, he finds himself in a less than ideal situation, and all he can do is put forth a fake smile that spreads wide enough to squint his eyes. His back is turned to his opponent, but even so -- he's ready.
"Hoho!" He chuckles heartily, letting his hands clasp behind his back. "I hope this proves to be an exciting match!"
Being an Irishman by birth and by trade-- don't ask-- there's a certain something to be said about being suspended so very high up in the air, with only the tension of a crane's coils to stop you from plummeting to your doom. And that's precisely what Krizalid, standing on the upper platform in his typical fluffy-boa coat, says to his companion; "We are damn high up, eh?" He words it with class, as always, crunching a complex sentence down into so few words.
All the same, he doesn't exhibit any signs of fear; he's Irish, after all, and no doubt has more than just a stout of Dutch courage to keep him up there. But wait, did that man-who-he-shouldn't-know say something? From between his macabre markings, he squints at Zero.
He squints right at that fake moustache. "Ya look pretty silly wit' that thing," he advises his fellow operative, a smirk sliding his features. There certainly won't be a lot of fresh data for his suit to compile, that much is certain. On the other hand, he can almost see his house from here. "Guess we should get started, huh?" No doubt the camera crews on nearby platforms are ready to start filming.
COMBATSYS: Frei has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Zero has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Zero 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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COMBATSYS: Aislinn has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Aislinn escapes Frei's notice at first, since the shadow of the higher platform briefly floats by as the two align, then pass in the pre-fight moments... looks like the two groups will be separated for a while. That's perfectly fine with the monk, who really doesn't need to add any more Mario to his Donkey Kong right now. "How about next week," he mutters to himself, bringing his hands behind his head and tightening the knot on his headband, "me and three other rational adults sit down and play full-contast Canasta on global pay-per-view, eh?"
When he turns, Frei then sees the stoic Silent Assassin living up to her name, and he blinks. She's a known quantity, after all, but it's been some time since the monk saw or fought her. "Oi, Miss Doyle!" he says, giving a jaunty wave. "A pleasure as always." That's a lie; Frei finds fighting Seven of NESTS^W^W^W^W^WNine slightly unnerving because of her rigidly stoic demeanor. Still, she's a challenging opponent, so that's something. Plus, wasn't he supposed to remember to tell her something...? Ah well.
The voice of the fight coordinator down below booms out a loud "FIGHTERS, READY? ...LET'S RUMBLE!" from the PA down (safely) below, and Frei shakes out his arms. "Looks like it's time to get started. Good luck! And maybe..." Before finishing the sentence, Frei ducks forward and thrusts his open palm at Aislinn, intending to give her a swift palm strike to the gut, a scintillating aura of red-orange fire surrounding his hand to give it some extra kick. "...we can agree not to chuck each other 30 stories to our doom?"
COMBATSYS: Aislinn blocks Frei's Quick Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Is she unnerving? She finds people who are -too- expressive unnerving, herself. Gross, base displays of emotion disturb her. And besides, her bodytype is nothing like Jeri Ryan's. Maybe more like Nicole DeBoer maybe. The announcer's voice booms off and Aislinn tenses; hearing that voice is the signal that the fight's about to start.
Frei takes first initiative--or Aislinn lets him. Either way, he's the first to act. The flaring palm thrust is deflected with the simple expedient of Aislinn meeting it with her own palm; not a counter attack, just getting the extremity between Frei's hand and her body.
There is the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips as she says, "No promises." And then she's twisting to her left, lifting her right leg and kicking it outwards at Frei's gut in a kick remarkably similar to one of Sakura's.
... there's also the crackle of red electricity around her kicking foot.
It seems like the fight is about to begin. Cameras hover around either platform, suspended and rotating around the respective duels, zooming in just as the fight begins and Frei bursts across the distance to fight his opponent. Zero, of course, knows the rules. No interfering until the time has passed and the platforms are aligned. Not that interference would even be a remotely easy feat at this stage. And so, he's left with...
"'Krizalid,' yes? What an odd name!" Zero opts to feign ignorance as to the other man's identity. There's no point or justifiable reason why he should portray the truth. He doesn't outright attack, at first. Instead, he turns to face his fellow NESTS operative, gripping onto the edge of his skirt with his right hand. "Well, then, introductions aside... let's get this started, shall we?"
As simple as that, the fight is started. And yet, Zero makes no overt movements. Instead, there is the simple twist of his body, the snap of his wrist -- and the edge of his dark cape is flung /outward/. What might have once been impossible distances is surmounted as the very fabric of that cape expands outward to great lengths, the metal tips of it lashing outward to strike at Krizalid from one side to another. But, the NESTS third-in-command may note, those metal teeth? Lack their dangerously sharp edges, having been dulled down to something particularly less fatal.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Zero's Hankyou.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
For his part, the Irishman simply rolls his eyes as the introductions take place. "Daft old fool," he mutters with just enough volume for the second-in-command to hear, giving his head the slightest of shakes. But with the announcement, it's clear that hurting is afoot.
The old man lashes out with that battle skirt, and it's met by Krizalid's forearms. The teeth may be dull, but they still tear into the fabric of the suit -- but minimal harm is done to the man wearing it, which is what he was after. "Ya know, for someone who's meant ta be in disguise, ya could've at least worn a dress less trademarked..." he quips, before spreading his arms wide.
In a burst, he ignites. The coat is reduced to ash in moments, fluttering about in the winds which suddenly rise -- as the Operative beckons them forth, lacing his chi into the air as those flames die down. Left standing in his battle suit, a faint trickle of blood running his right elbow, he lashes back in turn. Leaping forward in an assisted jump, he closes the gap as he swings his right fist through for Zero's face. Not once, not twice-- ok, just twice.
COMBATSYS: Frei endures Aislinn's Medium Kick.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Well, the 'no promises' thing doesn't exactly instill confidence, and Frei's never exactly been a speed freak, so he improvises: when Aislinn thrusts her leg at his stomach he braces himself and lets her, the Silent Assassin's boot making him grimace in considerable pain as it connects. However, he has the presence of mind to reach down and snap his fingers around her leg, hopefully holding it fast, and grinning at her. "Well, then... all bets are off!" In a display of dexterity, the monk yanks on Aislinn's leg to drag her closer and, once she's close enough, intends to plant both feet in *her* stomach and then push off in a burst of purple lightning of his own. If she can steal from Sakura, so can Frei!
COMBATSYS: Aislinn fails to counter Tenrai Enbu from Frei with Brutal Hammer.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
So what she -tried- to do was pull her leg from his grasp and turn around to deliver her own beating to him. What ended -up- happening was that she was thrust-kicked and blasted nearly to the edge of the platform; she comes rolling to a stop half off of it, actually, grasping the edge to keep herself from going over. That was... very unpleasant, and she is reasonably sure, now, that she doesn't want to continue this fight... but she has not much of a choice.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Zero with Cut Spin.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Krizalid
Twice does Krizalid's fists swing, and it seems that he is prepared to launch a guard in response -- but he's just a /second/ too slow. Krizalid comes in with too much power, too much speed, and while Zero predicts the two swings successfully, guarding against them is another matter entirely.
The first blow hits with a resounding crack, sending Zero staggering backwards. The second impacts just as roughly, and the NESTS executive takes another two step backwards. Fortunately, he's not quite floored -- and he's entirely prepared to launch a counterassault. That was an error. Fortunately... it wasn't a fatal one.
"You think so?" Is his simple response as he lashes out with his skirt once more. It whips forward again in a similar manner as the earlier maneuver. This time, however, it extends further outward, whipping upward with intent to bludgeon Krizalid with brutal, metal tipped skirt edges, delivering with it enough force to send most individuals careening backwards.
COMBATSYS: Zero successfully hits Krizalid with Satsuma.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Krizalid
The feel of his fist encountering Zero's body is something to rejoice in -- but it seems that Krizalid spends a moment too long in enjoying the feel of his gloved knuckles sinking into leathery old-man flesh. Retaliation proves swift, and at such proximity there's little for the younger man to do.
Even as he attempts to roll aside, it's too late; the skirt catches him in a vicious uppercut, lifting him off the platform and into the air. Through a fine spray of blood, he grimaces at the agony. A crucial mistake, but this fight is still young. Twisting in mid-air, he lands several paces back, sliding along the platform. A three-point stance ensures he does not travel too far, his gloved fingers raking the metal underfoot as he halts his backwards momentum.
"Not bad," he states as he rises, before beckoning his own lash. Lifting his right leg, he delivers a vicious strike -- and the air whimpers in agony! In turn though, the air stirs thick, and sickles of it lash out, progressing towards Zero with the intent to rend! "Not bad at all!"
Well, that worked better than expected. Frei wipes his brow as he turns back around and observes the situation, that particular technique almost always leaving him with his back turned to his opponent. He knew he'd managed to connect with Aislinn, but didn't expect to see her retreating quite so quickly. Deciding not to press the issue, instead he hangs back and assumes a defensive stance, gathering his chi and watching the Silent Assassin carefully. "You okay?" Stupid question, Frei, you just kicked her in the stomach.
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Krizalid
It wasn't -retreating-. It was the force of Frei's kick. Aislinn rises to her feet, her eyes narrowed. Frei has... gotten considerably stronger since the last time she fought him. Her own lack of strength is thrown in her face... how will she handle it? Firstly, she doesn't reply to Frei--even as the platforms are swinging, creating an unstable surface, Aislinn is moving closer to Frei, intent on delivering at least one good blow. Perhaps that's all she can hope for. As she approaches, closing on her left, she sets herself, right hand cocked back, and then she's flinging it overhead, putting all her body into the followthrough, an overhead smash intent on Frei's head.
COMBATSYS: Zero blocks Krizalid's Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
A truly dangerous attack; Zero knows well of Krizalid's exceptional control over winds, a facet of his abilities he possessed /before/ coming into NESTS. But this time, the second-in-command is not caught unawares. The sweep of Krizalid's leg heralds the telltale burst of chi-laced winds, and in response... Zero smiles.
"Oho, how scary!"
He has time to react, fortunately. Slicing his hands upward, Zero's body tenses as those sickles of power cut through the air with intent to dig and cut into the NESTS executive's body. But just as they come close to bear -- just as they are about to slice -- those forearms of his swing /downwards/ in one powerful motion, dispersing those blades of chi with a simple exertion of effort. "Hmmph!"
Stinging pain graces Zero's arms, but he doesn't linger back for long. Soon afterwards, the man launches himself /forward/, intent on spinning through the air before slamming a single elbow straight /down/ against Krizalid's temple. Simple, but undoubtedly fast.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Zero's Quick Punch.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
Watching Zero take the brunt of those sickles against his forearms -- and power through them with the grace of an old man on too much Dencarub -- infuriates the third-in-command of the Cartel. The Operative's expression twists, darkening. And as the 2IC leaps in for his strike, the Irishman simply stands there and takes it.
His head lurches to the side as the elbow sinks down into his temple... but he somehow holds his footing. It's a vicious blow to a crucial point, and yet... it seems that the Irishman is hardly affected. He snaps back upright, right in Zero's grill this time, and his expression looks deranged at best; his smile the smile of a crazy clown, thanks to those macabre markings.
That right leg lashes out again. This time, to simply catch the elderly man in the middle with a vicious boot. And if successful, he'll ensure that Zero meets the platform face first, after lifting him high and slamming him down hard.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Aislinn's Fierce Punch.
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Frei 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
Already in a defensive stance, Frei grits his teeth and crosses his arm over his head, catching Aislinn's hammer blow on the forearms and sliding backwards a bit from the force of it. "I'll take that as a yes!" the monk says, spinning out of his stance to collect himself for a moment. His brows knit as the shadow of the other platform starts to darken the lower one he shares with Aislinn... apparently the two are going to intersect soon. Cupping his hands at his side, he gathers an circular, swirling mass of multicolored chi before hurling it one big burst at the Silent Assassin. Apparently it's Sakura Homage Night on SNF. "Haaadoooukeeeeeen!"
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Aislinn with Hadou Souran.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
It should have been easy to avoid. Or relatively slow. But the swing of the platform threw Aislinn off; instead of avoiding the projectile she is blasted by it. Once again she finds herself near the edge of the platform; frankly it may not matter that the platforms may be crossing. The fact is that Aislinn has been performing terribly in front of Krizalid, and -that- fact shames her to no end. The surge of chi from Frei doesn't just hurt her physically--it overloads her cybernetics as well. It's all she can do, really, just to stay up... something's got to give, but it looks like it's going to be Aislinn. As a sort of last-ditch effort, she begins to pull energy from the air around her, almost invisibly.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn gathers her will.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Zero with Lethal Impact.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1 Aislinn
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Zero 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Krizalid
Now that was a little painful. Not that much, of course; he's been hit considerably harder by Krizalid himself, but nonetheless, the blow stings. Zero sees it coming, and simply intends to sidestep the sudden lashing of Krizalid's leg. To no avail, sadly; the attack strikes cleanly, the tall man swung around to strike the platform with a resounding /thud/ of metal striking flesh. A slight 'ooph' escapes him, but little more. If it actually hurt... he shows very little pain for it.
That, and soon enough the man is leaping right back up onto his feet, his intent to land quite easily on his feet, and shake out his head. Quite vicious, indeed. And though he takes a moment to get his bearings -- it hardly takes him long at all to throw himself back into the fray.
Rather than adjust himself, or attempt to rejuvinate himself from some of the damage done, Zero does something relatively simple. He leaps through the air, spinning in a simple swiping kick that is aimed /squarely/ for Krizalid's chest, intent on slamming his bootheel harshly into the white-haired man's sternum.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Zero's Light Kick.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1 Aislinn
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Zero 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
Oh yes, Krizalid is loving this. It isn't every day he gets to dispense physical violence all over the second-in-command's body. Through that deranged expression, his smile grows as his suit feeds data back into him; he knows that hurt, even if Zero won't sound out the agony.
But as spry as ever, the old man throws himself back into the thick of things. That boot heel comes in, but it's met by the Irishman's forearms. Forced back just slightly, he retaliates swiftly; aiming to grab Zero by the ankle and throw him -- right towards the other platform, as the two come into contact with each other!
The two platforms do collide, with a shudder across both. They lurch back apart a moment later, but remain in close proximity. "Guess it's time to mix this thing up!" the Operative exclaims, turning his eyes onto the other combatants.
Krizalid's last statement floats down to Frei as he watches Aislinn carefully, and he sets his jaw, thinking about how to handle this. More people might equal more danger, but it also equals more targets and more confusion... of course, it also equals more height as well, which Frei's not thrilled about. But his experience with Kaiwei does NOT drive the monk to fight alone. He's gonna be a GOOD teammate, dangit.
Thus he sets his foot back and charges Aislinn, looking to hook an arm around one of hers and simply toss her UP at the other platform. "Time to take this to the next level!" he quips, adding a burst of wind chi to 'propel' Ais if he can manage to make the throw. "...I can't believe I just made that joke."
COMBATSYS: Aislinn fails to interrupt Charged Throw from Frei with Momentum Overdrive.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
Aislinn has been thus far not of much help in this fight; although the opening exchange wasn't bad, since then Frei has become utterly dominating. In a move to try and change that rhythm, Aislinn rushes Frei as he comes in for his toss--and misjudges the opponent again. His reach is superior, or his speed--something. And so the burst of energy Aislinn put on ends up being for naught as she goes for a ride through the air.. tossed onto Krizalid's platform, in front of him. Perhaps the Irishman doesn't know just in what high regard Aislinn views him. If he did, he might understand the burst of rage and shame that floods her mind... to be tossed about so casually in front of him... it's as if all her hard work is for nothing.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Zero with Quick Throw.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 1/--=====/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
It isn't every day that Zero is chucked around by a subordinate, either. While normally Zero might find this tedious, he is not without patience. However, just as he is about to retreat away from Krizalid's assault, his ankle is grasped. He frowns slightly. Grappling tactics again? Unfortunately...
... Unfortunately, though Krizalid does grasp successfully, and though he does toss Zero successfully, the momentum isn't nearly enough to send Zero into the second platform. In mid-throw, Zero twists in mid-air, such that when he lands... he lands directly on the edge of the platform roughly, falling in a three-point stance and a thoughtful frown.
"... hm."
Mix it up. Not quite yet, unfortunately. Zero still has one particular thing he wants to do. And /that/... is to get up onto his feet. What follows after is a pulse of that otherworldly chi that is at his beck and call, churning all around him as he points a single hand directly towards Krizalid. Zero's form wavers briefly, as from all around him... his coattails lift /up/, held in the air by his power, and his power alone. There is a pause, and in a brief instant... the entirety of Zero's cape goes /flying/ at Krizalid.
The dulled edges of his skirt seek to strike Krizalid at multiple points of the man's body. If successfully, they will push him /backwards/ before EXPLODING in a series of deafening, spheric bursts of black and blue chi, the power enough to send many people flying /backwards/ from the sheer force alone. Mix it up? In a moment.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid fails to reflect Mokushiroku from Zero with Typhon's Rage - Reflect.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|=======\=======\1 Krizalid
After dispensing with Zero, it turns out that Krizalid receives another package. Aislinn, his loyal subordinate, is rather ungracefully deposited there in front of him. His gaze turns down upon here as she lies there, and he gives the slightest shake of his head. "Are you alright?" he questions, kneeling to place a hand upon her shoulder. Clearly, she isn't; the suit tells him that. "Take a breather," he goes on to suggest, that crazed look momentarily put aside for some outright concern.
Then again, what's that sound? It's like a cape tearing through the air! Between those macabre markings, the Irishman's pupils suddenly dilate. He tears his gaze up, just in time to see that cape hurtling in to strike at him.
His hand lifts, a futile attempt to summon his signature winds to his beck and call --
But it's too late. The cape catches him, the points driving into his body as he's forced backwards. What meager defense he can muster proves entirely useless as Zero, despite intentions, does indeed mix it up; the skirt explodes right in his face, a cry of agony ripping out of Krizalid's body as he's sent hurtling back -- right over the edge of the platform.
Three fingers grip the edge as he fights off the wave of unconsciousness. That hurt. One finger slips.
There's not a lot of time to think about what to do next, so after hucking Aislinn into the air, Frei tenses, crouches, and leaps after her, bellowing "AMURO... TAKE OFF!" For a glorious moment he is an eagle, soaring through the sky, and the glittering lights of Metro City flash in his green eyes as he closes the gap with the other platform. Fly like an eagle... to the sea...
Then he overshoots the platform, smacks into a nearby girder, and plummets unceremoniously down toward Krizalid, dazed. It's not exactly an attack, but who knows... maybe the distraction will help Zero?
COMBATSYS: Frei assists Zero.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|=======\=======\1 Krizalid
... take a breather? Is Krizalid--the girl flushes pink for a moment, and finds that she has nothing to say to Krizalid. Or rather--there's too much to say and none of it stuff she wants to say, here. But clearly she isn't able to do much, here... at least, not yet. Defeating Zero last time she fought him, with Makoto's help, was still too narrow a thing; the VP is far and away the strongest here. It is with a little more shame that Aislinn drags herself off to the side, taking that suggested breather.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn gains composure.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|=======\=======\1 Krizalid
Well. The incoming signals from Zero's suit tell him that Krizalid had something prepared; likely that barrier of winds so useful at disrupting incoming chi-based attacks. Yet it's all for naught. Zero's added, inhuman boost of speed seems to do just what's necessary -- keeps Krizalid from mounting a decent defense. His skirt reels back towards him with a simple snap, the fibres reducing in length the second those explosions go off. Krizalid goes flying, hanging desperately onto the platform.
Is Krizalid done for? No, he's not, unfortunately. Otherwise he would have simply fallen off to his demise beneath them. While Zero is originally intending on simply hanging back to catch his breath, recover from his injuries, he knows -- of Aislinn and Krizalid, Krizalid most clearly poses the largest threat.
And so -- as Frei makes his... dynamic? entry, Zero strides forward calmly. "Ah, here! Let me help you up." His intent is simple: he'll swoop down, to grasp Krizalid securely by the other man's wrist. In many cases, it would be an attempt to help the other man up. And in a way, this one is too. Because, with an inhumanly strong /tug/, Zero's body lurches backward, intent on ripping Krizalid off the platform's head, over the NESTS VP's head, and crashing straight into the platform ground below with a "HMPH!" of effort.
COMBATSYS: Zero successfully hits Krizalid with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Krizalid
Did someone just land on the platform? Whatever it proves to be, Krizalid can't really see it nor does he care; he's too busy hanging onto the edge of the platform by the grace of two fingers, with a rather large plummet awaiting him should he fall.
His worry ends when Zero proves to be a gallant gentleman. "Why thank you, sir," he responds as the second-in-command grips him by the wrist -- and is swift to send him hurtling right into the deck of the platform. Even his own suit is telling him that this is likely to be the last thing he'll do, after that; he could've told the suit that! It's his body, after all.
Groggy for a moment, the junior vice-president pushes himself back up to his feet in front of Zero. "Lucky you got your suit modified, old man," he tells him quietly, for the moment putting the fight aside. He casts a glance at the other combatants. They're all together, all on the same platform. He could... probably end this fight by knocking the cables out. Send everybody falling to their doom.
No, no; he can't do that. Aislinn doesn't deserve that. His gaze lingers on the girl off to the side, before a smirk crawls onto his tanned features. "The real question now is, Zerah," he says quietly to the old man, his accent showing. "Am I gonna hit ya with this, or the only person here who doesn't belong?" The Cartel runs deep. It was only a matter of time.
Summoning what reserve he has left, he throws his arms wide as he bursts into flames. Orientating himself, staring through a wash of heat and fire, his macabre gaze descends down upon Frei. His arms raise -- and a set of magnificent wings extend from his back, composed of sheer flame. His fists clench, and he dashes along the surface of the platform, seemingly flying right at the outsider -- and should his fists come into contact with Frei's chest, the most brilliant of explosions will issue.
For today, he toes the company line.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has reached second wind!
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Frei 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Krizalid's End of Eden.
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Frei 1/=======/=======|===----\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
Buh?
"Wait, wha--" And by the time Frei's gotten up and dusted himself off, noticed what's going on, and processed that everyone's still up and about, Krizalid is flying at him like an avenging angel, and as well all know, angels don't tap to attack, yo.
The monk's defense is hasty, impromptu, and only barely effective; he doesn't bother with any sort of physical motion, instead concentrating and summoning a shield of pure chi, icy blue-white to counter the raging fire. It's not enough to keep out the damage, but it does at least blunt the salvo a little bit and keep Frei from being roasted alive.
When all is said and done, Frei is left staring at Krizalid, and knitting his brow, reaches out to pop him one in the jaw, his fist still glowing blue-white with cold chi. "Ow, damnit!"
COMBATSYS: Aislinn counters Quick Punch from Frei with Brutal Hammer.
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Frei 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
Zero attacking Krizalid... there's not much she can do about that. There's propriety and there's the fact that Zero would probably tear her apart, almost literally. Though perhaps not on TV. It just doesn't feel right. But Frei... Frei is deigning to attack Krizalid and she will NOT stand for it. Rising from her crouch, she springs forward, interposing herself between Frei and Krizalid. The attack is deflected, and Aislinn reaches out to grab Frei behind the head in a cradle... then she pulls forward and thrusts her head forward and headbutts the monk.
"You stay -away- from him!" she hisses, sounding, for the moment, -righteously- angry.
So, Krizalid has managed to survive somehow, has he? That damnable willpower the other NESTS executive is sometimes able to summon up is something of a problem, but it's nothing Zero can't deal with. Taking a simple, quick hop backwards, looking amongst the combatants. Krizalid is still grounded, but Zero knows the other man still has effort in him -- enough so to fight. And then comes Frei...
... and Aislinn intercepting. And making such a bold declaration. For a moment, Zero frowns, his hands clasping behind his back. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes. Hopefully, for Aislinn's sake, she won't go too far to compromise their identities. Anonymity is key. Luckily her anger hasn't caused her to say too much. Still, though. Krizalid is still up, Aislinn, somehow, is still up... so, what to do?
For right now, the NESTS VP does nothing. Instead, his battle systems rewire themselves, nanotechnology injected into his bloodstream helping to rejuvinate his body, replenish his reserves. He takes a sidelong glance towards Krizalid.
"Still able to fight, I imagine?"
COMBATSYS: Zero gains composure.
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Frei 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
Hello hello, what's all this then? Krizalid seems less than amused as his ultimate attack is otherwise thwarted by the prompt defense of Frei -- but even as he prepares to deal with the retaliation, it seems his subordinate has other things in mind.
As Aislinn enters the fray, the Irishman cannot help but offer a slight smile; it's touching, truly. This is why it's important to foster solid relations with your subordinates. So they can come out of no where and deal with meager opposition.
With his suit keeping him up and running -- and a certain jolt to his heart ensuring he won't be keeling over anytime soon -- he glances back over at Zero. "Seems so," he says with a grunt, flexing his fingers within the pointed gloves he sports. "Just gimme a moment, ya?" he goes on to request, taking a breather of his own. Delaying the inevitable isn't truly his intent, but for the moment it's his best option.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid gains composure.
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Frei 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Well, that stung. But really, the daze Frei is in, as he stumbles backwards and collects himself, has nothing to do with being smacked in the noggin by Aislinn and everything to do with the passionate response she shouted when he was going to dare hit Krizalid. He's an observant one, the monk is... philosophers tend to be, in fact. As he rights himself and glances at his opponents for a moment, his expression is dull, puzzled.
~ What the HECK was that? ~ he Almas, chewing his lip.
Still, this is SNF and he's not here to disappointed. "Fine..." the monk says to Aislinn, his smile returning. Can't get distracted... and gotta keep 'em smiling. A wind starts to pick up around the monk as he extends one hand palm out and forward, light swirling around it in many colors. "If you'd rather I fight you instead, that's..." And then he rushes forward and swings the palm at Aislinn, the light dispersing in one burst that ripples the air with the force of the shockwave. "...fine with me!"
COMBATSYS: Aislinn blocks Frei's Fukami Reikai.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Crap. She DID say too much, maybe. Aislinn doesn't have time to dwell on this much as the buildup is happening... she's just got to get ready. Her aura raises around her, making her literally glow red-white for a moment... and then the shockwave blast comes in and -shatters- her aura--literally--the energy blowing away in flinders that dissipate as they float. And then Aislinn drops to one knee, panting. As long as she lives... or is conscious, in this case... She lunges forward, both arms drawn back, and as she approaches Frei she swings them forward. But it isn't a -punch-... the last of her energies materializing, externalizing, into a pair of three feet long, dual-edged blades of electrical energy that she quite simply attempts to stab Frei with.
Krizalid needs a moment? Zero considers the other man's words, looking between the white-haired man, Frei, and Aislinn, and the rather brutal exchange that follows between the NESTS subordinate and his partner. It seems that Frei's expulsion of power didn't quite pay off. And Aislinn has lingered around for far too long, now. Weighing his options, Zero offers a final glance to Krizalid... and grins.
"A moment you'll have, then. I'll occupy myself with something else."
That said, what Zero does next is incredibly simple. He reaches behind him, gripping onto one of the girders near the platforms; a smaller one, but considerably large nonetheless. And, with one mighty exertion of effort, he strains against that girder... and then CHUCKS it at Aislinn with all his strength, sending the huge chunk of steel flipping through the air to impact her with an ungodly amount of pain to accompany it.
Oh, how he'd like to wipe that grin right off of Zero's face, he would... but as he watches the old man exert himself, Krizalid cannot help but issue a quiet sigh and a quip; "Be careful with that, Zerah, you might blow out the back end. You're not so young anymore, ya know." Charming visual aside, he's not to be outdone by the second-in-command.
Gripping a girder in turn, he exerts himself in turn -- and being the younger of the two, perhaps comes away with it more easily. "Two can play at tha' game," he grunts as he lifts it overhead -- and in turn, hurtles the huge chunk of steel straight at Frei, like a javelin.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Aislinn's Plasma Lancer.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
COMBATSYS: Frei overcomes Large Thrown Object from Krizalid with Hadou Souran.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Usually the LAST thing you want to do is back Frei into a corner; he tends to shine his brightest when people are on his case. His defense against the sudden assault on his person shows exactly that sort of behavior, too. His senses flickering back and forth between Aislinn's blades and the incoming impromptu spear, he decides to deal with Aislinn first, throwing up his forearm and catching both blades in a shower of chi 'sparks', fighting back against the energy with sheer aura and greatly diminishing their impact. His other arm, however, is already cocked back and gathering prismatic energy even as he does this. "Haaaaaaaa..." Spinning out of the defense (and hopefully the metal Zero just chucked at someone in close quarters with him), he cups his hands together and all but obliterates the spear in a burst of light, some fraction of the projectile continuing on toward Krizalid. "HADOUKEN!"
COMBATSYS: Zero successfully hits Aislinn with Large Thrown Object.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Aislinn
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Zero 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Aislinn's eyes widen. Zero--well, it certainly would look odd if he didn't attack Aislinn at -least- once, wouldn't it? That doesn't help the matter of an I-beam smacking her in the upper chest. The pain is, to say the least, crushing; the strength of Zero cannot be denied, even if Krizalid is calling him an old man. But Aislinn's target is firmly set, and despite the blow she takes--a blow which disables her left arm--she's still lurching for Frei...
COMBATSYS: Aislinn can no longer fight.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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"Well, Mr. Krizalid. Perhaps next time you should put a little bit more effort behind the toss, eh? Hoho!"
A laugh that would be largely uncharacteristic for anyone who truly knew Zero erupts from the depths of the tall man, eyes squinting from the exertion. It doesn't last long, however -- a short spurt of hearty chuckles at best as his girder crushes into Aislinn and successfully takes the poor assassin out of the fight. And now that she's been taken care of, well... he can put his attentions back on his original target.
A target that now has a piddling amount of chi flying towards him. Hoping to capitalize on this distraction, Zero rushes in, leaping roughly halfway through. He twists, flinging his battleskirt outward. The lengths of fabric expand outward in an impressive display, those blunted edges seeking whip into Krizalid's uppertorso with lightning fast, titanic force. Simple, but fast -- and hopefully effective.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges Frei's Hadou Souran.
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COMBATSYS: Zero successfully hits Krizalid with Ouga.
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There's a definite twitch playing up in Krizalid's cheek as the girder is destroyed -- and that laughter starts up from the side, from Zero. Growling under his breath, he sidesteps the incoming blast from Frei -- and goes right into that damn skirt. The impact proves rough, blunt trauma lancing through his chest. He's grateful for the chest projection that his suit provides.
Driven back several paces, it's only a quick hand out to the side, gripping the overhead cable, which prevents him from going right over the side. "Oh, how I hate that blasted skirt," he mutters, although a glance across the platform, and a quick query to his suit, proves that the number of combatants is starting to thin. "I'm startin' ta think we're in the tail end of this," he announces, before closing the distance.
His intent remains simple; he'll deal with Zero, at least for the moment. And those tipped fingers seek out the old man's throat, for the obvious...
COMBATSYS: Frei just-defends Aislinn's Momentum Overdrive!
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Be as water. It's a philosophical and a martial concept for Frei, really... flow around attacks, flow through ideas. And maybe there's something in the way Aislinn reacted to his attack on Kriz -- and the ferocity with which Zero just crushed her -- that makes him inclined to bring this to a gentle end. Aislinn's last, desperate attack is met with an extended hand which cups the Silent Assassin's fist and holds it fast until the energy is all but bled out of it, and the monk helps lower her to the floor. "Sorry, kiddo," he says. He even means it.
Of course, the fight isn't over yet... and only just now does Frei have time to eye his 'teammate', blinking at the unorthodox outfit and fighting style. With a jaunty false salute, he grins at the older man. "Hi there!" And then, with no further ado, he turns and whips two spheres of blue-white chi at Krizalid, which eventually collide together into a burst of ice crystals intending to chill the man out, har har.
COMBATSYS: Zero blocks Krizalid's Chokeslam.
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Unfortunately for Krizalid -- his attack is anticipated, Zero having adjusted considerably to the man's grappling attempts. As those fingers lance out towards Zero's throat, he is prepared with a single hand outstretched, catching dangerous fingners with his palm. There is a momentary sting, but not much beyond that. A simple swipe suffices to knock the white-haired man's assault to the side...
... just in time to see Frei arrive, looking to the prone form of Aislinn. "Hmm. Quite good, young man! Let's finish this, eh?" Gaze shifting back towards Krizalid, Zero's fingers clench tightly. His attack is considerably simpler and not nearly as elegant as Frei's. As that burst of chi-laced ice makes its way towards Krizalid, Zero lances out with a single, open palm -- intent on simply knocking the other man straight in the head, with -- hopefully -- just the right amount of force to knock him out of the battle.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Krizalid with Hyoushou Rengeki.
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COMBATSYS: Zero successfully hits Krizalid with Quick Punch.
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When it's your time -- it is really just your time. His attempt to slam the second-in-command to the deck is thwarted, and in short order the Irishman finds himself blasted by a spray of ice that lances into his side. He grunts, twisting -- and it's then that Zero's open palm descends, catching him in the forehead. He stumbles back. He falls onto his rear. He looks well and truly spent, eyes half-lidded.
"Well lads, I'd say that's just about that," he notes with a tired grunt, although... he can't give up just yet, can he? Allowing the suit to keep him conscious for just a moment later, he straightens... and makes one final, desperate dash forward, intent on catching Zero to slam him against the closest available surface -- which in this case is likely to be the ground!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zero counters Desperate Overdrive from Krizalid with Forcefield.
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Frei gets to sit by and watch as Krizalid and Zero have it out and... it's over in a flash, which surprises the monk a little bit, the entire fight before he and Aislinn entered the picture being a mystery to him. Mopping his brow, he breathes out a "whew!" and then stretches his arms over his head. "Haaaaa... that was a serious workout."
That's about that, indeed. Seeing both attacks hit in tandem is enough of an indicator of that; first Frei's, than Zero's simple strike to finish the deal more solidly. But... Krizalid's not quite out yet, is he? Especially a man like him, capable of rising up from seemingly hopeless depths to come back and strike again. This time, though -- this time, Zero is quite intent on making sure that doesn't happen again.
Krizalid dashes, but this time, he's just a touch too slow. Too beaten and spent, and unfortunately this makes him a sitting duck to Zero's more defensive capacities. For example... the second that Krizalid's hands thrust forward, he'll find himself stopped by an invisible, impenetrable barrier of force. Purple chi ripples around the surface of the forcefield as Zero's head cants to the side. And slowly... he turns to face his back to Krizalid.
"Good fight!"
Soon afterwards, amethyst electricity sprouts from the shield that Zero has erected; artificial chi that lances through Krizalid's body and knocks him away like a ragdoll. The fight is over. And miraculously, they didn't destroy either platform.
How fortuitous.
COMBATSYS: Zero has left the fight here.
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What a shocking experience it proves to be! Caught by the field, and then by the charge it zaps him with, Krizalid is sent tumbling back. He falls, and doesn't get back up.
"Winner!" the announcer booms from a nearby crane, as the camera pans in on the two victorious, and still standing, combatants. "The fight is over, and these two have won!"
COMBATSYS: Frei has ended the fight here.
Log created by Zero, and last modified on 11:27:44 05/05/2007.