Description: Modeling proves to be Luc and Tenma's kryptonite and Drake and Ryuujin's CENTER OF THE SUN as they proceed to beat the crap out of the two highschooler. Watch, as they do that little turn on the catwalk, on the catwalk, on the catwalk. Also watch Tenma blow up everything. And then also watch as Luc blows up everyone and everything. (Winners: Drake and Ryuujin)
This is, Tenma Kiryuu would argue, the worst idea for a fight ever. At a fashion show? Honestly. And even worse, the idea that they have to /dress up/ for it. Being as he is someone who clearly is barely able to dress himself in the morning, the Gedo swordsman's choice in clothes was given over to one of the show's costumers, which has resulted in an exploitation of his school's poor reputation, putting the teenager in some kind of 'bad boy' garb, or perhaps 'gangsta by way of the least street people in the universe'; black leather trousers (though how those are 'summer' is anyone's guess) and an equally black tank top, with heavy boots on his feet. A pair of blank dogtags are worn from a chain at his neck, and every attempt was made to take his prayer beads away... At least until he threatened to cause grievous bodily harm to the costumer and everyone in the immediate vicinity.
So, Tenma is waiting in the wings for the fight to start, looking intensely unhappy in his new threads, his everpresent bokken tapping against his bare shoulder. "This is so stupid," he mutters, tone quite sour. "And these damn pants are chafing. How the hell does anybody wear this kinda crap? Somebody's got a sick sense of humour makin' a match like this..." And so forth. Tenma, seeming out of place? Never!
But does Drake seem out of sorts? In no way at all. The dark-haired model is sporting an ensemble he's found favor with - black and white, of course. The unbuttoned overshirt, sleek trunks, and leather sandals make for his distinctive, yet notably casual outfit. He stands at the opposite end of the stage from Tenma, turned to face the cheering, anticipating audience. His right hand lifts, waving to egg them on with a wry smile. Apart from this though, he's simply waiting for things to start. He doesn't seem terribly interested in his present opponent.
Is this a stupid idea for a fight? Hardly! He loves the idea! It's all but catering to him.
In a suitable middle ground to the other pair, Ryuujin really could care less about the particulars to this event. His interest is in the fighting, and aesthetics? Well, such is another matter entirely. Much like Tenma, he threw the fate of his appearance into the producers, and they opted for something rather simple. A grey silk shirt contours his upper body like a glove, cutting off at the bicep. Being crafted to have a perfect body does have some visual perks, although he carries himself infinitely more humbly then Drake, long braid pooling around him as he sits cross-legged for the moment, eyes closed in what seems to be mild meditation. Rather voluminous black cargo pants with far too many pockets settle above his unclad feet; That much appears to have been his one demand, akin to Tenma. He also wears a single peculiar half-glove, with a single band of grey metal near the wrist about a square inch total. Mirrored shades are nestled beneath his stray bangs, seeming to finish the ensemble. Of course, he would of already taken the liberty of introducing himself to Drake, having been here for quite some time. Obscenely polite and friendly might be the model's first impression, but any further association will have to be held for later...
"Maaan... I'm gonna kill someone." Luc Schroedinger utters as he walks towards the main fighting 'arena,' rubbing at his neck irritably. From the way he carries himself, and the fact that he's already literally threw some idiot out the door who insisted his hair 'not be so much like Billy Idol's,' one could easily debate the sincerity of those words. It seems he's in the same boat with Tenma about this kind of a 'fight.' And really... it can't be any wonder as to why.
Luc's typical simple, while slightly gaudy, outfit has been replaced by a blue button-up, pin-stripe shirt, a black tie worn loosely around his neck, finished off with a black pin-stripe vest, black slacks and fancy, polished shoes. There's a decided scowl on the black-haired German's lips as he moves into the walk-way, hands shoved in his pockets and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He only pauses when he's close enough to see just /who/ he's partnered with.
"... geeze, what the fuck? I have the retarded hobo for a partner?" He scratches his ear, furrows his brows. And then, he makes one simple, decided assessment:
"This is gonna suck."
Ooh! A fashion show in Rome! It's very exciting to Chae Lim to have been invited to the show, and while she's not a big name in the fashion designing industry (yet) she's got a fairly good seat up near the front. One must dress for these types of things though, and while the show is showing off the newest summer styles, she's dressed up fairly fancily in a sleeveless red dress that clings and drapes in all the right places.
Then again, there's a scheduled fight coming up and so not everyone is dressed elegantly. The fight is something she's only recently found out about but she couldn't have worked it out any better.
Especially after the flight here.
Doe brown eyes gaze at the stage with eager anticipation and she offers a tiny finger-wave to the dark-haired model when she spies him.
"Shut up, monkey," Tenma directs back at Luc, demonstrating about as much patience for the Pacific High student as one might expect (i.e., none whatsoever) given their previous encounter. "You've got enough brains in your head to work like a team, right? Do I need to mime out what you should do?" But since his partner is here, and their opponents are here, it's probably time to move out to the middle and get things underway. His dark hair for once unbound and hanging down to his shoulders, Tenma bites into his thumb as he stalks out to the stage and catwalk proper, drawing blood. What'd he go and do that for?
That bloody digit is slid down the length of Tenma's wooden practice sword, creating a chi link between them, and as he gives the blade a single swipe in the air, it lights up with a smoky red aura, mingled blood and chi hanging in a mist around the weapon. "So great... We're fighting some barefoot weirdo and Zoolander," the Gedo swordsman grits out, standing with his glowing sword at his shoulder and his free hand in the pocket of his leather pants, presumably staining it with blood. "You two know you're gonna lose, right? Just try to keep us entertained so we don't have to find somebody better to fight." Like each other, if the hostility between Luc and Tenma is any indication.
COMBATSYS: Tenma has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Luc
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COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Drake links his hands behind his neck, rolling his shoulders and elbows back to preen and.. well.. model himself and his outfit for the benefit of the audience. He spies Chae Lim and her fingerwave, and it earns her a wry smile and a wink. His hands de-link and he turns to spy Ryuujin. He nods curtly in his direction, and starts towards the center stage.
Tenma's remark earns an almost melodious laugh. "Man, just because you're too dog hideous to even -belong- up here doesn't mean you should cop an attitude. But just so we're clear, it's good that you don't mind bleeding - you'll be doing a lot more of it." The model smirks.
And so, the fight's commenced? He takes it that it has, and he decides to start things with the weapon-wielder. He has a spot of annoyance for that type of fighter anyway. The agile Domino weaves around his target, attempting to manuever in behind him. His hands attempt to grab ahold of Tenma's neck, and he drops back. Feet set to his back, and he simply kicks him off to flip him over and land him on his front.
And if successful, Domino simply kips up to his feet again cleanly.
Slowly Ryuujin draws back to his feet, stretching out his shoulders and then taking the time to nod his head towards Drake. "I look forward to fighting with you." ...This seems to be a sharp contrast in both simplicity and comradery to the other pair, who are almost bristling in simple proximity before any actual assaults are commenced. Walking down the catwalk, the catwalk, yeah, he takes the time to slip his heels together and then deeply bow towards Tenma and Luc. Drake's scathing commentary to the insult is only retaliated with calm respect. This stalls his ability to immediately assault, but he does regardless; Suddenly shifting forward rather low to the ground, diverting instead into Luc's direction. His right hand flows inwards before flashing out, two strikes offered towards the Pacific student's torso. Yet each would cause explosive pain for the minute impact, and be followed by a vicious backflip attempting to strike him across the face. Braid swirling around, the conclusion would be the dragon god landing in a heavy crouch, stance defensive.
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Ryuujin's Black Drake.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Tenma
"Just shut up and don't suck." Is all Luc has to say to Tenma as the other man makes his snide comments. Seriously, people trying to act smart just pisses him off. And Luc still doesn't get the whole 'mime' crap, so instead, he focuses green eyes upon his opponents, turning to Ryuujin first. He seems pretty quiet. He can appreciate that. The other one, though, pipes up with more stupidity as Tenma speaks to him. Luc frowns decidedly, shoving his hands into his pockets once more. "Man, you idiots need to stop talking so damn much and fight. This isn't some stupid model show." Despite the fact that they've all been forced to dress in that way.
--But it seems that Drake, at least, takes a hint. As does Ryuujin. For all intents and purposes, it would appear that the young Luc has his focus almost entirely upon the would-be super model fighter, rolling his neck just as Ryuujin starts running in. The two strikes impact soundly against Luc, hitting once, and then twice, before the flipping kick strikes him solidly in the jaw. For all intents and purposes, it seems that the blow hit cleanly. Except... except on the last hit. At that flipping kick, Ryuujin might notice something; Luc is GRINNING, and moving /straight/ into that attack.
"HAHAHAHA!! Was that SUPPOSED TO HURT?!" And as Ryuujin flies into the air, Luc offers only one action; a swiftly moving, thrusting kick aimed for the young man's back as he flips through the air, followed by a sudden explosion of black-blue chi to follow it and send Ryuujin propelling backwards. "GRAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Drake with Ungyou.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
"S'not what your mom said," Tenma retorts to the smirking Drake, because after all - he's seventeen, and kind of a jerk besides. But anyway, he actually stands his ground as Drake runs up towards him, and /around/ him/, whirling and starting to swing his sword downwards as he gets caught and yanked. So what ends up happening is that he's kicked off with Drake's feet in his gut, and he lands sprawling on his back, skidding along the stage a bit. Well... He saw that going differently in his head, you know?
Regardless, Tenma is getting to his feet, with a bored look on his face. "What... That's it?" he wonders dismissively, in a less crazy but no less jerkhole-y version of what Luc's shouting at Ryuujin. "Man, if that's all you've got, I'm gonna help the stupid monkey fight your teammate."
Luc's comment is ignored. Primarily because the fight has started - and the fans are getting treated to Domino's dark side, as per normal. Stoicism, analytical, calculating. But also because it's just silly. It -is- a model show! Or at least, it may as well be for Domino.
So when his initial strike is delivered, the dark-haired model wrestler casts a glance to Ryuujin to check his condition. Satisfied, he refocuses on Luc with his detached, nigh-emotionless expression. With him still getting back up, he drops down quickly to attempt shoving him down onto his front. If successful, his right knee presses against his target's lower back, and his hands link together beneath his chin. All in place, the hands suddenly jerk upwards, pulling Luc into a modified camel clutch hold to fiercely arch his spine.
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Ryuujin with Medium Punch.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
There doesn't seem to be any particular concern when Luc suddenly rushes forward in such a berserker manner, a mere token attempt to evade ending in a solid impact. But his body tenses, and the sudden detonation, although washing over his body and blackening the shirt, doesn't send him even an inch backwards. This creates minimal tactical advantage, but does hint that his style is anything but simple aesthetics. "...You are rather aggressive." seems to be the only immediate response, before shooting out his right hand and attempting to grasp Luc's own. Before flowing viciously inwards, attempting to wrench it around behind his back in a sudden snap, to force his opponent into an uncomfortable arm lock. Slithering a leg to hook his knee, it would end with a vicious elbow to the back of the head, trying to rather... explosively deposit Luc face-first upon the middle of the catwalk. He seems to be ignoring much of the commentary, almost pleasant expression so far entirely unfazed.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Luc with Rapid Grapple.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Drake 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
It seems that Ryuujin managed to land before Luc through the punch at him, but it doesn't seem to really bring that much cause for concern, considering it still connects smoothly. And even as the strange passive boy stoics throughout the attack, the German doesn't really seem to care. Instead, he flashes the briefest hints of a wide, manic grin, just at the exact moment that Ryuujin grasps at him. Moving fluidly, Luc finds his arm snapped behind his back in a most unpleasant manner, before THRUST into the ground below, cracking the pristine floor from the force used. A low snarl ushers forth from the young man's lips. But even so... he smiles. A wide, wide smile.
"That's a /little better/!" Even as Ryuujin is withdrawing, though, he may note the fact that Luc has already rolled /around/, thrusting a single hand forward and directly in front of Ryuujin's face. There is only a moment's pause before index finger and thumb snap together, producing a small spark of black chi the quickly explodes OUTWARD into a sizeable sphere of energy intent on crashing straight into the young fighter in a most unpleasant, explosive manner.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Tenma with Strong Throw.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
All right, this is just getting ridiculous. Tenma unfortunately gets caught by Drake, and grappled rather painfully, his back feeling like it might snap at any moment. Not something he sees as particularly enjoyable, all things considered. But... His hands are free, and that's something. Who knows what, but it's something. "Keh... Heh," he laughs, despite the painful position he's in. "HEY MONKEY!!" the Gedo student shouts at Luc, raising his sword-bearing arm.
It's awkward, but nevertheless he sweeps his bokken through the air in a wide arc, and in the wake of that sweep a crescent of blood, in brazen defiance of those oh so pedestrian laws of physics, tears through the air towards Ryuujin. It's probably going to make quite a mess, whether it hits or not. "SWITCH!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin just-defends Luc's Explosive Round!
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Drake 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
Domino smirks at his prey, and he looks out to the thriving audience. A roguish smile is cast to them along with a wink before he wrenches the hold tighter. So far, it seems he's in control of this end of the fight. With a glance cast over to Ryuujin, it seems as though he's not faring too badly, himself.
But then the sword-bearing arm lifts. And the call to switch is made. Amethyst eyes set sharply to Tenma again, and he releases the submission hold. He quickly raises to his feet and hops into the air, body turning aside and extending his elbow out. It's a simple attack, really, and one all of the audience should be able to recognize. It's... the elbow drop. Nothing fancy, but when an elbow is kareening down towards someone's spine with over 150 lbs. of weight backing it up, it doesn't -need- to be pretty.
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Ryuujin with Dharmapala.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
There's an almost lazy examination of Luc's continued explosive temperament, before the rush of energy swathes out. Quite suddenly Ryuujin merely brings up his forearms, and the energy seems to only ripple over him. When it passes, although his clothes are singed, he's rather completely uninjured. Yet then he is struck in the back by the lacerating crescent of blood, listening to the call to change opponents. "...I'm uninterested in shifting from an advantage." is almost apologized, before the Onryudo practitioner once more approaches Luc. Before shooting out, both hands flashing in an attempt to impact him in the stomach once more, trying to detonate his body into explosive pain, as his very central nervous system would be assailed. Before kipping forward, and unleashing a horrific sidekick aiming to send him hopefully flying into the nearby wall with a simple exhale.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Luc with Dragon's Fang.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
An advantage? Unfortunately, Ryuujin probably isn't hitting quite as hard as he might hope or expect. Luc's only disadvantage here has been a brief bout of bad luck, and he doesn't seem to care. Nor does he even care as that bodyblow strikes. While it might be 'explosive pain' for some, it's only something that causes a brief spout of laughter from Luc as it strikes, the sidekick sending him airborne, but only for a few feet; he lands solidly only a short distance from Ryuujin. Whatever the young man might have hoped -- it's just not enough force.
But still, blood drools down the corner of Luc's lip as he looks from Tenma, to Drake, to Ryuujin... and then shrugs. "Che. Whatever." He seems to have no qualms with swapping opponents; not out of fear of Ryuujin, but just to test the other fighter. What's the point of a 2v2 if you don't? And so, swiping past Tenma, he leaps into the air and delivers a simple, direct jump kick to Drake's face even as 'Domino' moves straight for Tenma. His leg flares briefly with power as he flies, and on contact, with anything, it'll explode in a most unpleasant manner.
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Drake with Vajra.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
You ever have... One of /those/ days? It's not that Tenma regrets his trash talking earlier - it's what he does, it's how he lives - but it's a bit regrettable that he doesn't seem to be able to get around Drake's attacks /at all/. Which was the point behind his idea to switch, but then the wrestler stopped manhandling him and went up, and the Gedo swordsman had a /brilliant idea/... That doesn't pan out.
Instead, he gets elbow dropped, in the process of getting up /into/ the strike. He rolls away from the hit, rather than just taking it on the ground, and as he gets up he shakes his head. C'mon, Kiryuu. Get your head in the game! "Mmpf... I guess Zoolander isn't as crap as I thought he was," the teen decides 'graciously'. But at least he says it out loud.
COMBATSYS: Drake counters Light Kick from Luc with Solar Eclipse.
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Drake 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Luc
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Ryuujin 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
Whack. The elbow-drop lands squarely, and Domino rolls over to his feet again. Most likely to continue the punishment. Except immediately, the agile model spies the jumpkick in progress. He weaves back aside just in the nick of time to evade the oncoming foot o' doom, and he leaps into the air to meet the rest of his body. Right arm hooks under Luc's extended leg, left arm hooks around his neck. In a clean mid-air turnover, he drives Luc down onto his back and powerslams his torso across him.
"Teammate!," Domino calls, not particularly certain where Ryuujin is at the moment. "Gimme a hand!"
And Domino shifts his weight forward onto his hands, setting them to Luc's chest to handspring acrobatically to his feet.
Hard enough; Ryuujin's never been about explosive onslaughts after all. Although Tenma got a fairly heavy strike in on him, he doesn't appear much stalled even combined with the initial punch from Luc. The latter is not the only one who focuses on an iron defense, after all. "...You can finish off my opponent. They are insistent on switching... I will comply." Shifting his gaze towards the swordsman, there's finally a diversion of his target. One heavy step takes him just within kicking range, before unleashing a brutal strike attempting to hit him in the stomach, and knock all the wind from the other man while doubling him over. Assuming it lands, he'd flick up his heel, trying to wedge it behind his head before stomping down to slam him face-first into the ground.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Tenma with Wyvern's Sting.
- Power hit! -
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Drake 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Luc
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Ryuujin 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Tenma
Finish him? Well, whatever; Luc's realized that this fight has gone downhill. Largely he blames Tenma. And he'll be sure to tell him that in a little bit, right before he punches the other man in the face. For now, though, Luc concentrates his effort on the fact that Drake has just struck him while negating his own damage.
The torso slam doesn't seem to do much, to be honest; Luc seems to be more enraged than in pain, and the very second that the young man leaps off him, Luc is already on his feet, green eyes bulging wide and lips peeled back as he launches his right fist forward like a piston, intent on simply delivering a brutal haymaker to the other man's jaw. It is accompanied by a brilliant lance of black-blue chi, and a sudden, flipping kick intent on smacking Drake straight into the air. Luc's beyond the point of words, right now. Instead, he offers:
"HRAAAAAAARAGH!!"
Most people would probably try to avoid a kick in the gut. However, Tenma Kiryuu is not most people... And today that doesn't seem to be working to his benefit. He gets kicked, doubling over, and he gets stomped into the stage, hard. This is /embarassing/. This is /shameful/. This is /pissing him off to no end/. "All right..." the Gedo teen grits, rolling away from Ryuujin and getting his feet underneath him. "Screw all three of you guys." Wait, all three? Isn't Luc supposed to be his /teammate/?
Nah; he really doesn't like that guy at all.
Focusing as best he can under the circumstances, remaining in that crouch, Tenma raises his bokken over his head with both hands, point down, before driving it /into/ the stage. For a moment, nothing happens... Until cracks spiderweb out from the point of impact, widening as gouts of crimson, bloody chi erupt from them, tracing out lines of power as they seek out Ryuujin, Drake and Luc, aiming to blast all three other fighters with that macabre, distinctive chi. "GO TO HELL!!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Drake with Riot Revolver.
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Drake 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Luc
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Ryuujin 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Tenma's Hell of Blood.
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Drake 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Luc
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Ryuujin 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
Domino turns to regard the recently slammed person, only to find he's no longer in the fashion show. His part will be played by a fist. Then stars! How very confusing! But it definitely sends the model into the air, body ragdolling for the ascent.
It helps, though.
Domino regains his sense of awareness on the descent, and he widens his eyes. Ground-crawler chi? He hasn't seen too many attacks like those before. But instead of dropping down into the attack, he suddenly reaches a hand out to grab ahold of a suspended halogen light.
And there, the model dangles, watching the havoc with wide, curiosity-lit eyes.
But that's not why he's being paid. He should be fighting! So after a few extra seconds of this, Domino turns to face the light. He grabs ahold of it firmly, only to kick off backwards. He pulls a backflip in the air, aiming to moonsault his upperbody over the apparently distracted Tenma.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin blocks Tenma's Hell of Blood.
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Drake 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Luc
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Ryuujin 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
Not particularly desiring to go to such a locale, Ryuujin merely brings up his forearms again, and the blast of blood-based chi detonates across his forearms. It lacerates and burns rather fiercely, but is a number of leagues from the worst he's had. Mayhaps not quite the arguable fortune of Drake, but he has full intent to finish off at least one of the pair. Shooting out, his right hand flicks out in an attempt to grasp Luc by the front of his shirt. Before attempting to twist around and hurl him into the ground, a simple but brutally efficient takedown that lacks some of the overt flair his others have exhibited. "Hnn!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Luc with Hell of Blood.
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Drake 0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1 Luc
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Ryuujin 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Ryuujin's Medium Throw.
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Drake 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Luc
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Ryuujin 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
The thing is -- at this point, Luc has pretty much lost it. Eyes wide, and a nasty, maniacal grin splitting his lips decidedly, the young German doesn't even MOVE when he lands. Does he see the attack coming from? Yes, and he quirks a brow to it, before... laughing. "BRING IT ON, YOU FUCKING WUSS!!" He doesn't move. He doesn't even do so much as /budge/ as that spiderweb chi lances from all around them. And even through it all, with Ryuujin coming at him, what does Luc do? He just endures the entire thing. The storm of blood chi, and then, finally -- Ryuujin's attack.
Luc is rather easily grasped by the front of his shirt before he's sent flipping and /slamming/ into the ground, the crashing strike not seeming to do much... but enough that, combined with Tenma's assault, it's pushed Luc JUST over the edge. "... I hate that hobo, I hate you, I hate stupid, stuck up models..." Luc says this with a cough, his eyes blazing. He lifts his right hand... which has begun to glow noticeably bright. "And most of all..." The fist rises high, high into the air.
"... /I HATE FASHION SHOWS/!!"
SLAM. That's all it takes. Even on the ground, all it takes is one brutal slam of Luc's fist into the ground, cracklines forming from the force of the blow. And from that assault, four lines of glowing, violet chi sprout, stretching out until their radius encompasses everyone in the fight -- the entire walkway. And, from those simple glowing lines on the ground... sprout giant, black, blue and violet WALLS of chi, easily taller than /all/ of the assembled fighters. These walls begin to spin, growing in strength and speed before they become a literal blur of motion, creating a chaotic STORM of chi that threatens to pick up all of the fighters in its wake before EXPLODING to launch each and every one straight through the sky. It's most certainly unpleasant if it connects. Even if it doesn't, at the very least?
It completely demolishes the stupid walkway.
"... guuuuh."
COMBATSYS: Luc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma dodges Drake's Darkside Slam.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Luc's Demiurge Trigger.
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This is just terrible. Terrible, terrible, terrible. Tenma's ire isn't assauged the slightest bit by the result of his attack - though it's pretty funny that Luc bore the full brunt of the thing - not even when he sees Drake coming his way. "Pfft," he snorts, pulling his wooden weapon free and then rolling back out of the way... Just in time to get hit by the huge storm of chi from over Luc's way. WHERE DOES HE GET OFF ATTACKING HIS OWN TEAMMATE HUH?!
What's that about pots and kettles?
"DAMMIT YOU STUPID MONKEY!!" Tenma shouts over at Luc, but the Pacific High student is clearly too far gone to hear him. The stage is in ruins, the onlookers are probably quite disappointed, but not as disappointed as Tenma, who feels darkness creeping into the corners of his vision. But he's got just enough for one last attack. "Hey, ZOOLANDER!!" he shouts at Drake, whether or not he's properly recovered from that throw attempt... And once again he strikes the ground with his bokken, sending waves of bloody chi at the wrestler/model. "EAT THIS!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Drake with Demiurge Trigger.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Tenma's Hell of Blood.
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Bonk.
Domino has turned into a pinball. Just as he starts to hit the ground, the wall of chi explodes on him, sending him spiraling high into the air. He banks clean off the ceiling (+10 pts.), hits another overhead light fixture (+10 more pts.), and lands clean in the middle of the audience (special bonus: +100 pts.) for a total of 120 points. A decent score.
Except this isn't pinball.
Domino lays splayed in the middle of a crowd of onlookers for a while, teeth gritting from the pain of the hit. On top of it all, he's left something of a crater in the ground. However, he's still fighting-fit. He pushes himself up to his feet and staggers a little, much to the surprise and applause of those around him.
"-Ow-," articulates the model. It's all his ringing head can do at the moment.
But then comes Tenma's additional attack, and Domino's eyes narrow. People are diving out of the way between Tenma and his wrestler target, not unlike cleaving a swath. It's this that he uses to his advantage, as a very portly European man waddles clear of the oncoming attack. Domino leaps towards him, sandalled feet setting to the man's shoulders to spring back forcefully and clear the oncoming chi.
The acrobatic wrestler's body turns into a graceful backflip, landing in the rubble of the catwalk in a crouch. He then raises to his feet and shoots a curious look towards Ryuujin.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin fails to interrupt Demiurge Trigger from Luc with Tiamat's Revenge.
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Oh. Collateral damage is hardly a good thing to happen, and once Luc appears to go completely off the deep end, Ryuujin shoots towards him, preparing to unleash a devastating kick. But the boiling chi beneath his feet catches him before he makes it, miscalculating by a nuance. Which seems to be sufficient, given the eruption connects to him unperturbed. He's blown backwards without being able to bring up his guard, landing in the middle aisle off the main stage and skidding upon all fours, somewhat blackened. But he rises thereafter, brushing himself off. "They were unstable." is all he offers Drake, before giving the latter a bow. "The fight is concluded. I'm merely happy nobody within the audience was injured by the reckless assaults." He has no interest in lingering, it would seem; Turning away, he meanders towards the exit, somewhat pleased with his performance even if multiple opponents are hardly his forte just yet.
COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has left the fight here.
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"No joke," Domino replies to Ryuujin. "You fought pretty we-..." But his teammate's already heading away? The model sets a hand to his hip and quirks an eyebrow at him. Strange guy. But now the winners are announced and the fight has been declared over. Along with the fashion show, apparently, on account of the stage being destroyed.
Nevertheless, it's still stage-like if only for being slightly more elevated than the floor, and there is still an audience cheering. The seasoned model turns to strut down to the end of the catwalk. Right fist thrusts into the air in victory, and his left hand sets to his hip. The right hand then whisks through his bangs, and he gazes out over the audience with a roguish smile.
Victory! Leaping up from her seat, Chae Lim pushes her way through the crowd that's gathering around the catwalk. Knowing how happy the model-wrestler is going to be about that win, she whips out the little black and white banner flag she made previously and begins to swish it back and forth in the air as continues up to the end of the walk and very carefully climbs up onto it, forgetting for the moment that cameras are still likely rolling.
"Congratulations," the Korean says to Drake, though it's not likely heard over the audience of cheering fangirls behind her. A quick kiss is placed on his cheek before she steps back so that he can enjoy the win.
COMBATSYS: Drake has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:54:27 05/18/2007 by Luc, and last modified on 05:38:10 05/24/2007.