Description: It was inevitable. Both of Elle's Lieutenants have danced around one another since the movement began. The Devil had no respect for this 'foolish' man, and the Doctor knew for sure she was just waiting for a time to plant her knife in his back. Once and for all they work out their differences.. The ending will shock you..
Nature abhors a vacuum.
An empty, unsaid void of intent is an untenable thing. Like a fracture in a pane of colored glass, composing the growing mosaic. Over time, as the artifice grows the weakness compounds until it becomes a fatal flaw.
Some things are best nipped in the bud.
Elle and Marise have had their understanding. Elle and Tran are the closest things people like them could call friends.
A single loose end remains within this bloc of growing strength. And The Devil of Koga intends to see it tied.
The ominous maiden is as quiet as ever. Seating herself calmly on a workbench outside of the Warehouse. One creamy leg folded over the other as she calmly continues to read a small, decrepid novella. Hidden eyes remaining focused on the pages with her ebon kimono spread around her neatly.
Waiting, of course, but she won't have to wait long. Tran is due for another check in soon.. And she's calculated the good Doctor's usual tardiness into her wait time.
This day's been a long time coming. Though Tran and Marise first met not too long ago, the steady progression of emotion, from apathy to irateness to a full-on paranoid distrust, makes it seem much longer. At the very least, things have finally come to a point where Tran can't let this lie any longer.
He's even a little eager, at this point. Anticipatory. It's got him all fired up, even though he's not sure when or how this'll be resolved. It shouldn't be too much of a surprise, then, that he's not late all, arriving at the warehouse right on time. Marise, of course, is easy to spot, seeing as how she wants to be seen. Tran head straight toward her, altering his course.
Stopping short, he folds his arms, face blank, arms crossed. "Marise." No more than that's needed: they both know what's coming.
Let it be known that the Doctor indeed surprised the Devil slightly.
His anxious march is met with a lift of a hidden eyebrow. The dark maiden's head tilting up a fraction, the needles in her hair glinting.
Perhaps.. There is hope for this man yet. Marise's first opinion of the Doctor was dismissive at best. A loopy goon who was cannon fodder at best. Or a counter-productive fool who'd serve better at the bottom of the harbor.
The Devil has noticed a change in the fellow over the last few weeks, as their organization began to cement. A purpose behind his eyes and crazed violence that was unnoticed before.
A change that was curious enough for Marise to test his resolve directly. Rather than with a poisoned beer or a knife in his bed.
As the Doctor stands tall before her, the maiden closes her book with a quiet thump. Rising from her perch with boneless grace until she reaches eye-level and beyond with the smaller man.
"Tran."
The Devil dignifies him with a single, quiet acknowledgement and a nod of her head.
All that needed to be said.
With a BURST of speed, without warning at all save for perhaps the man's own paranoid suspicions confirmed, the ghost's arm stretches from her sleeve with a thrust. Attempting to catch the man's throat and -SHOVE- him into the decrepid pavement a half-dozen paces away!
COMBATSYS: Marise has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
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Marise 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tran
COMBATSYS: Tran blocks Marise's Maou Tsuke.
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Marise 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Tran
It's quite the common misconception that Tran is your average crazed, drunken boor. He doesn't really feel a need to correct the image, especially since for a while, at least, it was true. Things change. Tran changes. He's still crazy, but you could call it a different kind of crazy, now.
He personally suspects that he's not half as crazy as Marise, and his suspicious on this matter is only heightened when she violates physics and reaches out with her crazy rubber arm. He manages to 'catch' the devil-woman's grasp on his forearms, and that gives him just enough wiggle-room to at least partially soften the impending impact.
It's with a grimace on his face that Tran kicks up onto his feet, after the arm's retracted. "I really need to figure out how the hell you do that." Rubber bones? Detachable joints? It's a mystery, for now. What's no mystery is his fairly straight-forward assault, sweeping an arm around to send a thin blade of supercompressed steam flying forward toward Marise.
COMBATSYS: Marise blocks Tran's American Hero Cutter.
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Marise 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Tran
"Keh heh.. heh.. KYA HA!"
As the doctor blocks her outrageously elongated arm, the Devil of Koga whips the great limb to the side. Quickly recoiling within her sleeve like a lashing whip as her arranged silken locks explode outward from their bun, cascading behind her like raging waterfall of darkness. Golden eyes gleam to life as her bangs part themselves with her abrupt movements, inhumanly boring straight through the man to witness the bizarre manipulation of chi he seems to wield.
An eye flinching as she watches the attack fly for her, quickly throwing up her arms to deflect the slicing line of steam as a HISS of pain is torn from her.
Nailed fingers flexing spasmically as her skin hisses and billows smoke from the graze.. burning her far more than it would on a healthy subject.
And so. It is joined.
With a slow intake of breath, her Kimono falling past her shoulders with the movement, the air slowly grows still. As if the Devil was drawing the very vitality of the atmosphere itself, dulling colors and stretching shadows.. leaving only entropy in her un-aura of growing silence.
COMBATSYS: Marise gathers her will.
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Marise 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Tran
Laughter. Tran's no stranger to it in the middle of a fight, but when the situation bears enough gravity - such as now, when his opponent goes wild, a daunting mess of hair and chaos - he doesn't really feel like it. This isn't pleasure, this is business, and not the kind where they can mingle well. He's grim as he looks forward, watching, trying to quickly pinpoint a way to penetrate Marise's defenses.
And honestly? He doesn't see much available. "Laugh it up, woman." If nothing else, Tran is more than willing to charge into the fray, looking to make an opportunity where none exist, even if it means exposing himself.
Taking a few quick steps forward, Tran turns to the side and plants one foot solidly. He brings the other leg up, and then using his upper body as a counterweight, drives it straight forward toward Marise's torso.
COMBATSYS: Marise fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Tran with Maou Tsuke.
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Marise 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Tran
Its hard to say if her visage of psychotic amusement is simply a mask to unnerve her foe, or if she makes no particular difference between business or pleasure. Her devillian grin widens sharply as she sees the man charge. One hand rising to catch that oncoming kick with her other lifting to take aim for this throat once more.. A simple gesture and-
*WHAM*
Marise's golden eyes widen in shock as his powerful strike carries through her blocking arm, crushing her defenses and bating her away like a ragdoll!
The ghostly maiden tumbles through the air and -crashes- through the bench she sat upon moments ago, crumbling to a heap beneath the shattered boards on the pavement..
"..hnn..."
The mind game behind a fight can be a wonderful and intriguing thing. It doesn't seem to be terribly involved here, as Tran is too busy pushing forward with all his might to bother with it at all, on either the giving or receiving end.
Which isn't to say that he's not thinking - indeed, he's momentarily surprised by his attack landing so solidly. It's excellent for momentum - so excellent that Tran is left with almost no choice but to press his advantage. And since Marise is already down...
Tran dashes forward, looking to leap upon and pin the devil ninja. It's prepwork for the real attack: a quick flurry of steamy punches, a barrage of billowing explosions.
COMBATSYS: Marise dodges Tran's Man of Action.
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Marise 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Tran
What better time to attack?
The Devil's dark form seems buried beneath the shattered remnants of the bench, not stirring at all as the good Doctor leaps upon her broken form and his fullsade of blasting punches obliterates the wreckage in a series of rippling explosions! Briefly illuminating the nearby street with the potent lightshow!
Damn good thing that Marise is actually kneeling about five feet away.
Having managed to extract herself a heartbeat before the blows fell, the Ninja wastes little time as her moment of surprising alacrity only bought her moments. Certainly not taking this explosive man for granted anymore, she engages in far more conservative strategy.
Her arm whips forth from beneath her sleeve once more, this time with much less force but no less range as she attempts to whip the pearlescent limb behind Tran's legs and trip him abruptly. Break his rush of momentum if she can.. to start her own..
COMBATSYS: Marise successfully hits Tran with Quick Throw.
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Marise 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Tran
Of course once he's there, punching away, Tran realizes that Marise, well. Isn't. So much for momentum. Pushing himself up, Tran tries to reascertain the ninja's position, catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. It's too little, too late. Tran tries to throw himself to the side, but he's snagged regardless, yanked down hard to smash into the already thoroughly wrecked wreckage.
It's not a soft spot to land. Shaking his head, Tran pushes himself up and calmly, if somewhat stiffly, brushes bits of bench off of himself. "Really, really need to figure that out some time."
COMBATSYS: Tran gains composure.
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Marise 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Tran
"Shall I.. show you?"
The Devil Ninja whispers, already upon him as he stiffly brushes himself off.
The taller woman moves upon him from behind like a rushing shadow. Attempting to lock one arm behind him and outstretch the other while clasping his wrist. Her shapely leg pushing between his own to hook over his shin in a complex hold.
"..Do you want to know?" She all but whispers into his ear as her own limbs begin to pull, trying to draw him apart as if on some manner of torture rack in the shape of a woman.
COMBATSYS: Tran dodges Marise's Strong Throw.
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Marise 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Tran
"When I want a demonstration..." Tran starts, pausing in his speech as he bursts into motion. If it were any number of other women, maybe he'd just stand there and accept the joint-snapping pain of what Marise intends. Tran is a man, after all. However, there's no attraction there, despite the admittedly beautiful feminine form. For all he cares, Marise may as well just be a guy. Or, better yet, a lesson on ninja anatomy.
Juking to one side, then the other, Tran pulls himself away from Marise before her hold is complete. In the same motion, he brings his elbow around and tries to drive it into the side of her head. "...I'll ask for it!"
COMBATSYS: Marise endures Tran's Quick Punch.
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Marise 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Tran
The ghostly creature's entrapping limbs are quickly escaped, her arms catching only open air as the Doctor proves himself again much faster than he looks! Golden eyes widen a moment as his fist -STRIKES- her true!
Dark locks rustling with abrupt motion as her head turns away from the blow.. Knuckles digging into her pale, beautiful skin. The taller woman is forced to take a step back.. but no further.
"...Kyeh.." A single laugh escapes her lips, curling into a slow smile even before that fist departs her face.
Clearly, the ghost is not nearly as fragile as she looks.
Quickly, the Devil -thrusts- her hand point blank at Tran's chest, attempting to extend her limb and -SHOVE- him sprawling a distance away! Her whole body twisting into the assault as she nearly doubles forwards with the effort!
The ghostly creature's entrapping limbs are quickly escaped, her arms catching only open air as the Doctor proves himself again much faster than he looks! Golden eyes widen a moment as his elbow -STRIKES- her true!
Dark locks rustling with abrupt motion as her head turns away from the blow.. Arm digging into her pale, beautiful skin. The taller woman is forced to take a step back.. but no further.
"...Kyeh.." A single laugh escapes her lips, curling into a slow smile even before that elbow departs her face.
Clearly, the ghost is not nearly as fragile as she looks.
Quickly, the Devil -thrusts- her hand point blank at Tran's chest, attempting to extend her limb and -SHOVE- him sprawling a distance away! Her whole body twisting into the assault as she nearly doubles forwards with the effort!
COMBATSYS: Tran blocks Marise's Maou Tsuke.
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Marise 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Tran
Well, that's not a good sign. Tran knows very well what it feels like to hit someone who's not bothering to get out of the way. Hell, he's done it himself any number of times. He also knows what it feels like when they don't at least go staggering back from the force. Shit. Exposed, Tran only has moments to bring his free arm up in front of him, deflecting some of the force of Marise's throw once again. He still slams into the pavement, involuntarily coughing from the impact.
And then, surprisingly, he grins. The edges of his teeth are stained red. "Use one trick too much, and it stops being a trick." Dr. Tran tilts his head, mockingly, staring Marise down. "Got anything else for me?"
COMBATSYS: Tran focuses on his next action.
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Marise 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Tran
The Devil can feel her assault wither away as the Doctor slowly pushes away her throw. Eventually her wrist slips off his arm as her elongated limb glances away, whipping the ivory length outwards and recoiling within her sleeve with a soft hiss.
The ghost takes a wobbling step forward to maintain her balance, limbs slumping at her sides as her head lolls a fraction. Chest rising and falling slowly as her eyes glimmer from within her forest of hanging tresses.
His goad is met with a slow snicker.. mutating into a bitter, biting laughter.. Breaking into a mad cackle!
The only person who's mocking Marise more than the Doctor, is herself.
Without so much as a word, the Devil races forwards quickly. Her skirts rising above her pumping legs as her body becomes parallel with the speeding ground. Stopping short only a handful of paces away to whip her head quickly to the side, forcing the volumes of her ocean of black silken locks to crash forwards in a tidal wave! The animated tresses seek to bind the man like a dozen garrotes! A bold attack that could only be born of desperation!
COMBATSYS: Tran fails to interrupt Onigumo Wanami from Marise with Dr. Tran Doles Out the Harshness.
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Marise 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tran
It's honestly a little surprising that Marise moves in so readily, rising to the bait. Still, Dr. Tran is confident and waiting, steam already starting to rise from his fingers. So what if she's laughing? He's ready for more of that freaky arm crap.
Except...naturally, it doesn't turn out like that. He goes down into a crouch as Marise approaches, starting to channel chi into the ground, except then...she stops. And whips her hair around, and it's evidently alive. What the hell.
Tran's geyser goes unfinished as he's more or less taken completely off-guard, surrounded and pulled at by the demonic strands. He does manage to note, however haltingly as his entire body is strangled, "That's...a new one."
The Devil holds the doctor in her forest of tresses for a painful few moments. The obsidian cascade pulled taut, filling the air with bizarre acoustics as the deathly woman digs her bare feet to the ground, still hunched forwards from the assault with her arms held outwards.
Clearly, the Ninja is not nearly so chipper as before, letting out a few raspy chuckles. Lips framed with smears of blood as the fight has clearly taken its toll.
"..You did ask..?" The Devil's eyebrows lift in a mild turn of amusement.
The silken ropes depart from the Doctor, flailing back towards their mistress like a flood of shadows. Tendrilously crawling back over her shoulders as she takes a step back.. Golden eyes glaring at the man.. with perhaps a new appreciation?
Typically this is where the psychotic villain chokes on how such an impudent whelp as he could hope to destroy her terrible wickedness.
No.. Marise is beginning to understand why Elle places such faith in this man. There is brutal, vicious strength in him that he wears on his sleeve. She has to say.. she likes that.
Slowly drawing her thumb over the corner of her lip. The ghost then whispers, "..Show me your strength.. Doctor." Golden eyes suddenly glowing with increased luminescence, pupils narrowing to inhuman slits. As if staring through the man.. to his beating heart within.
COMBATSYS: Marise focuses on her next action.
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Marise 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tran
When Marise's hair withdraws, the doctor's grin returns. He takes an unsteady step or two back, his leg faltering under his for the briefest of moments. A trickle of blood comes out of the corner of his mouth, evidence of internal injuries. "In a minute. God, you women, never satisfied."
Hunching over, Tran reaches for his leg, steam rising from his fingers as he goes to work on himself. Massaging tense, aching muscles, relaxing them and bringing them back into line. He's too damaged to fix everything, but at the very least he can start on his support - it's hard to fight when you can't stand, after all. "Don't let me keep you, though."
The Devil's gaze lingers on the Doctor as he issues that unexpected retort. Her eyebrow lifting once more, puzzling over this strange technique as she watches the chi-steam race along his body. Slowly curing the grievious damage she had inflicted but moments ago.
It would appear, Marise is not the only one filled with surprises.
"..Sooooo.." The ghostly maiden breathes, her lips curling back into a grin. Fangs just a little too sharp to be human.
Oddly, rather than pressing the assault in a bid to stop his regeneration, the Devil inhales yet again. Her chest rising slowly as she holds her arms outwards.. once more absorbing the vitality of the universe around her. An inversion of life, as the breeze around her begins to die away. Sounds muffled and lights dim.. Preparing to strike a blow this Doctor will not be able to recover from so lightly..
COMBATSYS: Marise gathers her will.
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Marise 1/--=====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tran
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Tran with Dr. Tran - Hot Lovin.
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Marise 1/--=====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tran
With a sharp SNAP, Tran's hands jerk, resetting his entire hip. He leans back up, shakes it once or twice to make sure everything's fine, and then turns his attention back on Marise. "So." His briefness is a sharp counterpoint to Marise's long, drawn-out process. Dr. Tran does not do things slowly - he bursts, unleashing everything he has all at once.
However, he doesn't go for it. He can play the waiting game just as well as anyone, not willing to be baited into doing something he's going to regret, especially at a point as critical as this. Thusly, the doctor reaches into his coat, pulling out a pair of sunglasses. "You know, I never seem to remember to wear these anymore. I think maybe you'll need them as a reminder, after we're done here."
Winding back, Tran hucks them forward at Marise, already watching to see how she responds. He may be flippant, but he's still watching, wary, preparing.
COMBATSYS: Marise overcomes Thrown Object from Tran with Large Thrown Object.
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Marise 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tran
In fact, that headlong rush into the offensive is precisely what Marise was expecting from the man. Instead.. the calm, cool demeanor again surprises her. The ghost tilts her head a fraction as her gaze narrows searchingly.
It would seem the good Doctor is much less rash than he first appears.
"Kyeh heh.." The Devil replies with a slow, sly smile, "..For an American you seem.. reserved."
However, as those Sunglasses are slowly drawn up.. Marise's eyes slowly open a fraction more, "..Perhaps I will." A simple, soft reply. That completely belies the moment of violence that follows.
In an abrupt motion, Marise's hands quickly shoot from her sleeves, arms extending to the street as her fingers latch onto the manhole cover sunk into the pavement. With a mighty jerk of movement, the Devil twirls herself around, WRENCHING the steel plate from it's cradle. Continuing her movement with an exclaim of effort and -hurling- the discus straight into the path of the glasses.
The makeshift projectile easily bats away the tiny object without hardly slowing towards its ultimate destination!
COMBATSYS: Tran overcomes Large Thrown Object from Marise with Real American Hero Cutter.
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Marise 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Tran
"Heh...you clearly don't know me very well." Disagreement over his nature aside, Tran prepares to show Marise just what it means when he goes all out. Steam rises from his fingertips, thick and heavy, a hot, obscuring mist. It should give a fair indication of what's coming, but the doctor doesn't care. At this point, it's all or nothing!
Abruptly, Tran raises his arms and then slashes both of them downward, the steam around him whipping inward toward them. A blade of chi, far larger than the one Tran threw earlier, manifests and blazes forward, splitting the manhole cover clean in half. Not content with that, Tran's arms go into a flurry of motion even as the metal half-circles go flying by him on either side. A veritable river of blades comes blasting forth, each smaller than the last until, finally, Dr. Tran is spent.
COMBATSYS: Marise slows Real American Hero Cutter from Tran with Onigumo no Kokufuu.
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Marise 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Tran
And so Tran's strength is revealed!
Marise's eyes widen as Tran unleashes a torrent of steam blades, slicing the hurdled manhole cover as if it was crafted of paper mache. The destruction hurdles forth, and its all the Devil can do to meet it head on!
With a sharp cry, Marise spins in place swiftly and bows her entire body forth in a single dive of movement. Her shock of ebon locks splash forwards in a rush, -exploding- into a virtual forest of black needles. Perhaps over a hundred of the slivers collide with the avalanche of blades. A handful of the needles colliding with the chi-weapons apiece, disrupting their nature and dissolving them away in a burst of diffused steam!
For seconds.. stretching into a seeming eternity, the two fighters unleash their full strength against one another. Until finally.. The last handful of Chi-blades push through the Devil's silk rain. SLASHING along her flanks and arm with hissing gouts of smoke and steam!
While the bulk of Tran's attack is diffused, Marise collapses to the ground.. Sprawled upon the filthy ground once more. Overwhelmed and reeling!
Still out of breath from the exertion of sending that much chi flying forward, Tran pauses, considering his options after that latest exchange. The hair again...he's going to have to learn how she does that, too. But besides that, something about this feels familiar. Maybe it's how, after he unleashes a devestating attack, Marise is down. He has to wonder: is she faking it? Trying to make the damage appear to be more than what it really is?
Either way, Tran's not sure he has much choice left in pressing the attack. While he's certain she doesn't have a whole lot left to throw, neither does he. A quick finish is all that's left to strive for. Slowly moving forward, Tran breaks into a jog, and when he approaches Marise, drops to one knee, bringing his fist around overhand in an attempt to drive it into her skull.
COMBATSYS: Marise interrupts Strong Punch from Tran with Maou Tsuke.
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Marise 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Tran
The Devil of Koga is certainly on her last legs.
The assault had sent her to the ground, sprawled. Hissing steam rises from her sides where his blades struck, only leaving the ghost to writhe in torture.
Its all the Ninja can do to roll onto all fours painfully, crawling a few inches before the Doctor rushes in to deliver the finishing blow to the back of her head!
"...Almost.."
Plush, blooded lips whisper the words as the punch connects solidly to her skull, only to accept the force of the blow into a forward roll!
Her momentum carrying her upside down as she quickly lashes out with a bare foot, striking upwards! Her ankles hook beneath the Doctor's arms. With an unorthodox, fully-body SHOVE.. The Ninja EXTENDS her legs nearly a dozen feet! Pushing away from the Earth with her hands and -SLAMING- Tran headfirst into the side of the Warehouse. Rattling every last window on the facade and knocking loose several pieces of the roof above.
"KYAAA!"
Once again, Tran is taken off-guard. Whatever else Marise has going for her, she's unpredictable. A lot like Tran, in that regard. It's a completely different kind of unpredictability, but that's more in how it's achieved.
The end result in this case is a massive headache for Tran. Grabbed by feet, of all things, he's propelled away into the warehouse, slamming into it, where he sticks for a moment before falling down onto his hands and feet.
"Close...I'm at the end of my rope. And you, too..." Tran shakes his head once or twice and then dashes forward, reaching into inner reserves of strength, and throwing another simple punch toward Marise's chest. "Let's end this!"
COMBATSYS: Marise endures Tran's Quick Punch.
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While the Devil's attack was certainly unorthodox, she certainly does not rise from the ground again with anything resembling speed.
The blow to the head was stronger than it may have outwardly seemed.. Its all she can do to slowly, achingly push herself upwards. Legs retracting to their normal length, feet trembling as she tries to support her own weight again. Back arched forward with tendrils of smoke yet rising from her.. Looking for all the world like the undead thing she so emulates. Face half-cloaked beneath hanging locks as she slowly shuffles, turning to face Tran as the Doctor also rises.
"K..Kyeh.." The Devil chokes out, shoulders heaving with the sound. Glinting eyes staring through the man with an entirely new perspective.
This is not the same Doctor Tran she first laid eyes on. She realizes that now. His measure is far greater than she gave him credit for.
"Yess.." The Ninja whispers in the affirmative, taking a shambling step forwards towards the attack.
Shockingly, she does not even TRY to block. Simply -leaning- into the punch, his fist striking SOLIDLY just above the depth of her cleavage. Her head lolling forth with the impact as she shudders..
..Why doesn't she fall down?
"..Indeed!"
With a surge of effort, her hands slide along his arm. Fist practically trapped against the most unlikely of captors as the Devil moves to -PUSH- forwards. Wrenching his arm to the side and simply toppling alongside the man, only hoping to drive him into the ground slightly harder than she'll strike the mercilessly rough surface.
COMBATSYS: Tran blocks Marise's Quick Throw.
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For a moment, Tran hesitates. Did she just...to his hand...and...? Yeah. Marise did. It's off-putting, a little. She might be a creepy demon woman (aren't they all, fellas?), but boobs are boobs, and man, Tran's hand is right there. However, it's still not enough to throw the doctor off his game.
Though his arm is trapped and wrenched aside, Tran's still got one free, and that's proving to be enough to stifle his adversary's offense, at least a little. When she shoves him down, it's right there, interposing itself in between himself and the ground, keeping him from hitting too hard. He still collapses onto it a moment later, next to Marise.
"One more thing." He brings that same hand around, chi gathering yet again, and slams a flat, dull-grey disc downward at Marise. He doesn't care where. Anywhere will work, at this point.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Marise with Operation - Dr. Tran.
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The Devil simply collapses in a heap. Struggling briefly to try and complete her throw, but simply unable to force the technique through as the Doctor manages to shove himself away at the last.. The ghost simply collapses on her side, sprawled and unable to rise again.
But.. seeing her compatriot yet fallen beside her, she does not relent so easily. Slowly reaching a hand outwards, painfully gripping the sidewalk to pull herself just a little closer.
"It...seems.. I m..misjudged.." The Ninja weakly admits, a rueful grin creeping up at her dirtied face.
However, as Tran simply rolls over and casually SLAMS that disc chi directly against the Devil's stomach.. the Devil -HOWLS-!
Her limbs twitching and spasming ackwardly as a gout of sizzling smoke rushes upwards from her like a geyser! Arching her back while golden eyes slowly roll upwards into her skull..
With a final, shuddering gasp she then lay prone. Utterly spent and unable to continue. The Doctor conquered the Devil.
The question is.. when he stands, will he realize an inky black rope of hair tied his ankles together and promptly fall on his head?
Oldest Ninja trick in the book.
COMBATSYS: Marise can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marise successfully hits Tran with Onigumo no Agito.
- Power hit! -
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[OOC] Marise says, "Best ending ever."
Short answer: no.
Groaning, the doctor shoves himself up to his feet, shaking his head to clear it. "Looks...looks like it, Medusa." Not that he's commenting on her looks, but...the hair thing. Aren't nicknames great?
Unsteadily, he tries to turn to leave, but...the hair thing. Shit. Tran is taken more or less /completely/ off-guard, tilting forward violently and falling flat on his face before he even realizes what's happening. His head actually bounces once, before he rolls to the side and reveals closed eyes and a bloody, broken nose. When he wakes up, he's going to have to set it himself, and goddamn if it isn't going to hurt like a bitch. For now, though...peaceful rest. He certainly deserves it at this point.
Log created on 21:40:02 05/23/2007 by Marise, and last modified on 21:40:01 05/24/2007.