Description: Twelve, disguised as A Fat Kid, challenges Rock to a Neo League fight...but for reasons of his own. (Winner: Rock)
It's the day after Saturday Night Fight. Rock Howard fought Kain Heinlein, reigning SNF Champion, in a brutal battle that will go down for the ages. Actually, he got out of there with a fluke victory and is now relishing his suddenly elevated status as an elite fighter. Being in the top three in the Neo League and also SNF Champion makes him a particularly special case so far as the fighting world's cult of personality is concerned.
To celebrate his title, he's taken himself to one of the nicest restaurants in his hometown of Southtown. A VIP table was prepared when they heard he was planning to arrive, and Rock sits there now waiting for his delicious Prime Rib to be delivered. Fans continually are asking his waiter if they can interrupt for autographs, and Rock is happy to oblige -- it wasn't quite as awesome as he thought to go out to a nice restaurant when you're alone so he's happy for the company.
It is not only fighting fans who watch the Fights of Saturday Night. Indeed - some less savory sorts also do, because...well, sometimes you find the up-and-comers. Sometimes you find the dangers to your plans.
Sometimes, you find Rock Howard. Son of Geese Howard, trained by Terry Bogard - and who knows how many others? One of the pinnacles-to-be of the martial world. A target.
The G-Project may be secretive, but not all of its operatives can be. In his natural form, Twelve is one of those...but he is the one they signed up to Neo League, to give him an excuse to collect data and biosamples. And it is he that is currently in the shape of one of the many fans, clamoring for his chance to get an autograph. He's the short, dumpy one with the pimples.
Rock signs a snapshot of him fighting Geese Howard from his last Saturday Night Fight for a fourteen year old girl and her mother. He's very dubious about the prospect and it shows in his eyes as he hands it back over to the girl; he doesn't need reminders of that ass-kicking on his celebration night. "Keep fighting," he says, flatly, like it was some rehearsed bit of garbage. "Never give up and you can do anything."
Looking over at his waiter, he rubs a hand through his blond hair. "Hey," he says. "Don't let anyone with Geese photos over, okay? I don't need him crowding my universe on my big day, okay?"
The waiter nods, looks at the growing crowd, and picks out the short dumpy kid. He motions him over.
The kid walks over, grinning widely. "Hey, um...Rock Howard, sir..." The kid has no photograph. Instead, he rubs his hands together eagerly. "Could you - could you face me...in a Neo League fight? I mean...please, sir? I've watched every fight you've done for SNF!"
Respectful, eager, a little creepy? Yeah, Twelve has the persona down. The kid doesn't /look/ like a fighter - but a closer look will reveal that beneath the dumpiness is musculature enough to be an /okay/ fighter. Twelve also has the /form/ down, you see.
Rock notices that the kid has no photograph. That's kind of strange. Maybe he wants him to sign his arm or something? That grin is a little creepy too. But Rock isn't /too/ worried; it's not like any stalkers could take him out. He's a World Warrior, a Fighting Champion! Unless it's like, Vega, who could hurt him?
The question comes and Rock's taken a little off-guard. His red eyes widen some, then he squints to peer at the kid, trying to get a read on him. "A Neo League fight?" he repeats, a little incredulous. It's rare that fans show up, especially relatively young ones, and actually want to step into the ring with him. "Are you a registered fighter?"
The kid nods. "I am!" He pulls out a small card showing his registration information, registered under the name - or possibly the psuedonym - 'Twelve.' "See?" He looks around the restaurant. "But...uh, probably somewhere where less people will be in the way, if you say yes. You will, right?"
Internally, Twelve is sure that Rock will. The G-Project believes he will never turn down a challenge, even an apparently effortless one.
Rock cranes an eye at the registration. It could be phony, he reflects. He's never really considered the idea that teenagers who are fanatic fight fans might duplicate registration to feel the rush of a real fight against a real professional fighter. But either way, this guy seems genuinely interested in fighting.
Rock looks at the waiter, then at the other fans. Many of them are eagerly hoping he'll say yes. They live for this kind of thing; the spontaneous excitement of a Neo League fight. That's the draw of the league -- it can come at you from anywhere at anytime. It's like a freight train off the rails. You just hang on as long as you can.
Seeing that the twelve year old girl from before is staring at him intently, Howard sighs. He pushes his salad away. "Fine," he says. "Outside in five minutes. I hope you're tough because I never hold back, kid."
Twelve smiles broadly. The registration - is actually real. Of course, it was registered to someone who looked completely different, but it was still Twelve. The kid makes his way out quickly. He has less problems with fans trying to touch him, after all - he's an unknown, a newcomer. He's just some fat kid. "I'll be ready, Mister Howard, sir! I don't want you to hold back!"
Once outside, the 'fat kid' begins stretching - not needed, with his body structure, but Twelve is staying in character for now.
Rock lets the kid go outside first. He sits in his chair for a few seconds, debating if he really wants to go through with this. He thinks about when he was younger and eager for an opportunity. He had it easier, though, some of the best fighers in the world let him spar with them because of his last name. But for the youngest generation? They have to scrape their way, grit and grunt and guts and tears. It'll do the kid good to get a pounding; it'll earn character.
Rising up, Rock pushes his chair it, exchanges a grin with a cute girl with her boyfriend who has been consumed by the celebrity in the vicinity, and strides out the rotating door. The street is already starting to fill with curious onlookers and the windows in the buildings above are filled with faces. "Alright," Howard says, planting his feet on the sidewalk and pulls on his fighting coat. It's red and Bogardish. He couldn't wear it in the restaurant. He motions with a hand, beckoning, as he forms his Hakyokusaken fighting stance. "Show me what you got!"
COMBATSYS: Rock has started a fight here.
Twelve nods, going into a rudimentary defensive stance. He's not /showing/ much skill - he's pretending, at the moment, just to have raw, unpolished talent. Sort of, anyway...
Watching Rock carefully, the kid prepares himself...and then lunges forward, slashing his hand in the air in front of him. A line of glowing electrical chi slashes at Rock ahead of the handslash. Twelve is no chi master - but he's learned how to copy it.
COMBATSYS: Twelve has joined the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Rock blocks Twelve's N.R.G..
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Rock 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Twelve
"Woa!" Rock exclaims when Twelve doesn't hesitate even a second. The kid goes right at him and the emulated chi energy is explosive. Howard had no idea that the dude has that kind of talent buried beneath his dumpy exterior. Quickly recoiling and relying on his reflexes, he takes a half a step back from oncoming charge and spins a forearm out to intercept the slashing hand. It quakes with the impact, sending a small explosion of light outward to blanket the street.
"Where did you learn /that/?" Howard asks, sounding impressed. It might, however, be a rhetorical question. Because this is a fight; one way or another, and Rock Howard never shows quarter once the bell has rung. /Especially/ not with Neo League points on the line. Immediately, his right foot slams into the sidewalk and he pushes off it -- his body spiking with his own chi energy.
He comes right back at Twelve, his right elbow pistoning forward with his dash step -- encased in glowing light and rocketing straight for the kid's sternum. He'll recognize the attack; it's one of Rock's most famous improvisations on one of Terry Bogard's signature moves.
COMBATSYS: Twelve blocks Rock's Hard Edge.
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Rock 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Twelve
"I taught myself after watching all sorts of fights! I practice a lot!" The kid grins - perhaps a little too broadly, but Twelve isn't a master of facial expressions. He doesn't usually /have/ any. The kid is quick for his size, though, as shown when Rock dashes for him.
Bringing his arms up, the kid slides backwards from the impact, but the Hard Edge slams into the crossed arms, not his sternum. Uncrossing his arms, the kid continues grinning. "Great! That was cool!"
The kid focuses - and then runs forward, lunging at Rock. The kid's smart enough to realize his weight can be a semi-effective weapon, it seems.
COMBATSYS: Rock counters P.H.Y.S. from Twelve with Gedan Crack Counter.
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Rock 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Twelve
Weight can be a semi-effective weapon. Weight can also be a semi-effective weapon for an opponent skilled in channeling it and reversing it's effects. Bracing himself, Rock anticipates the response correctly from Twelve. The man/thing/it comes slamming back at him and Rock is ready. He braces his weight, lets Twelve barrel into him, and then he twists.
Rotating around Twelve's body, Rock pivots so that he ends up aligned with the kid's back. His palm explodes forward, slamming into the back of Twelve's neck to drive him forward and away from Howard.
As Twelve hopefully staggers, Howard adjusts his jacket and rolls his neck. "You're too slow," he says, challengingly. "You need to be faster."
Twelve makes a 'grk' noise, staggering forward and falling over. Rising to his feet unsteadily, he shakes himself off. "Huh...thanks!" As he gets to his feet, the kid turns, stepping back, watching Rock carefully. Then, focusing, the kid begins to crackle with electricity. "I'll remember that!"
Then he shoves his hand forward, letting loose a blast of electrical chi, flying at Rock with speed. "Like that?"
COMBATSYS: Twelve successfully hits Rock with P.R.O.J..
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Rock 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Twelve
Rock braces at the oncoming chi blast. The electric nature of it causes spasming flashes of lightning to swarm in the nucleus of the blast. Arms crossing over his chest, it slams into Rock and explodes into a shower of light. But Howard wasn't antipating the the strength behind it. The blast presses on, pushing past his defenses, swallowing him whole into's electric fussilade.
Collapsing to a knee, smoke curls off Rock's body as the chi starts to dissipate. He slams a fist into the floor, grunting with irritation that he underestimated Twelve's attack. Forcing himself back to both feet, he stares at the kid. "There's a lot more to you than meets the eye," he says, stating the completely obvious. "I'm done underestimating you."
"Let's go," he calls, beckoning the man forward again.
COMBATSYS: Rock focuses on his next action.
Twelve grins again, his skin crackling. Mimicking the chi powers of other fighters, he reflects - always a good idea. Even if the other fighter is Necro. CUUUUUURSE YOU, NECRO!
"I'm glad you think I'm tough! I practice a lot!" Lunging forward, he attempts to grab at Rock, to toss him backwards with his momentum. "I watch a lot of fights, and I've mimicked all the stuff I saw!"
COMBATSYS: Rock endures Twelve's Quick Throw!
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Rock 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Twelve
Rock keeps his feet planted and lets Twelve grip the collar of his coat. A moment later, his eyes widen some with shock that not only is this kid and adept chi wielder, but he's got some muscle behind it all too. Hurled over Twelve's head, Rock crashes face first against the sidewalk. He skids on his shoulder a few feet, slamming into the side of the restaurant -- just beneath the expensive window glass.
"Okay," Rock says to himself. "Time to adjust my strategy." Hauling himself up, he wipes his gloved hand through his hair and prepares to go on the offensive. He needs to start dictating the pace of this fight if he's going to win. Breaking into a run, Howard's booted feet pound against the cement, and he comes right at Twelve. Ducking low, he explodes his fist forward to a full upward extension -- trying to deliver a killer uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Twelve interrupts Fierce Punch from Rock with T.H.R..
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Rock 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Twelve
Appearances, Twelve well knows, are very deceiving. There's a reason he chose a dumpy kid as his shape. As Rock runs towards him, the kid prepares himself, moving into a receiving position - and pushes into the punch, struck heavily on the chest - but not his chin. Then, using Rock's momentum, the kid twists, shoving his opponent past him, adding his dumpy strength towards Rock's momentum.
Breathing out heavily, his chest bruised, he grins. "That was /cool/."
Rock gets shoved to the ground again. He doesn't stay there long. Springing out of it, he backpedals from Twelve a few steps, breathing deeply.
Rock touches his mouth. He can feel copper in there. There is something not right about this whole scenario. This kid is way too skilled to be so young. He's suspecting his father. There's some kind of treachery here. "What's your deal, kid?" he asks, squinting at him, and starting to pace a semicircle across the sidewalk between the street and the restaurant. "You've done more than just watch a lot of great fights."
COMBATSYS: Rock focuses on his next action.
Twelve smiles beatifically. "I'm Twelve." As Rock paces, the 'kid' turns to face him, pivoting in his spot. "I /really/ like fights. I've done research. And I have some friends I practice with." Some of that's lies, some of it true. Twelve /does/ do research, and he does have friends...but he doesn't /like/ fights. Twelve doesn't 'like' anything. He's a tool.
"Is that what you wanted to know?" With that, he rushes at Rock, diving again at the more famous fighter, this time leading with his feet at Rock's legs.
COMBATSYS: Rock interrupts Medium Kick from Twelve with Raging Storm'.
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Rock 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Twelve
Rock twists his hands to intercept the oncoming kick. Twelve's leg hits his palms, driving him back a foot against the sidewalk. But Howard keeps his grip, for the moment, on the kid's leg. "No," he says, about it making sense. But then again, he's starting to not care. He just wants to destroy this guy and get out of here with his dignity intact.
A half a step forward is taken and then Rock throws Twelv'es leg down, hopefully to keep the man off-balance. Igniting in energy, his arms raise and then he slams them into the ground. The ground around Rock craters, spiderwebbing cracks in the sidewalk breaking outward from his epicenter, as a gigantic shockwave of chi energy explodes outward. The glass window the the restaurant shatters from the seismic vibrations, but nobody cares. They're too excited to see... The Raging Storm!
Twelve stumbles as his foot is grabbed - and as Rock answers him, Twelve mentally shrugs. Not his problem. Definitely not his problem. As his leg is thrown down, he stumbles back, staring at Rock. He's /studying/ this. Memorizing it. As the energy builds, he steps back - but he's far too slow, flying backwards from the deafening blast of chi power. He almost flows to his feet afterwards, his control of his form lessened - his skin is grayer, his eyes a deep red. His musculature is /off/, a bit. Closing his eyes, he focuses, righting his image and pulling himself together.
COMBATSYS: Twelve gains composure.
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Rock 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Twelve
Rock squints more. He's squinting a lot on this fight. The brief shifting of the form as Twelve rises off the ground is creepy, unusual, and definitely unsettling. Concerned that maybe he's going insane, Howard just paces back a step. They're at a stalemate in the fight. Anything could happen. He swallows air, fingers flexing, eyes unwavering as he mentally prepares himself for the third act. "You okay?" he asks, half concerned, half trash talk. "That looked like it hurt."
COMBATSYS: Rock gains composure.
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Rock 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Twelve
Twelve opens his eyes. "I...yeah, I'm okay...I'll live." The voice is pained - calculatedly so. Twelve may be fairly okay, but the kid would be tired. Definitely tired. "You're /really/ strong, man." Stepping back, he does something that - well, that a rookie kid might do. He grabs a fallen shard of glass and throws it at Rock to buy some time - and, Twelve hopes, maybe draw some blood.
The G-Project would like that.
COMBATSYS: Rock overcomes Thrown Object from Twelve with Double Reppuken.
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Rock 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Twelve
Woah! That's seriously not kosher. While there are no official rules in the Neo League about what you can use to win a fight -- most fighters generally agree that lethal implements are frowned upon. People want to prove they're a better fighter than their opponents; not necessarily eviscerate or permanently murder them. Unless you're Rolento or Grant.
Quick to react, the younger Howard takes a step forward. Power quakes off his form as he suddenly slices one arm upward through the air, fist clenched tight. "DOUBLE!" he yells, and then he twists and slices his other arm through the air in the same way. "REPPUKEN!!"
Twin geysers of power rip off his arms, slicing forward and through the shard of glass with a flash of bluish white chi power. The continue forward, burning and churning, across the sidewalk.
COMBATSYS: Twelve reflects Double Reppuken from Rock with N.R.G..
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Rock 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Twelve
Well, Twelve considers, that's almost as good. The G-Project creation may not get genetic material...but he /does/ get a chance to play with chi head-on. The fat kid focuses...and then crackles, his skin almost glowing with electrical energy.
Twelve studies the attack flying for him...he calculates - now. Letting out an involuntary roar, he claps his hands together, mimicking a thunderclap - and then draws his arms apart, creating an arcing wall of lightning - which the twin chi geysers fly into, crackling and - turning. The electrical chi that Twelve has borrowed from the foes he's copied overwhelms it, turning Rock's own power against him.
Rock's only eaten a reppuken from one man in his life until now. Blasted back, the twin chi shears slam into and through him. He lets out a roar of pain and falls down to both knees, his jacket sizzling and chi-smoke curling off his back. He has no freaking idea how Twelve did that to one of his best attacks. He's starting to get very concerned, as the fog of pain settles on his mind, that he might actually lose to this guy.
COMBATSYS: Twelve successfully hits Rock with Reflected Double Reppuken.
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Rock 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Twelve
That is unacceptable. Not on his victory night. This is Rock Howard's coming out party. He's not going to go down to some mutant kid with electric chi-balls and reflecting techniques Rock has never seen before. Swallowing air, Rock climbs back up to his feet. He pulls a torn half a sleeve off his coat. "I like this jacket," he says, coldly.
"I really like this jacket."
COMBATSYS: Rock gains composure.
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Rock 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Twelve
It is Twelve's turn to hang back. He doesn't have a limitless supply of chi. In fact, his own chi isn't very strong - it's only that he knows how to copy other people and play with their skills. Carefully watching Rock with one eye, he spreads his hands, looking shocked. "I...whoa. I- I'm sorry, I didn't know that would be that powerful..."
COMBATSYS: Twelve focuses on his next action.
Rock isn't buying the 'innocent kid' angle so much anymore. Even if the guy really is that fat, dumpy, kid -- he's got more going on than appears. The momentary skin disfiguration, which Rock is twenty percent sure wasn't a trick of his own insane imagination, tells him that's the case. In the least, this kid has received some sort of training to be this powerful. People don't just crawl out of bed and become world-class fighters.
"Whatever," Rock says. Maybe the kid is really this naive and Rock Howard being a bit of a dick to him will make him do something drastic and potentially foolish. "Are we here to /fight/ or cry about it?"
COMBATSYS: Rock focuses on his next action.
Twelve is not nearly as naive as he acts. He couldn't be - Twelve has no naivete at all. Twelve is ruthless, arrogant and...probably evil, if you think that way. He's a tool of the Illuminati. But he /is/ an excellent actor. "Oh - um...right." Twelve ponders - his chi was working well...
But building up charge takes time. No - he doesn't have that time. Instead, he'll go for raw strength. The dumpy kid charges again, slamming a two-handed hammer blow for Rock. Not the best attack - but he /is/ pretending to be amateur...even if it's not working.
COMBATSYS: Rock fails to counter P.H.Y.S. from Twelve with Gedan Crack Counter.
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Rock 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Twelve
It's working good enough that Rock isn't sure what to do each time Twelve attacks. Backing up to prepare for the kid's attack, Rock moves into his usual counter stance and braces for the strike. His hand reaches to grab the axl-handle slam by the knuckles. There's a momentary point where it seems like he's going to successfully swallow the force of the blow and turn it back against the kid.
That evaporates. There's more strength behind it than the clumsy deliver alludes to. Eating it hook, line, and sinker, Twelve pushes through Rock's fist and his knuckles crack against the side of Rock's face. His head snaps back and to the left, hair tossing, spit flying.
Twelve frowns. Despite what's going on, he doesn't actually /like/ this. The spit is /wasted/, he can't collect it now! No, this is bad! He has to...ah. That's it. Trick Rock into getting close. Yeeees...
Twelve creates sweat beading the fat kid's forehead. He's a fat kid, this is more exercise than he's had in years! He tries to grab for Rock's collar to toss him away, but - well, fat kids are FAT, he's having some trouble.
COMBATSYS: Rock counters T.H.R. from Twelve with Joudan Crack Counter.
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Rock 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Twelve
This time Rock's ready for Twelve. The last time, he tried to push through the throw to get himself into a better position to upper-cut Twelve. His strike got countered by a murderous blast of pain. This time, he sticks to his guns. He relies on the techniques of Geese Howard. Twelve grips his scorched collar with both hands and Rock answers by slamming his own hands into the kid's wrists.
Falling to the ground, Howard immediately leaps straight up after twin toes touch pavement. He performs and acrobatic open flip over Twelve's head, and on the full extent of his rotation, sends one of his booted heels into the back of the G-Project monster's head. Landing a few feet away, Rock spins back around to see the results, still breathing heavy. Sweat lines his brow too.
Twelve is...glad? He doesn't smile - he isn't stupid. But - yes. That get Rock close. His wrists sting and he lets go of Rock, stepping back and making a grunt of pain - and then he stumbles forward as he is slammed in the back of the head by a foot. Hm...not so good.
Shaking himself and turning, he breathes heavily for effect - and then lunges for rock, slashing his hand towards the man's face...except that while his hand is fast, and he has actually added a tiny blade to his form, an edge to his fingers - he's not aiming for Rock...quite. He's aiming for...the hair.
Yes, the sweaty hair by Rock's face. The worst Rock has to fear from this attack is maybe a bruise to his cheek.
COMBATSYS: Rock blocks Twelve's Jab Punch.
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Rock 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Twelve
Rock intercepts the blow with his head. The bladed hand -- which he fortunately can't see -- slices through some of his hair. He's got plenty of it. It floats off his hand for the street below. The G-Project shouldn't have any problems picking it up later and making evil Howard clones or whatever it is they do with this stuff.
Howard is more focused on the fight at hand. With Twelve in close, he needs to maximize his efforts if he's going to get out of this fight. Taking a bracing backstep, his heel hits the cement and then he shoots his arms out to the side. Blitzing forward with a shift of momentum, he cuts the arms upward to try and catch Twelve right in the chest and lift him up into the air.
COMBATSYS: Rock successfully hits Twelve with Shinkuu Nage.
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Rock 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Twelve
Twelve smiles internally. Mission accomplished. He has no need to be here now - except that Rock probably won't let him scurry off so easily...
Ah. Best to force Rock into victory...it'd be easy to win, but why? The Neo League is a /tool/, not a reason. He'll collect the hair after - it'll keep. This is all occupying Twelve's mind when he notices that he's in Rock's hands. He blinks. Uh oh - and with that, he is thrown - and heavily, landing a good distance away. Getting to his feet, he decides to force Rock into DOING WHAT HE MUST. Internally reinforcing his arms - and he charges, slamming his now heavy arm at Rock, slowly and awkwardly...but Rock can handle it.
Twelve will not consider that Rock won't.
COMBATSYS: Rock counters Random Weapon from Twelve with Joudan Crack Counter.
- Power hit! -
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Rock 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Twelve
Rock isn't sure what is happening. There is a lot of stuff going on beneath the surface in this fight. This guy was kicking his ass and then suddenly he's on the ropes. He's making a last ditch, very telegraphed, attack. But, as Rock zeroes in on the trajectory of Twelve's arm, he realizes he doesn't care. He'll win and move on with his life; hopefully forgetting about this freak of nature foever.
Not even waiting to intercept the fists, Howard just straight mimics his earlier action. He flips over Twelve, arcs nicely, and sends his boot back into the kid's skull again. Landing, he pivots back around. It's about a second before the pain catches up to him and he staggers, clutching his chest.
Twelve - well, internally, he smiles. Perfect. He saw Rock's fighting style, he's learned it...and he got the DNA sample. Complete accomplishment. As he is leaped over and smashed in the head, Twelve angles his fall so that he lands on the hair he sliced earlier in the fight. His body oozes over it, absorbing it into himself for transport - and then Twelve closes his eyes, relaxing all his false muscles, apparently knocked out. He can still move - barely - but he's not going to give that away.
Rock Howard has won.
COMBATSYS: Twelve takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Twelve can no longer fight.
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"Geez," Rock says, glad when the kid doesn't get back up. He was /not/ prepared for such an intense fight; it literally came at him from left field. Breathing in and out, Rock struggles to catch his breath as he walks over to the kid. He can't tell that Twelve is being all oozy on his stomach, absorbing DNA, from his angle. "Man, that was a great fight. You really gave it your all. Thanks."
Twelve seals himself up - that hair will be well protected. It's not as if he'll be able to /use/ the DNA himself - but he can carry it within him in the form of the hair. It's good to be a monster. However, he maintains character, groaning. "Th...thank you..."
Mission accomplished!
COMBATSYS: Rock has ended the fight here.
Log created on 15:27:40 05/28/2007 by Twelve, and last modified on 19:51:02 05/28/2007.