Description: In Alan R.B.'s debut League match, he faces Tenma Kiryuu... On top of Mt. Rushmore?! But when the sneering boxer takes a commanding early lead, can the Gedo swordsman hope to recover? (Draw Match)
Neeeoooooo Lllleeeeaaguuueeeeeeeeeeeee! That's not at all how you extend League but we'll go with it.
Alan R.B. didn't really care about the Neo League until he got the challenge from this Tenma kid, who he guesses saw him in his amazing SNF matches. Sure, the verdict hasn't quite come in on that King of the Hill match, but internet buzz agrees that he should be awarded that one. But will he?! WHO KNOWS. The point is, Alan is here, he is a handsome son of a bitch, and he's standing on top of a huge stone carving of Thomas Jefferson. The wind whips the tails of his closed vest around, causing his heavily product'd lightning bolt bang to flutter, and most annoyingly extinguishes his cigarette automatically. Sparks are pulled from his hand by the wind, crackling outward from him for at least 25 feet out from the mountain in a line. It's pretty impressive.
Honestly? And this is the truth here; Tenma actually hasn't the foggiest idea who Alan is, but he saw the other guy's name on the list and figured, hey, I've never fought that guy before... So why not? It's not quite as bad as just throwing darts at a list of names or anything, but it's CLOSE. Though really, the Japanese teenager wasn't expecting the League to fly them all the way out here, but that goes to show what he knows. It's possible, in fact, that he's gotten himself in a little over his head.
By a couple of hundred feet.
As he too is deposited atop the sage old stone heads of long-dead American guys, the dark-haired Gedo gang member gives a wary glance towards the edge of the perch, his slightly curved wooden practice sword slung over his shoulders. "Riiiight," Tenma mutters to himself, shaking his head; no time for that, gotta focus. Focus on beating the stuffing out of some other guy, which is the whole reason he's here! Indeed, it's kind of his raison d'etre, most of the time.
"Lightning, huh?" Tenma wonders aloud, speaking up to be heard over the wind as he closes with Alan. "Well, whatever, Sparky," he adds a bit dismissively, lifting his left hand to his mouth and biting into his thumb, hard enough that it bleeds. From there, he draws his thumb along the blade of his bokken, painting a crimson line of blood to link it to himself... And then he sweeps the sword through the air, whereupon it starts to emanate a misty red aura of mingled blood and chi. "Don't zap yourself by accident, huh?"
Man, Alan always finds himself up against these crazy weapon users, and this guy's all putting blood on his sword and using blood chi?! That's messed up, man, that's just messed up. The older blonde American makes a fast series of practice boxing swings, flicks his cigarette negligently onto Jefferson's nose, and goes into a loose boxing stance as he starts a'comin'. "Pfff. Whatever, kid. I'll try not to stab myself if you don't get all depressed and start slashing your wrists right here.
Alan cracks his knuckles and tightens his iron rings as he sizes the kid up some more. "Tall for a Jap, aren't you? I'll try not to punch you in the balls because I'm aiming at where your head should be." As usual, giving out some of the ol' sass britches before the fight really begins in earnest. Now that he's got his focus going, that faint trail of electricity becomes a crackle as chi swirls around his arms without any concious thought.
COMBATSYS: Alan has started a fight here.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
'Messed up' is the general consensus, yeah. Though some people prefer to say 'gross' or other things like that. One of these days, it's going to hurt Tenma's feelings! ...Nah, probably not. The remarks about his height get a faint laugh from the Gedo swordsman, who smirks wide enough to show teeth. "If your aim's that crap, this'll be over with pretty quickly," the dark-haired boy replies, though despite his apparent foolhardy arrogance, he's actually a bit wary of that electrical chi. That could be tough to deal with, maybe.
"Hope you're ready, Sparky," Tenma says, before electing to take the initiative. He's not the sort of guy to wait around all politely-like, and instead he rushes forward at Alan, over the uneven stone underfoot, his bokken snapping forward in a quick pair of strikes, more to test Alan's defenses than anything. Just rushing in heedlessly? That'd be kind of dumb against somebody who /shoots lightning/.
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Alan with Light Strike.
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Alan 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Alan gets his hands up in time to block the quick snaps, but he wasn't quite ready for the chi that comes along with the ride. The sword slaps themselves just sting his hands, but that crazy blood action burns, and causes him to fall back a step. "You call me Sparky one more time, kid, and I'm tossing you into Abe's beard." He takes a quick step back, another around to the left, before darting in hard.
The boxer ducks low as he comes in, chi exploding around his right hand as he comes up hard, iron rings headed right for the Gedo's chin. Looks like, unlike Tenma, Alan's starting things off hot and heavy. His boots find ample traction on the head-shaped rock, proving that Americans operate perfectly on their own monuments whether they've been there before or not.
Good thing this isn't Haggar, he'd be ripping off Washington's head and swinging it around before gently putting it back and sealing the breaks with his muscles.
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Tenma with Uppercut Punch.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Alan 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Tenma
It looks like Tenma's about to receive the VENGEACE OF HEAVEN for never calling people by their proper names; as Alan ducks low, the Gedo swordsman sees what's coming, it's pretty well telegraphed... But as he moves to dodge back he stumbles, leaving himself wide open to get cracked right in the jaw good and hard, the electrical force behind the punch adding its own as the teenager gets punced RIGHT OFF HIS FEET. He tumbles back, rolling over once, and ends up sitting on the ground, looking wide-eyed and surprised... And then, he starts to laugh.
"Pff... Ha ha ha ha!!" the teenager tosses his head back in mirth, which is probably not the reaction the boxer was looking for. "Guess I... Ha ha... Took you a bit too lightly. All right then," Tenma says, getting to his feet. Is his arrogance diminished, after that powerful blow? Not in the slightest, it seems. "Seriously this time." He swings his chi-charged weapon back, holding it two-handed, and dashes in close to the boxer once more... Swinging the bokken out in a wide arc, aimed right at the sid of Alan's neck, good and hard.
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Tenma's Fierce Strike.
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Alan 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
Alan begins sneering as he feels the nice, solid impact, having apparently hit F, B as he just kinda sails backward a bit after the punch. There's a badass shockwave of electricity when he lands, it's great. "If that's what you want to tell yourself! We all need to rationalize our failures, it'll be OK."
The American boxer doesn't seem to notice the sword coming for his neck until it's almost too late, when in a blur of motion he sways away from it, ducks under, and moves right inside Tenma's range. Electricity surges around his hands as he slams both fists forward. "Easy money! Burst!" Chi blasts out in a sphere, a few small lightning bolts crackling around, the whole thing suddenly expanding and dissipating after roughly half a second.
COMBATSYS: Tenma interrupts Thunderhead from Alan with Initial Breaker.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
With Alan ducking and weaving, that chi-emanating bokken hits nothing at all, sweeping through the empty air; this should probably dismay Tenma more than it does. Now he knows two things about the boxer, aside from the loudmouthed arrogance which they share: He hits hard, and he's not /too/ slow. But the sword loses momentum with surprising speed, and the teenager twists as Alan comes in at him, pulling his bokken all the way back, levelled horizontally, point first at the boxer, and when the electricity strikes, so does the sword.
Tenma thrusts his weapon forward at Alan, a fast, vicious stab that goes /through/ the sphere of crackling lightning, past the extended fists and to the boxer's torso, creating enough knockback to drive the two of them apart and spare the Gedo boy the worst of that electrical attack. "Man... What was that you were saying? I was too busy payin' attention t' how wide open you were," he says, as though the attack were nothing at all!
Slow? Alan's a lightweight, unlike practically every single other boxer on what the kids call 'the circuit.' It is, however, painfully obvious that Alan's training didn't exactly prepare him for fighting people with big honkin' swords, and he assumed that after dodging the sword the other guy'd be left swinging for like fifteen more minutes. But he was WRONG, so Tenma's able to whip back around and stab right through the Thunderhead. The bokken, not having much of a blade, doesn't actually cut through Alan but the impact along with that burning chi mist is plenty to hurl him back, a hand on his chest.
"Heh... sassy." Alan R.B. stands back up, electricity crackling into his right hand, forming a small ball as he strides forward. "Let's just see if you can deal with this!" He lifts his hand, and starts pulling it down. "Str-"
Suddenly, Alan cuts off, blurring forward as the chi flows back into his hand to snap a series of quick blows at Tenma's face. FEINT'D?!
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Tenma with Light Punch.
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Alan 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Tenma
...Apparently no, Tenma can't deal with that. Truth be told, he doesn't even try to avoid the series of quick blows, or anything; he stands his ground against the attack he /thought/ was coming, which throws his plans off entirely when Alan instead punches him in the face a few times... Which is a bit distressing. Staggering back, bruised and a little bloody - though he hardly seems like he'd care much about the latter, does he? - the dark-haired fighter nevertheless smirks again. "Not bad, I guess," he allows, but since this is a time for hits to the face, his arm blurs forward as he attempts to smack the boxer right in the mouth with the tip of his bloody sword. "OPEN WIDE!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Alan with Weapon Jab.
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Alan 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
Ka-JAW. And sliding up to ka-MOUTH. Almost as legendary as Alan's SNF gongballs, now Alan has swordmouth. For a super-slick blonde boxer, Alan sure does end up in a variety of HUMILIATING SITUATIONS. He growls and /punches/ the sword out of his mouth, spitting the blood out to the side and, /point blank/, pulling his hand back. "That was nasty, kid! Your blood tastes like a goddamn dog!" A ball of chi forms between Alan's thumb and middle finger, and he swings his arm down and snaps his fingers. "Strike!" A yellow lightning bolt leaps from his hand to Tenma's chest, hopefully since he's RIGHT THERE, but that's not enough for him. His hand instantly jumps back up, fingers snapping again. "Twice!" Another lightning bolt sizzles across like two inches.
COMBATSYS: Tenma slows Lightning Strikes Twice from Alan with Dharmapala.
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Alan 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
Man, he wasn't supposed to /eat/ it. That's gross! Freak! Tenma has a bewildered expression on his face as he ends up not getting quite the result he was hoping for, and is already pulling his weapon free when Alan goes and punches it, like some kind of barbarian or Marisol or something. Anyway, he's already trying to leap back from the boxer when he starts doing some other lightning stuff, but he doubts he can avoid the attack; instead, he sweeps his bokken through the air, seemingly uselessly, a crescent of roiling crimson blood erupting in the wake of the slice, devouring the first bolt... And most of the second, but some of the lightning still gets through, shocking the teenager a little. "Gnh..." Yeah... This could be going a bit better.
The boxer's hit his stride, and he keeps going right on in after seeing his bolts punch through Tenma's attempt to slow it down. "What's the matter, ran out of witty comments? I can make one for you. 'Hey, you shouldn't eat swords! My girlfriend might be impressed by how much more of a man you are than me and leave me!'" Cruelly, he follows up with a pair of crackling fists to the ribs, keeping as close as he can to limit Tenma's ability to move that sword around.
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Hook Punch from Alan with Head Breaker.
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Alan 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Tenma
Close is... Perhaps a problem for Tenma at this point, as the boxer gets all up in his face; it does limit his ability to use his sword, that's true, which is probably why he doesn't even try to, instead reaching for Alan's shirt, shoulder, hair, anything he can get a handle on with every intention of unleashing some PAIN, but it seems he's the one who gets pained instead, as those crackling punches prevent him from doing whatever it was he was going to do, staggering the boy. "Huh?" he wonders thereafter, acting as if he hadn't even heard Alan's taunts! "Oh, sorry man, your punches feel so nice, I guess I was nappin' a bit. Guess that's pretty rude of me, though."
Alan snorts, disengaging after the punch and jumping back to the other side of Jefferson's head. For some reason the two seem content to stay on the skull of the founding father known for his jungle fever. COINCIDENCE?!
Alan drops his stance briefly to straighten out his sleeves with one snap of his arms and re-align his totally awesome mostly-transparent shades, and then pulls back up tighter than ever. "Then I guess I better give you a few seconds to wake up." He sneers, and electricity just starts to roar up around him, crackling under his clothes and causing them to snap even in even more wind than there already is.
COMBATSYS: Alan gathers his will.
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Alan 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Tenma
Well really, between a boxer and a... Whatever the hell Tenma is, they don't seem to have much acrobatic intent between the two of them, do they? As the sneering boxer holds back to crackle with electricity, the Gedo gang member stands casually, resting one hand at his side while his chi-emanating bokken is rested against his shoulder, though he actually seems somewhat curious at what Alan is doing; he can /feel/ the buildup of chi, and that's probably not a good thing. But he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get over there and put a stop to it.
COMBATSYS: Tenma gains composure.
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Alan 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
Not pressing in on Alan was probably a terrible idea. Alan's sneer becomes a shark's grin as he gets ample time to pull in chi, and he crouches and just /leaps/ forward at Tenma, hurtling through the air at a ridiculous speed. A red haze floats from him, and a huge amount of chi starts building up in his hands as he turns parallel to the ground and starts to spin. His angle suddenly changes to home right in on Tenma.
His hands, joined in an axehandle, lash out in time for one complete crackling circle before he's practically on top of Tenma, bringing both fists down /hard./ A massive wave of electric chi and a roar of thunder accompanies the swing, brightening the area like it was high noon and blasting dust away. It's probably miraculous that a wedge isn't carved out of Jefferson's head, hit or miss. Even over the thunder, Alan can be heard clearly:
"MJOLNIR!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma Toughs Out Alan's Mjolnir!
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Alan 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Tenma
Or perhaps Tenma has some brilliant strategy up his sleeve to deal with whatever Alan might bring to bear next! It's difficult to say just what's going on behind the Gedo gang member's eyes right now as he watches the boxer's sneer widen like that, and then when Alan leaps forward, charging at him and spinning and crackling with electricty and it's, well... A saner person would probably like, move. Or try to block it, or something. Tenma just smirks, and stands there.
And hodamn does it hurt.
But his resistance to the stike, axehandle and mighty blast of lightning as well, is a little... Off. Something's just /not right/ about it. Tenma is blasted back by the sheer kinetic force of it, and his clothes sizzle faintly from the lightning, but he's still up, and he's raising his bokken over his head, point down. "That was /pathetic/," he says, before driving his weapon /into the very head of Thomas Jefferson/, because he has no respect for other people's cultural property... And for a moment nothing happens.
But cracks appear around the spot where the wooden blade has penetrated stone, spiderwebbing out before widening, and from those cracks emit gouts of blood and chi mingled together, each one distinct but moving towards Alan with terrible purpose in individual lines, serpentine forms made of Tenma's own life's blood. "JUST DIE ALREADY, TRASH!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Alan with Hell of Blood.
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Alan 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
The Mjolnir also blasts Alan up and back, the American making a tight spin in the air to land ramrod-straight, hands in pockets, the remainder of the charged chi blasting upward in a spray of lightning bolts that seek to rejoin the clouds. For a period, Alan has no chi crackling from his body, and unused to the lack of the constant current, his body just isn't going to move at those inhuman speeds to which he has become accustomed. So, while the smoke is clearing, Alan takes out another cigarette and a lighter, flicking it open and setting flame to tobacco. Puff.
This, of course, all ends up giving Tenma ample time to bust out some craziness of his own. Alan's eyebrows dip below his shades in... offense? Apparently the douchebag has at least some national pride! He tries to suddenly dash to the side as he normally does, but his legs don't move like they should, and he moves like some normal guy who knows how to throw a punch - which is not enough at this level. Electricity just barely begins to crackle around his body again as the blood-chi nonsense reaches him, but by then it's too late. Alan gets nailed, stumbling away into another line, this one knocking him down. His clothes are pretty much ruined now by all that blood, something which flickers over his mind as he pushes to his feet. "You got any idea how much this all costs, kid?" By then, the chi crackling around him is back, and Alan starts quick-stepping forward.
"Beating you down might - might - make it back up!" Hands crackling, Alan snaps them both out when he nears Tenma, releasing a short-range burst of chi, but mostly producing a hell of a lot of noise and concussive force. "Thunderclap!"
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Tenma with Thunderclap.
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Alan 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
Unfortunately for Tenma, though he sees Alan coming from a mile away, he's overcommited to his attack, what with the jamming his sword into the ground, and having to concentrate on it, and all that. So it takes him a few moments to yank his bokken free, and by the time he has? The boxer is pretty much /right there/. Though he tries to get away, the Gedo gang member doesn't make it, and instead he gets hit with that concussive force, which knocks him back... But he's still got his chi-charged weapon in hand, which means...
...He's at least going to take a last shot at taking Alan out too. Getting to his feet with what is probably the last of his strength, Tenma charges forward at Alan, twisting around to thrust his heel out in a straight-legged kick at the boxer's gut before, if all goes as planned, continuing to twist and swing his bokken down in a vicious diagonal slash. It's probably a desperate gambit, but...
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Alan with Deep Strike.
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Alan 1/----===/=======|
As Tenma comes flying at Alan R.B., who's recovered from the Thunderclap pretty easily, he tries to dodge back just as the kick comes. Unfortunately, he misjudges how far back he's gotta go, and the kick lifts him off the ground. Time seems to stop as Tenma follows it the hell up with a Haohmaru Fierce Punch, the force being sufficient to slice a neat line open in his vest, shirt, and skinmeats. Alan R.B. flies further back, coming to rest between Jefferson and Washington.
In the boxer's near-unconciousness delerium, George Washington looks over at him, and proclaims, "Sup, nigs. Yo, you got any of that Glow on you? I could use a new fix, feel like a straight gangsta again." Alan shakes his head, and falls into the warm embrace of knocked-da-fuggout.
COMBATSYS: Alan takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Alan can no longer fight.
And as for Tenma? He's flat on his face at the point where he knocked Alan back from, the bokken clattering from his hand and the aura around it vanishing, along with the stripe of blood he painted on it before. Unfortunately, his unconsciousness isn't nearly as surreal as Alan's, but it has a lot less founding fathers and a lot more half-naked Brazilian chicks and obnoxious half-Irish girls.
Of course, when he finds out later he could only fight the boxer to a draw, Tenma's gonna be /pissed/. He was robbed!
Log created on 00:16:10 06/07/2007 by Tenma, and last modified on 21:52:23 06/07/2007.