Description: In the American Midwest, three fighters are pitted against one another not in an arena, but in Terry Bogard's home. Er, on a train. Does Terry engage in some spring cleaning, or is it Terry who is cleaned?! And watch as Krizalid does all the work! Really!! (Winners: Krizalid and Marisol)
The American Midwest. ..is not all that impressive.
Standing inside a boxcar at the front of the locomotive, Marisol O'Connell stands with her arms folded, gray eyes peering outside. The landscape - a sweeping scene of wheat fields of gold, as far as the eye can see - interests her...very little. There's only one thing on the girl's mind, and that's this particularly 'odd' fight she's been put into.
What kind of name is 'Krizalid' anyway?
With a sigh the girl drops her arms to her sides, resting them akimbo on her hips. Yawning, Marisol turns her head, her smoky gaze casting a glance toward a few crates cluttering the back end of the large boxcar, marked with 'CAUTION' and 'FRAGILE' and all sorts of lovely, all-caps red warning labels.
This ought to be interesting, at least.
"I guess it could be worse," she tells herself, flexing her long, calloused fingers idly. "I could be in a goat pen again." This is actually a step up, of sorts. The only downside?
She's fighting the world-famous hobo Terry Bogard...with a guy named 'Krizalid.'
Chugga chugga chugga chugga choo-choo!
"Choo-choo!" Laughter thereafter.
Far from a runaway train, give that time; for now, there is simply an interesting stage developed for those who enjoy the story of the underdog. The poor against the rich, the wealthy; the better. And for reasons unknown, there's been an impromptu substitution for the person who was supposed to partner the half-Spaniard.
A man named Krizalid.
It was he who echoed the sound of the train, and he who laughed much akin to a certain Ralph Wiggum. Unlike the rest of his organization, he does not fight in the jungles of Thailand; he's instead just entering the box car then, swooping in from outside -- somehow -- with his coat momentarily wide to show off the suit he wears beneath. And following him comes a celebrity; Scarlett Johansson!
She lands nimbly enough after the Irishman, and is quick to latch onto his arm. He pets her wrist, and seems entirely more interested in this apparent celebrity than, well... the girl over there talking about goats. "We should visit a goat farm once we're done, providing you last that long," he says to the clone, his accent lilting his voice nicely. The beauty agrees most vapidly.
Patting her arm again, Krizalid turns his attention to the contents of the box car finally. "How very... squalid."
The hobo in question understands; it's not the preferred setting for everyone. Personally, Terry Bogard finds it rather relaxing. It's a nice way to watch the country pass by without feeling like it's being rushed. Coincidentally, it's in that very same boxcar that he happens to be reclining. There's a makeshift hammock strung up in one corner in which the blonde reclines, up until the point that the others start to arrive. The brim of his cap lifts up for a moment, then a smile tugs up the corners of his lips before he rolls out of it, landing right on his feet in the process. A look is given to Marisol, then Krizalid. "There's nothing wrong with the choice of settings. Maybe the two of you are just a little too used to spending all your money on being comfortable." Once again, Terry just grins as he settles into a leg stretch, starting with the left, then the right. "But hey, it's not my job to lecture you two on how you live."
He stretches his arms out over his head, then yawns briefly before he brushes a bit of dirt off one shoulder. Then, he looks back to one of the few cameramen that have been provided to the train to document the fight. One nods, then the frst cameraman signals to the others, who power up their video equipment. The bright red 'recording' lights all flicker on the cameras, and they signal back to Terry that they're ready. "Cameras are on!"
In turn, Terry turns back to face Marisol and Krizalid before settling into a comfortable crouching stance, and his hands come up over his chest in a rough mimicry of a boxer's position. The left hand stays still while he beckons the both of you on with the right. "Hey! C'mon, c'mon!"
COMBATSYS: Terry has started a fight here.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Terry takes no action.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|
Okay, so it's easily established that this Krizalid fellow is weird.
Eyeing the dark-skinned Irishman and his arm accessory with an eye of scrutiny, the redhead just scoffs lightly to herself, gray eyes snapping shut. Annoyed? A little, perhaps. Does he really need to bring someone famous along for a ride through the American Midwest? And why is she interested in him, anyway? He's kind of weird looking...
But no matter. Looking to Bogard himself as he speaks up, the half-Spaniard girl frowns in response before she softly "harrumphs" and tosses her head to one side. "Indeed, it's not! Besides, how is this comfortable, anyway? It stinks, it's noisy and windy as hell." Fortunately, she was wise enough to pull her hair up into a ponytail. But rather than bitch further, the girl just folds her arms and waits for the signal.
Then it comes.
Quickly her arms drop, rising up into a boxer's stance. Grinning broadly, the girl seems delighted. "Finally! I was getting bored just standing around doing nothing!" And, with that, she suddenly charges forward, swinging a fist toward Bogard's maw!
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marisol
Wait, Krizalid is the weird one?
Marisol's the one with the tan and red hair. That's just not right. Then again, Krizalid himself sports a tan with white hair; perhaps they're related? The Irishman listens though, as the would-be lecture commences from the man in the hammock. A glance is given towards him, before he once more turns his attention to the clone. But the way they're talking, and the way Terry is gesturing, must mean that the fight is nigh.
With a little pat on the butt for good luck, he sends his celebrity beau off. She leaps back out of the train for parts unknown. It's best not to question the physics. The other two in the fight assume the stance of boxers, and already, beneath his coat, his suit gleams as it tabulates data on both of them. Interesting...
Opting to leave the coat on for the moment, he simply lets the two do the talking. From between those macabre markings upon his face, the Irishman's odd brown eyes watch as Marisol starts the charge, declaring an end to her boredom with a fist.
In a flash, the Operative is beside her -- and mirroring her pose precisely! His opposite fist thunders for Bogard's maw as well, a team-like strike if ever there was one. Unlike Marisol though, his expression remains curiously blank, the man otherwise silent.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry endures Krizalid's Quick Punch!
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Terry 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
Given the other two, it's almost odd that the red-and-white clad blonde would be considered the most normal of the three. But, his choice of surroundings pushes him sharply in the other direction. It's a boxcar full of different flavors of crazy.
"I'll do my best to make sure it's an entertaining fight, then!" He grins at Marisol just a moment before the two of them come towards him. His legs tense for a moment as he watches the incoming strikes, and as Marisol's fist comes for his face, he decides to commit himself fully to one side, throwing his body towards Krizalid. That fist slams solid into the side of his face, but his hand shoots right up from there, making an attempt to snap his fingers around Krizalid's wrist. Should he manage a grip on the Irishman, he'll then wheel around in a quick 180-degree pivot before leaning forward. He'll brace his feet before yanking on the clasped wrist, bringing Kriz over his shoulder and slamming him right into the boxcar floor.
Swinging a fist, it accomplishes little, save for whistling through empty air. Blinking, the girl swiftly corrects herself, planting her white sneaker down firmly before sharply pivoting - just in time to see Terry practically throw himself into Krizalid's attack. It draws her lips into a tiny grin, dark eyes alight before she hoods them. This could be interesting, indeed.
So as he makes his move at the odd, dark-skinned Irishman, Marisol bides her time, waiting for the perfect moment to come in at Terry before dipping low. Only when she's close will she suddenly tense her legs and swing a fist, attempting to sock poor Bogard harshly on the underneath of his jaw!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Terry's Buster Throw.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
There's a certain joy to be had in punching another man, particularly one so smug, right in the face. Or the side of the face, as the case proves to be this time. Krizalid's features light up, a smile growing on those deranged lips -- right up until the point where that hand clamps down on his wrist.
Then, the smile grows further, a full array of perfect teeth shown off just over that raised collar as he goes for a merry ride over Terry's shoulder.
"Wheeeeee-oof!" Landing with a heavy thud on the box car floor, it proves the perfect moment for Marisol to come in and make her strike. For his part though, the Irishman opts to stay low -- and does the sane thing.
He lifts his heel and then brings it down with a crush, aiming to stomp on Terry's foot. Marisol's partner may well be lacking in marbles.
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Marisol's Uppercut Punch.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt Light Kick from Krizalid with Rising Tackle.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
Vega heads to the Pacific Ocean.
... is.. is he enjoying the fact that he's getting thrown? Well, at least he knows he's not the only person that's going to be having fun with the fight. Once he releases the Irishman, he looks back to Marisol again, just in time for another uppercut to come swinging for his face. "Whoa!" He dips backwards at the last moment, watching as her fist comes dangerously close to clipping him in the face. Knowing that Krizalid is behind him, he uses that backwards momentum to drop backwards into a somersault. Unfortunately, though, he was unaware that the very same person was preparing to stomp on him, and he gets nothing but a foot in the face for his efforts. He loses the momentum for the somersault, and he just rolls off to one side, putting a little room between himself and his two opponents while he regains his balance.
Well, as crazy as Krizalid may seem, he seems to be far more effective than she is! Again, her punch whistles through the air, causing her to sport an expression of mild annoyance. No matter; reassuring herself she's no slouch, the redhead just narrows her eyes and collects her thoughts briefly - particularly by observing Krizalid as Terry attempts to interrupt his kick to the foot. Unconventional, but...it works.
Tilting her head, the girl seems at a loss for the moment. So far, she's accomplished nothing. So, what should she do? Charging up behind Bogard, the girl calls out with, "Hey! Terry!!" But whether or not he turns to look at her, Marisol swings a fist, a hook aimed right for the side of his head!
Successful in his ploy against the blonde Bogard, Krizalid is swift to return to his feet. An equally deranged smirk takes his features though; really, does that guy think he's so much better than him? The Irishman should not be taken so lightly...
His annoyance grows as he watches Marisol go into the fray again, still attempting with all of her juvenile might to plant a fist into the head of Terry. He can tell what a fruitless pursuit that is. If anything spectacular is to come of this, if there is to be the proper stomping of a hobo... then clearly he's going to have to do it himself.
Spreading his arms wide, he bursts into flames. In a flash, his coat dissolves into ashes that whisk about. There's a heavy feel of chi in the air, as he closes what little distance there is between he and the combatants in quick strides, boots thumping down swiftly against the box car's floor. Silently, he wills Terry to dodge the fist of Marisol one more time -- so that he may be in prime position for the blistering uppercut that Krizalid unleashes!
The Irishman takes to the air, leading with his right fist in a series of three uppercuts aimed for Terry, to juggle the hobo up towards the ceiling of the box car -- if not through it! With each slice of his arm through the air, chi lashes out, waves of it seeking to slice into the hobo's rags!
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Marisol's Hook Punch.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Terry with Rising Darkmoon.
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Terry 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Marisol
Twelve enters the Appalachian mountains.
Cross enters the Appalachian mountains.
Hearing his name called out, the first instinct of Terry's is to duck. Without even looking towards Marisol, he just drops his head down underneath the hook. He can hear the fist pass right over his head, and he lets out a brief sigh of relief... right before he feels the sudden increase of chi flooding the moving boxcar. He turns to face Krizalid just in time to catch the incoming uppercut straight in the face. He suffers the full series of punches, then slams hard into the ceiling of the train car before dropping back down again. Amazingly enough, he hops right back to his feet a moment later, with splinters dropping down off his shoulders and chest. "Hmph." He looks one way, then the other, taking a moment to size up both of them before he suddenly spins in Krizalid's direction. His left foot comes up in mid-spin, aiming to drive the uplifted foot hard into the side of the Irishman's head.
Aislinn enters the Appalachian mountains.
"Damn it!"
Cursing loudly as Terry just outright ducks her hook punch, the redhead scowls, looking none too pleased at this point. Likely irritable and annoyed, she just hops back, giving herself some distance back and away from the famous fighter. For the interim, it seems likely that her opponent Krizalid is doing more than his fair share of work for this SNF, and this doesn't bode too well on the girl. So what's the best plan of action?
Thrusting her fists to her side, the ground beneath the redhead erupts in yellow chi flames, that long red ponytail whipping about as she just concentrates on pooling that chi energy of hers. She'll get a punch in yet! She just needs some time.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gathers her will.
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Terry 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Terry's Medium Kick.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
After delivering that series of vicious chi-laced strikes into Terry's body, the Irishman lands simply enough back onto the floor of the moving box car. He pivots neatly, watching as the opponent lands, those macabre markings twitching with his brow as the blonde simply gets back up. Yes, very tough, very rugged, this Wolf. He bides his times, fingers stretching within those clawed gloves; he knows the assault will come, how can it not?
And just as expected, it comes for him. Again, that deranged smile seems to take Krizalid's features as the uplifted foot screams for the side of his head. And again, he fails to move, welcoming the blow that would topple any lesser man.
Instead he lets his upper body go with the motion, the force rolling through his skull and sending his torso lurching to one side. Even as he does so, he snaps back at Terry, a mule kick lashing in an attempt to drive his own boot square into the blonde's midsection. Should he catch the American, he can expect another trip into the air, this time while caught on that boot itself, lifted high as the Irishman does impossible things with his body. But what comes up is always fated to come down, and the landing will be a harsh slam into the car's floor.
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Krizalid's Lethal Impact.
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Terry 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
With Marisol keeping herself busy off to one side, Terry is able to focus on Krizalid this time. Without having to mind the combination of strikes coming at him, it's easy for the blonde to bring his arms up in front of his general gut-meats. The incoming bootstrike slams hard against his forearms as they cross over his body, sending him skidding back a few feet in the process. He manages to squirm away from the lifting boot thanks to the distance, and for a moment, the elder Bogard brother is able to just catch his breath. And he'll need that bit of momentary focus for what's coming next.
He leaps right into the air, flipping over Krizalid's head to get himself in between the Irishman and the girl boxer. And once his feet hit the wood floor, he brings his right hand straight up, angling his body to bring that gloved hand high. "Powahhhh..." And just as quickly as it lifted, Terry Bogard slams his fist to the boxcar floor, and nearly the entire boxcar suddenly explodes in violent golden chi. The cameramen themselves just barely escape, pressed back against either of the far walls while the American's energy assaults both Marisol and Krizalid with the sudden fierce explosion.
"GEYYYSAH!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Marisol with Power Geyser.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|=======\=======\1 Marisol
Oh shit.
You see, that's what was going through Marisol's mind when she saw Terry Bogard leap up and land between the two fighters. It earns him a harsh frown, the girl's expression particularly irritable as he lifts his hand up high. A second later. ..the chi erupts every which way, blasting the girl back - harshly. So harsh, in fact, she goes blasting through the back end of the boxcar and, fortunately, through the connecting car, landing on the ground with a harsh skid.
For a moment, Marisol seems in a daze, gray eyes staring up at the ceiling of the boxcar. She wonders just what the hell freight hit her, and why it was yellow. But it's easily dismissed, the girl's head shaking fiercely before she rolls up onto her feet. Mumbling curses to herself, she dusts her garments off before she attempts to crawl back through the boxcars, to come from whence she came, those gray eyes steeled and focused entirely on Terry. What a punk!
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|=======\=======\1 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Krizalid reflects Power Geyser from Terry with Typhon's Rage - Reflect.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|=======\=======\1 Marisol
The boot fails to lift Terry. Krizalid spends a moment standing there, boot against blocked forearms, trying in vain to lift the elder Bogard high. Lift... lift... nothing. Even after Terry scoots away by leaping over his head, he still tries. Lift... lift... air. Drat.
Lowering his leg, the Irishman pivots neatly on a heel to lay his eyes on nothing, as the opponent leapt over his head. Whirling about, he's just in time for the sudden show of would-be pyrotechnics that Terry has in store for both the half-Spaniard and himself. "Oh, well isn't that pretty?" he breaks his silence, watching the explosion of golden chi slam outwards in an explosion.
Gloved fingers lift. "Typhoon Strike!" he roars, with an extra 'o' for effort, as he lashes out with his own chi. Practically transparent and more like the wind itself, he throws hands and feet forward in a series of strikes, hurling his own chi at the explosion that seeks to rip him out of his boots and send him flying into the side of the box car. The Wolf may be epic, but the Irishman is a diamond in the rough; he overpowers the strike, and sends the mixed chi back at Terry, sickles of chi-laced wind seeking to rip his bindle or other hobo-related paraphernalia apart!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Terry with Reflected Power Geyser.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|=======\=======\1 Marisol
Even as Marisol goes flying away, Krizalid manages to hold his attention by simply redirecting the energy right back at him. He cocks an eyebrow up just a moment before it slams into his chest and sends him staggering back a step. He blinks, then, looking down at where it hit him. ".. huh." He just shrugs his shoulders, then slides back a step from Krizalid. "Alright.. let's try something different, then." As Terry starts to take a deep breath, his hands and feet both start to glow a brilliant yellow before his entire body flares with that same bright energy. He glows for a few moments, then it abruptly fades. Terry then exhales that deep breath before settling back into the same semi-crouching stance that he had assumed before.
COMBATSYS: Terry focuses on his next action.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
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|=======\=======\1 Marisol
Between Bogard and this weird Krizalid fellow, Marisol is feeling a wee bit outclassed. Nonetheless, she convinces herself she can do at least SOMETHING to help the duo push for a win. Using the moment of downtime, which is clearly lengthened by Terry as he takes a moment to ignite his hands and feet with energy, she considers her next course of action. Tilting her head a bit, she purses her lips.
Then she grins broadly. Time to get a little bit serious! (She hopes.)
Rushing forward, she lashes out for Terry with a series of three hooks and, should they connect, seals the deal with a harsh uppercut. Crouching briefly, she leaps up and back, executing a kick in the process to launch him up and, upon landing, will follow his ascent with chi-laced uppercut!
Something different? "That seems like a good idea..." the Irishman agrees, as his suit informs him of the information it has gathered so far. It even offers him snippets of things he didn't see, too busy was he in punching Terry to notice the happenings of one Marisol O'Connell.
Spreading his arms, the suit gleams for a moment as it passes further information on. "Ah, like so..." he murmurs to himself, as he slams one foot down, muscles bulging as he exerts his will. The air about him snaps into a miniature tornado, wind whirling about him visibly even as his partner goes in for her strike. Krizalid has no ponytail to knock about in the sudden swell of chi that suffuses his body, but his hair waves nevertheless.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid gathers his will.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Marisol's Cloud Nine.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Much to the eventual chagrin of Marisol, getting serious is something that Terry Bogard is well trained in. When she comes charging in, and Krizalid is staying away, he focuses on the charge of the boxer. He bobs and weaves around each of the three hook punches, finally stepping back and away after the third. He puts some distance between himself and his two opponents, then just takes a second deep breath. Just like before, the ponytailed blonde suddenly flares with that same golden energy, bright enough to illuminate the boxcar and provide light to the cameramen on the other side. It flickers out after a few moments, then Terry lifts one hand up, beckoning the both of you towards him once more. "C'mon! Get serious!"
COMBATSYS: Terry gathers his will.
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Terry 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
She missed. Again.
Stepping away after the three misses with her hook, the girl hoods her eyes, the look on her face one of muted rage. Of course she's upset - who, in her place, wouldn't be? After all, it would seem this weird Irishman is doing ALL the work, making her look utterly incompetent. And she's not going to enjoy any of that.
Rolling her neck on her shoulders, the girl loosens herself up a bit, hands curling into tight fists out in front of her. Then she's off - pushing off her back foot, Marisol closes in an attempt to sock Terry across the face in a swift punch meant to briefly stun, at best. Maybe it will buy Krizalid some time?
As the swirl of chi dies down, Krizalid watches impassively as Terry simply weaves around Marisol's strikes. The youth has potential, his suit informs him; but he can tell that her temper is rising with each missed strike. And particularly as the Wolf beckons them both on again, and Marisol is so eager to dive back into the fray.
"Kids these days," he says with that Irish lilt, a slight shake of his head given as he once more clenches gloved fists. Buy him some time? He doesn't need it, nor does he want it; his calves tense and he presses off the floor, dashing forward to make good on the half-Spaniard's lead. Again, if Terry dodges, he should be lined up perfectly -- this time though, the Irishman's not pulling his punch, but rather attempting to rattle Bogard's teeth in their sockets!
COMBATSYS: Terry endures Marisol's Light Punch.
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Terry 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Krizalid with Power Dunk.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Krizalid
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|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Unfortunately, Terry just isn't able to take his own advice.
When Marisol comes in with another strike, he turns away from her, taking the punch to the back of the head and using it as momentum to send him hurtling towards Krizalid. He starts to prepare himself, then, ducking one shoulder down and crouching.. only to catch the fist square in the face. It hits him hard enough to bring him right off his feet, and Terry Bogard hits the ground, hard. It's there that he just lays for a moment, holding his now-aching jaw and muttering something underneath his breath.
Her punch lands, but clearly it's not a lucky blow - if anything, Terry uses it as momentum to approach Krizalid. Blinking once, the girl stares for a moment, leaning slightly to one side with a mildly bemused expression. Then THWACK; struck in the face, hard, Terry Bogard's pursuit is cut short. How the HELL is this weirdo so lucky?
Shaking her head, the girl just narrows her eyes and charges forward. Swinging at Bogard again, she punches at him - at, because in the wake of her swing a burst of fiery yellow chi erupts, leaping at Terry and attempting to encase him in a sphere of yellow before it explodes into a flurry of butterfly-shaped motes of light. "HAAAH!"
Mmm, now that's satisfying!
Having knocked the Legendary Wolf flat on his ass, Krizalid waits to see just what it is that his partner is going to do in her attempt to finish this. His suit informs him that the fight should be over soon, and thus...
He takes a back seat, and waits. If Marisol can't seal the deal, he will in a moment. His fingers flex within their gloves, waiting, watching...
COMBATSYS: Krizalid focuses on his next action.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Krizalid
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|===----\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Marisol's Iron Butterfly.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Krizalid
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|===----\-------\0 Marisol
While he's just sitting and trying to recline on the ground, Marisol decides to come over and disturb what could have been a pleasant 'oh god why does my face hurt' nap. When the chi comes leaping at him, he reaches a hand up and swats the yellow sphere away from him, sending a burning tingle up his arm and the butterflies fluttering out the boxcar's door. "Man.." He kip-ups back to his feet again, then takes a moment to brush himself off before looking to the both of them. Krizalid's standing off in the corner in his retarded suit, but Marisol just insisted on coming right back at him.. he reaches a hand over and snatches for the front of her shirt. Should he manage a grip, he's going to heft the girl up before turning towards the hole previously created thanks to the Power Geyser earlier. He'll heft Marisol up, then throw her out of the car and into the other one once again.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Terry with Chain Reaction.
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Terry 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Krizalid
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|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
Regardless of its failure, Marisol takes a few steps back, eyes hooding as she watches the famous Bogard stave off the attack and brush himself off. Even as he speaks the girl just remains silent, observing as the man as he. ..decides to attack her for once. Frowning, she attempts to meet his hands by way of slamming a fist toward his gut, but finds her arms shorter than his own. Thus is the girl snared, then hurled through the hole she previously made.
Man, that's just not cool.
Hitting the ground with another skid, the girl just glares angrily up at the ceiling of the boxcar.
That retarded suit is a thing of beauty! Just look at the way it accentuates the muscles that run his thick arms! Why, Krizalid is a beauty as well! "So much for children being our future," he laments, as Marisol goes flying, before snapping into action himself.
Punching Terry in the face has been the theme of the night, and the Irishman aims for that to be the curtain call as well. "If you're so hungry like the wolf..." he begins, as with muscles bulging he springs forth in a quick leap at the blonde Bogard, twisting in the air to gain a brief bit of momentum. As he descends at Terry, he aims to slug the legend right in the nose.
"Then chew on this!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Terry with Cut Spin.
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Terry 1/-----==/=======|=======\======-\1 Krizalid
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|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
While Marisol is off on her own, he's left to deal with Krizalid once again. He turns to face the battle-suited Irishman, only to see him taking to the air. And he can't help but sigh, just briefly. "God, I'm so sick of that joke." His arms come up, and Krizalid manages to punch right through his defenses. He takes the shot to the face, staggering back a few steps as his head starts to rock backwards. He goes back onto one foot for a moment, very close to toppling backwards before he finally snaps forward again, and his entire body just falls forward. It almost looks like he's about to faceplant, but at the last moment, his right hand comes down to catch himself... no, his hand is balled into a fist. No energetic cry this time, simply a last-ditch effort to try and explode Krizalid right out of the moving boxcar. Right at the clone-lover's feet, Terry Bogard's trademark finisher explodes in a sudden torrent of pure chi, slamming into him before the blonde staggers away once again.
COMBATSYS: Terry can no longer fight.
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|=======\======-\1 Krizalid
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|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Krizalid with Power Geyser.
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Krizalid
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|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
It isn't til after Marisol has climbed halfway through the hole she had previously made that she spies the goings-on. Blinking once, she watches as Krizalid is blasted with that same, awful chi as the both of them had experienced before and, for a fleeting moment, winces in sympathy. "Sucks for you," she calls out, half-smirking before she grunts and reenters the boxcar.
Once inside, the girl takes a moment to bend at the waist and put her hands on her knees. Catching her breath, she looks winded completely. Despite her attempts to aid her teammate, she offered precious little. It haunts her briefly, until she stands upright, lifting her arms overhead and stretches with a loud grunt.
Then she's approaching the weird Irishman with a wolfish grin.
"That was some pretty scarily-efficient fighting there," she states, eyeing him closely before she lets her eyes draw to a close. "Better than me, by far." Lifting a hand, she offers it to the eccentric NESTS officer. "My name is Marisol," she states, gray eyes hooding in mild amusement. "It was fun fightin' with you. I was really impressed."
Pausing, however, she spares a glance over her shoulder toward Terry.
"And how the hell'd you learn to move so damn fast?"
Sure enough, bad jokes and punches to the face are both things that Terry is likely tired of. And while both are enjoyable pastimes for the Irishman, there's just something about being at the epicenter of a blast like the Geyser that makes it remarkably hard to... get away from.
"Oh, fiddlesticks," Krizalid bemoans his fate as the blast goes off right in front of him. Golden chi slams in all directions, whalloping him as only a good whallop of golden chi can -- and the NESTS Agent is blown clear out of his stylish boots and nearly out of the box car itself! He just misses the open door, instead slamming into the wall, thereafter sliding down to simply... rest on his ass for a moment.
Marisol reenters the fray, and the half-Irish girl is given a glance as she presumes to speak to him. Rising back to his feet, he glances at her offered hand... and then takes it in his pointed glove, mindful of the claws. "They... call me Krizalid," he replies cryptically, perhaps a touch bemused by the situation.
Is the fight over? Surely it must be, if she's taken such a jovial turn instead of beating her fists pointlessly against a wall. "How do I move that fast? Oh, you're silly, aren't you, child? There's nothing money can't buy." Advice given, he gives her a nod and moves for the exit to the box car. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a goat farm to look into." That said, he exits by leaping out.
"Wait for me, Kriz~!"
The cry of a clone being left behind, as the celebrity reappears just long enough to run right across the box car -- and leap out the open door of it, after her Irish lover. The train keeps going.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has left the fight here.
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Krizalid
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:15:01 06/17/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 22:30:37 06/18/2007.