Description: *Season Three, Episode Twelve* Next week on "Elle 1/2" The fiery sorceress finishes her spell to save the kingdom from the grips of the invading phantom army, but will she make the right decision on the frog herald Naerose? It's the episode everyone is talking about!
The local climate of Thailand is tropical in nature, green lush and characterized by monsoons. Vast rain storms which would wash the country for months and drown the fields, which worked okay for rice production. This particular patch however, was like a desert. Odd in the middle of what might of been a 'green zone' so to speak base camp for a group of mercenaries so quickly turned absolutely devout of any life, any color, except ashen and a smudge of crimson shimmering like a droplet of blood on a field of emptiness. How did this happen that small group of what was houses, now abandoned, but would of made fine cover, was reduced to rubble? The greenery, trees, crops and wild life which may of lived here gone? Even soldiers did not care to step foot. . It was because of weapons training, or more specifically intense training.
The crimson splotch was the Red Witch, sitting on a cub of concrete and rock which might of been mortar and looked like little more than ruin. Around her in the pitted ground, was various symbols and signs where she had drawn her own addition to the destruction and called down with force, her chi in a rain of falling stars. Her broom on her shoulder like a rifle leaned up as she hunches over a piece of oddly colored class apparently molded from the sand itself where searing energy burned the ground. Others would likely use this area for a shooting range later or what have you and she could hardly take the credit for the devastation herself, but the picturesque place suited her, like a desert in the middle of a otherwise lush, war torn country side.
The glass was still molten, she was attempting to shape it with a pair of red gloves, horribly ruining the tips, into a crude hourglass of opaque burnt glass. She had notified whomever she could find that she had arrived, but was not about to barge in on whatever Elle was doing, she'd wait her turn, that woman was scary.
Scary, thy name is Elle? Perhaps. But in reality, she's very focused and very demanding of those in her employ. It's difficult to keep a tight hold on vastly different people. Through sheer force of will, she tries to hold many diverse personalities in check. People who would otherwise prey on one another as easily as work with them. To some extent, Elle enjoys success where others have failed. All her operatives so far have earned her respect and share professional courtesy.
All but one, that is.
The second she got word of Naerose's activities, Elle sent her a priority message. She needed to see her. Now. Elle has never been one to dally over things, so her request reeks of urgency and is disturbingly nondescriptive. So as Naerose actually arrives more or less on time, she's ushered into the roughly hewn bunker. It's here where Elle dismisses a few Shadaloo commanders in order to turn to look at Naerose
Elle's dressed differently today. Black slacks and jacket, with a dark maroon blouse and black leather gloves, she looks more ready to attend a boardroom meeting than administer a war. In a sense, that's what she was headed to, before getting the word that Naerose was here. She nods at the witch, motioning to a chair and placing a bottle of fresh water in front of her.
"Have a seat."
Hotaru heads to Thailand.
Still rather dusty the witch is. But that to be expected, she was tearing up and down the country side lately, not bothering to wait for much support. . It took to long, she could accomplish more herself she decided, but if the time came to it, well, this was the first time she was ever called since. . . Since before the war had really gotten on it's toes. Her clothes shows the wear and tear, where before her hat was only floppy, it was now a little faded in sections and even with a little rip in one side, her dress was not exactly shabby, but it wasn't clean either, somehow she managed to salvage the look from the usual red almost costume like pristine and color and most of all, style, to a more gothic look. Some quick done sowing jobs giving parts an almost spider web look and torn lace. She's not looking skimpy, per say, though her assets have their place too, more over she looks rugged , but just at the moment.
She sits, adjusts a pair of shades and maintains an ever present smile. To those whom worked with her a lot and perhaps have seen her look this way when she clearly wasn't feeling it, might of come to learn she uses it much like a mask, a perfect poker face, the winning smile. It's there now, but just a little faker than usual, less animated.
She's got little to say, so instead she just says,
"So you called? Reception is really hit or miss in this place."
"I did," Elle says. "I've gotten reports that you've been all over the countryside, and that you've been captured at least once. The details are a little scarce, but I think it's fairly clear what the results have been."
"You've operated on your own, and managed to get taken in by the enemy. You didn't stick with your appointed team leader, and you managed to somehow escape by the skin of your teeth," the mercenary rocker states, her voice dry, flay, and without bearing any hint as to how she feels. The words on face value don't look so good, however.r
"Instead, you went out on your own, and tried to do something I didn't tell you to do." She reaches into her pocket, and tosses out an envelope. The heavy paper packet hits the table, causing the water bottle to wobble a little. "That's $75,000. $25,000 for hazard pay, and $50,000 bonus for bringing in a fighter for Vega's psycho drive."
Although her face doesn't change an iota, she stares at Naerose, seeming to peer through the woman's sunglasses. "You did a good job. I didn't have to ask you for anything, and you turned a potentially bad situation into a good one. That shows initiative and some amount of intelligence, which, to be honest, I didn't think you had. I'd like to offer you full membeship... if you think you can keep this kind of work level up. That means you get full partnership benefits, including a cut of all major contracts. You also get placed on a priority list for jobs."
Now that the obvious was stated (that is about her being called down,) Elle gets down to business. Luckily there was nothing terribly out of the ordinary going on except well, after the scolding she gets .. paid? A lot? She looks a little confused and was just about to point out something, at least she started but then stops, looking well more than a little taken aback. She resumes just sort of sitting there. The little voice in her head, the greeeeedy voice, trying to be careful, for once.
"So.. because you didn't consider me a full partner, that's why you don't contact me on much ?" She scratches under her hat.
"What are the strings?" She should be thorough at least, and for the moment, she doesn't take the moment, but her hands are so fidgety, she so clearly wants it.
"Frankly, up until now you've been fairly close to a liability. I've been hedging my bets on an investment, and it's paid off," is Elle's straight reply. "I take people with no purpose but lots of want, and I give them a purpose so that can get what they're looking for. You've shown me that you can get things done, so you get an offer. That's it. It's easy."
"There are no strings. You do well, you get paid," Elle continues with a small shrug. "I expect you to follow orders, stay on task, and don't let your personal proclivities get in the way of doing your job. I expect you to keep your eyes open for opportunities, and contact me when you see them. It goes without saying that i'm looking for loyalty here, and you've proven to me that you can be, when you want to be."
"Other than that? Nothing. I'm not Geese or Rugal. Work is it's own merit. I don't have a ridiculous need to force you or control your fate. You like money, I have money. You want some of it? You follow orders. That's not a catch. That's a job."
"But, like I said... as harsh as it sounds, I'm very impressed with what you did. Not many could pull off what you did. You took a loss, and made it a win." She tilts her head. "So are you interested, or not?"
The witch considers a moment what seems terribly straight forward then decides that if it is as straight forward as it sounds, okay, if it isn't well. She had a long history of losing and had only managed to win when she recently started to learn how to win when she lost. At least she seemed to look at it that way when the wheels in her head turned and spun and ground to some sort of conclusion.
"Yeah, okay." She says after her thought process comes to a greedy conclusion. It was sad how easily controlled she was with the proper tools, but most people tried to avoid ever giving her money or anything else for that matter, very few ever actually tried to do it. Then again she often sought more after getting any, sort of like feeding a bear.
Something was different about Elle. This was true. Usually when someone gave something to Naerose and Naerose used it, she just went back to get more, but not with Elle ooooo no. Even now as she reaches out to sloooowly take the envelopes, she's not about to ask for more, even though you can see the dollar signs in her eyes over the rims of her round shades.
Elle doesn't exactly lie. She'll hide truths, but she never straight out pushes falsehoods. She has people to do that for her. Lying makes life too complex in an already difficult life. It's her job in the group to lay down the rules and regs. Lying does nothing but confuse people. As it is, Naerose has a tough time not being confused. Elle isn't about to do that with the witch.
"Good," Elle says, her posture relaxing a bit. She didn't expect Naerose to put up much resistance, but the witch had changed a little as of late, so she was well prepared for negotiations if they were to come up. "We'll be having a staff meeting next week. I want you to be there. I've got a few subjects on the table, most of which revolve around some new recruits."
"You're welcome to stay in Thailand, but we've already mostly moved out. This place is pretty much done as far as our involvement is concerned, so if you want to make spare cash picking up stray jobs, I'll leave you to that, but try not to stay too long, or at least check in every so often."
Business done, Elle starts to clean up her work area. "Also, we've never fought one on one. I want to get that done sometime. I want to see what you can do first hand so I can properly assign you to missions you're suited for."
The witch takes this to mean she can get out of the chair. She does, she wasn't too keen on it anyway. So she only too quickly gets out of the chair and gathers her broom. Done with Thailand huh. She sort of figured they weren't gonna go down with this sinking ship when the baddies here eventually lost, but she didn't realize it would be so soon.
"Hey, if we're done here.." She starts to ponder, "Does this mean I can use it as a chance to get some exclusive photos and interviews?"
Her mind rolled the ideas through how she might confuse people with the opportunity, those that thought they had her motives pegged, "I won't miss the meeting, or anything." she adds.
"You can do whatever you want, just don't get yourself killed," Elle says matter of factly. That's how life is with her. She honestly doesn't care what her operatives do, so long as they don't end up dying o leading trouble back home. Naerose is assumed to be intelligent enough to not associate herself with people that would take umbrage to Elle's work and then subsequently lead them back to Elle. That would be a dumb idea.
Elle's anything if not quick to act, and while she thankfully hasn't had to deal with 'traitors' or anything too mutinous yet, there's no doubt in her mind that she'd deal with any such issues with swift finality. One of her outstanding traits is the ability to make decisive judgements in a short period of time
This suited Naerose fine and she gives a nod. Not sure if Elle wants to abuse her outfit further, she waits and decides to follow until someone tells her to bugger off. Then again, she was just given loads of cash which would be excellent for you know, getting some new threads. She loved new threads. Actually she would probably go shopping and believe you me, blow all of this cash in the matter of a day or so. Elle never said Naerose had to be thrifty. Actually most who went onto the account (sworn an oath to a ships pirates code) ended up going back on the account after an expedition due to a hideous inability to make proper use of their loot. Naerose was hardly any different and if she knew history would probably find it interesting.
"So.. you just wanna.. " She looks around, then at Elle, fairly confident anywhere they do this is gonna get trashed.
The trademark guitar is slung over her shoulder, and she nods. "Here's good. Not a lot of collateral damage," she says as she tunes the instrument. Not that she particularly needs to, but she always enjoys the pre-battle ritual. The weapon is then set snug into it's holster. Elle tosses her jacket aside, revealing the long dragon tattoo along her left arm.
The rocker mercenary pulls a gold chain from her neck and wraps it around her tattooed arm tightly. All set for battle, she settles into a loose combat stance. She's never actually done battle with naerose on her own before, and as she recalls, the girl did fairly well against bother her at Tran, so there's a fairly good chance that Elle will have a tough battle on her hands.
COMBATSYS: Elle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose has joined the fight here.
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Elle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
A guitar. Naerose should of expected something like this. So.. Elle was going to just.. No wait, the thing was this was a crucial moment, it could make all the difference, then again... The witch considers her options carefully. How does this rocker like things? She didn't herself know. What she did know is she liked to posture herself for her own good, however she could stay ahead of the game. The witch adjusted her frames, circled a moment then scanned the room. Well they were in a relatively empty room, but there was.. a table.
Naerose knocks the table over and kicks it toward Elle. Not so much distance as a barrier between the pair. She would play this careful if it was the last thing she did.
"Right." The witch murmurs to herself.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Naerose's Random Weapon.
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Elle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Using the surrounding terrain is always a good idea. A good warrior is only disarmed when the room is empty, so she's heard. Elle's not really concerned about that past the table flying towards her. With a powerful booted foot, she kicks out at the table, smashing it before it gets to her. There's some muscle strain involved, but nothing she can't handle. Her heavy boot throws splinters up into the air as Elle strides through the wreckaged.
Elle immediately retaliates, raising her hand up into the air. The limb crackles with electricity, the sparks dancing along the wound chain along her hand before snapping along her fingertips. The blue electrical arcs streak from her fingertips and the burst of power goes straight for Naerose as she attempts to electrocute her newest operative.
Even in a sparring match, Elle doesn't pull a lot of punches. The opponents they face sure as hell won't, and Elle sees no reason to let people beleive that she will, either.
COMBATSYS: Naerose dodges Elle's High Voltage.
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Elle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
This was so far sort of what Naerose wanted, to get around the attack, let the table help as much as it could and maybe get some ground on Elle. She wasn't sure WHAT the blue arcs where, only that she didn't want anything to do with them as she tries to pass and lasso Elle around the neck with a strand that seems almost invisible to the eye.
"I don't use this much," Naerose comments almost to herself as she makes the attempt to strangle Elle, like totally taking a page from the book of hitman or anything else that includes strangling someone. Even this though she's quick not to do for long, who knows what sort of reprisal Elle has, as the witch attempts to make it only a pass before dancing back if she can, as fast as she can, her broom held with one hand horizontally behind her back, easy to sit on quickly.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Naerose's Threads of Fate.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Naerose
The thin whisper of something around her neck causes Elle to take notice, and she manages to heave herself to one side before it can fully tighten about her neck. Still, it manages to surprise the rocker chick in some fashion, and it does some amaount of damage because of it. Again, not enough to write home about.
With the audible crack of something that sounds like thunder, Elle has switched her posture, moving towards a far more offensive style. Swinging about to flank the witch, Elle's heavy footfalls pound the ruined earth under her feet as she swoops in to try and take Naerose by surprise by attacking her blind spot.
Stopping just short of the woman by a meter or so, she swings both her arms forward, and lets fly with a huge sonic burst of what sounds like thunder. The titanic audio attack is geared to cause massive damage, tearing at eardrums and rupturing blood vessels if it hits.
Miu heads to the Pacific Ocean.
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks Elle's Metal Health.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
Well if nothing else Elle was certainly powerful. Naerose couldn't deny that the attack had some degree of unpleasantness associated with it, but she then covers her ears before it gets too bad. That seems to do a lot to make it seemingly feel a lot better. Then she lowers her hands.
"Ahh.. Right." The witch stated and then draws a breath, trying to grab Elle and almost instantly regretting it as she shudders to herself in an unspoken fear. After all, she didn't know if the rocker could be all electrical at will. There was much she didn't know about her opponent.
"Crap, " she murmurs to herself, hoping this doesn't cause a shock.
COMBATSYS: Elle endures Naerose's Quick Throw.
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Elle 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Naerose
She's not precisely caught off guard by the attack. Nevertheless, the recovery time from the single attack is considerable. Although Naerose is capable of warding off it's less than pleasant effects, Elle does see that the other woman didn't appear to like that very much. As she's lifted up and slammed into the ground, Elle uses the momentum to roll with the attack, seeking purchase on the ground for a quick recovery.
Elle is on her feet again in a distressingly short amount of time, and she's already charging for Naerose. When she closes the distance, Elle reaches to grab the other fighter by the shoulder as she shoots by, and throw the witch down onto her face firmly, eyes narrowed in focus.
COMBATSYS: Naerose fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Elle with Wisp.
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Elle 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
Urgh, Naerose should of known better, as she is flung, near effortlessly. She was trying something, that much is clear by the momentary flash of energy that goes off, but it is a harmless pop, whatever it was meant to do. . is lost in the fray of getting thrown like a puppet. She crashes into what remains of the table after the fighting going around it and ends up sort of dazed with little stars dacing around her head.
The rocker chick doesn't waste any time turning around after her initial pass. Elle is immediately airborne, hurling herself through the air with all the grace given to a brick. Booted feet crash behind Naerose as the sturdily built woman sends up a spray of table splinters and dirt.
Pushing her advantage, Elle attempts to lift the woman up from behind with considerable strength and grab her in a full nelson headlock, attempting to squeeze the life out of her teammate, her left arm braced along Naerose's windpipe as she pulls back repeatedly.
Clearly, Elle's 'No Mercy' style of battle is all or nothing, and seems to be working for her.
For now.
Clark heads to the Pacific Ocean.
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks Elle's Quick Throw.
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Elle 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Naerose
This time Naerose decides to roll with the attack and gain her feet again. She might inwardly wonder about that, it seems the attack was.. Well.. Different somehow. She could tell the rocker was doing something. Narrowed eyes behind her shades surrenders the thought and then, oh to hell with it.
"Sagita Minor!"
She flings with a back hand crystallized darts of air at Elle, which might act as a sprinkling of pepper against her skin or impact the wall of the building like bullets, it's hard to tell with normal buildings against the power of fighters, not that Naerose was super tough. Meanwhile she spins away as best she can.
COMBATSYS: Elle endures Naerose's Sagita Minor.
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Elle 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Naerose
Elle doesn't have the speed to avoid the rushing air blades, so she does what she does best, and simply walks right through them, arms raised up to protect her face and chest. The burst against her body with enough force to give her pause, but again, the damage actually done to her is relatively minor. The rocker woman is quite durable when she has to be.
After the attack dies down, Elle charges forward, shoulder lowered so that she can catch the other woman in the solar plexus. It's a less than subtle maneuver to be sure. The woman thunders forward like a freight train, attemping to simply plow the witch into the dirt and continue forward until she's just a greasy smear on the pavement.
COMBATSYS: Naerose dodges Elle's Strong Throw.
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Elle 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Naerose
Well Naerose wants nothing to do with that, but then she doesn't exactly want anything to do with a lot of things that seem designed in nature to hurting her. Instead so she dives to the side and gives a momentairy sigh of relief while leaving something in her wake, something for elle to chew on, something like her broom, swung at about shoulder level with clear intent to impact somewhere about her breast bone. By no means a 'nice' attack.
Meanwhile her offhand reaches into her hat, to pull a starbucks double shot can which she literally tries to guzzle.
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits Elle with Medium Strike.
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Elle 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
Naerose attak smashes clean across Elle's face, the broom crashing against the woman's hard skull. Her head kicks back, and sher's forces to hold out her arms to keep steady. Not precisely a graceful moment, but then Elle's not a graceful person. As the stars in her eyes clear up, Elle immediately starts looking for Naerose's current location, and finds her attempting to drink coffee in the middle of a fight.
She's either cocky, crazy, or both. Elle reaches behind her and pulls her guitar down. The armored plated instrument catches the sun's gleam as she doubles up her grip on the thing. As she jukes forward, she swings, attempting to land the heavy weapon in Naerose's face. Two can play at the weapon game, and she'd place bets on her guitar against a broomstick anyday.
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks Elle's Medium Strike.
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Elle 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
Naerose would of opted for option C, she drinks the coffee in the fight because it gives her energy to continue to fight. But she's not going to go and tell Elle that, no point right? She's just got to push on, forge ahead. After all, some of her attacks take a bit out of a girl. And speaking of attacks, getting them to land wasn't exactly the problem as getting them to dent. Elle was a wall of force. The witch had to consider a moment, how to break through that wall. She seriously wasn't used to someone taking abuse like this.
A hand reaches for Elle and she tries to just twist her down in a little quick throw movement, aparrently supposed to be difficult to guard against.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Naerose's Broken Mirrors.
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Elle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
As the hand falls on Elle's arm, Elle violently turns her limb aside, breaking free of the grasp. As her hand wrenches free, she jumps back in yet another burst of explosive sonic power which seems to toughen up her defensive abilities. The woman hunkers down to take even more damage, and she again falls into more of a grappler's stance. Slowly, she circles around the witch, looking for a defensive opening to exploit.
Eyes dart across the area, looking for purchase before she makes a wide arc, running towards Naerose's left side. Heavy boots kick up dirt and debris as she suddenly pushes her weight laterally, shifting to the Witch's right as she suddenly shifts her approach vector. Powerful hands shoot forward to snatch the woman by the arm and send her crashing face first to the ground with a singly strong-arm throw.
COMBATSYS: Naerose dodges Elle's Quick Throw.
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Elle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
And the witch continues to want nothing to do with that. It seems as she drifts just out of reach of the grab and jumps on her broom, for a moment it just hovers there before she shoots off at Elle, her hat flopping in the wind, only this is a very small room, little room to dodge and get around. She's literally going to just simply try to grab the rocker and drag her around the room before dismounting from her broom onto Elle. Usually there was height involved, but this was playing her hand, she didn't have a lot of options with this, it was do or die time. Well sort of. That was more dramatic than the witch may of been actually feeling.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Naerose's Maha.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Naerose's constant chipping at Elle's defenses is starting to take it's toll. As the impact crashes against Elle's body, the woman is winded, crashing to the ground despite her assumed defensive posture. Rolling upfrom her fet, her reaction times are just getting a little less quick. Neverthless, Elle's not down and out yet.
With a burst of lightning, her body immediately seems slightly more alive, the current forcing her to her feet and pushing her to drive closer to Naerose, her feet smashing along the ground. Again, the rocker chick slams to a halt in front of Naerose just a few feet away.
This time, she lets out a sharp, peircing burst of sound, the keening wail almost impossible to avoid, and best to simply endure or shut the hideous sound rather than try to escape it.
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks Elle's Metal Health.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
Would that Naerose could comment, she might state that Elle was also starting to take a tole on her, but what would be the point of saying anything like that? It was really a dragging and dragging little bout they were having wasn't it. And still the pair are forced to forge ahead.
The witch covers her ears again, having remembered that one from last time and decides to start keeping some of her energy while wheeling back to unleash a full on hockey slashing swing at Elle. If light hits don't succeed.. try.. hard hits?
COMBATSYS: Elle dodges Naerose's Fierce Strike.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
Even Elle is capable of avoiding attacks that are simply too slow. Rather than stand in front of a hocket high-stick of pain, Elle jumps backward, her feet crashing back down to the floor with a slam. As she skids backward from the force of the jump, her legs are already churning against the pavement beneath her feet. The woman lurches forward again, heedless of the damage being heaped on her body through repeated blows.
As she closes in, she tries for another move-by throw, her hands grasping at the witch's shoulders to heave her against the floor yet again as she twists her body to make sure that swhen she stops moving, she's facing her opponent.
COMBATSYS: Naerose dodges Elle's Medium Strike.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
Well okay, so they could both prove an adeptude at dodging blows that were simply too slow, actually Naerose only just gets out of the way, but she does manage to get out of the way, that much was good for her, still.. Things were getting hairy and hairier. She didn't feel like her broom was responding as well anymore hen she attempted to get it up and in the waay of the incoming attacks, and Elle seemed to be keeping pace near effortlessly at her attempts to gain some headway.
She therefore decides to chuck something at Elle, just to gain some distance. Anything will do. The can she just drank out of, crumpled up and.. She chucks it.
COMBATSYS: Elle dodges Naerose's Thrown Object.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
Eles flick towards the incoming can, and she immdiately drops to the ground, the crumpled up wad shooting by her like a baseball. This was getting nowhere fast. Both fighters being evenly matched, Elle is forced to start pulling out the stops and pushing herself to the limits.
Her guitar is brought out yet again. This time, however, it's brought down along her chest, and she immediately draws a pick across it. The instrument responds beautifully, as if there was an amplifier plugged in.
The woman starts to play, the riffs from the opening of "Crazy Train" immediately pounding forth along with the bass AND drumline accompaniment. Sound chi is a pretty interesting thing when you know how to manipulate it. Finally, she ends the mini-solo.
And the world seems to shatter. A wave of chi bursts forth from her frame, the rolling shimming sonic energies ripping up the ground and causing rubble to simple disintigrate in it's path as she tries to mow Naerose down with sheer force.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Naerose with Black Sabbath.
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There was no way Naerose could of saw that coming, she was not really too concerned with getting out of the way it seemed, but when it hit, it hit hard. The witch had no idea what hit her, but .. going down, the wash of energy and sound? Electiricty ? She'll wonder later, it causes a great deal of shifting in her outfit before her broom tugs at her hand and she finds herself by sheer force of residual power sent rocketing off after Elle, but this time it will end with a unholy face plant into the opposite wall like a javalin.
COMBATSYS: Naerose can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Elle dodges Naerose's Maha.
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Hakuya heads to Japan.
Hakuya arrives from the Asia mainland.
Getting attacked by a broom is actually something unusual for Elle. With all the strange fighters in the world, Broom Assault is listed pretty low. That being said, Elle's wary as the broom shoots in, and she's forced to step backward, avoiding the clumsy assault altogether and letting Naerose splatter across the wall behind her. It's a little unbecoming, and Elle is forced to frown slightly.
Naerose was a pretty tenacious fighter. While Elle isn't exactly worn down by any means, the Witch was able to take a lot of time and energy to take down... which gives Elle a perfect fighter for distraction efforts and commando tactics. Even Naerose can be found to have a good tactical use.
Elle has Naerose peeled off the wall, and makes sure that the witch is tended to, leaving her with medical supplies and an open ticket back home should she need it. Another recruit, another step towards success.
"Good job, Naerose," Elle says as she keeps moving. Always busy, always busy.
COMBATSYS: Elle has ended the fight here.
Rose heads to Thailand.
Shoma heads to Thailand.
Log created on 13:53:13 06/23/2007 by Naerose, and last modified on 12:19:27 08/19/2007.