Description: SNF Shenanigans! Drake leaping about! Arika punching hard! Blanka trying to cram Drake down his throat! (Winners: Drake and Arika)
The golden yellow sun is setting in the dusky sky, gently framed by the leafy trees of the forest. A perfect setting really, the soft rays of fading light framed gently by leaves of all shapes and sizes as the sky behind bursts with a wonderful orange color. On the horizon a few dark clouds gather but it just adds to the splendor of a warm 'romantic' evening in the forests of Southtown.
Though the hour is early, normal evening creature sounds seem almost... non-existent. Even the gentle chirping of the birds as they seek the shelter of their nests is gone, replaced by an eerie calm.
A branch snaps; the sound ringing out for a good distance. A soft, British voice follows, sounding a bit agitated. "You sure we got this right? Out here, in the woods?" After snapping the branch, Arika walks with a wee bit more care considering her bare feet and not wanting to end this trek before she has to.
Several more feet have her stopping. Telltale whirring of cameras and a foot dangling from a not-so-high branch tell her that this should be the spot. Edging her way into the clearing, the punk rock princess turns to her companion to see if he's still with her. "This looks like it could be it. No one's about. Almost makes me wish we'd brought along a picnic. Lovely night out tonight it is."
Drake follows after Arika, rather heedless of any dangers. He knows nothing of this 'Blanka' they're to fight. No idea why they'd bill it as beauties vs. the beast. Go figure, right? What's more, the model is rather casual about this whole thing, gloved hands just suffed into his pockets.
"Why not? It's outt'a the way, no one'll be getting hurt... then again, when they're out here, they don't usually have a high number of spectators. Kind'a lame, if you ask me," Drake replies.
When Arika comes to a stop, he does as well. "Yep. Lovely. And no opponent, to boot." The hands lift from his pockets to link behind his neck, shoulders stretching back languidly.
Talking.
There's a grunt from somewhere nearby, a snort and sniff, like an animal setting itself out to look for prey. The tree nearest the cameras shakes just a bit, and from it can be heard something that sounds like a muted roar. Or a yawn, it's hard to tell. Without any other fanfare, well - time for a surprise.
With the pair there finally in the home Blanka'd made for himself prior to the SNF cameras showing up, he attempts to leap to the attack - in a manner that served him well in his last fight hre, with Shinobu. He drops from the tree with one hand, then flips himself to another further one. Catching himself on the branch with his feet, he drops to the earth in a green and red ball and barrels in towards the fighters. At the second-to-last second, he springs out, both arms out for the taller fighter...
And stops short, pulling the blow in the last second, leaving him staring at Drake, face to monstrous face. His own features are a mix of confusion, anger and worry.. But if read right, worry is probably the most visible. His arms are still poised in an attack position, but he can't seem to decide what to do.
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Arika has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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|-------\-------\0 Arika
Well Hell.
No one said anything about surprise attacks by large green version of Beast.
Should have figured, thanks to what the fight was billed as, but the poor diva was caught up in the romance of the evening, and was expecting their opponent to enter in a normal fashion and not launch themselves from nearby trees.
A surprised shriek is let out as Arika stumbles back several steps. Careful not to step on the model who's behind her. Gone is the 'soft' accent, replaced by what can only be described as a blatant Cockney utterance. "Wot the bloody 'ell?" Thankful that she's between Drake and this creature, fists chamber at her sides.
Since the guy... er... monster... er... whatever it is has stopped moving, she tries to situate herself between it/him and Drake. To her credit, she -does- hesitate for a moment when it does, but all things considered she's got to try and keep Drake safe. Once she's in position, she springs forward with a quick jab angled in toward the 'monsters' face. Regardless if the first punch hits or not, the left hand opens up and aims a palm-heel strike toward the torso. Before impact a flash of bright violet chi imbues itself around her hand. While the punches aren't very heavy, she's hoping more to shock the 'beast' and get him to back off more than actually injure him in a severe manner just yet.
So very horror movie.
Here we have two abnormally attractive teenagers on a quiet stroll through the woods, talking about romantic things when they come to a stop to admire their surroundings.
Then out of nowhere leaps a howling horror, first aimed to take out the guy so the helpless girl can squeal, run through the woods, get chased, etc, etc...
'Course, this isn't exactly how things go. The two teenagers stopped to chat, having a merry occassion, when all of a sudden the horror springs at them. This is where things turn strange. The creature actually -halts-. The male cries out in a mixture of surprise and fear as well. Then the girlie female starts -attacking- the monster.
ONLY! On SNF!
"Y-You! Chupacabra!" Yeah, Drake has no better name for the creature before him. It didn't -kill- him for whatever reason - a cause for recent loss of sleep - and here it is again, only in Japan. What in the world is going on here?
He doesn't have time enough to question it too much, though. His teammate is already attacking it. "Arika! It zaps! Watch it!" It can be said that coherance is lost when dealing with large amounts of shock and confusion. Nevertheless, the wrestler completely disregards his warning in favor of moving around behind the green monster to attempt hooking his arms around its neck in a straight-up chokehold. Maybe that can keep it from killing Arika.
...Wait, is -this- thing supposed to be their opponent? Holy crap, it has a -name-?
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Blanka with Diva Allegro.
- Power hit! -
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Drake
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|=------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Blanka Toughs Out Drake's Quick Throw!
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|=------\-------\0 Arika
".. Not /it/!"
Blanka is frozen for that moment, unsure about what to do as he's face-to-face with the person he had to carry out of the Jungle. He could have stayed there for an hour, or possibly more, as he tried to decide how to handle this - after all, these SNF's are supposed to be a 'challenge', but not a real fight. It's a place to have fun, for Blanka at least. And now, well.. it's just confusion.
He doesn't move as Arika intercepts between himself and Drake, the girl's slap to his face rocking his head to the left briefly, though his eyes remain fixed on the taller opponent. The second punch, well - it turns his attention towards Arika, breath leaving in a rush. Muscles burn from the flash of violet light, and there's a growl that he cuts off, as he tries to remain focused enough to talk.
"..Blanka.. not.. MONSTER! Not it!"
As Drake slides around behind him, the green-skinned behemoth doesn't struggle physically to dislodge the man - he just retreats into his old habits, of life in the jungle, and of times swimming under the water. His breathing rate slows down under Drake's chokehold, and he looks to be close to being able to last through... at least until he can create a counterattack. And, much like Drake was expecting.. he does.
With Drake in contact with him, he can probably see the lightning start to crackle through Blanka's red hair, his voice an animalistic howl as he tries to shake the man off with a burst of chi-based lightning. It isn't designed to harm, but it's also supposed to give him breathing room. Because he really likes breathing and Drake isn't giving him any chance to, and if he doesn't shake him off, Arika's going to pummel him again something fierce!
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Drake with Electric Thunder.
- Power hit! -
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Drake
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|=------\-------\0 Arika
Tch. Is Arika -that- predictable?
Likely.
Though, she can't really hear what -it- is thinking. Then it speaks. Well would you look at that? This thing -is- their opponent. That makes things a little more disconcerting for her, but as her punches hit she silently cheers. Drake manages to lock it up, but something's wrong. People... er... creatures... that are being choked, don't usually look so... peaceful?
"Drake! Look out!"
Looks like the warning might come a little too late, as energy already begins to crackle and fizzle around the mighty green giant. Energy like -that- doesn't look like anything that the diva is interested in intercepting, but she rushes toward Drake to push him out of the way only to recall that he's still latched on in an attack.
Panic settles in and she takes just a brief moment to scout the area. Eyes fall upon a large, downed branch. Taking hold of it like a club, she swings it toward Blanka and frowns. "No! Bad Blanka!" The voice is stern, almost as though she's speaking to a child.
Yes.
A -child-. Not a pet.
"GAHH!"
Drake's really got nowhere to go to hide when this attack is made against him. Skin is seared with the electrifying chi, driving his flesh and internal workings transparent, leaving only a (highly attractive!) skeleton latched onto Blanka. It might look funny.
UNTIL IT'S YOU HE'S ELECTRIFYING.
The end of the attack sees Drake blasting back away from the green savage, back striking a tree, then falling to a knee. Though his body is now nice and opaque again, he's -smouldering-. "G-God...," he mutters under his breath. Amethyst eyes then narrow on him, attempting to decipher a method of attack that won't involve getting microwaved again... or eaten... or, Hell, punched.
COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Drake
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|=------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Blanka with Random Weapon.
Glancing Blow
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|==-----\-------\0 Arika
Blanka is breathing heavy already from the exertion of flash-frying Drake to get free from the chokehold. The singed hair smell is probably bad, and Blanka will feel bad about it after he's not being choked out anymore, honest. He hunkers down as he feels the taller man fall off of him, and it lets him focus on the other opponent in this brawl, the feral side of needing to fight or flight taking over...
That is, of course, until he's chastised, and swung at. The green monster throws himself upwards at the tree limb above, then falls right back down to earth in a heap as the branch Arika swings at him catches him in the calves. He scrambles back two feet, then three more, glaring eyes focused on the pair of them. He takes a breath, and then waves a hand at Drake, but speaks right at Arika. "He.. called... Blanka.. Monster! Not monster! Sorry for.. hurting him, but he hurt first." That said, he just digs into the ground, soaking up it's safety and its warmth, using that to ease some of his wounds.
COMBATSYS: Blanka gains composure.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Drake
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|==-----\-------\0 Arika
Dropping the branch after impact, Arika just glares at her opponent. Opening her mouth to point out that -she- actually 'hurt first', she thinks better of it. Keeping her eyes upon the green creature, she backs toward Drake.
Big mistake.
The scent of singed skin and burnt hair has her cupping her hands over her mouth so that she doesn't drop to her knees and retch. Beneath them she asks in a muffled manner, "You gonna be alright, luv?" Though the cupped hands stop the question from being overly audible, she hopes the concern and worry carries through. Before she can wait for an answer, she's -got- to get away from him to keep herself from being sick.
Thus, she begins to circle the ground into which Blanka is attempting to burrow. Seems he wants to attempt to talk, and well... as much as this -is- a fight... she'd feel just plain bad for grabbing the branch up again and hammering it into the green beast. Head tilting to the side she contemplates what to do. "'ate to tell you this, mate, but I doubt he's the only one that'd be thinkin' that. No offense, but you don't really come off as entirely personable." Then, she brings her foot up to quickly stomp it onto his stomach to hold him in place. Again, not entirely as hard as it could be, but the punk rock princess is attempting to make heads or tails of this whole situation.
Drake has been made... repulsive? Blanka must pay!
Except that's about the last thing on Drake's mind right now. It's more along the lines of omgmonsteritspeaksholyfudge.
Drake doesn't answer Arika. He's too focused... and he thinks he has an idea of how to attack the.. err.. well, whatever it is. He raises to his full height and hops into the air, grabbing ahold of a low-hanging branch. He then shifts over, back facing Blanka. He peers over his shoulder to spot the green beast's location, and he then leaps from it. Body pulls into a slow backflip once having left the greenery of the tree. The end of the flip sees Drake bearing his body down on Blanka, aiming to land a moonsault splash.
COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks Drake's Darkside Slam.
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|==-----\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Arika's Light Kick.
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|==-----\-------\0 Arika
There's a grunt out of Blanka as Arika's foot catches him in the stomach, holding him against the ground. Feet and hands scrabble against the ground, suddenly feeling like the turtles he'd seen in the wild - once on their back with pressure on their shells, they're helpless, save for rolling from side to side in an attempt to free themselves. As he struggles for space, he keeps talking, though it's harder to do, to focus. "Don't fit.. your world... You come into mine... Trying, but so hard...!" He doesn't get to eludicate, though - no, there's no time before he's rudely interrupted.
That interruption would be Drake, coming in like a sack of smoked potatoes, intent on squooshing Blanka under his weight. The beast brings his hands up and across his chest, catching most of the weight on them, pushing him against the ground and making him howl in pain again. So much for a friendly fight! He lashes his hands out, not at the pair, but instead into the ground. ".. This.. supposed... to be... FUN!!" he roars, and digs his fists into the earth. His feet claw and tug into the ground as well, and he forces himself into a backbend, then a ball, launching himself skyward and intending on going through the girl's foot on his stomach and the wrestler on top of him. The tree branches are just a little bit away, after all - if he gets there, he can just leave!
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Blanka's Vertical Rolling.
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Here she was, attempting to talk to the... beast-man. Simple enough, in Arika's eyes. Looks like Drake is taking a different stance though, and he comes flying down toward her foot!
Well, okay. He -actually- comes moonsaulting in toward their opponent, but... he very nearly hits her foot! Already in the process of getting out of the way when Blanka brings his arms up to stop the model from hitting him with full force, she stops. "Of -course- you don't fit in -our- world. You ain't bl-" Worlds trail off as the ball of beast comes flying up toward her. Unable to dodge to the side, the diva instead drops directly backward. Curling up into a backsault, she crouches and watches Blanka for a long moment.
"Not quite sure what you find -fun-, mate, but if it involves me runnin' 'round this forest all night worried 'bout you lurkin' in the darkness..." Seems more B-grade horror movie to her. Come on. Pretty little blonde. In a forest. At night. Against a 'monster'? If she played by horror movie rules, she'd never make it out of this alive!
Good thing she's not playing by the rules tonight then.
Bouncing back and forth, hopping from one foot to the other, the punk rock princess advances. At this point, she's not caring about twigs or debris that are scattered about the ground; her only concern is to try and clip Blanka before he manages to get away. Two reasons for this. One, they've still got to finish the scheduled SNF. Two, she's not entirely certain at all that he -is- a grotesque monster. He seems almost childlike in his antics (aside from attempting to fry her teammate that is). Just before she reaches the retreating beast-man, she pirouettes in a perfect circle. Right leg is drawn up vertically toward her chest, and her body rotates at the hip before her foot is snapped toward his chest.
"Quit tryin' to fry us, and we'll try to make it a wee bit more 'fun' for ya then."
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Drake with Vertical Rolling.
- Power hit! -
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Drake lands and prepares to roll away, simple as that. Except Blanka then explodes into motion, SLAMMING Drake away and again against a tree. This time the tree splinters, snaps, and falls inwards. Drake groans while this is going on.. but has enough sense to jerk himself out of the way in time to keep from being fatally flattened.
But now Drake's just gotten ticked off. COME ON. He's better than this. A -lot- better than this. So burning on adrenaline, Drake raises to his full height and rushes for Blanka. His hands lift to extend out towards the beast man's shoulders, anger burning in those vibrant amethyst eyes. To Hell with Blanka being... whatever he is... Drake will -not- be made to look pathetic!
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Drake's Total Eclipse.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Rhythmic Roundhouse from Arika with Ground Shave Rolling.
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No, Drake will not allow himself to look ridiculous. Purely focused on this attack, he all but ignores all affronts made by Arika on the beastman. His hands find Blanka's shoulders and he jerks the creature downwards to lock his neck between his legs. Drake's arms then wind around Blanka's midsection, and he hoists him into the air in piledrive position. His arms then flex and tighten over the midsection, crushing the savage's internals in an inverted bearhug, smashing as tight as he can humanly manage.
But that isn't the end of it, as Blanka might recall. After a few seconds of this torturous grip, Drake springs high into the air and pulls into a series of forward flips. These movements pick up speed as the two remain airborne, and by the time they're on the descent, the bodies have blurred together into an opaque swirl of motion. The flipping motion's full-on momentum joins with their combined bodyweight for a punishing blow against Blanka's head at the completion of the piledriver.
And after which, Drake hops away from the hopefully downed green savage, landing in a low crouch with right hand set to the ground and left arm out behind him.
'Don't fry them'. These words echo in Blanka's head as he starts upwards, trying to get a few feet away, to get some breathing room. He's wounded now, and certainly much less interested in fighting than he was at the start. Really, once he found out his opponents, it was pretty lousy. Not their fault, of course - just another reminder of what they represent. Failure, on his part, to fit in.
The pondering causes him far too much time to think, and well, it certainly costs him a great deal. As Arika's foot knocks him off balance, well - he hits the ground hard. The tree limb's too far away now, and he's stuck until he can get his feet up and around to it again. He doesn't, however, stop moving, instead tucking into another ball as the pain from the kick spurs him on - spinning madly in the ground, he slams into her full strength, and then tries to stop and recover - giving her the promised 'lack of frying' - but making him an open target for Drake's attack.
Yes, he remembers it - and it hurts just about as much as it did last time. His face is a rictus of pain and frustration as he slumps onto the ground, slowly turning and shaking off the fatigue and pain that he's feeling from the impact upon impact. His voice is harsh, tired and frustrated. "Too.. personal. Why? Just... playfight.."
Note to self: Trying to kick a fleeing opponent is likely... not the best idea.
Hit by the blur of green and sent slamming back against another tree trunk, the diva hits it with a crack. A sound that's likely unheard over the fight still going on. Legs wobble beneath her and she crumbles to the ground, head leaning against the thick trunk for moment while she attempts to focus both her eyes and her attention on the fight once more.
As she presses her hands back against the trunk to draw herself up to her feet, she gives pause.
"Drake?"
Worry has settled in now, mostly for how close the model has gotten to the 'beast' again. Yet there is a niggling feeling that the 'monster' is actually intelligent. A freak mutation? An experiment gone wrong?
While her brain tries to suss out what's going on, she's got the whole 'little girl in Frankenstein' going on. Amused by her thoughts, she's nearly tempted to pick a flower and present it to her opponent just to see what happens. Then her head is given a shake, figuring that the knock to the noggin sent her for more of a loop than she would have hoped.
"Ain't no one's plaything," Arika murmurs under her breath. Hoping that Blanka is distracted by Drake still at this point, she raises her left shoulder up on a slight angle. Eyes quickly search for the camera and once finding it, she blows a kiss in its direction. Then it's show time.
Swinging her left arm out to her side, she mocks holding the neck of an electric guitar. Her right hand sweeps in and is held in a strumming position. Fingers move deftly to hit her favorite power chord, and as this is done a bright explosion of multi-colored energy goes off behind her illuminating the darkening sky. The energy coalesces into an arced beam that's directed at their mighty green 'friend', in an attempt to both frighten him and end the fight so that she can attempt to get some of her questions answered.
Drake is unable to answer her. For one, he's too far from the diva. For another, he's panting too loudly to really make out what she says. Beyond all that, his mind is focused heavily on their opponent. 'Blanka' is what they called it. But just what the hell 'it' is, he can't figure. All he knows is that it's electrical, it enjoys gumming on heads, and it can -speak-.
Like Arika, Drake gives his head a shake. Gah, he needs to re-focus. And at that moment, he spies what Arika is preparing to do. Amethyst eyes widen slightly, and he decides to not get in the middle of that attack by entering melee range again just yet. But he will contribute to the attack.
Drake raises to his full height and draws his hands back to glide them through the air in a smooth circle. As he does this, energy visibly begins to condense around his hands - black around the left, white around the right. The hands come to a stop chambered at his sides, then are thrust out towards Blanka. Both hands discharge its own individual thick beam of concussive energy, which immediately begin to entwine and spiral with each other. Thus, a beam of sparkling black energy and a beam of shimmering white energy combine to form a broad double helix racing towards Blanka.
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Arika's Siren Song.
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|-------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Drake's Domino Helix.
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Focused on Drake!? You bet! Blanka mostly has eyes for the man who has piledriven him not once in the last week, but twice. This is getting rediculous! The jungle beast stretches to his full height, arms high over his head as he starts to roar at the pair - after all, Dan said 'Show them you're tough!' Far be it from Blanka to do less than his best for them. There will be much show-offing, and now that he's playing by their rules, maybe he'll be able to have a little more fun.
As Arika's beam comes in from the side and Drake's spiraling blast closes in on him from the front, Blanka bursts into motion. A quick leap takes him up and over the competeing blasts, a nice explosion of pretty sparks for the cameras as he latches onto a tree. He loops around the 'arena' in a quick series of swinging circles, gathering up speed, and trying to gauge what to do next. Eventually, he finds his plan, and he flips himself up and over the air, to land near/behind Arika. If he can, he'll wrap her up in his arms and give a squeeze. A most powerful squeeze! It is, after all, not electrifying her! He's still talking, too. "... You fight.. good. Both do. Strong... Blanka strong too!"
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Blanka's Fierce Punch.
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|-------\-------\0 Arika
Bloody HELL! Arika loathes expending that much energy and having it miss the target, but she's really not got any time at all to worry about it. Beyond the fact that she's just made pretty fireworks for the viewers at home that is. At least they'll be enjoying the show, and the evening setting is the perfect time for an energy attack of that particular variety to show itself off.
Before the diva is able to pick up a rock and toss it at the beast in order to pull its... his? attention off of Drake, he's leaping up into the air. The blonde tries to follow his movements, twisting about and about as he swings. At the flip toward her, she screams. She may have the notion that the beast-man is somewhat intelligent, but he's still -scary-.
Standing her ground despite the shrill noise she's just made she attempts to talk reason to him. "I... I belie--" Again, the words are cut off abruptly as the green man comes toward her looking as though he's about to hug her. Quick wit would normally have her quipping that he's not her type but she needs to get out of the way -first-. Quickly twisting and diving beneath the arms, she situates herself behind him.
Still extremely wary of sticking within grappling range, she decides that she's not far enough away for her liking.
Grabbing a branch that's -just- within arms reach from the ground, the diva hoists herself up enough that she can begin swinging. Dangling from a tree is not really her forte, but she attempts to draw her weight backward and swing forward quickly enough to build up some momentum; trying to remember things from all of those extracurricular activities she was forced into when younger. Back and forth she swings until she releases the branch and attempts to plant her feet into Blanka's back and force him forward.
Siren Song!
Domino Helix!
Purple, black, and white explosion!
Razzle dazzle!
Drake stares at the result of their combined projectile attacks, and he has to grin. Man, they make quite a show, don't they? The shriek catches Drake's attention, though, and the professional wrestler model whirls around to see the gangly creature attempt to grab her up. "Arika!," is cried, mostly in surprise. But still, something like that? It can talk, sure, but he doesn't trust it to not... overdo things, or just turn completely savage and kill her. But she seems to handle herself well enough, and leaps away to begin swinging from a branch.
It seems like a good opportunity. Drake quickly glances to the side and rushes to the tree that was completely demolished by.. well.. him, more or less. He lifts a long branch halfway up, then stomps it off before the leaves, resulting in a loud *SNAP* and a pointy shaft. Hoping that Blanka is distracted by Arika's gymnastics, Drake lines up a shot and chucks the broken branch at Blanka.
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Arika's Heavy Kick.
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|-------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Drake's Thrown Object.
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|-------\-------\0 Arika
"Raaaah! Too fast for.. Blanka! But.. Blanka.. Fast too!"
Sheesh! Trying to latch on to these two is almost impossible - Arika's slippery little slide out of the way causes him to stumble-step forwards comedically. Windmilling arms and wildly waving hair, Blanka is left half-standing as he watches the sway back and forth of Arika's GIANT FEET. When she launches herself at him, he drops to the ground, tumbling further forwards, coming back up just under the branch thrown at him by Drake. Feeling the stick tangle in his hair and pull his head back, he lets out a grumbly growl of surprise!
"...Stay ... down!" Arika's no longer Blanka's target - instead, the giant green beastie has refocused on Drake, though the attack is one that isn't more than an attempt to gross the model out so much that he can't stay in the fight, to break his concentration. Blanka bounds forwards with a push of hands and feet, then just tries to get a hold of Drake. If he does, well - Blanka will open his mouth very wide and try to slobber Drake into submission!
With nothing to smack into, the diva's bare feet hit the ground -hard-. Tumbling forward, she barely gets her hands out in time to keep from faceplanting on the forest floor. Staying down a moment longer than necessary in order to 'play dead', she's hoping that she'll have a moments reprieve from the beast-man.
Only, he seems to be going after Drake!
Oh, no. That just will -not- do!
Arika leaps up to her feet and begins to run toward Blanka with as much speed as she can muster. Drawing in from the side, she attempts to catch his legs with both arms wrapping around them and knock him to the ground before he's able to do much (if any) damage to Drake.
COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Wild Fang from Blanka with Solar Eclipse.
- Power fail! -
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Blanka 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Drake can no longer fight.
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Blanka 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Arika
Drake's lil improvised weapon catches in Blanka's hair? Damn you, rockstar hair-do! But before he knows what's going on, Blanka has popped up right alongside him. Drake turns to attempt catching Blanka up for a powerslam, only it... well... plays right into Blanka's attack.
See, the manuever requires Drake to duck down and lean forward a little.
Blanka's mouth was gaping open.
Drake basically just inserted his whole freaking head into Blanka's mouth.
While the beastman may not have intended it to be necessarily painful, damaging, or humiliating, it's all three in an overdose. The pressure those jaws put on his already hurting head, the inability to even -breathe- for being all tongued and drooled all over, and... it's not unlike being eaten headfirst and alive by a barfing catfish.
Drake struggles madly at first, but the pressure couples with the pain he's been put through already.. and Drake's body simply gives. He goes limp, likely held upright if not slightly dangly out of Blanka's mouth. Like a cat with a mouse or somesuch.
Funny yet terrible at the same time.
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Blanka with Quick Throw.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Arika
Oh dear! Blanka wasn't trying to SWALLOW DRAKE WHOLE. This is not acceptable fight behaviour, he's pretty certain. Were Dan Hibiki here, he would be shouting at his buddy to 'Spit that guy out right now, get him out of your mouth and fight fair!' So sudden is the change that Blanka doesn't have a chance to react before he's bitten down and before Drake's gone limp. He tries to get his hands on Drake's shoulders, to push him out before he starts having problems breathing...
And he feels arms around his legs. He's thrown off-balance and forwards, and aughs in a strangled sort of cry as he can't dislodge the man he's just put out for the count! He struggles to regain his feet from Arika's timely trip and spins about to face her - taking a second to bring his arms up and around - but not for her, oh no. Blanka hits /himself/ in the stomach, the sudden decompression of his lungs making him eject the 'trapped' Drake, right at Arika. Look, it's a hairball. With, er, a head and body attached! "*PTOO!*"
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Blanka's Thrown Object.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Arika
OH.
MY.
GOD!
He's going to try and eat Drake!!!!
No, wait.
HE'S TRYING TO SWALLOW DRAKE WHOLE!!!
After tackling Blanka (albeit belatedly), the diva just stares in horror as Drake goes completely limp. "You... you..." Then there's suddenly a body being ejected at her and she barely gets out of the way in time. With an anguished cry, she looks over at the models limp body from the area which she dove to, and she brings her balled fists up to her eyes.
No. She can't afford to cry yet, and besides... there's a chance that he's not dead.
She hopes.
Shakily drawing herself up to her feet, she points right at Blanka. "Just who do you think you are, tryin' to eat people like that!?" Arika glances over at 'the body' and whimpers a little. Drake's not just her teammate, he's... he's...
"I -tried- to play nice'n fair with you! I -tried- to see the person you are beneath your... your... exterior.... but YOU JUST WENT AND TRIED TO EAT THE GUY I HAPPEN TO LOVE!"
Oh, yeah. That's too much like what the demon-woman tried to do to Drake back in Thailand for diva's liking, and she's about to lose it. Rushing toward Blanka, her first fist slams jabs up toward his nose, not caring if it connects or breaks the nose but using it as a distractionary ruse. This is quickly followed by her left hand, violet energy flickering around it as she tries to give it an added burst before SLAMMING it toward his chest.
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Arika's Diva Allegro.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Arika
Drake is launched out of Blanka's mouth like a grody spitball. God, but this fight is not good publicity for him. Favorably, Drake is little more than a limp ragdoll at this phase. Unable to breathe, restricted, then launched? Yeah, he won't be getting up for a while. When he hits the ground past Arika, he simply tumbles over a few times before coming to a stopped heap face-down.
"Not.. eat! I eat.. melons! Accident!" Time for some serious backpedaling here, Blanka! Hands up and wide open, he staggers back a few more feet, and falls down. Tumbling away from the jab at his face and the violent impact aimed at his chest, he curls up in a crouch near the cameras, looking more frightened and frustrated than angry. He's pretty sure she's never going to listen, so he might as well just get this over with.
Standing up straight, Blanka reaches out with one giant hand - he aims for her arm, to get her and hold on long enough to push or possibly throw her towards Drake. "He strong..! Be fine, like.. in jungle! Took to village.. be okay!" Sheesh! Like he can't get the finest medical care in the city in about ten seconds after the fight ends. He's a big tough guy, Drake is. Who is.. er, currently upside down in a heap. Yeah, Blanka may have just tried to push Arika way too hard - he's panicked himself, too.
COMBATSYS: Arika counters Medium Throw from Blanka with Diva Allegro.
- Power hit! -
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Blanka 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Arika
There's something people are going to have to learn about Arika; something Kurow learnt well enough back in Thailand.
Hurting Drake just pisses her right off.
"YOU DO NOT TRY TO BITE A PERSON'S HEAD OFF BY ACCIDENT!" Taking deep breaths and -attempting- to keep herself calm for the cameras, she loses it. As soon as the giant hand reaches out for her, she swings her right hand in with another jab and lets the tears for her fallen... teammate... flow freely down her cheeks.
God. What if this Blanka bloke just broke Drake's neck by accident? Even the -finest- medical care isn't going to help with that.
Like the previous two times, she expends her energy to cause a bright flare of violet to surround her left hand before she yanks it away from the attempted hold and slams it into Blanka's chest to send him away from her.
Something stops her from lunging forward to follow the green giant though.
"Jungle?" Sniffle. "Village?" Arika has no idea what he's going on about, but she's not going to let the confusion or the fact that she's losing her cool keep her from focusing on the fight before her. Deep blue eyes narrow upon Blanka and she frowns. This fight has raised more questions than it's answered.
Ow. Oh ow. That hurt, and that hurt a lot - Arika's attack stops Blanka cold, and the hit that knocks him into his chest sends him back a few steps, stumbled and crouched. He doesn't want to fight anymore - this isn't /fun/ and it's supposed to be fun, and they're all angry, and he's hurt Drake /again/...
"He came to jungle... We fought. Thought he was playing, then he... called me monster. I .. knocked him out, had to take him to other humans." With that, well - Blanka's had more than enough frustration of dealing with 'humans' for now. He turns, and awkwardly scrambles up one of the trees - he's probably not staying around, no - the only rustles that are there are the breeze. Probably.
COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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"Wot the bloody 'ell do you mean 'e went to the jun--" Before she can even get the full question out, her opponent is fleeing the scene. Arika can't really blame him, she's in a royally bad mood because he's nearly killed Drake. Any punishment she was going to eke out on the beast-man will just have to wait until later.
Now she's in a spot of trouble though. Can't really move Drake without potentially hurting him further and she doesn't spot a medical team around in the bushes. Taking a few steps over toward the fallen model, she drops to her knees and reaches for his wrist to attempt to get a pulse, and she gives a look to the cameras. "I would suggest," she begins in a loud and clear voice (the shakiness will come later when she's left to contemplate what just happened to Drake), "that if you're watching on the monitors, you get a medical team out 'ere.... NOW!!"
Fingers never leave Drake's wrist as she waits for someone to traipse through the forest to find them. About ten minutes later, rustling can be heard in the bushes and a two person med team comes out, carrying a stretcher between them. Only then does she let the tears flow freely as she waits for the verdict.
Log created on 19:13:59 07/15/2007 by Blanka, and last modified on 06:23:11 07/20/2007.