Description: Kensou and Clark face off for a surprise match on a tour bus to entertain visitors to Southtown, aided by Chaos Agent Arika Fade... But can their hot-blooded manly battle of fists (and feet, and throws...) assisted by a girl in a bikini top help improve Southtown's tourism industry?! Clark's jacket says YES! (Draw Match)
Surfin' on a sound wave, swingin' through the stars. Take a left at your intestine, take your second right past Mars. On the MAAAAGIC SCHOOL BUUUS!!
Except, in place of 'navigating through sound waves and intestines and outer space' it's, 'Downtown Southtown,' and instead of 'MAAAAAGIC SCHOOL BUUUS' it's 'double deck tour bus.' Close enough. Today, the tourists and weirdos who live in Southtown and just like to travel on tour buses are in for quite a treat: today, this -very bus-, is going to play host... to a Saturday Night Fight match made by Southtown's very own Geese Howard! The excitement is nearly palpable in the air as people look on in wonder and amazement as various cameras are set up along the bus -- left unmanned, sadly, so as the fight doesn't become any more awkward than it's already going to be fighting in a cramped double decker bus filled with civilians. And Clark Steel is certainly -thankful- for that.
The contenders are already here of courser, because you can't really arrive late to a -mobile bus- unless you happen to be Superman. Clark Steel has stood towards the back of the bus' first story, relaxing for the most part. He's come dressed for the occasion, with a baseball cap reading 'SOUTHTOWN' and a flak vest with Southtown's map emblazoned on the right breast, whatever that map might look like. But the -real- change to Clark's attire comes from the shirt. While still the standard black color, it features a very odd logo on it. To be specific? It features prominently in the center, a cartoon face of the prominent Geese Howard. Cross-eyed, buck-toothed, and grinning like an idiot. It is wrapped in a slogan, so the overall affect is something like this:
'WELCOME TO
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SOUTHTOWN, Y'ALL!!
(Hyuck!)'
Clark feels this captures the essence of Geese Howard perfectly. Of course, the kids adore it. In fact, as Clark weights and stretches in preparation, two children giggle incessantly at it... while hanging off Clark's flexing arms. He doesn't mind. It's like weight training. And it makes his rather dynamic pose seem THAT MUCH MORE AMAZING.
"... you two can get down now."
And just a little awkward.
Ha, you can't be late for a moving bus? Shows what /you/ know, Clark Steel! Because Kensou totally isn't there like he should be.
Not yet, anyway.
After all, this is supposed to be a surprise for the tour bus' passengers, isn't it? Show them a little local colour, show them how things are done in the fightiest of fighty cities, Southtown! Besides, while he may not be Superman or something, Sie Kensou is, in fact, extremely acrobatic. Verging on completely inhuman! So as Clark flexes, and shows off for the little chilluns, the other competitor of this surprise match makes the scene... By flipping completely around a streetlamp and leaping off of it, like he just fell out of a Jackie Chan movie (which, by the way, makes Clark Chris Tucker), landing in a low crouch in the midst of the aisle in a low three-point stance, to the oohs and ahhs of the crowd.
As he stands, one might notice that he's wearing one of his usual fighting outfits, but in Southtown colours, and on the back of the jacket it reads: Southtown! It'll slap the taste right outta yo' mouth! ...And there's a little smiley face sticking out its tongue and giving a thumbs up.
Of course, that logo doesn't even make sense, but it's /dynamic/ and that's what matters. Punching his right fist into his other palm, the WORLD FAMOUS Psycho Soldier smirks confidently over at Clark, before pointing directly at the commando. "I'm callin' you out, Steel! Hope you got your cellphone handy, 'cause when I'm done you're gonna havta go cry to your momma!!" That doesn't make sense either, but this is no time for sense.
This is the time... FOR ACTION.
COMBATSYS: Kensou has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Kensou takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Clark has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Kensou 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
COMBATSYS: Arika has joined the fight here.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Kensou 0/-------/-------|
So, if Kensou is Jackie Chan and Clark is playing the role of Chris Tucker, just -where- does that leave Arika?
Up on the second storey of the bus, same place she'd be sitting if she were riding one of the red beauties back home. With a Southtown baseball cap drawn down low as she can have it over her bored looking face, she gazes out the window. Catching site of Kensou's acrobatics, she blinks and then shrugs. Looks like the party is about to get started. Instead of jumping right into the fray of things though, she gracefully slips out of her seat. The 'Southtown' jacket she's wearing is carefully shrugged off and tossed to the nearest tourist with a smile. Whoever is lucky enough to take it will find some lovely city literature inside the pockets, advertising several little businesses in the area.
Now, she might not be as 'dolled up' as the other two, but she is wearing the city colors in her normal fighting attire - a bikini top with a tiny logo advertising an ice cream shop near the beach, and a simple pair of cargo pants. What more can anyone ask for a girl that's not much more than a tourist in this city herself?
Stretching a little, she begins to head down to the first level of the bus. Stopping just long enough to apologize for having to skirt around someone who happens to be in her way. No need to be in a hurry or throw herself into the fray just yet, there'll be time enough for that once the party gets started.
COMBATSYS: Arika takes no action.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Kensou 0/-------/-------|
Well, non-freaks and respectable individuals show up to a moving bus on time.
Way to go Kensou, you disrespecting freak.
Adjusting his cap to twist it from it's backwards facing position to forwards, Clark goes about setting the children down and awkwardly prying them from his arms -- and act which involves one child precariously swinging through the air as he goes about peeling the other one off and away. By the time he's done with this arduous process, Kensou has already made his dramatic appearance -- and Clark just missed every second of it. So, when he stands and sees Kensou there, crouched and looking intense, he pauses, stares and scratches his head.
"Oh, there you are!" he declares, brows furrowing. "...Were you going to the bathroom or something?"
But there's no time for worthless questions like that! Because soon enough, Kensou is -calling Clark out-. He even audibly says it, too, along with an insult that Clark doesn't quite get. He squints behind those shades, peering at Kensou before he settles down into a more combat-ready position. "Cry to my momma, huh...?" he wonders aloud. "Well..."
And then, in one rather quick flurry of movement, Clark is suddenly... on one foot, gloved hand stretched out and pointing to Kensou like a gun, his other hand clasped on that stretched out arm. Yes, it's... a Super Sentai pose!! "You better get ready to be served a plate of red hot humiliation, Sie KenSOOOOUUUUUU!!" Yes, Clark enjoys acting.
Who knew?
Reaction times are limited, however, because only a second later Clark is BURSTING across the space between himself and the psychic, seeking to grip the other man by the shirt with one hand, and then... LIFT him in the air, over his head. If successful, Clark engages in another pose here, before declaring, "Feel my burning power!!" And then? Just seeks to SLAM the young man into the ground. It'll actually hurt less than it looks. All for appearances, etc.
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Kensou with Fast Throw.
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Kensou 0/-------/------=|
As it happens, Clark's question actually totally ruins Kensou's cool for a second. "Wh-what?!" he says, unsure just how to respond to the Ikari Warrior's words. "No, I was makin' a dramatic entrance!" Jeez! But then, Clark is making his own boast, and coming right at the Chinese fighter with impressive speed for a big muscly dude. "Aw, son of a bi--" the younger fighter's curse is cut off as he's grabbed and hefted, and /posed with/ before he gets slammed towards the floor. His hands come up in a vain attempt to block the impact, but instead he goes smashy-smashy face first into the roof of the bus.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL.
With his hands still underneath him, Kensou crosses his arms at the wrists, twisting himself around as he pushes up off the ground... Throwing himself in a whirling assault right at Clark, trying to catch the wrassler with a crazy twisty series of AWESOME KICKS. "I'll show ya... The true might of CHINESE MARTIAL ARTS!!" But will he, really?!
Okay, first off? Ewww! How many people have had dirty shoes, sandals and boots on the bus floor? C'mon, Clark! You're supposed to be fighting, not spreading weird diseases to Kensou!
Secondly, has no one thought of the poor tourists? Just as she reaches the bottom of the stairs leading down to the first storey, the diva can hear cries of surprise and panic. Though most have been told that Southtown is a fighting town, not everyone is aware that fights can take place anywhere.
And well...
NO one was expecting a fight to break out here!
One gallant man attempts to hold her back from the fray, but Arika shakes her head and smirks. "Sorry to disappoint, mate, but it seems I'm part and parcel'a this 'ere show." Popping her head to the side, she pushes past him and then sizes up Clark. Why? Well she's already fought Kensou before so she knows what he can handle or not.
Time for some fun! Some irritation for the others! Some pizzazz!
And a little bit of help for Kensou in the form of a chokehold. Sneaking up behind Clark, she attempts to wrap her arms about his throat and hold him in place for the whirling spinning tornado like kick attack from the meatbun guy.
COMBATSYS: Clark endures Arika's Quick Throw.
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Kensou 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks Kensou's Ryuu Gakusai.
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Kensou 0/-------/-----==|
Oh no! A double team!
After introducing Kensou to the floor, as is the wont of grapplers 'cross the globe, Clark wheels backwards only a moment afterwards, thrusting a thumb towards the fallen fighter. "You don't stand a chance! My ancient art is greater than you can handle!!" His ancient art... of wrestling. Shh.
Of course, with all that's happening around him, Clark doesn't have much time to react accordingly. First things first, he finds himself -- suddenly being throttled!? It's a momentary surprise until he figures out the rest -- the Chaos Agent. And so, when he feels those hands wrap around his throat, Clark... doesn't even try to stop it. Instead, he takes the grip full on, moving backwards as he lifts a single hand to suddenly, deftly block all those painful-looking kicks. It makes his arm throb in protest, but the point is that Steel -manages- it just fine with a single arm. His other arm?
Is grabbing a nearby walking cane.
"Sorry, I'll give this back in a second..."
The moment that Kensou seeks to descend from his sudden rising kicks, Clark -lashes- out with that cane, thrusting it handle-first just beyond Kensou... before jerking -backwards- seeking to catch the young man's neck in the loop and, with a painful crack, send him on another collision-course with the floor -- this time, face first.
"BOOYAAH!!" The tools of the elderly are MIGHTY INDEED.
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Kensou with Combo Throw.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Clark
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Hey, this could be going better, huh? Kensou's kicks are resolutely blocked, despite... Some chick in a bikini top choking the hizzell out of Clark, which must mean she's in on this little escapade too. Twisting and starting to drop towards the ground, Kensou is quite surprised when that cane goes for his neck, and despite his attempt to ride out the impact he is, once more, introduced rather painfully to the floor. Owww. "Keep it together, Kensou," he mutters to himself, reaching to grab that cane away from Clark. Why, you ask?
"Your ancient art a' hittin' like a six year old girl!!" Kensou snipes back, theatrically. "Maybe we oughta get you a frilly pink dress an' get that lady behind ya t' do your hair up in some cute pigtails..." Presumably with the cane, he swings it upwards, still half-sprawled on the ground, in a mighty swing right betwixt Clark's uprights. Uh oh. "...CLARKINA!!"
Oh no! They've found her out! Whatever will she do?
Snort derisively, that's what.
"Don't do pigtails, mate. Ain't a bloody 'airdresser, I'll 'ave you know." Almost an insult to her, but she can't help it if Kensou doesn't remember her. Things did get rather explosive the last time they were involved in an SNF together, thanks to Nassir.
Be that as it may, with everyone playing with the cane, the poor diva feels left out on the action. She knows she -should- be divvying up her attention between the two, but meatbuns keeps hitting that disgusting floor. It's making her feel for him! Deep blue eyes scan the vicinity as she looks for something she can use to distract Clark from another attack so soon. Frowning, she sets her eyes on a baby stroller; sans baby. Thankfully, in this case, since she lifts the stroller up and swings herself around in as wide a berth as she can manage before launching it at Clark's head. "'ave a bit'a class, you. Stop droppin'em on the floor, it's gross."
COMBATSYS: Clark dodges Arika's Thrown Object.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Clark
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COMBATSYS: Clark interrupts Random Weapon from Kensou with Super Argentine Backbreaker.
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Despite the fact that Clark seems to be the object of attention for performing his grappling style perfectly, he seems to still perform remarkably under dual assaults. First, Clark looks around towards Arika, and just in time too -- for it seems she has deigned to strike at him yet again. Blinking once behind his shades, he looks at the baby stroller, than at Arika, than at the stroller again. "... there's not a baby in there, is--" Cut off just as that stroller is -flung- at him, Steel reacts purely out of instinct, ducking his head and letting the thing fly right over him. Despite his best efforts, though, he can't catch it in time, and the thing goes flying into the back of some man's head with a -THUD- and the whip-crack of the man's head. "HEY!!" The big man declares, eyes wide as he spins around, blood trailing down from a bitten lip.
"... I got to be part of the show! AWRIGHT!!"
It is also about this time that -Kensou- is coming at him with that cane he just used. Right for the family jewels. Eyes widen -- thankfully hidden behind the shades -- but just as it occurs, Clark steps IN to preempt the assault and diffuse most of the force. With a single hand, Clark seeks to grip the other man by the shoulder. And just as the cane CRACKS into the man... he thrusts Kensou straight into the air.
"I'm a bigger man than you..." Girls name girls name girls name... "... Kensouretta!" Clark really isn't good at insults. Or dialogue, really. But just as Kensou spins, Clark positions himself so that the young psychic lands -- back-first, right on Clark's thick skull. With a sickening crack, Clark bends the young man over his head, shouting, "HOOYEAH!!" before throwing the other man aside.
"... oh, and could you uh... give that crippled man back his cane?"
Oh, Kensou remembers Arika. He's just going along with the gimmick of the match, since this is all supposed to be spontaneous and totally not staged. Meanwhile, his attempt to hit Clark in the Pocket Commando goes awry. So very awry. He's quite helplessly caught and flung about by Clark, and the backbreaker part sucked pretty bad too, leaving Kensou laying on the ground, with one hand on his spine. Ohhhh, after that, /he/ might need the cane. "D-Dammit, what's your head made outta, rocks?!" the psychic fighter wonders, before abruptly... Hopping to his feet like nothing happened.
And then, with an apologetic smile, he give the dude back his cane.
But when he turns to face Clark again, Kensou's expression is challenging. FIERCE. "All right, I guess it's time I took the kid gloves off. Time I got serious. Time to take things... TO THE MAX!!!" Oh yeah, it's heating up! But oddly, Kensou reaches behind his back. "BEHOLD!!! My SUPER SECRET CERTAIN DEATH ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE!!" And what does Kensou do, to follow up that dramatic pronouncement?
He pulls his hand from behind his back, now holding a piping hot pork bun. And then he eats it.
"'course there ain't a baby in there," Arika scoffs at him. She may be self-centered and vain... and care little for anyone's safety but her own (and those few that've managed to get close to her), but even -she- isn't mean enough to put a poor defenseless baby at risk! Shades ducks, and the stroller thwacks against some poor unsuspecting guy in the seats. Squeezing her eyes closed and ducking in a reactionary manner when she notices the size of the guy, she exhales a burst of air as she realizes the spectator is actually... digging it?
Leave it to people touring Southtown to think that getting nailed in the back of the head with an unknown object is grand.
"Wait, wait... Kensouretta? Couldn' ya come up with a better insult than that?" Then again 'Kensou' isn't an easy name to give a female version to. 'Kensoudra'? 'Kenkette'? Eh. She can't even think of anything decent.
Now, she really should be making things fair. Watching Kensou pull that bun out after such drama, she just shakes her head. Time enough for her to even things out a little. Rolling her eyes, she springs toward Kensou, leaps up onto an empty seat nearby and throws her body into a forward flip which lands her with perfect precision behind him. As soon as her feet land with a soft 'thump', she chambers her fist and tosses it out toward the back of his head. "Stop eatin' and start fightin', mate. Folks ain't interested in seein' ya stuff yer face."
Kensou's Super Secret Certain Death Ultimate Technique!?
"Wh-what is this power--?!" Clark declares, in a faux-horrified voice. He's expecting an explosion of power. Maybe a hadouken. Instead...
... Kensou eats a meatbun.
Clark Steel's dramatic proclamation understandably deflates at that point.
Instead, briefly breaking out of character, Clark scratches his head and squints. "... really? That's your super secret certain death ultimate technique? ... huh." But!! This is NOT A TIME TO QUESTION THINGS!! Instead, as Kensou begins to chow down on that meatbun, Clark slaps either of his arms, hunkers down, and then...
.... charges -right at- Kensou. "HMMPH!!!"
Breaking across the distance between himself and the psychic, Clark seeks to shoulder check the man just -after- Arika throws out that punch, to impact him with such force that his subsequent upwards -jerk- of his shoulder will send Kensou flinging through the air. From there, the mercenary will snap out, grab Kensou by leg and shoulder, and shout out, "ULTIMATE DESTROYER TECHNIQUE!!" before just throwing Kensou, face-first, towards the emergency exit in the back of the bus. Not strong enough to break the door, but Kensou will probably find his face smushing quite unpleasantly against the glass window. "HUP!!!"
COMBATSYS: Kensou successfully hits Kensou with Meat Bun.
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COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Kensou with Jab Punch.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Kensou with Medium Throw.
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Sometimes, Kensou just can't come out ahead, it seems; the Psycho Soldier might not be having quite the run of bad luck as he has at other times in the past, but well. Maybe he's trying /too/ hard to ham things up. After devouring the meat bun, he actually puts up his hands and does a happy little dance, that's how delicious it was... Until he gets punched in the back of the head. "Whafu--" he starts, staggering forward... Right into Clark's shoulder check and throw, and grab, and throw again, which ends up with him colliding with the emergency exit. ON THE ROOF?!
He slides off of it, staggering back on his feet, before giving his head a shake. Okay. That... Okay. "Tch, fine then," Kensou says, jerking his head sharply to one side, with a faint crack. Getting dropped on his head so much hurts his neck. "Time for some REAL POWER!!" For a moment, he rears back, and then quite suddenly he's lunging forward, a completely horizontal leap of almost impossible distance aimed right at the Ikari Warrior, his right hand thrust forward, in a clawlike position. In the 'cage' of his fingers, a small sphere of blue-tinged white Psycho Power crackles, overflowing, a streak of enegry following in his wake. It sure is flashy. "WHY DON'TCHA SNACK ON... SOME OF THIS!!!" he cries, trying to hit Clark with his hand and energy both in a titanic blow--!
"Oops!" Arika shoots a sheepish grin in Kensou's direction. There she goes, smacking people far harder than she intended to. To make up for it, she spins on Clark trying to avoid both the meatbun's attack and the odd looking energy that accompanies it. That is -so- not chi! "That's a wee bit better," she says with a nod to the shades before she draws her knee up quickly and then twists to the side. Hips rotate just enough that she can jut her instep out in a somewhat swift, and harsh manner toward Clark's torso. "Hmph." Before the foot reaches its full extension, she pulls her Southtown cap off and tosses it into the growing crowd of spectators.
The fight, the crowd movement, the cheering? It gets a loud and rumbling, "BACK TO YOUR SEATS," from the very harried driver.
COMBATSYS: Kensou successfully hits Clark with Ryuu Sougeki.
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COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Clark with Medium Kick.
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Well.
That didn't go well at all.
After that solid strike to Kensou, Clark is, apparently, ill-prepared to deal with what comes next. Though he sees Kensou's attack coming in clearly, Clark does not react in time; his guard is just a second too slow, and instead he gets a face-full of what can only be Psycho Power, sent flying -backwards-, hardly in any position to deal with Arika's incoming swing of her leg. It strikes his torso as a painful accompaniment to Kensou's harsh burst of power, and Clark lands with a bounce, a thud... before ultimately landing in a crouch, brows furrowing thoughtfully.
"... hmmm... it might be time..." he says to himself, lifting up to his full height. "... to reveal my TRUE POWER!" With this amazing declaration, Clark thrusts his arms forward, engaging in another dramatic sentai pose! And then another! ... and another! It's getting him -really- pumped up. Seriously. And just before it might start to seem a little -too- much...
Clark surges straight forward, in an unbelievably fast blur of motion, one hand stabbing forward towards the psychic's shoulders...
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Kensou with Ultra Argentine Backbreaker.
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"GENTLEMEN, BEHOLD!!"
Gripped by the shoulders, Kensou is hefted RIGHT into the air. Clark hardly even pauses before he thrusts Kensou -straight- upwards, so high his body briefly touches against the roof of the bus. As he descends, he will be once more introduced, spine-first, to Clark's skull with one tremendous CRACK of power. "BOOYEAH!" Striking a pose, Clark doesn't even stop there. His Retarded Geese Face shining brilliantly in the artificial light, Clark once -more- tosses Kensou straight through the air, his spine cracking again against Clark's skull. In another pose, Clark points towards the sky before he launches Kensou once more through the air, introducing him, back-first, to his skull... before dropping down to a knee, gripping Kensou by shoulder and back, and swinging DOWN, slamming the Chinese fighter's back once more against his kneecap before -thrusting- him away and through the air.
"THAT is the true SUPER SECRET CERTAIN DEATH ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE!!"
Again with the grabbing, and the backbreakers! Kensou is going to have to come down as definitively anti-backbreaker, after all of this. Thrown and backbreakered and grabbed and tossed and it's all kinds of not fun for Sie Kensou right about now, especially as he's hurled into the air... And the movement of the bus means he's falling onto the open street. "Aw hell," mutters the Psycho Soldier as he sees his predicament, twisting as he falls... And smashing down onto the hood of a car. He leaps /off/ of that hood to grab the next streetlight, using it to vault himself forward, crashing down onto the hood of still another car, one running alongside the bus... And then he's half-jumping half-running /up the side of the freaking bus/.
Catching the edge of the roof, he flips over it, his momentum turning directly towards Clark, landing in a low crouch in front of the Ikari Warrior. What could he be planning, after this impressive feat? He's going to simply kick straight upwards at Clark's jaw, to knock the commando into the air. "PLAYTIME IS OVER!!" he shouts as he does so, blatantly violating Iori Yagami's trademarks.
If he kicks Clark up, then Kensou actually /follows/, leaping after the older man to unleash a furious combination of brutal kickings, suspended improbably in the air over the bus before kicking him /down/, and then dropping in what has every appearance of being an enormous axe-kick across the hopefully prone grappler's gut, on the floor of the bus Kensou has been introduced to so many times by the commando. And as he does this all, he will shout: DRAGON GOD... TERRIBLE GLEAMING RENDING KICK!!"
"Wot the bloody 'ell did you do?" Staring out the window of the bus to watch Kensou's antics, the diva just blinks her wide eyes several times. One thing can be said for all of this - it's certainly a new experience for her. Good thing she's not the one being tossed outside though!
"OH WOW! Did'ja see that? Lookit, lookit!" The tourists are nearly jumping off the edge of their seats watching the fight now. It's exciting! It's amazing! It's not exactly what they were thinking they were going to see on a tour of the city today! More than one has a camcorder, digicam, cell phone camera... anything to try and catch the fight, along with pictures of themselves so that they can prove they were in on the action.
One lucky spectator gets to actually be part of the fun again, as Arika leapfrogs over his back, grabs the overhead bar and swings from it for a moment while she waits for Kensou to reappear. Taking too long though, and since she doesn't want to waste the advantage she has from this location, she swings back and kicks out a window. Before the momentum draws her out into oncoming traffic, she swings back in and angles her feet toward the back of Clark's head attempting to coordinate her attack with Kensou's.
COMBATSYS: Kensou successfully hits Clark with Shinryuu Seiou Rekkyaku.
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COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Clark with Strong Kick.
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Again, Clark is attacked by both Kensou and the Chaos Agent. Something strikes a severely odd chord in Steel about this affair, but he doesn't really have much time to consider it when he's being kicked repeatedly by the Chinese Psychic and Pop Star Diva. There's no real time to react at -all-, really, until he's repeatedly beat on by two people at once. Again. Things work out quite oddly.
Pummelled relentlessly by the physics-defying Kensou, Clark gets a bloody lip for all his troubles and a slightly bruised face. As he lands, he's also kicked in the back of the head courtesy of Arika, similarly getting hit in a painful manner and striking the bus floor with a shuddering thud. There is silence, for a long moment, as Clark tries to figure out what just happened. And then, he just wobbily stands back up, wipes the blood from his mouth, and blinks. "... huh."
Without much further adieu, Clark simply throws himself foreward, seeking to tackle Kensou -straight- into the ground again before he can fully recover, from there, they'll roll over and over across the buss floor to disorient the Chinese boy, before Steel simply lifts the other man up by his torso, and SLAMS him into the ground to knock his head solidly against the ground floor. "For Southtown...! ... ugh." And then he'll just roll off, because getting kicked a lot by two people hurts.
COMBATSYS: Clark can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Kensou with Rolling Cradle.
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Kensou 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Arika
Well, what's the point of having MYSTERIOUS PSYCHIC POWERS along with all the secrets of thousands of years of Chinese martial arts if you can't make physics your bitch? Seriously.
Kensou flips back off of the axe kick to Clark, actually using the Ikari as his springboard, and lands once more in a low three-point stance. The audience should feel honoured! It's not often that Kensou busts out this, his mightiest of techniques, the culmination of the kung fu taught to him by the legendary (and legendarily drunk) Chin Gentsai.
"An' /that/, is why you never - EVER - mess with Sie Kensou!!" the Psycho Soldier pronounces, once more pointing with great drama and gravitas at Clark. Who is running at him for some reason. "Hey, what, you just--" once more, whatever Kensou would say is cut off as he gets caught by the brawny commando, and ends up rolling with him across the floor. DO NOT WANT. Especially as he ends up knocked right on the head, and spawling on the floor. "Ugh..." mutters he, clearly unable to continue.
"Did... Anybody get th' number a' that... Bus...?"
COMBATSYS: Kensou takes no action.
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Arika 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Kensou can no longer fight.
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Even with all the antics and injuries (not to mention floor dirt, ungh), they're still making jokes? Arika tilts her head at that, then gives it the tiniest of shakes. Looks like both of them are ready to make a pit stop. A brief nod is given to the crowd of tourists on the bus and she grins. "Seems to be a draw! Now, don't mind us..."
Twisting around, she heads to the front to tap the driver on the shoulder and have him pull over into a designated area. Medics are outside waiting on the off chance either of the other two feel they need it. One medic even boards the bus to check for injuries of the passengers.
Takes a while to get there and get these things done, but once the bus is stopped, the diva slips off it with a quick fist pump and a, "Enjoy Southtown, folks!" She doesn't want to take away too much from the two 'fallen' fighters. Truthfully? She just wants to get off the moving arena before the full feeling of motion sickness settles in.
COMBATSYS: Arika has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:41:01 08/04/2007 by Kensou, and last modified on 19:14:18 08/07/2007.