Description: [Arika vs. Vyle] Everyone else has disembarked to their proper fight locations, but two are left aboard the bus on the way for the Suiryuu. Direction from the bus driver states that the last one on the bus gets to go aboard... but there's more than one way to remain the last one ON the bus. [Winner: Vyle]
The Red bus for the Jinchuu participants rolls on, having dropped off nearly all its passengers to their destinations, and the challenges that await them there.
Well...all except two. Two Punkish individuals remain on the bus, and one of them, in purple and green to a sickening level, seems to be getting fed up as the bush continues tor oll on....and....on...and..... "HEY!! WHERE THE HELL'S OUR STOP, YOU GODDAMN IDIOT?!" Vyle shouts, slamming his feet into the bus seat in front of him, apparently lacking patience at this point. Standing up, he starts toward the driver....when....
*Bing* "We are enroute for the Suiryuu," the driver announces over the intercom. "Last one on the bus gets to go aboard." Well.....at least they finally know why they're still on the bus....
Feigning disinterest the entire ride, the punk rock princess has sat, knees drawn up to her chest. One arm rests around them, earbuds attached to an iPod (not actually playing anything) in her ears. Eyes perpetually gazing out the window. Every fighter that has disembarked has been watched with seemingly idle interest, and at each stop she's shifted in her seat to get more 'comfortable' and let herself 'zone out' again.
Question is, why the ruse?
Sometimes one finds things much easier by watching quietly from the sidelines than actively participating in anything.
A loud voice draws her attention (how could it not on a veritably empty bus?) and she blinks. Ooookay. Guy looks like a Joker throwback from one of those Batman movies; only without all the theatrical clown makeup. Before the driver announces anything, Arika shakes her head. Looks like this is it.
Last stop.
Everyone out.
Since they're not stopping, she's guessing whoever cooked up this little cult scheme has decided to have a wee bit of fun with her. Fighting on moving objects is not really a forte of hers. Earbuds are plucked from her ears and quickly shoved into her pocket. The diva slides out of her seat, stands up and pops her neck from side to side while stretching.
"Seems to me we got two ways to do this, mate." Pausing, she glances around the bus.
"We fight to see who gains access to the pretty lil' ship, or we make sure we're both still standin' aboard when we reach our destination."
Well, isn't this nice. Last stop is the ship itself. And last one on the bus gets to go on. As Vyle notices the same thing Arika does (that the bus isn't stopping...not that they're anywhere near the harbor anyways), the wrestler gets a little idea going here. And when Arika sets out the 'two ways' she sees, the wrestler smirks, pulling out one of his belongings, a black, boombox with purple and green speakers, immediately turning it on. "Yeah...or we could do it another way...." he says, before hitting play, a booming track suddenly playing:
o/` Everybody (C'mon)! / If you with it (C'mon)! / If you're ready (C'mon)! / If you want it (C'mon!) / Bring it on (C'mon) / Come along (C'mon) / S-T-Y L-E-S Beyond....
And as the track hits a crescendo...Vyle suddenly leaps across the aisle at Arika, trying to latch his arms around her head and toss her around toward one of the windows. After all...the driver said 'last one on'....and Arika can't be the last one on if she's thrown off the bus before the last stop, right?
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Arika has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Arika fails to counter Dead Spiral from Vyle with Diva Allegro.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Arika
A boombox?
Arika gives the guy a very incredulous look for that. As the music plays, she sets herself up in a defensive stance. Body leaping at her, she jabs her hand upward in order to stop it... but unfortunately he's moving a little more quickly than she estimated. Latched up in his arms, she rolls her eyes.
"And wot way is that, precisely? You goin' to try dancin' with me?"
As the last word leaves her lips, her body crashes against the window. Too bad it wasn't open, or she might have slipped right through onto the street. As it is though, she mutters in a disgruntled fashion and starts to push herself up off of the seat.
Yeah....Vyle was somewhat hoping she'd just crash through the glass, but new advances in auto safety seem to work against him this day. DAMN YOU, DETROIT!!!
Either way, as Vyle sends Arika out crashing against the wall of the Bus, the wrestler smiles. "Oh...you'll have to figure that out yourself. Just going by what the driver said, eh? Remember, this is a thinking man's game!" He of course has the balls to emphasize "MAN" too, as if just TRYING to piss the princess off, even as he tries to grab her by the arm and sling her toward the back of the bus.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Fast Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Arika
Piss her off? Not quite. His words just get a feminine little snort from the diva and another roll of the eyes. Like she hasn't run into his type before? How many idiotic, male chauvinist pigs did she and the band have to deal with back in the sleazy, seedy pubs of London anyhow? Too many to count, and this one? May think he has the balls, but he's yet to actually prove it to her.
Body tenses as she slides down the aisle, and before hitting the emergency exit at the back of the bus Arika is able to push herself back up to her feet. Deep blue eyes peer down the length toward her opponent and she shakes her head. "Guess you'd better start thinkin' then instead'a just usin' your supposed brawn." Pause. "Might want to think 'bout takin' a shower too. Unless I'm thoroughly mistaken, it ain't the driver that's stinkin' this place up."
Rushing down the narrow aisle, the punk rock princess chambers her right fist. Seconds before reaching him, she swings it outward... only she keeps it far enough back that it won't connect. A distractionary tactic to hide the fact that her left foot is being slammed forward with an alarming amount of force as she attempts to nail him where the sun don't shine.
Sure, she's typically more of a face, but those -were- fighting words he issued.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Arika
The rudo brings a hand up to stop the fist...but that doesn't leave him completely unguarded as the low blow comes in. Oh, he's used to those, in and out of the ring. When her foot comes in, the free hand comes down to stop it at the elbow, slowing it enough to trap the leg with his thighs before it can hit home. "Mnnh....maybe I am, huh?"
Smirking, Vyle lets go of her legs long enough to leap up. Even with the low clearance of the bus, he can still get high enough to try and drop kick Arika, thrusting both feet out into her chest. Sure, Emergency exits are pretty sturdy, but even they can be jarred open sometimes by enough weight slamming into it...like a human body? Maybe? Who knows!
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Arika
Whatever the case may be, we're not about to find out yet! See, the problem with trying to gain height in such an enclosed space is that it allows the other person to very clearly see what's about to happen and it allows them to simply drop back and out of the way. And afterward? They can kip right back up to their feet all Matrix-style, and set themselves right back up into a defensive stance.
"Well if it ain't me and it ain't the driver... that leaves only one person."
So, it should be pretty obvious who that is.
Since her opponent seems to be distracted with sending her flying out of the bus, she might just as well return the favor. Dashing toward him again, she chambers her right hand into a fist. This time though, she's got every intention of trying to hit him with it. Sending the fist upward toward his jaw in a quick but sturdy jab, the diva waits to see if it's enough to send him back to the front of the bus.
COMBATSYS: Vyle endures Arika's Jab Punch!
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Arika
Kipping up to his feet after his missed drop kick, Vyle sees Arika coming after him with her fist. This time, he simply rushes in, arm hung out as her jab collides with his face. "Mnghhhh....you know, if you spent less time worried about stink, and more time worried about 'win'...." he says, before he tries to transfer over into a choke hold, hand grabbing for her throat and trying to simply thrust her head first into that emergency exit.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Arika with Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Arika
WHAM!
Head hitting metal has left the diva in a slight daze. Doesn't stop her from breaking free of the choke hold though, and as she raises to full height, she rubs her noggin.
"Don't get it, do you? It ain't 'bout 'win', it's 'bout gettin' on that ship."
Shaking off the attack, and utilizing the close proximity, Arika grins. For once, that boombox of his that's blasting music might actually come in handy. Feet begin moving to the track that's currently playing, in time with the beat. Shoulders pop up as she does this, and yes, it actually does look like she intends on 'dancing' herself to a win. Whirling herself into a pirouette she rotates her hip slightly and then slams out a roundhouse kick toward his upper chest, trying to knock them -both- back away from that door.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Arika's Rhythmic Roundhouse.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Arika
Vyle cackles as he manages to bash Arika into the exit door. Smirking, he watches ARika start to move her groove and such, and get into a dance, before trying to roundhouse the wrestler. Ducking underneath and rolling behind her, he reaches for the emergency exit handle, jamming it down and letting the door open wide, the rush of the open road audible behind them now. "EXACTLY! And that, my dear, is what the win is! HEY! DRIVER!! SPEED UP, WHY DON'T YA?" he shouts. The driver does just that....and as the speed increases, Vyle suddenly dives to shoulderblock into Arika's knees, trying to get her off balance enough between the increasing velocity of the bus and undercut legs to falll through the opening.
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Vyle's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Arika
Okay, there are two things the diva doesn't like to do. One just happens to be standing on a bus when it's gaining speed. Ignoring Vyle, she simply dives into a seat and waits until things even out a little. Thankfully, this works to her favor and she's able to avoid being knocked to the floor again... or worse... being tossed out to the pavement below.
Once it looks like she'd be able to keep her balance, Arika starts to climb along the tops of the seats until she reaches the back of the buss. Grabbing the exit handle, she allows herself to hang outside of the bus for a moment before swinging her feet back up and in, causing the emergency exit to slam shut again. This gives her enough momentum to try and slam her feet into his chest and knock him backward.
"Exactly," she says calmly. "And if we both manage to stay -on- the bus, they 'ave to let us -both- on. Use yer 'ead a lil' wee bit."
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Medium Kick from Arika with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
Oh no, you don't. Vyle's the one doing the dropkicking here.
As Arika swings the exit shut and flies at him with feet extended, Vyle turns, back planted against the side of one of the seats to let her fly past. Then, his arm swings down against her chest, grabbing her and thrusting her down as he drops to one knee, forcing her back down on his other knee in a vicious backbreaker. "Or, you know, I can kick you off right here, right now, and cut down on the competition, hrm?" Cackling, his theme still pumping and set on loop, the wrestler pushes her off his knee, backing up and trying to make a retreat toward the front of the bus now. If sending her out the back won't do, maybe he can find a way to send her out the other way...
So, things don't always turn out as planned. A backbreaker like that is surely enough to do anyone in though, right? Arika simply grits her teeth and bears it. Not like she hasn't felt something along those lines a million times before. Helps having a wrestler as your sparring partner sometimes.
Oh, that's not to say that it didn't hurt. She's just going to push past the pain and continue on, despite how badly things are going for her at the moment.
"Could, but who said I was competition anyhow," she manages to get out between clenched teeth.
Eyes turn to the boombox; the sound of the music starting to annoy her. If it were anything -good- she'd likely not mind but this? She's had enough of it. Taking hold of it, she lifts it up and inspects it while he makes his retreat. With the object in her hands, she staggers back up to her feet and smirks. Then the black boombox goes flying toward the front of the bus, more specifically toward Vyle's head. Doesn't matter if it hits him or not, chances are it'll go through the windshield either way. She hopes.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Arika's Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
The option is easy for Vyle. Arika is his enemy. Windows are his enemy. So why not let enemy hit enemy and kill two birds with one stone...or something like that?
The Boombox flies, and before it gets too close to hitting the wrestler, Vyle quickly grabs one of the poles near the door, swinging himself around and letting the stereo fly out the windshield, glass flying back into the bus, forcing the driver to shield his eyes a bit. "Well, if you're here, then you're competition. And that means...." Then, swinging himself back again, he tries to brace himself on the driver's seat and force his leg underneath the Driver's own, trying to stomp down on the brake pedal and make a nice, sharp stop that hopes to send Arika flying forward once more.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Fast Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
Flying forward the diva goes, but she doesn't go too far before grabbing a support bar and swinging herself back around. Deep blue eyes roll to the ceiling again as she plants her feet firmly on the ground, still holding the bar. "You got it all wrong, mate. Ain't 'bout to explain it to ya, but I -ain't- 'ere for wotever prize money that bloody cultist wants to 'and out." If there even really -is- prize money.
Glaring at him now, she shrugs her shoulders. She's hurting. Not doing very well at all, in fact. But she's got to stay on this bus as long as she can. Tightening her hold on the bar with her left hand, she leans as far forward as she can and slams the knuckles of her right in toward Vyle's nose.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Jab Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
Pulling himself back up to his feet (after the recovered driver glares at him for such a dangerous stunt), Vyle turns back around, sneering as he notes Arika's still on her feet. Damn. This is harder than it should have been. Damn those tenacious ones. Just like the newbie faces who were scripted to be so damn persevering before they finally fall.
Either way, when the jab comes, Vyle brings a hand up to catch the punch and push it aside, a small sting of his hand all that he feels of the punch. "Whatever he's selling, I'm going to make sure it's worth it, even if I have to choke him with his own damn mask," he says with a rather wicked sneer....before he tries to twist Arika's wrist, kick her in the stomach to double her over, then rise up and drop a leg across the back of her neck.
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Vyle's Combo Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
Well imagine that! Arika just happens to be one of those newbie faces who's just so scripted to be so damned persevering it's annoying. Just ask around. Surely there's a few who'll attest to it.
"Good luck with that, mate, but like I said..." Yanking her wrist back before he can grab it, she drops quickly to the ground to avoid the kick and then rolls toward the back of the bus. "... intend on bein' on that ship one way or another." No matter if she's got to stow herself away somewhere, or make other plans so that she can 'drop in'.
Kipping up to her feet once again, she disregards the broken glass and launches herself into a cartwheel. This isn't done for show, or to play around. It's done with a purpose; and that's to slam her foot into his face.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Arika's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
However, Vyle's a little too quick, wheeling around and avoiding the cartwheeling kick that Arika sends his way. Snorting, Vyle tries to get behind her, and once she's on her feet again, grab her around the waist. "It'll be hard to do that with a broken neck and ROADRASH!!" he shouts. If he gets her, he'd lift up, and wing her down in a rather nasty german suplex down onto the stairs right near the bus door, with the obvious intent of sending her THROUGH said door.
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Vyle's Strong Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Arika
Behind her he gets, but she swings forward quick enough to avoid being grabbed. Arika glances back at him and shrugs. "You really -are- a 'eel, y'know that?" Considering that a broken neck -usually- means death, it's now apparent to the little princess that he's not only lost sight of the goal, but is just a wee bit insane to boot.
Reaching toward him with both hands, she tries draw him in for a simple hip toss. Only, instead of being simple she's got every intention of twisting her body and angling him out the broken windshield.
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Vyle with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Arika
Well, that sucked.
Not only did the attempted German get busted, but it's completely turned around as Arika ends up hip tossing him toward the same windshield he was trying to wring her out of. He doesn't go all the way through...but the landing leaves much to be desired as he gets slammed right onto the hundreds of shards of safety glass that jab into his back. Better than real glass, but it still hurts like a bitch, like thumbtacks. And he knows something about being slammed onto thumbtacks. Grunting in pain, he glares at Arika, pulling himself back into the bus forcibly as his hands tug onto the inside of the dash. "That's what I'm supposed to be, sister!" he shouts back, before trying to clothesline her down with one extended arm.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Arika
"If you say so," she mutters as she watches him swing back in. Too bad the bus didn't speed up and knock him off, but it was worth a shot. An arm stops the clothesline from slamming against her neck and knocking her back, but it does cause her to have to re-evaluate her footing. As she does this, she slides herself in behind him and tries to get her leg around front and in between his.
Whether she manages that or not, her right arm is reaching around his head to lock Vyle up that way as well. Hopefully, she'll catch him one way or another. Should she do that, her left hand forms a claw-like shape and she makes a grab for his stomach so that she can apply enough pressure to force him down onto the bus floor.
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Vyle with Dominant Diva.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Arika
Wow...this seems...rather familiar. ALmost like a move Vyle's done before.
Either way, it catches Vyle, his clothesline seemingly doing him in as it pounds him into the ground with viciousness. Coughing up as he's slammed into the ground and a hand thrust into his stomach, the luchadore seems rather...out of it, clutching himself in pain. That is, of course, until he rolls over, trying to trip Arika up and catch her into a rather interesting hold...of course, that all depends on him actually dragging Arika to the ground first.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Arika with Strong Throw.
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Arika
Tripping Arika successfully, Vyle quickly gets to his feet, bringing himself up to put both his feet at each side of ARika's head. Then, twisting over, he brings himself over into almost a sort of handstand, dragging Arika back up to her own feet forcibly. Then, with a final twist of his whole body, he snaps about, Tossing arika with all his weight into the doors of the bus, his own body crashing just beneath the radio console of the dash. "NGhhh...."
Well.
This isn't exactly the best predicament to be in.
Doors crash open, and the punk rock princess tumbles out them. For a long moment, it looks as though she's a goner. Unfortunately for Vyle, there isn't a loud SPLAT on the concrete, nor is there a body ragdolling around on the asphalt.
See. Arika is a resourceful lil' thing, and though her boots are scrapping against the ground (and quickly getting holes in the sole), she's still got hold of the edge of the door. It takes a bit of work, but she manages to pull herself back into the bus... and she actually growls at him.
Breathing raggedly, she glares at Vyle. "Still... don't get it... do you?" She's fairly certain that it's not about who wins, it's about who fulfills the task in front of them. In her mind, they can -both- do that if he wasn't being so pig-headed. Feet begin to bounce once more as tries to find stable footing. Instead of swinging around into a kick though, her head bops forward a little. Then she's swinging it in a large circle. Almost spastically, really. After doing this a few times, she slams it forward in an attempt to crash her skull against the wrestler's nose.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Harmonic Headbang from Arika with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Arika
Vyle gets it...at least, he believes he gets it. It's about intelligence, and using it to fulfill a task. And the driver said rather specifically, 'last one on gets to go aboard. And right now, that's the goal, isn't it? Unlike her, he doesn't believe that both of them staying aboard will let them both go on. And as he already figured out, the best way to be the last one on is to make sure the other doesn't even make it to that last stop.
Thusly, he pushes on in making sure that Arika, already out that door, STAYS out that door. When she tries to do her little swinging headbang headbutt, Vyle's ready. Rather than let her score the hit, Vyle snaps out, dropping to the ground and hitting her dead on with a spinning back kick that strikes her outstretched head. Meant to send her up usually, instead Vyle keeps his legs hooked against her head upon striking her, trying to scissor both legs around her neck and driving her face first into the edge fo the steps for one last slam.
It is about intelligence, and fulfilling the task. 'Last one on' doesn't necessarily mean last one -in- the bus either though, and at this point, Arika is thinking things would best be taken outside anyhow.
She's about to get the chance, whether she wanted it or not. Her face catches the edge of the step, and it's only by a smidge of luck that the pointy edge of the stairs doesn't impale her face. It does catch her on the chin, and she's definitely going to need stitches, but that's a minor injury.
Before her body can be slammed down to the road, she twists it around and tries one last thing. A last ditch effort, from the position she's in now. Both fists chamber up, and she brings them up simultaneously so that she can pound out a beat on the sides of his head. Should the first punch land, there will be a dizzying barrage of them to follow.
COMBATSYS: Arika can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Arika's Drum Solo.
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Still on the ground after slamming Arika's face into the steps with his legs, Vyle smirks, feeling he's got this won. Still, Arika has some fight left in her, as she tries to pound into his head with a barrage of punches into his temples. This is easily remedied, though, as he rolls back in a somersault, pulling himself out of her range. "Not today, punky."
He's out of range, she's still in the bus. Well, Arika's got to act quick to get out of this all. Not out of the cult tourney, but out of this fight and back in the 'game' so to speak. Winking once at Vyle, she does what the driver said to do. Be the last one -on- the bus. Kicking open the door with her remaining energy, she grabs hold of the top of the bus and hoists herself up onto it. Here's to hoping they aren't -that- far from the location on which to board the ship. Even if she can't get on because of out-smarting semantics, she intends on sneaking on some other way. Though she's not entirely sure -how- yet, she's bound and determined to get aboard.
Blink. Blinkblink. Blinkblinkblink.
....well, she's no longer on the bus. At least, by Vyle's measure. That means he's won, right? He did what he was supposed to do to get onto the Suiryuu. Well, either way, he starts to laugh. And Laugh. And Laugh. And Laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STUPID LITTLE PUNK!" he cackles, pounding his fist in his hysteria before he finally pops back up to his feet, dusting himself off and limping slightly. He'll live, and he's taken enough bumps before to know how to work through them. "Heh...so onward to the ship, huh?" he says to the driver, plopping down across one of the seats in the front of the bus. One stage down....
Of course, there is that strange sound coming from the roof...but he'll get to that later...
COMBATSYS: Vyle has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:10:06 08/22/2007 by Arika, and last modified on 14:17:50 08/25/2007.