Description: Raizo Imawano finally bites the bullet and visits Kurow Kirishima on the pretext of being worried about Rugal Bernstein's apparent interest in the boy. Predictably, they then beat each other senseless.
It is a calm, peaceful, ordinary Sunday on the campus of Justice High School. The sun is up, the sky is bright, and there is no class to be had. Students are working hard - or hardly working, whatever their preference may be. Those who meet Justice's rigid standards will go on to greatness; those who do not will go on to wherever their fortunes carry them. Who is which is a matter of no small fascination, among both the students and teachers alike.
At the door to the room of one of the young men seemingly poised to reach the very peak of greatness - Kurow Kirishima - comes a quiet, modest knock.
How fortunate Raizo is to catch Kirishima at a moment when he is actually precisely where he 'should' be, where he is listed as being -- Lord knows those only come once every million years. Kurow is, in fact, in his dorm room, working on some fiendish plot or another... or maybe just calculus. Who knows? Whatever the case may be, Kurow is here to answer Raizo's knock... and does so in almost no time at all.
What emerges from Kurow's room is the picture-perfect model of a Justice High student, still in his uniform, clean, alert, confident in his bearing. If he is at all worried about seeing Raizo Imawano here, he doesn't show it. "Ah, Principal!" he says, giving a respectful bow. "Hello!"
And the Principal it is.
Raizo Imawano stands there in his business suit, looking ominously massive and TERRIFYINGLY IMPOSING!! His monocle glints in the light of the hallway, despite the fact that he is not currently facing it.
And then that ominous mountain of a man...chortles.
"Hello, Mr. Kirishima!!" Raizo laughs. "It's good to see you hard at work! On a Sunday, even! How good, how good. With a work ethic like that, you'll graduate with flying colors!"
He slides an enormous foot into the frame of the door, and adds, with that huge, maniac grin, "I would like to talk to you about a fefw things. May I come in?"
Kirishima looks at Raizo quizzically for a moment; he is surprised, perhaps, that Raizo would come to talk about something as unimportant (in Kurow's mind) as academics, when there is far more that Raizo no doubt knows about what Kurow's been up to lately. Regardless, Kurow nods to the mountain of a man, saying, "Please, come in, Principal Imawano."
Kirishima's room looks roughly as any boy at Justice's would; one curious thing, though, is that he's beginning to decorate. It's clear this is a recent thing -- all the relatively 'nice-looking' parts of Kurow's decor (paintings, a rug that must have cost at least the entirety of one SNF win's purse) still have that "brand new" feel to them. Perhaps the borderline-ascetic lifestyle no longer holds appeal.
"What is it you'd like to talk about?" He certainly does a good job of playing innocent.
Raizo may or may not be playing dumb. He's old, now. Maybe he really is just senile? But no, that spark in his eye, the razor-edged gaze with which he assesses the interior of Kurow's room...that's not the stuff of an old man.
"Decorating, eh?" Raizo laughs. "Good, good, with how you've been doing lately, it's good to see that you've been settling in. I'd be worried about you, if all that prize money sat in a bank account somewhere."
Raizo would not be worried about /any other student/ doing that. But if Kurow saves up large amounts of money, bad things happen. Raizo surely knows this.
Then the old man's eyes turn back on Kurow, and that half-crazy, half-paternal smile comes back. "I've been watching you on the Saturday Night Fights, young man! I'm quite a fan, you know. Own every tape and DVD! Your fighting's pretty impressive!"
A more dangerous gleam enters his eye, and he adds, something like sobriety creeping into his tone, "So impressive that apparently you've caught the attention of that old crackpot Rugal Bernstein."
Now how is someone like Kurow going to handle /that/ one? He could just out-and-out deny it, certainly, but that would both insult Raizo's intelligence (a bad move, for certain) and also put him in a somewhat untenable position, caught in the room with no way of getting out should Raizo find the lie unsatisfactory. "I'm not surprised you have an interest," he says, cracking a smile. "We share the same style -- I know if I were in your shoes, I'd want to see what the next generation of Imawano-ryu fighters was up to." Albeit not for the same reasons.
Kurow finally addresses the question of Rugal Bernstein, saying, "Ah, yes. Rugal and I have exchanged words on occasion -- we had a chance meeting when I was out of the country for a little while. He's quite the fighter -- even if you think he's a crackpot." Kurow does not mention other things about Rugal, though. He does not mention his training. He does not mention his trips to the Black Noah. After all -- /that/ isn't Raizo's business.
Raizo laughs. "Well, by that I mean, he's a very mysterious man - don't you know? Very few know much about him. Just hosts King of Fighters one year and then poof! Gone. Like a ghost. Men with that kind of power and prestige can be a little kooky, you know?"
Kurow is probably learning that very well right now.
"But you're right...he is quite a fighter. He actually came down the other day - I'm surprised you didn't hear! He wished a challenge. I was able to handle him...but yes, you're quite right. He is a more than able fighter."
Raizo gains many things by telling Kurow this. The sheer weight of being able to defeat Rugal Bernstein in single combat, no matter how narrowly, is not something to be ignored. Especially when you suspect that the person you're mentioning this to has a vested interest in Rugal...of some kind.
"Which is why..." Raizo says, squaring his broad shoulders, rising to about as high as he can with that slouched back. "...I thought we should talk. The attentions of a man like that are quite dangerous, Mr. Kirishima."
It is very hard to resist the urge to roll eyes at the talk of how 'kooky' men with that amount of power are; after all, those who live in glass houses should not throw stones, and Raizo, yes, is rather kooky himself. Fortunately for both parties, Kurow knows better than to show a man like Raizo that kind of disrespect.
"I'd heard of it, but only rumors around campus -- nothing more," Kirishima replies, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible in spite of the fact that he /does/ have a vested interest in Rugal Bernstein, and vice-versa. "And -- tch. You think I can't handle myself around a man like Rugal Bernstein?"
It's only natural to get defensive when one takes pride in one's talent and power, after all -- at least, that's what it /seems/ like Kurow is doing. "I was very impressed with the way he conducted himself when we met; he's possessed of a great deal of decorum. I'm surprised you think he's so dangerous beyond the field of battle." /There's/ a lie.
"My boy," Raizo says, with that (probably INCREDIBLY infuriating, which is entirely intentional) paternal look on his monstrous face, "I'd be worried about /anyone/ dealing with a man like that. You're right - he's quite polite. Charming, kind...and powerful. He could be a saint, yes. He could be the most powerful, wisest man to ever walk this Earth."
His hands flex, the only warning Kurow is going to get.
"But men of mystery are men of danger. That's the way this world is."
Raizo takes a moment, plucking his monocle out of his eye with one hand and cleaning it with a practiced, steady hand using a cloth in his pocket. "And in any case, I've heard quite reliable rumors that he has something of a taste for battle, and that those who do not rise to his challenges do not experience happy times. And as a master of the same style you use, I'm deeply concerned about your wellfare, should you go too far into things."
He pops the monocle back in his eye.
"Which is why, young man, I am now going to throw you out of your window."
His hand snaps out toward Kurow's neck.
COMBATSYS: Raizo has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kurow has joined the fight here.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kurow
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Kurow with Quick Throw.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kurow
And when he gets a good grip, he FLINGS the boy right out of his window, before bounding out right after him, cackling, "GAME ON! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT, M'BOY!"
If there's one thing Kurow knows how to do, it's roll with a toss -- but he makes one fatal error: moving too early. When Raizo's hands come out toward him, he finds himself immediately tossed out the window -- on the one hand, this gives him a rather long fall to deal with, only barely mitigating it with a quick roll upon landing. On the other, it lets him think on Raizo's words.
How little Raizo knows, Kurow thinks to himself, if any of those words are true -- Rugal, while possessed of great decorum, could not be called kind. Wolfgang Krauser, a man genuinely interested in humanity, could barely be called 'kind' -- and Rugal shares the man's brutality without his desire for universal improvement. Kindness doesn't even enter in.
"You certainly have an interesting way of showing that kindness," Kurow groans, stepping back and watching Raizo plummet from the window. He keeps his eyes trained on the man, waiting for him to come in rather than taking the initiative -- this may be the only opportunity Kurow has to stop and smell the roses, as it were, and he certainly isn't going to waste it.
COMBATSYS: Kurow focuses on his next action.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kurow
Oh, kind was just an adjective.
He doesn't actually know much, but he certainly does not believe Rugal is in any way a nice guy.
"Yes!" Raizo laughs at Kurow's groan. He impacts hard, the ground splintering around his massive weight. Through the thin layer of dust his impact kicks up, his eyes seem darker, wreathed in ominous shadow, a sparkling, deadly crimson light gleaming out from his eyes...
Raizo Imawano is a ninja master. Kurow is also a ninja - but to discount Raizo for his age, for his position, for anything, these would be the very height of idiocy and hubris.
As the dust settles, Raizo grins out at Kurow, standing up straight, rolling his neck and adopting a combat posture, his eyes hanging on Kurow's every move.
"You're Imawano, boy. You know by now that tough love is the name of the game," the old man says.
COMBATSYS: Raizo focuses on his next action.
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Raizo 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kurow
/That/ manages to get Kurow's attention -- not the combat stance, not the deadly crimson light... but calling Kurow Imawano. There are many things Kirishima is, certainly. He is a practicioner of Imawano-ryu. He is the last surviving core member of the Darkside Society Organization (as it existed under that name). What he is not, and refuses to be, is Imawano.
That prompts him to charge. "That's certainly one way of putting it," he hisses, taking the opportunity Raizo allows him and coming in to strike. "The only thing I share with the Imawano, however, is a style of fighting." His hands dip into his pockets for a second, and retrieve the chosen weapons of his style -- those nasty, vicious claws.
Older folks have one thing younger folks don't, more often than not, and it's something Kurow spots immediately: higher blood pressure. This is something he can capitalize on, he thinks, if he can make Raizo bleed -- and he knows just how. Leaping up toward the man, he extends both arms, trying to sink his claws into the man's massive throat -- and then spin /around/ him, keeping his grip with both hands. After the second time around, if he makes it that far, he digs them in hard enough to /stop/, locking his arm around Raizo's face in the process, and the momentum carries Raizo down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Raizo endures Kurow's Circle Slash.
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Raizo 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Kurow
"Yes," Raizo says, grinning a little ar Kurow's reaction. Doesn't like that? Interesting. "You're right. You aren't Imawano, you're just /trained/ Imawano. But that makes you close enough by my book." Cruel. Heartless. Utterly amoral. They claim to destroy evil, but their methods - doesn't that make them also evil?
Raizo's neck is lacerated in a horrible, vicious dance of blades and blood, his voice failing him, his neck a bloody mess in short order. Kurow isn't kidding. He seems to have touched a nerve.
...but Raizo Imawano does not back down.
He positions himself carefully, and as Kurow uses sheerest momentum to hurl Raizo to the earth, the old man tumbles, but plants his hands, leaping up again with blood dripping away from his neck, healing rapidly with that peculiar speed that all powerful warriors possess...
...and when he lands, he looks Kurow right in the eyes, bares his claws, and in complete defiance of Kurow's vicious assault, roars, "KYOUJYUU REPPA!!" before launching himself at Kurow, moving forward at speed and simply slashing, slashing, slashing, again and again, with powerful, terrifying force.
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Kurow with Kyoujyuu Reppa.
- Power hit! -
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Raizo 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Kurow
Kurow has rarely, if ever, seen success with that technique -- which makes it all the more surprising when Raizo uses it to such tremendous effect. The rushing slashes catch Kurow in the chest, ripping through his Justice High uniform in virtually no time -- on the one hand, it's a vicious laceration that extends across his full chest, and could easily cost him this fight with Raizo in a few short moves. ... on the other... he's no longer wearing a top. Bleeding though he is, he's free to move -- and that's a dangerous thing, with Kurow Kirishima.
The youth glares at Raizo as he slowly pulls the bloody smear that is his body back up off the ground, squinting at Raizo. "... you use your size to quite the advantage," he groans, as he takes slow, deep breaths, trying to center himself. "... but then again, that also means..." A faint 'heh' escapes his lips, before he comes in with a hard strike toward Raizo's gut with one hand, trying to leave some deep claw marks a little lower on Raizo's body. Perhaps he isn't revealing what 'weakness' he's discovered yet.
COMBATSYS: Kurow successfully hits Raizo with Fierce Strike.
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Raizo 1/-----==/=======|=======\===----\1 Kurow
Raizo is in a whole lot of pain, actually, but probably not as much as Kurow. The last master of Imawano-ryu, after his crushing assault rips Kurow's uniform to shreds, supplies, with what Kurow can by now surely identify as somewhat false cheer, "I'll be sure to pay you back for that coat, Mr. Kirishima!"
And then he turns, and Kurow is dashing in, slashing across his belly. Claws dig in deep, rupturing something that ought not to be ruptured, but that's OK, Raizo can take a few hits. He is in pain. He is in a lot of pain. And although his efforts to simply run right into Kurow's attack and use the momentum to maul him have failed, Raizo is not in any way undone by Kurow's assault.
Rather, as Kurow runs past, the old man whirls around. "Also means what, boy!?" Raizo laughs, hoarsely from pain and the blood in his throat, but he spins around and aims a kick square at Kurow's skull.
COMBATSYS: Kurow parries Raizo's Light Kick!
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Raizo 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Kurow
In spite of Kurow's mounting injuries, Kirishima cracks a smile as he's told that he'll be paid back for the coat, saying, "Thank you, principal." It's starting to look like it's over for Kurow, though -- he may just not be ready for Raizo yet. Perhaps more training from Bernstein is needed... but then, perhaps not. Perhaps Kurow has all the tools he needs at his disposal already.
When Raizo aims that kick at his head, instinct tells him it's coming. It's not something he sees, but something he feels... and when he turns around and slides /under/ the kick, catching it with his hands and using it like a gymnast's bar to build some speed coming in toward Raizo, he's very glad he decided to trust his gut this time.
"It also means, Principal, that you're unable to defend everywhere on your person at once!" he yells as he whirls around Raizo's leg, intensity building to a fever pitch as he whips one hand forward and launches himself right toward Imawano's stomach, looking to dig those cruel claws in...
COMBATSYS: Raizo fails to interrupt Kinki Chikarasui EX from Kurow with Yasha Guruma.
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Raizo 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Kurow
And regardless of what Raizo might try, Kurow sinks those claws deep in, planting his feet firmly on the ground. This is not the surprising part, though -- what may surprise Raizo, really shock him, is when Kurow, using only that one forceful hand, actually begins to lift Raizo off the ground. It's an effort, but it's one that's well worth it, as Kirishima hefts Imawano /over his head/.
"And not only that -- you need every bit of strength you've got in your body to keep it moving, thanks to that mass," he says, cracking a smile as chi begins to seep down his arm, moving from Raizo's aging body into Kurow's youthful form. The fine red mist snakes down one arm, across his chest, and then out through the other arm, vented into the air... but a part of it -- a small part -- stays right with Kirishima.
"And since you need it so badly... I believe I'm going to take it from you." Words, techniques, skils that Raizo no doubt knows well. They aren't just Kurow's words, after all. Another man used similar words, similar tactics years ago... but never passed them down. What is this young man, then, that he carries Mugen Imawano's final technique, the fine control of chi that might well resurrect him from the dead, with him?
No answer comes from Kurow, save a forceful toss squarely into the ground -- a toss full of disdain, and anger. Even if he carries the Imawano family's techniques, he certainly carries no love for /them/.
Raizo feels those claws sinking in, spins half-way around and is already bellowing, "YASH--" before Kurow has him in the air. He can feel it, falling out of him - energy, his very life's blood seeping out of him.
He knows this attack.
Only a few nights ago, Raizo told Hotaru Futaba that the nature of Imawano is nothing less than the complete domination of other human beings through violence, while performing an object lesson of the fact by means of mutilating her with the Imawano signature form, Yasha Guruma, the demon wheel.
Thirty years ago, another man told Raizo this same thing, while mauling him savagely, and sucking the very life from his bones. Raizo screamed that day, and on that night, first began to question the justice his clan so loudly proclaimed was their own.
But another man, Raizo's better in so many ways, smiled, and fell further from glory.
As Kurow throws him to the ground, and Raizo's battered body rolls to a stop - as the old man, savaged, edges an elbow under his mass to slowly, agonizingly rise, to hands, to knees, through blood-stained lips only one word comes, spat like a curse upon the history of the world.
"...Mu...gen."
Kirishima finally allows himself his normal smile. It's not the thing of compassion and kindness that his 'show' smile is -- it's a harsh, cruel thing, carrying with it all the brutality and focus on domination that Mugen had... without the focus on Justice and, in the end, a better Japan (by whatever means necessary). It only lasts a moment.
"Mugen Imawano," Kurow says, his expression becoming more neutral as he steps away for a moment. "A man who knew so much, and yet even he didn't understand the full scope of his knowledge. I don't profess to either, of course -- when he died, he left me with many lessons left to learn... and more to understand the true meaning of."
He looks down at Raizo (only able to do so because the man is on his knees), continuing, "Some of them I've even come to understand at this very academy. Some I've had to go farther afield for." He moves around behind Raizo, saying, "Imawano-ryu -- total domination, but not simply destruction. Mastery. Finding the best that exists -- and making it your own." As if on cue, Kirishima steps forward, launching into a short hop, bringing a technique to bear that Raizo has seen attempted before -- though it is distorted, as it should be, by Imawano-ryu tactics.
Kurow's leg whirls forward, as his entire body is surrounded in a ball of black chi; claw marks whirl around the leg as he swings it out toward the inside of Raizo's leg. He then keeps going if he can get that first strike in, bringing that leg up and along the upper edges of that black ball, dragging Raizo along that sphere of chi; on top of that, the technique continues cutting him with the continually-whirling chi claw-marks, and punishing him more directly with the force of the kick.
COMBATSYS: Raizo interrupts Yasha Guruma from Kurow with Imawano Roppu Zuki.
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Raizo Imawano is on his knees.
It has been many months since a challenger battered Raizo so thoroughly that the old man could not stand. He cannot remember the last time he felt so...
..."Mugen..." Raizo whispers, even as Kurow rambles. "You maniac, so you even..."
A hand rises up, and blood-stained claws clasp around a dirty knee. "So he taught you that much...I see..." Raizo mumbles.
He shifts his weight, putting his other foot beneath him. Slowly, wobbling, he stands. His suit and shirt are ruined. His tie...he lost his tie in that first attack, didn't he. He is breathing hard.
If he is not careful....Kurow could defeat him.
If he is not careful...Kurow could kill him.
To acknowledge these facts is necessary. To accept them is essential.
But to fear them is death itself.
Raizo's eyes burn. "Yes..." he rumbles, his voice regaining its strength. "Yes, the path of Imawano is dominance. Crush. Destroy. Usurp and adapt. Consume." He is standing now, his feet firm and unmoving.
"To wield the mightiest weapons in the world...even if those weapons must be stolen. That is the Imawano way." He watches as Kurow begins. Not Yasha Guruma. Close. So close. But...no, there is something else there, something new. Something different.
He sets a foot. "Yes. That is the path of my former clan." Raizo says.
He sets his other foot. "That is the path of /our/ clan.""
Claws sink into his flesh...and then his hand is moving. "And for those who follow it to its end..."
Igniting with chi energy, searing across the istance, carrying all of Raizo's anger, his guilt, and his dedication - driving home toward Kurow's chest, his ribs, his heart and lungs, claws and chi and mass all meeting with Kurow's assault with an explosive assault that could tear a hole in anything unfortunate enough to be in its way.
"...it is a path of UTTER DEFEAT! IMAWANO ROPPU ZUKI!!"
It is a wonder that Kurow is not vaporized by the force of the strike that catches him in the chest. It is a miracle that he doesn't even move /back/ as it hits him. The reason for this, though... is that, rather than push him back, the strike digs into him. Each of Raizo's chi-imbued nails finds a place squarely in Kurow's gut, and he looks at Raizo with surprise and -- mirroring Raizo -- understanding of his own mortality, briefly.
In spite of it, he doesn't recoil. Iori blew him to bits over and over in less time than Raizo's spent -- and hurt him more, to boot. He takes as deep a breath as he can, under the circumstances, and tries to man up. He's been hurt worse, he reminds himself. Kirishima's body has taken more punishment than this... if perhaps not all at once.
"Just because I keep that path in sight..." Kirishima says, pushing /forward/ onto Raizo's claws... "... doesn't mean... that I continue to walk squarely upon it." He whips his hand forward yet again, trying to seize Raizo's chest just as before, extending his claws just a little with his chi to make up for the obstruction that digs deeper into his stomach...
COMBATSYS: Kurow can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Kurow successfully hits Raizo with Kinki Chikarasui.
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... and a second time, matches Raizo's fierce claws with his own, planting them right around the top of Raizo's breastbone. It is only then that he pulls Raizo's claws out of his own stomach with his free hand, using both it and his active hand to lift Imawano. He can't muster as impressive a lift as before, sadly -- he's too winded.
"You... have never seen the end... of the path that Mugen forged, let alone... its infinite branches." Once again, Raizo's body is enervated by Kurow's claws, as Kurow keeps his arm locked squarely forward -- it's the only way he could get enough reach with Raizo's dug into his own. That energy coursing through his body and back out, he begins to feel rejuvenated...
... but it's only just enough to keep him conscious. His legs give out after a few seconds of hefting Raizo, and Kurow hastily tosses the man to the ground before falling there himself, face up, staring at the sky. He can barely process anymore. Everything's so slow, and there's so much blood...
Raizo is moving - but no, not enough. Kurow is fast, even now, with his gut perforated and his body battered, and Raizo is not fast enough to escape. He is lifted up and his soul siphoned for power, but Raizo even now refuses to yield. He can feel Kurow's weakness. He hasn't won, today, but he did get Kurow to reveal valuable secrets, while revealing relatively little himself.
But the knowledge that Kurow can fight him to a standstill is a dangerous secret to reveal.
When he's thrown down, the old man doesn't even try to get back up. He lies there, soaking the grass, waiting for Kyoko or Hideo to show up, or /someone/. He knows they'll be along soon. They always are.
And while he marinates in the fluids released by the numerous lacerations on his neck and torso, Raizo emits a short, hard cough - an attempt at a laugh - spits the taste of blood out of his mouth, and says, "Then...even now...even as you run away...gh...deny their power over you..."
The old man closes his eyes, confident in his analysis.
"...you are Imawano."
Even in his intense pain, Kurow can process Raizo enough -- and get /angry/ enough at his words -- to slam an elbow into the ground, infuriated at him. "I am nothing like your clan," Kurow hisses with his now-hoarse voice, rolling over to face Raizo. "... but that said..." He knows he's in need of medical attention. Moreover, he knows Imawano can deny it if everything seems dire enough.
"... excellent match, Principal Imawano. It's been nearly ten years since I've faced another skilled in our side of our art." Forcing a smile, Kurow continues to go over Raizo's words in his head, even though he doesn't believe them. It gives him more resolve to do what needs to be done, though -- he needs to move even farther from the core of Imawano, along his own branch, away from that cataclysmic end.
Fading in and out of consciousness, he affirms to himself: there is someone he needs to talk to.
COMBATSYS: Raizo takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Raizo can no longer fight.
Log created on 00:02:14 08/27/2007 by Raizo, and last modified on 01:08:23 08/28/2007.