Description: K9999 is upset. Why is he upset? Because Maxima is indecisive. Why is Maxima indecisive? Because Doritos are extraordinarily tasty. A SHOCKING BEGINNING WITH A SHOCKING ENDING!! Behold, a no-holds barred match up... at the KWIK-E-MART.
"Thank you, come again!"
The distinctly Indian accent of this particular Kwik-E-Mart store has been intoning this mantra for the last half hour since Maxima has arrived here. A time-honored tradition and farewell to the many great customers of the Kwik-E-Marts all over the world -- even when they might not be all that great. If he were paying more attention, Maxima might find it odd how the tone and volume of the man's voice never seems to shift from one customer to the next, no matter how rude or courteous they may be.
"Thank you, come again!"
The voice is like a pleasant background noise to the massive Canadian as he shops, gathering gallons of barely-fresh milk into oversized arms as he trots around with a basket that looks far too small in stark comparison to him. In an attempt to 'blend in,' Maxima has forgone his typical battlesuit of leather and metal. Instead? Today, the lumbering cyborg wears a bright pink Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, a pair of sunglasses perched delicately over his forehead just above his eyes. He seems fit to be going to the beach, rather than shopping at a run-down convenience store. He happens to think he looks stylish. The awkward, gawking stares would lend to an overall different perspective from the other customers here today. He doesn't really seem to mind.
"Thank you, come again!"
An easy-going, calm smile plastered on his features, Maxima is currently looking through an assortment of Doritos. He seems to be in a bit of a conundrum. Brows furrowing, lips turning down into a thoughtful frown, he holds up two bags, and stares for a long moment. One reads 'PIZZA' and the other reads 'EXTRA CHEESEY.'
This could take him a bit of time to decide.
"Thank you, come again!"
K9999, was irritated.
Usually this wasn't such a shocking revelation, there were many things that could set the already moody youth into a tailspin, but before he even set foot into the Kwik-E-Mart, he suddenly remembered that there was a shopping list he'd left on the table to fill. And the man he was following just so happened to enter an establishment he needed to visit...about a week now. The apartment was practically bare, not so different from a holding cell for all of its furnishments, and the fridge-- chock full of microwaved junk and instant ramen of varying qualities. He'd been without any food there for several days, choosing to order in or on the way when he was stalking his targets...It's just that there was something very important he needed he'd forgotten.
Let's hope he didn't find out the hard way, that the roll in the bathroom had just one sheet left.
To boot, Maxima was taking his infernal time, infact, studying him from across the aisle through some magasine wracks he wondered just how difficult it was to pick one damn bag of chips. It was either Pizza...or extra cheesey! Didn't he know /WHAT/ he wanted?! K9999 could have had everything he needed before the decision was ever made, and he found himself crumpling the edges of the Biker's magasine he was purposefully reading without ever intending to buy.
As the seconds ticked by, this placid contentment only served to stoke the boy's increasing ire, till he just...Just stepped foward and /threw/ the hapless magasine at the back of Maxima's head. Which were infront of the snack stack. Either one would do.
COMBATSYS: K9999 has joined the fight here.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Jericho
COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here.
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Jericho 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 K9999
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Maxima 0/-------/-------|
K9999 lawl
COMBATSYS: Maxima blocks K9999's Thrown Object.
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Jericho 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 K9999
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Maxima 0/-------/-------|
It's a most difficult dilemma for Maxima. Both are delicious. But which is MORE delicious? Which will satisfy his raging hunger? Extra Nacho Cheese or Pizza Flavor? Pizza might be good for something different. But then, K' might get upset that it's not an ACTUAL pizza and set the whole bag on fire--
It's random musings like this that are taking up all of Maxima's decision-making time, to the point that he only vaguely notices the people around him. For example, the punk kid reading the biker magazine, or the man trying to steal a bag of Skittles as inconspicuously as possible. Given his nature, the Canadian can't help -but- to notice them. But that doesn't mean he has to pay them much mind. Thus, he weighs the two bags of Doritos in either of his massive hands, his basket hooked into the crook of his arm.
It could be considered sheer happenstance that, as K9999 launches forward that magazine like a mighty missile of glossy paper, Maxima's arm holding the Pizza-flavored dorito swings around, knocking the thing almost harmlessly out of mid-air.
-This- catches his attention. Despite the rather minimalized impact, it's still enough to cause him to blink and look down. Did someone... just assail him with a -magazine-?
Dark brown eyes lift up towards the source of the so-called attack, squinting at the young punk kid who through the magazine with a... surprising amount of force, considering it's a -magazine.- "... What the hell was that for, kid? You should skeedaddle before your mommy catches you being unkind to your elders." And with that? He'll go back to ignoring K9999, unless the boy has some sort of follow up. The joys of ignorance.
"Damn. Was I going to get Pizza... or Nacho..."
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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Maxima 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K9999
To all appearances, the teenager grew flushed in the face with the reprimand, his hands fisted at his side...tight enough that his knuckles whitened beneath his strange gloves, and hurt. If eyes could glare daggers, K9999 nearly shook from the insult, the belittlement and, well, just who delivered it. And he just had to drop the M-word, if it was one thing that would push him over the edge of his patience-- yes, he'd been patient earlier. "What would you know about MY MOTHER?!" He yelled with wounded fury, one Maxima would likely wonder where the hell it came from. It's not like if he'd said she worked 'latenights' or...something.
Purposefully, K9999 stalked towards the monolith of a man, a dangerous quality steeping into the area about them. It wasn't hard to miss, the sudden roil as he lashed out in more ways than one. His hand whipped low then to the side sharply, a slap that would never touch the man's flesh, but it would hurt all the same-- if he happened to remain standing infront of the aisle of chips. The air responded but instead of sand being picked up, it was...snackbars, candy, and oh yes-- it slammed right into, "FORGET ABOUT THE FUCKING CHIPS!" the products he was trying to purchase, ripping into their tenderly packed bursting of flavour delectibles.
No chips for you. And by now, he'd manage no doubt to get someone else attention...like security!
COMBATSYS: Maxima endures K9999's Dust Wave.
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Maxima 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 K9999
Well...
... that is certainly out of the ordinary from your typical bratty kid, isn't it?
The rogue NESTS agent, first of all, doesn't quite expect the sudden outburst of rage that erupts from the blue-haired boy before him. It causes him to blink in surprise, and look back towards the flailing kid with a stare that might suggest he thinks K9999 may, in fact, be mentally challenged. "Well -- I know most mothers wouldn't want their kids throwing magazines at people for no good reason or stomping around like a brat--"
He doesn't quite get a chance to finish his explanation. Before long, the Canadian is being assailed. He senses it before he sees it. The machinery that composes the bulk of his body ignites into muted activity as sensors display a wide array of data to him. What other people cannot see, Maxima does; what should be a simple slap is noted with a sudden sharp rise in energy from the boy. Distinct energy -- chi. Stinging at Maxima's flesh with their sudden manifestation, the chi-laced array of candybars quite effectively sending Maxima staggering backwards one step... two...
... before he moves FORWARD, thrusting out a single, massive fist towards K9999. "Watch your mouth, kid!" And then?
Maxima's index finger snaps out, to flick K9999 dead-on between the eyes.
"What's your problem, anyway? And how'd you learn how to use that much chi?" Clearly not from his mother.
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures Maxima's Quick Punch.
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Maxima 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 K9999
Really now, Maxima should start to get accustomed to these irrational outbursts of rage and violence, considering the company he keeps! Why should K' be the only one who plays the part? Though the comparison alone would be enough to make K9999 froth at the mouth. Maybe. It would be unwise to test this theory especially if the shop owner planned to have any shopwalls left standing by the time this was through. He doesn't care what advice or scoldings the cyborg has to say, he just wants to see him down on the ground with his body bloody and torn, with the last dregs of his disgusting life pettering out at its end. And the long deliberation between what kind of chips to get for a snack, was somehow the root of it.
...Who said the clogging calories would kill you?
For such a large man, Maxmia's response was quick. Not that he would expect much less from an ex-NESTs agent, but all the same, it was the first time he really saw him in action. Like K9999 was the type to study at length his opponent's style of fighting on a screen behind closed doors. By choice.
"Sh--" The hiss of suprise was cut off by the pulled force behind the blow, or rather the sheer humiliation of it. That index finger was enough to jarr his head back roughly, a deep red impression marking the spot as a period of disorientation hit him. The growl was near inhuman when he clutched his forehead, lips drawn back in a snarl when it all came down too-- "You should know! You should /BOTH/ know!" Each word bitten off, his right arm began to literally unravel like some B-scifi special effects flick, the 'metal' reworking itself along with his flesh into a wickedly long spike.
Before he could admire such a change, it'd be driving itself in for the other's /face/. No blunt tip of a finger here. Oh, and straight answers.
COMBATSYS: Maxima endures K9999's Drill Fist.
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Maxima 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 K9999
Kids these days. Each of them with their own set of teenage angst issues, and each of them with some quirky power they use to stomp into your ass. It must be getting hard for Maxima to keep track of them all, because he's certainly never seen -this- kid before. He'd remember a fighter who used chi-laden winds and candy bars to assail his opponents.
He'd think, anyway.
The fact that the boy isn't just knocked flat out from the force of Maxima's mighty Canadian cyborg finger, though, is enough to clue in the hulk of a man that he is most assuredly not normal. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know you OR your mother, otherwise I'd probably have told her what a brat you are... by now...?" Maxima's sentence trails into a question of surprise as he sees something you don't see every day. Something, in fact, you only see from a certain kind of fighter.
Only NESTS children could possibly attack you with something as ridiculous as a drill arm.
Before he knows it, K9999 is already on the move, slamming himself forward with an impressive amount of speed. But Maxima doesn't move. Instead? "Oh, so you're with /them./" Maxima takes the full brunt of K9999's attack, letting it SLAM right into his face. The effect is like K9999 trying to puncture through six inches of solid steel; it's just not going to happen. Maxima's body doesn't even do much as budge. In fact?
In fact, the Canadian is suddenly moving FORWARD the moment that spike slams into his face, thrusting out his right arm in a downward punch angled towards his freakish opponent. Before the fist can make contact, though... Maxima's wrist literally -blossoms- out, expanding into a series of armcannons before a massive burst of highly-pressurized air is released, seeking to slam into K9999 with more force than any punch ever could.
"HMPH!! ... Jeez. They're making 'em younger and younger, aren't they...?"
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits K9999 with Vapour Cannon.
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Maxima 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 K9999
Issues and kids these days came hand in hand like tylenol with codiene, except popping a few of them didn't take away the pain. And K9999 would be one of those headaches that kept on giving, in as many nuisance ways as possible. The youth should atleast be thankful he never had to spent any lengthy period of time explaining why he was there, he could just cut straight too it. A flicker of uncertainty crossed the boy's face when he'd lunged, somewhere inbetween the hatred and anger-- when there was the lack of satisfying crunch of bone, or splash of blood. There was almost...nothing. It was quickly gone however, this particular clone was not to be dissuaded by something so intimidating like that. He knew he was strong--
One of these days, he'd be able to control it so that it was far more effective. "GUWAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Today wasn't such a day, and as he hung there, fully extended and bruskly halted, he was in the perfect position for the physical rebuttal. K9999 was airborne, and he crashed into the aisles behind, one, then two of them...barely missing the third as products went flying and scattering across the ground. And atop of them all incongruously was K9999, sprawled on his back, his eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. Somewhere about he distantly heard the outcries and pleas about 'this is my shop' 'oh the costs' 'WHO WILL PAY FOR THIS' erupting, but his world was centered more on the pain. A driving force that soon saw him spasm, and struggle, flailing a moment to get back to his feet.
It was like trying to crawl out of bed the morning after a bad hangover. And go to work. K9999 didn't let this be a damper on his spirits however, oh no. Gritting it all back his red-smeared teeth remained bared as he slid and fell to his knees, his crimson eyes aflame. "I will... I will shut your mouth for good--" The air rippled as if in a heatwave, gathering about the boy. It was a sudden surge of chi, wild like its weilder, and only focused enough to stay gathered.
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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Maxima 0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1 K9999
First Krizalid, now this. Krizalid was unintended -- on both sides. But it had left a sour taste in Maxima's mouth when all was said and done. And now they send a kid after him? A part of him wonders if K' has run into this one yet. It's about 50/50, in his mind. After all...
... there's a good possibility that K' would have burned him to ashes if they met on a bad day.
Wrist cannons contracting back into his arm with a metallic clicking sound, the Canadian fugitive rubs his now entirely normal-looking wrist with an expression of mild irritability. "Listen, kiddo, I know you think you're the toughest kid since Danny LaRusso," Maxima doesn't acknowledge that the reference may very well go over poor young K9999's head, "but you should really stop picking on people that might kill you unless they're careful, you know?" It's easy, casual advice, despite the obvious gravity of the implications. He can't hate K9999. Odds are, he's just another unfortunate soul like K'. Another twisted tragedy NESTS has churned out upon the world.
That doesn't mean Maxima isn't going to teach him a lesson in manners, though.
Reaching out to the side, Maxima grabs a rather large, cardboard cutout. Cracking his neck with his free hand, he observes his would-be hunter as chi ripples across his body like a storm, a brow lifting. He's an experienced enough fighter to know that this is a prelude to something bad. So... he prepares for it. "Now that's being rude. Next time say, 'would you please shut your mouth for good?'. Try it, eh?"
Without so much as a second thought, Maxima twists forward, FLINGING that cardboard cutout towards K9999. As it approaches, it should become clear what it is. A cutout of a massive viking, holding a horn to his lips. Underneath, the words 'SNICKERS.' And up above, a text bubble, with one, simple word:
'FEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!'
COMBATSYS: K9999 overcomes Large Thrown Object from Maxima with Armcannon Blast.
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Maxima 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 K9999
K9999 wasn't here for any of Maxima's pity, any sign that he was openly feeling it for the teenager would only cause him to lose further control...as if he wasn't already heading in that direction. The cyborg wasn't nearly quite so infuriating as K', but he was getting close. Atleast the other would have to try less to get him pissed off. K' only need to be himself, and it would be enough. Maxima on the other hand, whilst he was also responsible in some part for why he had been created, the weight remained with his friend. Always.
Partly onto his feet, K9999 was leaning over, almost cradling his chest as if to lessen the impact of the injury. But this wasn't so, he was letting it all build within, a well of chi-energy that began a chain of events that would culminate with Maxima's latest. "HEY HEY, NOT MY...!" Another call from behind the safetyof the counter, no one had thought to get in too close between them. Too late though, the cutout was now headless, a most brutal execution, it was also the last straw for any semi-balance of reasonable thinking.
His face twitched, his fingers clawed. Not only was the man /lecturing/ him with poor dated references he damn straight didn't know, but to add insult to injury, he was going to attack him with...with...!
Smoke and loud gunfire tore through the air and through the thrown cutout with an unholy vengence, blasting it into little pieces as he aimed at it-- and at the source. Another hand braced his morphed arm, whilst he yelled and shouted repeatedly, "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, I DONT HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU, SHUT UP SHUT UP--" deteriorating into a wordless scream of rage.
...Snickers never asked for this.
COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits Maxima with Armcannon Blast.
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Maxima 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 K9999
What did they do to this kid? It's a question that Maxima can't help but ask himself as he flings that cardboard cutout with such force towards the young man. And in response? K9999 is quick to reciprocate with something the Canadian was not quite expecting. The boy's arm morphs again, except this time? This time, to something far more deadly, and far more -painful- looking. Maxima can't help but give a muted look of surprised as that entire arm changes into nothing short of a cannon, firing of rounds of massive chi bullets that blaze through his cutout.
Maybe he should start taking this kid a bit more seriously.
As it stands, the remnants of those blasts come ripping forward at a speed that the Canadian can't really hope to keep up with. THere is an effort made on his part to just rip through the conflagaration of pain and genetic mutation gone awry, but it strikes too hard, too powerfully. Each burst crashes into him, sending him reeling further and further back until he slams into a nearby wall. Dish soaps fall from the shelves, and Maxima's body smokes from the energy diffused over it... but he still stands.
"... Last chance, kid," he mutters, taking a moment to catch his breath and, more importantly -- prepare. "Last chance to get out of here before I really have to hurt you." Wiping at his jaw, Maxima comes to a full stand, slowly looking down at his now burned Hawaiian shirt. Man.
He really liked this shirt, too.
"And I'm being lenient here."
COMBATSYS: Maxima gains composure.
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Maxima 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 K9999
Finally. K9999 was breathing quickly, his arm unravelling again back into the shape of a normal arm bound within a glove-like covering. It sounded harsh as it was sucked in and out through his teeth. At every turn, at every chance Maxmima gave the boy to depart, he had spurned it by throwing himself foward each time with another attack. Why should he be expecting any differently with this last chance proferred? It began slowly, a small jerk to his upperbody as if punched lightly, then another, quicker on the heels, next thing his entire body was lurching back as he erupted with laughter-- the kind tinged with maddness, barely contained. When he brought his head back down his feral grin had an raw primal quality to it.
"I don't need any last chances." He took one step foward, his booted foot grinding a couple twinkies into yellow-white mush. "And I certainly don't need it from the likes of you. I'll have you both at my feet," He was talking as he moved, advancing, his head tilted with an unwavering regard. "and you'll be begging for one from me instead!" He charged, lashing out again as he leapt and cut across the distance with a speed that belied the ordinary joe-- as if anything else would be. K9999 had shown in everyway, that he was nothing like an ordinary person.
COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Strong Punch from K9999 with Maxima Lift.
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Maxima 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 K9999
"Well," Maxima mulls slowly, cracking his wrists with a strange, metallic klacking.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, alright?"
He gave the boy a chance. But if he's going to be so insistent, than who is Maxima to really deny him? Rolling either shoulder in a slow, careful motion, the lumbering cyborg lowers himself... and waits. Patiently, expectantly, as if he could see what the young boy is planning from a mile away -- and really, the Canadian can. His eyes see the world in terms of exertion of power and speed, data readouts and information being fed directly into his brain at a nigh-constant stream of information. He sees K9999 lurching forward, leaping into the air with a fist extended to strike.
And that's about when Maxima swipes him right out of the air.
It comes like a blur. In one moment, K9999 is airborn. In the next, his fist is merely grazing across Maxima's arm as the large rogue agent snatches him in his two powerful hands, and lifts him HIGH into the air. "You should also apologize to this poor shop keeper for all the damage you've been doing. Has NESTS been training you kids not to have manners anymore?"
And, deciding that K9999 probably wouldn't have a good answer to that anyway, Maxima swings the boy down from high up into the air, slamming him down on one upraised knee with unimaginable force before simply chucking him forward. "HMPH!! Kids these days!"
He could see it. It was there before his eyes his mistake, but he was unable to do anything about it because by then it was too late. Over extended and again underancitipating Maxima's ability to not only move swiftly, but to read an opponent had gotten him into a position that was highly advantageous to the man. And obviously, not for K9999. He was gripped before much could be done about it, something that sounded close to an expletive and a wordless outcry snapping from his lips. He struggled, kicked and wrenched himself about the other's iron-grip, for all the world behaving like a trapped wild animal. "Just wait until I get free you fu--" Whatever he was going to say when he started to speak coherantly would have to wait.
Eyes snapped wide, clear circles of red against white as a gurgled cry of pain echoed when his back was bent at an angle...it decidedly never should have been. His body was limp by the time he was thrown foward like refuse onto the ground, and his vision had blacked out. As a testament to a creation of NESTs however, the youth wasn't broken, neither was he completly out of it. With what would have shattered lesser men, K9999 writhed slightly on the ground, not caring at all for the damage that had been wrought. Not caring infact for anything Maxima had to say-- his mind was like a haze, and only one thing would clear it.
"I'll kill you..." A low whisper, it gathered strength as he repeated not unlike a mantra, using it to force himself to rise haphazzardly, almost like a puppet, a broken doll with his head hung and chin to chest. One hand slowly curled to a near close, a surge culminating within it as he looked up through the disheveled mess of his hair, fixed on Maxmima. It happened quickly, a flash of white followed quickly by an outpouring of chi-- a rosey-red and white streaked sphere that exploded from the ground perfectly about him, and slamming into anything too close.
COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits Maxima with Energy Orb.
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Maxima 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 K9999
The one thing about NESTS' creations is, is that no matter who they are, what they are -- they always pack a punch. Typically, it's a very painful punch. Especially when they've been pushed over the edge. As is evidenced with K9999 himself; the Canadian can see, can feel those sharp increases in power that are coming from the boy. Whether he can do anything about it or not, of course, is entirely up to debate.
He tries. He does try. Before K9999 can fully form that massive scarlet-white, shimmering sphere of energy, Maxima's forearms jerk upwards, snapping into a cross right before him. But it's too much, too fast. That power overwhelms Maxima's guard, simply -shatters- it as the chi tears through the department store, sending the massive Canadian -flying- backwards in a rear sight. He smashes into the liquor section of the store in a rain of glass and amber liquids being flushed down all around him... and slowly, the man groans. "Ugh... man." Shaking his head, Maxima slowly gets back onto his feet -- shakily, but decidedly.
"Kids really... shouldn't be able to hit that hard."
Shaking glass off of a cut, burned, but oddly not -bleeding- body, Maxima takes a long, hard look towards K9999 as his petulent storm comes to an end. "Sorry, kid. You're pretty tough, but..." As Maxima speaks, his feet literally begin to expand -- small boosters sprouting out at either side. "... this fight is over with. Bunker--"
As soon as Maxima says the words, those rockets at his feet ignite in a sudden EXPULSION of artificially generated chi. The propulsion is so great that it launches Maxima straight into the roof head-first, his momentum and strength more than enough to puncture a hole straight through the Kwik-E-Mart. Plaster, concrete and water all spray down in a rain, as silence overtakes the store. Had he fled? Blasted off again, perhaps?
"Buuuuuuuu--"
Of course not.
"--ssssSSSTAAAAAAAAH!!"
BOOM.
K9999 has all of seconds to react before Maxima, enshrouded in brilliant, golden chi, comes crashing down on him like a 480 pound cyborg meteor with an explosion that is sure to cause the poor boy's own K9999crater -- a crater that is going to be very, very deep.
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits K9999 with Bunker Buster.
- Power hit! -
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An odd smile hung on K9999's face as he admired his handywork, a smile that dropped into a scowl when Maxima insisted on refusing to stay down. His chest heaved, having already pushed himself far-- not his limit yet, but it was close. It was in these moments that he was most dangerous, though without ever having studied his foe or strategically planned any of his moves with more than just a desire to wreak as much damage as possible...he was still at a disadvantage. Inspite of 'hitting' that hard. His eyes narrowed when he glanced down admist the broken bottles and slick stream of alcohol to the cyborg's changing feet. They lifted swiftly again, bunker...?
Alone suddenly. A look of confusion twisted his face, as he stared after Maxima. And the question was answered before it being asked. There was little time for K9999 to even attempt to brace for the impact, it just came.
Whatever he voiced was overpowered by the sound of smashed roof and ruptured tile and earth. The teenager vanished beneath the behemoth and in a remarkable twist of defying physics, wasn't pulverised into a smashed stain of red and pulpy flesh. No respectable creation of NESTs could succumb entirely to that. But K9999 came close. Nearly buried, he was almost third of a floor down breaking plumbing pipes and was that the gasline? On his way into forming a fantastic rendition of Saturday morning cartoons. His chest was afire, and the cough that followed jerking him into awareness was wet and bloody, almost choking on it.
Still yet, alive. And pissed the hell off.
While the fury was still there, his injuries had reached the point where even he couldn't shrug it off, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try one last time...He'd be damned if he was going to just pass out here like some dog in a ditch. His left arm hung by his side when he eventually struggled to his feet, leaning against the crater's edge a bit. Blood streaked his face, his clothing was ruined, torn and stained. What was different was that red trailed about his neck and down his back, a cloak of sorts that had worked free from the 'scarf' he had worn...and started to lick and shift on its own, by unseen forces.
Yes. Again. K9999 had endurance like that. Maxima would more than be familiar with the kind of kick his crazy chi could invoke, and he would be instore for another bout now. "I hope you enjoyed your freedom," his voice filled with loathing and barely contained malice inbetween the laboured breathing, "because it's going to end." Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow...it was another promise made to he cyborg, one made earlier to his friend.
And then that flash of white flicked into being once more-- heralding what was to come.
Caught in it this time or not, K9999 would not be there, leaving instead only his last words before he retreated to lick his wounds and dream of sweet revenge.
COMBATSYS: K9999 can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima blocks K9999's Energy Orb.
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That technique isn't something that Maxima particularly -wanted- to use on a kid, even one as clearly deranged as K9999 is. But in the end, he's still a soldier, and the soldier's rules still apply to enemies. No mercy, no quarter. Besides --
--if a creation of NESTS was killed -that- easily, then they're making their super soldiers a lot more cheaply than they used to.
Perhaps outsourcing to Mexico.
In the aftermath of the attack, though, Maxima is quick to drag himself up out of the crater that he has just made within the hallowed grounds of the Kwik-E-Mart. Brushing some dirt off his shoulders, Maxima looks down at the tattered remains of his bright pink Hawaiian shirt with a deep-seated frown. "I doubt they pay you, kid, but if you're still conscious I'd like you to know that I expected you to pay for this--" Except... except, K9999 -is- still conscious, and rapidly lifting himself off the ground and towards the Canadian cyborg. He blinks, looks forward... and squints.
"... Wow, you're still going, aren't you?"
Boom.
That same scarlet and white chi rushes out once more, but this time, Maxima is prepared. His arms snap out, palms thrusting INTO the globe of energy. There is a crackle, a burning singe against his palms as the force alone causes those massive forearms to shudder. But... he simply pushes -forward-, his hands thrusting out and just puncturing through that globe of energy... just to find his opponent, is gone.
"Huh." Scratching his head in a sort of muted disbelief, those eyes scan his surroundings, looking for energy patterns, heat signatures -- anything. "At least they're still as good at running away as I remember..." Grunting softly in pain, Maxima rubs his burned and damaged arms, making a sharp turn towards his basket -- now slightly melted, and the things inside very warm. There's a half-melted tub of icecream, and several damaged liters of soda. But irregardless, he picks them all up -- making sure to swipe a bag of Cheesy Nacho Doritos -- and makes his way towards the counter, where a shaking, Indian store manager awaits him.
"I'll take these, and -- do you think 'O, the Oprah Magazine' is too provocative for a person with anger issues?"
"I--"
"You know what, I'll just take the Seventeen magazine. And can you tell me the nearest store that sells Hawaiian shirts?"
About five minutes later, Maxima is out the door, explaining to the manager that the damage done would probably be covered by insurance in Southtown and, if not, it'd be a new and appealing attraction to customers. The door swings open with a chime, and as he walks away, he hears a shaky, but decided:
"Thank you, come again!"
And he smiles.
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:09:02 09/05/2007 by Maxima, and last modified on 01:09:17 09/06/2007.