Description: The Metro City Police attempts to send a SWAT Seige on Crash's territory, but it ends up horribly. That, and Jiro draws a cliche that he regrets. Optimism -really- sucks.
Rummaging through the lower echelons of Burn reveals with startling ease the location of Crash's roaming sphere of influence, usually stretching for a single neighborhood at a time. The fights are by no means easier then usual, but the common horde alone isn't on par with Jiro – let alone Jiro and Kyle. They seem almost eager to state where Crash is, stating it will be one's death to attack him, that he WANTS it, almost reverent and manic in the devotion. If not to Crash, then to the drug he has. And in this case it's a simple bar deep within the slums, in an area beyond the eye of even the most conservative aid. The decrepit building is one story and medium sized, brown paint long peeling and a few burnt-out luminescent letters calling it the Corner Pocket. Five people are milling in front, wearing the standard vivid colored hair in wild styles with leather jackets, complete with flame decals and Hellraisers on the back. They are hanging out, a couple scrapping a bit, another in the process of taking another hit of the drug.
Twenty SWAT members, with two snipers and two vans, are available for this operation. The two story apartment opposite is going to house the support, with two four-member squads being lead by a pair of commanders. An estimated number of no more then twelve Hellraisers excluding Crash are here, and the police officers are by no means mundane, each hardened by a long career and used to dealing with Mad Gear back in the day. Both the vans are ready to move in in a heartbeat, housing five members each including Jiro and Kyle, who are brought along for support.
Obviously Jiro has absolutely no authority in this operation, but the fact something is finally going to be done about Crash is probably consoling. But similarly foreboding is the statements of the Burnouts... ‘We want you to come after him... you'll be coming to your grave!'
That simple foreboding statement was enough to get Jiro riled up into trying anyway. They -had- to do something about this. To Jiro, this whole Burn thing is getting out of hand and they are going to perform a seige to get it done.
Although Jiro is not a SWAT member by any means, he did manage to get the uniform out of them, considering it'll give him some added assistance as far as mobility and remaining uniformed. Plus, it looks nifty. But either case, the young man grunts as he looks out across towards the bar.
"So, this is the place."
A golden hook clings to the bar of the door, the origins of it being a young man along Jiro's age. African-American, neat cornrolls, wearing the same SWAT uniform for the added protection. His eyes focus at Jiro, "So you guys ready for this?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." snorts Jiro, who tightens his fists and he looks at the SWAT members that he's with. "Alright, we got our radios in case we need to pull back, but I think we'll definately get this scumbag for good." He smirks, then he growls, "Tired of seeing this crap." He reaches for the door and slides open, jumping off, but keeping hidden to not make himself known. Yet.
After the vans pull up and come to a stop opposite the bar, the Hellraisers outside don't seem to think there's any concern, barely glancing towards the awkward vehicles of far too high quality to be in a place such as this. It's only when the SWAT members erupt out, hefting weapons and yelling at them to get down, that things take a turn for the worst. This demand for surrender only gives the leather-clad individuals time to charge, hefting up pipes or bare fists. Two flare with chi, one reddish, one pink, and two fireballs lash out at the intervening distance. One hits the side of a van, singing it badly, while the other impacts a member with a heavy grunt, stumbling and falling but not badly injured. There's little recourse but to open fire, although the ordinance is not incredibly effective; Wounded and staggered, still the Burnouts lock horns with the SWATS, ignoring the superior numbers. Only one drops in between, victim of a sniper's bullet, but still trying to stand despite his wound.
It's obviously a short brawl given how outnumbered they are, but not without damage. Two SWAT are too injured to continue, the Burnouts struggling hellishly even as they are handcuffed. Apparently aware this operation won't be passive, and with the ambush upon those inside the building ruined, they fan out to surround the Corner Pocket; Four slip to the rear exit, four more to a side door, while the remaining eight are crouched by the front door. The officer hit by the fireball is wincing, but they seem to be preparing to rush inside.
The team leader Jiro is beneath hisses into his radio. "Okay, no chance of this being clean. Sweep room by room, take down hostiles with any force necessary. Open with flashbangs. Everyone ready?"
It is also at the moment that Kyle Wolfe jumps out as well, following Jiro's pursuit through the other way. The two peek out to see the ongoing event; which is going straight to hell. That is all that the two need to finally get in on the deal. As one of the men were shot, Jiro immediately reaches towards the ground to heft a rock off and swing it across one of the thug's heads.
The short brawl does take out a small number of the SWAT members thus far. "Damnit." He looks at the Kyle and his partner returns the look. Both nod.
Responding on the radio, Jiro says, "Ready." He sprints over towards the front door. "Alright.." He steps to the side along with the officers. He makes a nice spin, then he thrusts his heel right at the door, busting it open while he unscrews a flash bomb, smashing it towards the ground. "Alright!"
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Within, it's apparent that the Hellraisers were ready; Three are behind a pool table, and all of them appear to have a large amount of chi. The flashbombs go in, and it's a good thing nobody else did, as three blasts of scorching energy hit the frame, of no small amount. There's a cry of shock and pain thereafter, which is when the main group fans in, yelling and advancing upon the Hellraisers by the pooltable, preparing to overtake them.
But that's when it's apparent things are going deeper into hell.
There's cries of pain and some inhuman sound, wild firing of weapons, coming from the back room. Inhuman bounding, shattering wood, as slowly the onslaught of weapons cuts off, losing against some unseen foe. Although the initial flow of SWAT members overtakes the disoriented Hellraisers, further down the room it's apparent the third side-door team encountered a more dangerous resistance. There's only two people; A thin and small man with blond hair, only standing out due to lacking a sleeve on his jacket. And a rather obscenely underdressed woman with a long whip, who's presently strangling the pointman. Slowly the other Hellraiser raises his hand, palms out, before there's an eruption of bright chi that takes out not only the door and the men, but a fair section of the wall. Scorched rubble and smoke billow up, the badly wounded SWAT members milling around.
"Finish off the back room and call your pet in." is all the sleeve-lacking man states, rubbing at his eyes while turning towards the eight figures raising weapons. Calls for Cyanide to stop are only met with her whistling, sauntering with a swishay towards the backroom door...
After the SWAT members overtake the area, Jiro will best assume that the first perimeter is secured enough to continue. However, Jiro is hearing the sounds of screaming from one of the other sides and he curses at himself.
Looking back at Kyle, Jiro grumbles, "I knew we should had taken the other door except the front." This is met with Kyle grunting and racing along with Jiro, who had taken off towards the backroom door.
Unfortunately for poor Cyanide, while she saunters towards the door, she will likely be met with a flying door, as Jiro decided to kick off and out with ferocity.
"Lucy, I'm home!" hisses Jiro.
A second later, Kyle runs in with Jiro, readying his hooked prothentic hand.
The hurled door is met with a masterful stroke of her whip, splitting it in two harmlessly, complete with a chuckle. However, it seems the whistle was more then an idle motion; As from the wall just beside the SWAT members, bypassing the back door completely, some great behemoth shatters through as wood and concrete splinters around him. Absolutely huge, well past seven feet and misshapen with muscle mass, Goliath wears only black leather pants, appearing stitched together, with a harness about his exposed chest and features concealed by a bondage mask, mouth and eyes unzipped. A great studded collar is about his neck. One overly long arm snaps out, grasping the SWAT team leader by the face with a muffled cry and slamming him into the ground, Goliath proceeding to beat the unholy shit out of him before hurling the man out a window, which shatters into motes. A backhand slams another into a wall, hard enough to dent it majorly, as the behemoth lurches up in Kyle's direction...
Cyanide takes this time to continue to walk towards the back door as instructed, as the one-sleeved man settles upon a stool at the bar, glancing over his shoulder. A few of the SWAT members he struck are almost on their feet, and with a snap of his fingers and another flash of chi, significantly more concentrated, they are sent flying in all directions with the ground scorched black beneath. He actually has the tenacity to take up his beer, smug look upon his face, as if this isn't even the slightest bit inconveniencing...
This man could only be Crash.
Although the door did not do exactly as he wanted to, Jiro has a grin on his face as he sees the two people that he gets the pleasure of dealing with. "Well, there's just two of th---..." He can hear something coming from the other side.
Enter Goliath.
"God.. -damnit!-"
"I saw that one coming." quipped Kyle.
"Oh shut up." hissed Jiro.
Once Cyanide distances herself, the man reveals who he is. The young man grunts as his eyes focus on none other than the thin man. It had to be crash. Such a display of chi and it is controlled!
Tightening his fists, the sight of crimson chi swells up in his hands, but he quickly extinguishes it and he sprints towards Crash. "Alright, hey Kyle, you take care of the huge bondage freak."
Kyle snorts, "Oh sure, give -me- the huge looking guy." His eyes focus right at Goliath, quickly replacing the hook of his prosthetic hand with a metal ball. "Alright, let's go big and ugly!" Kyle sprints off towards the hulking man with the metal-hand to thrust his fist out.
As for Jiro? He's running forward to slam his foot right at Crash's stomach.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Crash has joined the fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Crash
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Crash with Light Kick.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Crash
Goliath, sadly, far outclasses Kyle; Going against him is a losing battle at his present level, the titan simply shrugging aside any blows and trying to trade hit for hit, with his sheer power likely making that a very uneven trade indeed. How well his friend might manage is somewhat irrelevant, and the only small blessing is Cyanide now is in the back room, where the snaps of her whip can be heard, and followup howls of pain. The remaining SWAT are trying to engage Goliath, who is seen as the main threat, but another is smacked with a backhand and send flying like a rocket, crashing across the bar right in front of Crash who barely lifts his mug away in time. Which means he's a little slow to notice Jiro rushing towards him, the kick hitting him dead in the chest and knocking him straight off his seat, thudding into the ground as beer splashes everywhere.
"Hah... idiots. I'm impressed it only took this long for MCPD to grow some balls though, to be honest." Crash gets up, seeming to not be in a particular hurry, before glancing up towards the, to him at least, anonymous justice doer. "You know what the funny part is, though?" Crash's naked arm suddenly sheathes with yellow energy, before he erupts upwards, twisting before at the apex just beneath the ceiling coming down in a vicious punch – trying to impact Jiro dead in the chest and slam him into a ground-based flash of energy.
...It looks disturbingly like Power Dunk.
COMBATSYS: Jiro endures Crash's Dynamite Impact.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Crash
Poor Kyle.
There was a streak of satisfaction in kicking the hell out of Crash. After the man falls back, Jiro stands properly and he looks over towards Kyle to see how well he is faring off. But that thought is brought away as Crash gets back up to his feet.
His question earns a raised eyebrow, then the Stray Dog twists his body in time to notice the arm rushing forth the yellow energy and he dives right at Jiro. It was all that Jiro needed before he came leaping in towards the older man. While the vicious punch does impact him against the gut, Jiro leans closer into the blow, undeterred from the attack. He does, however, cough.
~ Shit, he hits hard... I hit harder! ~
Jiro launches his right foot in a flying roundhouse towards the man's direction. While the foot is expanded out, the trail of crimson flames flood through to wash over the man. Then Jiro sets forth to gather his chi and follow up with a burst of chi lancing forward towards the man's chest.
"Get to the punchline, asshole!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Crash with Heaven's Diminisher.
- Power hit! -
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Crash
The chi impacts Crash in the chest, erupting him backwards to hit the wall behind, slumping slightly with a look of outright pain that really doesn't do much for his macho exterior. Chi? This isn't any normal SWAT member, which wasn't what he anticipated. But he does stagger forward, shrugging his shoulders rather undeterred. "I got a question. How long will it take to replace an officer who is killed or crippled today?" In an oddly dramatic manner, Goliath – annoyed by the repeated strikes of an officer – hammerblows one into a sudden crater, fragments of wood and debris flying around. "Months? Years? Promote fresh blood?" Crash suddenly is rushing forward, rearing back his right arm as it sears with energy, and /slamming/ it out in an attempt to impact Jiro in the chest – before spreading his stance and attempting a vicious eruption to blow him backwards. ...Which is disturbingly similar to Buster Wolf.
"You know how long it takes me to get one of these buffoons at the same strength? Ten minutes on the street!!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro blocks Crash's Crash and Burn.
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Jiro 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Crash
This is interesting.
Very interesting.
It is kind of funny, because Crash is not the only one who once faught like Terry Bogard. Jiro had stared at the older man with a sneer, "Perhaps. However, new folks will rise up, better than the people before them to get rid of people like you!" He looks back at Goliath, making definate not of dealing with this guy when he gets the chance.
For now, Crash is on the rise, "But why ask a newbie?" The fists hold up to collide against the eruption of energy that washes over him. Giving off a hiss, Jiro growls at Crash. He launches himself up to launch his right elbow across the man's face. Should that be successful, Jiro will take an opening towards his stomach with his left fist.
"Ask my fist!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Crash with Strong Punch.
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Newbie? Crash can tell that's a lie, at least in terms of combative strength. ...He's average. Maybe above average. Nothing spectacular in his eyes, although he's mostly seeing stars after the backhand, not managing to duck away and being struck aside with a heavy grunt, before staggered backwards under the first. Coughing and hacking is too violent; The reason revealed to be his laughter, as he spits bloodily on the ground and glares upwards. "Sniper 1 is down!" the radio crackles at Jiro's side. "Someone's here! Someone–" A door kicking. A cry of alarm. The sound of... electricity. A cry of pain, before he cuts off. "I'm almost ready for my grand reformation act in this town. You and your pathetic police are too late. You're gonna lose here. And I bet the wonderful politics will prevent a second attempt at catching me overtly..." Crash's right hand is suddenly burning like a bonfire, before he unleashes an obscene wall-sized blast of energy, attempting to impact into him with a frightful amount of force – and hinting that the drug certainly isn't lacking in terms of offensive potential at the upper tier...
COMBATSYS: Crash successfully hits Jiro with Burnout EX.
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"I noticed that you're mimicing Terry Bogard."
After punching the hell out of Crash, Jiro snorts and he blinks as he spits and stares up. The eyes widen for a brief moment, then he looks back towards the radio. It catches him by surprise as the voices call out in alarm, "What the?!" His eyes widen.
"Shit...!" He growls, "All team leaders! Respond! Respond!"
Most of Crash's words have flew past his ears, mostly out of worry for the SWAT team involved. "Shit!" He growls under his breath as everything is spiraling in the worst way possible.
Crash has the energy ready, and the bonfire washes straight towards Jiro. "Son of a...!" He is washed away by the flames as they burn along his body. He hisses in pain, then he grits his teeth, "Alright..."
Fireflies flutter along his body, all of them made of chi. Then, he kneels along the ground. "Your gang will end up like the Mad Gear, because they'll be without a leader!" The hand activates a red glow on the ground.
Like a bomb, the energy erupts, creating a dome of vermillion energy to roar along the earth. Crackling and burning against everything in it's path, the energy is expanding forth to cover him and then washing itself straight towards Crash.
"Indignation!"
COMBATSYS: Crash blocks Jiro's Rebel Spike.
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Jiro 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Crash
"Terry was my biggest hero when I was a kid. Consider it an homage." Crash states, appearing to have some conflicting feelings in that area that are obviously not brought up at the moment. From talking to him this far, it's obvious he's intelligent; And not high in the slightest, eyes crisp and unglazed. None of the team leaders respond. One Jiro saw be hurled out a window by Goliath, obviously not recovered yet. Speaking of the giant brute, he's continuing to rampage, only two SWAT members remaining on their feet. He's staggered, but now focusing on Kyle once more, huge limbs sweeping and striking out, trying to catch hold of him...
"Oh, god... I thought I was cliche, but what kind of crap are you spitting out?" Crash turns to the side, raising up one hand. It again bursts into flame, and meets the rush of Jiro's assault head-on, apply directly to the forehead. The battling forces appear to meet a draw, as his hand is the only thing singed and smoking as a result. He shakes it however, again breaking the ‘cool' aura. "Ouch! Here... Let me give you a dose of REALITY!!"
All Crash does is raise a hand once more, palm out. In the same way that he destroyed the wall of the people who rushed in from the side door. Eyes narrow, cleanly matching it up with Jiro. And then a ball of chi is summoned, condensing heavily into a meter-wide sphere – and rocketing out with incredible speed, trying to hit Jiro in the chest. It doesn't explode right away, the intent being to slam him into a wall, and likely /through/ it, before the horrific eruption.
COMBATSYS: Crash successfully hits Jiro with Blood For Blood.
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Towards his question, Jiro takes the moment to assess what he said. ...God, that sounded stupid.
Deadpan. "...You know, I don't even know anymore."
Jiro lifts his eyes up to see the man channel his energy. He grits his teeth when the ball of chi shoots at his direction. With the illumination washing over his form, Jiro's eyes widen as he's caught forth, slammed through a wall.
Then the detonation occurs.
Out emerges Jiro, who is staggering through the result of the explosion, growling under his breath as he trudges through the broken wall. His suit looks worn and torn and the blood is covering his face. He staggers off, but he immediately grits his teeth and looks up at Crash.
"Not done yet..."
The young man channels the chi into his hands once more, allowing the burning flames to roar to life. Jiro winds his fist back, then he launches himself towards the man with his fist out. The scarlet flames spark to life, burning through his entire body as he blazes towards Crash. It surges through the air, to impact against Crash.
The impact will result an explosion.
If he can at least take Crash down, that is good enough.
But even if he was successful, he would not even have the strength to even finish him.
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Crash endures Jiro's Exploder Knuckle.
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There's only a snort as Jiro rushes forward, Crash appearing entirely unperturbed, arms spreading in a welcoming manner as the fist impacts his stomach, /slamming/ him into the wall. But he's well enough to shove Jiro to the ground afterwards, the officer's energy spent, and a derisive laugh painfully coming out. "You're pathetic." is all he states, swiftly delivering a kick. Cyanide has returned, and if Kyle hasn't fallen, he likely will as the whip arcs out to catch his leg and throw him off-balance long enough for a final rampaging onslaught to drop him. The last resisting SWAT member is taken out with another snap, eruption of chi ending in disturbing silence. "Let's get outta here." Crash demands. Goliath picks up the fallen Hellraisers inside, a stack of limp bodies, as they proceed into the back room. "Learn from someone who knows from firsthand experience, kid." Crash states, hanging back to glance down at Jiro. And with a hard look a lifetime earned, with some distant pain within narrowed eyes. "Life's no fairy tale." With that, he leaves. Helicopters can already be heard, backup arriving barely a minute after things went critical, but not soon enough... This attack was an absolute fiasco, and the aftermath is likely going to be even worse for hapless Metro City.
COMBATSYS: Crash has ended the fight here.
After being knocked towards the ground by Crash, Jiro coughs up blood, then he looks back at Kyle, who falls right beside him. "Damnit." He growls as he plants his hand to the ground. "..Ugh..." His eyes focus at Crash, then at the departing group.
"Think I don't know that, asshole?" He struggles to get up. "... I was once in your path after all."
He grits his teeth, trying to get up, but he is falling back down into the state of unconsciousness.
If there is one moral that Jiro learned: Optimism -really- sucks.
Log created on 20:07:11 09/09/2007 by Jiro, and last modified on 23:01:43 09/09/2007.