Description: The JUST Krizalid against the very INJUST Jae Hoon and Shihong! Despite being really mean and epic, Krizalid loses after KO'ing Jae Hoon not once, not twice, but th--oh wait, just twice. (Winners: Jae Hoon and Shihong)
For one reason or another, it had been quite some time since a member of the Kim family had engaged in the open, high publicized combat events in which the likes of Saturday Night Fight and Neo League could be place. The reasons were varied; The family patriarch was often too busy with the dojo to devote any time to the bravado and showmanship this sort of venue tended to attract. In spite of that, Dong Hwan...well, let it just be said that his interests lied elsewhere at the moment. As for the youngest Kim son, Jae Hoon had not felt his training adequate enough to take a full-fledged leap into the fighting world such as this.
However, this was no longer the case.
At the behest of personal reflection and several events over the recent past that have maligned the face of sanctioned fighting (In his opinion), Kim Jae Hoon had finally decided it was time for the world to be reminded that justice still existed, as did those who lived by it. His father had other important tasks, and if his elder brother chose to shirk this duty...well, it naturally fell to him.
Arriving well over an hour before the match was to even begin, Jae Hoon has spent most of the time going through various warm-ups and kata in preparation, having no intention to come in unprepared. It was particularly important when both his registered partner and opponent for the fight were unknown to him, as well their capabilities and style of fighting. With no way of knowing, he'd simply have to proceed as if dependent entirely upon himself.
As the match nears, he'll be found in the midst of the schoolyard field where the fight was dictated to be in place, still throwing a few practice kicks here and there. Both fighters will receive a slight nod of acknowledgement in order of arrival.
Of all the venues one could possibly find themselves in, none were more disappointing than being at a school.
While her teammate for the day may be the punctual, do-gooder sort, the mysterious newcomer to the public venues is not. In fact, she purposely arrives at the wire, her lanky figure swathed in a sleek black twill dress and, more importantly, complimenting black pumps. Some seasoned combatants would likely scold her for being particularly over-dressed for an event such as this. Frankly, the Chinawoman could care less.
In any event, Mao Shihong arrives soon enough, and is almost immediately bombarded by SNF officials. Pre-fight business must be taken care of, after all. For the most part, she seems willing to oblige, albeit with a detached, almost aloof air. Brown eyes wander, venturing elsewhere toward the majority of the athletic's field. No, her interests are more vested in the other people she's been lumped together with, as well as the one guy she's been pitted against.
A smile comes, eventually. But it is far from friendly. If anything, the ghost of a smirk that haunts the woman's thin red lips is predatory at best. The prospect of a fight is a most delightful one, and it has been some time since her last...
There are no warm-ups needed for the opponent; some would say he was built ready, others would say he was just lazy.
The truth lies somewhere in the pudding.
Floating down on a hot air balloon of all things, the opponent is a little while in appearing for the fight. The massive balloon descends, impacting harshly with the turf of the athletics field, and even as it threatens to tip onto the side the owner -- or at least the would-be pilot -- simply opens the gate and steps out of the basket, right past SNF officials and onto the so-called field of battle.
"Yes, yes, you say I'm late, and yet I say I'm right on time," he tells him simply, waving off their protests and claims of a match fee deduction with but the wave of a gloved hand. Sharpened points streak through the air, blocking sunlight momentarily as Krizalid simply stares up at his hand above him.
"Man, I am so toasted," he explains, causing the officials to give each other side-long glances. The man seems ignorant of what he just said; it's far from the truth.
The truth lies somewhere in the pudding.
"I feel like pudding," the NESTS Agent explains, and sends one of the officials off to get him some post-match pudding as he takes the rest of the steps out onto the field of play. He spreads his arms wide, and bursts into flame.
The man is ready. From amidst the flames, he gestures to everyone, unsure on just who his opponents are, that they should indeed 'come get some,' as his coat turns to ashes that flutter about him.
The announcer declares the beginning of the fight. "Go for broke! Ready... fight!"
"Yes, I'm already ready, you dolt!" Krizalid shouts to one side, before again waiting to see who his opposition will be.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shihong
COMBATSYS: JaeHoon has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 JaeHoon
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid focuses on his next action.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 JaeHoon
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Jae Hoon may not know much about the other two fighters, but he still has that preternatural talent inherited by his father to sense the foul presence in the air that can only signify the presence of those who live their lives in pale mockery of righteousness. Whether it be the nigh-bestial smirk of his alleged partner or that gaudy, shameless entrance and conduct of their opponent, the younger Kim brother find his senses offended on every level.
"I am here..." The youth shall announce, hopefully drawing a camera or two, "Because for too long I have gone by in silence, watching as so-called fighting events like this, funded by the corrupt, subject to scandal, attempted murder and worse dominate the eyes and ears of the public! Is this what they think fighters are?! Thieves and killers, mercenaries and criminals?! I say no!" He shall boldly proclaim, a sole finger protruding toward the air in defiance, "By my word and honor, I will show the world another path! One of respectability, of justice! People shall remember what it once meant to be a fighter, as when my father once set foot and fist upon the same path!"
Although Shihong is offered a similarly less-than-friendly glance/glare to the side, the brunt of his attention is focused on Krizalid, now pointing at him as if in accusation, "I am Kim Jae Hoon, and so do I swear: Evil shall not be forgiven." A spark of flame surrounds the youths left foot as it rises in the air, kicking off into a flurry of olympic-level gymnastics as the fighter closes distance with the NESTS agent in a series of flip-flops, launching into the air at the precipice of the last, "Let us being!" He descends feet-first, aiming to bury the blow right in Krizalid's face.
As Jae Hoon preaches, his current teammate in this engagement simply exhales and folds her arms over her chest, brown eyes rolling in what could be likened to 'annoyance.' The Kim name is relatively unknown to the Chinawoman and, frankly, its clear from her care-less demeanor it will stay that way. Even as she's glared at, the woman in black just seems to be mentally adrift, pondering other things more worthwhile.
Like, say, dangerous, seedy, nefarious things. Just to spite the Kim.
But when the youngest Kim leaps--quite literally--into action, the pale-faced Chinawoman lets thin lips pull into a swift smirk. Reckless and foolhardy, she surmises. And with that in mind, she also surmises he will be a suitable distraction, giving the odd woman a moment to simply step back, arms still folded as she observes.
Particularly, the odd dark-skinned NESTS agent. Every move is observed, every slight gesture or emotion. Nothing escapes the observant eyes of Shihong in this crucial moment. Nothing.
COMBATSYS: Shihong focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid interrupts Hishou Kyaku from JaeHoon with Chokeslam.
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|-------\-------\0 Shihong
There the opponent stands, all ready to go and... one of his targets reveals himself in a way that proves most... boring.
And so, Krizalid's head slowly tips forward, forward... forward... and then a small ball of what may be saliva or some other body product emerges from his nose with each inhale, and exhale... Has he fallen asleep?
The truth lies somewhere in the pudding.
"Mister Krizalid, sir, I got your pudding!" a buxom assistant declares, which snaps him out of his trance just as the more Asian of his two targets charges forward with an intent on applying brute force to his face.
"Oh, bother."
From between those twin macabre markings that paint his face, he suddenly blooms a somewhat deranged smile as time seems to slow for him, and only him. It isn't so much that; it's that he speeds up!
Lurching forward, pressing off with both feet, Krizalid takes the blow willingly across his shoulder -- but the problem lies in that, that very arm, is looped about to catch Jae Hoon right by the neck, and hoist him right off of his feet and high into the air.
The clawed fingers of his gloves dig, and he suspends his victim long enough to speak; "You talk too much. The only thing our audience will see is your dismemberment, and they will cheer it."
Simple truth as he sees it given, he slams Hoon down, intent on sending him bouncing away.
Too much flare, too much style, not enough technique. That would be the proper criticism for Jae Hoon's actions, and in hindsight he'd be in agreeance roughly as soon as Krizalid's hand clasps around his throat. "Urk!" The son of Kaphwan's momentum as sudenly and painfully brought to a near-instant stop, and while the NESTS agent does not escape without a lick or two of his own, it's not nearly enough to the youth's liking.
The ground greets him cruelly, racking his back with pain as his opponent forces him down with no remorse, words promising far worse yet to come. But the younger of the brother's Kim is far from all talk; His recovery comes quick, bounding up and away with the same atheltic grace observed before to create a respectable distance between the two.
His breathing somewhat ragged, an abrupt coughing fit briefly seizes Jae Hoon in the midst of admonishin himself. Rushing in like that..wasn't like him, it was an error more befitting his elder brother. Perhaps he'd gotten too caught up in the speech..especially embarrassing after all the effort he'd put into practice before this fight had started! He'd have to work on his presentation more later.
For now, the Tae Kwon Do user regains his head and balance, turning that more analytical eye towards his opponent's form and gestures, measuring that against the measurable strength he'd just displayed...a power fighter, perhaps? An eye is also turned towards his erstwhile partner; Just what secrets did she hold under that ominous smile?
COMBATSYS: JaeHoon focuses on his next action.
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Well, that had to hurt. Fortunately, Shihong had none of that.
And it's evident she is thankful, what with the smirk that flickers briefly across pale features. Slammed into the ground in a particularly fierce fashion, the woman in black does little more than flinch lightly. Immediately those brown eyes lift, falling back on the strange NESTS agent, who is clearly more fo a challenge than she's anticipated of him. The smirk on her lips inches further across her face.
But as her teammate doesn't make any immediate move to actually push forward again, Shihong exhales in a put-off fashion. Long, pitch black locks brush against her slender shoulders, just before the Chinawoman tears forward.
Closing in on the eccentric NESTS agent, she suddenly drops in front of him, her palms' heels planting onto the ground. At the same time, those long legs thrust out and forward, intent on taking Krizalid's legs out from under him. Should it connect, her legs will move in a staggered fashion thereafter; one leg will rise, the toe of her shoe aimed for the underneath of his jaw, followed by the other as she comes to rise in a handstand before she swiftly lowers her legs, to stand upright properly once more.
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Krizalid with Coiled Serpent.
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Krizalid 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 JaeHoon
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|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Having dispensed his own sense of justice, as that's the underlying theme for this brawl aside from pudding, Krizalid simply straightens out of his stance for a moment. The acrobatic grace that Jae Hoon puts on display is duly noted, but he hardly seems bothered. If anything, he looks somewhat agitated.
"This is BORING," he shouts, arms lifting to wave emphatically at both sides, much like a duck flying across the surface of a pond. To the adept, little waves of chi slap out from both of his hands, a gust breezing out behind him to send hats off of students and those short Asian schoolgirl skirts rising, much to their screams of protest. But no means yes, and that's a very untruthful thing.
The truth lies somewhere in the pudding.
And the pudding of the fight charges him, the woman finally detaching herself from the background to strike at him. "Ah, there you are," he greets her with a smile, only to have her prove remarkably agile. He simply forces a hand out, intent on shoving her back... but she proves too wily, dipping down low to kick at his feet, causing a stumble which she capitalizes on, lifting her leg up into his face.
"Ah, I see London, I see France~" Krizalid sing-songs even as he stumbles further back, righting himself with a simple flex of his powerful calf muscles. He smiles down at the shorter Asian girl, a hand reaching for her --
-- and then he's gone in a flash, a sliding blur across the field of battle at Jae Hoon once more. "Resting on your laurels so soon, knave? I think not," he admonishes as his feet leave the field, launching into a vicious combination -- a right hook, before he twists to deliver ANOTHER right hook!
"Preach to me some more, my lovely Asian fellow!"
COMBATSYS: JaeHoon interrupts Cut Spin from Krizalid with Hien Zan.
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Krizalid 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 JaeHoon
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While Shihong makes her own calculated move, Jae Hoon observes silently how both react and flow with the exchange. Justice and righteousness aside, he still had an appreciation for a person's skill and was not one to let his zeal blind him to the necessity of knowing one's opponent..despite what initial impressions may have suggested. The fact that she manages to land a blow on him without suffering an immediate reprisal speaks to itself, though the younger Kim brother imagines such will be following swiftly as Krizalid appears poised to attack..him?!
The speed with which the odd NESTS agent moves is astounding, bordering on the superhuman to some eyes. But while Jae Hoon's mind may have troubly following the man's pace, his body has been conditioned and trained for hours on end day after day to defend against this precise scenario. It's those instincts that save him from being taken completely off-guard, naturally fainting back and taking much of the edge off that right hook that still manages to swipe by his face with enough force to jerk him to the side.
But it's not enough to lay him out, and in fact places him in a perfect position to counterattack. "The tenets of justice.." The youth glowers at his agressor, brown eyes burning, "Are -not- to placate the idle whims of the wicked! Hien Zan!" He cries out, agile legs striking out with surprising force at his opponent's ribcage, enough to launch a many skyward. On impact, those brightly burning chi flames again spark to life and enwrap the youth's feet of fury, adding a further explosive effect to the display.
His greeting and smile is met with a swift flash of pearl whites, just before she eludes him altogether. Dropping to the ground, her legs make contact, and, as result, buffet the agent about before she handstands and sets one leg down after the other. When she lifts her gaze, black depths are greeted with the sight of the white-haired man daring to attack her--
--but it doesn't happen. A part of her is thankful.
His teasing DOES earn him the faintest of smirks, however. And it would seem the Chinawoman is content to stand, even as her ‘teammate' is charged at. But just when things seem particularly grim for the Korean boy, he takes initiative and, as result, the odd victim of Jae Hoon's is sent skyward, before he lands. Justice prevails, for now.
As the white-haired man recovers from the Kim boy's counterattack, Shihong makes her move. Charging at the agent of NESTS, she only veers as she draws close, her body twisting to one side. The momentum launches Shihong; airborne, her body twists as she flies. Rotating at the hips, a leg snaps out high and descends, the instep of her expensive pump aimed right for Krizalid's decidedly insane noggin.% r
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Shihong's Strong Kick.
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Not as successful as he had hoped, Krizalid nevertheless sports a grin; his fists felt it, the pain they caused Jae Hoon. Even as retaliation proves swift, a counter stroke of minor genius from the Korean, he remains amused. Those feet thunder into his chest, the angle such that his feet do indeed leave the ground right as that explosion of chi cascades out to catch him.
Volleyed into the air, the Agent is swift to right himself, giving a delightful laugh as his suit informs him of his presently nominal status. "My, my, putting on more of a show than I'd wagered; but my boredom remains, knave! But really, I was hoping for less of this Korean-like romanticizing and more along the lines of a big, black preacher!
"If the glove don't fit, you must acquit!"
Clearly confused, Krizalid lands lightly, sliding backwards before he snaps off the remaining momentum with a slice of his arm. Enough! Funnily enough, that arm blocks Shihong's attempt to knock some sense into him, and he casts a sidelong glance at her as she stands there. "My, now, aren't you forward? I'm saving you for dessert, so be a good girl--"
In a snap, his gloved hand grabs her by the ankle, and his considerable strength comes to the fore as his tanned body shifts forward -- hoisting her right into the air, wielding her as he slides in close to Jae Hoon once more as his body pivots, twisting...
… and using the Asian girl as a weapon, he seeks to knock Jae Hoon right across the field of play!
"-- And make yourself useful!"
COMBATSYS: JaeHoon blocks Krizalid's Random Weapon.
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|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Jae Hoon derives no small amount of inner satisfaction from the success his attack makes upon Krizalid, though the latter barely seems to be down for even one count before he comes barrelling back...with a rather odd attack.
While he's prepared for a lot of things, being smacked with a Chinese girl as an improvised human cudgel was not one of them. He makes guards himself, but perhaps not as well as he could have out of concern for causing greater injury to his partner, even if he has his technically unfounded doubts in regard to her. "Nngh!" He'll be swept to the side, more aches and pains making themselves apparent in his joints, but righteous indignation more than enough to keep him going.
"To use a woman in such a way.." The Kim scion mutters, wiping a bit of dirt from his face accrued earlier, "Unconscionable! I shall not, will not abide by it!" A whirling kick is his ultimate response, twisting and turning his body through the air to bring the blow down upon Krizalid's head with exceptional force.
Fortunately for Shihong, her teammate and their mutual opponent of the day talk enough for her. So it should come as no surprise that the woman remains silent as she swings her body into the air and ultimately seeks to introduce Krizalid's head to her shoe. But, despite his recovery, he proves far swifter than she wagers. The instep crashes into his forearm, but she does not seem concerned. Instead, her body follows through with the momentum and she lands in a brief crouch.
It's as she rises, however, she is given a reason to look distantly startled. Forward? Dessert?
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," she responds, even as she's snared and hoisted up. A hand mindfully pins her skirt into place. Swung, she is used as a weapon, her body harshly cutting through the air as she's sent crashing into the Korean kid.
Twisting her body as she is let free, she lands on her hands before her elbows go lax. Landing on her upper-back, she tumbles before she leaps up and ultimately comes to stand on her two feet once more. When she pivots on her heel and turns to face the battle once more, she spies the two engaging once more, by Jae Hoon's hand.
"But you've already had your pudding."
Following after the NESTS agent, Shihong breaks into a sprint, her black gaze fixed on the man. Only as she nears will her body again leave the earth as she twists her form, flying at Krizalid feet-first. Just as she nears, however, her legs erupt with vibrant vermillion energy and, should it impact, the energy will explode, to lauch Krizalid backwards...and give the Chinawoman momentum enough to backflip midair and land a few feet away in a deep crouch, one leg extended out behind her.
COMBATSYS: JaeHoon successfully hits Krizalid with Change-Up Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Krizalid with Strutting Crow.
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After utilizing the plucky Asian girl as a baseball bat against Jae Hoon, Krizalid simply laughs at all the fuss it causes. They both offer verbal sparring against him, but all they get in response is that slightly deranged, high-pitched laughter that bubbles from deep within his inner madness.
Yet their follow words with actions, and both deliver kicks that cause stings to his body. Jae Hoon's comes first, the Korean delivering an expert thrust of a strike to the left cheek of the Agent's face. It causes his face to kind of scrunch to one side, kind of like...
http://kouryoku.com/krizscrunch.jpg
And then he's hit from the OTHER side by Shihong, and his face kind of scrunches to the OTHER side, kind of like...
http://kouryoku.com/krizscrunch2.jpg
Reeling backwards, the Agent whirls both of his arms to keep himself from falling. "My, a tandem attack! For two random strangers, you two sure are pulling together like a team. Or are you not so random after all? Married, perhaps? Related? You both look the same to me."
Insult given, it seems he's STILL intent on saving Shihong for later; he steps forward at Jae Hoon AGAIN, sliding at him with a leg extended to catch the youth in the middle with a firm, hard thrust. And then, should he succeed, he'll lift the Korean into the air and SLAM him into the ground!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits JaeHoon with Lethal Impact.
- Power hit! -
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If Jae Hoon and Shihong seem to complement each other well, it may just be because of their somewhat similar fighting style which eschew most any form of punching for favor furiously flying feet. The success with which they both assault the NESTS agent is rather inspiring, and the Korean youth grows bit by bit more condifent that the fight is going their way.
And that's when reality decides to hit him in the face. Real hard, and in the form of a devastating one-two combo.
Moths will often dance upon the edges of a flame, attracted to the light and yet oblivious to the danger the face until it is too late for the unfortunate ones engulfed by their own daring. Jae Hoon appreciates the notions much greater when the nigh-inhuman strength Krizalid seems to possess, the same strength he'd endured a sampling of at the fight's start, comes to bear on him with relentless fury.
Lifted into the air, he aches enough from the force of kick powerful enough to accomplish -that-, but the cruel blow that sends him pounding into the ground is what finishes him, the grim spectactle even more wince-inducing than the first time it happened. The air is force from his lungs, he feels parts of his body refuse to respond, darkness begins to overwhelm his sight...had he already lost?
No, not yet. As long as he felt the power of justice on his side, it would never be over! Not until he'd given his last bit of strength, and the younger Kim brother feels all of it welling up inside, channeling it all, all of it into those flying feet. "Justice..." He mutter from the ground, his breathing haggard and sparse, "...will always prevail...IN THE END!" Suddenly, unexpectedly, he rises from that prone spot with all the fury of a burning comet, furious kicks climbing higher and higher into the air with the aim of taking Krizalid along for the right, glowing and exploding with brilliant flames mid-way through, coalescing into a final explosive screech of a poweful kicflip, unleashing a last brilliant burst of flame in the form of a phoenix, Jae Hoon falling to the ground in it's aftermath, finally giving way to unconsciousness with a hopefuly smile on his face.
Of course, that's if it all manages to hit.
WAIT, NO! Fate is defied! Cheated! In the swan song of his fall do Jae Hoon's eyes snap open, his feet landing sorely upon the ground. Beaten, bruised and beating, he nonetheless remains standing. He's on his last legs for sure, but his resolve is shaken none, "Not..good...enough.." He'll manage through somewhat pained words.
Really, it's not much of a fuss. If anything, the Chinawoman seems perfectly composed, despite the sudden turn of events for herself. The Korean boy can handle himself just fine, she presumes. Thus does the woman recover easily enough, rising to her feet before she cuts a path right for the NESTS agent, her body twisting as she erupts with energy. The result? Both strikes land true, causing the white-haired man to stumble back.
Rising fluidly from her crouch, Shihong sports the tiniest of smirks as she watches the man closely. A tandem attack, he says, before possibly insulting them. The Asian woman does not seem concerned. If anything, it draws a soft laugh from her, before those eyes hood, black depths intensely intrigued as he launches after Jae Hoon, foot first.
And it looks like it hurts. For once, Shihong winces in what could be likened to sympathy. It fades easily enough, as the woman's attentions swiftly return to the NESTS agent. But just before the woman can make her attack, Jae Hoon leaps up from the ground, his form afire as he seeks to catch Krizalid in the fury of his burning justice and hopefully take him out with. So while all this happens, Shihong jerks aside, her form moving swiftly before she closes in on the dark-skinned agent. Her intent?
To catch him, should it be him avoiding the kicks of the Kim boy or recovering, in the ribs with a swift kick of her Gucci heel.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Shihong's Medium Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid reflects Chou Hou'ou Kyaku from JaeHoon with Typhon's Rage - Reflect.
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|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Sadly for the pair, it would seem that the person they're fighting is no regular fighter on the circuit. He's no regular fighter, and it would be hazardous to call him even a man; what they fight is one of the major powers of the NESTS Cartel, however secretive that identity may be.
They fight a beast.
They fight Krizalid.
Even after dispensing with Jae Hoon, the boy comes back for more. "There is something to be said for the proverbs of your country, knave," he preaches, like a serene deity down to the masses, watching as the Korean approaches for what would surely have been a very, very potent series of strikes;
"Even a fish wouldn't get into trouble if it kept its mouth shut."
Proverb given, he knocks aside Shihong's heel and faces down the charge of the Korean with the might of a vengeful god. Old Testament unfolds as he lifts his leg high into the air, and like a thunderbolt from heaven, drops it in a final judgment.
Chi shatters into existence, sickles of wind slicing through the air laden with the potent charge of energy, cascading forward to stop Hoon in his tracks -- if not FINALLY put the youth down and leave him there!
"Injustice reigns supreme."
Well, it seems fate can't be cheated for long.
For all the power and fury of Jae Hoon's most powerful technique, it is yet as nothing before pinnacular genetic engineering of the NESTS cartel. Like tissue paper does Krizalid's attack tear through Jae Hoon's own, savagely rending him from the sky and back towards the ground yet -again- with another sickening thud.
Was this it? Was this the real power of the fighting world? Had he not trained hard enough after all? Or was just just not skilled enough...not enough to carry justice into the world. What would his father do? What should he does? Answers are what Jae Hoon so desperately needs now, but his father is not here to give them, so he must find them on his own. He at least knew one thing: that he'd had enough of the taste of dirt and grass for this fight.
Rising to his feet, the stubborn obstinance of youth aids him in simple -refusing- to go down under the power of another. While he knows he can't stand for much longer, he will not waste a single second more of that time. "I...won't believe that." He stands poised to pounce, his muscles tensed, "I refuse it."
Woefully calm in presentation is his next, final strike. A powerfuly flurry of kicks punctuated by a sole piercing blow channels all of Jae Hoon's remaining strength. No chi, no flames...just pure, unmitigated power. A counter wouldn't be necessary, for he'll be on the ground as soon as it's done.
And this time, he does not arise.
COMBATSYS: JaeHoon can no longer fight.
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For once in the fight, the woman in black seems sincerely stunned.
What comes next, after the youth launches himself, perhaps foolishly, at the NESTS agent is nothing short of a miracle. At his command and call the winds pick up rather suddenly, and the fires of justice are easily devoured...and sent right back into the young Korean. It sends the kid flying, his form crashing into the earth painfully.
While the woman would likely be less-than concerned with the plight of poor Jae Hoon, this leaves her in a particularly tight spot. She knows this strange man hits hard, evident by the condition of the youngest Kim. And ideally, she wouldn't GET hit. But it's not a perfect world.
So as the kid offers his last attack, a last-ditch effort before he's truly put out of commission, Shihong narrows her black eyes on Krizalid as she waits for the ideal moment. And it comes swiftly, an epiphany as she finds the perfect moment to make her move. Rushing the agent once more, her figure leaps from the ground, her body twisting once again, a kick aimed for his head with the first foot. Following her momentum, her other leg follows swiftly thereafter, the back of her heel aimed for his temple.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks JaeHoon's Shakka Shuu.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Shihong's Change-Up Kick.
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Krizalid 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Power... power!
What do these two know of power?!
Krizalid, drunk on his own power and likely some mushrooms he found on his hot balloon ride here, simply weathers the storm that comes from both fighters. Each strike they attempt on him, is met with ease by his arms alone, those tanned, muscles guns of his that so easily seek out their own limbs.
When it's all said and done, Jae Hoon is down for the count, and even poor little Shihong must have a sense of what it is that she faces. From amidst those macabre markings across his face, the Agent simply smiles at her, deranged to the utmost after felling one who spoke so largely of himself.
"And now... for dessert," he indicates the end, as despite her proximity, his arms go wide to each side. With a massive burst, he ignites into flame, a pillar of it ascending into the heavens. Still alight, a set of wings extend from his back, broad and wide; but he is no Angel.
Krizalid is a beast from the depths of hell, injustice personified as he launches himself what little distance there is at Shihong, intent on grabbing her with both of his fiery hands...
And then... and then--!!
COMBATSYS: Shihong dodges Krizalid's End of Eden.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Her kicks staved off once more, Shihong does not seem the least bit bothered by this predicament of sorts. Her first leg impacts a meaty forearm and, using that as leverage, she simply twists her foot and pushes off, her form spinning midair before she lands in a particularly dainty fashion. Still, the Chinese woman maintains that distantly humored air about her, thin lips pulled into the tiniest of smirks.
Even if it's time for dessert.
"It's as I said," she again informs, those black eyes going wide briefly. They see all, in a flicker of a moment. The chi around him swells, his form all but rippling with insane power. His intent is clear as day, and the woman is having none of this. Her features twist, as those fiery wings spread, igniting the skies.
And like a monster, he launches himself at her, claw-like hands reaching for her throat.
But when he closes in. ..she isn't there. In fact, the woman's form winks from existence, a heavy rush of wind against his side as she jerks out of harm's way. His attack, avoided completely.
"You've had your dessert already," she finishes, before she pivots on her heel and swings a foot up, the heel of her foot aimed for his ribs.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid interrupts Medium Kick from Shihong with Rising Darkmoon.
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Krizalid 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Shihong
And then -- he catches nothing!
"Oh, fiddlesticks," Krizalid states, as the woman in front of him dissolves into fat air instead of standing there to take the hit. The flames fade from around him, as he considers what angle she'll come from; he predicts it.
As she comes back out of hiding he's ready for it, rising to meet her with a thundering series of uppercuts; one, two, three! Sickles of chi-laced wind lash out as well to buffet her, to send her higher and higher.
"Then to quote another famous proverb," he states as he lands, his suit warning him on how dangerously close to the brink he is;
"Please, sir. I want some more."
Ah, there's the pain.
For all the effort Shihong gives in hopes of landing a truly successful attack, she is met with a fearsome volly, fierce uppercuts delivered, laced with lethal winds made of pure chi. It hurts and stings. But she won't let herself be easily defeated.
Her recovery is graceful, but messy. She hits the ground and tumbles, her form rolling forward with the force of impact. But on the second rotation she pushes her body, pushing off her shoulders and landing with a stagger on her feet. Exhaling a ragged breath, the Asian woman seems briefly winded, but recovers quickly enough. Fueled by determination at this point, the woman's fingers graze over her tattered garment, hints of red staining pale skin.
"Alright then," she mutters, black eyes narrowed to mere slits.
Lunging forward, Shihong moves swiftly for the agent, gaining momentum. A foot away her body leaves the ground, legs lashing out with a brutal kick as she executes an aerial cartwheel not once, but twice. Landing in front of him in a crouch, the Chinawoman suddenly springs up and back, the toes of her Gucci pumps intent on pegging Krizalid in the sternum, where a burst of bright vermillion energy will erupt and, as result, will launch him into the air.
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Krizalid with Vermillion Sparrow EX.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Shihong
As she nears, he welcomes her with delight; his dessert has legs, and willingly approaches! His arms go wide, and she delivers with both of her heels cracking into his sternum. The suit buckles, protecting him as best it can -- which in this case turns out not to be enough as he's launched into the air.
A delighted laugh echoes out from him as he spins through the air, landing on his side, sliding a ways before he pushes himself up.
His suit musters what energy it has left in its backup generator -- the location of which is best left unsaid -- as the owner stares the woman down with that deranged stare of his. "Mmm, that was delicious," he declares, rubbing his stomach and sternum right where she hit him with those expensive shoes. "A woman with taste...
"And I bet you taste like raspberries."
It may sound dirty, but it's the furthest thing from it in Krizalid's mind. Gathering his remaining reserves, he lashes out with both hands and feet, sending a miniature tornado of chi-laced winds cutting across the field at his plucky opposition. Sickles slash, as the NESTS Agent begins sinking down to one knee...
COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong dodges Krizalid's Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Krizalid falls to one knee alright.
The ground can no longer fight.
Her attempts yield positive results. The agent of NESTS is struck, each of the three blows landing successfully, the last launching the deranged man into the air before he lands in a sliding heap of man. The woman, on the other hand, simply crouches upon landing from her last leap before she slowly and cautiously rises from the ground. For now, those black eyes see only the dark-skinned man and his strange attire.
"You're welcome," she responds easily, the corners of her thin red lips tugging into the tiniest hints of an amused smirk. Whether he intends to make it sounds delightfully dirty or not, the Asian woman just remains humored. In fact her chin lifts, long, straight black locks spilling past thin shoulders. "You're also crazy. But I'm sure you've heard that plenty."
Raspberries. She's never been complimented in such a fashion. But it swiftly flees her mind as he rears back and cuts his hands and feet through the air, a burst of furious wind chi launching itself toward her. Twisting her body, the woman in black cartwheels out of harm's way, legs just barely avoiding those razor-like winds.
When she lands, however, those eyes are immediately back on Krizalid, that same, amused smirk still lingering on her lips. "That was fun. You are pretty strong. The strongest I've met so far. And I think you did me a favor." A thumb jerks toward the felled Kim boy, but she doesn't elaborate. Instead, Shihong smirks sharply and turns on her heel.
"Bye bye, thanks for the workout," she remarks in parting, a hand waving over a shoulder as she makes her way out of the athletics field. Has justice prevailed here? Probably not.
COMBATSYS: Shihong takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong has ended the fight here.
After falling to one knee, Krizalid sighs and pushes himself back up. "Ahh, perhaps there is some justice left in this world after all," he says, giving Shihong a very long, measured glance thereafter as she walks off. And then, his arms go wide.
And with an explosion of flame, his coat reappears around him, defying all laws of gravity and fashion.
He returns to his hot air balloon, lifts a hand and with a spark of chi, fills it with new hot air. It lifts him away, back to his home planet.
NOTE: Krizalid died on the way back to his planet.
Log created on 20:57:44 09/09/2007 by Krizalid, and last modified on 06:20:47 09/10/2007.