Description: Can Rock Howard stand up to the mighty mountain of partial muscle and mostly machine that is Maxima?!?!! Will Maxima be able to withstand the might of Rock's fuwious waging stowm?! WILL ROSS AND RACHEL HOOK UP IN THE END?!! Witness the shocking answers, right here! (Winner: Maxima)
Rock Howard's been trying to really promote Season Two of the Neo League by fighting in it as much as humanly possible. He's taken two hard losses so far -- one against a dude he really fucking hates and the other against a superhuman demon he's sure sold something valuable to Satan to be able to keep standing. It doesn't bother him, though, every loss is just a chance to learn and improve. And every high profile bout, televised across the planet, that he competes in is that much more publicity for the League.
And the bigger the League gets, the smaller Saturday Night Fight gets.
Still making Metro City his home (Southtown is too hot right now), he's managed to get another matched billed with a man he's got a vague familiarity with. The Park's Concernt Grounds have been cleared and some impromptu bleachers rolled out for an audience. At the base of the hill, there's a clearing designated for the fight zone. It's grass, but roped off with plastic fencing like a PGA Gold Course. It isn't fancy or pretty but it's effective.
Rock's already there in his usual clothes, save his red fighting coat is replaced with a really ugly purple one. He losts his favorite red coat in a recent fight with Adelheid and his usual supplier won't sell him a new one because he owes a few thousand in repairs. He's had to go to plan B. Warming up with some punch combos, he waits for Maxima to arrive -- knowing the guy rolls with another man he doesn't really get along with: K'. It should be a good fight.
Neo League, Saturday Night Fight -- to Maxima, it really doesn't matter. Both are, in the end, just tools for him. To scope out the fighters of the public circuits first-hand, and see who would make for valuable allies in his and K''s vendetta against NESTS, and determine which can be avoided -- or possibly might become antagonistic to his wants. The only difference between the two? One is hosted by a tremendously ruthless mob boss. A mob boss... that just happens to be the father of his current opponent for the evening.
It's this fact that ultimately brings the Canadian cyborg to his match earlier than the expected time; intrigue and curiosity make the would-be 'newcomer' to fighting interested in seeing just what the son of a legendary monster like Geese is like. He's already run into Adelheid -- certainly a painful experience. And now?
... And now, Maxima approaches the roped off arena a few minutes before the fight should actually begin, an easy-going, friendly smile on his face as he strides up and simply steps -over- that fencing, massive legs stretching out with the creak of leather as heavy boots slam into the ground. He stands tall -- far taller than Rock, and far taller than anyone here today -- yet the warmth and casual nature of his expression and bearing set off any potential intimidation factor, as one massive hand clasps behind the back of his head and rubs.
"So you're Rock Howard, huh? A bit younger than I thought you'd be," he says, in a thoughtful tone of voice. "Ah well! I'll try and make this interesting for you, alright?" A promise that Maxima of all people can likely deliver on.
Rock is briefly paused when he realizes that Maxima is already here and is climbing over the fence. The guy is much bigger than he remembers seeing on some of the recent SNF and League broadcasts. The camera, in this case, didn't add ten pounds. It subtracted about a hundred. But hell, he's Rock Howard. He's always confident that he can go toe to toe with anyone. He's been trained by some of the best.
"Yeah, and you're Maxima," Rock says, creaking out a smooth grin at the big man as he makes the connection; this guy looks friendly and friendly guys aren't that tough. The stands are already full and a lot of people are sitting in the lawn, waiting for the fight to start even if they're still a few minutes ahead of the official scheduled time. Rock cranes red eyes out to them, then back to Maxima. "I don't see any reason we shouldn't give these guys what they want, huh? I hope you're ready."
Then again, Dudley was friendly and he knocked the crap out of Rock. Not wanting to take any chances, he kicks at the grass with his boot and starts pacing a circle around the guy. "Come on," he says. "Show me what you can do, big man."
COMBATSYS: Rock has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Rock focuses on his next action.
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Rock 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Maxima
Cracking his neck with a practiced sort of ease, Maxima takes all of Rock's careful movements in stride. The big man lurches forward only for a moment, quinting at Rock as if to get a closer look. Unseen is the immeasurable amount of data being fed to him by his own cybernetic mind, files rapidly pulling up detailing Rock's capacities and strengths like a doctor's report. "Huh? Oh yeah -- I'm ready." Slowly, Maxima's legs spread, shoulder-length.
"Just let me prep a bit."
Soon enough, all the information Maxima needs has been gathered and processed far faster than any normal mind could accomplish. He notes how Rock circles, how he prepares. And, remembering the boy's defensive abilities granted to him by his father, Maxima pauses -- if only for a second. And then? He grins. "Alright...
"Let's do this!!"
With one push, Maxima is off his feet, surging towards Rock like a human locomotive. His right hand cocks backwards before swinging towards Rock in a blur of speed, bending at the elbow to knock that leather-clad join right across the side of Rock's head with swift, brutal force. "HMPH!!"
COMBATSYS: Rock counters Quick Punch from Maxima with Gedan Crack Counter.
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Rock 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Maxima
Maxima needs more data, apparently. Rock Howard is pacing, transparent and clear as day in his intention to be wary of this much larger and stronger fighter. But the entire purpose of the Crack Counter Techniques Geese Howard has perfected over a lifetime is that, if your technique is flawless, they cannot be stopped. The problem, of course, is that none of the Howards -- or their half-brothers to the west -- are perfect. Who is?
But in this case, Rock's doing well. Bracing his heels into the grass the second Maxima starts barreling forward, Rock waits until the last second to shift his weight from his heels to his toes. He twists his waist, leans forward, and then jumps. His body arcs smoothly, somersaulting up through the air and directly over the shoulder of Maxima's attacking arm as it reaches it's full extension.
Completing his body's rotation through the air, Rock improvises one of Terry Bogard's favorite attacks. Pushing his right leg back, his steel-toed heel slams into the back of the cyborg's cranium. A second later, back to Maxima, his feet touch the ground. "Heh," he says, gloved hand rubbing his jaw, his head tilting to eye the reprecussions of the countering technique. "I watched you fight Adelheid. He's strong."
All the data in the world can't help you make someone slower when they've fully prepared themselves. The first blow is really just a testing one -- as Maxima said, he -did- need to prep. The assault is quick, but it's more to test Rock's reactions than anything else. And...
... they are, apparently, quite satisfactory. Finding his assault circumvented and Rock flipping through the air over him, Maxima doesn't have much time to react before there is a heel slamming into his head -- giving a solid -thud-ing sound at the moment of impact. It causes Maxima to stagger forward two steps, his head dipping forward for a moment... before he shakes his head clear, and offers a thoughtful smile Rock's way. "Strong, huh? Yeah, I guess he is. But then, genetics, right?"
As Maxima speaks, his body makes a sudden, swift twist, bringing himself swinging straight around to grab Rock securely by his wrist. If he succeeds, he'll simply yank Rock -forward- like a ragdoll. As if the man weighed little more than a feather, Maxima will thrust him up into the air, before yanking -down- swiftly, to send him back-first into the ground with a painful landing.
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits Rock with Quick Throw.
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Rock 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Maxima
The comment about genetics briefly catches Rock off guard. He thought Maxima was a nice guy but the implication is that all his and Adelheid's talent comes from their linneage and not the lifetime of training and tribulations! Before Howard realizes it, his hand is clutched by the big man and he's being twisted violently forward in some sort of Judo whip.
Into the air and then crashing into the dirt, Rock lands hard and skids a good couple of feet away from Maxima. He can feel the bruises already starting to welt on his shoulder blades from the severity of the impact; the air briefly shot from his lungs as his chest contuded. Willing himself to say mobile and climb out of a prone position, Rock rolls onto his side and then cuts a leg up inward.
Planting his foot against the ground, he rockets right off the ground from a sudden three-point stance. He manages to get two hard steps in before he's flowing into Maxima's reach. His right hand cocks, bending at the elbow, as a billowing blossom of bluish white chi slices across his body. Cutting his arm forward, he tries to drive his elbow straight into the chest of the much larger man, all momentum in his body channeled into that burning point.
COMBATSYS: Rock successfully hits Maxima with Hard Edge.
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Rock 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Maxima
Of course, intent and interpretation are two entirely different things. Maxima doesn't quite know how angry of an angry teen Rock Howard is, otherwise he might choose his words more carefully. As it stands, there's very little condescension in Maxima's words, and he doesn't mean for there to be any. Odds are, Adelheid and Rock have both trained hard. But then... the power of their heritage can't really be disputed, either. Talent has to come from some place, after all.
And Rock goes on to prove how his talent has grown far beyond his father's own tampering as he drives himself forward with that blue chi-laden fist. Maxima attempts to stand and take the bulk of the strike; sadly, though, it proves to be far too much for the massive Canadian to handle all at once, and sends him bursting backwards in a short hop that leaves him landing in a stagger and a smoking chest.
"... That's quite a hit you've got there," he notes, suitably impressed. But, before Rock can properly respond, Maxima is already moving -forward-, lifting his right leg high into the air before bringing it -down- in a blurring, stomping kick aimed at driving itself straight into Rock's gut. "HMPH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Rock blocks Maxima's Light Kick.
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Rock 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Maxima
Rock rises slowly up from the impact point of the Hard Edge, chi swirls rising off the length of his arm from the elbow. His muscles relax and his eyes flatten, surveying the wreckage laid onto his opponent and starting to instinctively run through follow up scenarios to be ready for whatever might come next. "Than--" he starts to say, always a sucker for a compliment, when Maxima's big boot is crashing into his chest.
His ribs bend from the force, his body constricting inward as he's driven back from the thunderous leg's impact. Rock hits the ground on his ass, momentum carries him onto his back and then into a full rotation, his body rolling towards the perimeter of the 'ring.' After the second orbit, he's able to right himself by digging a hand into the ground, his fingertips scraping through the dirt and grass to stall his movements.
"Whew," he says, looking at Maxima with approval. "You hit like a Mac Truck. I heard you were a tank, but /man/." Rock gets back to hi feet, sliding back into his usual fighting stance. He flexes and unflexes the fingers of a hand, red eyes aligning onto Maxima again. "You hit as hard as Grant."
COMBATSYS: Rock focuses on his next action.
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Rock 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Maxima
Finding his assault quickly and deftly taken care of, Maxima smiles in appreciation of the boy's reflexes. "Grant? The name sounds familiar." The Martyr of Might, he realizes. But just what his connection to Rock is, that's the issue. But his thoughts only last a moment, as soon after... Rock Howard is once more staying back and attempting to hone in. He blinks. He scratches his head, squints. And then... he stands up.
"You tend to hang back a lot?" The question lingers, but Maxima doesn't expect there to be much in way of a response. Mainly... because he doesn't intend to allow one. Stretching out his right arm, the Canadian cyborg relaxes his body, and then, in a matter of moments, Maxima is springing forward towards Rock, completely undeterred.
Right arm cocked back, Maxima wastes no time. As soon as Rock hesitates, he's already upon him, swinging that massive fist down in what would appear, for all intents and purposes, to be a simple, downwards punch. Yet, before it can connect, Maxima's wrist blossoms out into a series of armcannons that wreath his wrist and -explode- with a sudden volley of highly-pressurized air, released with such force that, should it impact, it'll strike Rock's chest with more than enough force to send him flying backwards -- with much more force than a simple punch would have mustered.
COMBATSYS: Rock counters Vapour Cannon from Maxima with Gedan Crack Counter.
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Rock 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Maxima
"Only when the guy I'm fighting can knock me out with one punch," Rock replies, explaining his hesitation by means of a compliment. Fights who aren't crazy or evil generally find that Howard isn't the angry, frustrated, teenager that so many others claim. Then again, when the fight is going well, he doesn't have any cause to start questioning his evil blood or anything.
The truth is, Rock and Maxima have more in common that a familiar with the Martyr of Might. Rock was kidnapped by NESTS -- it was only the efforts of Terry Bogard and his friend Roy Bromwell that kept him from terrible experiments and a lifetime of horrible things. Now, he's able to run through the League for the simple glory of the fight. He's able to be a carefree 18-year-old fighting prodigy who wants nothing more than to feel his fists pounding on the skin of an opponent.
But Maxima's not a normal opponent. Eyes widening when the big man screams at him, in a similar pattern to the move he was able to turn against him before, Rock preps his body for a similar flip kick. Only, just before he's going to jump, he realizes there is something different. It's all instinct after that. When the cannons deploy and the air swirls, Rock's body shifts as he pivots on his right heel. He comes whipping in a spin directly around Maxima's bulk, ending up off to the man's side. He uses the momentum of his twisting body to fire an elbow towards the cyborg's ribcage.
"Where--" Rock's breathing is ragged. "Where the hell did that come from?!"
Maxima ponders over various things as he is elbowed in the side. His reaction is much less pronounced this time around, as he finds himself outmaneuvered; he only lurches to the side, not even taking a single step as the foot impacts into the back of his head. Instead, the Canadian just gives a brief shake of his head, working out the kinks, and then turns around to regard the young man just behind him.
"... Hmm," Maxima muses slowly, not really intent on giving Rock an answer just yet. "Maybe I'll tell you once the fight is over. Until then, let's just consider it a secret." And that's about it. Rubbing the back of his head, Maxima gives a single step -backwards-, digging his booted foot into the ground.
Within a moment, the man is thrusting all that bulk -forward-, intent on driving his fist into the side of Rock's head in a simple, swift punch. It'll carry with it enough force to likely knock Rock solidly off to the side, and provide Maxima with a moment's time to think over his next course of action -- should it -connect-, in any case. "HMPH!"
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits Rock with Quick Punch.
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Cyborg knuckles meet second generation jaw as Rock's head snaps back from the resounding impact of Maxima's fist. That was the haymaker he was just talking about -- one of those simple punches that could take his head clean off. He can already feel the concussed feeling in his frontal lobe; his mind wanting to close itself from reality to recover. He forces his will through it, finding his legs staggering as his eyes open back up. Somewhere in the course of it he ended up gripping the plastic fencing of the field for support.
Digging his fingers into the edge, Rock breathes a rough breath out and spits into the field. He can taste the crimson in his throat. He's made it clear that he's faster than Maxima, and Maxima's made it clear that he hits like a spike-driving machine. But he'll be more careful, worried about Rock's reflexes. Howard can push onto the offensive now. Or he'll just eat a wave of pain. Either way, he's positively excited.
Breaking into a crooked grin, he comes back to face Maxima. He doesn't wait before breaking into a streaking run, coming right at Maxima like he did when he laid in the Hard Edge. But instead of chi-powered elbow, Rock feints with his right arm like he's going for a right-cross, ducks his body into a roll forward, and comes out of it with his leg sweeping along the horizontal to try and clip Maxima's own footing behind the knees.
COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Strong Kick from Rock with Maxima Missile.
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That single, swift punch buys Maxima all the time in the world that he needs to prepare for what inevitably comes next. As Rock snaps backwards, Maxima is already reeling -away- with surprising speed, making sure to gain a proper amount of distance between himself and the young Howard. The force behind the blow is apparent, but Maxima also knows that's not going to be enough to take down Rock. So... he waits.
Fortunately, Maxima doesn't have to wait for -too- long. Just long enough to really prepare himself. As Rock grips onto that plastic rope for support, Maxima's legs once more slide out, shoulder-width apart. Offering a brief smile as Rock advances once more, the mighty Canadian titan of a man hunkers down...
... and then rushes straight forward. He barrels -straight- towards Rock in what might appear to be a suicidal maneuver. Yet, it accomplishes -exactly- what he wants. Rock's fist strikes a surprisingly hard chest as his feint actually -strikes-, putting a halt to his actual maneuver. Before he can carry through with it, Maxima is thrusting a single, huge fist forwards in an upwards-aimed punch, his fist SLAMMING into Rock's jaw with a good deal of strength to back it, with every intention of sending Rock airborne and away yet again. "HAH!!"
The Maxima Missile hurts. Rock finds his feint being swallowed by what feels like punching the side of an Abrams Tank. He can't really comprehend the level of screwed he is before the fist crushes his chin. Rock isn't in cleats, but he's decleated all the same. His body flows with the force like a fern in the wind, keeling back from the impact and floating up through the air.
It's far more peaceful to watch than it feels. Crashing, back-first, into the ground a dozen feet away from Maxima -- Howard doesn't stir for a few seconds. His head spins and swims, stars crossed with a pounding crescendo of pain a new concussion brings. He'll have to spend some time meditation in the Scottish Highlands with his Uncle to fix things. He'll need to get punched in the face on the other side of his head to fix the kink in his jaw.
Rolling his mouth to work it out and looking at the sky, Rock can see the first of the night's stars as he gets to a knee. A gloved hand passes through blond hair, pulling it from his red eyes, and he squints at Maxima. "See what I was talking about?" he says, like he just justified himelf by letting the guy slam him in the face like a missile launcher.
That last attempt taught Rock that he can't get in too close. Instead, he goes all Geese Howard on the guy. He uses funky ancient jui-jitsu, forbidden techniques from the East. Dark arts, powered by your anger and the power of your boiling blood! Tearing a chunk of grass out of the ground as he gets from his knee to both feet, Rock blitzkriegs forward in a sudden wash of energy.
Chi billows around him by the time he's near Maxima. Instead of trying to grapple or melee the guy, Rock just straight explodes. Heels skidding the last foot into the perimeter of the bigger man, the Raging Storm erupts with a sudden fury of light and power -- ribbons of chi exploding from every direction as Howard slams his fists towards the ground.
COMBATSYS: Rock successfully hits Maxima with Raging Storm'.
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That doesn't look good.
Of course, Maxima -senses- what's coming before he actually sees it. Sudden sparks of chi that register on his scanners as Rock gets back onto his feet. Maxima quirks his head to the side, considering the young man in his gaze. His eyes narrow in thought, considering that sudden spike in power as the chi around Howard begins to swell and burst forward in arching streaks around him. Of course, he knows what's coming. And he only has one real response for it:
"Ah, crap."
There's no time to do anything about it. Before he knows it, he's being assaulted by a sudden maelstrom of chi that flows out from all around Howard. The impact is enough to send Maxima -rocketing- backwards from the sheer force alone. Any defense he may have tried is postively useless in the face of such overwhelming strength. It propels him backwards -- no easy feat for someone with his unusually -large- mass -- until he finally smashes straight -through- the plastic fencing, landing with a sudden, painful tumble and stopping in a smoking heap.
"... Ugh..." the first noise uttered from Maxima's lips is a painful groan. Unfortunately for Rock, though, he's not quite 'taken out' yet; his body lifts in a slow pull upwards, patting down his armored shoulders and looking down at his outfit which -- oddly enough -- goes unscathed. NESTS makes their outfits extremely durable. Yet -- whatever Rock might be expecting, it never comes. Instead, Maxima takes this time to hang back, cocking his head to the side as those complex scanners of his observe and record Rock's behaviors, analyzing them in rapid-fire rates of speed. "... Maybe I ought to step this up a notch, eh?"
COMBATSYS: Maxima focuses on his next action.
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"Maybe," Rock says back to Maxima, his breathing even but deep from the expenditure of energy the Raging Storm calls for. His purple jacket and black clothes smoke from the blossom of power, cooling to the night air. He catches Maxima's artificial eye, sensing -- not quite knowing how deeply he's being scanned -- but sensing the man's mind running over him. Good, let him worry about what he's got in the tank, he thinks. That'll make it easier to win this fight. Maxima won't know what's coming next.
Breathing catching, Rock doesn't press his own advantage. Instead, he cracks another grin at the big man and starts to prowl the perimeter. He makes it half an arc on way and then back to his starting point before he plants his feet and adopts the Hakyokusaken stance. "Come on," he beckons, motioning with his hand. "I know you've got something left in there."
This is where it all collides. Rock does something brilliant or gets blown up.
COMBATSYS: Rock focuses on his next action.
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Got something left?
"You could say that."
Of course, this is the point where Rock does something brilliant or something foolish. If he had pressed an offensive, he might have potentially regretted it. Yet, waiting in the sidelines for Maxima to come to him? ... Probably not the wisest idea of all, either. Even as Rock prepares himself, Maxima is already taking a single step backwards, his left foot digging into the ground. As if... bracing himself, preparing for something that is going to give a monstrous amount of kick-back. He's got the time to do it, after all. Rock is giving him the means for a perfect set up, so what kind of person would he be to deny it?
The entire posture that the Canadian takes might seem odd to Rock, until the man takes a firm grip at his jacket opening with both hands. Prying it open, he reveals that broad, clad chest. "... I guess I'm going to have to explain this one, too." As the former NESTS agent speaks, something entirely strange begins to happen. Something that might just throw Rock for a loop.
His chest begins to open up.
Pectorals literally -sliding- out and to the sides, his upper torso rotates -away- from him as if sliding apart like compartments. A series of metallic clacking can be heard, along with a distinct thrum of energy. It's not too difficult to even see what it -is-: a cannon. A cannon embedded in Maxima's chest cavity where lungs and heart and ribs should be, pulsating with an ethereal cerulean glow, and humming louder, louder, LOUDER...
... until it all comes to a screeching stop with the sound of a deafening, earth-shattering -boom-.
The ground literally shakes the moment that Maxima releases all that pent-up chi in one immense beam, easily larger than Rock is tall. A churning, furious column of blue-white power, cutting through the air at breakneck speeds... with every intent of crashing INTO Rock, engulfing him, and blasting him far and away.
COMBATSYS: Rock fails to slow MX-II Final Cannon from Maxima with Raging Storm'.
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COMBATSYS: Rock can no longer fight.
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Dragonball Z ensues. Maxima's GIGANTO CANNON reveals itself and Rock Howard has no freaking idea what to do about it. He's fighting a piece of military hardware, not a man with muscle and sinew. Bones and joints. Things that you can break. Starting to back up when Maxima's chest first opens, his eyes dawning with something mixed with astonishment and horror, Rock reaches the perimeters of the fence when he realizes he has no where else to go.
Rock's fists clench. His mind clears and he focuses. He starts willing chi back from his surrroundings, converting the fabric of his environment in energy he can control. An aura of golden light starts to flicker around his body, swirling in a corona of living color as he stares down the ever increasing barrel of Maxima's ultimate weapon.
When it finally comes, a blue-beam of pain meeting a starburst of gold -- one side wins. There is a terrible explosion of color and power, blanketing the sky in a streak of negated light. To Rock's credit, he doesn't try evade or avoid it. He swallows it whole and hopes to come out on the other side. He doesn't do anything brilliant.
The wake embers into a cooling swath of melted color; the horizon bleeding back to it's normal hues. Where Rock stood is a scorched black slab of Earth. Somewhere, a quarter mile across the park, the son of Geese bounce-skips to a humming stop. Smoke quaffs, oh, it quaffs.
Maxima won't need to make any explanations... Unless he goes to the hospital.
He did kick it up a notch, just as he said.
Sadly, it might have been a bit too lethal of a notch that he kicked up to.
Of course, Maxima has faith in Rock Howard's overwhelming tenacity. He knows the boy went to Thailand during the Shadaloo conflict, his information database has told him that much. The fact that Rock survived it all speaks something to his hardiness. That doesn't, however, mean that the full force of Maxima's Final Cannon isn't going to -hurt-. It does exactly that, and more; energies come into conflict, clashing with each other for a brief, brilliant moment...
... until the beam completely overwhelms and encompasses Rock completely in a single, painful moment. Maxima can't help but wince in the aftermath as that beam subsides and his chest closes in once more with a series of metallic clacks, locking it completely into place. He knows Rock is alive, at least; his ever-observent eyes can tell him that much alone when he finally pinpoints where Rock is falling, and where he ultimately lands, so very... very... far away.
"... Well, I guess that settles that," he utters awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking towards the League camera crew. "Some of you might want to -- uh -- call an ambulance or something, and get him medical help. He'll be fine, but he's in pretty poor shape." The crew just stares, gaping as Maxima nods his head in a show of gratitude, before turning and beginning his walk away. Well -- that proved to be an invigorating match, at the very least. Even if Maxima feels bad.
At least Rock won't die.
That's a plus.
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:31:20 09/16/2007 by Maxima, and last modified on 06:32:39 09/17/2007.