Description: [OOC] Duketor Doom says, "oh god i'm fighting the SFII Blanka AI!!!" (Winner: Duke)
'Who do you want to fight?'
Blanka was never good with writing - even with all the training he's been getting from Himeko, words are still pretty foreign to him. Reaching out with a paw, he had carefully selected one of the shortest names he could find. The man had nodded, and told him that the match would be set up for a few days from then, in the Taiyo Dome Arena. To be there, to be ready promptly at sunset. And so, Blanka had.
The giant green monster is ready, walking back and forth in the central arena. Pacing, ever so steadily, sniffing the air and taking in the scents around. His dress is back to his 'normal' outfit, needing the ability to move more than the ability to blend in. After all, at 6'3 and with bright orange hair, the only place he might have a shot at fitting in at is a McDonalds.
Whatever the bad luck or cosmic forces that inevitably made Blanka's choice, whether it be some stroke of misfortune or, more likely, his simplistic practicality, the opponent he is fighting today is not quite the -nicest- of individuals around. Though Blanka likely hasn't had much in the way of experience with rumors and fighter renown, the name he picked? Belongs to one of the most ruthless individuals in the entire league. A man who has become well known for his overwhelming brutality in his methods of fighting, and the generally unpleasant and even -angry- way he set about manhandling his opponents. Yet, lucky or unlucky, Blanka gets himself a challenge today. For soon after he arrives, pacing the arena...
... Duke, the man known in the criminal underworld as 'Hell's Executioner,' makes his way into the opposite end of the ring.
An absolutely impassive look paints the dark-skinned man's features as he advances into the arena. It's not an expression that lasts. As soon as he sets eyes on his opponent? A brow lifts, a look of curiosity and... mild -confusion- painting his features. The closest to shock Duke will ever get to express, likely. "... Oh. It's you. The animal." Scoffing, Duke rolls his shoulders back, his tone nonchalant and unpleasant as his large hands shove into his pants pockets.
"Hmph. I've never gotten the chance to fight a real monster before."
Make that 'no experience'. Blanka's completely unaware of how things work in the league, and is quite unprepared for picking someone who doesn't treat this as a game. No, no, this is supposed to be a competition but a friendly one. That's what Dan said! And Dan doesn't lie, darn it! As his opponent faces off, Blanka stands tall. Beast-man or no, he doesn't take kindly to being called 'monster' or 'animal'. He's a man, just like anyone else, and tonight he proves it.
Howling, he bounds forwards, bringing both hands up and around towards Duke's chest, a vicious double-handed haymaker thrown out as a 'welcome'. His voice is angry, gritty as he swings. "Man.. Not animal!" He's intent on proving something, and that may just be trying to prove that he's a crazy animal. Oops. Hopefully it's not that he proves 'I miss'!
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Duke has joined the fight here.
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Duke 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Blanka
COMBATSYS: Duke endures Blanka's Fierce Punch.
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Duke 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Blanka
'Man.. Not animal!' Blanka says.
"So the monster can even talk, huh? Impressive."
Duke doesn't even really -wait- for a response. He's already off his feet the moment that Blanka barrels towards him, intending to stop the beastman short of his sudden charge to gain a tactical advantage, of sorts. Blanka's fists thrust forward in announcement of the start of the match, and POUND into Duke's body with impressive force. Yet... Hell's Executioner doesn't falter backwards, despite the strength of the blow. Instead, as Blanka is in the middle of his swing, Duke's leg is already swinging up. And by the time those fists strike him...
... the sole of Duke's polished shoe crashes into the ground with earth-shattering force. "GRAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
Immediately, the ground begins to shake violently, trembling with earthquake-like tremors meant to unsettle Blanka's footing. At the same time, a circular wave of chi-laden fire springs -out- from Duke's foot, intent on crashing into Blanka at point-blank range and sending him -blasting- backwards.
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits Blanka with Seismic Impact.
- Power hit! -
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Duke 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Blanka
His best hit! Well, actually, it's not his best hit, but damn it's pretty solid. Blanka can feel the ache of knuckles as they impact, but even at the same time, he sees another attack coming in. Assuming that the kick is aimed for his shoulder, he edges out of its way, and looks pleased that he avoided the giant crushing axe kick. That is, of course, until the trembling starts. The rest is too fast to follow or comprehend. He loses his balance and is engulfed in that blazing fire, knocked upwards and backwards, landing painfully awkward on the turf, skidding up a large chunk of it.
For all the pain - he gets back up. His neck cracks, and he growls under his breath. "Small mind.. big man." With that, he drops down to all fours to speed up and then ducks his head down. A leap, a second leap, and then he's /right/ there, bringing his head up and around into play, trying to show how much of a monster he can be, fangs going for Duke's face!
COMBATSYS: Duke blocks Blanka's Wild Fang.
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Duke 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Blanka
Standing tall, Duke looks less-than impressed at Blanka as the green-skinned man comes to a sudden, crashing fall against the arena floor. A large hand lifts, fingertips scraping across the length of that jagged scar that decorates his neck. A sneer, wholly unpleasant in nature, comes into place across Duke's lips as Blanka rises up from his feet. "So..." he begins, contemplatively. His hands clench into fists, and his body lowers itself into an easy, simple fighting stance one might find in a simple brawler.
"... I guess the beast is just as much of a loser as every other fighter."
But then, Blanka is coming at Duke with something slightly -unexpected-. Finding the beastman leaping through the air once, twice, Duke blinks as soon as he finds a gaping maw zooming in on him, aiming to chomp into his face. Moving entirely on instinct, Hell's Executioner -jerks- his right arm up, letting teeth sink into forearm instead of his more vulnerable face.
The aspiring mobster doesn't even do so much as -wince- at the obvious damage inflicted as he seeks to simply snap his arm off to the side of him with such force that Blanka is ripped from his arm and sent -flying- into a nearby wall.
"How sad."
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Quick Throw from Duke with Electric Thunder.
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Duke 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Blanka
Blanka actually isn't that big on the taste of meat. He'd much rather sink those teeth into a tasty melon or a banana, something soft and juicy with a great aftertaste. They are, however, quite good for intimidating the larger animals in the world that don't seem to understand that squashing a Blanka is a bad idea. And seemingly at least slightly good at holding on, as well. Blanka isn't big on the concept of 'tearing', but...
He's not about to let go. Holding tight to Duke's arm with his mouth as the man tries to whip him away, Blanka's neck is wrenched and his body /almost/ goes flying. He manages to hold on, his feet finding the ground, his eyes looking into Duke's as he growls around the forearm... And then Blanka's body erupts into lightning, electricity sparking and flowing on and around him, channeled then into the arm that is held. He does it as long as he can, trying to give Duke something to think about, to remember him by. Grr!!
Now that--
That's interesting, isn't it?
Finding Blanka persistently sticking to his arm, Duke can do little more than join the green-skinned beast-man for a sudden, unpleasant ride of electric shocks. His body jolting in place as he is assailed over and over again by waves of chi-lightning, those dark eyes of the Southsynd lieutenant's narrow in annoyance and pain, his fist beginning to clench as smoke rises from his body, and blood drips from his arm.
"You stick on... like a -TICK-. HRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" Bellowing out that blood-curdling battlecry, Duke suddenly bursts -forward- in a jolt of blurring speed meant to disorient Blanka as he remains attached. From there, Hell's Executioner will swing his right arm forward, with Blanka still -- hopefully -- attached, intent on SLAMMING it and, subsequently his opponent, straight into a nearby arena wall with enough force to crack the structure.
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits Blanka with Strong Punch.
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Duke 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Blanka
Tenacious! Holding on to the bitter... end? Whoops! Blanka holds on a few seconds too long, and as the fist hits the wall, Blanka's head bounces off the arena wall as well. It makes a rattling sound, the beast staggering backwards a few feet, holding his head and trying to recover. Dizzy? Why yes, just a little! Swaying side to side, his legs jerk spasmodically, making it almost look like a dance.
Recover he does, though - he's more than willing to keep going a little bit more. He shakes it off, spitting and wiping his mouth down with the hairy back of an arm. Bleah, Duke tastes bad. He starts to advance again, licking his lips - he's still kicking, even if Duke is looking less than affected. "C'... COME ON!" he bellows, and then throws his hands forwrads, into a leaping spring straight up - towards the rafters..
COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts Tropical Hazard from Blanka with Minefield EX.
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Duke 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Blanka
An interesting, if not short and brutal fight. Blanka is proving himself more than capable of dishing out pain in spades -- just as Duke would imagine any animal would. The man underestimates Blanka's tenacity, though, and an important thing that Duke conveniently forgets the green-skinned manbeast has: the strength of human willpower. As Blanka comes to a recovery from that last, brutal attack, Duke frowns, cracking his knuckles in preparation. "Don't you get it, chump...?"
Blanka leaps in an impressive jump, shooting through the air as the camera team attempts to keep track of his sudden movements. Duke calmly looks up, his body suddenly -glowing-. A corona of blood red swirls around him like a storm constricted tightly to his body. It's a prelude, a herald of the pain to come.
"... You're done."
Blanka descends, and -slams- into Duke. The second that he does, though, that field of chi that surrounds Duke ruptures from the disturbance, exploding OUT in a sudden, brilliantly brief exertion of power. A swirling, chaotic explosion of scarlet that slams INTO Blanka and expands outwards... just as those melons rain down. None ever hit their mark. They are all engulfed in the burst, exploding in a sudden rain of tough melon skins and chunky insides, spraying all over the arena, the stands -- coating the camera crew and those who are spectating.
Unfortunately, some of the melons land too slowly to experience the full brunt of the attack; concussive force alone strikes them, sending the dangerous fruits ricocheting everywhere, one crashing into a nearby cameraman -- beaning him in the head with such force that he's knocked flat out. Duke doesn't seem to care. He just stands in the center of his dissipating explosion, a single hand shoving into his pants pocket.
"Pathetic."
Melons everywhere! The explosion wasn't anywhere near what Blanka was expecting - in fact, he was just hoping for knocking Duke off his feet. It's a vicious thing, something that Blanka couldn't prepare for, and the scarlet fire knocks him up off his feet, and down to the ground. This time, this time he's down for certain. For certain, it's over!
But no! Blanka gets back to his feet, to show the man that he's more than capable, more than the monster that Duke declares him to be. He starts towards the man deliberately, certain in each step after step, walking towards him. He brings his arm back, twisting his body to get the most impact out of the blow that he's getting ready to aim at Duke's fa....
*FOOMP*
Foomp! Foomp is the sound of a giant watermelon landing atop Blanka's head and getting stuck there. The beastman panicks, swinging in a wide wild circle and hitting nothing, staggering off whilst trying to get the melon off of his head. Not the best ending to this battle, but... you take what you can get! At least he's still standing!
COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Duke has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:54:51 09/17/2007 by Blanka, and last modified on 05:51:26 09/18/2007.