Description: [Vyle vs. Elle] Judas Priest (1982). Stuck in a dark pit with Vyle, Elle takes some time to contemplate the people she works with. She tries to adopt some of their strengths and abilities into her own repitoire to great success, nearly obliterating the wrestler in the process. Despite this, Vyle manages a come from behind victory when he somehow survives Elle's final destructive burst and land his most powerful technique in an last ditch emergency maneuver. [Winner: Vyle]
Elle never set out to be a fighter.
She knows how to fight, certainly. Raw instinct and self preservation go a long way in teaching a person how to duck and move in close combat. Hands learn to use weaponry. A clear head and a photographic memory allows Elle to memorize things and synthesize them into a combat style that's uniquely her own.
But she's not a fighter. As such, she hates tournaments, leagues, and sanctioned combat. As pertinent as they can be for practicing, she has no interest in doing battle for show. When she fights, she seeks to accomplish something.
But so far, everything in Jinchuu has been unusual. This hasn't been the standard tournament by any means. That and that alone keeps Elle sticking to the schedule, following the letter of all laws, if not the spirit.
Today Elle is trying something a little different than her usual fare. As the fights mean less to her than the knowledge she gains from them, she feels safe in trying out new things.
Approaching the combat ring, Elle's clad in a motorcycle jumpsuit, a dark maroon with a black strip running down the front. Heavy cycling boots clang across the deck of the ship, resonating with each step. However, she brings something new to combat today.
Hefted in her hand is a mace. Not a flashy truncheon, or a tonfa... but an honest to goodness mace. A simpler weapon there hasen't been. A length of tempered steel, with a triangular head at the end. Elle's not into swords, knives, or daggers. Today, it's all about a weapon that has remained virtually unchanged since combat began. She taps it in her hand, awaiting Vyle's arrival with the look of someone that couldn't be less excited about this affair. For her, it's all about beating her opponent and leaving.
Vyle, however...he's a fighter. Sure many don't consider pro wrestling a real form of fighting...but say that after someone trained in wrestling nearly tears your arm out of your socket with a simple hammerlock.
Either way, despite being a long way away from the wrestling ring, Vyle's here...and unlike Elle, he revels in this stuff. If only so he can rub it in losers faces when he wins. Oh...and the money. The money's key. Sure, he missed out on the big opportunity when that semi crashed into the ship...but there's still money to be made (and stolen here). As well as that prize at the end.
Sadly, making his way onto the deck for the fight, Vyle can't use his usual entrance (especially having lost his stereo on the prelims). However, he still looks pumped, jumping on the balls of his feet as he regards Elle, watching her mace as it's swung around. "Hrmph...hope you can use that thing," he says, smirking as he settles into a stance.
She doesn't answer. There's no real reason to. Elle doesn't even so much as narrow her eyes at the statement. The leather strap at the end of the mace is hooked ontp a clip at her waist, the metal clasp snapping shut audibly at her belt. Witty banter can be saved for later.
She observes the man for a moment, and ratchets back into her memory. What does she know about this one?
Frightfully little. A wrestler, quick on his feet and marginally successful on the fighter circuit. He's more likely to be on her level than any of her opponents have been as of late.
She doesn't take a fighter's stance. Instead, she keeps walking, her pace slow, even and steady. Elle's eyes flick about, getting a good understanding as to her surroundings and what she has available for cover as she approaches Vyle. She raises one hand, the heavy cycling glove starting to blur to normal sight as she does so.
With a sudden motion, she thrusts the hand at his face, not seeking to connect, but to unleash a deafening blast of squealing, cacophonic noise, as if she had unleashed a compressed metal guitar riff set to 11 on the amplifier straight into the wrestler's head.
COMBATSYS: Elle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Elle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Vyle with Metal Health.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle remembers enough about Elle though. He knows that electric stuff she can do is dangerous stuff and quite the equalizer. So he tries to hold back fro now...unfortunatelyhe doesn't seem prepared enough when Elle thrusts her hand out into his face and lets loose that wailing noise. It's enough to set off balanace and make his head feel like exploding. "FUUUUUUAAAHHHHHHHYOU BITCH!!" he shouts in pain, clutching his head. "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" he snaps, not in the mood for taunting banter this time as he leaps up, driving back down to Elle with repeated, right footed stomps.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Vyle's Riot Stampede.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vyle
Her foot speed is slow, but her arm speed is quick. As Vyle leaps in to stomp her head in with rapid thrusts of his foot, Elle's already mounting her defensive maneuver. Heavy cycling gloves raise up to absorb the blow, her body rattling with each powerful kick.
Overall, Vyle's rapid retaliation doesn't really get to her overmuch. She can tolerate physical blows like that all day. Elle's always well prepared for the expected.
But how about the unexpected?
As Vyle's attack subsides, she's ready to respond with her own assault... until the floor drops out from under her. The trapdoor clicks open, and all she can do is let out a shout of surprise as she finds herself falling into darkness.
She's used to setting the stage for her battles, and in this particular situation, the best she can do is fall like the Shadaloo trainers taught her to fall: by spreading the amount of points to touch ground to lessen the impact. It's not a long way's to go, but it's certainly upsetting, especially when the light disappears.
Elle slams into the ground, both heavy booted feet and gloves absorbing the shock as she makes a four point landing into the black. She can't even see her own hands, much less the walls or ceiling anymore.
This could pose a problem.
As a visual fighter, this handicaps her considerably. Luckily, she always prepares herself for unusual contingencies. Batman's not the only one that carries a utility belt. Painkillers, bandages, blood coagulent... oh yes. There it is. The feel of a flashlight meets her hands. But that's not important right now. What is important is figuring out positioning.
And she does that simply by tossing a handful of fletchettes into the darkness, the blind motion less of an attack than a way to figure out where the walls are.
COMBATSYS: Elle takes no action.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vyle
The stomps come rapidly...but only clash against Elle's guard, doing little damage relatively. "Nhh...." he grunts, already put into a sour mood thanks to Elle's first attack. As he drops back and tries to prepare for another attack...something happens, and the floor gives way. Eyes widen as he suddenly feels himself drop. "HOLY SH-" he shouts before the darkness comes. Finally, Vyle lands, grunting and dropping into a roll to absorb the drop. Still, he feels a bit jarred as he lands. And when he looks up...he's a bit put off that it's dark all of a sudden, the only light from the outside disappearing as the trapdoor closes. He growls...but rather than try and attack again, he does a little much like Elle does, except he throws a shoe. He makes sure to drop it flat on its sole though, in hopes of getting Elle to attack that way instead of at him. Better to give away her position after all.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vyle
First thing is first. There are steps, if not procedures for the unitiated to fight blind.
Listening for the metal throwing weapons clatter, she manages to find a wall. Unfortunately for her, her footsteps are exceedingly noisy. What does work in her favor is the fact that Vyle's busy making noise of his own, which helps confuse the fact as she approaches solid metal.
That being done, she presses her back firmly to the wall.
This way, she's firmly covered an entire dimension of attack.
Her back slides against the cold metal, and she closes her eyes, as if it would allow her to see in the dark any better. The flashlight she has would definitely five her position away at this point. So what exactly is there available?
There's only one real recourse in her mind. More metallic slivers fall into her hands as she peers into the darkness. Still nothing. Instead of attempting to move from her defensive position, Elle takes a more affirmative measure by filling the air with the sharp objects. Normally. she'd supercharge them with sonic energy. In this case, however, the noise would give her position away definitely. Nearly invisible daggers shoot off into the inky blackness, hopefully finding a bite.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Elle's Large Thrown Object.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle hears the fact that Elle shanks the wall with something...metal. However, this doesn't give Vyle too good of an idea where it's being thrown from, not being a master of triangulating things by sound. However, he knows better than to stand still as they're tossed out. So risking the noise that he makes he leaps to the side, diving just in time to avoid another barrage of knives. These give him a better idea of where Elle might be, and thus, with another dive, he tries to leap for the blackness and hope he can grab onto Elle on the way down. No technique here, just trying to yank her head down into the floor of the inky black hold if he can grab her.
COMBATSYS: Elle fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Vyle with Metal Health.
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Elle 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Vyle
The response Elle tries to give fails largely due to her inability to see where the assault is coming from. Under any other circumstances, Elle probably would have had a better shot at landing her attack before Vyle could gain purchase.
Despite the blackness, Vyle somehow manages to grab her by the head, and slam her face down into the ground. The deck rings as her skull bounces once, and she's forced to move along the wall, continuing to restrict Vyle from circling around her.
Despite the attack, it appears that Elle's managing to keep a level head. Panic is still a long way from setting in.
Of course, sticking to the wall, it also kind of cuts off your movement. Even if Vyle can't see her, it forces her in a rather straight line of movement. This is where taking advantage of the situation comes in. Feeling one of the discarded flechettes on the ground near him, Vyle smirks. With a quick boot, he snaps one toward the direction he last felt Elle from, hoping to either hit her, or at least force her movements to get a better sense of where she went.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Vyle's Thrown Object.
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Elle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Vyle
No such luck, however. Elle can feel the approach of the fletchette. They resonate at a particular frequency which is compatible with her chi. However, she's not exactly swift enough to completely catch it. Instead, she raises a hand to block the shot, the cutting edge thudding into the forearm of her glove.
So far, it's even, and Elle's tactics have yet to bear fruit. It behooves her to seek a change to that.
Crouching low, she places both hands of the floor, and draws up the ambiant energies from around her. Despite the fact the the Suiryuu reacts to the stuff, if not straight out feeds on it, Elle's got no other choice if she wants to walk away from this fight on her own power.
The side effect, however, is that the entire room trembles as sonic energy builds up all around her. The noise echoes off the wall, which makes things slightly confusing.
COMBATSYS: Elle gathers her will.
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Elle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
He hears that thud. And that's good enough for Vyle really. Jumping toward the direction of that thud to cut down on the nose his movement makes, he tries to drive out toward her...until he feels the entire room rumble with energy. STill, as committed to the jump as he is, he has no choice but to make do with his initial plan, scything out with both arms in hopes of catching her with a flying clothesline.
COMBATSYS: Elle endures Vyle's Quick Punch.
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Elle 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
She's not adverse to sucking up pain. In order for her to get through this, she's going to have to. Vyle needs to close in to perform his attacks for the most part. Elle's got most of the ranges covered in her repitoire. However, without the ability to see properly, it becomes a game of absorbing hits so she can get a clean strike on Vyle.
As his arms come in to smash into her, they find their mark, slamming clean as she's forced to stagger backward. Not the most devestating blow she's ever sustained, but it's enough to keep her off balance for a moment or two.
But that gives her enough moment to retaliate swiftly.
Elle raises one of her hands, and at near pointblank range, issues a withering torrent of electrical power, that burst lighting up the air, giving the appearance of daylight for a split second. The torrent of white-hot electrical power rips forth from her arm like a snarling snake, chewing up the air, and likely Vyle, if it manages to land.
COMBATSYS: Vyle slows Whitesnake from Elle with Venom Breath.
Glancing Hit
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Elle 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
He feels her block, and that's all that he needs to get a good bead on her. Turning around, Vyle decides to do one better and try and get some of his patented Venom Breath into her face. While the darkness takes away her sight already, the irritation would likely made it harder for her to get a bead on anything. However, at the same moment, the electrical discharge comes out, sending a shock through Vyle that reverberates through his bones and leaves him a rather...disgusted, wasted heap at this point. Yes, that really....really hurt.
The acrid stench of smoke coming from her glove fills the air. it wasn't built to handle a release of that kind of power. The trailing sparks of errant electricity dance along her arm, illuminating the trailing wisp of smoke.
With Vyle down on the ground somewhere in this darkness, Elle's memory comes back into play. Given the angle she blasted him, she does her best to judge where Vyle should be on the ground. The directions and velocities play in her head as she recalls the scene repeatedly, judging, testing, observing.
She reaches into her belt once more, her fingers grasping ahold of the rapidly dwindling supply of throwing fletchettes. This time, she has a better idea where Vyle is, and she's going to give him a more protracted assault. The razor edges weapons are better aims, but smaller in volume this time around, solely to keep tabs on where Birdie might be./She reaches into her belt once more, her fingers grasping ahold of the rapidly dwindling supply of throwing fletchettes. This time, she has a better idea where Vyle is, and she's going to give him a more protracted assault. The razor edges weapons are better aims, but smaller in volume this time around, solely to keep tabs on where Vyle might be.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Elle's Thrown Object.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
Groaning in pain, Vyle tries to pick himself back up from that shocking experiene. It really didn't help at all that he got rocked like that. He feels a bit like a sitting duck here. That's why as soon as he's able to, he crawls away, letting himself pull away from his old position lest he get stuck by thoese flechettes. Good thing too, since he barely manages to avoid it. With some breathing room, Vyle tries to roll away, hoping to use the echoing of the slivers to cover his escape and get some breathing room.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Vyle
Breathing. Elle's ears tune to listen to the sound of the man breathing. Eyes close as she tries to filter everything else out. In contrast, Elle's not really in need of any kind of repair. In fact, so far, she's doing fairly well. Footsteps stop as she stands there.
Learn.
Elle's got a lot of people in her employ. Each of them have special talents, special powers and skills that they bring to bear in combat. Aislinn is a calm, steady, and feirce fighting machine who often takes moments to center herself in battle. And so, Elle copies that sentiment.
The mercenary moves slowly, carefully as she tracks the sound. As she does so, she raises her hand. The limb crackles with power once more, albeit to a far lesser extent. The light betrays her position, but it illuminates her face. It'a grim visage. While Elle's incapable of the psychological mind games that Marise plays, it doesn't mean she can't pull a few of her own. Like a executioner, she attempts to track down the scrambling man under the light of her own power.
When he comes into view, she opens fire, the blast of power ripping from her arm once more to blast into the embattled wrestler like a scintillating blue lance.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Elle's High Voltage.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Vyle
The light is a double-edged sword, no doubt. It gives Elle the illumination to track Vyle...but it also warns vyle of the incoming attack, the wrestler bolting as soon as the lancing lightning comes. It's too bad Vyle isn't of weaker constitution, or the startling, grim visage that Elle puts out would effect him more.
As is, all Vyle does is scramble away. Once he's in the clear though, he drives off after Elle, trying to tackle her to the ground and bring her down roughly using all his weight and speed. With the temporary luxury of sight again, Vyle can direct his attack better...but will it be enough?
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Vyle's Strong Throw.
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Elle 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Vyle
The answer: No.
The incoming leap from Vyle causes her eyes to narrow slightly, given the light. The assault is slow and ungainly for her, giving her enough time to place herself in a good defensive position. As his hands grab ahold, she moves, wrenchign her body free from the grasp and shoving Vyle away rudely, extinguishing the crackling power in her hand at the same time.
In doing so, the room is plunged into darkness again. But that only allows her to continue to keep herself calm, in an almost meditative state. Centered, she manipulates the power inside of her to restore the slowly building damage. Energy reallocates, easing away pain and repairing the pulled joints and bruises.
COMBATSYS: Elle gains composure.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Vyle
Vyle isn't about to let Elle get anything back though, if he can help it. While she can wrench away from him and get back, and take away his light, the wrestler can at least operate on her last position when the light went off...and the sounds he makes as she gets away. Using that, he leaps out again, his arm drawn back and ready to snap into her. However, as his arm rears back, a dull green glow develops around his hand, sickly green chi. He's banking on striking out quick enough that the giveaway marker won't effect him too much before he thrusts out a hand in a stabbing motion toward Elle's direction.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Elle with Injector.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
The hit is indeed clean... but does it actually seem to stagger Elle?
It's a good question, and Elle blinks as she feels the slight dip in energy levels, moreso than the shock of the punch. The unfortunate fact is that Elle's just not taking the kind of injuries that she should be. Not for her build, not for her size. Not for anything.
She steps back in recovery, attempting to figure out exactly what just happened until she decides it simply doesn't matter.
She slides the mace out from her belt loop, and the weapon feels good and sturdy in her hands. Truthfully, she's just learning how to use the weapon. The weight sits there as she adjust the leather around her wrist.
5rSuddenly, she swings her arm wide. Seems there's a trick to this little beauty. The best a mercenary can buy, and a deadly weapon in the hands of an experienced user, the mace toss is clumsy. The zipline that holds it to her wrist keeps it attached to her, and it whips right back to her hands as she hurls the unaerodynamic weapon in a wide arc, hoping to tage the dodgy wrestler.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Elle's Large Thrown Object.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
That attack had a specific purpose, of course. Damage was fairly secondary, but even then, the lack of injury Elle seems to have his worrying. So when Vyle hears the whip of the mace wind out through the air, Vyle ducks...and uses the time to rush in again, hoping to get some real damage in on Elle. Reaching out, Vyle reaches out, trying to grab some sort of limb on Elle, be it a leg, an arm, something. Should he get a hold of it, he'll twist, and snap on either a hard, wrenching arm bar or a heel hold of sort. Take out one of those limbs, and that'll cut down on Elle's attack options, after all.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Elle with Medium Throw.
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It would seem Vyle's finally getting some purchase on the mercenary. His grab brings her down to the ground with a heavy clang, rendering her mostly immobile. The breath is knocked out of her for a moment or two as she lies still, not struggling much as her mind shifts into a state of assessment.
What damage did she take? That areas are injured? The swift man can't seem to take a hit, but then again, Elle's had horrible luck hitting the wrestler thus far.
That being the case, Elle decides to step it up a little.
Her last fletchette falls into her hand, and she shifts her body, wrenching her legs aside to pull herself into a log roll across the ground. The woman slips to her feet, the metal weight of the object leaving her fingertips as she estimates the location where she left him last.
The razor's edge whips through the blackness as Elle engages her backup plan. Step one, so far, so good.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Vyle with Thrown Object.
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This time, the flechette hits home, Vyle hissing out in pain as it digs into his leg just as he tried to dive away for good measure. The telltale thud will likely alert Elle of his position if his hiss didn't. Unfortunately for him, that means he's a bit of a sitting duck. However...the wrestler realize he needs to get something in soon. So rather than run away again, or scramble off, Vyle waits, digging the flechette out of his leg, and catching his breath. If Elle makes a certain mistake...then he can make her pay for it...
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Elle 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Vyle
Elle's not in the business of making mistakes. Not since she realized something.
There's a lot riding on everything that she does. It's one of the reasons she doesn't fight for fun. Everyone around her depends on her frenetic, maddening level of planning. Elle is Blackjack. Blackjack is Elle. The people she works with are like a part of her. Unlike most 'evil overlords', Elle's not willing to sacrifice those that show her duty.
She feels that makes her stronger. All the benefits of teamwork and the unity that brings with none of the pesky morality to get in the way.
As Vyle plays possum, Elle's not standing stil. Once again, she hits the ground with both hands. Falling into a crouch, her sonic chi rattles the entire chamber, building up energy within herself to give her a few more options. Vyle's actions only allow her to set foot on step 2.
COMBATSYS: Elle gathers her will.
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Elle 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
Well...if Elle's starting to charge up again, Vyle might as well get in the advantages he can. Using the discarded flechette he was stuck with, he tosses it out toward the direction that Elle seems to be in, judging from the slap of the ground upon starting the whole strange chi rattling. Time to see if he can provoke something he can exploit...
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Vyle's Thrown Object.
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Well, at least she gets her knife back again. Elle's got no trouble tossing her hand in the way of the attack once more. The weapon sticks into the glove, barely cutting the flesh underneath as Elle yanks it from her arm.
Provoking Elle?
Never happens. Once upon a time, it might have. Now, she just re-evaluates her options.
Those options tell her to launch a lightning bolt once more. The place is illuminated by her glowing hand, giving her a good feild of vision before the woman unleashes the stream of particles at him, attempting to end the fight, and possibly his existance.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Elle's High Voltage.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
Thankfully, Vyle uses the lighting once again to spot the attack and drive out of it's way. Scrambling low, Vyle quickly snaps out again, deciding he needs to take this closer again. Diving low, his arm comes out once more, trying to whip her off her feet with a sweeping strike to the back of her knee.
COMBATSYS: Elle endures Vyle's Light Kick.
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The mercenary doesn't even feel the need to move. The kick strikes her, and brings her down to one knee. It's not a powerful strike by any means, but Elle's not really considering the power of the hit as Vyle helpfully offers his assitance to kick into gear step 3.
Elle slams her hands into the ground, as if she had already lost the match. As if Anger was taking control of her actions. Without her guitar, there's no way to really temper or direct what comes next...
A massive wall of devestating sonic chi erupts from her body in a spherical pattern, ripping through the dark room. The many scattered throwing weapons disintigrate in it's path as it chews up the ground, seeking Vyle.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Vyle with Black Sabbath.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Vyle
Alas...Vyle is a bit too close to get out of the way of such things....and when the chi erupts from Elle's body, he's pretty dead to rights. Ears bleeding, and body battered from the blast, Vyle stumbles, and shuffles, barely conscious at this point. But barely conscious is better than not conscious at all...and it leaves him room for one last blast as he charges after Elle, trying to tackle her to the ground in a last ditch effort.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Elle with Outbreaker.
- Power hit! -
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Hitting the tackle perfectly, Vyle blindly pulls Elle's legs up under his arms, turning her over onto her stomach and wrenching her legs back. Teeth gritted, adrenaline killing his nerves for now, he hooks his feet on her shoulders...then leaps, turning over once and driving Elle down onto her face, still wrenching on her legs to add onto the damage. It's a dangerous attack doing blind, especially off balance...but it seemed to do just fine for him.
Elle's killing attack is just that. A move meant to obliterate everything. Not many people can manage to get back up after being hit by it. It would appear that Vyle is one of the few that can. To be honest, Elle isn't well equipped to deal with those that can manage to escape from her deadliest attacks by some stroke of miracle.
As the assault drives her into the ground, Elle can only let out a grunt as she looses off one last burst of energy to blast Vyle into a cinder. She's not going to walk away, but she's going to try to make sure Vyle can't either.
COMBATSYS: Elle can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Elle's High Voltage.
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Vyle may be a bastard...but he's a tough and persistant one. The fact that he's still up is a testament to that, working way past the limits of his body as the adrenaline keeps him moving. That adrenaline serves him well again, as he manages to dive away just in time before Elle cooks him to a crisp. As he pushes himself up, muscles screaming foul and his inner ear ringing and inducing nausea, he looks up (the only direction aside from down he's assured of), grunting. "I WON! I WON, DAMMIT! NOW LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU STUPID BASTARDS!!" he shouts, flopping onto his ass. He could barely hear himself scream, and his throat felt like raw beef jerky...but he won. And that's all that mattered in this death trap, isn't it? Wits, guts, and luck saw him through, and that's what Jinchuu is looking for...right?
Log created on 21:28:55 09/20/2007 by Elle, and last modified on 03:30:08 09/21/2007.