Description: RUMBLE IN THE BRONX! Only not. A run-down block in Fukuoka, Japan is the battlegrounds for four fighters otherwise pitted against each other in a no-holds barred match to the exTREME!! Shops are destroyed, Frenchwomen are blown up for yet another Saturday Night Fight! But who wins? THE PEOPLE??? (Winner: Rolento)
COMBATSYS: Rolento has started a fight here.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Dudley has joined the fight here.
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rolento
COMBATSYS: Shihong has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Cherise has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shihong
Dudley arrives to the scene of the upcoming tournament fight/demolition frenzy in his sleek red Jaguar, hoping out while his driver takes off with it. Dudley tightens the strings on his gloves with his teeth, before punching them together. "What an ingenious idea," he comments aloud. "Property damage for charity...they are certainly creative with these tournaments nowadays." Even if he's only a fill-in, the British boxer is looking to give his all, currently standing at a street corner. He keeps an eye peeled out for his opponents.
"...sigh."
Meanwhile, above and in the air, an Asian woman is seated in a helicopter, the black mass of steel and iron swiftly flying toward its destination. On board, black eyes look out the glass panel embedded in the vehicle door, observing the sprawling city below her. Fukuoka, Japan--she's never been there and, unless she has good reason, probably won't ever be back. The thought alone draws a smirk to the woman's red lips, and absently her eyes drift to the cellular in her lap.
"Oh, a text," she muses aloud, a smirk crossing her lips before she furiously presses buttons.
Below, the helicopter blades whoop loudly, the vehicle making its graceful descent. Touching down in a particularly open area, the woman in black emerges, the tail of her long trench coat whipping furiously about like a frightened bird's wings. For now, a hand reaches behind her head and holds her long straight black hair behind her head as she touches down on the dusty streets. Almost immediately the helicopter ascends, to take its leave once more.
With a sigh, long arms rise up overhead, stretching broadly before she exhales cheerfully. Dudley is present and briefly noted with black eyes, but she does not acknowledge the other fighter. Instead, those eyes search about the abandoned remains of the low-class district. "What a waste," she muses. It almost reminds her of home. She'd rather forget it. But remenescing is cut short, as her phone beeps again. Fishing it from her coat, she eyes its lcd face before she bursts out laughing.
Turning her back to...well, everything, she replies to the message immediately. She'll just kill some time...
Oh, yet another televised appearance-- and now in Japan! It's given ample time for the silver-haired tourist to study up on the language of the Rising Sun, sitting for more hours than she cares to count and reading up about the tourism, the people-- and apparently, the demolition for the sake of the weekly television audience. Having slept off her jetlag as soon as she could get to a hotel, the French tourist has long-since arrived in Fukuoka, having spent a good hour wandering the streets and getting a good feel for the combat zone.
As the car cuts the silence, soon followed by another one of the helicopters used to bring the fighters to this place, she hurries along the rooftops to the 'drop zone,' springing from ledge to ledge while maintaining a hearty sprint. Walking across the roof of a rather run-down one-story building, Cherise strides confidently to the edge and smooths down her skirt beneath herself while sitting on the small ledge and crosses her legs. "Mao~! You shouldn't be on the phone at a time like this~!" she calls in her accented, sing-song sort of voice, heels of her hands pressed to the edge and her ankles rocking back and forth.
At the present, Rolento has taken liberties to insure his own ability to succeed in this tournament. Although Cherise and Shihong can hardly be called good luck charms, he's going to get opportunity to test his mettle against them faster then anticipated. At which point Rolento entered, and from where he came, is questionable; But his approach is not truly heralded by anything but a sudden flash of motion, hurtling towards Shihong from behind while twisting around, attempting to strike her within the back before she can fully react; And by all means rather hard, as well. "Engaging in distracting activities in a fight that has no predetermined start is a foolish tactic." he mulls, regardless of success; Hoping to land amidst the other fighters, more bemused then anything else. "I had hoped to meet Guile. His cowardice is greater then anticipated..." Without vengeance, Rolento's interest in this fight is far more subdued. But not nearly a waste of time.
Dudley watches the two women arrive, also disproving at how one carries on a phone conversation like that during a free for all match. But he keeps it silent, and stops when Rolento suddenly jumps in and starts things. "It is a shame Mr. Guile could not fill in, but I will do my best as his fill-in, sir," he replies cordially to Rolento, before running right for him, bringing back a fist and then thrusting it out to strike Rolento in the chest.
COMBATSYS: Shihong blocks Rolento's Light Kick.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Playing with the phone in her long, spidery hands, Shihong seems content in simply spending time with the cellular than, say, concerning herself with the others around her. A grin lingers on her rouge lips, black eyes half-lidded in obvious amusement as she responds. With the push of a button, the woman sends the text. Pausing briefly thereafter, those eyes flicker elsewhere--particularly when a voice cuts the silence rather suddenly.
Those eyes spy the weird Frenchwoman. Oh, her again. A frown haunts her lips.
"I'll do as I damn well please," she retorts, shooting Cherise a cold look before her phone catches her attention once again, the tiny device buzzing in her hand. Looking back, she eyes the display once more and laughs aloud. Everyone else is forgotten again. The Chinawoman is more content in responding to the message, regardless of the thoughts or opinions of the others gathered. But there's someone missing...
A blur of motion, the hiss of cloth on skin heralds the arrival of the USPL commander, as he leaps out of practically nowhere and snaps a leg out right for the woman in black. With her phone in hand, the woman pivots on her heel and coils a leg tightly, high at her side. As result, the leather boot of Rolento collides into her thigh, drawing a wince from the woman before she responds, "We were waiting for YOU."
And, with that, the woman turns back to her phone briefly, furiously inputting text before the phone is tucked into her coat. Shedding it from her form, the woman offers a smirk, kneeling deeply and stretching her long legs before she turns her eyes toward the curious aristocrat, who makes his bold move at the Major. She's fought with Rolento before, but Dudley?
"Ho ho," she chuckles, before she suddenly springs up. Twisting her body midair, she executes a swift butterfly kick toward the boxer, attempting to peg the man upside his head with her Prada.
Ah, this other man is very polite-- and his appearance certainly lends creedence to his bearing.
But boring.
Cherise watches on as her partner in this rather unusual battle, as much as they've butted heads, manages to defend herself against the incoming strike from Rolento with swift use of her leg. The French girl's expression remains somewhat flat, but her sturdy arms swing around and she claps her hands a few times. "Excellent timing!" she praises.
Gripping the zipper that runs down the front of her short dress, she pulls it back up to close all the way at the top and uncrosses her legs, feet hooking down to stomp against the side of the building. Rocking forward, Cherise's pose is more like a swimmer about to vault-- and she lunges, hurtling through the air at Rolento with the faint hints of a smile starting to break through her composure. "Listen to my song!" she exclaims, the smile breaking into a full-fledged leering grin.
As the gray-haired Frenchwoman lunges in at Rolento, her right arm hooks upward in a harsh, angry arc, fingers fanning out as they move. Paper-thin lines of silver light scream through the air in front of her arm and travel in a smooth curl, the sharpness and definition becoming more fuzzy and spreading a little wider than usual. The four lashes of silver are quite sharp-- sharp enough to cut through clothing and flesh. Rolento should remember this one!
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Dudley's Medium Punch.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Shihong
COMBATSYS: Rolento overcomes Argent Claw from Cherise with Grenadier.
- Power hit! -
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Shihong
"It is your mistake to assume my entry would be under peaceful circumstances." Rolento muses towards Shihong, appearing to care little about his supposed tardiness. After all, he had been... tending to some things of importance. Yet as Dudley rushes forward, the lithe commando merely rolls backwards in a tight ball, evading it by a scarce margin. Leaping out of the assault, he is airborne as Cherise's rather acrobatic onslaught takes place. Yet he smirks, yanking off a grenade as the pin flies away. "Your simple tricks are ineffective against raw efficiency, Cherise." Apparently this is true, as he hurls his weapon with a vicious amount of force. It literally disperses the energy rather harmlessly, intending to impact her and detonate in a flash of shrapnel while she is still midair and unable to evade. Rolento lands thereafter in a crouch, one hand braced on the ground and the other holding his baton. "Hmmhmmhmm..."
COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits Dudley with Medium Kick.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Shihong
Dudley ducks too late, the prada'd foot hitting him in the side of his head smartly and no doubt going to cause a big bruise later on. Dudley grimaces, but he's had plenty of hits to the head before. "Prada, in a fight?" he says with a hint of disbelief. Are those really comfortable when you are lunging about the place. Nevertheless, Dudley throws out another punch, this one a hook right for the Chinese lady's jaw. Hey, if she can kick high in high heels, she can take a hit to the jaw. Meanwhile, the Brit watches her intently, studying her movements.
COMBATSYS: Shihong fails to interrupt Hook Punch from Dudley with Savage Tiger EX.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Shihong
The praise from the nigh-eternal thorn in Shihong's side draws a curious look as the woman stands, tucking her phone away. Turning her gaze upwards and towards the masochistic Frenchwoman, her eyes narrow a touch, black depths thoughtful. Then she smirks, her head shaking softly. Yep. Cherise Bouchard is insane.
She and Rolento would probably get along, she muses. Briefly, black eyes flicker toward the commander, thin red lips pulled into a smirk across her pale face. "Sounds like an excuse," she murmurs, before she simply inhales a deep breath.
Then she's moving.
Shihong makes her attack at the English boxer, legs flailing as she plants a kick into his face. She follows the motions, landing in a brief crouch before she spins as she rises, lips pulled into an impish grin. "Why not?" she responds to the Englishman. "A lady must make herself presentable at all times." The smile remains, even as he throws a punch.
It fades, however, as those arms come up and TRY to grab his arm. Instead, the force overpowers her, and as result she's pegged something fierce in the face, sent flying backwards and away from the man. Midfall, however, her body flips, and heels plant firmly against the ground beneath her feet with a harsh click. Oh, that hurt. But she seems nonplussed; if anything, the Chinese woman is amused.
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Cherise with Grenadier.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Shihong
Eye widening as the Argent Claw meets it's match in the form of a rather hard-thrown grenade, her trajectory and speed make it a little hard to avoid something like this-- as if it were easy, anyway. She feels it smack against her stomach and drop away a bit, and--
*kaboom*
In a cloud of smoke and fire after the explosive detonates, the silver-haired French girl's body sails limply through the air in a high, slow arc before colliding with the ground. Laying face-up, her dress is rather shredded from about waist to ribcage with a few other cuts and rips throughout, as well as a fine series of bloody gouges and gashes. Bangs shading her eyes and laying completely still, her condition seems to be rather in question...
"... ... ... ... Heh ... hahahaha... heh heh ..."
A curse rolls off her tongue in her native language, her arms and legs twitching spastically as she starts working up the focus to move. Sitting up with a jerk, Cherise shuffles up to her feet, knees bent and slumping forward. Chin lifting slightly, one oddly blue eye comes to focus through the curtain of silver spilling down over her face-- an eye locked directly on Rolento, and Rolento only.
"Mao," she says, voice cool and deep, "I want him."
Blood drips from her chin as she smiles one more time.
COMBATSYS: Cherise focuses on her next action.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Shihong
The assault upon Dudley is observed, although she severely underestimated the speed and grace of the other man. Which is all well and good; She's simply out of her league, but her tenacity must be admired. Of course, Cherise fares even less in comparison, given a somewhat perfunctory glance with one eye. "I advise you to remain thusly prone. Further engagement will result in significant injury." For *her*. But his present target is the one who is most dangerous; Rushing forward, he's advancing on Dudley. Yet he leaps to the side, rebounding off a lamp post as one hand lashes out, trying to catch him by the shirt to use that built-up inertia to hurl him down the street, with all the force he can muster!
COMBATSYS: Dudley fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Rolento with Medium Throw.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Shihong
"Very true," Dudley concedes to Shihong. He returns her amused look with one of his own, an eye glinting. Ah, a battle royale, a true test of one's fighting skills! Why - My word, is that French women starting to get hot over that military man? Dudley would pop a monocle if he even wore such things (he finds them silly antiquities). But no matter! Dudley steps back as Rolento lunges at him. The boxer reaches out to try and interrupt the grab and perform his own throw, but Rolento's momentum is greater. The boxer is thrown and goes flying, going across the street and smashing through a flimsy door in front of one of the dilapidated buildings. There's a loud crash and a lot of dust, but Dudley emerges again, cut and with his clothes scuffed up from the impact, particularly a nice gash on his forehead. "Well done," he comments, cracking his neck from side to side as he returns to the fray.
His bowtie pops off inexplicably. Darn.
Sparing a moment, the Asian woman seems to try to catch her breath after the particularly fearsome punch has graced her porcelain white face. Rubbing long digits gingerly against the reddened mark on her face, those black eyes observe the boxer with muted interest. Both men they're pitted against hit hard--almost too hard. This could be bad. But for someone like Cherise, this is probably heaven. And right on cue, there comes a creepy laugh from the bloodied and cut up Frenchwoman.
Glancing over her bare shoulder, those black eyes turn onto Cherise, observing as she sits upright and slowly but surely shuffles to her feet. Then things get even stranger.
"You what?" the woman asks, her words tinged with the faintest hints of disbelief. Those eyes watch the commander as he presents his advice to the Frenchwoman. THEN those eyes roll back onto Cherise. A sigh follows, as the Asian woman shrugs helplessly.
"Whatever. Have at it," she offers, encouraging Cherise as the two men have at it.
Those eyes observe, watching the both carefully. Only when Rolento has dealt with Dudley and he has reemerges from the dilapidated building does she suddenly charge forward with a bright smile. "Hi!" she exclaims--before she rather suddenly leaps into the air, her body flying at the Englishman feet-first. A strange, vibrantly red energy suddenly pulses to life around her legs, as she seeks to drive her heels into his chest. Should she make contact, that energy will surge and ultimately erupt, a powerful blast to knock the boxer back.
While Rolento occupies himself with Dudley, she occupies herself first with her injuries-- reaching to her right forearm and pulling on a shard of metal with one more burst of blood following it-- likewise with one more in her exposed abdomen, gritting her teeth and hissing a laugh between her teeth to hide the amount of actual pain she's in.
She just took a grenade point-blank, for God's sake. There's masochism, and then there's limits.
Exhaling harshly through her nose, the Frenchwoman whips her wrist around in a hard motion, a lash of silver leads away from her body and arcs around, disappearing amidst the dusty ground. But there's no attack from the mysterious silver thread, her actions instead taking a closer-range, more personal nature. Running ahead and stopping with a harsh stomp of her left foot, the heel of her boot digs in and precludes her right leg whipping up high in a kick that could very possibly make Shihong proud, looking to crash her foot across the commando's chest. "HA!!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento interrupts Heavy Kick from Cherise with Mekong Delta.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Shihong
It seems that Cherise has opted to ignore Rolento's helpful advice about not engaging him, turning to observe her approach with a sort of distant interest. As if it's something to be appreciated, a work of art, rather then anything actually threatening to the veteran of hundreds of battles. As she lashes out with the foot, he's already flowing backwards; The hit is minimal to say the least, merely edging him into the flowing roll. And a moment later, he rebounds like a rubber band pulled taut, whirling his own foot and hitting the hapless Frenchwoman within the face with the heel of his steel-bottomed combat boots. In raw technical terms, they traded a hit for a hit; But which is worse off for the gambit is likely not going to be argued. "Hrrmph!" he muses, landing thereafter with his baton being idly twirled. "You are far too slow to be a combative threat!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Shihong's Strutting Crow.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Shihong
Dudley sees Shihong come in at him with her legs a-blazin', and his muscles tighten as he braces for impact. Bringing both arms up to chest level, the kick connects and unleashes it's energetic payload, engulfing Dudley's upper body...but he remains standing like a statue, bruised on the arms but not much worse for wear. He follows up with his own chi-based attack, as his right arm suddenly lashes out in a sudden, furious barrage of punches that burn with chi power. The attacks are close together and all aimed at Shihong's face and upper body.
COMBATSYS: Shihong dodges Dudley's Machinegun Blow.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Shihong
Though her attack meets resistance, the woman seems far from bothered; instead, the heel-clad woman in black pushes off Dudley's forearms post-explosion and lands before him in a deep crouch. A beat later and Shihong rises up to full height, smiling still. Then her moves into action, his arm blazing with energy. It earns him a curious look. She knows that stuff.
And knows she doesn't like it.
So what is the Chinese woman to do? Her form blurs, and rather instantaneously she flips back, narrowly escaping that punch. Flipping once, twice; three times, the woman lands in a crouch once again, still grinning broadly. Pausing in the midst of the fight, however, she glances toward the other woman. "Looks like your boyfriend just spurned you," she muses. Then those eyes flicker to Rolento, her smile broadening.
"You realize you're only making things worse for you. She likes it when you hit her."
Those black eyes flicker back onto Cherise. "Listen, crazy girl," she says, jerking a thumb toward the general direction of both Rolento and Dudley. "You have GOT to stop slacking off here. I can't carry all the weight, you here? Do you understand? Focus!!"
COMBATSYS: Shihong assists Cherise.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Shihong
Focus...
Focus.
It'd be a good idea.
Cherise's back arches and her feet dig in, toes fanned out in her boots and pressed hard to the ground while her heels lift. Chin lifted and breathing a hard sigh, her eyes snap wide open at the crisp call from Shihong Mao-- and her right arm, bloody as it is, lashes around in an arc. The line of silver whips up from the ground and reels appropriately, fingers twisting in the air. The wire loops-- and seeks to grip onto Rolento's arm.
Cherise suddenly steps back in a harsh lunge, pulling the wire taut-- and should she have been successful in snagging him at their close range moments ago, it'll have enough force to drag him off balance at least a step. If she makes it this far, the lithe French girl rockets forward in a lunge, driving her knuckles into Rolento's ribs... and one final, huge shocking burst of silver escaping her fist.
Her face is calm now, no wide smiles, no sick expressions-- just blood, and the desire to do harm.
COMBATSYS: Rolento endures Cherise's Argent Striker!
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Rolento 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Shihong
Oh, it appears that Rolento is every bit as masochistic as the other girl, twisting towards her as she approaches with a rather manic expression. Caught on the arm, there is no desired misstep; Only his free hand reaching into his vest and yanking out a string of grenades, something likely familiar at this point. As the silver erupts into him, he tries to slap on the payload and hurl her aside, grunting in pain – as what is hopefully an eruption of energy takes place thereafter, with any luck removing her from the fight in one fell swoop! Raw desire will hardly suffice against him. "Your participation is at an end!!"
Now, Dudley is one to mix things up a bit. In battle royales, one has to always stay on your toes. So instead of pursuing Shihong again, Dudley runs right for Rolento after he flings his grenades at Cherise, reaching to lift Rolento up over his head with both hands (he somehow does this with those big ol' gloves on; don't question him, he's a pro), and fling him into a storefront window, if successful. "Remember to keep your eyes on all opponents," says the Brit should his attack be successful.
"What a trainwreck," Shihong muses with a front.
As it seems, the odds are stacked against the Frenchwoman and her reluctant partner in this mess. And what's worse, poor Cherise has taking quite her share of blows, making things all the less in their favor. So then, what is a woman like Shihong to do? She can't stand around all day, however tempting the prospect is. For a moment, as Rolento takes the brunt of Cherise's attack, and while Dudley sneaks up behind and attempts to hurl the soldier through the nearest storefront window...
...Shihong makes her move after the USPL commander, her body blazing forward after him, wherever he will wind up. Grinning broadly, those pearly whites flash as she pursues the soldier, and when she nears will attempt to lift a leg up high--very high--and swiftly attempt to bring her heel down on him. Hard, with a guttural cry of, "YAAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Cherise with Deadly Package.
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Rolento 1/-----==/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Cherise
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Shihong
The odds are stacked, bent, twisted, and otherwise pooch-screwed-- all against the pair, two beasts of men who have no actual team or allegances to each other in this battle. With the burst of silver and the exchange of blows-- or in this case, the exchange of a harsh, shocking burst of silver and a belted bundle of grenades-- Cherise finds herself at the clear disadvantage. Lunging backwards, her back slams into the door of the building behind her, the same building she had been sitting atop moments before. Her back hits the door and her legs are visible still, but--
*KA-BLAAAAM*
The ceiling collapses, as well as the walls, and -- well, god knows what body parts are going to go flying in a moment. The street floods with thick and choking dust and smoke, more than enough to block up and obscure the view of all those present for a good long time.
And it's silent.
Rubble shifts and stones drop, but... there's no sign of the girl that was covered in explosives and left to her fate. Not until there's a harsh hiss and an energy Shihong is quite familiar with, a feeling-- a notion that something bad is coming.
Strands of silver suddenly burst out of the ground around Rolento, hissing and screaming as they start to flood the air around him in a massive eight-foot diameter, all of them set, primed, and angled to try to make contact with the man and web him into a 'cage'-- and the moment they make contact, he may as well be stuck in the web of the biggest spider to have ever walked the earth.
COMBATSYS: Cherise can no longer fight.
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Rolento 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Shihong
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COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Cherise's Argent Finale.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Shihong's Strong Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Dudley's Strong Throw.
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Rolento 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Shihong
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The appeal of highkicks is lost to Rolento, observing the flashing heel then knifing down towards him before shifting aside, passing by barely inch. And following this, he hurls himself into a backflip, escaping the mitten hands of Dudley who only grapples air. Yet then she has a swarm of filaments... these are easily caught refracting in the light, and in a final graceful leap Rolento clears this as well. Unscathed by the onslaught, as he crouches with baton in hand. "Hrrmph. Such a mutual engagement is hardly fair." But he returns his attention once more to Dudley, advancing before lashing out, to catch him by the face and then snap down, trying to create a neat impression of his head in the rubble beneath. "And insufficient!!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley dodges Rolento's Quick Throw.
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Rolento 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley slides his back foot so that he makes a neat turn, Rolento's hand brushing air right in front of him now. "Perhaps, sir. But you seem to handle three well enough." Dudley then grits his teeth and throws out a quick, hard punch into Rolento's gut, the other arm holding the military man's shoulder so he gets the full force of the blow. Dudley's sweating by now and his cuts are already clotting. He hopes he can survive longer than the French lady has.
Poor Cherise, blown up by a madman's deadly explosives and otherwise smothered in the remains of an old building. It actually earns a mild look of disbelief from the Chinese woman, as those lips lightly part, her mouth slightly agape as she watches the building fall atop the Frenchwoman. Absently an arm lifts, shielding her face from debris and smoke as it bellows from the wreck.
"Is...she dead?" the woman wonders aloud.
She'll worry in a moment - for now, however, the woman makes her move, lifting a heel high and attempting to peg down the USPL commander. But swift as always, his form avoids the strike altogether--as well as Dudley's. And then, that familiar and odd sensation. Those weird wires of Cherie's. She grins. "So she's not. That's the spirit," she muses, before she leaps aside and dives out of harm's way.
Leaving Dudley and Rolento to their machinations, the woman steps back from the fray and holds her ground, lips pulled tightly across her pale face. She needs a moment to collect her wits and consider the fight and its fighters carefully--and recuperate from that painful blow received. Her jaw still throbs. Ow.
COMBATSYS: Shihong gains composure.
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She isn't-- and she's expended almost every scrap of power she's ever been able to muster to keep from being turned completely into a puddle of fine paste spread around the walls and ceiling of the very building she took 'refuge' within. Standing halfway out of a large piece of sheet rock and panelling is Cherise Bouchard, hair matted with dust and blood and ... well, this is a dress that will never be repaired, thus proving she'll have to start wearing more durable clothing to an event like this.
Palms lifting from the rubble as the strands shoot off into the sky and miss Rolento completely, her one open eye twitches erratically and her chest shudders, a violent gout of red bursting from her lips with a cough. Knees giving out, the wire-slinging assassin falls, the weight pressing down on her back dropping her back below sight and out of immediate reach.
She ... might have to borrow that trenchcoat soon, Shihong.
COMBATSYS: Rolento interrupts Fierce Punch from Dudley with Mine Sweeper.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 1/-----==/=======|
"Affirmative." Rolento comments towards Dudley, observing his approach before slipping backwards once more. Shihong is given the desired time to gather herself; As Rolento takes advantage of this opportunity to suddenly roll backwards, absorbing the majority of the impact from Dudley. Yet bouncing between his legs is a rather large grenade... There's no chance to do much but realize it's there, as an explosion that shakes the ground for dozens of feet takes place. Yet one is not enough; Another, then another, a juggling series of blasts casts Dudley along, Rolento finally stopping right before the very shattered store that the boxer tried to hurl him; Intending to send Dudley right through the cracked window. "FIRE!!" is snarled out. Yet who will reign supreme in this battle remains to be seen...
Dudley tsks when he misses...but he quickly looks down in utter surprise at the grenade there, which then explodes, hurling him forward...and then another...and another...and another, sending him through the glass window which immediately shatters. Miraculously Dudley is still in one piece, though with scorch marks all over his clothing, his shirt torn revealing his toned body. He steps out of the window, looking like he just went through the Tet Offensive. Deciding to take a breather, Dudley shuffles slowly with his arms raised, controlling his breathing and composing himself, much like what Shihong was doing. He has something special in store for Rolento, though.
COMBATSYS: Dudley gains composure.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|
By now, Shihong has a pretty good idea of just what Rolento is capable of, and what ‘dirty, underhanded tricks' the old USPL commander is willing to amuse himself with. So there should be little surprise when, in the midst of Dudley's nasty throw, the air between the two men erupts with a plume of violent fire and steel, grenades rocking the vacant, dilapidated city block, causing windows to shatter and buildings to shiver and quake. The woman's eyes flicker sidelong, eyeing a nearby shop that barely stands.
"What a mess," she murmurs. But in the wake of her complaints she catches sight of something...human? Dark eyes blink once, another muted look of surprise filling those pale features as she spies the bloodied and battered likeness of Cherise emerge from debris. She sighs, shaking her head before idly rubbing a palm against her forehead.
"Geez."
Looking back, the woman surveys the situation she'd previously forgotten. Dudley is on the defensive, with Rolento standing proudly by his lonesome. Gnawing idly at her bottom lip, she seems positively torn at what to do. Exhaling, she moves forward, closing in on the English boxer with the intent of striking him in the face with a knee before the other leg swings around as she spins midair, to deliver a nasty back kick at his face as well.
In a similar vein, Rolento is also somewhat worn out by the conflict thus far; Brushing rubble from his shoulder, he shifts his gaze towards Dudley, narrowing his eyes in concentration. Shihong can be dealt with casually; But finishing off the boxer is a much more important venture at the moment. "..." Nothing more is yet said; But he has spread his stance, prepared to move in a moment's notice.
COMBATSYS: Rolento focuses on his next action.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Dudley dodges Shihong's Change-Up Kick.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|
Dudley moves back from Shihong's knee strike, then ducks to avoid her follow-up kick. Feeling a bit better, Dudley flashes the Asian lady a grin, then grabs her shoulder, delivering a series of swift punches before flinging her a little ways down the sidewalk. Similarily, Dudley has nothing to say yet either. He's surviving as long as he can now. Perhaps he should invite one of these two ladies to tea later...
COMBATSYS: Dudley successfully hits Shihong with Dynamite Throw.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 1/-----==/=======|
Her strikes avoided, there's little for the woman to do, save for offer a sigh in the wake of her twirling body. She lands easily enough, a crouch executed before she swiftly stands. And just in time, too--from out of nowhere the British boxer's hand snares her by the shoulder, followed by repeated blows, sending Shihong staggering back in disbelief. Lips pull into a frown, before the woman turns her head and spits blood. Absently her hand wipes over her mouth, the back of her palm grazing her lips.
Then, like many times before, the Asian woman charges forward after the polite boxer, leaving the ground a foot before him as her body twists into action. Landing with her back to him, she delivers a kick aimed at his gut. Immediately after she hops up, her body turning as she delivers a side kick to the same spot, before she seals the attack with another kick for that spot with the opposite leg.
And thusly, Rolento opts to press his onslaught; He rushes forward, twirling his baton in a rather manic fashion. Charging headlong towards Dudley, once he gets within range he twists, exposing his back but utilizing that momentum to flick down his baton in an overhead arc, with bone-shattering force – aiming to pelt Dudley within the chest, trying to slam him into the ground with no small amount of force! "Hrrngh!" Rolento snarls, hoping to cripple him in one stout blow...
COMBATSYS: Dudley dodges Shihong's Prancing Stag.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Shihong
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COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Rolento's Deep Strike.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley 1/---====/=======|
Dudley eyes the two charging him. He backsteps to avoid Shi's first kick, then turns his body to avoid the one from the side. He finally steps back again to avoid the third kick...just as Rolento comes down on him with that baton of his. Dudley crosses his arms and absorbs the blow of it, feeling his arm bones nearly break from the sheer power. It even causes his knees to buckle, Dudley sinking with the force before pushing his arms out...and throwing out a jumping uppercut before the man can hit the ground. "ONE!" he shouts. Dudley then juggles Rolento with a second, higher jumping uppercut. "TWO!" Dudley finishes off by jumping and spinning around for a multi-hit uppercut that will send Rolento even higher. "THE END!"
Another miss.
After the first kick, Shihong ceases her assault. The kick recoils tightly at her side, and with one graceful hop the woman puts distance between herself and the boxer. The moment the man moves, however, those long legs tense again and the woman springs upwards and back, placing distance between herself and the two fighters. She'll stay out of the fray, as those deadly uppercuts are delivered. Only after the LAST does the woman suddenly blaze forward and fling herself at him, attempting to deliver a flying kick right at his middle-back with a loud yell.
"YAAAH!"
The crazy USPL commander is forgotten for the moment.
COMBATSYS: Rolento parries Dudley's Rocket Upper!
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Rolento 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Shihong
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Yet in a fraction of a moment, Rolento kicks out, pushing off Dudley's body and using him as a makeshift post; This allows him to evade both of the vicious assaults, spiraling away and landing upon the ground. Yet Shihong's sustained offense doesn't bother him in the slightest; She's dealing with his primary threat, after all. Bolting forward, Rolento tries to impact the man with the tip of his baton, while slapping on a string of grenades. With the hopeful end result of launching the other man high into the air, complete with audible SPROING and no small detonation! With any luck, all but finishing the other man...
COMBATSYS: Dudley dodges Shihong's Strong Kick.
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Rolento 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Shihong
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COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Dudley with Fatality Package EX.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Shihong
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Dudley senses Shihong coming at him; he's used to her rhythms now. He steps forward quickly and let's her go flying past him. Unfortunately this leaves him totally open to Rolento's next devious trick, and the subsequent explosions send him sky high...hitting the pavement even more burnt now than ever before, his impact creating a small crater. "Oogh...did the boiler explode again, father?..." he asks, semi-delirious. He comes to and struggles back up, not having much left in him. But he will go down with dignity. Facing Shihong this time, Dudley runs towards here with his arms close to his chest, before he halts and throws up a hard uppercut right for the chin. It's no jumping one this time, just a plain old pain train to the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Shihong fails to interrupt Uppercut Punch from Dudley with Swallow's Wings.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Shihong
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Once again, Rolento's insane tactics prove fruitful for the madman. The poor British boxer explodes in a furious burst of fire, his body sailing. Fortunately Shihong avoids the descent enough to not get crushed by his body as it impacts with the ground. Frowning slightly, she furrows her brows in response. She's seriously overpowered and outnumbered here. What can she possibly do?
Her best! Or something.
Dudley comes charging forward, and in response the woman bites her lip. Swinging an arm outward, she attempts to burst him with a blast of energy--but finds his arm longer than her own. The result? She's sent flying into the air from the force of his blow, her body sailing high...before she descends and crashes into the earth shoulder-first with a painful thud.
Rolento intends to finish this as best he can; And conducive to such he launches himself forward, arcing through the air overhead in a sudden spin. Twisting for added momentum, he drops his baton with vicious speed, attempting to /slam/ it into the back of Dudley's head and hopefully send him face-first into the ground, with any luck thoroughly defeated... Shihong, it appears, will be needing little more then a feather's touch to be removed thereafter...
COMBATSYS: Dudley endures Rolento's Mekong Delta.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
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The baton connects smack dab with Dudley's head, causing him to see stars...and he falls to the ground with a grunt, now unmoving and definitely...DOWN FOR THE COUNT.
COMBATSYS: Dudley takes no action.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
COMBATSYS: Dudley can no longer fight.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
Peeling her body from the ground, she's treated to a curious display. Dudley takes the commander's attack head-on, but does not retaliate. Instead, he simply falls, knocked out cold to the dusty ground below. It earns a weird look from the Asian woman, as a hand rubs absently at her jaw. It still hurts, more than ever, not thanks to the uppercut she'd been brutally dealt.
Slowly but surely, black eyes level on the USPL commander, and gradually do those thin red lips pull into a too-amused smile. "Well, well, well," she muses, arms folding across her chest as she merely observes the soldier. She doesn't act immediately; instead, she seems to bide her time with him.
"It would seem we're finally alone, wouldn't it? Well, with exception to the crowd," Pausing, she gestures outwards toward the general direction of their surroundings, and the numerous cameras positioned throughout...somewhere. The smile remains, however.
"It's a shame you dealt with my teammate as you did. You know she likes you--a lot, in fact. Really. I think you two would get along well." Her smile grows, pearly whites flashed at Rolento.
COMBATSYS: Shihong focuses on her next action.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
"I have little interest in your companion beyond her combative abilities." Rolento muses rather dismissively, settling upon his haunches in a crouch and resting his baton upon one shoulder. He had exerted himself significantly taking down the boxer in an expedient fashion, and considers this a worthwhile risk. "You have no chance to defeat me, I assume you realize. Yet one should fall facing an enemy, not with one's back to them. Surrender is unacceptable!!" He gestures, lazily. He knows he's going to get some hardcore pain doing this – he'd have difficulty beginning to dodge in the best of circumstances – but it beats attacking at the speed of a snail...
COMBATSYS: Rolento drops his guard to recover.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
Grinning as the man speaks, Shihong holds her ground, arms still folded neatly under her bosom. Tilting her head lightly, she acknowledges him with a faint smirk, black eyes drawing to a slow close as she stands there. Is he purposely placing himself in a prone position like that? The Asian woman doesn't seem to care much either way, it would seem. Instead, she remains amused by the overwhelming odds against her.
"I think she'd be disappointed to hear that," she offers.
Opening her eyes, black depths peer at the soldier as he kneels there. Lifting an arm from her bosom, she taps lightly at her jaw. ..before she dips a hand shamelessly past the hem of her dress, toward her thigh. From within, she draws a blade out. It should look familiar to the USPL commander--it's the one he threw at her before.
"Remember this?" she asks, tapping it lightly against her hand. "I do. You left it in me."
Then she moves in, attempting to place that blade with savage ferocity right into his shoulder.
"I thought you'd like it back!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Shihong's Random Weapon.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Shihong
Well, Rolento isn't a stupid man. Realizing in his state that having a blade plunged within is painful in the best of circumstances, he lunges upwards and backwards, clearing it by a slim margin and landing a short distance away. Before spiraling his baton and then lashing out, trying to peg the girl in the stomach for her trouble. Simple, but likely distinctly painful as well. "I decline your offer. I have multiple weapons of that quality, and can bear to part with a single one. Consider it a momento."
COMBATSYS: Shihong interrupts Weapon Jab from Rolento with Savage Tiger EX.
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Despite her best attempts to slam that blade's steel deeply into the man's shoulder, he knows well he should simply avoid it altogether. He flips his body, narrowly missing the savage edge of the knife as his form twists upwards and backwards. He lands without fail, met only with the dark eyes of the woman that observes his fall. Her thin smile widens.
"A pity," she offers, exhaling softly before she simply jerks her hand aside, throwing the knife blade-first at the ground. Old asphalt groans and gives way, the blade lodged deep into the ground.
He moves again, that weapon slamming at her body with blinding swiftness. Yet, despite the speed, the woman is quick to react; lashing out the moment that solid baton strikes her stomach, Shihong exhales before she grabs fiercely to his arm. She then wrenches it and jerks to life, scaling the front of his body and taking his arm with her.
Above him, however, her heels suddenly shoot forward, a surge of power erupting from her body as she drives into him. Sending him face-first into the concrete, her lips pull into a savage, almost sadistic smirk as that energy builds and ultimately erupts, to send a final jolt into him as she springs upwards and backwards off of him, landing with a dainty click of heels.
"What puny gifts. Give me something worthwhile."
The maneuver is unexpected, to some degree, but given how outright lethargic he has become, not exactly surprising. "High risk brings high reward, but I am far from overtaken...!" Rolento mulls, raising anew and spreading his stance. "You have earned a more appropriate finish, however. Ready?" He then yanks out a handful of knives, balancing them in tandem upon the end of his weapon. "Move where you wish. I am confident I can predict it..." Moving his hand away, he then launches them all into the air, so high they vanish. "Go!" ... And then, three seconds later, a ten-foot wave of them fall. Likely right on her head. Can he see into the future?! Maybe he can. MAYBE HE CAN.
COMBATSYS: Shihong fails to interrupt Steel Rain from Rolento with Vermillion Sparrow.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong can no longer fight.
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Lifting a finger, the Asian woman smiles demurely, letting that long digit idly tap against her cheek as she observes the man once he has recovered. High risks..? The smile on her lips grows a tiny bit, her brows furrowing ever so slightly. "Perhaps," she muses. "But believe me, it was worth it. You can't say you didn't like it."
When the knives are procured and placed onto his baton, however, the woman's eyes narrow sharply. Even before he can finish the woman begins to move, in hopes of catching him off his guard and sneaking past his defenses. It was a good plan--but not good enough. Blades ascend into the sky.
Shihong runs.
Blades descend with frightening speed.
She's almost there..!
Blades fall, piercing flesh and pincushioning the woman, red bursting from the deep wounds that riddle her skin and pierce cloth. She staggers, but she does not yell. If anything she stumbles back and away, still grinning a toothy, almost manic smile. "I-it was fun," she mulls. "But I'm a-afraid I can't push myself anymore."
The woman falls to her knees, a hand clutched to a knife buried in her shoulder. The fight is over.
Log created on 18:48:57 10/01/2007 by Shihong, and last modified on 05:51:45 10/04/2007.