Description: This is what happen when you try to fit so much testosterone in a single bar. PROTIP: FIGHTS
Billy Kane has never been much of a drinker; For someone who's inarguably a street grown punk, his actual vices are slim to nil. Given the rather overtly emblazoned ‘No Smoking' sign upon the back of his blue jacket, such is hardly surprising. Yet he does happen to be rather social, and amongst all of the world caliber fighters one of the most accessible; He's been celebrating his return to the public circuit within Southtown by opting to purchase drinks for an entire bar. Given that it numbers thirty people easily, and lasts until he decides not to, this is no small treat for your average joe. It's questionable if this is going out of his own pocket or if the owner will actually have the raw balls to ask him to cough up the money, but who's complaining? This has been going on well over an hour, and it's likely Billy is the only one sober in the joint. He has been nursing a drink, slumped forward upon the bar and laughing rather uproariously with a few people gathered around him at the prospect of losing in a game of pool. Yet there's a spark in the air, and more then enough fuel, for something to trigger. If not someone losing too much common sense and thinking they can take a swing at a King of Fighter, then something similarly mundane. But that might only make the party better!
For your average joe, this is no small thing; Billy Kane, former King of Fighters, buying drinks for an entire bar. The bar, however, is not fully populated by average joes. Alongside the common rabble of Southtown, another of the Southsynd's elite has found his way into the bar upon an almost surprising invitation. While he's gathered around the same general gathering as Kane himself, Ryuji Yamazaki is not nearly as mirthful at the moment. He's working on his fourth drink at the moment, though, another gin and tonic that somehow managed to find its way into his hands when he last walked by the bar.
He's not much of a pool player, so the blonde, spike-headed gangster simply leans himself up against the table and adds the additional chuckle to the conversation every now and again, up until the point that there's a lull in the conversation. Yamazaki's head starts to wander, and eventually... his eyes happen to find Birdie. ".. well, I'll be damned. It's that useless little shit from the ninja ship.."
Now, unlike Billy, Birdie's a more out there kind of guy. He loves whiskey, hailing from England. The only thing he probably likes more than drinking is probably fighting. So in a bar, fights usually break out with Birdie there. If he has beer, he'll try to get a fight, if he has a fight, he'll probably try to get beer afterwards -- if at all possible!
Birdie for now sits right behind Billy, in a seat that's possibly way too small for him. He'll deal with it as long as they make it up with the good beverage. Thing is, he's huge, and he's beginning to encroach on Billy's personal space in a bad way. His arms resting on at his side ad almost all the way down towards the floor, he seems monsterous.
If there's already a spark in there air, Birdie's going to help spark it. Really quick.
Nursing a beer, he doesn't notice Billy, but he does notice Yamazaki. Useless little shit indeed.
Hayato has been a drinker for quite some time now. It's manly to be able to hold your liquor, and it's a hell of a lot of fun, too. Of course, Hayato would never drink on the job, but when he's on his own time he can be quite partial to taking a night on the town.
And it's true, Billy probably is the only sober person in this joint. Hayato certainly isn't, at least. He's sitting with another group of guys, a short distance away from the Syndicate crew, occasionally drawing attention to himself through loud bursts of laughter. Anybody trying to keep track of how much he's had to drink has probably lost count, but although his face is looking a bit red his speech is still remarkably clear, and he doesn't yet appear to be in danger of falling off his stool.
Even Billy is getting rather tipsy, which alone is... actually unsurprising. He's a featherweight when it comes to inebriation, and what few inhibitions he has tend to fly out the window. As well as any redeeming qualities he possesses, which are already at best threadbare compared to his violent endeavors and simple position as Geese's right hand. One massive elbow bumps into the other British brawler when he adjusts, and Billy snaps back his own, likely thunking into Birdie harder then he would care. "Give me some damn room!" is demanded, the snappy tone not one that seems to have any potential to argue with. When he looks towards the huge figure, there's surprise more then anything else, mixed up with Yamazaki's comment. "...Oye. He might be a useless shit, but he ain't little. Move your ass, eh?" Another elbow would be offered towards Birdie. After all, most people – even those who think they are all that – comply knowing who he is...
Slowly, Yamazaki tilts his head back to get a look over towards Birdie. Gorilla arms? Check. Ridiculous mohawk? Check. Ugly face? Check. This has to be him. "Che. Doubt he'll even be able t'do that right, Kane." A low chuckle starts rumbling in Yamazaki's throat as he slumps back into his chair. "Useless little fuck couldn't even beat up a little girl, 'n he was gettin' paid to." Ryuji tilts his head off to one side, then spits off onto the floor before tipping back the rest of his gin and tonic. He lifts one hand up and makes a flippant little gesture over towards the non-stick-wielding Brit. Something involving only one finger being lifted into the air. "That's right, you complete goddamn waste of space! Fuckin' arms like that 'n you couldn't even knock out Arika! /Arika/!" Already fairly tipsy as it is, Yamazaki slams both hands down onto the table. "Now you're comin' in here 'n givin' Billy shit? You're one goddamn step from me tossin' you out on your ass, you goddamn monkey-armed jackass."
As Billy seems to knock back against the man, elbowing him in the arms and back, trying to push him forward. He gets what he wants alright. Birdie moves in, even those he's freakin' gigantic. He picks up the pitcher of beer and just inhales it from here. Chugs it down while Billy's giving him something to think about. "Sure bloke, I'd bloody love to." And then Yamazaki comes up towards him. It just gets more interesting.
Yamazaki's check list seems to check out just nicely. He's all of those things all right! "Yeah, you're right. I couldn't beat up a damn girl." Birdie finishes. Hurling the pitcher towards the side. It crashes into the wall and shatter. Getting up when Yamazaki slams his hands down, Birdie grips the table. Gripping it tightly, Birdie tries to flip it, sending the table hurling into the air towards and unsuspecting drinker.
Namely, Hayato. HERE IS A TABLE, HAYATO.
"Why don't you damn try. You weren't even bloody good enough to attract their attention. You were friggen' invisible, bloke." Birdie huffs, standing up rather tall. "So don't think it was all me."
It seems people are getting a bit rowdy, and not in a good way. How is Hayato supposed to concentrate on getting drunk and listening to the jokes of his new friends whose faces he won't even remember in the morning, let alone their names? Obviously the thing to do is to politely ask them to settle their grievances in a civilized manner.
With that in mind, Hayato swivels around on his seat and gestures broadly with a mostly full mug of beer. This is not appreciated by the man sitting next to him, who finds his face suddenly dripping wet. Hayato appears not to notice this. "Hey, keep it down over there! Some of us're trying to-" And that's when a table lands on him.
There's a clatter of metal and glass, along with shouts of alarm as people nearby jump out of the way. A moment later the table is shoved aside by one of Hayato's arms as he drags himself back up to a standing position. A moment later he reaches down, hefting up the entire table and lifting it over his head. It's a bit heavy to hold for long, but he doesn't need to. Unfortunately he's not actually sure /who/ threw the table... But he knows the general direction. "Here, I think this belongs to you guys!" And then he hurls the table back toward Birdie and the Syndicate members, though he's not really aiming at anyone in particular.
Well, Billy was having quite a good time until now, but it seems things are going down the drain. ...This hardly means he's not going to in another direction, and would have had to be a fool to not expect such with Yamazaki. Yet he had hoped to drink another fifth his drink in the next hour, and is more irritable then anything else. And he winces slightly as the pitcher shatters against the wall, slipping from his seat while the table flies off towards nobody important. People gasp and back off, seeming to be more interested then threatened. "What the hell!" is offered, still holding his own drink. "You gotta problem, mowhawk?!" Billy states venomously, his free hand shifting out to heavily shove the larger man. And with a fair amount of force behind it that belies his stature, if not nearly superhuman. And then he notices someone talking, beginning to look in Hayato's direction. Before being impacted head-on by the thrown table, shattering into wooden motes and sending him over the counter in a spray of bottles, shattering in a cacophony. For one moment, there is utter silence. Billy then crawls his way over, attempting to shoulder Birdie aside. "Oh... You're going /down!/" is yelled towards Hayato, as Billy then hurtles across the intervening distance in a heartbeat, hurtling himself in the air in a flying body tackle, trying to slam him upon the floor!
COMBATSYS: Billy has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here.
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
COMBATSYS: Hayato has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Billy
"You know why they didn't come after me? Because they know who the hell I am, you goddamn useless ape bastard." That's all that Yamazaki manages to get out before the table comes flying. He ducks his head back and away, letting it pass by him before he slams his left hand into his right palm before cracking his knuckles. "Invisible? They weren't attackin' me because they were goddamn afraid of me. Once your useless ass got knocked out, I had to fight all three of 'em by myself. You cost me a paycheck there, you son of a whore."
As Yamazaki talks, he starts to lean forward, just slightly. It's almost invisible in the low light of the bar, but that black-clad left arm starts to dangle quite lifelessly from the shoulder as he leans. The angry look on his face fades to a self-assured smirk before he almost spits the words back at Birdie. "An' I'm gonna make my money back by choking you out with your own goddamn chains." It's only then that the left arm moves once again, snapping up from its lifeless state and lashing out across the room right at Birdie's face. The arm seems to just stretch out as it blurs, reaching right across the room in an attempt to slam his knuckles square into the thug's face.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Birdie with Snake Tamer.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Billy
When Birdie just throws the table up, he only finds out in the next moment that how Yamazaki starts to really show Birdie that he's known for a pretty good damn reason. "Yeah, what the hell was I thinking. Bloody 'ell, I should have just left you to go in there yourself and fight 'em like that anyways instead of tankin' for ya." Birdie chuckles only for Yamazaki to literally use that lifeless left arm.
CRACK. The arm seems to lash at him. Birdie just goes tumbling backwards at how hard it hit him. Jesus. That hurt like crazy. But Birdie's still in it. A really red mark on his chest and face seem to stand out on his chest. "Alright, bloody hell. You ask'd for it." Birdie grunts as he pushes himself off the bar and right towards Yamazaki.
Except, he's charging him. Head down, trying to ram the follicles on his head right into the man. And damn, if you've ever felt it before. It ain't one of those dull points. It's like a knife.
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Hayato with Quick Throw.
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Hayato 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Birdie
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Billy
Hayato attempts to stand his ground as Billy comes leaping at him, but the Brit's entire weight hitting him in the chest at high speed is a bit more than he's able to take. The Burning Phys-Ed teacher is sent crashing down to the floor by Billy's tackle, skidding back through broken glass and spilled beer.
Even as he falls, though, Hayato is grappling at Billy, attempting to get a hold of his opponent by the head. Things may quickly be getting chaotic in here, but when someone just slammed you into the floor, well, you know you probably want to hit them. If he manages to wrap his hands around Billy's head, Hayato neglects trying to get up in favor of pulling Billy's head back, then suddenly yanking it forward at the same time as he swings up his own forehead for a headbutt straight to the center of Billy's face. Now /that's/ bar brawling!
Chaos overflowing at a bar frequented by Southsynd lieutenants.
Who could have seen this coming?
Of course, he knows what's happening long before he enters the bar. He can -hear- it. The shattering of wood and glass, the shouting of not one, but -two- angry Brits... and the unmistakable hollaring of a sociopath for hire. If he had been anyone else, he might have felt relieved that some things never change. Instead, as the doors to the bar open, Duke just looks -annoyed-.
"... It figures."
Sneering at the entire battle unfurling before him, the man known as Hell's Executioner takes a slow, sweeping look at the players. Three he knows, two he debatably could get along with if the mood struck -- and one he doesn't know. "I suppose... I should get in on the fun then, hmm?" Except, Duke doesn't move to act just yet. Instead? He waits, running large fingers across the scar on his neck, and frowning. Who to hit first...
... After all, there are so many good choices.
COMBATSYS: Duke has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Duke takes no action.
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Duke 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
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COMBATSYS: Billy fails to counter Fierce Strike from Hayato with Random Weapon.
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Whatever happens to be taking place between Yamazaki and Birdie is entirely unknown to Billy; He managed to get his mitts upon Hayate, which more then suffices for him, throttling him by the front of the shirt in a savage shake amidst a flurry of curses that are rather colorful by all accounts. With Birdie attempting to headbutt Yamazaki and the rest of the crowd cheering and hooting, it's quite the thing for Duke to walk in on. Yet he's then grappled in return, and as he's yanked backwards, his pawing free hand grasps the neck of a bottle. But before he can smash it across the teacher's face, he's tugged into a face-shattering blow, flying backwards and sprawling upon the ground. Rolling over, bottle rolling off unused, Billy rubs blood from his nose while getting to his feet. "You're a dead man...!!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki fails to interrupt Bull Horn from Birdie with Bomb Headbutt.
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Was... was Birdie just going to charge right at him? It just seemed a little too easy. The fingers of Yamazaki's right hand flex for a moment before he settles in and braces his feet behind him. The bull-charge is met with one hand coming up to just sweep Birdie's head aside, but the momentum built up is enough to force the Syndicate thug off-balance. He gets a sizable cut along his upper arm in the process before geting knocked backwards. He half-stumbles, half-slams into the nearby wall, which spiders out behind him before he pushes off just as quickly. There's a brief chuckle, followed by quickly escalating laughter as wall-rubble falls from Yamazaki's back. "Well, I'll be damned, you /can/ do something useful!" He brushes a few fragments off one shoulder, laughing all the while. "C'mon, then, let's see what else you got in that useless bag of tricks!"
Birdie backs up after the impact. The thug goes back from the first thugs hit, and that's all Birdie was hoping to accomplish. Now, as Yamazaki stumbles, Birdie feels like he's not going to try that again so quickly. Yamazaki's going to be ready for him. So instead, Birdie just prepares himself by watches Yamazaki for the moment.
"It's not that I can do something right," Birdie says, sitting back for the moment, "It's just you can't do any damn thing right." Yeah. That'll teach him Birdie. You just piss him off more so he can rip off your head.
For now though, he just watches what Yamazaki's going to do. Content on showing him /NOTHING/.
COMBATSYS: Birdie focuses on his next action.
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Once he's got some room between himself and Billy, Hayato slowly climbs back up to his feet. He grins when he spots the blood dripping from Billy's nose. Ah, this is fun! Sure, he's still got some fragments of glass stuck in his back, but it's still fun! As for Billy's comment about him being a 'dead man'? "Not yet, I'm not!"
With a loud laugh Hayato leaps off the floor, landing heavily on the bar and knocking over several glasses that had survived unscathed up to this point. He tenses his legs, then leaps off the bar in a flying kick aimed at Billy. After the first hit, he flips his body around as he kicks out with his other foot. Either way, it appears he hasn't thought too much about his landing, and crashes right back down to the floor.
There's a long, silent moment from Duke as those dark eyes roam, looking for the best target to pick out amidst those gathered before him. He might actually be debating hitting Billy or Yamazaki for a brief slice of time; brown eyes linger on the brit, then the hitman... before finally falling on Hayato. The only one he -doesn't- know.
"... Hnn." Right hand falling from his neck, Duke's body tenses. Within a second, he is -springboarding- off the ground with the release of all that tension, his momentum carrying him through the air with the intent of driving his right knee into the Phys-Ed teacher's jaw. "GRAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" The impact is designed to knock Hayato up into the air -with- him, at which point he twists in mid-air, bringing his leg swinging up high before driving -downwards- in a blur of black, intent on driving the sole of his shoe into Hayato's gut in a stomping kick meant to drive him straight back into the ground. "Let's see if you have anything to offer...!"
COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Hayato's Second Kick.
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Both of Billy's arms shift up before his chest, catching both of the kicks in an almost boxer-like bobbing; He might not presently have his staff out, but by all accounts he is not helpless without it. The man was a talented street fighter long before coming into Geese's employ, grinning in a savage manner that shows, thrown table or not, he's more then amused by the prospect of fighting an opponent a good bit more talented then anticipated. That is until Duke does an impression of Iori, and opting to go right after the man he was having words with. "Wh–Duke?! God damnit, he's MINE!!" Billy then actually attempts to get his arm around the larger man and heft him downwards into a headlock, much akin to what one might do in a schoolyard as a bully. A noogie would seem imminent, but he'd merely try to wrench Duke into a stumble forward, and then attempt to kick him /hard/ right in the ass... to forcedly launch him into and across a table, likely to roll to one hell of an uncomfortable stop!
The laughter before, simple bemusement, rolls into full riotous laughter at this point, even managing to overwhelm some of the bar patrons with that high-pitched hyena-like cackling. "/I/ can't do anything!? Who knocked out two of 'em, you delusional little..." He stops talking, laughing once again, very nearly doubling over from the statement that Birdie just made. Slowly, he manages to calm himself down to chuckling once again before cocking his head back. "Let's see here.. you sat there and got punched like a goddamn retard, 'n I knocked both of 'em out after you got put on your ass. Sounds about r-- SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH." Ryuji straightens himself up once again, then turns his head sharply enough to cause his neck to pop. "Try it again, you jackass. I'll break your neck."
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki gains composure.
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Birdie watches as Yamakazi literally gets back up without a problem. At all. It's almost sickening to Birdie to watch Yamazaki get back up on his feet like that. Clenching his jaw tightly, Birdie ain't too happy about this. Not one bit.
"A'ight. I don't think I'm shutting up yet. You're gonna have to bloody make me." Birdie began as he moved back towards Yamazaki IN STRIKE RANGE oh god. What is he trying to do? It's simply really. He's going to move right up to Yamazaki and try to grab his arm. If he's lucky enough to grasp him, he'll clamp down with two before hammer throwing him towards the bar stools.
And at the metal bars, no doubt. BREAK HIS NECK. C'MON.
COMBATSYS: Hayato fails to counter Dive Bomber from Duke with Counter Thrust.
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Billy 0/-------/-======|
What Hayato does next would be much more impressive if Hayato had succeeded. As he's getting up he hears Duke charging in toward him from the sidelines. He only turns slightly, enough to glance in Duke's direction, then begins bringing up his arm. As Duke comes charging in Hayato's arm comes swinging out, the intent being to drive the back of his fist into the side of Duke's head, sending the other man crashing to the ground before he can connect with his own attack.
Obviously it doesn't work out like that. Hayato's head snaps back as he's launched into the air by the blow to the jaw, and then the air escapes his lungs in a grunt as Duke's foot drives him right back down to the floor, the impact enough to cause a few more bottles to fall off the shelf behind the bar. "Ugh..." The gym teacher shakes his head for a moment as he starts sitting up, then grins. "That's more like it!"
COMBATSYS: Duke endures Billy's Strong Throw.
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Duke lands with an explosive crash of his foot into the ground, jerking backwards in a sudden leap backwards. A frown creases his lips, obviously displeased with the outcome, for whatever reason. Yet, as he leaps back... he finds someone grabbing him. He finds BILLY grabbing him. Blinking, Duke's dark gaze jerks around to stare -directly- at the British man with an untold level of intensity. "You want him, you loser?" The question comes out in a growl as Duke's body suddenly lurches forward in a headlock. Yet, even as he is so moved, his fists clench... tightly. "-Fine-."
Duke stumbles with that sudden wrench, but as he does, Billy might note something: he's turning -around- just as soon as he's released, surging FORWARD with remarkable swiftness. The kick impacts his stomach rather than his rear, but despite all the strength and damage from the blow, Hell's Executioner does not even notice. Instead, he just rushes -forward-, intent on driving his right fist forward in a single, brutal haymaker. "GO GET HIM, THEN! HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Billy fails to counter Volcanic Bomb EX from Duke with Water Dragon Pursuit Cane.
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SLAM. Billy gets introduced to the sheer force that Duke can bring to bear for the first time in a single punch that has MORE than enough force to floor the Brit. Whatever the bodyguard's intentions, it is all simply -overpowered- in the wake of that single punch. Before Kane can strike the ground, though, Duke is quick to grasp the other man by his legs, taking an iron grip on his calves. Hell's Executioner begins to spin then, once, twice, three times, building up considerable, disorienting momentum before he simply RELEASES Billy straight into the air, with such force that he'll find his body SCRAPING against the roof of the establishment.
Yet, it's not the end. As soon as Billy is released, Duke rushes out from underneath him, -leaping- precisely when Kane begins to fall. He meets the Brit halfway down, taking a firm grasp on him and THRUSTING him downwards... literally POWERBOMBING the man into the bar floor in an explosion of wood and glass that sends a large group of patrons FLYING away. Conveniently, the landing point? Will be right next to Hayato, just as Duke leaps -off- and away from the crater he's just made in the bar.
"... Idiot."
Well, Duke is certainly not a man who realizes just what it means to allow him the desired fight; While Hayate doesn't manage to stem the onslaught of Hell's Executioner, it doesn't appear that Billy is going to either. Slipping backwards, through his haze realizing the sheer devastating power of the assault, he knows he has no chance to evade. Instead he reaches into his jacket and almost violently yanks out his collapsible staff, trying to flick it between himself and the other man. Yet he's absolutely plowed for his trouble, entire body wrenching away with a pained grunt. ...That hurt. He's not really sure where he is while he spirals around, only to find himself shattering a large area and rumbling the windows of the entire establishment, every drink on the bar bouncing. For a few long moments Billy's scruched up, expression warped in pain. ...And then he thuds down flat, limbs askew, by most visible accounts appearing out of the fight. Ouch. He wasn't expecting /that/. It's a wonder his hand retained a deathlock on his staff!
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Birdie's Medium Throw.
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Yamazaki cocks an eyebrow as Birdie comes right in towards him, and a slow smirk starts to spread across his lips. "Go ahead, loser. Try it." He goes so far as to let both hands clamp on, upon which the gangster will be hurled toward the barstools. As he hurtles through midair, he retains enough control over his flight that he can spin around and put his legs towards the bar. He keeps his feet out, dropkicking his way through the stools and letting himself land feet-first against the side of the bar.
"NOT ENOUGH!"
With that brief crouching horizontal position, Yamazaki coils in the split-second that it takes for him to spring right back off towards the non-Syndicate brit. He flies right back through the air, one arm coming out as he tries to clothesline Birdie in mid-flight, slamming the crook of his elbow right into the thug's throat.
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Yamazaki with Bull Spike.
- Power fail! -
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Birdie's fist instinct is only one thing. SHANK HIM. Which he tries to do! Throwing himself forward, Birdie tries to stab his hair right into Yamazaki's arm as he tries to take the thug down. But instead, it just gets him shit beat instead. The crooke of the elbow going even farther into Birdie's throat, sending him towards the ground and knocking the wind from his long.
Birdie breathes heavily, a large behemoth toppled by the powerful blow of Yamazaki. He's going to need a little moment to get back up and get winded again. It hurts to move at the moment. Owch.
And all of a sudden, Hayato finds himself alone. Now Billy and Duke are, well, duking it out, and Yamazaki and Birdie are still in the same brawl that's been going on since this started. What's Hayato to do? Well, for starters he's feeling a bit thirsty. Miraculously, there's a bottle of beer nearby that's survived the chaos up to this point. Hayato grabs it, twists the top off, then proceeds to chug the entire thing in a matter of moments. Ah. Now he's refreshed /and/ he has the perfect makeshift weapon for a barroom brawl.
COMBATSYS: Hayato gathers his will.
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Duke is somewhere in the background laughing at Billy, like this: "OH HO HO HO~!"
COMBATSYS: Duke takes no action.
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Well, it's an arduous process but Billy manages to shift upwards into a sitting position, more a jerk then anything else. His free hand rubs his head in a rather pained way, openly grimacing. "The hell was that truck?" is mulled, more to himself then anything else. He's never made the claim that Duke doesn't hit hard, although he catches the laughter easily enough. Hardly in a position to continue his offensive in such straights, he utilizes his staff to shift into a standing position, resting on it for a few moments while spitting bloodily to the side. Thereafter he resumes his combative position, twirling the weapon and nestling the shaft beneath one armpit, eyes lancing first to Hayate, and then to the cackling Hell's Executioner. An old fashioned mexican standoff... But who's going to go after who? It might be disturbingly hard to tell!
COMBATSYS: Billy gains composure.
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In one case, it's painfully easy to see who's going after who, over to the other side of the bar brawl.
Post-clothesline, Yamazaki tucks into a short roll before climbing back up to his feet. He chuckles under his breath, then slowly shakes his head from side to side as he looks down towards the fallen Birdie... "Feh. That's one shot to the neck already, shitstain. How many more before I finally decide to snap it?" He stalks forward a couple steps, then with Birdie down like that... it's very hard for the gangster to not rub it in just a little. He digs his toe underneath some of the fallen debris and wreckage, wood and broken glass and shards of concrete. He flexes that foot for just a moment before bringing it up sharply. The foot itself goes straight up, reaching over his head, but all the gathered debris goes at a straight 45 degree angle, flying right for Birdie's face. "CHOKE ON IT AND DIE, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!"
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Yamazaki's Suna Kake.
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As Birdie's thrown towards the side, everything seems to hurt a great deal more. The fallen wreckage begins to pile up as he gets back up. It's all getting rather crazy. And it flies right for Birdie's face. Well. Alright. Birdie can deal with that.
So when the debris does come at him, Birdie actually charges right towards Yamazaki. "I'LL SHOW YOU DAMMIT!" Birdie cries as he rips right through the debris gathered up, trying to catch Yamazaki with his leg in the air still.
The hardest part was getting through the debris tat batters him heavily. He's still piling through, aimed to ram into Yamazaki, and take him down. TAKE HIM DOWN HARD. Like A BULL>
And if he does get through, Birdie'll teach Yamazaki a thing or two, punches raining down on the fighter post hast, from the large, meaty fists of Birdie. HE'S NOT DONE YET. Even though he looks bloody terribly.
After he's finished draining it, Hayato hefts the empty bottle in his hand for a moment, getting a feel for its weight. He looks thoughtful, or about as thoughtful as he could possibly hope to be in his current state of inebriation, then nods to himself. His arm goes up and back, and then with a quick snap he sends the empty bottle hurtling toward Billy's head.
Just throwing a bottle at someone is far too simple and impersonal, however. Hayato is charging right in behind the flying glass, which is mostly meant to serve as a distraction. If it works, he should be able to grab Billy by the collar of his jacket, then lift him up off the ground and give him a good shaking. And then when he lets go, the idea is to plant his fist in the Brit's face before his feet touch the floor again.
Staying towards the back as chaos erupts all around him, Duke debates just -who- should be the subject of his attention this time around. His attention drifts from Billy; he's given the Brit exactly what he's wanted, if only in a more painful way than might have been intended. As such, those dark eyes refocus themselves, looking for something -- someone -- to pit his focus on. Not Hayato, no. Duke shakes his head, gaze shifting once more... and landing on the altercation between Yamazaki and Birdie.
A brow lifts. Slowly, but surely, Duke's expression gives way to one of idle curiosity... and then complete interest. A dry smile slipping past his lips as Yamazaki attacks and Birdie just -barrels- through it, Hell's Executioner moves forward. Calmly, slowly -- but with one clear intent. The moment that Birdie attempts to rain a volley of meaty punches on Yamazaki, Duke swoops down low... and attempts to grip his fellow Southsynd enforcer by the back of the neck. "Hello, Yamazaki."
The moment Birdie is done, without much in the way of showboating, Duke will just -fling- Yamazaki like a sack of bricks into a nearby wall.
COMBATSYS: Hayato successfully hits Billy with Power Punch.
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Still rather dazed by the onslaught from Duke, Billy's guard is weakened as a result; He attempts to shift up and deflect the incoming attack, yet given that it happened to be a grapple he instead gets a thorough throttling for his efforts. At least his journey to the ground is hastened by the vicious impact to his already damaged visage, causing him to land on his back with a loud grunt and mild skid. "Hrrmph. You're better then most drunks..." is mused, shifting his jaw around painfully. "But not good enough...!!" And with that, Billy finally plays hardball. Snapping out his staff, it disconnects into three pieces connected by chain... Trying to slam into Hayate and knock him backwards, punctuated by his twisting and retracting it; At the same moment channeling his fire in a cackle, to swathe over and temporarily encompass the teacher before extinguishing as the staff once more assembles!
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Birdie's The Birdie MAX.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki interrupts Quick Throw from Duke with Bomb Headbutt.
- Power hit! -
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The kicking leg of Yamazaki comes back down again, and he clicks the heel of his dress shoe against the ground.. just in time to watch Birdie come charging straight at him. That, in turn, raises an eyebrow. "You're gonna show me, huh? What, that you're completely goddamn useless?" Both legs brace themselves against the bar floor, and when Birdie comes barrelling into him, he skids backwards.. but doesn't go down. Ryuji simply stands there, bracing himself for the coming onslaught and laughing. Laughing all while Birdie slams fist after fist into him. "NOT ENOUGH, NOT FUCKING ENO--" Then Duke reaches around to grab him as the last punch collides. As Duke gets his grip, Yamazaki gets one of his own. He'll pull Hell's Executioner along for the ride into the brick wall by his hair, leather-clad fingers tangled into Duke's hair and yanking him right along for the trip. Both of the gangster's eyes go wide, then, as he continues to pull Duke right in towards him, along with a simply muttered, deadpan, "Hello, Duke."before he leans away from the wall and slams, with all the force he can muster, the middle of his forehead square into Duke's face. Hardened by years of headbutting anything and anyone he felt, that forehead comes crashing right across the bridge of Duke's nose. Combined with that impact, an explosion, smoke and clouds and all goes off right in the middle of the other Southsynd
The kicking leg of Yamazaki comes back down again, and he clicks the heel of his dress shoe against the ground.. just in time to watch Birdie come charging straight at him. That, in turn, raises an eyebrow. "You're gonna show me, huh? What, that you're completely goddamn useless?" Both legs brace themselves against the bar floor, and when Birdie comes barrelling into him, he skids backwards.. but doesn't go down. Ryuji simply stands there, bracing himself for the coming onslaught and laughing. Laughing all while Birdie slams fist after fist into him. "NOT ENOUGH, NOT FUCKING ENO--"
Then Duke reaches around to grab him as the last punch collides. As Duke gets his grip, Yamazaki gets one of his own. He'll pull Hell's Executioner along for the ride into the brick wall by his hair, leather-clad fingers tangled into Duke's hair and yanking him right along for the trip. Both of the gangster's eyes go wide, then, as he continues to pull Duke right in towards him, along with a simply muttered, deadpan, "Hello, Duke."
Then, Yamazaki simply starts cackling again, just before he leans away from the wall and slams, with all the force he can muster, the middle of his forehead square into Duke's face. Hardened by years of headbutting anything and anyone he felt, that forehead comes crashing right across the bridge of Duke's nose. Combined with that impact, an explosion, smoke and clouds and all goes off right in the middle of the other Southsynd lieutenant's face, fire and ash with all the force of a small bomb exploding right up in his proverbial grill.
Birdie. Well, Birdie uses up most of his energy right there and then. He's tired. His strength is failing him. Everyone here seems to be stronger than him. It's insulting. Birdie watches as Yamakazi just grab Duke as Birdie fires the last punch, sending them both into the wall. There and then, he reaches for the bar. Pulling a huge pitcher of beer off of it, Birdie just grabs it, and begins to drink to his hearts content.
Drink, drink, and drink. If anyone attacks him, he'll probably too busy drinking! Yeah. He's hoping Duke can deal with Yamazaki for now... since Duke DID just get slammed. Beer and entertainment?
COMBATSYS: Birdie drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Hayato with Blazing Cane Thrust.
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Hayato blinks in slow surprise as the staff snaps out and whips into him, engulfing him in a blast of flame. He's sent sailing back and away from Billy, crashing through a table and sending several chairs flying before he finally hits the floor and the flames are extinguished. With a shake of his head, Hayato gropes around with his right hand, looking for something solid to help pull him back to his feet. Eventually he gets a grip on the bar and hauls himself back into a standing position.
Hayato's hand then bumps against a bottle that's rolled over onto its side. "Hey now, it's not over yet..." In a flash he grabs the bottle, cracking the neck of it open against the bar. Alcohol spills out as he whips it around, this time hurling a full bottle in Billy's direction, sending sprays of liquor flying out around it, and quite possibly all over Billy if his aim is good.
Eyes narrow the moment that Yamazaki makes a solid grip onto Duke. Hell's Executioner's lips pull back in a sneer as he's suddenly -ripped- along for the ride. Instead of the fling going as planned, the Southtown Syndicate lieutenant instead finds himself at the receiving end of an enormous headbutt, aggregated by that sudden explosion of chi. The force alone is enough to send Duke -ripping- backwards in a singularly unpleasant ride, SLAMMING into a nearby wall with enough force that it dents in. Duke falls...
... but to his credit? He falls right on his feet. Eyes narrowed, the enforcer wipes the long trail of blood running down from his injured nose, seeming to entirely disregard that pain that should inevitably come with the damage inflicted. It would seem the man has a high tolerance for the stuff, but it should go without saying; Southsynd's lieutenants are made of tough stuff.
Rather than stop to gather himself, Duke instead barrels -straight- in for Yamazaki, intending to grip the other man by his hair. If successful, before Ryuji can react, he'll find a stunning punch jamming itself into his abdomen, forcing the air from him. A second punch follows, an uppercut, with enough force to send Yamazaki airborne, before it's all finished up with a single wind-up punch to the sternum, delivered with enough force to propel Yamazaki straight -backwards-... and towards Birdie. "GRAAAAAAAARGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Billy interrupts Thrown Object from Hayato with Red Lotus Requiem.
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"You might of smacked me around a little... but you better learn when you're outta your league..." Billy then charges forward, hunkering low to the ground with his staff trailing behind. Unsurprisingly, the spray of glass and alcohol doesn't do much but irritate him, shrugged aside as he capitalizes on that split moment of vulnerability; It's truly all he needs, sweeping his weapon around and impacting Hayato in the gut with rather incredible force. Before hefting himself into the air, the teacher in tow – at the apex he spirals his weapon with a cackle, the entirety of it engulfing in scorching fire that lights up the entire room. Flicking the other man aside towards a table, Billy lands lightly upon his feet with a mild sigh, shifting his stance to see what manner of final retaliation he'll have... Put that table thrower in his place!
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits Yamazaki with Crack Up.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hayato
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With the post-smoke impact drifting off his forehead, Yamazaki starts to chuckle once again as Duke goes off staggering in his own direction. He'd be doing the other man a disservice to say that he wasn't expecting a quick turnaround, but with the speed that he comes off the wall, it even takes the former Yakuza gangster a bit off-guard. Arms go up a moment too late to dissuade the incoming fists, which slam directly into abdomen. It's not long after that he's airborne, and flying straight through the air. "Son of a bi-- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Amidst his impromptu flight, his visual range goes from Duke to Birdie in the span of about two seconds. As he goes barrelling in, he twists around as best he can, and right as he starts to descend, his left hand comes around in an attempt to clamp his hand square onto Birdie's face.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Birdie with Yondan Drill.
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As Ryuji Yamazaki flies, he finds his hand clamping right down onto the face of Birdie. As gravity starts to take over, his hand is the first thing that goes, and the impact of his fall finds impromptu bracing by way of slamming the back of Birdie's head into the ground before his body hits. Then Yamazaki's body falls a few moments later. As he starts to straighten up, his back arches backwards, then he brings Birdie up a moment later. That hand comes around to fling the thug into the air. "I DIDN'T SAY I WAS DONE WITH YOU YET!" As the body starts to come down, Yamazaki rears back, arms going wide as he starts to laugh... and then all hell breaks loose. The left arm starts to move in a flurry, driving punch after punch into the midsection and face of Birdie, each blow connecting with enough force to keep him off the ground for just long enough that the next blow can land. Seven or eight straight punches land before the legs join the barrage, kicks and knee-strikes going into the combination of blows. A good fifteen in all before the left arm comes back for one final strike. Yamazaki's entire forearm suddenly lights up with a hazy purple gaseous chi, covering his fist and forearm like a thick fog just a moment before he wheels around with a sharp uppercut that drives the chi-charged knuckles right into Birdie's sternum.
Birdie's face gets clamped. Oh god. No beer in the world can make this feel worse. As Birdie's literally taken off his feet, the beer falls to the ground. Then his head tunnels into the ground like some kind of gopher. A reverse gopher. HIS HAIR WASN'T MADE FOR THAT.
And then Yamazaki begins to beat the everloving crap out of Birdie.
And he sure does! Th multiple punches and kicks beat the snot out of Birdie. He was WRONG. And he'll learn here that REST users just DOES NOT PAY. Not at all. Fourteen hits rack up, turning Birdie into a piece of meat before finally the final blow comes at him, the chi laces strike to the... Sternum?
Birdie never the less is thrown backwards, falling into a heap on the ground after breaking through four tables. As he rests, he hurls up the drink he just drank. Not worth it squared.
"Ugh... that... that wasn't the bloomin' ... throat..." Birdie says before passing out.
COMBATSYS: Birdie takes no action.
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Duke 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hayato
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Billy 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Birdie can no longer fight.
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Duke 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hayato
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Billy 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Okay, so, that didn't really work out so well. Hayato /was/ expecting Billy to just try to charge right through the flying bottle, but he was expecting him to be a little bit slower, giving him a chance to react. And then he's swept up and off his feet by the cane slamming into his stomach then whipping up and around. Once more he's engulfed in flames, though that wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that immediately afterwards he's smashed right through another table, falling to the floor in a shower of wood splinters and broken glass.
For a few moments, it seems that Hayato is defeated. There's a groan from his spot on the floor, but he doesn't make any move to get up. He could be unconcious. But actually, he's just waiting for a moment to catch his breath, and let his head clear a bit. As soon as his vision stops swimming he'll show that cane boy just what kind of man he's up against!
A really drunk one!
COMBATSYS: Hayato takes no action.
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Duke 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hayato
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Billy 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Well, well. It seems that Hayato's a bit more durable then anticipated. No skin off Billy's nose; if he's not out yet, he will be in a second. A rather leisurely approach begins, almost a saunter really. Playing possum doesn't work against a man who has a legendary technique based on cowering. "C'mon! You through already?" Twisting around his cane, he hooks it upon an adjacent chair, before flicking it towards the fallen man; It spirals madly, attempting to impact him with a rather overt shatter and a mocking laugh from Billy. "You're just lucky Duke got in my way... He gave you half a chance!" He's onyl paying marginal attention to the loud crashes, curses, and hooting of the crowd at this point. He'll deal with them next!
That was good enough for Duke. As Yamazaki begins tearing into Birdie, the fellow enforcer simply leans back, shoving his left hand deep into his pocket. It's during this time he deigns to take stock of everything happening around him. First to Billy, bursting through Hayato's simple assault with one tremendously greater. Then to Hayato, who lands unceremoniously on the ground, smashing through tables and glasses, seemingly out of the fight. Then... Yamazaki, pounding into poor Birdie relentlessly until the British street brawler can no longer even muster up the will to fight. He considers with a frown. "... Hmph."
Slowly, Duke's right hand lifts, fingertips pressing and running along the scar that stretches across his neck. He says nothing, does nothing. For now... he simply gathers himself, and waits for what will happen next.
COMBATSYS: Duke gains composure.
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Duke 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hayato
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Billy 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Even after that flurry, Birdie still has the energy and the smart mouth, at least enough to snark before passing out. "Son of a bitch..." Yamazaki slowly tromps over to the fallen hoodlum, then lifts one leg up before kicking Birdie right in the throat. "You want your damn throat! Here!" Another kick, then a grind of his heel into the unconcious thug's windpipe. "Here's your goddamn throat, you smarmy little shit! Now you fuckin' stay down or I /will/ snap your goddamn neck!" One more kick to the throat for good measure, and then, Yamazaki turns to face the people left standing.. Billy and Duke, plus some random drunkard that's still putting up a fight... hmm. No. Instead, Ryuji simply stands back for the moment. One hand cracks the knuckles of the other, then vice versa. He'll spend a moment observing, deciding just where the next punch is going to hurt the most.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Hayato with Thrown Object.
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Billy 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
A chair? Bah! Bah, Hayato says! When it's clear that Billy is still coming after him, Hayato decides that he's had enough time to rest. He surges to his feet, charging at Billy with a feral grin. He draws back his right fist as he charges, making it fairly clear what his intent is. He stumbles, slightly, when the chair breaks across his face, but aside from the blood that starts pouring from a cut on his scalep, it doesn't seem to be bothering the Burning Phys-Ed Teacher at all. He's still got that grin plastered on his face.
Hayato leaps at Billy with his left hand outstretched as he draws close, attempting to grab the British fighter by the shoulder as they collide, using his weight to drag him down to the floor. As they fall Hayato's clenched right hand bursts into flames and then comes zooming in toward Billy's face, intending to drive his head into the floor. After which Hayato stumbles over for a moment, then falls flat on his back.
COMBATSYS: Hayato can no longer fight.
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Rolling his neck in a calm, slow manner, Hell's Executioner looks towards the final showdown between Billy and Hayato, only arching a single, thick black eyebrow in appraisal. His interest waning in the event, his gaze shifts back towards Yamazaki, who appears to be... preparing himself to do something more. Holding back like Duke. Rather than simply let him be, though, Duke twists simply on a heel to face the man, and lifts a single, large fist into the air.
"Let's have some fun."
Within a moment, Duke is off like a blurr of scarlet and black, rushing down the space between himself and Yamazaki. His intent is simple. With the single -snap- of his elbow to the side, he seeks to drive it into Yamazaki's temple, following it up with a quick, but brutal, knee to the gut. "HRAAARGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Hayato's Burning Cross Counter.
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The stumble forward is met with a sharp, barking laulgh as Billy merely twirls around almost like a dancer, shifting past the assault by a fair margin; Not enough to brag by most accounts, but it wasn't raw luck. He manages to not say ‘Ole!', but it seems he's emerged the victor. Licking his lips, he then glances towards both Yamazaki and Duke, before shifting to the other. "Oye, Duke..." He rushes forward thereafter, before /snapping/ out the end of his staff, trying to catch him in the throat. And then heft him into the air, to slam him upon the ceiling. "I still owe ya one!" And as he did one of his trademark cackles, he would thoroughly strangle the man for a few seconds before flicking him down to slam into the ground, almost dismissively.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Duke's Light Kick.
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There. Goddamn monkey-armed Brit is down. With a derisive little snort, Yamazaki turns back to face the bar once again.. Hayato is down, leaving the three lieutenants to brawl amongst themselves. And then Duke turns his attention towards him once again. "Finally, someone worth punching." He chuckles once again, then a grin starts to spread across his face as Duke comes rushing in... he turns his body just a bit, putting his right arm away and giving the left side to take the brunt of the elbow-strike, and he doubles over just slightly with the knee to his gut.. and while he's recovering, Billy's coming up to strangle Duke. Oh, this is just too good.
As Yamazaki straightens, the -clik- of a switchblade is drowned underneath the noise of the crowd. Once the knife is bared, the black-clad Enforcer surges forward, right arm snapping up with wide strikes, bringing the blade across at Duke first, then right back down at Billy again. A series of six slashes complete the combination; three for Duke, and three for Billy.
COMBATSYS: Duke endures Billy's Hell Drop.
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COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts Sabaki no Aikuchi from Yamazaki with Minefield.
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Driving those dual blows home, Duke would appear to be ill-prepared for what comes next. For all intents and purposes, with his back turned to Billy, he would seem to be incapable of seeing the attack coming. Yet... as soon as Billy snaps forward, and catches Duke by the throat? It's clear that he makes -no- attempt whatsoever to stop it, taking the full brunt of the strike head on... and grinning for Billy's troubles. He feels the strangulation depriving him of air, depriving him of strength, yet as he is flung...
... he finds himself being introduced to Yamazaki, blade-first. Flying through the air, there is little he can do as a means of self-defense. Yet, as those knife thrusts come... Yamazaki might notice a thick, crimson field surrounding Duke like a cocoon of chi. The moment that first knife thrust stabs into Duke's gut, it strikes the field first. And like an unstable concoction...
... Duke -explodes-.
Dark red energy RUPTURES in the wake of that first knife thrust, bursting outward and SLAMMING into Yamazaki even as Duke continues to fly. It hardly matters what happens next; soon enough, Duke hits the ground in a roll, blood trailing behind him before he comes to an ultimate, crouching stop. "... hmph. Not enough.... but good try."
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Billy with Sabaki no Aikuchi.
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There was an attempt by Billy to heft up his staff and catch the flashes of steel, yet he fails; Instead he is slashed rather heavily across his chest, the blade biting deep and eliciting a harsh grimace. Already weakened as he is by the onslaught of Hayato, Billy staggers backwards and hits one of the few remaining tables, as Duke retaliates with an onslaught of his own. Panting heavily, he then manages an unsteady grin. "This might be familiar to you at least, Duke..." He begins to swirl around his cane in a fervent manner, both ends igniting in a flare of sparks before he summons a scorching pinwheel, weaving it to the side. "A LITTLE TASTE OF HELL!" And with that he heaves his body forward, congealing the flame into a solid fireball easily seven feet wide; Obliterating the debris between himself and the other pair still locked within melee range, trying to take them both down in one fell swoop as his last attack would detonate. At least the bystanders had the good sense to part like the red tide before it...
COMBATSYS: Billy can no longer fight.
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Duke 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Yamazaki with Blazing Whirlwind Cane.
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Duke 0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Duke with Blazing Whirlwind Cane.
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Duke 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Yamazaki
Even as he works to pull back the switchblade, it's much to Yamazaki's chagrin that Duke has yet another ace up his sleeve. That energy field barrels into him right around the same time that the flying fiery cane comes darting in to strike Yamazaki with two consecutive explosions that hit hard enough to send him not just into the wall, but completely through it. The wooden barrier explodes with the force of a 250 pound plus angry Chinese man going through it, splinters and shards going everywhere with people scattering to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
A good ten or so seconds passes.
From outside the bar, silence remains for those ten seconds. Then, a raucous, rough cackle can be heard from the parking lot. Louder and louder, Yamazaki just starts laughing, despite the fact that he just took two shots that would most likely break the bones, if not the spirit, of a smaller man. And that laughing continues until he explodes right through a second portion of the wall, about three feet to the right. People scatter at the last moment as another shower of splinters and wood shards fills the room, and Ryuji comes barrelling straight for Duke. Knife blade back in his right hand, it darts up in an attempt to bury it handle-deep into the midsection of Hell's Executioner.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts ...!! from Yamazaki with Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Duke has reached second wind!
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Duke 0/-------/-======|
The knife finds a place in Duke's gut, and it's ripped free just as quickly. Slowly, Ryuji takes a couple steps back before one hand comes up, shoving Duke down to the ground. Yamazaki doesn't quite look fully into it, at first. As he's pulling back, the first strike comes a bit slowly, slashing out with one arm and slamming his knuckles right into Duke's face. The second comes a bit faster, striking to the midsection, and each successive blow is faster and faster. By the fifth, his eyes are fully open again, and by the eighth, the laughter has come back. Blow after blow continues to rain down until he's reached nearly twenty consecutive strikes....
.. AND THEN!?
If it hasn't already, all hell has broken loose at the bar.
In the split second that their two opponents are dropped, everything blows up between the Southsynd subordinates. First Billy, with that blazing cane thrust. Duke slowly comes to a stand, just in time to find a gigantic plume of chi-laden fire spreading out to consume the entire area around him, taking in Yamazaki and consuming him in its birth, before engulfing Duke as well. He has no time to react; the power is too great, too overwhelming for Hell's Executioner to brace himself for the impact. And, as such? It devours him without a moments relent, spitting him out in a backwards thrust that sends him CRASHING against a wall, charred... but still, somehow, managing a wobbling stand.
Life has left Duke's eyes at this point. Whatever is propelling him onwards is nothing normal; the abnormal power of his will, his resolve, to keep -going-. Dark eyes dull, the large enforcer staggers forward... just in time to feel a knife -digging- itself into his gut. It's debatable if he even saw it coming, or even can acknowledge the blade buried deep inside him know. Despite a cough of blood, he does nothing, says nothing. Dark crimson runs down his lips and stains his goatee as Duke goes staggering back, further and further, bloodied even more and hardly even recognizing the pain; his expression is impassive as he is struck, over and over, faster and faster. The laughter echoes in his brain yet goes largely unheard... until that twentieth strike.
That's when Duke's eyes -snap- open wide.
"What are you doing..." Before Yamazaki can even continue, or do so much as respond, Duke's right arm snaps -out- in an almost unseen blur. In an instant, that large, dark hand grips onto something.
Which is about the time Yamazaki will feel an 8-Ball shattering across his skull.
"You. Can't. BEAT. ME! GRAAAAAAGH!!" Thrusting that eight-ball forward with such force that it simply powders against Yamazaki's cranium, Duke follows it up by simply -kicking- Yamazaki in the gut to knock him -away-, staggering back and gripping onto the bar counter as blood pours down from all those wounds. And yet... he doesn't really look pained. Just annoyed, as he staggers forward, stepping past Billy as he moves for the door.
"You... owe me a damn drink, Kane..." And with that... he's gone.
COMBATSYS: Duke has ended the fight here.
Log created on 15:25:54 10/04/2007 by Birdie, and last modified on 00:37:36 10/05/2007.