Description: [Arika vs. Vyle] The Suiryuu is being invaded and yet people are being told to fight... each other? No one ever said ninjas were sane. Up in the ballroom a war is waging between the Suiryuu crew and the invaders. Gunfire and smoke fill the air, and Arika and Vyle are being told to fight. [Draw Match]
So....things are not going so well. Another invasion, gunfire, mayhem, destruction, chaos...should anyone be surprised at this point really? Probably not, but it's still annoying, especiallly when the geniuses behind this sadistic little game end up forcing the remaining competitors to go on their merry little business, i.e. beating the crap out of each other instead of the people pointing guns at them.
It's probably good that they have a reprieve from being forced to fight them though...at least, it is for Vyle. Having run into a raging bull by the name of Brian Battler earlier in the ordeal, he's thankfully gotten the time to rest up after being knocked from the superstructure by his Big Bang Tackle. Of course...by the time he sneaks out of his hiding place to make way for his fight again...well, there's reallly no time for rest as he's forced to hide again on the other side of the door as the shootout rages on. Snipers overturned tables as shields, broken glass and smoke...yeah, this is the PERFECT place for a fight. If you're eager to reenact scenes from Apocalypse Now, anyways. "....this crap better be all worth it or I'm breaking that goddamn ninja's neck once I get the chance..."
And the man at the back said
"Everyone attack," and it turned into a ballroom blitz.
And the girl in the corner said
"Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz..."
For once, the punk princess' sentiments actually might match those of her opponent. This whole thing had bloody well be worth it -- she's given up a lot already and she's trying her utmost to actually make it to the fight as requested.
Truthfully, she'd much rather be finding out just -who- is responsible for the current attack against the Suiryuu and keeping in contact with her allies to ensure they've made it off the main deck safely.
An important pit stop had to be made before she raced into the ballroom though. No way she'd be able to fight in that tight, black leather jumpsuit. Ducking into a room, she pulled out some clothing from the military bag she's still carrying and threw on something more comfortable. Nice little metallic black club outfit. Something she's worn before for an SNF battle at the Duck Pond. Not half as easy to maneuver in as her fighting gear, but it's going to have to do for short notice. The mask has been removed and tossed, so has the skull cap. Only two pieces of evidence come up to the ballroom with her -- a headset, through which she murmurs, "Alright, you two, I'm 'eadin' off for a bit..." before actually shutting the headset off and tucking it away -- and a large black military bag which is also carefully shoved into a corner before she pops into the room.
Looks like Arika is about to get her wish. Upon entering the ballroom, she's greeted by the sound of bottles shattering behind the bar. Guns being shot in every which direction and more bodies here than she was expecting. So far as she was aware, this wasn't going to be a spectated match. Through the haze of smoke, she can barely make out her opponent. "Wot the bloody 'ell," she calls out in a forced innocent tone, "we meant to be fightin' in World War bleedin' three?"
One of the waiters notices them and calls out (as he beats an invader with a wine bucket), "WE'VE GOT THIS COVERED, JUST START FIGHTING."
Well...guess that's cue enough. Not that Vyle really likes this in any way. Still....
When the waiter tells them to just start fighting, the wrestler mutters. He can see Arika barely through the smoke as well, stepping out from the door frame just enough to give her a look, before he's forced to duck back after another series of gunfire. "Well....if we gotta go..." With that, he charges at her, running up a wall a couple of steps so he can spring off and fly legs first toward Arika, trying to wrap his legs around the punk princess's neck and fling her....RIGHT INTO THE FRAY!!
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Arika has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Viper's Coil.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Arika
Standing her ground as he runs through the gunfire, the diva winces. If there's this many invaders, the ship's crew is going to need help.
Much as Arika doesn't want to help a cult at all, and as much as she hopes the invaders -sink- the ship, she's got to think of the innocent people on board. Actually, she doesn't. She's got to think about -herself-... but Drake would kill her if he knew she was thinking about just grabbing Eva and Himeko and making a break for it. That would be taking the cowards way out.
Deep blue eyes peer through the haze, trying to judge what Vyle is about to do. Hard to tell, so when he comes at her directly she doesn't bother moving out of the way. "Thought you would've been 'igh-tailin' it outta 'ere..." He seems the type. Legs come flying in at her and she ducks her head tight against her arms. The legs manage to wrap about her arms and fling her a few steps, but she's not going far.
"You 'onestly wanna stay in this mess and fight then?" Probably an instant 'disqualification' if either of them runs off, but she's got to -try-. Much as she doesn't care for this particular wrestler, so far as she knows he's not involved in any of this idiocy. But if that's the way he wants it...
... she's going to oblige. Shooting her right hand out toward him in a quick jab, she ducks her body to the side to avoid a stray bullet. As she rights herself, she slams her left hand forward, aiming a palmheel strike toward his chest. Violet energy flares up around her arm as it extends fully, the chi adding a little more force to the attack should it hit.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Diva Allegro.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Arika
Vyle really doesn't like this crap...but he hates losing just as much, and promises of power, riches, etc., as well as a possibility of ringing Seishirou's neck after this is all done is too much to pass up. In any case, as he bounces off her guarding arms, he snorts, flipping back onto his feet as he glares at her. "If you wanna run, by all means, go off and change your panties and such. Me..." Of course, that's when she attacks again. WHen the palmstrike comes, he brings his hands up..and just in time, the energy flaring into his palms, burning into them...but better them than his stomach. "Nhhh....lets try this again," he snorts, before trying to wrap his arm around Arika's extended one and drop her into an armbar hold.
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Vyle's Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Arika
Yanking her arm back as quickly as she can after he seems to absorb the force of her energy, she smirks. "Please. Seen and fought in worse than this..." Surely, that -must- be an exaggeration, right? Might be in most anyone else's, but in Arika's case, it's the truth. Fighting to take over a communications base in Thailand, beating on a tank with bare hands during the middle of a war... surely that's -got- to be worse than anything going on here!
As a bullet whizzes past her head, she closes her eyes and grits her teeth. Okay, maybe it was just a little worse. Springing toward Vyle, she slams her right fist forward again in a quickly jabbed motion toward his jaw. "Just thought I'd be sportin' and offer you a chance out before you got shot or somethin'..."
COMBATSYS: Vyle endures Arika's Jab Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Arika
The punch flies toward Vyle just as a stray bullet does as well. Deciding on the better of two evils, Vyle leans into the jab, taking it straight in the face just as it comes in, missing the shot thankfully by less than a hair. However, unwilling to let his sacrifice go to waste, Vyle retaliates (or at least tries to), trying to bring his knee up into Arika's gut as he's stuck in close range. And he'd rather not trade punches with Arika mindlessly...
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Arika
Bringing her knee up as his slams in toward her stomach is the only thing saving her from doubling over. Arika might have been able to get out of the way entirely, but with bullets flying everywhere and glass exploding, she's thinking that for now it's just safer to stay close to her opponent and try to avoid everything else that may be sent in their direction. Reaching forward, she attempts to take hold of Vyle's shoulders and offer him the same treatment. Knee ramming upward toward his guy, hoping to force him into a doubled over position, or at least back a few steps so she's got a little breathing room.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Arika
Just as Arika managed to stop his knee with her own, so too does Vyle block her attempted knee strike. Taking the chance, with her leg upraised, Vyle quickly drops to his knees, trying to swing off to Arika's side. Whipping his arm out, he sweeps it forward, snapping for the back of her other leg in hopes of dropping her down onto her back before she can get her footing back down. If he hopes to take advantage of the situation here...he first needs to get the advantage in the exchange.
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Vyle's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Arika
Through the haze, she watches her opponent drop. Recalling that Vyle isn't exactly what one would call a 'Face', she focuses all of her attention on him. As his arm whips out, she hops over it and plants both feet firmly on the floor. A smart quip would be good right about now, but as Arika opens her mouth to spout one out a chair goes flying past.
"Bloody 'ell!"
Dropping herself to the ground to avoid -that-, she rolls behind Vyle and attempts to lock him up in a bit of a sleeper hold. Her arms trying to work their way under his and draw them back as she makes an attempt to lock her hands together behind his head and push his neck forward.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Arika's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Arika
It's good Vyle's still on the ground, as he's able to stay down once the chair flies over, dodging it out right. However, his hesitation allows Arika to take his back and sneak up around him. Thankfully, he's able to wriggle out before she can lock the sleeper in, backing up and staying low to the ground as he glares at her. "Dammit...you're being slippery today," he mutters, staying back for now as he tries to figure out how to tackle her down but good.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Arika
Now where has she heard -that- before? Nearly -exactly- that? What's with the wrestling boys and not liking being gotten away from? Arika actually grins as she hears that, and hops back a step. "Oh admit it," she says as she begins to hop back and forth from right foot to left, "you like it." Still moving from foot to foot, she rolls her shoulders back and pops her head to either side. In an effort to avoid projectiles flying around the room, she draws her arms in close to her body and spins around in a pirouette toward him. As she unfurls, she sends her right foot careening toward his head in a snappy roundhouse kick.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Rhythmic Roundhouse from Arika with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Arika
That's the opening Vyle was looking for.
When the Roundhouse flies toward him, Vyle ducks, quickly snapping his arm over her chest and shoulder as she's still in the middle of her kick. Clasping his other arm around her back, under her shoulder, he lifts her up, about a good 2 feet off the ground....before dropping down onto his butt, the arm clasped around her front grabbing her head and driving her chin directly into his shoulder with a jarring impact. That should send her reeling, and give him the opening he knees to use all this mayhem around them to good use.
Arika isn't certain what's more surprising. That he got up so quickly in order to grapple her up and hoist her, or the move he's performing. There's a good, loud crack that's drowned out by the battle going on around them, as her chin cracks against his shoulder. This time, it's a very good thing she wasn't trying to quip at him or hold a conversation during the fight -- she might have bitten clear through her tongue had that been the case. Jarring though the impact was, it doesn't -really- send her reeling. Giving her head a bit of a shake, she pops up to her feet and swings a right hook toward his cheek.
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Vyle with Medium Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Arika
This time, the punch smashes right into Vyle's cheek...and he's not ready for it. His head reels around, sending him spinning almost. Hissing as he gets his head together again, Vyle drives in right toward Arika. No finesse or trickery here. He's just trying to tackle her directly into the line of fire here and get her into the mix. Simple-minded...but hopefully effective.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Arika
Problem with this is that it's not entirely well thought out. Arika gets knocked back to the floor, but she doesn't slide very far before hitting the leg of the overturned pool table. Hurts, but she reaches back and uses it to lever herself back to her feet. Climbing atop it, she calls down to the soldiers, "I don't know wot side you're fightin' for, but you wanna try to keep the shootin' to the other side of the room?"
Which of course gets her a LOOK.
Shoulders shrug and diva leaps off the pool table, trying to drive a fist into the top of Vyle's head as she lands beside him.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Jab Punch.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Arika
Growling as Arika manages to avoid serious damage from the tackle by vaulting from the pool table, the wrestler sneers, unable to hear her over the gunfire. Instead, he looks over, trying to keep himself prepared despite being in the middle of crossfire. When she leaps to slam a fist into his head, he brings his arms up, stopping the blow cold. Responding in kind, he snaps out an elbow, trying to smash her in the face with it and send her flying back toward the pool table as well. Meanwhile, a red dot sweeps across them, as if trying to pick a target between the two.
COMBATSYS: Arika counters Quick Punch from Vyle with Diva Allegro.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Arika
Not. Her. Face.
Had the elbow been directed toward her chest or stomach, the punk princess might not have reacted so quickly. Seeing it attempting to smash her nose, she twists a little and uses her right hand to jab his arm away from her. Arika's eyes narrow, and a very unpleasant look crosses her face for a moment, but then it snaps back to being almost stoic. That's when she lashes out with her left hand. Same as before, a bright violet energy flares up around her hand, enveloping it. Hitting Vyle in the chest with a palmheel strike, she shoves him back a little, using the burst of energy to give it more force.
The red dot? It goes completely ignored.
Oh yeah...that hurt.
Feeling that energy flaring punch slam into his chest, Vyle's forced to drop back, choking on his own breath as he stumbles, eyes wide. That didn't work at all. THe red dot is overlooked as it seems unable, or perhaps unwilling to fire on the two for now as the fire keeps coming at the two keep moving. However, Vyle's not moving for long, forced to back off and get his breath back into his lungs, defiantly glaring toward Arika.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Arika
What's this? He's backing off? Arika coughs a little, the smoky haze of gunfire starting to get to her. Wiping her brow, she keeps her eyes on Vyle, obviously aware that at any moment he could be assailing her with some of those Heel tactics he's known for. Attempting to close the distance between them once more, she hops forward and shoots out a fast snap-kick toward his chin. Theoretically, she -should- stop and catch her breath, but she wants to try to end this quickly so she can go and find 'The Paper' and 'Ishmael'.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Light Kick from Arika with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Arika
Arika should have learned from the past fight, and this fight, that when Vyle backs off, he's got something in mind...and it usually means drilling the crap out of you right when you attack. Unfortunately for her, that's exactly what he does. When she shoots the snapping kick toward his head, he quickly twists his whole body, and suddenly his head isn't there anymore to be kicked. But Arika's head...yeah, that's still there, and that's what gets clipped instead by the luchadore, a spinning back kick sending her into the air toward the ceiling. As she flies up, Vyle quickly leaps up after her, one arm wrapping around her head, the other tucking under a knee as he twists her upside down as they both fall back. Finally, they drop, Vyle drilling her head first into the floor just behind the pool table with a Northern Lights Bomb.
Sent up into the air, hands set to her head and begin to rub it. Wasn't her face, but it still hurt. However, the remainder of the pain comes when she's dropped onto the top of her head near the pool table. Suddenly, the punk princess is quite happy she doesn't attempt to fight in skirts very often (or at all). No fanservice here!
This actually -does- daze Arika for a bit, and it takes her a moment to refocus her eyes. Once she does, she pops up onto the edge of the pool table and tries to catch him in the neck with her legs. From there, she means to twist him to the side and into one of the extended legs of the pool table and drop herself back behind with the soldiers for cover.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Arika
The legs catch Vyle as he's pulling himself up from the massive slam. She may have caught the worst, but he's still a byt dazed himself from the drop. It leaves enough of an opening for her to exploit. However, he's able to keep his footing and toss her off him before she can head scissor him into one of the table legs. Still, his neck's a bit wrenched. "Nghhh...bitch..." he mutters, trying to trap one of her legs between both his ankles and twist it in a strange sort of heel hold.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Fast Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Arika
Before she's able to make her getaway behind the pool table, Vyle's got her legs trapped. As he begins to twist, Arika twists her legs in the opposite direction and manages to break them free. Finally, the diva just drops back where she intended in the first place. Right into the lap of a VERY surprised soldier.
"Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to do -that-." She'd blush, but she really sees no point in doing so. He gets back to shooting, and she gets back to trying to catch her breath. That hadn't been the plan at all, but with everything else going on aboard the Suiryuu right now, getting knocked into a stray bullet by an angered wrestler isn't really something she wants to be doing.
COMBATSYS: Arika gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Arika
Vyle grits his teeth as Arika manages to escape from his leg lock before he can really do any damage. Growling, he starts after her, paying no mind to the fact that she's currently in the lap of a surprised soldier. He doesn't care right now. HIs mind is on 'Win', and nothing else. Of course, good for Arika, she manages to get out of the soldier's lap to catch her breath. Good for the soldier too, since he gets spared from the charge of a rather angry looking Vyle. In any case, Vyle leaps up at the resting Arika, trying to snap a boot to the side of her head, enzuigiri-style.
COMBATSYS: Arika counters Light Kick from Vyle with Dominant Diva.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Arika
One thing can be said for the punk princess -- even when attempting to catch her breath, she's pretty much aware of what's going on around her. Plenty of reasons for this, but the only important one at the moment is that they are in the middle of a veritable war zone and either side could turn on them at any moment.
It sometimes pays to be wholly untrusting.
Regardless, when Vyle leaps toward her she's already preparing to draw back up to her feet. The boot that comes toward her head is ducked under as she tries to twist in behind him. As his leg comes down toward the ground, she locks her right leg around his body at the same time she yanks him back toward her by wrapping her arm around his neck. Left arm still free, she forms her hand into a stiff claw shape and then uses it to grab hold of his stomach and force him down to the ground on his side.
Really, Vyle should have known. He pulled the same thing already after all. Instead of him getting a kick into her head, she manages to lock her leg around and slam him down from the air, stomach clutched and neck wrenched as he's dropped down to the ground. "NGhhhh....sunuva..." he grunts, forced to roll back again. Hissing, he stumbles back again, dropping low to avoid the high fire as he's again forced to get his breath back again.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Arika
Oh, well... since he's planning on staying low, Arika follows suit. He may be attempting to catch his breath again, but this time she might actually be able to keep him down. Dropping down onto her side, she kicks her feet out toward his face, trying to catch him off his guard. At the same time, she lifts up a stray billiards ball that's been kicked toward them and wraps her hand around it tightly. Might come in handy in just a moment...
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Vyle with Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Arika
This time, Arika manages just that, the kick striking him straight in the face. "NGhhh...." Gritting his teeth, Vyle turns about from the kick...and spins once, before unleashing a noxious spray of green right toward Arika's face from his mouth, trying to spray it directly into her eyes and perhaps blind her JUST a little bit.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Arika
Arms immediately close in around her face as the green spray is shot out toward her eyes. Though the arms block the majority of the noxious spit, a few drops get in her eyes and actually cause them to water up and burn. With the billiard ball still in hand, Arika clenches her fist around it tightly. Swinging the hand out, she attempts to crash both fist and ball against the side of Vyle's head. Not very technical or graceful, but her eyes are stinging and she needs to get rid of the ball and rub them so she can focus on the fight again.
Blind fighting is not something she's done before.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Medium Punch from Arika with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Arika
Well, that sucked. A lot.
Counting on Arika's blindness to affect her aim and make it easier to exploit her next attack....Vyle instead gets cracked in the side of the head with a pool ball, the hard object smashing into his temple as he tries to reach in and slam Arika down again. He's seriously reeling at this point...it might not be long now...
Hands come up to rub at her eyes. Squeezing them shut tightly after this, she attempts to tear out the remaining sting and find her opponent again. Deep blue eyes lock onto him through the remaining haze, and Arika is having a hard time deciding what to do. If she manages to survive this fight and -win- does she drag him out with her, or leave him here to be tended to by ship's personnel? Eh. That remains to be seen, since while he looks like he's reeling, he's likely got another trick or two up his sleeve. Whirling around, she sends another kick toward his head, possibly hoping to knock him loopy.
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Vyle with Light Kick.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Arika
Alas, Vyle gets kicked in the head AGAIN, as he's still left reeling from the first smash into the side of his head. Feeling his brain swimming, he single-mindedly makes after Arika with one last final stroke, trying to grab her head on the pass, swing around with his momentum, and drive her down onto the top of her head. One last ditch effort.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Arika
COMBATSYS: Arika counters Strong Throw from Vyle with Diva Attaca.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Arika
Head grabbed, and his body swinging around, Arika decides to turn things around in her favor. Before he's able to drive her down to the ground, she locks an arm around his throat. A basic strangle-hold, really, but she begins to crush her arm in against him in order to compress upon his upper airway. In order to apply more pressure to the hold, she yanks backward on his body and presses her knee up into his back keeping a steady pressure upon it.
Well, this just isn't going Vyle's way. Caught in a strangle hold, he wakes up a bit...but only for more pain as his carteroid artery is closed off by Arika's arm. He manages to fight out of it before she can totally cinch it in, but the damage is done, Vyle left to scramble off for shelter again it seems.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Arika
He's... catching his breath again? Arika supposes it's a necessary thing after she was just trying to choke him to death, but come -on-. This can't be the same guy that fought her on the bus on the way here! The diva furrows her brow slightly and gives him an odd look. Then she rushes in with a quick swipe to the side of his head, hoping he's still dazed from before.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Arika's Jab Punch.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Arika
It's the same guy...just on the wrong day it seems. Vyle seems ragged here, and outmatched somehow. Still, he seems all to give up here, as he puts up a bare defense to stop the snap to his temple, if only out of instinct. Grunting painedly, he whips out an elbow to Arika's gut, trying to stun her long enough to get something going again.
COMBATSYS: Arika auto-guards Vyle's Quick Punch!
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Arika
Watching the elbow come toward her stomach, the diva shifts her body with it to avoid being hit. Dropping her hands to the ground, she bridges herself and then kicks her legs over until she's standing again. Could have attempted to kick him, but instead she sends out another punch to the side of his skull. A quick jab. Delving into her energy reserves yet -again-, she watches the violet energy form around her left hand as she sends out another palmheel strike, this time aiming for his face. Sure, it's not very nice, but no one ever said she had to be nice -all- the time.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Diva Allegro from Arika with Relapse.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Arika
That may have been a fatal mistake.
It's enough, anyways, that the luchadore sees it coming, having had three repeated attacks toward his temple. This time, he twists down, and sure enough, he connects with that vicious back spin kick to Arika's chin. However, unable to pull out the leap up after Arika, he instead waits for her to come down...before grabbing her legs out of the air and swinging her into the point of one of the pool table legs, looking as if he just used up all his last strength with that fling.
Chin hit and flying she goes again. Oof. Doesn't help that he's swinging her like a bat into the leg of the pool table. With the wind knocked out of her, the diva hits the floor. Gasping for air, she curls up into a ball. For a moment, it looks like she's going to regurgitate whatever it is they were serving for dinner earlier.
Ugh.
Arika isn't going to let this stop her though. Pushing up to her feet, she staggers a few steps. Inhaling deeply, she makes a strangled sound as she rushes toward her opponent and attempts to tackle him into the grand piano. If she's going to go out, she's going to do it in a musically inclined fashion!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Arika's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Arika
Vyle drops down at Arika's blind charge, eager to get out of her way. Falling nearby a discarded clip as the gunfire rages on, he hastily tosses it toward her head, if only for a stalling tactic.
COMBATSYS: Arika blocks Vyle's Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Arika
Having stopped herself from ramming into the piano, she sneers. The gun clip cracks against her arm as Arika begins to move toward Vyle once more. "Still... don't get it... do you?" Shaking her head she begins to circle him as best she can in the riot that's going on in the ballroom. "Ain't really surprised though..." Spinning around him, she checks her elbow up toward his stomach, hoping to knock him back away from her now.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Jab Punch from Arika with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Arika
Vyle is jacked in the stomach by the elbow, despite his best attempts to snap a last ditch attack on Arika. Instead, he's left on the ground, grunting in pain and looking all but beaten here...
He's finally on the ground. Arika thinks that this is going to be the end. Now, she could end things with a pretty little bang and leave the soldiers and invaders all dazzled, but instead she moves in toward him. Since he's not standing, things are going to be a little bit difficult. Nudging him over onto his side, she kneels down beside him and tries to force her knee into his back while grabbing his stomach with a clawed hand and twisting it as hard as she can manage in the hopes of keeping him down.
COMBATSYS: Arika successfully hits Vyle with Dominant Diva.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Arika
Alas, it seems like the end is here. Vyle just can't put up a fight enough to stop Arika from putting on the hold. THe same wrenchin pain in his stomach, etc. Last ditch adrenaline keeps him alive, though, if only to try and fling her oover onto her head with one last twist of his body.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Arika with Medium Throw.
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Arika 0/-------/-----==|
Whump. Arika hits her head upon the ground and tries to roll away from any fallen chairs or glass shrapnel. Holding her head with both hands, she forces herself up to her feet and places a hand on the edge of the grand piano. Pained as she is, she can't let herself succumb to it yet. She's got to make sure he's down and out and then go find Eva and Hime. She can't leave them alone when all Hell is breaking loose on board...
COMBATSYS: Arika takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Arika can no longer fight.
Vyle is left there, barely conscious and alive, thankfully. But even then...he's not going to be doing anything for a while...except maybe crawl for cover best he can.
Oh yeah, it was electric, so frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving, 'cause they all stopped breathing...
Log created on 21:06:37 10/04/2007 by Arika, and last modified on 21:59:29 10/05/2007.