Description: The Shooting Stars! Or at least two of them, are doing good stuff in Metro City! But unfortunately there seems to be a little problem! Alright, a big problem, and it's name is SURGE. WATCH THE FORCES OF EVIL AND GOOD COLLIDE.
METRO CITY, DOWNTOWN. Definitely not 2 am.
But Mignon is totally in the area. Because she had done all her fights like Drake had said, had joined the group that Drake was the head of, or at least person who seemed to be the head, and gotten better!
At least she thinks so.
And returning back to Downtown, Mignon's happy and pleased as punch! Skipping along the roads, Mignon is just randomly heading in the opposite direction that she and Drake had came in. Or, simpler, forwards~! "Teeediddley deee~, a hop a skip a jump a leap, Mignon won't be louder than a peep~!" Even if she just WAS, Mignon completely may have given away the entire point of being here!
Even if, really, Mignon's not expecting anything to turn up, she's still LOOKING. And Mignon is perfectly good bait! I mean, who WOULDN'T want to deal with her? She's a peace loving annoying little girl as cute as a button!
"Y'know Drake, I'm not sure anyone might be here! Maybe they heard we were back! Heehee." She stops and spins around on the sidewalk, to face him.
Drake follows along a few paces behind the bouncy pink-haired girl, hands stuffed into the pockets of his trench coat and shades tucked away into some inner pocket. Man, she's hyper. Like, crazy hyper. If nothing else, she'll attract -some- kind of attention from the people slinking around. Not that there are many out at this time, though.
Hearing her little jingle of sorts, Drake heaves a soft sigh. He opens his mouth to comment, even lifting an index finger.. but he thinks better of it, and just reverts to how he was before: following along behind her and giving her a semi-weirded out look.
When she pauses and spins around to face him, Drake's head cocks slightly. "Could be," he replies with a light, pleasant smile. "You're a Star now, after all. Bad enough having to deal with one." It's morale. It's good. "But keep on your toes all the same, okay? The trick to doing this kind'a thing is accomplishing your goal -without- getting sent to the hospital."
Metro City. While not 2 am, it's certainly not bright daylight out in the bustling downtown. Such wouldn't be condusive to what Drake and Mignon are likely trying to accomplish here. After all, you don't try to track down criminals during the day, nor do you attempt to do so in plain sight. The sun has long since dipped over the horizon, stars shining beyond the dim haze of clouds that grow thicker and thicker as time goes on. It's quiet, it's peaceful. After all, this is -downtown- Metro. No one ever dares wander into this part of the city with ill intent.
At least... that's what used to be the case. Nowadays it's a slightly different scenario. Still, as Mignon and Drake wander ever closer to the slums, the city streets are peacefully serene. Quiet, even, without even the barest hints of activity beyond the mundane. It would seem that endeavoring to travel and search for crime here of all places would be a waste of effort.
Yet, as time drags on, and as Drake and Mignon have their short chat, another form approaches from the south, travelling in the opposite direction of them. Tall, almost deathly thin, with a wide-brimmed hat obscuring the majority of his features. The jacket he wears though, while modified, is unmistakable: the Hellraiser's signature jacket. His hands shoved into his pocket, the man meanders at a calm, leisurely pace, whistling as he goes. It's someone that Mignon will likely recognize. After all... Surge is a rather distinct individual.
He continues walking, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. He has a single-minded goal to carry himself forward, and so lost is he in his own thoughts that he doesn't even pay any heed to Drake, or even seem to recognize Mignon. That single, blue eye stares forward, and his erratic, jittering tune whistles on as spurts of electricity continuously come to life in short-lived jolts that wrap around his body. He says nothing, just whistles as he walks... straight past Mignon and Drake, apparently intent on continuing his trek without so much as a pause or a second glance.
He's enjoying his tune far too much to pay attention to anything else.
"Don't worry Drake. Mignon will stay on her tip tip tippy toes! You can count on it!" She nods before turning around again. Skipping once more, Mignon begins to sing as well. "Skip skip skip to my lou~ Skip Skip Skip to my lou~ Skip Skip Skip to my lou, skip to my lou my daarrrlinggg~!" She's happy, her noises, PIKU PIKU, and her voice is hard to mistake as well. And Mignon forgets about everything, problem wise, for a bit. And when her song finishes, happily, Mignon waves to the person passing by them!
And that's when Mignon realizes she knows that person! Her skipping stops into a sort of tripping, and Mignon's breathe is stopped as she gasps. The jacket .. she .. she knows that jacket .. and that tune .. and that shape and that eye and that erraticness and that... AND ESPECIALLY that electricity. And well. Drake? What will Drake know...
Oh, it would perhaps be all he needs to because after Mignon's loss for words, which is a miracle itself, Mignon's on the other side of him, holding him close as she trembles juuuuuuuust a bit. "M-Mi-M-i-MIGNON KNOWS THAT GUY!" She's the master of stealth. The absolute highest pinnacle of such things. Clinging to Drake and SHA-KING-HIM, Mignon certainly will get his attention.
"T-THaT"S HIM THAT'S THAT GUY I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT'S HUM THAT'S HIM!" Shaking him a little less, Mignon lets go of Drake, and in a lower voice, she nods, explaining it completely. "Mignon told you about that guy who sent Mignon to the hospital .. it was Surge.. that's him! Mignon wouldn't forget him, nu-uh....." But the question,. really is, even if Mignon is sure he's there.
Is she ready to FIGHT him again? He's strong .. violent .. and creeeeeepy.
Drake screws up his expression. "Mignon, do you even know what that song is about?," he asks. He's about to give a lesson on British slang, but then some guy is passing by him. He glances across to him, and no sooner does he do that than he realizes there's a sudden, odd silence in the air.
Mignon stopped talking.
Who is this guy, Satan?
And then Mignon makes things entirely clear when she latches to him, shaking, ripping him from his internal musings. Drake looks to the pink-haired girl, then to the street punk, eyes narrowing. "Hey, you!," he shouts, full of what appears to be dramatic, heroic confidence as he thrusts a pointer finger out at Surge. "Stop right there!"
Whistling. That's all he's doing, whistling. He has no real intention of stopping, no attentive glances spared towards Mignon and Drake. They might as well not even exist as far as he's concerned. His whistling pitches higher, and then softer, infrequently breaking and becoming different tunes altogether. Silence fills the air... except for that whistling.
He only comes to a stop as soon as someone calls out to him. To his back, no less. He walks several steps further, and then... he slowly comes to a pause. The whistling dies, fading away to nothing more than silence that settles over the space between himself and the duo. Surge says nothing, staring forward for the longest time. And then... his head turns, that single, far-too intense eye staring directly at Drake.
"... Ooooooooooh...?"
Electricity cracks around Surges shoulders as they slowly roll. A sigh falls from his lips as that visible eye moves towards Mignon, visibly thoughtful. "Oh no, no no no... this won't do. I told you, didn't I, little witch? Don't come try and find me until you get stronger..." Electricity lances out around him in a sudden, violent burst. "And you're not -stronger- yet." Finally, his gaze falls back to Drake. A brow arches. "You don't look special at all," he notes. "Sorry."
It's about the only warning Drake will get before Surge suddenly twists around in a surprisingly -rapid- motion, swinging towards both Drake and Mignon with his right hand extended. As he does, a blade unleashes itself from a compartment attached to the back of his hand -- aiming to cut deep into Drake's chest with that sharp blade, bringing with it a pulsing shock of electrical chi.
"Idon'tfeellikeplaying."
COMBATSYS: Surge has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Surge has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Surge 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Mignon has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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He stopped.
Mignon cringes a bit. He's still creepy. SO CREEPY. Mignon can't do anything about it but the man is just /so creepy/. So when Drake points at the punk, in a DRAMATIC FASHION, Mignon looks on, nodding. And backs up a bit. Because the man is staring at Drake .. but she THINKS it's also to her and Mignon isn't all too happy oh god does he see her?
Yes. He does.
Mignon backs up a bit. "Mignon .. uh .. Mignon is plenty strong! Mignon .. Mignon got a whole lot stronger.. even if Mignon got a bit hurt while doing it .. Mignon is certain Mignon's not as weak as before!" Maybe it's due to control. Or maybe it's just in her head. But Mignon believes, if nothing, she wasn't going to be scared.. she wasn't going to panic .. she wasn't going to make the same mistakes again.. ANNNND Surge would see, simply, that she wasn't done being special.
And that's about when the sharp blade that Mignon has felt personally lunges towards Drake, chi following it. And he's not playing? .. Uh oh .. was he playing before? .. Mignon kicks off of Drake, so that he wouldn't be stuck because of her, and lands to the side of him, with a PIKU. "Mignon won't let you hurt anyone else...!" And, trying something as she had before..
Mignon calls on her magic. "I told you .. Mignon isn't going to ever give up! Even if Mignon has to come again .. and Mignon has Drake too!" But the important part? Is that Mignon goes to start things off ... WITH A SPIN! "Divine wind spirit!" Mignon calls out.. and Surge would remember this! A spiral of air spins about, chi born, straight towards Surge to blow him away!
And launch him back. The wind is pretty rough, and it's enhanced with chi!
She falls back into her ridiculous, legs bent standing position afterwards. With a piku. "Watch out Drake!"
Proooobably a little late.
COMBATSYS: Drake parries Surge's Medium Strike!
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Surge 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Drake
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|-------\-------\0 Mignon
Observing the thug's reaction in itself is a bit informing. He's not afraid of being accosted.. so he must be pretty confident in himself. Not that he can tell precisely everything he's saying.. except he tells -Drake- that he's nothing special. How absurd.
The rushing slash attack brings a smirk to the wrestler's lips, and he ducks low to evade the blade, firstly. But with a quick step, he brings himself up behind his attacker, left hand shoving on the attacking arm to push Surge forward a hint more than he intended - ideally knocking him off balance. Drake's effort pulls him into a graceful spin on his right foot, ending with him facing Surge again.. only landing in a much deeper forward stance on the left leg, both hands rocketing out to deliver a double palmheel strike to his lower back. At the full extension of his arms, Drake's hands ignite in a bright, dazzling explosion of concussive white energy.
"Sorry! We can't all be Special Ed material like yourself!," taunts the model with a smirk.
COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Surge with Windstorm.
Glancing Blow
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|=------\-------\0 Mignon
COMBATSYS: Surge dodges Drake's Whiteout EX.
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|=------\-------\0 Mignon
He... evaded Surge's attack. This, in and the level of -skill- he put forth in the doing, is enough to catch Surge's attention. Turn a passing disinterest into the opposite, and then, into simple -annoyance-. His blade swings past, crackling with electricity. And then, in the blink og an eye, Drake is attempting to unsettle his footing. The shove sends him stumbling, just as soon as Mignon begins her assault with that rising spiral of chi-laden winds.
He smiles.
"No good, NO GOOD," is shrieked out as Surge begins to move faster than any normal person should. Electricity moves behind him, knitting together in crackles and pops of ionized air as he twists in a simple blur of motion, contorting as he leaps into the air. Drake makes that graceful spin, but the time he takes to do -that- lends the Hellraiser more than enough time to leap up and over him, so that when Drake turns to strike... there's simply no one there.
Unfortunately, as he soars, Surge is clipped by Mignon's winds, the chi burning into his side as he lands -directly- behind Drake. He doesn't seem to notice the pain, or care. Instead? He just spins around with a single-minded purpose, seeking to grasp Drake by the back of the head. "Notfastenough, dancing man," his voice sputters out in a sudden burst of excitement. He moved out of the way. That means Surge needs to prove a -point-. Mignon goes ignored for now, as Surge seeks to simply -heft- Drake up with strength his twig-like arm shouldn't possess... and then just -hurl- him to the side, channeling electricity in a sudden, shocking burst to make Drake's sideways fling go that much faster.
With Surge crying out that it's not good .. well, Mignon believes him! And WOAH. Look at him go! Mignon gasps as the man slides out, out of the way of Drake's assault and only being clipped by the winds.. Mignon's at least ready! .. And it looks like Drake isn't. Well.. maybe he is! But Mignon's still got to help him, she can't just ignore Drake! Drake's helping her too!
And so lies the time in which Mignon makes a split decision, which may be on the bad side, to launch herself towards Surge. A quick bounce, one two three, and Mignon is already launching herself at Surge! Piku piku PIKU the lights go, as she flips!
And heads towards Surge. Both of her baubles on her hands leading as she tries to slam them into his back and flip over him! So no matter WHAT Drake does, Mignon won't be in the way! Mignon may be a team player .. or maybe Mignon is just thinking!
No way, it can't be the latter.
"MEOW! HISS!" She exclaims as she tries to slam them in pretty hard!
COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Quick Throw from Surge with Solar Eclipse.
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Surge 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Drake
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|=------\-------\0 Mignon
While the fighters have at it, a young woman can be seen sitting on the curb out of the way yet with a clear view of the fighters. It's none other than Kate Molina, alias Katelynn, one of the newest stars in the fighting circuit and an expert in Shotokan Karate. She holds a small bottle of soda in one hand and a look of excitement on her face.
White explosion.. and nothing? Wha? Did he blow'em away? Drake quirks an eyebrow for just a second as he considers the options, but then the question just gets answered for him. He's suddenly being grabbed, quite surprised by this, and he's.. well.. flung. Not very graceful, at that, along with the electricity searing at him along the way. He lands a fair distance away, tumbling over with a groan.
But then, he's quick to kip up to his feet again, eyes narrowed on the ganger. "Okay, that's not normal..."
COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Surge with Quick Punch.
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Surge 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Drake
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|=------\-------\0 Mignon
Drake dealt with -- at least for the moment -- Surge turns his attention towards Mignon, that bright blue eye focusing on the girl as it twitches back and forth incessantly. "Ridiculous. Ridiculous -ridiculous-. I let you live! You're alive because I let you be!! And you can't even do WHAT I ASKED YOU TO DO?!"
Mignon makes her quick, bouncing rush towards Surge, and moves with speed enough to catch him before he can dart out of the way. She leaps, and he blinks, suddenly introduced to her fists slamming into his back. Sadly... the force isn't all that great; in the end, it sends Surge staggering back once step, and then another... before coming to an ultimate stop, his eye igniting in rage.
"You're going to leave now, or IAMGOINGTOKILLYOU." Spoken so fast that it's likely hard for Mignon to understand, the word -kill- is emphasized enough so that the meaning is clear as day. And it's emphasized even -further- as he blitzes forward, intent on shoving his right, bladed hand forward... and -jab- it into Mignon's shoulder in a quick stab, emphasizing his point with a crackling onrush of electricity, snapping his hand back in rapid succession to prepare for what comes next.
COMBATSYS: Mignon reflects Weapon Jab from Surge with Water Shield.
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Surge 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Drake
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|==-----\-------\0 Mignon
Well. Maybe, Surge. MAYBE. But Mignon certainly refuses to simply take it lying down. "Mignon .. Mignon was let live .. it's true .. but Mignon didn't get to show you everything she can do.. Mignon's not as good by herself .. you just watch what Mignon can do with help! You'll see!" And this, of course, is after Mignon leaps off, landing in a 1 point landing. Staggering a bit as she lands. "Pheeeew.. Mignon almost -"
KILLYOU is heard, and boy is it, Mignon turning around quickly out of reflex. For a bit of time, Surge would see a look of fear and of panic, and much like before as he rushes towards Mignon, the bladed hand erupts forwards, towards Mignon's shoulder in a quick stab. The crackling electricity and his hand, however, never really make it.
Spinning once, Mignon extends a hand upwards. "Water spirit, up~!" And the hand is suddenly onslaughted by a wave of water, erupting upwards all around her like some kind of fountain.. which conducts electricity. Surge's chi electricity. Right back to him.
Flipping out and backwards as the water falls to the ground, She bounces back to her feet with a PIKU. "Mignon ... is scared.. but Mignon won't let you! You hurt someone and Mignon knows you're going to hurt more!" So she stays. Maybe a bad move.
"Mignon!"
Drake's a bit concerned that the girl is going to get lacerated, and rightfully so. She's still just a kid, after all. Even if he took her in as a teammate, he doesn't like the idea of someone her age getting all gored up. As such, Drake begins to dash in behind Surge.
And Mignon totally impresses him. But the recoil from the hit seems ideal moment to follow in. Assisted attacks - the way to go for a team.
So immediately following the water shield's reflection, Drake hops into the air to lock his hands underneath Surge's chin, his knees placing to the man's midback. And he simply falls back, if caught, to land on his back. But the impact is going to smash Surge's back over his knees in a spinebuster.
COMBATSYS: Surge interrupts Medium Throw from Drake with Dementia EX.
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|==-----\-------\0 Mignon
That. Oh, -that-. Surge hates that. He doesn't even know what it is, exactly, as unacquainted to fighting as he is. All he knows is that he -hates- it. That water springs up, intercepting his hasty blow, and what comes next... is, well, surprisingly painful, though more surprising than anything else. The electricity is conducted back into him, jolting his body in a series of spasms that knocks him backwards and away from Mignon in a stumble.
"Oh... that's it," is muttered as Surge comes to a stop, his body hunched over and trembling just as much as his voice. "Stupid, worthless twerpofagirl!! You're not more special than me! I'M SPECIAL! I AM BETTER THAN YOU, THAN BOTH OF YOU, AND I WILL--"
And that's when Drake cuts him off with that rushed leap forward. His neck is grabbed, that knee -jammed- into his back, but before he can do anything more-- "I don't care about you, stop getting in my way. Youareworthless." Drake will find a hand snapping back, pressing against his body... and then he'll find himself twisting along with Surge in a sudden spin.
It's almost casual, how Surge does it. He begins to spin, launching Drake around and releasing him. Winds pick up around the Hellraiser, keeping Drake airborne and swirling around the twister that is Surge as he continues to spin around with blurring rapidity. As Drake rotates, he will be slashed innumerable times with those blades along the face, the shoulders, the torso -- stabbed and slashed repeatedly as -bolts- of chi-born electricity strike him with shocking strength, to fry him as he's stabbed. And just as soon as it begins, it ends -- Surge's rotation stops -violently- as Drake is haphazardly tossed through the air like garbage from the Hellraiser, to land someplace unpleasant as the gangster focuses his attention once more on Mignon. "Spit on my gift... I'll rip out your tongue then...!!"
"Mignon isn't special.. but Mignon's a witch .. so Mignon is special.. and Mignon's more special than you because she has a family and they love her and she loves them!" Mignon nods, still in her little odd motion, knees angled downwards. "Nyaaaah!" She says, extending her tongue. But in the end? It doesn't matter. Because Mignon watches on for only a bit. "Mignon never said she was better though!"
But it's too late, as Drake is grabbed. "DRAKE!" Mignon cries out. "Mignon forgot to mention that!" WELL. She forgot to mention alot of things, apparently, and it seems like Surge is pretty darn good at doing it too, because like her, Drake experiences it. And this time, Mignon, a bit angry, pulls in to herself.. she wants to get revenge on this .. stupid head.. because he's being a meanie to her friend.. AS WELL as carving him up. Running over to where he lands, Mignon makes sure she gets in the way between him and Surge. "Mignon .. won't let you just hurt him anymore either... FIRE!"
Oh, Surge has seen this before. Oh boy has he. But has he seen that fire ball, erupting forwards, move as fast as it does NOW? Probably not. In the same way, Mignon launches a burning ball of fire towards Surge at a much faster rate than before, trying her hardest.
"Mignon won't let you hurt anyone else while she still can!" Which, apparently, includes Drake. Because she's infront of Drake now.
Ah, Hell. Drake can't ever seem to get a break from knives and such, can he? The fighter yelps, likely spattering a bit of blood here and there - not a terribly wonderful thing to spectate, really. No, this is not a sporting event. This is an actual fight. And when Drake rolls over, he doesn't just kip up this time. He still rises.. it's just a bit slower now, teeth gritted. A faint, reassuring smile is cast to Mignon before he shoots a glare towards Surge. "Wuss..," he hisses.
And what with Mignon firing off her attack, which takes him a little by surprise, Drake decides to supplement it by rushing in as well. Though this time, the attack is much simpler. He dives low to the ground, sliding feet-first towards his target. And the moment he's in range, his legs scissor out, then hook inwards, attempting to catch Surge's legs and drop him to the ground face-first.
COMBATSYS: Surge blocks Mignon's Fire Ball EX.
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|==-----\-------\0 Mignon
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Surge with Fast Throw.
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|==-----\-------\0 Mignon
Eyes lifting in a slow stare towards the sky, for a moment Surge seems detached from everything else -- as if preparing himself. Mignon may as well be talking to a wall, because the most of a reaction she gets is a twitch of lips. There's nothing as Drake begins his slow stand, and she makes her brave declarations. Instead... he takes a grip on his hat, and slowly pulls it off, letting his features and all those piercings be fully seen.
"Aaaah..." he sighs. And gradually... he smiles.
"Alright then," he muses to himself as fiery chi engulfs Mignon's hand in a large, spherical form. "I guess I can spare some time... to play a game with you two." As he speaks, that churning inferno of chi burns through the air, soaring towards the Hellraiser at faster speeds than they had before. Yet, he doesn't even look at it as he lifts a hand and then simply -SNAPS- it downward in a broad sweep, blade and gaunt arm tearing through the fiery mass and dispersing it all with the briefest of burning sensations. "So let's have fun, okaaaaaaay?!"
It is just as he says this that Drake rushes forward. Those scissoring legs strike true, taking him straight off his feet and introducing him to the ground in a swift thud... that seems to do little more than make him laugh. "HeheheehehehehehAAHAHeheh!! You're a funny little boy, aren'tyou!?" As he speaks, his hands plant into the ground, and with nothing more than his upperbody strength, Surge LAUNCHES into the air, soaring easily above the two of them and twisting. His hands cross in an 'X' in front of him before snapping -out- in a wide sweep, releasing with the action a large volley of small, spherical bursts of electrical chi, shrieking through the skies and cutting downwards in a wide spray -- seeking to pepper both Drake and Mignon in a series of painful, shocking bursts. "C'MONC'MONC'MON!!"
COMBATSYS: Mignon dodges Surge's Crazed.
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It seems, for some reason, that Surge can just not get a bead on Mignon. Or at least, strike her. If anything, Surge might, very well soon, get angry at her. More so than usual. Because as Mignon watches as he just rips the fireball out of the air.. she certainly has incentive to believe that what's going to happen is not good at all.
Not good. Not at all.
"Mignon doesn't know if she wants to play your kind of game..." Mignon responds, but you know, he's probably not listening. "But Mignon will have to play it anyways!" And in one of her rather more acrobatic acts that she's ever had to do .. Mignon watches as a large volley of spherical bursts of electric chi launch down to pepper her and Drake.. and since Drake's so up there, she'll have to keep up. Well. More than keep up.
Spinning out of the way of a few, on her heels, Mignon flips over a few others, landing on her hands and then pushing off over a few more. Her showy attire certainly helps with how she's reacting .. to make Surge madder, that is.
"Mignon will play your game, even if Mignon doesn't think it's fun. Mignon has to do that .. because then Mignon will one day overcome people like you and make the world a more peaceful place but that means Mignon has to take care of you, okayyyy?" Mignon kneads her hands together for a second, tilting her hand and smiling wide.
Before kicking off, baubles first, attempting to slam her hands, hard, into Surge from below and almost pounce him to the ground!
She'll, probably, be eating cement .. but she goes anyways!
COMBATSYS: Surge successfully hits Drake with Crazed.
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Mignon had the good fortune to start a distance away from Surge. Drake, however, was not quite so favored. He's in the midst of pushing himself back up to his feet when there's a bolt of electricity rather suddenly piercing through him. Then another. And another. And.. well.. it just keeps coming, rather pinning him to the ground painfully. Hell, after the onslaught, Drake is literally smouldering from the barrage.
But does this mean he stays down? Absolutely not. He may be making an incredibly poor showing of himself, but he's not going to -stay- this way. He's determined not to. Let -another- gangster get away? Not gonna happen.
So Drake crawls away a short distance, limbs shuddering mildly in just having to support his weight at this point, but he pushes himself to his feet regardless. And he backs away a little more. This fight is going to require a little finesse, apparently. So the Star leader fixates his eyes on Surge intently, studying his movements, attempting to pick out a pattern - even if obscure.
COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.
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|==-----\-------\0 Mignon
COMBATSYS: Surge dodges Mignon's Strong Punch.
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|==-----\-------\0 Mignon
Trying to find a method to the madness likely isn't going to go so well for Drake, but the model wrestler can certainly give it his best shot. Those small bursts of electricity do their dirty work on the young man, striking him over and over with painful chi. Mignon, though...?
As Surge lands, he notes the girl is... not where she used to be. And -not- harmed by his assault. His eyes narrow as she flips out of the way, teeth gritting in a way that suggests nothing pleasant. "Ooohhh nonono..." he murmurs, cracking his neck in a slow, unnerving roll. "This isn't how you play the game. You don't understand the rules, do you..." he seems to be speaking to himself here, his hands clenching as Mignon kicks off towards him. Off in his own world, he seems to be a sitting duck for the girl--
--Until, at the last moment, he moves. -Fast-. -Bursting- to the side as she attempts to pounce, the would-be 'witch' is, indeed, introduced to the cement. As she falls, Surge twists around in an awkwardly effective spin, maneuvering out of the way of Mignon's assault before his right hand rears backwards, the metal of his blade glinting in the moonlight. "It's okay," he reassures. His arm thrusts down.
"I'll teach you how the game works."
And in one, rapid motion, he seeks to impale Mignon through the right leg with his blade, bringing with it that painful, conductive -shock- of electricity.
COMBATSYS: Surge successfully hits Mignon with Medium Strike.
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As Mignon flies through the air! ... She unfortunately watches as the man doesn't like her rendition of super woman and she ends up flying past Surge. "Eek!" Mignon calls out, before she flails towards the ground, arms and legs flailing a bit. And she's falling down .. but it looks like Surge is following, spinning and almost passing her! But he doesn't.
Instead, he waits for her to pass by. Because Mignon forgot alll about those mean blades that Surge has.
The blade, rather easily, finds it's way against and into the leg that he aimed for, and with a nice light spray of blood, Mignon cries out. "AIEEEEE! Ow ow ow!" Mignon screaming a bit from the first strike.. not being chi, no. Instead. Being the blades. The electricity finally gets to her as well, and as she falls to the ground, she lands .. badly. Her leg was stabbed through remember, and she collapses instead of plain landing.
Groaning a bit, Mignon forces herself to her feet. "Mignon .. hah... isn't sure she wants to play this game .. anymore..." And Oh, OH. Sure might remember this move though! Because when she rolls back to her feet.. wincing from the pain that Mignon gains as she puts her light weight on it .. she spins towards Surge, baubles slamming towards his head as Mignon spins on her heels .. afterwards, though.. she's going to be dizzy.
"Loop de loop!" She cries out .. even if she has a nice trail of blood down her leg now.
Drake blanches upon seeing his newest and youngest teammate get stabbed. That's about the last thing he was hoping for in this encounter. This guy had best have some good information for him after all is done.
But seeing Mignon get sliced up, jolted, and lord knows whatever else... it spurs Drake into action. He's suddenly springing forward, relying on Surge to be distracted with his current situation with the small girl. And without warning, Drake just grabs for the man's shoulders. Firmly. "Hey!," he growls. "Don't go cutting up on my team!" And with that, he attempts to just double Surge over to lock his neck between his legs and hoist him up into piledrive position...
COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Surge with Defoliation.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Surge blocks Drake's Total Eclipse.
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And with him hoisted upright, Drake's arms around Surge's midsection, he begins to crush. Hard. It's an inverted bearhug, crushing with enough force to crack ribs.. or so Drake hopes. But this lasts only a few seconds before Drake leaps into the air with his prey, pulling into a series of forward flips that rapidly pick up speed. By the time the two are descending, they've blurred together into one single opaque swirl of motion.
...Right up until the blur comes to a shattering halt, Drake driving the full momentum and their combined bodyweights against Surge's head. Or at least, that's the idea. Either way, Drake leaps back from Surge afterwards, glaring at the ganger.
Oh, -that- attack. Surge -hates- that attack. He remembers it well from the first time he met Mignon. That spinning strike. But rather than try to accept the full force of it like he did the last time, this time... he errs on the side of caution. Legs tensing, he attempts to just -leap- out of the way.
But to no avail. Instead, Mignon crashes into, striking him over and over with those spinning and flailing fists. It knocks him back and -away- from her as blood slowly begins to ooze from the corner of his mouth. His visible eye narrows, his hands tightening into fists as the leather creaks against his fingers. "Stupid RIDICULOUSLITTLEGIRL!!" It would appear that he has even more to rant about, but before he can... Drake interrupts once again.
It would seem, with Drake's speedy lash outwards, that he successfully gets the Hellraiser in his attack. Yet, something is amiss. Even as Drake begins to crush with those arms and legs, Surge... laughs. Loudly. "SILLY, SILLY KID! You'reVERYfunny!!" He's really laughing, long and hard at Drake, seemingly genuinely amused instead of just mocking -- which might make it even worse. As Drake leaps up and begins to spin, Surge is already twisting, his thin, flexible body maneuvering so that his arms are jutted out as they descend. With the BOOM of impact, concrete shatters, and Drake leaps back...
... but Surge is still laughing.
"HahahaHEEHEEHEEH!! What was that...?" Bloody and bruised, Surge lifts from the ground, spitting blood to the side. Electricity crackles around him. He looks at Drake, and smiles like a child amused by something absurd. "You're hilarious! It's too bad, then... that I have to kill you."
Within an instant, Surge leaps, breaking through the air at superhuman speeds. As he ascends, he inverts completely, his arms tensing together. And as he soars over Drake... he LASHES out, sweeping his arms out in a wide arch to SLASH into the model's chest in deep gauges, bringing with them the sudden and -unpleasant- surge of electricity. "Hahahahahaha!!"
Mignon's gambit paid off! And .. how. Mignon spins around, hitting Surge a few times and then launching him away AGAIN. It's pretty amazing how it works.. again. And to the SAME EFFECT. It's nothing that Mignon expected. "Mignon told you woaahh..Mignon's diiiiizzyyyy~!" She exclaims, stumbling a bit before catching herself. And with Drake being launched at, Mignon's not sure what to think.. and even with the BOOM, causing Mignon to back off, wince, and open her eyes slowly .. why.. why is he still laughing?
Mignon gets to see Surge, bloody and bruised, lift from the ground. And then she hears that he .. has to kill .. DRAKE?! Mignon isn't too happy! "NO! MIGNON DOESN'T WANT THAT!" Mignon yells out, as loud as she can, obviously not too pleased as she runs towards Surge and Drake. She'll never make it, and her wounded leg causes her to stumble.. and at super human speeds, it seems that he's soaring over Drake to finish him off... "DRAKE!" She is, in that voice of hers, out of actual words to say in such a situation.
But she's not exactly out of actions. Mignon running towards Surge still, skipping a few steps and then leaping up, and over Drake as well.. planning to, if Drake does little, grab Surge as she passes over him .. and wrench him by the head up, over, and DOWN. "NYAH!" Yes. Cat noises.
Of course, if not.. well, she lands on the ground, in the trash cans, ALONE.
And no one likes a smelly little girl! Especially alone. Those are orphans.
COMBATSYS: Surge successfully hits Drake with Insanity EX.
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And those slashes land, just as Surge intended, causing a sharp yelp from Drake. He staggers back and falls, eyes squeezed shut, twitching mildly from the tremendous pain he's currently enduring.. and the jolts of electricity don't help much, either.
Man, what in the Hell is the matter with his fighting? When it doesn't matter, he fights well. But when it's important... this. He's -faster than this chump-. He's sure of it! But... augh.
It's because of this sheer frustration and disgust with himself that he pushes himself up YET AGAIN.
"Son of a..."
Those intense amethyst eyes zero in on Surge, wherever he's found himself now. His arms pull back slowly, fingers splayed. Energy visibly begins to gather around his hands - a sparkling white energy around the right hand, shimmering black around the left, the motions leaving a trail of vapor.
"Domino!"
The hands suddenly thrust forward, palms outward.
"HELIX!"
And the gathered energy suddenly blasts from his hands in pair of thick, continuous beams, one black, one white. The separate beams intertwine and weave together, forming a double helix of forceful, battering energy. As the blast continues, Drake's arms tremble from the force... until he finally can't sustain it any longer, and he drops to a knee. A few labored breaths later, and he collapses, unconscious.
COMBATSYS: Drake can no longer fight.
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Surge 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Mignon
COMBATSYS: Surge dodges Drake's Domino Helix.
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Surge 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Mignon
COMBATSYS: Surge dodges Mignon's Quick Throw.
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Surge 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Mignon
No good. No good at all. Surge's blades bite in deep, dragging across Drake's torso before ripping out in a brief spray of crimson and a crackle of electricity. Landing several feet from Drake with the -whud- of his legs against the ground, Surge crouches low, taking in a deep breath. Not necessarily from exhaustion... but from all his laughter.
He still looks happy, genuinely amused as he comes to a stand -- just in time to see Drake beginning his last attack. He blinks. He squints. "Ooooh? Is this another joke?", he asks in a most sincere tone, his head tilting. "Moving so slow... you can't ever hitmelikethat." And true to his word, as that energy sputters out, Surge is already -gone-, leaping through the air in a surge of intense speed, lines of arching electricity following him in jagged designs. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Mignon launching at him. He grins.
As soon as Mignon lashes out, Surge is still in motion. His body twists as he runs, letting her slide harmlessly past him to her ill-begottan fate with the trash cans. "Heh. Heheheh..."
As Mignon makes her messy landing, Surge comes to a final stop some distance away. He comes to a staggering halt, his foot SLAMMING into the ground to halt his momentum before he twists and turns to face his last, standing opponent. "Oh no..." he murmurs thoughtfully. "You're all alone now. It's okay." His right hand lifts, palm up until it is straight vertical in the air. His back slowly arches, his spine cracking disgustingly from the act. A small sphere of churning, crackling blue-white chi is nursed in his palm, tiny lances of electricity shooting out of it and striking the ground.
"We can still have fun."
And that's when Surge begins floating. Levitating, if only slightly, off the ground, as that single orb of power begins to generate huge BOLTS of chi-born lightning, lancing out and dragging across the ground in random patterns, exploding through cement and trashcans. A proverbial electrical storm generates from the palm of Surge's hand, as massive crackling arches of electricity ionize the air... and begin to lash out, straight towards Mignon, over and over. "SOMUCHFUN!!"
COMBATSYS: Mignon blocks Surge's Moonstruck.
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Surge 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Mignon
As Mignon crashes past Surge, she slams hard into the trashcans. One could hear them as they clattered about, trash and such covering Mignon, and the lids rolling about like a penny on the ground. Mignon, meanwhile, is smelling not too good.. and now .. much like an orphan. Everything is stained! How horrible!
But, you know, there might be MORE IMPORTANT things to worry about.. Which she does.
But she can't get to. As Mignon raises to her feet, Mignon watches as Drake gives it his all.. and much like Mignon before, ends up on the ground. No.. No. She didn't need to say anything! Mignon didn't need to say a single thing to Drake.. and everything would have been hunky dory! Peachy keen! The man wouldn't have done this to him, nor to her. But she'd be guilty.. well she's guilty NOW too so there's not much of a choice.
"Drake! DRAKE Mignon is coming don't die Drake Mignon will be right there!" Blades.. HURT. And Mignon's been at the other end of his. They hurt.. like a LARGE MAN WITH AN OAR. She can attest to it. Man. That oar. But at the same time, such oars are not thought of. Mignon facing Surge and his creeepy look, glancing at him and shaking her head, backing up once. "Mignon.. Mignon's had enough fun .. really! Mignon is allll out of fun~! So maybe we can go home an-" SOMUCHFUN. Guess there is FUN to be had, isn't there, and Mignon trips back, over a trash can, the massive crackling of electricity, arches, all born from Surge's electrical storm .. Mignon is forced against the wall, electricity licking her hands and baubles, the PIKU noise happening once as she hits the wall and the electricity lances.
Her arms, and body, is fried.. and she smokes slightly, coughing as she gets up. "Hah .. Mignon .. thinks .. she needs a break to play time... soooooooooooooooooooo." WATCH OUT SURGE.
Twirling once, Mignon raises her arm, hand upwards! "Grammy, like you taught me! MAGICALLLLL~" Spinning around once, green sparklies race all over her. "HEALING!" The begin to spiral upwards, as well.. and they'll likely finish before Mignon's assaulted once more.
She made it PRETTY DARN CLEAR to Surge what she's doing, too.
Surge... blinks. And slowly, he stares, -squinting- at Mignon as she manages to weather his storm. His breathing is slightly more ragged than before, slightly more -pained-... but other than that, he displays nothing in the way of fatigue or ill health. Instead, he comes to a full stand as Mignon makes her declaration. His head tilts.
"What?" It's a question that receives its answer shortly after it's asked. As Mignon comes to a stand and raises her arms, his eyes narrow. He's seen something like this before; drastically different, but still... he's -seen- it. And it makes him frown most grievously. "... Stop that." His hands twitch. He stares at those green sparks hatefully, head twisting either way. "Stop that -NOW-." The last word is let loose like a shrieking roar, his voice wavering in that high pitch as his hands snap out to either side of him. He rushes forward, and as he does... he begins to spin.
It all looks a little absurd; as Mignon attempts to mend herself, Surge is blazing forward -while spinning-, making for one of the more awkward poses he's made thus far -- which is saying something. He approaches with rapid speed, intent on sweeping Mignon UP with the smash of one bladed hand against her chest. Instantly, she'd be swept up into that all-too familiar vortex, stabbed and struck over and over again as electricity snaps and crackles all over her body in debilitating bolts, before it all comes to a violent STOP, sending him to a sudden halt as Mignon will -- if all goes well -- go flying far and away.
COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Mignon with Magical Healing.
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COMBATSYS: Mignon endures Surge's Dementia.
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Surge 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Mignon
AS the sparklies finally stop, Mignon spins around, smiling. "All better~!" And smiling STRAIGHT towards Surge, Mignon nods. "Mhmm.. Mignon's stopped it! It's done!" She's grinning and everything. And the shrieking roar kind of overcomes her little happy chirp of obviousness. Because HERE COMES THE SPINNING SURGE.
And Mignon, oddly enough, feeling 'ALL BETTER~', decides, apparently, she does not want to feel all better. And as the blade storm, of electricity and sharp, stabbing objects rips into her, Mignon does not sway in it. Her body is swallowed by it, indeed, but she does not move to escape. Her frail body bleeding once more, blood splattering and coating the blades as they pass in and out of her flesh at times.. even areas that were healed.
Mignon saw Drake go down. Mignon is not happy. And this guy. Is being really. Really.. MEAN.
So Mignon, simply, will do what she has to.. which includes wading into blades, when it comes. "Mignon .. is .... NOT GOING TO LET YOU HURT ANYONE ELSE! Mignon will work for peace.." SLASH.. "And happiness..." JOLT JOLT. Her body is, over and over again, attempted to be pulled away by the spinning Surge. But the spinning Surge makes Mignon's assault all the easier.
"LIGHTNING BOLT!" She calls out, grabbing for Surge in a quick grasp.. and she attempts to hold onto him with both hands. His own electrical 'surge' will be fought against by Mignon, her grasp coursing chi into his body. As he begins to spin faster, if she holds on, and faster.
But not of his own will.
Before he's launched at the side of a building, spinning wildly, as Mignon rolls backwards from the strength of the launch .. if Surge isn't fast enough.
COMBATSYS: Surge blocks Mignon's Lightning Bolt EX.
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Surge 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mignon
She takes it. All of it. He knows, he can tell as he continues to spin. She doesn't attempt to stop him, or end the assault, or even get out of the way. She just takes the full fury into her frail body, and uses it to prepare for something. But... for -what-?
The answer comes even as Surge continues to spin, that miniature vortex of power churning lightning in rapidly-fired bolts. Yet, even as he does... Mignon grasps onto him. Shouts out that name. And his single, visible eye widens. "What?! That's MY POWER!! YOUCAN'TTAKEIT!"
But... she does. Grasping onto him, and at the same time, -he- grasps onto -her- arms, holding her at bay as he begins to channel his own chi in a subconscious effort. The effect allows him to subdue most of the effects of her electrical assault. Subdue most of it... but not all.
The final jolt launches Surge backwards, but as he goes, he recovers with that unusual grace of his, thin limbs twisting through the air until he makes his landing, feet-first, against the side of the building. The surface cracks beneath his feet. His eye burns.
"I'LL TAKE IT FROM -YOU- INSTEAD!!"
With one push, Surge FLIES at Mignon, twisting through the air like a corkscrew. His hands jutting out in front of him, he seems intent on slashing at Mignon, over and over, cutting and shocking her simultaneously as he slams against her in that torpedo-like forward thrust. "SHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Mignon endures Surge's Phobia.
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It's a power struggle. It's nothing more, or less. Nothing that the younger witch is used to, that's for sure, and with Surge grasping her, there's nothing else she can do. She gives it her all, and in the end.. she wins out. This time.
Sending Surges backwards, Mignon breathes out. She 'won'. And she expects him to go through the wall. "Mignon .. really .. didn't expect .. it to be .. this .. ..hard?" Her eyes open up in disbelief as the man lands, FEET FIRST, against the side of the building.
Woah.
AND NOW HE WANTS HER POWER. "Mignon didn't use your power.. Mignon's a witch .. Mignon used her own! That she learned from Grammy!" But to argue with the mad man is silly, even if Mignon TRIES. It just won't happen. Even as, well, she tries.
And that's when Mignon watches him come close, and in perhaps a silly act.. x2, the blades slam into Mignon. Blood is .. hard not to notice, Mignon crying out again, but not crying, the blades slashing against her .. but she grasps onto his shoulders. Her last action .. to prepare for this one. "Mr Surge... you're a bad person.. and you harmed my friends... so Mignon is going to ..." raising her eyes, looking up at his one, she smiles wide. "BUH~BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"DIVINE WIND SPIRIT!" The air erupts upwards from where he caught him, spinning, churning, and attempting to tear into him with her chi, and perhaps, launch him away. He's so close.. Mignon's holding him in place, and Surge may find that jolt of power she used before to prevent him from expending any more to prevent it.
Mignon, REALLY, expects this to be over.
She's an optimist!
COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Surge with Windstorm.
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This isn't the way the game is supposed to go. Surge isn't supposed to just -lose- like this. No, no... he's supposed to -win-. That's how the game goes. He has his fun, and everyone -loses- except for him. But, Mignon proves herself to be extraordinarily determined. Even as he strikes her, she is already preparing for something, taking ALL of his blows dead on...
... And unleashing an attack he can't pull himself away from in time. Wind churns around Mignon in a twister of power, and Surge just isn't fast enough to pull away. The blows strike him over, and over, and over, and ultimately he goes BLASTING backwards, flipping through the air before landing a short distance away. He stops. He frowns. He takes in deep, raged breaths, blood dripping from his lips and hands. Said hands tighten into fists, fingernails digging into the leather and dragging violently across his palm. "You two... you two ruined my game..."
Lightning bursts around Surge as his right arm lifts high into the air, blade shining in the light. "YOU'LLPAYFORTHAT!!" Of course, Drake technically already has. But Surge just doesn't have the energy to kill them both like he genuinely -wants- to. Instead, his fist strikes the ground, blade burying deep... before bolts of electrical chi come SCREAMING out of the ground in bursts, churning up the sidewalk as they blast forward in succession... seeking to consume Mignon. But they're slow, predictable -- and a distraction at best. Because, as soon as Mignon deals with them, whatever the result...
... Surge is gone, leaving only a trail of blood in his wake.
COMBATSYS: Surge can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mignon blocks Surge's Lunacy EX.
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As Surge is actually caught in the windstorm, Mignon looks over as he lands.. frowning and taking in deep breathes. It seems almost odd to watch him come to the conclusion that, simply.. they ruined the game for Surge. Mignon's not sure what that means. But she doesn't understand. This time, apparently, he lost.
And that's bad.
As his arms rise into the air, Mignon doesn't have the strength left in her legs to perform any of the tricks that she did earlier. Her body weak, her legs lacerated and a hole, punctured through the right one. Holding up both baubles, and wincing, the blade burying deep before bolts of electrical chi rip out of the ground, and churn up the sidewalk where Mignon is, she holds tight ,body being slammed against a building hard, earning a gasp, her eyes closing ..
And then when she opens them, like a magic act, Surge is gone. But unlike, there's blood. A bloody trail. Mignon's bleeding badly too as well as.. "DRAKE!" Mignon cries out, running over to his body .. which is, apparently, not responding. Shaking him a few times, Mignon, against better judgement, picks the model up and begins to carry him, wounded herself, to the nearest car that will take them to the hospital. Or some kind of medic place..
Mignon can't do it by herself right now. Even if she could .. it'd just be a short burst anyways. She wants to make sure he's alright .. and Surge is forgotten. For the moment.
She never really will.
COMBATSYS: Mignon has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:49:55 10/15/2007 by Mignon, and last modified on 16:29:11 10/16/2007.