Description: Tasked with a good old-fashioned street brawl in Metro City, Jiro and Billy Kane have a tense back and forth battle, while Frei... basically sits around in the background and does nothing useful. (Winner: Billy)
It is one of the big named events in sports entertainment. The crowd was told to clear out of the way as everything was going to be a total slobber knocker.
The streets are about empty, as the people are likely inside a building or at an actual safe distance away from the closed off side walk. People are actually cheering out for the fight to go underway.
A man is reporting the match's ongoing in the normally busy streets. With the path cleared up, it gives the way for the fighters to make their presence known.
Old street fight? Well, why not? Jiro opt to show up in an attire that he appreciated more than anything. Just a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that he has on. This exposes the muscles that the man has developed. Over his shoulder is a leadpipe and on one oother hand is a trash can.
Jiro considers over using his partner to perform Javelin Man.
Jiro misses playing River City Ransom.
Southtown: The [censored]'s turf! (RECORD SCRATCHING NOISE)
Having just returned from a surprising Neo League fight in distant St. Petersburg, Frei is actually looking a little weary as he trundles along behind Jiro. Unlike the Stray Dog (and probably their opponent in this fight), the young monk is not an expert in street fighting. He doesn't have the wardrobe for it, either, and thus is just wearing the typical jeans and qipao shirt combination per normal. However, he was convinced to get a pair of sneakers to replace his usual wooden sandals. Danger of tetanus, and all.
Standing next to Jiro, Frei looks distinctly out of place, especially since he didn't bring weapons. A hand comes up; Frei scratches the side of his head with a single finger, glancing at his teammate. "I guess I can understand the pipe, but was the *trashcan* strictly necessary?" he asks, more curious than accusatory. He's not entirely out of his element -- he is an accomplished bar brawler, believe it or not -- but improvised weapons have never been his style.
Shielding his eyes with one hand, Frei scans the crowd through the bright flood lighting used for an outdoor venue at night. "Where's the other guy, anyway?"
Ah; A relaxing, no-nonsense fight that's down, dirty, and likely to be brutal. This is exactly the kind of venue that Billy would care to savor, and he's already upon the cordoned off section, lingering near the fans cheering at the outskirts. He's got on his cocky smirk, signing autographs and giving smalltalk, already stating which bar he's going to buy drinks for after he wins this ‘cakewalk'. Of course, his voice – likely purposeful – would carry to his competitors themselves. His blue denim outfit, sans shirt, is worn; And the long crimson shaft rests upon one shoulder, other arm hooking over it with the crook of his elbow. Finally he turns once the announcement is made, sauntering towards the pair and giving an almost amused smirk in Frei's direction.
"Hey hey hey! It's the stray mutt! I've heard of you... Man who fought his way up from the gutters and is now... A good gutter fighter, right? And some dog fetish. Sorry, I can't keep track of every wannabe. Speaking of wannabes... Who are you?" Frei is given the latter, and an almost blank stare. But his shoulders rise and fall, twirling his weapon in a rather large displacement of wind, slamming the end upon the sidewalk hard enough to create a spiderweb of cracks. With only a casual exertion. "Well, let's see what you two got..."
Shifting his weapon, he wedges it beneath an adjacent newspaper vendor; The staff arcs, and the sound of straining bolts builds up for just a split second. Before with a sound like a whipcrack, the large steel item is suddenly spiraling through the air with frightful speed, descending right towards... Jiro, it would seem. Trying to hit him like a ton of, well, newspaper and strike him into the ground to get things off to an explosive start!
COMBATSYS: Billy has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Jiro has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Jiro with Large Thrown Object.
Glancing Blow
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It takes moment for Jiro to actually eye Frei as he arrives. Huh, looks like there was a change of partnership. It turns to a shrug a moment later, but Jiro has a grin on his face towards his companion. "Well, the trash can adds a nice motif to what I'm planning to do."
"Beats me." That is to where Billy could be. But that answers their question as the loud Britian comes into the ring with his insults. "Fat Abbot. Shut it." He snarls, then his eyes widen once the news vendor comes his way.
"Damnit!" He is attempting to leap back from the impact, but the bulk of it strikes the side a little, smacking against his arm and shoulders. He is spun around and he flings the trash can out towards the ground. Groaning in pain, Jiro staggers and aims to run towards Billy, aiming to come forth with a quick right hook across his face.
"Ass."
Oh, there he is. Frei takes a moment to drink in the visual tour-de-force that is Billy Kane; in fact, he actually tips a single finger to his nose and cups that elbow with the opposite hand, like a man inspecting a painting in a gallery. Muscular, weird taste in clothes. Very clearly a strong fighter if the way he's swinging that quarterstaff around like it's a chopstick is any indicator. There's a long moment, and then Frei suddenly adds, as if reaching some sort of extended conclusion, "Nice bandana. I feel underdressed for this."
But then a newspaper box flies out of nowhere and wings Jiro in the mush, while the monk looks on with a sort of dazed expression. "I guess that means we're starting?" Looking around for something to fight with per the match's setting, he discovers a parking meter, broken off at the bottom and lying in the street, forlorn. Ducking down, he tries to pick it up... and fails. Frowning, he grits his teeth and, with a mighty heave, slings it into the air. Unbalanced by the sudden shift in weight, he can nothing but stumble forward at speed, with barely a grip, and pivot so he's swinging the stupid thing at Billy's jaw.
Unaccountably, the swinging arc of the improvised two-handed mace suddenly bursts into flame as it whistles through the air. Looks like his instinctive use of chi doesn't just extend to fists and feet after all. "JANE! STOP THIS CRAZY THING!"
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Frei's Fierce Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Billy fails to counter Jab Punch from Jiro with Random Weapon.
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Shifting around, Billy seems almost playful in his motions, obviously not taking the ensuing battle very seriously. Yet, at least. The arduous hefting of the metal instrument is observed with some amusement, as is Jiro's advance after the makeshift missile manages a grazing strike. Unsurprisingly, there's a simple sidestep given as the flaming parking meter descends, and the british bodyguard seems apt to try something interesting. He slams out the end of his staff towards an adjacent parked car, and wrenches it open; It flies towards Jiro, with the obvious intention of slamming into him as he's attempting that lovetap, but he's a bit too slow. All he manages is some collateral damage and broken glass as he's peppered lightly across the chin, whistling lightly as he dances backwards. Twirling around his weapon in a fanciful manner, he brings it around and hovers the very end upon the ground, scarcely an inch as he bobs from foot to foot. "Whew! You were open by a mile, there! Both of you... Not going easy on me, are ya?"
It was a god thing that the parked car did not slam against him. The Former Stray Dog had closed in on the distance and slammed his fist in on Billy, which was satisfying enough. His eyes narrow and he has a faint grin on his lips.
Keep talking, Billy.
Jiro had that trash can falling earlier and he had tossed it out. He sets it upright from where he's at, then he sprints close to Billy to close the distance before he reaches for the blue vest.
"Time to take out the trash." What is he going to do?
He's aiming to swing his arms out to send Billy towards the trash can.
It's not as if Frei was expecting to connect with Billy, of course, but it's interesting to see how he moves. Uncontrolled metallic weight slams into the sidewalk with a loud *CLANG*, fiery improvised weapon cracking the concrete as it falls out of Frei's hands with a clatter. Breathing heavily, Frei stands there for a second collecting himself. "That was fun," he murmurs, though it's not entirely sure he believes that.
Of course, as he stands up, Jiro sprints past him with a trash can... that can't be good. He'll just be here catching his breath, however. "Oh man, did you bring the trash can JUST for that pun?!" he demands of Jiro, taunting him... and knowing that only WAGE will produce the hidden power to fuel the Bradmobile now. "You did, didn't you?! Admit it!"
COMBATSYS: Frei assists Jiro.
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COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Jiro's Quick Throw.
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'It wasn't even a good pun..." Billy comments wryly; although he's wrenched, one booted foot impacts the can, and sends it spiraling into the sunset. It hits a second story window, shattering it in a cacophony of rebounding steel. So far, the damage element is being done just as anticipated. "And I like to think I've got a good sense of humor! Now... c'mere!" He whirls around his weapon with sudden speed, trying to spiral the end and catch Frei upon the back of the head; Only to /whip/ with sudden inertia. The intent is to force him into unwanted motion before he can duck or otherwise extricate himself, straight through the windshield of the car that now has a broken door. Although there's an eerie finesse to the motion, one might find it to be amongst the more uncomfortable possibilities in such a fight. He's laughing, although on what level he's enjoying the fight is hard to place...
After throwing Billy towards the trashcan, Jiro looks back at Frei with a, "Maybe!" He stares as Billy kicks the can off towards the second story window. "God damnit. That was my favorite trash can too." He grumbles, then he shrugs and he winces as he can see that Billy is focusing on Frei now.
See, Jiro is going to make -SURE- Billy has his fill of pain. So, Jiro approaches the nearest car, then he winds his fist back with a tighten cast.
"SEI!" His right foot winds back, preparing to put a lot of strength into the casting as he prepares to make a powerful impact.
"DO!"
He slams the fist straight into the vehicle, sending it flying towards Billy's direction.
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Billy with Medium Throw.
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"No, it really was--" And then the rest of the sentence no longer matters. Frei had this grand plan, of snagging the staff and at least, perhaps, using some of the momentum involved here to his advantage. *Instead* he gets slingshotted through the windshield of a car and slammed into the *rear* windshield of that same car at near-relativistic velocity, his body basically going limp and sliding into the backseat with a dull *THMP* sound, a little bit of bloodstained glass on the back side of the car the only indicator of his passing. If the monk has a commentary on Billy's sense of humor, it looks like that's going to have to wait.
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Jiro's Large Thrown Object.
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"...Your favorite trash can? What, do you carry them around with you, or just sleep in the same one every night?" Having managed to successfully hurtle Frei into a vehicle, he's content enough to focus his attention on Jiro now; Merely standing there, tapping the staff against his shoulder almost impatiently. He turns and begins to walk at a brisk pace, and the arc of the vehicle – even amplified by his focused strike – isn't enough to compensate for the mild distance between. He knew where it would end up, but it still brushes scarcely a half inch behind, rumbling loudly to a stop. "You're a confident guy; I can respect that. But you gotta back it up also... Lemme show you some skills in a caliber you'll never reach, kid!" He then whips back his staff, before hurtling it towards Jiro. It suddenly breaks into three pieces connected by chain, and the intent is to slam into the other man's chest, with bonebreaking force. Yet at the apex of kinetic transfusion of pain into dogman, he'd retract it with a cackle that would cause a sudden burst of flame to enclose Jiro for a few seconds.
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Jiro with Blazing Cane Thrust.
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Needless to say, Billy's a douche bag. The young man is actually glaring at the older man. "Mostly when I need to throw trash away." He has that feral grin coming forth, then he watches the man disconnect the staff with such skill. As it is in three pieces, which impacts to send him off towards the ground.
However, it is not before his body is set on fire. As the roaring flames consume his body, the young man winces and growls, then he winds back. He immediate draws forth his crimson chi to manifest along the arm, then he hefts it upward, sending a crimson slicer towards Billy's direction.
All is silent in the car. Apparently Billy just KILLED Frei, or at the very least KOed him in one shot. Of course, such a feat doesn't seem out of the former King of Fighters' purview. He's clearly a man with peerless offensive fighting skills. Plus it gives Jiro and Billy some time to flirt, which is just adorable, let me tell you.
All of a sudden, however, the roof of the car basically explodes upwards and out of sight.
Emerging from it, in fact, is Frei: standing on the back seat, a blazing aura of gathered power swirling around him like a visible halo. Physical power, not so much. Chi energy, however... don't look directly at him, it may cause retinal damage. "That! Was very rude," he shouts, pointing at Billy. "This car hasn't done anything to you!" And of course this ignores the fact that he just exploded the roof off of it.
Case in point: As is typical for this sort of scenario, the charred remains of the car's roof land on the street behind Frei as he stands there pointing dramatically, crushing a fire hydrant and setting off car alarms for blocks.
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Jiro's Balefire.
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"Sure..." Billy muses at Jiro's explanation, not seeming to buy it in the slightest from both his tone and expression. Although this time, he's not able to outright ignore Jiro's onslaught; His eyes widen slightly before he ducks down rather harshly, and the crescent blade flings overhead by a margin he'd not care to duplicate; Not the calculated laziness of the punched car by any means, that one almost got him. But the surprise fades away to a cockiness few can truly match, rising back up and brushing off his jacket fastidiously. "Not bad! Not good enough, but not bad..." It's actually Frei's latest display that catches his attention, free hand now rubbing his jaw. So far, he's only had the one mild punch from the stray dog. "Alright, I'm having as much fun busting shit as you two are, but I think it's time for one of you to go down for the count..." His feet spread, and he begins to spin his staff in a frenetic fashion. The air warbles in building heat, as his own chi – significantly more subtle – starts to build. His eyes seem to burn even brighter however, expression almost sadistic. "C'mon... c'mon...!! Which one of you has the balls to come at me?!" The ground begins to blacken around his boots, and sparks catch in loud pops and crackles to surround him like a veil of snowflakes...
COMBATSYS: Billy gathers his will.
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Damn, it missed.
There is a frown as he witnesses the strike not making true. He was hoping for a decapitated Billy. Oh well. Jiro settles for what he can get, which is nothing. His eyes narrow at Billy, then he snorts.
"Right then." He tightens his fists until...
...Frei booms out through the vehicle and pointing dramatically. He merely walks over towards Frei, then he glances at Billy.
His eyes shift towards Billy, and then Frei.
"Hey Frei. Let's do this!"
He looks towards his partner, then towards Billy once more. At least, before he reaches for Frei's arm and swing him off towards Billy's direction, "FREIDOUUUKEN JAVELIN MAN!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro assists Frei.
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"Oh man. First the trash jokes, now this... it's like I'm trapped in some warped version of 'West Side Story'," Frei murmurs, power still flickering around him. He probably isn't capable of putting out the sheer wattage that the more experienced Billy is powering out right now, but what he lacks in crushing force he makes up for in finesse. Yes... the key to this fight is inhuman precision! Cold, calculating tactics! Strike like lightning and slip away, unafraid of reprisal.
All of which Jiro ruins by effectively hurling him at Billy.
However, the monk is quick on the uptake, cupping his hands to his sides, gathering a sphere of white chi surrounded by prismatic streamers, and then throwing his hands forward. Yes, it's the slow-moving, curb-stomping, third-generation projectile with the name you've come to trust in chi-powered destruction... and which a nimble fighter like Billy is sure to leap over both it and the incoming Frei like a gazelle in a National Geographic special on the savanna. But boy, does that person-high shockwave of rainbow chi look cool as it tears up the sidewalk.
"Haadooooukeeeeeeeen!"
Bet you thought I forgot, didn't you? Ha HA! No such luck.
COMBATSYS: Billy interrupts Hadou Souran from Frei with Red Lotus Requiem.
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Well, Jiro is certainly the noble hero. He probably realizes that he's the sole cause for this likely uncomfortable experience that is now befalling the other man; As he suddenly cuts off his own fountain of energy and rushes forward, capitalizing on the unsteady footing of the mostly unknown fighter – at least to Billy. Jiro would probably be more flattered that his name and reputation is known, were he to realize the number of insects beneath the former King of Fighter's perception! One shoulder shifts forward, literally swathing away the gout of energy, seeming to ripple like water over his own personal heat and barely licking him. He then whips his weapon upwards, catching Frei in the stomach with catastrophic force. Before hefting him upwards with a building snarl, hurling him into the air – only to spiral his weapon madly at the full height, as it erupts into crimson flame with a rather spectacular detonation. This is likely to send the monk airborne for a bit, as Billy descends to land on the hood of another car, busting it as the windshield shatters and the horn begins to squeal in a sustained octave. "That was rather ass of you." is all he offers to the Stray Dog. "Looks like he can take a hit pretty good, though..."
Looking at the results of the airborne Frei, Jiro can only -wince-. That was -NOT- how the impromptu plan was supposed to go. He mutters for a moment, then he mutters, "He'll be alright. He can walk it off, he's tough." He looks towards Frei, albeit a little sheepish "...Right?"
His eyes shift towards Billy with a focused glare, "Now, then..." He tightens his fists, then he starts to take a few steps back. While winding back, he is actually drawing forth his chi to help him concentrate. His head lifts up towards Billy, then he proceeds to take a deep breath.
Then, he merely draws his feet to the ground, shoulder width apart as he prepares himself.
COMBATSYS: Jiro focuses on his next action.
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Homerun! 3544 ft.
Frei's body actually flies through the air and through a second story building across the street. Seriously. There's the sound of breaking glass and, if your hearing is good, the screech of a cat suddenly leaping out of the way. Then all is silent for a while, as Billy and Jiro have their little tete-a-tete. If he didn't know better, the monk might actually think they were doing this on purpose for alone time.
For a minute or so, nothing happens.
Then the *door* to the building Frei was knocked into, inexplicably, goes flying across the street toward Billy... close examination reveals that it is, in fact, frozen over in a thick coating of icy chi that sparkles blue-white in the stage lighting. Frei, meanwhile, is leaning on the doorjamb of said building, looking at Jiro with some annoyance through one opened eye, blood visible running down the one he's keeping shut. "Mr. Kasagi," he says wearily. "We need to discuss your definition of 'teamwork'."
COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Frei's Hyoushou Rengeki.
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"I guess it ate up a bit of my attention... Not gonna save you though, coward." Billy seems to think that's the end of Frei as the Stray Dog gathers himself, until a door flies across the intervening distance. He sweeps up his arm and strikes it aside, denting it considerably and mildly staggering. Only then to see that the monk is not yet down. But he can tell that such is tenuous at best. "Well, well. Looks like someone doesn't know when to stay down...!" His approach is swift, body low as he charges the monk. Before the end segment of his staff shoots out, whipping his weapon and trying to coil the chain about his neck. "Hahaha... I think putting you down first might make the dogboy here fight me a little harder...!" He'd then whip down his weapon, trying to deposit Frei into the ground with a rather vigorous amount of force before retracting his weapon.
This isn't good.
Well, Frei's weary comment earns a sheepish laugh from Jiro, before he sighs, "Damnit." He mutters under his breath, then he looks up towards Billy with a glare. "Alright, I've been indirect with you long enough." He growls under his breath, then he starts to run up towards Billy as he's charging towards Frei.
While the staff shoots out, Jiro is actually stepping in front of Billy, taking the momentum of actually drawing his right foot towards the man's stomach, aiming to set him up...
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Billy with Fukami Reikai.
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COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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You'd think Frei would have some sort of witty rejoinder in this situation. In fact, he just lets a glow suffuse itself around his right hand. The problem is that let's face it, it's a miracle he's still standing in the first place... and he's still leaning on the stupid doorjamb. So when the chain comes in there is an attempt to bring up a hand and just slam Billy in the face at close range with a massive burst of energy. What in fact happens is the chain snaps around and them rams his head into the doorjamb. Frei looks briefly confused... and then topples forward wordlessly. Lights out!
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Billy with Dead End.
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After the initial kick works off on Billy in the sense of setting him up to hunch him over, Jiro actually turns around to hook his right arm against the man's head, leaving Billy's chin on his shoulder before he leaps up and falls on his butt, aiming to bring Billy's head crashing down on the shoulder.
Afterwards, Jiro opts to release and roll to a distance to get back to his fighting stance.
There was an attempt to simply barrel through the ensuing assault, limbering himself up and bracing for the attack, but he manages to pierce through; The peculiar move causes him to roll over upon the conclusion, but he gets to his feet with likely depressing speed. Cracking his shoulder with a snort, a spit to the side thereafter follows. "That really all you managed to build up...? Think I overcompensated a little..." There's another sigh, before he whirls his weapon around and lurches forward -- and begins to unleash a veritable onslaught of jabbing strikes, attempting to pepper them around the Stray Dog's chest with incredible force before a final thrust tries to send him through a store window!
COMBATSYS: Jiro interrupts Deep Strike from Billy with Defiance.
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While Billy comes forward with the staff, releasing an onslaught of jabbing strike, Jiro makes no real effort to mvoe out of the way. Instead, he is actually taking the damage piece by piece as they pepper against him. But before he can get a chance to complete the final thrust, Jiro is holding his ground as the rush of power consumes him. The fury writhes against his body as it awakens in the form of scarlet flames.
"Arrtggghhhhhhh!!!" He roars off, the flames blasting against Billy to send him flying into a vehicle.
And that assault does blast Billy backwards, caught off guard with the reckless manner of his opponent; Although he's far from undone by the trade, sliding down a moment before catching his feet with a laugh. "You've gotta be pretty tired..." is mused, almost consolingly as he saunters a bit closer. Before he plants his weapon and hurtles forward, whirling around while extending his foot in an attempt to plow directly into Jiro, angling every ounce of his force into this blatantly destructive onslaught. "Eh?!" The intent is to send him bouncing down the sidewalk, hopefully in poor condition.
COMBATSYS: Jiro counters Strong Kick from Billy with Excessive Force.
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If there is one thing that is noticable, Jiro is very tired. Jiro is losing the steam to continue the fight, but he still has enough to help him last. He just needs to catch his breath somehow. His eyes narrow at Billy, who is sauntering his way towards him.
When Billy closes in and actually extends his foot towards Jiro's direction, the young man reaches a hand out to grasp against the foot from even striking him.
His eyes narrow as he tightens his stance.
"SEI!" The fist is casted back, a bow ready to shoot off its arrow of light through the darkness. "DO!" And that arrow is casted as the fist launches forward while the leg steps forth, sending the fist to plow towards Billy's stomach, aiming to send him _THROUGH_ a wall.
Well, Billy certainly has to give it to Jiro. He's got a rugged endurance that can only be gained in this kind of fight; Of course this is reflected as he's launched through a wall, brick shattering around his lithe form as he vanishes for a few seconds. But he pushes himself out with a grunt, brushing one shoulder before glancing up, more battered then anything. "Well, well... What's Sei Do mean, anyway? Do you just say it since it sounds cool?" Regardless he approaches, spinning his weapon around in a distacting manner. And then shoots out the end, attempting to hit Jiro in the throat... and then try to heft him upwards, high into the air. He'd then cackle madly, strangling him while twisting his weapon before shifting to slam the stray dog face-first into the ground!
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Jiro with Hell Drop.
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Conversationally, Jiro mentions, "The latter. It just stuck with me, really." He looks at Billy as he draws the weapon out once more, then he is immediately shifting to the side to avoid it. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out that way as Jiro is caught in the trajectory of the staff and then he is hefted up into the air.
While in the air, he's strangled, losing his breath before he smashes the ground quite hard. He's actually gasping for breath here. He staggers back, then he tightens his stance.
"...Argggh!" He springs towards Billy, drawing his right fist out as the flames erupt. Then he springs forward with the fist roaring to life as it strikes towards Billy's direction. Should it hit true, then there will be an explosion accompanying it as well.
COMBATSYS: Billy counters My Little Phantom from Jiro with Water Dragon Pursuit Cane.
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Sadly, it seems Billy is done toying around, although he's given his opponent enough chance to make the fight interesting. One should never say he doesn't know how to put on a show; He went from dominating to a ‘close' finish, all within the breadth of his slight of hand! The flaming fist is caught in the middle of his staff, before he whirls around and cackles madly, smacking his face with the other extended end as it dances upon the length of chain. Reassembling his weapon he twists it around to slam the base of his shaft into Jiro's shoulder, to force him into a kneel. "Well, looks like you lose after all... Do something showy. Let's give the home viewers an appropriate climax!!"
Damn. So he lost. Figures.
As the flaming fist halts as it is caught by the staff, then he is smacked against the face with the other extended end and he is smacked towards the ground in a kneeling position.
"Heh."
Fireflies surround Jiro as he touches the ground, the chi manifesting easily along his hand as a scarlet circle forms. THat's all the warning that's given as the chi finally erupts into a huge explosion. As the energy blasts forth and consumes everything in its path, Jiro only has one thing to call out.
"INDIGNATION!"
...After the attack clears, Jiro wound be found on the ground, unconscious.
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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|=======\====---\1 Billy
COMBATSYS: Billy overcomes Indignation from Jiro with Blazing Whirlwind Cane.
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|====---\-------\0 Billy
Slipping backwards, Billy catches sight of the budding chi, and immediately begins to spin his own staff around. Both ends ignite with fire, forming a sudden wall that deflects the flash of energy cleanly; When it would clear to a visible degree, all that Jiro would see is the carefully molded flames, wrathing into a ring before being hurled forward, streaking across the intervening distance in a massive ball. "GO TO HELL!!" How he might fare is beside the fact, as it scorches the street and erupts in the front of a building, causing the largest amount of side-damage yet! The breaking shattering bare-knuckle brawl is at an end, and Geese's viewer ratings are the true winner. "Hah!" He throws the horns to the crowd nearest him, and begins to walk off. "Tough log, dogboy!" is called over his shoulder. To the victor go the spoils! Free beer at McFenigans!
Log created on 20:21:25 11/04/2007 by Frei, and last modified on 09:36:20 11/18/2007.