Description: Todoh-ryu versus Todoh-Aroo?! Todoh shows Blanka the power of the Kasane Ate, and Blanka shows Todoh the strength of nature! In the meantime, Maxima shows both the skill of GIANT HUNKS OF ROCK.
Biosphere 2. Home of a lofty scientific project. No, a lofty scientific project. Constructed in the 80's, it was to simulate a closed environment for various scientific purposes. Many of these missions and studies provided plenty of research for those on campus. But, financially speaking... well, quite frankly it's a very expensive thing to constantly maintain and expand upon and the tourism trade pretty much ain't cutting it. Someone was desperate enough to allow the location to be used by Howard Enterprises for their weekend fighting shows.
Cameras and other monitoring equipment has been cleverly hidden as to never be in view of the actual event to come. This is all fine and dandy in upholding the spirit of the Biosphere among the organizers of this fight. But some people, as always, just don't go with the program.
This unnaturally natural habitat has already been visited prior to the actual event by Ryuhaku Todoh. This will come as a surprise to very few people. As would the array of obnoxious picket signs and stickers and even an impossibly large billboard which are entirely self-aggrandizing or Sakazaki-slandering in alternating order. The match has barely even begun and there's already going to be significant amounts of cleanup because of the introduction of these... foreign elements. But isn't that what they research here to begin with?
Todoh himself has already hidden himself in front of the Billboard That Should Not Be, hands on his hips with the biggest practiced grin he's been able to manage given he's on a seven match losing streak. At the very angle the camera would see it, it would be impossible to tell him from the advertisement.
He isn't even blinking! That takes skill, man. The place is already quite warm without his overly high opinion of himself and boasts full of hot air on an otherwise normal Arizonan evening. (Which would make no difference to begin with since the rest of Arizona is well outside of Biosphere 2, come to think of it.)
A slight positive pressure is just enough to make Blanka open his mouth wide, trying to pop his ears. The display is pretty amazing to the person who's let him in, all sorts of teeth and such shown in a lazy manner. Still sharp, though! As Blanka is led into the main structure, he's assaulted by sounds, smells that remind him of home and other places, all thrown together into a mix-mash, far too close for nature to be a part of it. It's disturbing, off-setting, but amazing at the same time.
The sense of wonder lasts until the first sign is seen. The first intrusion of man into this.. well, admittedly man-made natural habitat. It makes his hackles raise, the red spiky hair standing a bit on end, electricity crackling along his spine and over his teeth in a grimace. He uproots one - and then carefully sets it down on the ground, not breaking it - no, no, that would just be more things to pick up after. It's symbolic - after all, he's here to fight. After wards, he can help with the cleanup. Apparently, there's a lot to be done. He stands by the signs, then - and waits for his opponent/s/ to show up. Totally missing the fact that he's standing in front of the billboard where Todoh's placed himself.
The Biosphere, one of the not-quite so modern marvels of human engineering and technology. Really, though.
When your body is composed of near 80% metal alloys and state of the art technology, it's hard to wonder at things like this.
Not that the Canadian known as Maxima doesn't feel a bit of awe at the sight that stretches out before him. Awe and, well -- a mixture between abject surprise and amusement. Why? Because of the multitude of Pro-Todoh, Anti-Kyokugen banners and even -billboards- that have been painstakingly set up here. "Man..." Maxima mutters out in a low breath, rubbing the back of his head.
"... this Todoh guy must be really determined, or really crazy."
He's been here a while; a good twenty minutes, during which time he was led to a rocky ledge out of the way of all the cameras and out of the way of common sight. From there, an assortment of rocks of all sizes and shapes were brought up to his new perch until a simple, massive -PILE- of them rest at his side. The mighty Canadian is sitting for the moment, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at the entrance of.... ... the beastman? He blinks. He squints. "And I thought I'd seen it all." Well. No use pondering over it.
He has to decide which big freaking rock he wants to use first.
There are many theories as to what runs through Todoh's mind. Or even how, in fact, he manages to slip in and out of places almost always unchecked. He is a man of many mysteries! Most of which bear no real further repeating at this juncture in the light of more interesting events. Interesting events like Blanka already proving to be a good neighbor by starting to remove such vile affronts to the sanctity of this relatively closed environment!
Todoh breaks his practiced motionless movement for his dry, reddened eyes to peer along the landscape towards this greatest affront to his perceptions of natural beauty (and commerce)! His grin, by some means, manages to clench even more. A vein starts to bulge in his head. Looking at these little motions, the viewers would know this is the moment something seems funny with the summary. The few enthusiasts of Todoh that exist would gleefully point out this appearance.
"GAAAAAAAAHHH!!" The silence is broken with a raised, angry fist and a rising, angry voice. "How dare you deface my beautifully and ingeniously placed advertisements?! Are you so simple as to not even appreciate the... mrgh!" His rant is, quite fortunately, interrupted as he brings a hand to his face and steps down off the billboard into a short fall onto the grassy ground. His eyes are so terribly dry. He rubs at them with his forearm. A fair simulation of weeping over the partial removal of this condescending move against the owners of this property, perhaps?
At this point, Enterprises officials are trying to call the match to start in hopes that the two end up taking their fight somewhere away from the elder Todoh's vandalism. There's practical jokes and then there's legal trouble.
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh has joined the fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Todoh
COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here.
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Slander is just another way of saying 'I love you, Sakazaki!' We all know that, Todoh, your denials are just sweet, sweet proof. Blanka jumps at the voice, his head whipping around to look up at where the head of the Todoh-Ryuu school stands. As he leaps off and berates Blanka, the beast-man's eyes go a little glassy. He can't follow the frantic flailing and frustrated speech of Todoh well at all, and it shows quite clearly. At the end, though - well, he understands 'are you simple', and he bristles quite a lot at it.
"Not simple.." he growls, his large hands flexing, then moving for the man's red vest. Fingers more like claws try to grab and catch a hold of the man, and if he can, he's going to go see just how far he can hurl the man, aiming for the fog bank that's used to rehydrate the area of ground outside the simulated desert. "Your eyes look.. dry. Get.. water in them!", he hollers in a bestial cry. No holding back!
"Jeez... so many to choose from. Which should I use first?"
The curious ponderings are grumbled out low from Maxima as his dark eyes twist to peer at his selection of rocks / boulders. He scratches the side of his face (and subsequently, his noble sideburn) as he ponders over his selection. It's really difficult to decide, and it's an endeavor that takes up the bulk of his attention. Maneuvering back up to his feet with a short push and an oddly solid landing, the NESTS cyborg starts roaming hands over his arsenal. He looks like a kid at a candy store. If the candy were, you know--
Rocks.
His attention is only momentarily taken away from his musings the moment that Todoh falls to the ground with that heavy landing. Blinking, the Canadian looks down from his perch, and tilts his head. "... Wow. That guy is really good at hiding. Maybe a ninja--oh! This one looks--naah. Not good enough." And then he's back to his sweeping selection. He'll be getting to it soon enough. He just has to find the -perfect- starter.
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Todoh with Medium Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Todoh
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"Aaah." The elder fighter winces. He should've posed there with his eyes closed, that's what! He doesn't get a whole lot of time to really continue to wince and complain over the actions of Blanka and how dry his eyes have gotten when he is quickly hoisted by his vest and tossed into the fog bank with not much of a struggle other than his irritated eyes going all wide and his legs waving around briefly. A low yell later, he hits the ground with a thud and a low splash alike. Looks like he went a little further than just the fog and more into the low pool of sitting water. That's some good throwing arms on Blanka. He should be proud of himself.
At least, until Todoh shoots back up almost instantly, eyes no less red with irritation despite the welcome moisture. It'd be all too telling of his mood by themselves. His hands, quickly, clap themselves above his head as water drips down off his sleeves and elbows alike. Some of the fog around him clears in the motion. "Oooooh you spry little..." Little? "Then show me with your might!" He takes one single step forward from the water and the fog, which leaves him only slightly less obscured as arms separate into raised hands. So, call of hands here. What does this signify? Surrender? Rain? Big blocky chunks of chi coming out from thin air to clear away some more of the fog as it descends in a barely-connected chain of three segments in a straight, descending line towards Blanka's general position?
...Yeah, it's the third, of course. It is barely notable beyond a "HEEYAH" that signifies the summoning and descent alike.
COMBATSYS: Todoh successfully hits Blanka with Fierce Kasane Ate.
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Not so spry! Well, normally, Blanka is pretty spry, but following Todoh into the slightly clammy air and fog was a tactical blunder. Instead of keeping the 'high ground', as it were, he's found his feet mired in the slightly mucky still water, and it slows his reflexes just enough that the back-handspring he attempts to use to escape merely turns into leaving himself wide open for the impending attack from Todoh! Chi smacks into Blanka's form, sending him down and into the ground, covering his back with that same muck, clinging to him as he gets back to his feet, shaking his head and rubbing at his chin.
"You say.. show might. Can.. do that!" Going all-out is a Blanka style, and he's just realized something quite important. They're both standing in very humid air, with still water all around. Blanka hunkers down, diving into the eddies of mist, and then leaps out from it a few feet to the side, body balled up in a tucked posture. Blue-white electricity arcs and arches from his form, surrounding his eyes and open maw. He howls out as he barrels down at the older man, intent on bombing him back to the stone age with a veritable explosion of lightning on the still water.
"Ah! Perfect!"
The declaration comes on a triumphant note as Maxima's huge, leather-clad hands come to rest on a single rock. He gets a solid grip upon the thing, and then, with only a modicum of effort, hefts the thing up. While not a very -large- rock, it is fairly long -- the Canadian fighter lets it slam against the hard ground of his cliff and leans it against his hip, observing the goings-ons with a slightly silent gaze. The manifestations of chi are noted two-fold, through vision and through the scanners that blare out readings on both of his opponents. He looks between them both. He considers. "Eh," he notes with a shrug, "might as well get this started!"
And so it is that, with simply upwards swing of his right arm, that entire, jaggedly long rock is hefted like little more than a doll. He focuses, picks out his target... and launches off the thing like a mighty, rocky javelin of explosive pain.
It's as blue electrical chi is slicing through artificial environs that Todoh might note the presence of a long, thing chunk of earth descending upon him from the air above like a natural missile of death.
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits Todoh with Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Todoh with Direct Lightning.
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"Yeh hah hah hah!" The older one among them laughs at the proceedings as though it were all a game, one hand on his hip as he leans forward just a bit to make the laughter travel that much further. It's as though he were the one dictating the rules and pacing of this veritable match of might and mind alike! Electricty starts to cackle over his opponent's form, which, at first, appears to not evoke any sense of intimidation. "You like lightning, eh? I've fought a million like you that think it's the bee's knees! But you know..."
Then comes that split-second realization that he is wet, in moist air, and that the kind of chi Blanka is expressing there well mimics the nature of electricity. It's already evening time, so the change in lighting that signifies the quickly descending rock javelin is nearly lost upon him entirely, all clearly signified with a bead of sweat (or lake moisture) that travels down his face. "AH!" He hikes up his trousers to take a running start in order to leap out of the wettest parts of the battleground here.
This gets interrupted by the javelin striking true in his lower back, causing him to tumble forward as the rock shatters on impact from the sheer force behind Maxima's ability to pitch them helluva hard, sending him tumbling through the wet ground which exposes him further to moisture. And when ol' Blanka decides to let him have it, he gives the gift that keeps on giving.
Chilectrocution.
He's barely even in a sitting position when the electricity comes down and puts on a light show sure to be a SNF highlight! Teeth chatter. Long strands of black hair stand on end like some giant ambulatory bipedal urchin. Red, dry eyes nearly bulge out of his head. In the flashes that happen while the electricity courses through Todoh, one might be able to get a split-second X-Ray of him... hey, he swallowed a nickel recently!
Ryuhaku rockets out of the vaporized pond face-first a few feet away, groaning as smoke sizzles out of his seemingly prone form. This lasts all of maybe two seconds before his fists clench at the soil underneath them. One leg rises out from the heap briefly, the only warning before a surprisingly understated maneuver where, despite his prone position, the older Todoh thrusts himself with enough strength that he carries his body forward in a sweep kick, dragging himself through more mud and moisture in the process as the attacking leg goes high, somewhere around chest level.
Sometimes he just doesn't know when to quit.
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Todoh's Sweeping Kick EX.
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With his opponent downed, Blanka might let up - and actually, he seems to do that for a second, shoulders untensing as he adjusts his eyes and looks up towards the glass ceiling above. He swears he wasn't the only thing hitting Ryuhaku just then, and the slight shards of rock in his chest hair only give him the chance to surmise that it wasn't just his attack that brought the man down. Under his breath, he growls about not being able to prove himself on his own, but really what can you do. He's sure that the rocks being chucked willy-nilly will impact his own hide soon enough, so he'd best be ready.
"Huh?!" Surprise shows on his face as the leg comes up and around out of the mist, the impact staggering him, knocking him back to the ground /again/, changing green skin to brown, mud clinging and caking his hair. This is not the way he wants it to be, and he's more than willing to change the territory again. Leaping at Todoh again, he howls out a challenge, mouth open wide as if to try and engulf shoulder muscles, attempting to tumble and tackle Todoh into some place where he can /see/ those legs and Kasane Ate's coming into play! That should give the beast-man a second chance!
-CRASH-. Rock shatters against Todoh in an unpleasant display that coincides with the sudden, surging burst of electricity. Maxima can't help but wince slightly from where he stands, safe upon his perch. "That had to hurt," he notes, as if his commentary could even be heard or appreciated by anyone outside of himself. It's the thought that counts. Why internalize it?
This, however, does not distract him from his goal and job here. As soon as Todoh goes into that sweep of a kick, Maxima is already bending down at the waist. Twisting, his hands grasp onto a slightly -larger- chunk of rock, this one far more spherical in shape. He hefts it -- this time with both hands -- with the creak of leather as his arms bend at the elbows. Dark eyes come to focus on Blanka. His body tenses, lowering with legs tensing just underneath the knees--
--"Hmph!!" Maxima -lashes- upwards like a piston, force exploding through his arms as that massive rock goes flying high through the air. It soars high, nearly reaching the roof of the biodome before gravity takes hold. With a rapid acceleration the mass of earth and nature rockets downward -- and if Blanka isn't careful, he might well get -crushed- beneath it.
COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to interrupt Wild Fang from Blanka with Aogi Kasane Ate.
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Todoh is breathing in and out very loudly with ever-clenched teeth. Grr! Those dirty match-fixers who exist only to try and bring him down against clearly inferior opponents before the might of the family fighting style! (Or so he keeps saying around the dojo and household over in Southtown's Karuta district, and the locals there may have started keeping tally of how many times he has said that.)
The shock of both blunt trauma to his back and, er, shocking itself hasn't yet completely left him. He's not really able to stand all the way back up before the beastly Blanka leaps at him. Ryuhaku's arms stretch up as if in the ready, although it might even look like he's trying to throw up his hands into surrender right on the ground he's laying on. What? Really?
Hell no. A loud yell meeting Blanka's howling is precursor to him cupping his hands and scratching at the air in front of him. If that in itself were an attack, he did this far too soon to even really try to deter Blanka's leap. Instead, just as Blanka pounces him, an extremely thin sheet of that lovable, recognizable chi that is merchandised into plush huggable form world wide (...not really) appears and descends at a diagonal angle well above and behind Blanka. It continues along this direction away from the intended target and dissipates completely without incident.
"ArrrghhahrhrhfhGET OFF OF ME!" So Todoh protests as he is tumbled and rolled along to a location of Blanka's choosing. But, it can't be all that bad. Maybe that giant rock Maxima threw won't get him this time. Right? But a man so blinded by his own ambitions and overinflated opinions of self-worth can't really see the silver lining in such a scenario.
Especially when it ends up that the two roll over another of his obnoxious anti-Kyokugen ads that do not belong in this domain to add further insult to injury.
COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks Maxima's Large Thrown Object.
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Tumble, tumble, tumble! Blanka is fine with this, getting a few nibbles and awm noms of his opponent. All the better for wearing him down. To the rainforest, using a half bent-over posterboard as a ramp for the two to bounce along, they come to a stop. Blanka pulls back a little bit, angry gold eyes staring at Todoh with a very intense sort of look to them. He starts to speak, but at the last second, his breath is sucked out of him by the sudden impact of a very huge chunk of rock.
Right into his back, the rubble shatters on impact, driving him forwards and down, Blanka's attempt to pull back and regroup turned into a surprisingly swift flattening of his body, possibly trying to sqoosh Todoh underneath! It's not that he's /really/ trying to do this, it's just the way things turn out! The poor beast-man would much rather be chewing on a banana or a melon, not flopping out on top of Todoh!!!
Poor Todoh. Maxima can't help but think this to himself as he watches the going-ons with a frown. He even voices it in a single, pitying utterance: "Poor, crazy old man." He settles back a bit, leaning as eyes and other forms of sensors no normal man should have take stock of the situation. The Todoh-Ryuu master seems to be in poor shape. Blanka, on the other hand, seems to be doing comparatively better... even if about to flop atop Ryuuhaku. Taking into consideration these things, as well as the fact that Todoh and Blanka are positioned in such a way that would make the old man a bit difficult to target -anyway-, Maxima moves on to his next course of action.
The Canadian's right boot presses into the ground with a quick stamp that lifts up small clouds of dirt. His body leans forward; in his hands, two rocks, both ranging at about medium size and both fitting securely within his massive palms. Leather-clad fingers making an iron grip on his two would-be earthen weapons, Maxima says nothing. He simply takes -another- step forward, leading off with his left side. In this motion, he flings BOTH rocks straight downward like cannonballs, seeking to do one thing: smack Blanka right in the back of the head with a sudden -CRACK- of impact.
COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to counter Jab Punch from Blanka with Kuzu Otoshi.
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Chomp, chomp, chew goes the terrible gnashing of teeth as Blanka has himself a taste of delicious gi top and shoulder meats, blood staining the clothing to nearly the same color as that padded vest-like garment the Todoh-ryuu master (this is under debate) is rather fond of. He has trouble even really getting a grip on Blanka to try and push him off, especially after he gets in a good deep bite on one shoulder. It moves on will alone, spasming by its own volition when Todoh almost thinks it better to rely on the other arm. By the time the rolling abd biting stops, he's bruised, beaten, and bleeding in several places. Why does nature have to make the ground so hard in strategic spots anyway?!
When they come to a stop, it is not by Todoh's own will and attempts that Blanka gets off. Indeed, when that happens he tries to scooch back a bit... hey, it's a kind of steep hill here. Using his stronger arm for support, he swings himself onto his feet from the hill below. Blanka gets the higher ground, sure, but with all his main methods of attack, he thinks he's ready for just about anything from above. The confident smile comes on again. Yes. This will turn back into his favor!
But right as he even /thinks/ that, Blanka's already stumbling forward from Maxima's follow-up to his latest rock-throwing escapades. Instinctively, though on uneven territory, he tenses his stance - but the arm from the damaged shoulder really doesn't get much strength in it. And it's the one that's extended! But he cares not. Blanka falls in from practically above, he'd catch from above!
...He almost does. Blanka falls in from above, and the arm drawn back rushes forward to grab Blanka by the shoulder! His other, he tries to go for by the pants. But when it gets there, he can't muster the physical strength to lift him up higher. The inevitable stalls for exactly as long as Todoh's footing holds, sweat running down his brow as he tries to complete the motion in one clean, fell swoop towards the ground behind him. But, alas, his newfound position would not compensate for a weaker arm. In the end, his footing slides down the small hill further and Todoh ends up on his back with a surprised, angry gasp. This allows Blanka to, indeed, flatten him underneath with loud, muffled protest.
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Maxima's Thrown Object.
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Strong - much stronger than some of the men Blanka's fought, tough and willing to put his all into everything he does. Blanka's respect for Todoh is growing by the minute, each movement the man continues to make after Blanka's attacks causing the beast-man to watch intently. This is something he can /learn/ from, and definitely something he's going to be remembering for quite some time to come. He starts to tell Todoh this, but is quite sadly, rudely interrupted.
"Strong! You fight very... tough! Good spiAUGH!" Blanka has just bolted forwards two feet, the heavy *CRAK* sound rock catching him right in the back of the neck. It's not expected, a second attack so soon after the first, Blanka confusing 'chaos' with 'fair', in his mind. He's already been hit with a rock, why should he get hit /again/ so soon! Simple minds don't actually take in things all that well, and as he tries to process it, his brain is briefly bumped by a boulder. Bounced forwards, giant arms come up, and he attempts to pull Todoh into a bearhug. If he's lucky, he can squeeze the other man into submission, or unconciousness before he gets brained with another chunk of the surroundings!
Well, that went a little bit better, it seems. Maxima leans backwards after that brutal launch, the bulk of his focus and effort having gone into the firing off of those two chunks of hardened minerals. They crash, but Blanka seems to use it to his -advantage-, his entire body lurching forward towards Todoh in an attempted grip. Maxima watches with a blink as he simultaneously considers his options. Arms cross over his chest. He inhales deeply. His brows knit with thought, and his sideburns seem almost a-quiver with anticipation. What could he be thinking?!
"... I could really go for a hoagy right now."
His shoulders sag with the outward snort of air from his nostrils as Maxima tilts his body downward. He starts to grip another rock -- a big one, it would seem, considering the effort he's putting forth now -- and gives a slow, but steady tug. Whatever he's preparing, it would seem that it's not going to be happening -quite- yet... and only lord knows if by the time he actually manages to heft that massive thing up if the fight will still be going on. But EVEN SO?!
DEATH LOOMS ON THE HORIZON.
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh interrupts Medium Throw from Blanka with Kasane Ate.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Todoh can no longer fight.
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If anybody looked at Ryuhaku Todoh right now, they'd say he's in a bad position. If this weren't a sanctioned fight, this could be his very last moments on Earth. Or some high-profile researcher's little dedicated patch of such, anyway. One shoulder's weaker by the second as the blood flows, his eyes are still remarkably dry... and getting crushed underneath the weight of Blanka on top of that earlier stone javelin hit to the back couldn't bode him well. So what drives a man like Todoh to keep going in his condition?
Somehow, he gets himself a moment of opportunity to at least sit up when Blanka starts to try and compliment him. But in this man's mind, this gets twisted into utter mockery and laughter by somebody who just tried to /eat/ him. Or /something/. Something less than a man! Someone that was taking down his advertisements! He's mad, oh yes. Mad enough to prevent Blanka from getting his arms around the old man? Not mad enough, one would be afraid to say.
But he's mad enough to shoot his arms out from the grasp before it tightens. Even the injured one. His face tells all - determined, with far sharper focus than he generally appears to let on average. Given he carries opinions about himself and the martial arts world that drastically contrast against the accepted views of reality, maybe the average isn't quite the level of those of his age and experience bracket. But as Blanka squeezes, squeezes, and squeezes, the arms stay straight up for as long as needed.
It is a loud exhale rather than a sharp kiai that finishes his efforts as he throws his hands down, unable to really hold his breath any further against those terrible crushing arms. He devolves into a coughing fit as his face buries itself over Blanka's shoulder. His mane kind of gets in the way of him being able to take in another breath.
This is slightly less important than the fact that, somehow, by sheer will alone, he has once more summoned that yellowish-orangeish chi of the wholly unrefined shape, in the exact same three connected segments, which descend onto the both of them. Those keeping track will note that it shines just a little brighter in that moment. Just a little.
'Boom'.
That's right, 'Boom'. This is the sound of Todoh's Kasane Ate impacting at point blank range to Blanka's tight grip around the other man. It's surprising, unsuspected, and very, /very/ painful. Gold eyes go blank, jaw going slack as the impact sends him rocketing away from Todoh, the powerful hit throwing him back as if hurled by a mighty, mighty hand. Into the trees of the miniature rainforest, a place where Blanka might find solace, if he were not suddenly finding himself fluttering on the brink of unconciousness. All he knows, in his head, is that he has to stop the momentum, arms and legs flailing wildly as trees flash by him, catching and snapping branches. The effort is for naught, and his momentum continues unabated. The only change..? His body is now surrounded by the fruits of the forest, a veritable cornucopia of melon and bananas.
He's out like a light well before he comes to rest, his bulk a amazingly effective projectile as he's hurled towards his final destination. That location, eerily enough, the place where the 'Chaos Agent' stands, the place of rocks suddenly visited by several hundred pounds of Blanka, and a bunch more made out of fruit travelling at just under escape velocity.
COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima fails to interrupt Tropical Hazard from Blanka with Random Weapon.
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-Boom-.
"Whu--"
Maxima looks down. It's about at this time that he also gives a twisting lurch -forward- with what can only be described as a Big Goddamn Rock. Easily twice the size of Maxima, the fact that he's even lugging it -across the ground- is a simple testament to his strength. He is about midway up towards actually lifting it over his -head- when that earth-shattering explosion of impact happens. His eyes lower. They lift. They track Blanka's ascension through the sky.
"And here I was hoping I'd get to use this thing," he notes, a bit dismayed. "Ah well. I guess I better start getting down--"
And that's about when the earth's Mightiest Canadian makes note of the shadow encroaching upon him.
"... Ah, crap."
Whatever other utterances of displease that Maxima might have are drowned out with the sound of a green, hairy man striking his massive, metal frame at a velocity that even causes -him- to barrel over, boulder and all. His grip releases in an upwards fling as Blanka rebounds off his body. He SLAMS into his earthen perch, rolls off it, and makes a sloooow, sloooow fall.... landing against the ground in an earth-shattering, deafening CRAKA-THOOM of impact. He stares upwards, back against the ground, in a daze. The boulder descends. His eyes widen.
It's only by -scant inches- that the massive rock misses his head. It lands with another -boom- of impact, kicking up choking dust and obscuring Maxima's vision. Still, he has to heave a sigh of relief, air he doesn't really need forced from him. "That sure was a close one--"
Which is about when a large melon shatters over his face in a spray of shell and fruit that messily paints itself over his features.
"... ... ... could -really- go for a sandwich right now."
Damn melons.
COMBATSYS: Maxima has ended the fight here.
As Blanka goes flying away, Ryuhaku is more sent tumbling a distance by the momentum Blanka goes right before he is miraculously released from his powerful grasp. He tumbles over rocks, over dirt, into a tree, and even through one of those invasive signs he managed to smuggle in here before the match by some arcane means that must be a long-held family secret that will take generations to unravel, should Kasumi herself never inherit these techniques that are possibly more arcane and wondrous than their actual fighting style.
And, finally, he comes to a stop on his back somewhere near where he was when he was part of a dramatic chi-powered electric light show as the conductor. Significantly injured and in need of medical attention once crews clear them out, with Blanka gone, he thinks he's the victor. The winner! With his injured arm, he pulls out a fan and opens it in one fluid motion, displaying the mighty flag of Japan in celebration of what he only thinks is a win in his favor! He giggles in a way that most of the masculine persuasion would be ashamed to do themselves before the arm goes limp and his consciousness fades underneath the throes of pain and blood loss.
It may be best not to detail how he'll be when he finds out he was not awarded an actual win... or the bill for the vandalism.
Log created on 19:58:01 11/16/2007 by Blanka, and last modified on 15:50:12 11/19/2007.