Description: Objective: Roughing up a deadbeat. Obstacle: One vigilante Travers. Alias: None. Summary: 'On the clock', Ayame finds herself swept up into one man's crusade against the sicknesses that plague Metro city. The brutal fight that follows leaves plenty of opportunities for either fighter to just give up and run, but neither is willing to go until this business has been concluded.
The outskirts of Metro City are a mixed bag of concrete, pavement, sprawling buildings, housing districts, and other signs of civilization. There's the nice neighborhoods down certain avenues, where it's almost safe to let kids play in the streets. And then there's the places where everyone with any sense of self preservation knows not to go.
Especially at night. But night is when a lot of 'business' gets done, especially in the circles Blackjack operates in. Ayame is on minor enforcement duty. A certain client of the underground arena thought he would get lucky by writing an uncashable check and filling his account by winning his bets before the organization got wise. He lost his bets. His check bounced. And the bad news is, this wasn't the first time.
Repeat offending dead beats don't get cut any slack. The middle aged man will never get back into the arena to watch or bet, but that's the least of his worries now. Dragged to a street lined with stores and shops that have been closed since night fall several hours ago, the seemingly abandoned locale works just fine for a little lesson in 'keeping one's financial obligations'.
The middle aged American has already been beaten - kicked and punched by the ruthless girl as Ayame holds him up against a wall in an alley between two of the single floor buildings. "... boss lady doesn't like being used as a charity..." the girl is in the middle of calmly explaining as she drives her knee up into the man's stomach, crumpling him against the brick wall, before pulling him off one wall to turn around and slam him face first against the opposite wall, her hand pressed firmly against his back.
Bleeding and pathetic pleading from the beaten patron don't really seem to phase the callus girl in the slightest. "...one week..." The deadline is repeated before Ayame peels him off and slams his back against the first wall again, a clenched fist driven into his sternum before her other hand takes a grip of his collar and holds his face close to hers. "Next time I won't be so nice." she warns, mouth a thin smile before pulling him from the wall and tripping him face down to the ground.
In agony and going no where fast, the man has been reduced primarily to sniveling at his plight as Ayame plops down, using his back as a seat as she pulls out a cell phone, "And now to call for my ride..." the girl sighs, lifting the small device up to her ear. Just another night on the job.
Unfortunately for Ayame, no matter how legitimate it may be to want someone to pay one's debts, the tactics at hand simply don't fly in Metro City these days. At the very least, not in Kyle Travers's neighborhood, however slummy it might be (even in relation to much of the rest of Metro City); regardless of the legitimacy of the cause, this kind of wanton thuggery is not acceptable.
So needless to say, when Kyle, fresh from one of his late night beer runs, hears the sounds of punches and kicks in a not too distant alleyway, he decides to investigate. He moves cautiously, rather than just bum-rushing Ayame; he doesn't really want to get involved if it's just a standard thug-fight, really. However, it definitely sounds more like a one-sided assbeating than bum-fights, and that means that it's time for him to get involved.
He leans against the wall of one of the buildings bordering the alleyway, cracking his knuckles and looking around for some kind of weapon; settling for now on a bent, discarded tire iron, he starts to step into the alley, tapping it in his hand absently.
"Don't you guys ever get the hint?" he asks, tossing it up in the air absently.
She isn't aware she has company until right around when Kyle hefts the tire iron, the sound of metal scraping briefly against concrete getting the girl's attention as she lowers the cell phone from her ear to glance toward the mouth of the alley just as the young man steps into view.
Lighting is limited, but a small service light atop one of the supply entrances for a shop coupled with what light comes in from the street lights out front allow enough illumination to see by once one's eyes are accustomed to the dark. The glowing pink neon phone is placed on a box at her side as Ayame leans her head to the side a little, weighing this little change in circumstances.
"Considering you aren't just moving along and pretending like you didn't see anything, I believe the same question could be asked of you." the girl replies, pushing herself up to standing, one boot clad foot coming up to kick the fallen man over onto his back. Resting her foot on top of her victim's chest, Ayame leans forward a little, bringing her hands together, slipping something out from beneath her left wrist guard.
"This is your warning shot." Ayame smiles unpleasantly, her right hand swinging out to her side in a flinging gesture as she sends a small throwing knife hurtling through the air on dead course for Kyle's chest. Some 'warning shot'.
COMBATSYS: Ayame has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kyle has joined the fight here.
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Kyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kyle with Sudden Fling.
Glancing Blow
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Kyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
Still walking forward, Kyle brings his tire iron up to deflect that knife; it doesn't knock it all the way away, but it causes the knife to hit him right in the center of hisfirm breastbone rather than a more squishy part of his body. It could be better, but then again it could be a /lot/ worse. "Me, walk on by? Not a chance," he says, before breaking into a full-on run at Ayame through the alleyway.
Kyle never gets tired of beating people like Ayame down. There is no amount of doing it that would make it any less worthwhile, in his mind -- Metro needs to get cleaned up, after all, and he's definitely volunteered to do it. Raising his tire iron high, he tries to make up for the time lost dealing with that knife with a swift bull charge that /looks/ like it's going to result in a hard, telegraphed downward smash with the metal implement.
Unfortunately, that's a feint -- while Kyle may not quite be Ghost from over at Vito's, he's definitely got a knack for picking up good tricks from the guys he fights, and one of the various arts he can draw from is Ghost's unique brand of Muay Thai. Making a low, flat leap forward at the last second, he proves the raising of that tire iron to be a complete feint as he goes for a swift flying knee strike.
COMBATSYS: Kyle successfully hits Ayame with Quick Strike.
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Kyle 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
The knife is partially deflected, but that's okay in Ayame's mind. Maybe it'll be enough to remind him of how Blackjack people do business and get him to just move along. But he's looking for a fight, pursuing his brand of vigilante justice one crushing at a time, leaving Ayame stuck in the alley with an incoming Travers to deal with.
"Tough guy, eh?" the young hellion replies, lifting her hand to brush her long hair back over her shoulder, seemingly unconcerned by his decision to stick around. "Guess I'll dub you the cure for tonight's boredom. Let's see what you got." For all her bluster, she's paying close attention, watching for him to come in. She thinks Kyle a simpleton - someone who will be easily predicted, and he plays into that well with the feint as he raises the tire iron up overhead and Ayame gets ready to dance around his strike with trivial ease - The crunch of knee against her cheek teaches her otherwise real quickly, driving her sideways against the brick wall where she catches herself with a surprised wince.
"Fancy," she growls, turning to push off from the wall and charge back toward Kyle, "That was your one free hit!" Attempting to drive her shoulder into the young man while also slipping her foot around behind his ankle, Ayame attempts to drop Kyle to the alley's floor. If successful, she'll take the opportunity in the confusion to slip around to his side, wrap both of her hands around his wrist while sliding her legs over his chest so that she can lean back and pry Kyle's arm hard. "Don't bother crying out, no one will care enough to help anyway..."
COMBATSYS: Kyle fails to counter Medium Throw from Ayame with Bushin Senpuu Kyaku.
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Kyle 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Ayame
"You're makin' a /lot/ of assumptions there," Kyle counters, as he starts to dance around Ayame, his stance tight and agile -- yet he doesn't use that to his advantage as the young woman comes in to strike, and that definitely does not seem to pay off particularly much right here. The man tries to meet Ayame shoulder to shoulder, hoping to get in past her guard with that strike and then give her a good, solid kick to the head.
It doesn't work that way. Not even close. All this really does is put him off-balance when Ayame tries that quick drop, and leaves his arm open for that forceful arm scissors. "Dammit," he grunts shortly before the girl starts wrenching his arm as hard as she can; that's a downright nasty arm scissors, and Kyle is mentally kicking himself in the head for getting put in it. He should know better, as a Haggar fan.
The next little while, of course, is spent trying to pull his arm /out/ of Ayame's tight grip; he definitely doesn't have an easy time of it, but he does have one option that probably will seem way less intelligent after he does it. Rearing his head back, he tries to spit right in her face, hoping it'll stun her /mentally/ and weaken her grip enough to get out of the punishing hold.
Pressure points and limb manipulation are things Ayame has been picking up on as she's faced different fighters over time and landing Kyle in the classic seemed easy to her, the girl having no idea what he had /intended/ to do. And unlike when colleagues fight and efforts are made to avoid hyper extending a limb to the point where long term damage might be caused, the violent fighter has no qualms pulling Kyle's arm as taut as possible. The sounds of stretching ligaments or joints pushed to the straining point just means the fight's going her way, as it should. "Too easy, you should've ran..."
But his response proves... to work just fine in terms of getting out of his predictament as he spits in Ayame's face. No stranger to falling back to dirty tricks on unsuspecting opponents, it still seems to catch the strawberry-blonde off guard when they're done /to/ her. "Ack," the girl gasps, her hands releasing from Kyle's wrists as she pushes off with her feet to roll into a crouch, her right arm coming up to wipe the cloth over her forearm across her face once quickly.
"Dumb move," she hisses, both of her hands lowering to her belt to pull out two butterfly knives from hidden sheaths, the razor sharp weapons flipped open practically instantly. She's already leaping back toward him, a blur of red and black as she tries to catch him before he has time to get back up himself. The thrown knife earlier may not have plunged into his chest like she had intended, but the knife in her left hand just might as the girl swings it in, blade first, attempting to sink it in. The tricky one to watch out for though is her right hand as she takes an extra step forward to the side and hooks her arm around a little, attempting to sink that knife into Kyle's side, just above the waist - aiming for a kidney perhaps. If both strikes land, the girl will finish the combination off by sweeping his feet out from under him and pulling the two knifes back in an attempt to avoid getting too rooted in close.
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kyle with Assault and Battery.
- Power hit! -
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Kyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
Both knives find their marks, and Kyle pays for his impertinence; sinking in deep, the blades spill Kyle's precious vital fluids across the alleyway, and then a second later leave two more distinct marks as Kyle lands face-down and keeps right on bleeding. "Nngh... maybe it /was/ kind of dumb," he groans, as he starts to roll away from Ayame, trying to figure out how to deal with people like her. He's a lot better at taking down bricks.
Slowly pulling himself up off the ground, Kyle tries to figure out a plan of attack; the only thing that's seemed to really work is high-speed strikes... ... which might be a good idea to try again, come to think of it. Taking a few unsure steps forward, KT looks down toward that tire iron, still gripped in his hands... and decides that now might be a /really/ good time to use it.
There are only so many ways to use a bent tire iron as a weapon -- fortunately, all of them hurt, so Kyle doesn't have to spend too long choosing between them. Stepping in toward the young thug-girl, KT jabs the weapon out toward her throat, then swings it up full-speed to clock her in the jaw, wordlessly.
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Kyle's Medium Strike.
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Kyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
Sweeping Kyle to the ground gives the vicious girl time to back up and evaluate, watching him get back up with the gasping pain he has to cope with now. Evidence of her successful strikes drips from the ends of her knives - red blood of yet another victim. His steps forward are a little hesitant and unsure. "Face it, I'm too much for you, boy," the girl smirks, confidence staying at its always high level when she's taking apart an opponent like this.
The tire iron certainly hasn't been forgotten by Ayame. In fact, it's something she's been paying close attention to the whole time, knowing full well that something like that could do a real number on her. As Kyle swings in, Ayame twists to the side enough for the outward jab and then ducks her head to avoid the follow up swing that might have very well broken her jaw. The two knifes are flipped closed and re-sheathed in the process of moving.
"Too slow!" she laughs, her voice echoing off the cold alley wall as she steps in close to him and jams her knee up, attempting to crush it into Kyle's chest... aiming for that still bleeding wound? You bet'cha. If she sinks the hit, she'll take advantage of his likely shakey stance to reach out with both of her hands and get a grip on both of Kyle's ears, clearly setting up for something else unpleasant..
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kyle with Light Kick.
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Kyle 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Ayame
Kyle is just getting deconstructed from top to bottom. No matter how he comes at the girl, she just keeps on getting out of the way of every strike she doesn't preempt. Not getting in a lot of offense is no way to win a fight, and that knee strike definitely keeps him from putting out a lot of offense. He doubles over in pain as she hammers that wound, making it easy for her to grab those ears tightly.
Now, Kyle has no idea what she could conceivably /do/ with a grip on his ears, or why she'd bother with that when she seems to have a very good grasp on more standard holds and locks, but he does know that it's no place for him to be. The young man at first thinks the best move would be to pull back, break her grip (however painfully) and keep striking... but then he realizes that's probably what she expects.
What /wouldn't/ she expect? Well, a headbutt seems like a good first step. Pushing forward with all of his might, Travers tries to bowl Ayame over and then -- well, it's not very /elegant/, but in a move that's likely to be highly /effective/, begins slamming fists into her over and over again.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter Savage Combo from Kyle with Random Weapon.
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Kyle 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Ayame
It's hard to say what Ayame had in mind, the girl shifting gears constantly to react and attack in any number of directions. And as Kyle lunges forward, it might be just what the girl has in mind as she takes a step back and pulls hard on his ears with the intent to introduce him head first into a wooden crate.
But Metro's hero is sturdier on his feet than she took him for, managing to plow the feather weight clean off her feet and onto her back. She doesn't lie still for long though, not having really landed too terribly hard, and immediately starts to try and squirm her way out - that's when the punchings start, knocking the girl too fiercely for her to be able to get away. The first couple provoke sharp cries of pain as she tries to intersect each of his swings with her own arms rather unsuccessfully.
But after a number of hits land, her ability to even try to fend the young man's fists off begins to diminish as it seems he's taking the fight completely out of her with a single brutal assault.
When Kyle worries, he gets punished. When Kyle flips out and kills people like a Travers should, he is rewarded. He continues to pound on the girl a few more times before finally getting off of her, bringing himself into a slightly more defensive stance as he takes a step back. "You talk a pretty big game," he says, picking up his discarded tire iron again, cracking a smile at her. "Glad to see in the end you're just all talk like everyone else, though."
He starts to absently twirl the tire iron in his hands as he waits for Ayame to get up, keeping himself well-defended and on guard even though he thinks she's probably finished off by this point. "You gonna' get out of here now, or do you want to keep going?" He breathes in and out slowly, trying to put himself back together a little as he keeps an eye on her -- not enough for it to be that useful, but at least enough to play through a very small amount of that mounting fatigue.
COMBATSYS: Kyle focuses on his next action.
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Kyle 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Ayame
The girl doesn't move at first when Kyle finally gets back on his feet, several seconds passing before she rolls onto her side and coughs, her right hand coming up to her mouth to wipe away a streak of red from her lips. Banged up pretty bad, the girl begins to reconsider dealing with this troublesome do-gooder or just high tailing it out of there while she can still run. Would he be able to catch her if she was completely evasive?
Rolling up onto her hands and knees, Ayame coughs then spits a mouthful of blood speckled saliva to the ground beneath her before planting her foot against the ground and rising up, using the wall for support as she gets back up to standing. He taunts and asks if she's going to finally scram and Ayame glares back at him, eyes shifting between focusing on Kyle and looking over toward the end of the alleyway.
"Che," the young thug grunts dismissively, her left hand slipping down to a pouch affixed to one of her belts. Sliding the top of it open she pulls out a half foot long metal bar that she grips tightly in her left hand. A counter for his tire iron perhaps? "Just got a lucky hit, that's all," she finally smirks, standing up straight, doing her damndest to ignore a painful bruise forming over her right ribs. "Don't let it go to your head."
COMBATSYS: Ayame focuses on her next action.
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Kyle 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Ayame
Grinning back at Ayame, Kyle glances toward that short metal bar for only an instant before turning his attention back to the girl wielding it. "A lucky hit? Call it what you want, at the end of the day you're still spitting up blood," he ripostes, allowing himself a wide smirk. "Still not leavin', huh?" Tilting his head to either side, he stops twirling that tire iron around and decides that it'd probably be prudent to actually advance rather than just stand there having a Mexican standoff with the thug forever, he rushes her yet again.
This time, though, he does something that just might be a fair sight smarter than any other trick he's tried before. Tossing the tire iron into the air as a slight distraction, Travers rears his hand back, bathing it in swirls of varying-colored light as he places himself just a foot or so in front of Ayame.
The various colors eventually build into a vibrant white, and Travers pushes his hand forward as they become bright enough that Ayame might notice that the tire iron toss was /entirely/ a feint; the full ball of energy streaks forward, seeking to stagger her and send her stumbling back.
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Kyle's Charge Punch.
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Kyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Ayame
It's hard to trash talk when you're idly wondering if one of your teeth has a crack in it, which might be why Ayame stays silent after Kyle doesn't seem too impressed with her dismissal. Brown eyes study the young man, straying to the tire iron, definitely factoring it into her actions. Considering what his fists felt like, getting hit by that thing is just going to be murder.
"We'll see who's talking in a moment, won't we," the girl replies. And then up goes the tire iron with the intent of drawing her attention. The thing is, Ayame plays the same trick all the time with her knives, so while she is paying attention to its lazy trajectory and making sure to sidestep it before it becomes a free hit on the top of her head, her real attention is on Kyle and his incoming strike.
Bringing up her arms, the girl braces for the ball of energy that strikes her, having sensed Kyle's build up of chi moments before the projectile was unleashed. Combating it with her own aura comes at a price and she's a little winded as a result, but other than slipping back a foot before recovering her balance, she seems to have fared okay.
It's about that moment that she takes another step backward and releases the bar... allowing it to fall to the ground where it lands with a rattle. But Kyle better not dismiss it because as Ayame's right hand swings forward, the bar suddenly jumps to life, connected to a wire thin cable wrapped around her fingers. Up into the air the weapon hurtles, flying out at an angle that wouldn't suggest any chance of striking the young man. Until Ayame pulls her right hand hard to the left, changing its trajectory into a horizontal swing through the air that may very well strike him in the side of the head.
COMBATSYS: Kyle overcomes Medium Fling from Ayame with Power Fling.
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Kyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Ayame
Stepping back and catching the tire iron in one smooth motion, seemingly working entirely on ridiculous, dramatic timing, Travers watches Ayame drop what seems like her primary advantage at this point to the ground. Instantly, he knows that she's got something planned, and he steps back -- just in time to see that little bar start flying /toward/ him. Fortunately, he reacts quickly, stepping back and getting ready to knock the dart aside...
... and suddenly finding that it's coming at him from a drastically different angle than he'd expect. Thinking fast, Travers cocks his hand a little farther back and then just /whips/ the tire iron forward, knocking the rope dart off course. The tire iron definitely seems to overpower the small projectile, continuing right toward the thug.
The younger Travers does his brother's characteristic shrug in the second he has to sass. "You know, the less you talk, the better it seems like you do," he says, giving the thug a winning smile. "Can't walk and chew gum either?"
COMBATSYS: Kyle successfully hits Ayame with Power Fling.
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Kyle 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Ayame
*CRACK* At last Ayame gets beaned by that tire iron she was dreading the whole time. Her rope born projectile knocked clean off course by Kyle's quick thinking, the long haired girl is wide open as the weapon smashes right into her forehead, slamming her back hard against the wall behind her back. Ugh. That's one hell of a fast ball...
She hears his smug taunting, but with the blood running down her forhead and down the side of her nose from an unsightly gash left by the tire iron, the girl isn't really one for talking right now. Face red with pain and the first saves of a killer headache, the young Blackjack operative starts to slip down against the wall, "S-shut up," comes the only sound from her lips besides haggard breathing. Not so sassy with a head wound, it would seem.
But finally it comes, the girl pushing off from the wall to charge Kyle at full speed, as if not even slowed down by the injuries she'd sustained thus far. At first it seems her hands are empty, but by the time she's close there's a flare of bright, violent red energy coursing along a long metal pole in her hands. He would remember it well from their arena fight. Her right foot stomps down just inside of Kyle's feet and the first swing comes -
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kyle with Final Solstice.
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Kyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Ayame
And then it comes. A rapid swing of that staff, landing strike after strike, each impact accompanied by a flare up of the heated, explosive energy coursing along it. The girl knows where to strike to tear the fight out of someone, aiming for joints such as elbows and knees, bashes over the head and one final triple uppercut of strikes that take the two into the air before her strength is spent and both fighters are left to drop to the floor of the alleyway.
Ayame lands in a crouch, her right hand pressed against the ground, her left hand holding her staff out at her side. Wobbling, it doesn't look like she has hardly anything left to give after that.
Travers finds himself on the receiving end of one of the most spectacular beatdowns he's received in his life. Every swing of Ayame's staff rains down on him, grinding the younger Travers down into the dirt with harsh, crushing blows that, frankly, even Kyle just can't take. As the thug carries him up into the air with that last nasty set of uppercuts, Kyle grits his teeth and tries to tough through it.
Landing with a sickening thud, Travers arches his back and does a surprisingly quick kip-up, running on pure adrenaline. He closes his eyes for a second, trying to figure out a perfect counter to what Ayame just did, some way to capitalize on her wobbling, weakened state, a way to put her down and tell her flat out that this city won't put up with the kind of stuff she's trying to pull.
It all starts with a quick, wordless backfist, a whirling strike with Kyle's knuckles that might catch Ayame a little off guard. It seems Kyle is more than happy, for now, to shut up and focus.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter Final Destruction from Kyle with Bright Renewal.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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And then it begins. If there's one trick Kyle learned from his older brother, it's how to keep an opponent standing with punches. The first punch should knock Ayame just a /little/ off her feet in just the right way, and from there, it's a hail of punches. The next is a swift uppercut with the other hand, designed to destroy Ayame's focus; from there, the punches start to blur together as they add up. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Fifty. A hundred. Kyle is completely relentless in defense of Metro City.
Eventually, he finishes the combo with one final, crushing blow to Ayame's breastbone, probably sending her flying a few feet back with raw force.
The staff beating delivered, Ayame pushes herself slowly back up to standing, gasping for breath, the red glow that illuminated the darkness of the alley a moment ago fading away as she no longer channels any further energy into her long metal weapon.
"I'm feeling charitable, I'll let you get a head start running," she wheezes, not even pretending to sound like a convincing bluff. She's smart enough to know when it's readily apparent she hasn't the strength to back up her bravado. But Kyle isn't looking to run, he's looking to finish this, having already given the girl her chance to flee. "I promise I won't tell all your friends that you ra-" she starts, continuing to run her mouth. Maybe it's how she knows she's still conscious, when she can hear her own voice yapping. But she never even gets to finish the sentence as Kyle's backfist strikes her before she can mount any kind of defense.
Knocked to the side with a spray of blood and spittle, there's no hope of her recovering in any sense of the word to defend hersel from the onslaught to follow, each strike dishing out far more pain than she was in any condition to weather. The uppercut knocks her head back with a pained cry and then the assault becomes a blur, each individual strike melding into the next one as her body is subjected to the strikes of Metro's guardian.
The final blow more than takes the girl clean off her feet as Ayame strikes the brick wall she was so enjoying slamming her rescued victim against earlier, her staff falling from her fingers to drop to the ground only to be followed by its owner seconds later as Ayame face plants silently.
Kyle might find himself left with precious time to enjoy his victory, however, as outside of the alley there is a squeal of several breaks and skidding tires as multiple vehicles pull up. Ayame's 'backup', as it were, the girl having left that cell phone she was using on in speaker mode the entire fight. The intent had been to beat Kyle and have him all packaged up by the time the Blackjack men showed up in order to haul him off and teach him a lesson about interfering in other people's business. But as it stands, she'll just have to be grateful she's probably going to get a quick lift to medical treatment instead of bleeding to death in some dark alley.
If there's one thing Travers knows how to do, it's run. Sometimes he's got to run from crooked cops, sometimes he has to run from thugs, sometimes he has to run from his brother -- but he definitely knows how to run, and as such, when Ayame's backup arrives, Kyle immediately knows what to do. He's made his point, and frankly, he's too injured to make /more/ of a point.
"Good," he hisses at Ayame's prone form just before he starts to beat feet. "Glad to see you've got an audience. Get out." And with that, he starts running. He should probably check up on the guy Ayame was beating on, but he knows he's not liable to die. No one gets beaten to death the first time; they need a payoff. So right now, KT concerns himself with... well... KT.
COMBATSYS: Kyle has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:14:34 01/03/2008 by Ayame, and last modified on 13:18:29 04/26/2008.