Description: Les Mis! Les Mis! French General (Kain) vs lowly french peasant (Ayame) and haughty moustache-wearing baguette man (Krizalid)! A fight that shows that you always stick to the script, as Kain demolishes everybody! Nerf him! Nerf him now! (WINNER: KAIN)
Musicals. Kain's choices for entertainment are generally a bit more highbrow, nad often in line with the kinds of things that are more usually put on in the opera house. Which isn't to say that Kain doesn't enjoy some less refined entertainments from time to time. He's generally not a participant in such things, though. And almost never in costume. Still, at least most of the uniform of a Napoleonic officer is fairly dignified. Except for the hats. What the hell was up with those hats?
Kain does have the presence to pull off a military uniform, at least, though his Germanic blood and blond hair don't lend themselves particularly well to portraying a /French/ officer. Still, he looks imposing in his uniform. And the saber at his side isn't a prop, even if he's not generally one to make use of swords. It could be useful, and he's quite confident in his ability to make it no longer useful if somebody should try taking it from him.
For the time being, Heinlein is standing backstage, arms crossed, peering out onto the stage from the wings while he waits for the fight scene to be reached. Up until now, the show has been pretty standard, aside from the front few rows being roped off. Wouldn't do to have people getting injured. Occasionally a member of the crew approaches Heinlein, but the ones who don't have anything important to say are pretty quick to move on after a brief glance from Kain.
Dressed like a rabble rousing rebel, Ayame is clothed from head to toe in loose, brown, baggy clothing with a dopy hat that has her long, strawberry-blonde hair hanging out from behind it. She has a number of pockets, bags, and pouches on her person. She's actually on the stage as things progress as the cast was down a couple extra fodder for the battle scenes and the girl proved to have a high aptitude for learning the stage directions quickly.
A rebel at heart, she takes to the role easily enough. Swashbuckling with the other actors with maybe a bit too much skill as she ends up disarming a few of them at awkward moments, forcing the other cast members to scramble for their weapons unexpectedly.
Little by little the 'chaff' gets carved away as the other extras get cut down in cold blood by the French military. It's a losing battle for the rebels, and before long there will be only a few left to try to carry the fight for freedom against the oppresive French Officer, Kain Heinlein!
Playing the part of a rebel is something that the Irishman knows full well how to do. In fact, he's probably spent his entire life rebelling against authority; he just doesn't remember it!
The show goes on, on-stage. It's rapidly approaching that time where the players for the war most go on, sing and dance their hearts out in theatrical combat, and then the revolutionaries must fall before the might of the French Legions!
"Oh, this will be ever so exciting," Krizalid speaks, seemingly just one of the many stage performers due to go out there on the side of the rebellion and sell the defeat with the utmost gusto. He bounces on his feet, arms somewhat flapping at his sides, his eagerness readily apparent.
Yet despite the rules of the fight, he is not wearing a costume; he wears his NESTS-issued fluffy boa jacket, his face half-swallowed by the high collar of the garment. Even when he's shoved on stage and the fight begins, he remains in the WRONG uniform, which garners a fierce buzz of whispers from the audience.
The fight goes on though, Ayame proving more than capable of doing the wrong things; but little by little, the rebels are driven back, back, back! And Krizalid just stands there as the actors bounce to and fro, still hopping up and down on his feet.
There might be something wrong with this guy.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Kain has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Kain 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
Well, it looks like the army isn't going to need much assistance in order to win... But of course, if Kain doesn't come out it won't make for much of a battle. And if Krizalid and Ayame were to just start fighting anyway, well, the rebels would probably win rather handily. Luckily for the story, Kain is preparing to make his way out onto the stage, providing the actors with a fighting chance.
Kain won't be speaking, or singing, any lines (at least not scripted ones), but never let it be said that he's without a sense of drama. Heinlein glances at some of the props backstage, then slowly smiles as he glances out toward Ayame and Krizalid. A few moments later a prop cannon rolls out onto the stage, along with the 'French' officer. All the actors glance over at his entrance, highlighting the importance of the moment. He raises his right hand, and a few sparks of black flame flicker off his fingers. Then the cannon erupts with an explosion of black flame, sending a fireball racing across the stage toward Krizalid's chest. Luckily the one actor who was in the way was smart enough to sidestep when he saw the artillery rolling out.
Sword fighting with two of the French troops extras at the same time even with one of them behind her back, the girl barely seems to be paying any attention to them as she spins, parries, deflects, and hops. "This is pretty fun," she mentions to one of the French soldiers with way too big of a smile, damaging the serious, dramatic nature of the pivotal scene in the production. But compared to the fluffy coat wearing guy on stage, there's really only so much harm she can do, right?
But now the tide is turning against the hapless insurgents as Kain rolls out with the artilary. Ayame kicks one of the soldiers out of her way as she shifts her focus toward Heinlein, taking the older fighter in at a glance. So that's the guy her boss is doing business with lately, eh? Looks formidable enough, that's for sure.
Hn, the girl muses, watching the experienced veteran for a moment. Well, she might as well start this off with something flashy. Tossing the sword up into a lazy arc through the air toward Kain, Ayame charges the elite fighter, slipping a sharp butterfly knife into her left hand. With a spin, the girl slashes out toward the uniformed officer's chest before catching the falling sword with her right hand mid-spin and slashing out with that one next. "En garde!" chirps the teen fighter.
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Krizalid with Schwarze Flame.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
It certainly is difficult for the NESTS Agent to simply enjoy himself on stage, flapping his arms in his splendid coat, when the Frenchman arrives and fires a cannon at him. Unaware of this fact, Krizalid continues to bounce, until he notices that the guy in front of him has stepped to the side.
"Hey, where are you going?" he questions, only for those beady black eyes to swivel, noticing the approaching ball of flame.
Thus, Krizalid spreads his arms wide, accepting the blast.
And what a blast it proves to be. As it hits the Irishman, he bursts into flames, his coat dissolving into fine ash. A worried man in the crowd leaps to his feet, edging down his aisle as the rest of the audience takes in the theatrics; "Good Lord, he's on fire! Smother him with a coat! I'm a doctor!"
But his worry is needless. A peal of laughter breaches the flames. Lifting a hand, Krizalid snaps his fingers; the flames that cover him are smothered, and he's left looking somewhat more tanned, but now dressed in the clothing of a rebel; shaggy beret, a fake moustache, and a baguette over one shoulder.
"A hon hon!" he laughs, putting on his best French accent. "Where yo curly moustache?!" he demands of Kain, a burst of speed closing the gap even as Ayame does the same thing. He leaps into the air, his body twisting as he drives a gauntleted fist right for Kain's throat. Yes, even poor French rebels wear tipped gauntlets!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kain with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Kain 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Kain blocks Krizalid's Cut Spin.
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Kain 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
Kain doesn't even attempt to draw his sword as Ayame comes charging in toward him, although it might, perhaps, have been a good idea. The butterfly knife slides along a rib, and then the sword makes a nice diagonal slices through Kain's uniform, blood welling up beneath. And yet, he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, not even flinching. He does, however, move when Krizalid throws a punch at him, letting the gauntled fist slam into his forearm. His eyes are still on Ayame however.
As Kain blocked Krizalid with his right arm, his left is still free. There's little wind up to the blow; Kain's arm simply goes from hanging at his side to propelling his fist out and slightly upwards toward Ayame's stomach. Not that this makes it any more pleasant to be hit by. Blue chi surrounds his hand as he lashes out, adding more force to the blow than Kain's physical strength could accomplish.
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Kain's Medium Punch.
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Kain 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
The two slashes delivered, Ayame completes her second spin, coming out of the whirling momentum facing directly toward Kain. She was lucky to get the two bladed strikes in but she isn't about to test her speed against Heinlein's in close like this. "Well, it was nice meeting you, but I must get going!"
The remark comes just before she crouches and backflips away, avoiding his energy infused punch by a fraction of an inch as she comes down closer to the center of the stage and strikes a bit of pose with her sword and little knife. The knife she flips closed and slides back into her belt while the sword she flips down to the ground and plants into the stage with a wobble.
Reaching into a pouch at her side, the girl pulls out a half foot long metal tube. Spinning it once, the innocuous looking object expands into a full six foot long metal staff which Ayame plants against her shoulder. "Enough playing with props," she mutters as she settles into a ready stance behind the sturdier weapon.
COMBATSYS: Ayame focuses on her next action.
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Kain 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
"Oh!" the Irishman sounds as his fist is blocked by the forearm of Kain. His fist remains there, held against the forearm, as he continues to press forward -- almost as if he could simply press his way through the arm, and finally catch the fighter in the throat!
With their mutual opponent striking at Ayame though, Krizalid seeks to capitalize. The fist pulls back, and drives forward once more. "Oh!" he sounds again.
And again, the fist pulls back, only to drive forward; he really wants to hit Kain in the throat, it seems! "Oh!" And then his fist pulls back...
"Oh!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
One punch after another, that's what the rebellious Krizalid offers Kain, seemingly buying Ayame the time she needs to swap weapons! Really, he's just being aggressive.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Kain with Strong Punch.
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Kain 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
There is one good side to this for Kain; getting hit repeatedly by Krizalid is enough to knock that stupid hat off. It doesn't have much other than that to recommend it, however. That first punch to the throat is enough to set him up for repeated hits to the face and chest, along with the sound effects supplied by Krizalid. Finally, however, Kain manages to stagger back out of range. Could the rebels win!?
Well, not if Kain has anything to say about it. And Krizalid's not the only one who can go for the throat. But when Kain lashes out at the Irishman, he doesn't do so with a punch. His right hand snaps out, attempting to snare Krizalid by the throat with an iron grip... and squeeze. As if that wasn't bad enough, black flame erupts from his hand, a large enough blaze to engulf the man's entire head.
With each bold 'Oh!' the orchestra provides a timely cacophony of sound, the director getting into the mood of the best fight sequence this musical has seen since opening here. "The blood looks particularly convincing this time around," remarks one critic. "Good show."
As the stage lighting shifts to a more red hue to highlight the more dramatic nature of the battle Ayame's metal staff ignites with a red, flickering aura to match it as she channels energy into the titanium pole. Kain goes for Krizalid this time and Ayame sprints forward, intending to give the German born French officer a taste of a blitzkrieg as she zips forward from his side.
A few yards out and Ayame leaps up into a small jump, swinging the crimson colored staff around over head before bringing it crashing down toward Kain's shoulder. Given the chance she'll follow up with a swing for the back of his legs next before finishing with a second leap forward to crack it down toward the top of his head with a forward flip. Should any strikes connect, each one will be accompanied by a small explosion of chi.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid stops Schwarze Schleife from Kain with Typhon's Rage - Reflect.
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Kain 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Krizalid
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|-------\-------\0 Ayame
The rebels may well be gaining an edge. For the part of the baguette slinging Irishman, it seems that his gauntlet is indeed good for knocking some sense into Kain; attacking the taller, more muscled, much more handsome Krizalid is the saner course of action!
Or is it?!
That hand grasps his throat, attempting the squeeze and the subsequent burst of flame; but Krizalid suddenly smiles.
Winds whip up between them, heavily laced with chi; sickles of it rise before the flames can take off the Irishman's head, negating the sudden burst from Kain in its entirely. At the same time, he breaks the grip on his throat, leaping backwards.
No damage done, no harm taken. "Oh, he so Pringles!" Krizalid seems very pleased, waving his arms for a moment as Ayame flails about with her staff.
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kain with Requiem For Fallen Blossoms.
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Kain 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Krizalid
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Kain's hand clenches into a fist as it suddenly finds itself without a throat to squeeze. And then there's Ayame coming up behind him. The explosive strikes slam into Kain, though even the one to his legs isn't enough to knock him down. It is, however, enough to make him stumble forward a few steps. He recovers fairly quickly, however... and in fact, the 'stumble' brings him just a bit closer to Krizalid, so it might have been intentional.
A few more steps after that and Kain is suddenly moving much more smoothly, striding toward the Irishman before planting one foot firmly on the floor. Real officer's uniforms probably wouldn't allow this freedom of motion, but Kain made a point of having this one tailored for fighting. And so he's able to swing his right foot up and around, aiming to drive an explosive kick right into the side of Krizalid's head.
The series of rapid strikes delivered, Ayame lands on her feet after the final swing with a quiet exhale. The red aura channeled along her staff begins to diminish as she no longer focuses on maintaining it. A quick inspection of the suited officer indicates he wasn't particularly harmed by her small assault. Though that doesn't really come as much surprise. There's only so much the girl can do against the likes of one of the most elite in the league. At least her partner seems to be made of tough stuff.
Hopping back a little the girl glances up toward the hot stage lights overhead, squinting to make out any other options hanging around up there. "Hn." Reaching into one of the pouches at her side the girl pulls out a small throwing knife. One which she immediately hurls up into the rafters above with pin point aim.
The result is a small brick wall plummeting down toward Kain at neckbreak speeds. Fortunately, it isn't real bricks but rather a foam and wooden construct, so it isn't the most frightening thing in the world. Still... "For France!" the girl pipes up with a fist pump. She could really get into this musical stuff. Hopefully they're all this violent!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Kain's Strong Kick.
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Kain 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
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Boot to the head! That's what Krizalid can see coming his way, as Kain breaches the gap and comes for him. Even as Ayame once more launches herself into the breath, the Irishman has that foot to deal with.
And willingly, he takes it in the temple.
It's a dizzying, hurtful blow. It rattles his senses, sends his brain spinning within his skull. His mind reels, but his body does not. The lurch to one side is halted, as the genetic imperfection within him tips the balance back in his favor.
This musical, this play, this opera; whatever it's meant to be, it's definitely about to get more violent. Krizalid's arms spread wide, and he bursts into flame right before Kain. Stolen genetics allow such, the Kusanagi flames that he has been spliced with spreading a set of fiery wings from his shoulder blades and out to each side.
Still alight, his hands snap out, seeking Kain's shoulders--!!
COMBATSYS: Kain dodges Ayame's Medium Fling.
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Kain 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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COMBATSYS: Kain just-defends Krizalid's End of Eden!
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Kain 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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|=------\-------\0 Ayame
Kain watches the knife fly up toward the rafters, and what's to come next is easy enough to guess. Well, not the exact nature of what will come falling down, but that something will. With a wave of his hand, the cannon gives one last hurrah, launching another explosion of black flame out to knock the falling props off to the far corner of the stage. Unfortunately, it's a bit more than the cannon can handle. It blows apart, sending one flaming wheel spinning out over the audience. Luckily it clears the seats, shattering against the far wall.
That still, however, leaves Krizalid for Kain to deal with. Kusanagi flames are pretty strong... but Kain has dealt with the real deal before. His own hands erupt into black flame as he reaches out, matching Krizalid's motion and locking hands with him. A grin crosses his face as the black fire flares up, and Krizalid's wings are suddenly snuffed out. But Kain's aren't. And they're suddenly combined with crushing force as Heinlein begins squeezing his grip on Krizalid's hands. The presence of the gauntlets does not seem to be deterring him. The flames just get a bit higher as Heinlein focuses more power into his hands.
Snapping her fingers as the stage stuff is blasted away by the cannon in an unfortunate collision of props gone wild, Ayame is forced once again to consider attacking the veteran fighter.
But she's more than happy to wait for the collision between the two superior fighters to play out for a moment before darting back into that mix. Kain snuffs out Krizalid's assault with rather depressing effectiveness. It's not a good day to be a rebel. "Che. Too much like the real deal," she mutters, straightening her floppy brown hat just before it almost slips off the back of her head.
Tightening her grip on the metal polearm, Ayame charges forward once again, leaping boldly at the French leader with an overhead smash, trying to chop it down against his shoulder with a solid crack with little regard for her own safety with the wreckless charge with an accompanying un French battle call. "HIIIIYAAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Kain's Medium Throw.
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Kain 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
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It's rather shocking for the Irishman to have his greatest, most potent attack, simply dispensed with in such a fashion. His hands are met and held, and right on the cusp of calling Kain a rather derogatory name, he whips his hands back before they're fully crushed by the chi-laced fire.
"Scoops," he mumbles, dancing back, letting Ayame back into frame with her swinging polearm. Dancing back, his raggy clothing sways as he spends a moment shaking his hand. There was considerable effort behind his attack, and it was dispensed with so effortlessly by Kain.
But frustration, that isn't something that the Irishman knows.
Instead he spreads his arms wide. "MAKE IT RAIN!" he shouts the words.
The audience gasps at how realistically the set designers have made the sudden onslaught of sickle-like wind appear. It lances out, spinning, cutting furiously, fully intent on driving Kain towards unconsciousness!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kain with Medium Strike.
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Kain 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
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COMBATSYS: Kain blocks Krizalid's Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Kain 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Krizalid
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Ayame's weapon smashes into Kain's shoulder, but any cracking sounds are more likely to come from the weapon itself than Kain. Sure, it's painful, but it doesn't manage to knock him to his knees. His legs do wobble for a moment, however. Evidence of increasing strain. And then there's the wind. Kain crosses his arms, blocking the worst of it, though the sleeves of his uniform get a number of slices through the material, turning even more of the outfit to rags.
The Irishman is still Kain's target, however... He has no desire to take a clean hit from Krizalid while attempting to get Ayame to hold still long enough to deal with her. Though dealing with her is certainly on his to-do list. Kain gestures toward Krizalid in a dramatic fashion, extending one hand palm out. There's a flare of blue light from his palm and he then closes his hand into a fist. It's unclear just what's happening... Unless Krizalid looks offstage behind him, where a mass of chi is forming. It wouldn't do for the cannonball to come out of Kain's hand, right? But there is some more artillery coming, and a bit bigger this time, as a massive swirling orb of blue chi rushes in from offstage, sending actors scattering as it races toward Krizalid's back.
Though she's trying to distract Kain a little, there isn't a whole lot the girl can do to slow someone like him down. If he wants to go after Krizalid, then go after Krizalid he will, no matter what kind of stunt she tries to pull. Landing after her leaping strike, she lifts her hand to wipe across her forehead. "No wonder the rebels lost the war, they didn't have living tanks on their side. Jeez."
Releasing her staff with her right hand she undoes the clasp of an extra belt around her waist, sliding off a six for long coiled up cable-whip. Cracking it out ot the side once to test its tension she steps forward to close the distance between her and Heinlein before lashing out swiftly with the nimble weapon.
Targeting his neck as the only place on his body she figures is at all capable of being affected by the strength she can mount, she attempts to ensnare him long enough to give him a swift yank backward as he advances on her partner for this bout. Afterward she's quick to release the whip entirely, however, rather than risk having him pull her right back at him with his superior strength. That's happened just a few too many times for her to fall for that!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Kain's Himmlische Seele.
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Kain 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
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It's all very weird. There Krizalid is, sending those winds into the crossed arms of Kain... and then... nothing?! Kain just points an arm at home and closes his fist?!
"Scoops?" he questions, but then he feels it coming behind him. He turns, right in time to see the approaching ball of chi. "Scoops!" the Irishman laments, lifting his arms to meet the orb. It smashes into him, the chi exploding rather messily; his baguette is torn in half, no simple feat, and his beret is lost in the wash of energy that cascades across his body.
Sent hurtling backwards, it just so happens that he's hurtling towards Kain. Ayame will have to watch her step as the Agent closes the gap, bouncing off of the orb with a vile intent; to catch Kain with his hands once more! Surely he can get those manly shoulders this time around--!!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has reached second wind!
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Kain 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kain with Medium Throw.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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COMBATSYS: Kain dodges Krizalid's Desperate Overdrive.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
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Having a length of cable wrapped around his neck is not something Kain particularly enjoys. He might be able to do something about it, but it's certainly enough to at least momentarily hold him off from advancing on Krizalid. This actually winds up working in Kain's favor, as Krizalid is getting launched toward him. The chi blast fades away, but the momentum is still enough to keep the man from NESTS flying on toward Heinlein. Having a little extra room gives Kain the time necessary to step to the side and out of the direct path of Krizalid's flight.
He doesn't step quite as far as one might expect, however. With the time he had, one might expect Kain to get well out of the way. But if he did that, he wouldn't have the opportunity to take advantage of Krizalid being in mid-flight. As he steps back and out of the way, Kain swings his right leg up, an aura of blue energy surrounding his foot. He's timing it with the intention of driving a kick into Krizalid's torso right as the man comes up alongside him.
While armored batallions may not have factored into the French Revolutionary times, with the way Kain just wanders wherever he pleases in the course of this battle it just might feel like tanks were every bit a real factor in nineteenth century warfare. The whip released, Ayame exhales as Kain continues on after Krizalid. He's prove to be a very tenacious rebel, to say the least!
Her hand comes down to her right sleeve and the girl draws back the baggy, brown fabric to reveal a small contraption strapped to her forearm. As the 'wings' expand, the device appears to be a small crossbow. The rebels probably didn't have such nifty mechanisms to draw upon during their ill fated battle against the French army. But imagine if they did?!
Taking aim, Ayame tightens her right hand, pressing the trigger hidden beneath the tattered leather glove covering that hand, unloading the single bolt the crossbolt holds off toward Kain's back as he takes another opportunity to strike out for Krizalid. Not the strongest attack in the world, but the tip is laced with a bit of mild nerve poison. Not anything that will do much to a fighter's constitution, but it may slow Kain down for something like a millionth of a second. Ayame is hoping for the best here.
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Krizalid with Medium Kick.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
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Yeah, it's really just not Krizalid's day. Even as he lunges for those shoulders, his suit zaps him -- the suit that's beneath the delightful ragamuffin exterior he's presently wearing. It brings a grunt from the Irishman, whose eyes snap wide once more -- only to be staring down the barrel of Kain's boot.
An attempt to dodge just doesn't work. It catches him in the middle, the chi-covered boot driving deep into his middle. His mouth goes wide, and spit flies as the wind is knocked out of him. The second wind, that is.
It seems that Ayame is destined to fight this battle on her own; there's no stopping the French army this day! The play may well complete as intended! Gathering what little he has left, the Agent snaps his gloved hand out, aiming to catch Kain by the throat one final time.
The rest is really rather elementary, save for his cry;
"Scoops! Haagen-Dazs!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Kain blocks Ayame's Thrown Object.
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Kain 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Kain with Chokeslam.
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Kain 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Ayame
Despite the noise on the stage, Kain is still able to make out the clicks of Ayame's crossbow unfolding. Such sounds are easy to miss, but the consequences of doing so can often be dire, thus making it a good idea to pay attention. So Kain knows the bolt is coming, and he's fast enough to spin around, grabbing it right out of the air. Unfortunately, pulling off such a technique cleanly is easier said than done. The tip of the bolt digs into Kain's palm, his grip having closed around it just a fraction of a second too soon. It's fairly difficult for anyone other than Kain to notice the wound, however, as he's already gotten rather bloody. And then Krizalid draws the attention away from that by surging up one more time, grabbing Kain by the throat and slamming him into the floor of the stage.
And Kain goes down. Have the rebels won? Have they managed to defeat the might of the French army?! The movements of Kain's shoulders say no, as he pushes himself up, then climbs back to his feet. Even bloody, with rips and tears all over his uniform, he still manages to look at least somewhat dignified. The very serious manner in which he begins stalking toward Ayame probably helps with that. And, showing once more that bit of flair for drama, Kain draws his sword as he approaches. But that's not enough, oh no. Black flame runs from Kain's hand, engulfing the blade as he moves it into position. And then he lunges toward Ayame, slashing at her with the sword. The blade itself doesn't reach her, but that's not necessary. The shroud of fire around it extends the reach of the weapon, and those flames are a much more dangerous weapon in Kain's hands than a piece of metal could be.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to interrupt Schwarz Cutter from Kain with Harvest's Reaper.
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Kain 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Ayame
Krizalid falls to Kain's strike but doesn't go down without one last tackle to remember him by. Left alone as Heinlein turns on her, the small fighter braces behind her staff, gripping it tightly as she evaluates his approach. The hope against hope is to slip in through his attack once he's too committed to defend himself easily.
Unfortunately that involves taking a brazen leap into the searing flames the Officer weilds, the desperate rebel taking her best shot as she charges forward, her own weapon igniting with a flickering red aura not unlike before. Teeth gritted, the girl spins the staff up, attempting to plow through the force Kain weilds...
Only to find out first hand just how painful Krizalid's experiences with the elite fighter were as she's blasted back easily by the strength of Kain's attack. Gasping, Ayame lands on her back, rolling a couple of times before coming to a rest. Hissing, the injured rebel rises up to her feet all the same, trying to stand defiant, hands still holding onto her polearm, trying to ignore the way one metal tip actually glows, an after affect of being super heated by Kain's power.
For the moment, Kain seems to be planning on continuing his use of the weapon, as he advances yet again on Ayame. It can probably only stand being a focus for Kain's chi for so long before falling to pieces, but for the moment the sword seems to be hanging together. And it provides Kain with some extra reach without having to put his limbs in the way of Ayame's weapon. True, he could probably handle her quite well without it, but it would be foolish to not use the advantage when he went to the trouble of arranging it.
Of course, swordplay isn't a major element of Kain's preferred fighting style. It is, however, something generally practiced by refined gentlemen, and Kain did have a well appointed upbringing. Strength, speed, and dexterity are also always useful. Kain's skills might not make him a master swordsman, but they're good enough to be a threat to Ayame. And right now that threat takes the form of an overhand slash, slicing the flaming blade down toward her collarbone. The war might be pretend, but the battle certainly is not.
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Ayame with Fierce Punch.
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Kain 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Ayame
It's not so much that she can't see the attack coming. The girl watches Kain lift the flaming blade. What kind of man is this, anyway? the relatively inexperienced fighter wonders in the split second it takes for him to 'drop the axe'. Capable of unleashing chi with every strike as if maintaining it required no effort at all. Compared to the great efforts she goes to in order to channel the stuff the apparent gulf in their ability to manipulate energy is staggering.
She does the only thing she can think to do, lifting up her staff and trying to intersect the strike with the titanium pole. But Kain's strength powers right through the attempted defense and the sword drives hard into her shoulder, crushing the girl down to the floor with undeniable force.
Gasping as she hits the ground, Ayame is still for only an instant, her body insisting that she continue fighting, even if simply via the help of pure instinct. She isn't finished yet. She can go just a little bit longer. She's got one last surprise to pull. Whirling one end up to point directly at Kain, the girl presses a small button near the center of the staff.
An sudden explosion of smoke from the end of the weapon might partially conceal the entangling web of wire-thin cabling that launches out toward Kain in an attempt to snare him at almost point blank range. And then the girl lunges forward, attempting to bludgeon the veteran fighter with her staff with a rapid series of swipes, strikes, jabs, sweeps, and slams, all in a desperate attempt to beat him down before he can brun away that netting!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Kain with Entrapment.
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Kain 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Ayame
Even with the smoke, Kain still has a fair idea of where Ayame is. Unfortunately, a bundle of cabling doesn't have much of a chi signature to track it by. And so Kain gets tangled up. Briefly, at least. But it's enough time for Ayame to attack away, driving her staff into him from various angles while he struggles to get free. And then, as the last few blows rain down, Kain stops struggling to get free. Instead he simply lifts one arm, and makes a signal that was arranged before the fight, as the producers of the show aren't stupid. All of the actors immediately begin fleeing the stage. Sure, it's a signal for Ayame as well, but she doesn't have the luxury of running away from the fight.
Black flame crackles over Kain's body, engulfing him completely. It grows so dark that there seems to be nothing but flames within the netting over Heinlein. Then those flames explode outward. Props and pieces of scenery are scattered as waves of force and flame rush out from Kain in all direction. Luckily it's a big stage, giving the attack time to disperse before it might reach the audience.
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Ayame with Himmlische Seele.
- Power hit! -
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|=======\=======\1 Ayame
It's hard to figure out where to run when the entire stage is the blast zone of Kain's next attack. If she thought he had chi spilling out of his ears before this moment, his next attack more than makes that apparent as Ayame finds herself at ground zero of the biggest chi bomb she's had the misfortune of encountering.
Awash in the firey eminations exploding out from Heinlein, the girl eventually crashes back against the edge of the stage, pummeled by wave after wave of his black flames. With consciousness slipping fast, the girl lifts her staff up, pointing it back toward the French officer, taking aim once again, this time with the opposite end.
A second net launches out for him as Ayame peels herself off the wall and gives it her best to pursue the cabling with one last, desperate attempt to repeat the assault she just gave the man. It isn't long before she ends up stumbing to the stage either way, a smoking mess. "Saa... lucky hit," she mumbles before she falls quiet.
COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Kain dodges Ayame's Entrapment.
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Kain 0/-------/-----==|
This time Kain is prepared when the smokescreen emerges. The bundle of cabling goes whistling past him, the previous one having been quite destroyed by his earlier explosion and no longer proving a hinderance. When Ayame falls, Kain takes a deep breath, though he refrains from showing any other signs of weariness or damage. Not in front of this many people. Instead he simply allows the flames surrounding his sword to snuff out, then slides it home into his scabbard. He looks out over the fallen rebels, then strides off. Exit, stage left.
COMBATSYS: Kain has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:53:38 01/25/2008 by Krizalid, and last modified on 00:42:01 01/31/2008.