Description: Someone hasn't been very good about hiding where they are - and Shadaloo's noticed. C.Jack comes calling, catching Elfa in a compromised position.
The YFCC has been known to be a 'safe haven' for some, a home away from home for others. For Elfa, it's a mix of the two. This young woman has had to make it so, in an effort to keep her father 'safe' from harm. If she knew that she was actually a Shadaloo creation, and that her 'father' was simply a plant for the inevitable questions that would arise from having a girl made to store Vega's life in the event of a crisis such as Thailand, she would probably never have snuck off to make the call to him. Instead, she poured her heart out to him, telling him that she was safe, but for his safety, she would have to stay away from home, no matter how much her mind told her she needed to be close to 'Father'.
These messages were relayed and related within Shadaloo, passed about per the instructions of Vega himself before his demise, and through Senoh as a conduit. Eventually, anyone in Shadaloo could have known that the girl was at the YFCC, that her 'hiding spot' had been given up by her own carelessness.
For now, she stays in the padded area, practicing her fighting moves against a stand up punching bag. She's dressed 'normally', a red sweater suspiciously close to the crimson color of the Leader of Shadaloo's jacket and a paif or blue jeans, cut to allow for easy movement. She throws punch after punch, strikes eerily reminiscent of the Dolls of Shadaloo. During a break, she pulls her hands through silver-black hair, retying it into the tight ponytail, and just watches the bag's swaying slow down.
It's only as safe as you make it. It wasn't made very safe. Not by the fact there was always someone looking about, watching, and then there are just some who come to do business. Walking up to the front of the YFCC, the trainer for Vega's men had a dream. A vision. Vega talked to him.
And now, C.Jack's come to pay up for him. He wanted this girl, this girl that he didn't know about. But the word spread, and even C.Jack now can tell what's up. Looking up at the entrance, it's not long after he pulls his hat down, and slides into the front.. with a bat. He's come on business. His movement through the YFCC is rather simple, slow, making progress in time.
And as Elfa strikes the bag, punch after punch, C.Jack's at the door to the area, watching the strikes. The crimson catches his eyes, and the strikes are certainly like Cammy. He had some of her own go after him.
She didn't really last long.
Stepping into the padded area, C>Jack doesn't say anything at first... but then? "Time to come home, sweetheart. Daddy's been missing you." This is probably .. not what she had hoped for today.
<There's someone three meters behind. Possible solution, spin, low rush, followup into spinning kick..> It's a curse, and a blessing. The 'voice' is always there, always reminding her of ways to attack, to leap into people. Reminding her of what she supposedly was to be, what people she'd talked with about it said. 'A weapon.'
"... You are from Father?" Elfa's grey eyes turn from the bag, putting her back to it as a slight defensive measure. There's an aura of menace here, one that her locked-down psyche can still manage to pick up on. She forces her hands to relax, looking at C.Jack with a curious, and slowly growing fearful, stare. ".. Not my father. You're from.. them, aren't you?" She looks left, right - where is everyone else?! Bad times for this to happen, to be sure! She takes a deep breath, and then shakes her head firmly, trying to offput the man with the bat. ".. Whatever you are, whoever you represent.. that is not me anymore." Her accent may make it hard to understand, but the slow transition to a fighting posture is perhaps more than any words can say.
COMBATSYS: Elfa has started a fight here.
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Elfa 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: C.Jack has joined the fight here.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elfa
That voice is something she has to live with? Well, C.Jack'll make sure there's nothing to hear when he's busy dragging her back. But first, he'd have to hit her in the head... hey, things don't get fixed easily!
But more seriously, C.Jack keeps his hat tilted infront of his face as she looks to him, the slight defensive measure, putting her back to the bah.. hey, he's going to let her do as she wants for the moment.. which that stare shows he doesn't need to do much, quite yet. "Yeah... from them alright. Think you know 'im. Lord Vega ain't got the best wrap.." He comments, smirking. "But y'know... he's a reaaal good employer."
Then Elfa protests. A step forwards, his back coming up, put behind his back with one arm. "Heh.. You'd like that. But I came to get you.. and I'm not one to just wimp out." The fighting is inevitable. C.Jack lives for fights, though. "At least make it interesting!"
Before C.Jack thrusts forwards, running right towards Elfa. A fist comes up, slamming towards Elfa's head, and while there's not too much power behind it.. she would not want to be struck. The right hand closes the distance fairly quickly. "Let's see why he wants you so damn much!"
COMBATSYS: C.Jack successfully hits Elfa with Medium Punch.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Elfa
<Move. Attack emminent, attack eminnent.> Like a klaxon, it warns her to avoid, to dodge, to do /something/, but becomes a little more passive as Jack mentions Lord Vega by name. There's power in that name, and her own body reacts to it, just enough. She attempts to dodge backwards, the bag blocking her from escaping the punch, which clocks her across the cheek. She crumples just a little, her legs going a bit woozy, far too early in the fight. "Ngh!!"
But deep down, she's a fighter. She had to be, she'd been bred to be a warrior, a fit receptacle for all the power that is locked within her. Without really understanding it, she knows there's something clawing within her that she can't let free - no matter how much she might like to right now, to try and paste the man standing and laughing before her. She catches her breath, and then steps forwards, trying to use her speed to slip over Jack's defenses, leaping in with her knees aimed at the man's shoulders. "I won't lose... not to you. Not for this, not now. I'm stronger than that..!"
COMBATSYS: Elfa successfully hits C.Jack with Frankensteiner.
Glancing Blow
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C.Jack 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Elfa
As Elfa aims to move backwards, both Elfa and bag are clocked.. although the bag is the one that moves the least. Poor Elfa. Not one to simply just stop his assault because the opponents not doing too well, C.Jack moves in, closer, and as she steps forwards.. she tries to slip over him, knees up at his shoulders. Oh, he's seen this before.
It hurts, alot.
But Elfa's not trained as well compared to Cammy. Not yet. The knees wrench his head, painful, his neck not exactly happy, but he pulls himself free from her legs, pulling his head, painfully, from the vice like grip.
Ducking low and strafing, C.Jack backs a bit up. "Won't lose you say... That's a nice thought, doll.. but you're not in a position to really say that. Cammy didn't do so hot.. what thinks you will?" He dashes forwards towards her, his right fist coming back again.. but this time, he almost slides along the ground as she slams a punch towards her midsection, putting his force behind it.
COMBATSYS: Elfa blocks C.Jack's Dash Straight.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Elfa
%<ohnoohnoohnoohno...> Since the mention of Vega, the voice had gone semi-silent - trying to lull Elfa into passively accepting the beating that was coming. She's not /quite/ there, but she is very, very intent on the fact that she doesn't have someone telling her what to do or how to move anymore. Her hands coming forwards, and catching the impact of Jack's punch on her forearms. She's knelt down from the force, and skids back along the pads, ending up on her back, staring up at him and his taunting, eyes narrowing.
"I .. I know her. I'm not her. I can do this." But inside, she quails. She fought Cammy, once - and had another blackout, waking up inside the infirmary, with enough bruises to realize she was certainly the loser of the fight. She's got to be smarter, careful - but in the end, how will she manage that?
Again, she gets to her feet - attempting to eel around behind Jack again, seemingly /very/ aware that standing in front of the person who has a bat is a /bad/ idea. She tries to get to him, and if she can, she'll catch him around the shoulders with her arms, around the legs with her feet, and cling to him like a rabid koala, pulling and tugging to try to tear muscles and mess up joints.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack blocks Elfa's Rear Naked Choke.
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C.Jack 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Elfa
As Elfa prevents the fist from going straight through, C.Jack pulls back... as she goes skidding back, ending up on her back, C.Jack's rather happy. "Heheh.. That's what she said. That's what they all say." Careful? Smart? Fighting isn't about that all the time.
C.Jack's general bruiser attitude and style isn't hard to see through, but as a brawler, he's picked up a few things now and again. He takes a few steps forwards.
That's when she hits. As she eels around Jack, it doesn't work. She catches him around the shoulders with her arms, but his own arms are up before that, he struggles, his arms bending, but far less than they would before he fights her off, breaking free and perhaps sending her sprawling to the ground... where C.Jack immediately responds.
"Going to have to do this the hard way..." Leaping into the air, kicking off the mats, C.Jack brings his right fist back, before he comes down, to slam into Elfa's form.. and then follow up with the left if he strikes.
Best to move.
COMBATSYS: Elfa interrupts Fierce Punch from C.Jack with Power Drill.
- Power hit! -
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C.Jack 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Elfa
Tossed to the ground, Elfa doesn't have much of a chance to recover. Face first, rolling against the mat to draw her eyes back up to where Jack is, she panics. Inside, she knows he's probably right - but she's still not going to go quietly into that good night. No, no, she's destined to do what she has to do, to give everything she can to fight the inevitable - and with that, comes a calm.
He leaps into the air, bringing his hand up - and she sees her opening. She plants both her arms into the ground, and kicks upwards, sending her body into the air - Jack may have seen a version of this before, the Spiral Arrow that Cammy uses. Elfa's, however, is designed to go into the air, to hit with her feet against his chest in mid-impact. She quickly loops one foot around his arm, pivoting with the motion, and kicking him back down towards the ground, towards where she was laid out. She lands awkwardly, ankle twisting with a crunch and a grimace of pain - but she is, at least, still standing. ".. Maybe you could.. just give up now." she says, breathless.
As C.Jack jumps down.. it doesn't work all too well. As Elfa spins upwards, an arrow, C.Jack has a moment to curse. "F-!" It's not a long enough moment! He prevented Cammy's from even going towards him .. this, was different. But at the moment , C.Jack never makes it to the ground, the spinning feet slamming into his chest, looping a foot around his arm, and then kicking him towards the ground, C.Jack bouncing off, hat landing on his face as he lies crumpled.
That.. was not good. The psycho energy is one C.Jack can't get used to.
But of the ground he comes, rolling his shoulders, putting his hat back on, angling it down. "Now.. I guess I'll have to get serious too. So you ain't her, that's for sure... she didn't give me this much trouble!" And then C.Jack just begins to spring. With that grimace.. she might be open. "Here we go..." The spring is followed by his right fist coming back YET AGAIN.. but this time, it's completely, he body turning as he launches that fist straight towards Elfa, sliding form the sheer FORCE behind it. It is a punch... WITH MIGHTY POWER.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack successfully hits Elfa with Final Punch.
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C.Jack 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Elfa
There's a hint of pride in Elfa's eyes for a second, the hard-won 'compliment' something she'd savor until she went to her grave. Someone who wanted her for nefarious purposes had compared her favorably to someone who was supposedly 'more' than she was. She does a small shuffle of her feet, trying to get in line with Jack, to keep off his center, and afford herself a small bit of room. In that second, well - things go to hell.
Everything goes black for a second - she has to assume that she was punched, because she's suddenly up against the wall, shoulders aching, nose bleeding and possibly broken, and her teeth feel loose. Mighty Power IN-DEED! She shakes her head, blood flying this way and that, and tries to recuperate.
Inside, something claws to get out, met with locks and meters that she cannot control - specific triggers that hold back what she knows she needs to stop the man in front of her, but she can't grab. She can't let herself go like she has in other fights, and doesn't understand why. Without the voice urging her on, without the bliss of unknowing silence, she's lost. All she has is herself. She throws herself fowards, and brings her arms up and around, trying to wrap Jack up in her arms. If she can, well - the move is a rather heavy arm-bar to throw - an attempt to keep him from being able to use that bat on her, not that he has yet - but if she can jack his shoulder up along the way, maybe she can keep from being punched in the face. ".. I'm.. NOT... GOING!!"
COMBATSYS: Elfa successfully hits C.Jack with Total Submission.
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C.Jack 1/=======/=======|=------\-------\0 Elfa
As Elfa ends up in the wall, C.Jack looks towards her.. Oh. She's not looking too good at this point. "Heheh... That's it. That's all you have?" But it's wrong. Wrong. She throws herself forwards, from her crumpled position, and C.Jack is suddenly then wrapped in her arms, a heavy arm bar throw beginning, his arm jacked the wrong way.. and in the end..
C.Jack lands on the ground, pained, rolling to a stop, his arm dislocated, bat on the ground.
But C.Jack is never out of it. Forcing himself up with his left arm, his left hand then rubbing about his shoulder.. C.Jack grunts once, looking to Elfa. "Far better.. but this .. is already over.." He comments.
And then slams his arm back into place, a grimace of pain being seen.. but even then, he needed his arm back. The adrenaline flows through him, giving him a better leash on what he's doing, what he can see.
And of course, his reaction time. "You're done for, now."
COMBATSYS: C.Jack focuses on his next action.
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C.Jack 1/=======/=======|=------\-------\0 Elfa
"You're... You're a monster!" Elfa's seen some crazy things on TV - but someone forcing their arm back into its socket RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER? No, no, that's new - shocking, horrifying at the same time, and it dissuades her from her instant urges. She should press her advantage, but is it really an advantage at all? No, no, not with a man who apparently can look /past/ pain. No, no, she's about to take some different tactic.
"I... I can still do this. You're running on fumes. You're /bluffing/!" She has to believe that - the alternative is far too frightening to believe. She moves towards his injured arm, trying to keep that side near her, thinking that it will keep her safer. She steps forwards, back - jockeying for position. But at the end, she leaps /away/ from Jack, catching herself on the wall, and pushing off of it, in an attempt to catch him off-guard. She's running on her own instinct, now - not Doll Training. And in this case, it makes her slow. So very, very slow. Hanging in air as she comes down, eyes narrowed in focus...
COMBATSYS: C.Jack interrupts Rebound Throw from Elfa with Home Run King.
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Elfa 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: C.Jack can no longer fight.
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Elfa 0/-------/=======|
"No.. you just don't know what you're capable of. Not 'till you try." C.Jack mentions, grinning, and as Elfa thinks she can still do this.. well, she can. Even if C.Jack punishes her to high hell for trying it.
"Am I bluffing? You ain't seen what I can do just yet... lets see what YOU have." As she moves towards him, trying to keep near, she steps forwards.. back and forth, C.Jack just holds onto the bat. He doesn't move.. and when she pushes off the wall, catching him off guard.. well. As she aims to wrench him, things don't go so well. The bat's taken up, but as she wrenches his arm.. oh god the pain. Working through it, C.Jack puts all of his power into breaking it, and with the bat, swinging as hard as he can towards Elfa.
Straight across the room. Yet in that action, he can't take it. The pain's getting too much.. he's down.. and he's out. His arm is aching. Forcing it back in won't be enough. So if Elfa blacks out of not, C.Jack might end up gone before she can notice.
"Dammit......" He'd be staggering out, bloody and all.
He can't take Elfa like this. A little KID could have stopped him.
WHAM
The stars have come out early today at the YFCC. All of them are in Elfa's head, or at least most of them are. Some of them have certainly gotten knocked out of her noggin from the giant mighty swing of Jack. She has one second of pleasure at actually hitting him - but at that moment, she's out like a light, crumpled into a ball at the base of the punching bag, bleeding sluggishly from her nose. Oddly, the bruises she'd sustained from blocking his punches earlier have already started to green, working their way to 'normal'. Even if she's not concious of it, she's still marked by who made her - destined to become something she's not willing to be.
But perhaps, at least - not today.
COMBATSYS: Elfa takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Elfa can no longer fight.
Log created on 12:54:46 02/02/2008 by Elfa, and last modified on 15:01:15 02/02/2008.