Description: Three vs. One! Is Bison mighty enough to punch the ever-loving hell out of three school-age girls? Well... two out of three isn't -bad-... (Winners: Shurui, Iincyo, Laila)
While 'ANCIENT GREECE IS IN' seems to be the overall theme for SNL this weekend, Libya gets some love as well. Or Cyrenaica, as it was known during the time of Eratosthenes of Cyrene. And it's because of Erotosthenes that the four fighters today have a rather... unique platform to fight on: an orrery.
What is an orrery? One of those rather neat looking contraptions that, using gears, attempt to stimulate the circular movement of the cosmos. And, when said orrery is blown up to legendery proportions, it becomes more than a neat looking contraption. Blazing with all the fire of the late Lighthouse of Alexandria in the clear blue sky, it becomes..... a tourist t- er fantastic platform for a SNL match! Just.... watch the gears. They'll do more than pinch if you get too close!
The heat doesn't bode well with the short Shurui, meanwhile. It's her first SNL appearance, and the girl has taken off her hoodie to reveal the tank top underneath. ".... Nngh... Too hot out here..." Tying the garment around her waist with a deadpan look on her face, she begins to wonder about the concept of.... well... sun screen. And the light glinting off those bronzen metal rings is just going to make things worse, she imagines....
It is the first SNL appearance for another as well, and the girl leaps from the ground up to one of the bronze rings. Crossing her arms, she may not know this 'Shurui' but she recognizes her from Gedo, at least, a student of Gedo. Why would she recognizes her?
Chairperson keeps track of things around Southtown, while she goes about.
But this is not southtown, and her clothing, a light white shirt with the TAIYO HIGH symbol on it, a track jacket that hangs off her, and not actually on her, and ultra short gym shorts, cut off barely reasonable.
And looking down to Shurui, she smirks, speaking. "Gedo High, right?" She asks, waiting a moment before piping up again. "So there are some that aren't in the Guardian Kings.. yet still go to that school." She muses, meaning no hard feelings.
"Good to see you. The name is Chairperson.. Chairperson of Taiyo High."
While Libya isn't exactly Egypt's best friend, Laila feels comfortable enough with the environment. She has sunglasses and her head-scarf on for just this very reason - keeping the sun off her head. She is seated on the edge of the orrery, finishing a cigarette and flicking the ash into the sand occasionally.
She looks over her shoulder, sun glinting off of dark lenses. "You'll get used to it," she tells Shurui, standing up and finishing off the cigarette with a deep draw and a long, meditative plume of smoke. She turns to walk in - and sees a school conflict?!
Laila never went to high school. Her response as she beholds the outburst of scholastic spirit is to stare, eyes widening incredulously behind the cheap sunglasses.
"Why the hell I keep doin' this..." Bison mutters to himself as he climbs the geared structure, his sneakered feet stomping on what could be thought of holy ground. Fightin' kids again. Well, maybe they'll break easy. That's something to think about, Bison muses, as he crests the top and walks out onto the structure.
"Fuckin' hot out too," he grunts; he's already shirtless, his hands wrapped in layers of medical tape, the blue shorts on his waist, white sneakers covering his feet. In other words, he isn't dressed up any special for this. God. He observes his three opponents. All girls. Geez.
"Hope you girls don' think I'm gonna go easy on you," he says, as he faces them. Sure, they'll probably win... Bison isn't really much for fighting groups of people--rather the opposite of Andre the Giant's character in The Princess Bride--but he can almost guarantee they'll be feeling pain after the fight's done...
It's pretty easy for someone else to have heard of Shurui, if only for the oddity that she is. That is, if you're in a position that Iincyo seems to pride herself in being. Shurui.... stands out. ".... n...?" Surprised, Shurui's eyes are inspired to go towards the Chairperson, staring at the confident student's posture. At least the name on Iincyo's shirt is clear enough for Shurui to read. Taiyo, huh. ".... Chairperson...? Is that your n-?" She stops herself. "Nhm. Doesn't matter, I guess. But yeah. Shurui Chiang, from Gedo High."
A school conflict? ..... Maybe not. Shurui got that out of her system with Marisol not too long ago. Right now, she wants shade.
'You'll get used to it'? Shurui grumbles as she turns to regard her other temporary comrade with her dusky skin, the girl's mouth poised in a downturned pout as smoke curls around towards her vision. "Yeah, but it looks like you can take it." She'd *really* like to take off her shades right now to get a good look, but, for now, with the sun gleaming off of everything, the short girl'd be lucky if she didn't temporarily loose what was left of her vision.
"... Good. Maybe you'll get heat stroke or something and this whole thing can be over..." mumbles the clone, rubbing the back of her wrist over her already sweaty forehead. Time to start chopping down this block of wood in front of her so she can find some shade. Ghostly grey energy suddenly springs forth in an arc from Shurui's hand, suddenly flung downward from the position it was near her forehead. "Let's get started."
COMBATSYS: Shurui has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Laila has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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In truth, the last thing that Iincyo wants its more conflict. Conflict ruins everything, especially the bond between the schools she hopes to one day achieve. Shurui's gaze towards her is met with a smile, at least, and as she dismissed the question, the girl answers it anyways. "It's what everyone calls me." It's good enough, isn't it. "Good to meet you Shurui. Good luck.. I'll be doing my best as well."
She didn't hope to surprise her! Really.
And with the other 'group member', Iincyo's gaze flits over to her. Shaking her head, it could be for a variety of reasons, but she isn't approving of Laila. Probably the smoking. That's not a healthy habit. "There are some things that should be gotten used to. but if I remember, heat stroke comes when you do just that." And then Bison comes forth. He's large, to a point, and has muscles. Alot of them. Chairperson steels herself.
This is going to hurt. Alot.
But her confidence does not bend, or break. "I am hoping for a challenge.. but I am sure you are far stronger than you give yourself credit for.... still.." She breaks forwards, towards Bison, and instead of launching an arc much like Shurui, Chairperson gets in close fast, leaping over the middle, aiming to grab one of the bandaged arms and bring it backwards, behind him, and twist.
"Morote Seoi Nagi!" Hey. It's Saikyo. And loud.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Shurui has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Laila hears the two bright young hopes of Japanese scholasticism leap into the battle and smiles to herself, dark lips drawing over white teeth.
She doesn't lunge forwards, instead leaning back against the pillar of the orrery and folding her arms. Something shimmers around her... Shurui may feel it most clearly, but whatever it is, it's stronger than the burning rays of the sun, if not nearly as specific. The heat distortion in the air grows stronger and then vanishes, the energy perhaps gathered where it counts.
Laila feels the heat that doesn't make her sweat inside of her, and steps away from the pillar, circling around the bulky man rather than leaping to join the assault. Maybe she's going to flank him, in a treacherous but probably sensible manner?
COMBATSYS: Laila gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison dodges Shurui's Quartz Shard.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Morote Seoi Nage from Iincyo with Hook Punch.
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Well we gots two of 'em coming. Bison barely hears the announcer start the fight; he's concentrating on the three girls as they come at him--well, two of them come at him. Laila? Not attacking, not his problem. Shurui? Well, energy attacks are one of Bison's banes. But even as big as he is... he's fast enough to avoid that one at least, ducking forward in a classic boxer's lunge. He's headed straight for Shurui...
... but then there's Iincyo, who grabs one of his arms. She's kind of lightweight though; Bison sneers, lifting his left arm up... and then swings his right in a vicious hook punch even as she's pulling, pretty much just smacking her right off his arm. It's almost... almost contemptuous, the way he deals with Iincyo trying to throw him.
"Hunh... that it? You girls gonna be -easy-..."
Iincyo seems to be realistic, which is nice. This man *will* probably be strong enough to punch a hole clear through them, unless the bronze-skinned woman is made of something tougher. Speaking of that woman...
5t ".... W...." Grey bangs are pushed aside from in front of her face as Shurui turns to glance back at Laila, feeling a particular prickle going down her spine. The shades on her nose are slanted up just enough so that one eye could glance a peek at the Egyptian. Metallic.... ore. Not hard, but melted down to something dangerously hot. No wonder she does well in this heat- her energy, whether it's psi or chi, resounds with such brutual temperatures.
In that moment, all hell breaks loose. "... Well, shit." Damn it, she got distracted!
Better make up for it by taking advantage of Bison while he's stuck with the Chairperson. "... Heh. Maybe you'll make this *fun*." Hands flex as she runs forward, twisting her body in the air to gain the momentum needed for a strong spinny kick aimed at Bison's midsection. "nngh!"
With all her might, with all her passion. With every ounce of her will to fight!
Chairperson gets tossed away like she was some kind of a plane in a monster movie, her assault merely being prevented with a raise of his arm, and then a punch, sending her flying towards the globe, hitting her back *hard* against it.
And then she starts coughing. That was a killer blow, and Iincyo isn't going to be bothering him for a second, having some trouble down right breathing, a hand on her chest as she shakily rises to her feet.
T-That's it?...
The moving globe keeps her balance off, but she balances herself, obviously wounded.. but the coughing has stopped. She's not having as much trouble with breathing .. and she's definitely not going back onto the offensive at the moment..
COMBATSYS: Iincyo gains composure.
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Laila smiles to herself for a moment as she reaches into the top of her blouse, the sudden furious punch that strikes into Iincyo making her happy on some level. Maybe, even if he's her enemy, she feels a certain kinship with M. Bison. After all, is he not also a man trying to live in the world of the northern hemisphere, oppressed by the slings and arrows of outrageous fate for no crime save his faith and the color of his skin? She thinks he's the one who's a Muslim anyway. That might've been Ali.
She draws out a long thin object - a bar shuriken! Without further ado, or any particular exercise of that throbbing heat energy that Shurui detected, she flings the object on a slightly arcing path towards Bison's neck - just as planned! For her, anyway.
COMBATSYS: Laila successfully hits M.Bison with Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Heavy Kick from Shurui with Turn Punch.
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"Hnn." That's Bison's only comment, as the shuriken thrown by Laila finds its mark--and yet fails to do anything appreciable in terms of damage. It nicked him a little, and yet he doesn't seem to mind, the weapon essentially bouncing off his skin. Iincyo declines to attack again--well, Bison did just punch her right in the ribs, so maybe that's understandable...
And Shurui. Hmm. Bison's movement is actually quite precise; as she comes in with that kick, Bison's upper torso twists, redirecting most of her force into a glancing blow. The return blow--a lunging, power straight right into Shurui's chest--is dead on, not glancing at all.
Bison simply roars as he punches, deciding that he doesn't even have words to waste, at least not right now...
Ow. Well, that hurt.
5t Shurui's eyes and mouth open wide as Bison's fist plants itself *in* her chest, absorbing the momentum she built up and plummeting her into a world of pain.
Also, a metal floor. Hello, hot metal.
Her body lands and slides against the ground, skidding like a pebble over smooth water until she comes to rest near the main disk's edge.
".... ha..... ha...." Shurui breathes openly from her mouth, blood rising up and hacked out onto the metal. ".... tch..." .... When she realizes this is the same guy who tore up K' about a week or so ago, this'll feel a *lot* better.
".... Heh.... You hit pretty hard..." She'll have to make this next attack count, looks like.... "It'll feel *really* good to watch you fall..."
COMBATSYS: Shurui focuses on her next action.
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And then Bison beats the living hell out of Shurui. It's not a nice sight. That's for sure. Infact, she's sure she doesn't want to get near M.Bison. He is much like is a name. A Bison, a buffalo of anger and great strength. But for Shurui to rush in there as she held back ... what kind of person would she be? Especially with so many watching. If she just stayed back .. she'd be a coward.
And so, she departs from her planet, kicking off it, and then she gains momentum. The strike she aims to pull, next, is not one of of strongest. But it is going to certainly prevent, hopefully, what he's been so happy in doing. Not that it might do more than sting.
As she falls towards M.Bison, flipping over, the jacket rustling but not letting go, Chairperson cries out. "Diving Sparrow, Wind stance!" Foot aimed towards M.Bison's head, in an attempt to be like the wind, a quick strike in.. and then no response from the man.
She's got to use her head. Otherwise, this man's going to be sure she doesn't have one.. she's absolutely sure of that.
Laila considers her life options here. Does she really want to be hit horribly by M. Bison's brutal fists? It's apparently wrecking the shit of the Japanese schoolgirls, and she is not sure that she wants to have her shit wrecked as well. As Iincyo leaps from a planet, Laila looks up at the floating metal object, and gets an idea...
... which she can't manage, not yet. Her shuriken didn't do much. Perhaps she should risk things in order to dare for something greater, and that is why she suddenly runs forwards as Bison's arm retracts from his brutal punch at Shurui.
It's a little tricky to do, because Laila's limited formal martial arts training doesn't include, well, /aggressive/ throwing. However, she aims to get her shoulder beneath Bison's armpit and grasp his beefy arm, using the recoil motion from his punch to send him sprawling to the hot ground. This is, of course, highly theoretical, and judging from the grimace on her face, she may have low expectations for it!
COMBATSYS: Iincyo successfully hits M.Bison with Wind Stance.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Kokyuunage from Laila with Fierce Punch.
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And this dual attack is where Bison starts failing. He thrusts an arm up to ward off Iincyo's attack--but the glare of the sun causes a misjudgement and he gets kicked in the face. And then Laila is able to get a shoulder under his armpit, jostling him enough to send his attempt to counterpunch off balance.
Despite all that... he doesn't seem to be all that injured, really... he's more pissed off than anything, expressed in the darkening of his eyes, in their narrowing as he picks himself up off the hot metal, apparently unconcerned about the concentrated heat of the sun that is quite capable of actually burning flesh...
Shurui didn't want to get maimed by Bison's fists either, but that's just how the fight went. She wanted a fight, yes. Money? That's a nice incentive too. Bullish boxer performing CPR overkill on her chest cavity? No.
But it doesn't matter. She'll get her say in this. And she'll *wait* for that opening in order to make this work. "HAAAA!"
It may seem that the grey-haired girl is throwing all caution to the wind. However, if she truly was, she'd be out by now. No, it's better to give it all you have while you still can in this situation, because, for now, your KO would signal the end of the fight.
Shurui's fist sails ahead, knuckles first, attempting to press itself against the boxer's midsection. If it hits, an explosion of smokey psi power sparks out from the impact and out the back like a fiery lance, holding the bulky beast of a man held in its grip while Shurui throws another punch, severing the contact point.
As M.Bison misjudges, Chairperson makes the most of it, slamming a second foot against him, kicking off, and landing on the center of the heatstruck bronze. It's not a good thing to touch with your flesh. And yet, Bison does, angry. Mad. And he DOESN'T SEEM TO MIND.
This .. could be a problem. A very very big one. Iincyo's unsure, but she can't just let things go the way they are... until they go a little better. "We'll have to co-ordinate our strikes... he's only going to benefit if we hold back now and again.. I have to fall back .. but unless prepared, don't charge him!" She calls out.
Yeah. Bison might notice the one that has a big mouth might know some semblance of strategy. Chances are she knows a bit more than that, but hey. As Shurui rushes in, she takes a breather.... falling back into a stance.. as a sudden spike of energy flows into her, circulating. She doesn't seem to be able to control chi.. but at the same time, her hair billows in the non-wind, and her jacket does the same..
She may not be transforming or all that, but it'll be easy to sense the sudden spike. It's a big one.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo gathers her will.
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Laila makes the big man hit the ground. She is painfully aware, ha ha, that she is fortunate here and should not expect similar results. She twists around, crouched for a moment, and then leaps back before taking two more quick steps, giving her at least a little room to see any brutal piledriver fists coming.
Now she talks. "You don't seem too happy," she says, voice breezier and less shrill, perhaps, than the shouts of the two Asians. "Are you feeling like you've been booked poorly?" She does not move into an aggressive stance, beyond producing another of those shuriken and holding it lazily in her left hand.
COMBATSYS: Laila focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Shurui successfully hits M.Bison with Subtle Knife.
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And Shurui gets her first solid hit. The psi power opens his guard for the other punch to come through--and he staggers. Oh, yeah. If Shurui can read auras, his is black and red--hate and anger, intertwining and mixing. Laila is just looked at, dismissively. It's easy to brag when you're three on one, isn't it? Bison's expression changes to a sneer, the big man starting to pound his fists together.
In fact, that hate and anger seem to feed into him--to circulate around and through him. He may not be a psionic, and he may not use chi, but his internal energies are certainly surging now, his muscles seeming to bulk up even more, an almost audible creaking sound coming from his joints...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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"...!" Shurui felt that, definitely. Iincyo is...
Then another, as she pulls back from her attack. That will... Shurui winces, pressing the shades up to reveal those squinting dark eyes, peering out from under that protective covering.
It's hard to see, but, with Bison's energy swirling like a feeding frenzy of sharks. Only, those sharks are black and red, and without any semblance of nuetrality. M. Bison is a hateful man, and she just made it a whole lot worse. However, there's something else there...
A weak point, a place where that angry energy is at its weakest, possibly outlining a crack in his defense. *Possibly*. Shurui can't say for sure. The glare of the sun against metal doesn't cancel out the two burning resolves of Bison and Iincyo, and, now that she sees Iincyo's clearly marked, she backs away, pressing by her, her mouth barely registering as a whisper as she whispers a something notable to Iincyo close to her ear's range. Then, ".... be careful. If he hits you now, you *will* feel it."
Falling back, she presses the shades back against her nose, her mouth hissing from the pain her eyes are now registering. "... Man.... that was really smart of me..." she mumbles cyncially underneath her breath.
COMBATSYS: Shurui assists Iincyo.
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Finishing, Chairperson breathes out. Renewed strength. But there's still a lot that has to be done. Alot. More than she'll be able to .. or maybe not. She has a build up of energy. And she's going to use it before it all dissipates. She has to. She's not giving much help otherwise.. but she can't do it alone.
Yet she's not alone. Shurui is from one of the schools. And schools have to work together.. and right there, Bison.. he's there alright. Ready to prevent anything. Standing, Shurui whispers to her, whispering something notable, Chairperson listening.
"He won't... Thank you for your help. I'm certain I'll be able to!" She knows, now, where the weakness is. Perhaps she's seeing it differently, but as M.Bison gets ready, muscles bulging and the like.. Iincyo begins to walk towards him. Let's see if she can break that iron clad defense..
Hopefully, for Shurui's eyes sake, this isn't the wrong answer. Merely jumping over the middle, towards the side which M.Bison has, the girl doesn't run. She walks.
"You know .. you seem to be just a beast.. and abut as crude as one." She points out, getting close to the bulging muscle man, before a faint blue flare of chi, an aura of it, can be seen. No special vision needed here, but it could be a mirage.. yet as she stand infront of M.Bison, her eyes focus on that point.
If she can disrupt his defenses....
A kick, incredibly fast, suddenly rockets towards Bison's leg, before she spins, the kick a feint, heel coming around towards his calf, to knock him off his guard.. just for a moment.....
That flexing, Laila thinks: It's beyond conception! She takes another step back, wanting perhaps every single piece of potential advantage she can get out of distance in case the big man decides that she is the one to take down, rather than the leaping, gallivanting schoolgirls. She dips her head forwards, and reaches into her blouse again to draw out another shuriken...
It's darker, this time, and seems heavier. Especially when it starts glowing a dull red, the metal softening slightly if others take the time to look at it. Shurui likely gets the best view, seeing how whatever strange power Laila channels is gathering around and focusing, like a series of tight and angry waves, into the metal itself!
COMBATSYS: Laila gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Iincyo successfully hits M.Bison with Lecture Attack.
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.. And it's right. The spot is at least enough for Iincyo to put all her weight behind, at least breaking his guard for a moment.
In the end? It's all she needs.
"... And while you can be whatever you want.. at the same time, I'll have you know .. you should never judge things by how they look at first!" Whipping around again, she slams an elbow towards Bison's now unprotected face, but keeps it away from his mouth, JUST IN CASE.
"If we were always to let our guards down.. or to think about how hopeless it is because of a few mistakes... we wouldn't be able to keep fighting.. to get better.. to help others!"
She slides under, slamming a leg to sweep him off his feet, aiming for him to meet the brass again, "And mostly importantly..."
She slams a knee towards his midsection as he trips, "What we can't do alone ... is made more possible... with others!" After the strike, she staggers backwards, breathing heavily.. but staying in a stance. There's a good chance, however...
That's she's about to pay for talking.
Bison... is getting -really pissed-. Shurui might see it in his aura--were he adept with chi or if this were some fighting anime he'd be shooting black flames to the sky. But this isn't--and he isn't--so the only physical evidence is in his muscles. They tense even more, seeming to acquire sharp planes... and Bison gets to his feet. One big hand--his left--extends one big meaty finger. (Not his middle.) He points at Iincyo.. and at Shurui.
"You two. I don't give a good god damn about anything else anymore except making sure you two are gonna visit the local hospital," he growls. He doesn't even do it under his breath--it's a bold, public declaration of Bison's intent. And it's an intent he apparently fully intends to carry out upon. Iincyo's lecture falls upon deaf ears--it'd only serve to piss him off even more, anyways.
Instead, he turns away for just a moment... and the LUNGES. His sneakered feet barely seem to be touching the floor as he simply takes a straight-line path intended to take him THROUGH Iincyo and into Shurui, his clenched right fist thrusting forward.
Really it's rather like facing down a speeding train, or perhaps a cruise missile--the impact may be truly, truly intense...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Iincyo with Gigaton Blow.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Shurui with Gigaton Blow.
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Shurui 1/=======/=======|
Bison is .. GETTING HUGE. No. He's getting angry. And Iincyo is too close. As he points, towards Iincyo, she breathes in .. and out. She'll be fine.. right? But as he starts to speak, he's completely serious in his efforts. Chairperson doesn't have a moment to spare, and she picks the wrong choice.
The fist lunges, sneakered feet and the noise being the last thing she really straight out hears.
Anything else is but a blur.
The fist slams so hard into Chairperson that she is sent towards Shurui. The fist slams so hard, she coughs up a cloud of blood as soon as it touches, eyes wide in panic, fear, and pain. The fist slams so hard IT HAS IT'S VALUE ON A GEIGER COUNTER.
Her body is like a rocket towards Shurui, and by simple laws of physics, slams straight into her, the jacket holding on despite the horrible flapping it's doing in the wind.
She won't land on Shurui.. she'll eventually be stopped by that brass globe.. but she pulls herself off.. and staggers this way and that.. but she's got one last go. And she'll use it.
"Hah... Y-You.. got your wish..." She's not feeling to good. "B-... I'll show you .. at least .. my spirit." A line of blood trickles from her mouth as she wipes it away. She's not a hardened fighter.. she can barely stand at this point. But she leaps through the air with her final aim to deal with him.
And demonstrate a few things.
The leg, again, comes first, striking through the air, aiming for her neck, before she'll flip off, into a stance, slamming a few palm strikes forth, before finishing with a double palm strike, from each hand..
And then she stumbles forwards, off into the sand..
It's apparent, easily.. she needs it. Especially from her racked breathing.
COMBATSYS: Iincyo can no longer fight.
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Shurui's gamble worked. She can feel it, even though her eyes are covered by the shades and that hand clamped over it. Then, she hears words. From Iincyo. A speech? "....." What. The. Hell. That girl is either stupid, or she has the largest set of balls ever seen on a-
.... Oh wait, this is a girl who goes by the name 'Chairperson'. Right.
The fight's not over yet, however, and Shurui made a fatal mistake when she insisted on covering her eyes in a vain attempt to heal them: she underestimated Bison. Muda, if he were alive, would never allow her to hear the end of this.
Maybe she'll be joining him soon enough.
*THWACK* Bison's energy registers on Shurui's internal radar (how the hell could she miss it now?), but she's not quick enough to dodge that final blow. The blow Iincyo (in her case, it's unintentional) and Bison lands is frightening in the amount of pain it throws in her direction, sending Shuru plummeting back even further from the combined momentum. In the end, the only thing that saves the girl from plummeting directly off the platform and onto the screaming crowd below is the revolving planet she collides into with a dull ringing of a gong, leaving a dent.
When she gets up, two things become apparent: one, Shurui's about to collapse in the next minute or so, and two.... and two, her glasses are in pieces, falling down from her face as she moves. Which leads to three, her eyes are squinting, obviously pained with the rest of her body, but for once not at all at the top of her issues at the moment. Right now, everything is *pain* and Shurui is finding it hard to see anything.
And she's getting sunburnt by now. Fuck you, world.
"....." Her eyes close, her third eye now doing the work for her. Shurui can't see that red and black ball of hate, but she can *feel* it now, and right now, she wants nothing more than to cause it pain in return. "HAAAAH!"
Ghostly chi imbues a fist as she goes towards Bison, attempting to hit him...
COMBATSYS: Shurui can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shurui successfully hits M.Bison with Shades of Grey.
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COMBATSYS: Iincyo successfully hits M.Bison with Demonstrations.
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It starts with that punch, psi energy pressing into Bison's body, holding him in place as Shurui lets loose with a flurry of jabs and kicks, her eyes burning from closed eyelids.
It's not showing off. If Shurui didn't know Bison's energy like she does here, and wasn't able to lock onto it, she wouldn't be able to pull this off. However, that energy still itches in her mind, encircled by the willful Iincyo's and the mysterious Laila's. Soon those two fade into the background as she concentrates, her agile combo of jabs and kicks ending with a knuckle-first punch to Bison's midsection, psi energy rocketing off from the hit.
After that, everything else fades as well, and Shurui's body collapses limply to the ground.
The dust rises from the enormous strike and its aftereffects. Laila can do little, at first, but watch with wide eyes from behind her sunglasses.
But this is the perfect chance, she thinks. Her lips purse - and then curl back as they reveal her teeth in a sudden and wide smile. It isn't a pleasant one, not a dainty or ladylike beaming; it is a cruel and thirsty smile, something that usually comes before teeth hit your throat or nose or the side of your cheek. It would not be out of place on a shark.
She raises the leaden needle up as it softens further, taking a single step forwards and breathing in deeply. She sees Shurui pour her wrath out in a single blurring furious strike and wonders if it's gonna be enough. If it isn't, she expects that Bison will also mangle her -- and she doesn't want to be mangled, not by THIS man. She's heard stories.
She flicks the lead needle forwards just as it softens enough to deform in the air, swinging her entire torso to impart extra speed to it. The tip glows dull and cherry-red as it streaks at the great bull of a man's back, the metal cooling enough that the impact will simply hurt searingly - perhaps sinking into his flesh - rather than spattering molten metal over his clothes.
Laila straightens up after it, and glances, just in case, up at the old bronze tracks of the orrery.
COMBATSYS: Laila successfully hits M.Bison with The Riddle of Steel.
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Put down by three little girls. At least he totally destroyed two of them. Laila's needle, red-hot, sinks into his back and the big man just... turns towards her. His pace is slow--glacial almost--but his only goal is to plant his fist into Laila's face. A simple man? Yes, definitely. Dangerous? Surely. But he's tired of this--he's a goddamn boxer, he's not meant for fighting three little girls. Leave that shit to the 'martial artists'...
"Fuck this," growls the man, as he just snaps his big, meaty fist out for Laila, one last, hateful gasp from the big man before he sinks to his knees, finally overcome by his wounds.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Laila blocks M.Bison's Turn Punch Final.
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It comes. Laila had been expecting it to fall earlier and now it's finally the appointed time. Oh, yes, that's one hell of a fist. Laila, at least, might be a grownup - not that this will console Bison's pride.
She crosses her arms over the impact spot before Bison strikes her. This keeps her from getting her ribs staved in. Instead she feels her left elbow dislocate and the force translate into launching her off her feet, sending her flying back hard enough to slam into a pillar and shake it. Her head slaps against the back of it as well, her bundled hair cushioning her from a worse fate than a moment or three of dizziness.
She slides to the ground, panting for breath as she spreads her arms out again, rising to her feet shakily a moment later. She watches Bison then, warily. She waits for the film staff to declare them done, because she's sure not going to turn her back on him before then.
Log created on 20:50:24 02/15/2008 by M.Bison, and last modified on 16:24:54 02/19/2008.