Neo League 601 - #602: Oswald vs Blanka

Description: Called out! Oswald's looking for some payback after an SNF, and what better a way than to come after Blanka at the Hibiki Dojo? It's epic. No, seriously!( Draw Match )



A happy day, not a care in a world! Blanka has taken this week away from 'working hard', and is instead quite interested in relaxing and regathering his thoughts. As he does this, some might call it 'lazing about', but Blanka calls it 'quiet time'. It involves being laid out on the floor of the Dojo, with a large medicine ball above him. Powerful legs kick it up towards the ceiling, and his hands catch it with a large 'WHUD' at the end as gravity takes over and it falls back down.

His face is a mask of relative concentration - he's had a lot to think over the last few days, since the fight from before, the invasion of Howard's arena, and the flashback he'd had. He's thinking, deep down - that he's been putting aside things he should to - responsibilites, duties... that sort of thing.

It's quite a short trip to get to the dojo, a bit outside of southtown, attached but not a wholly integrated part. Charming place really, once you get past the crime, of course. Oswald was far less stately dressed today. No, he knew what the day's business was and was most pleased that he was dealt this proverbial hand; he had a score to settle and reputation to restore.

Even if it was simply in the eye of one 'beast'.

"Yeah. Thanks." He gives a goodbye to the driver as he hops out of the vehicle, dressed in simple grey slacks and an open informal greyigh shirt. A black t-shirt underneath. He wasn't going to get his suit crispened with an electric shock this time around.

The dojo, open? Convienient. The aging gambler takes his time to walk quietly about the place, taking in the look of it all, learning the terrain. An agile thing like Blanka uses it to his advantage... and speaking of which...

"BLANKA!!?" A sudden shout bellows out, a familiar voice if but far louder than the usually quiet display he puts out, "COME OUT. IT'S OUR TURN TO FIGHT."

COMBATSYS: Oswald has started a fight here.

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Oswald           0/-------/-------|


WHUD! Ow! Blanka's suddenly sore nose is due to the joy of having the medicine ball fall /right/ on his head. Distracted, he'd looked towards the door, and gotten thumped very hard by the ball. This is not going to make him very happy at all. In fact, it might make him angry! Who's calling him out, and demanding he fight them?!

Gold eyes peek out the door from his place on the floor, staring towards the sound of yelling. Inside, Blanka grumbles, grouses, and finally realizes that the fight is probably /just/ what he needs. However, he won't let the old man get what he wants /that/ easily. From inside the dojo, a growl, and a howled voice echo out, before the medicine ball that Blanka was playing with /rockets/ out the door towards where Oswald stands. It's heavy, going fast, and these are the words that are left with it.

"YOU COME IN! BLANKA REAL TIRED! BAH!"

COMBATSYS: Blanka has joined the fight here.

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Oswald           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Blanka


COMBATSYS: Oswald dodges Blanka's Large Thrown Object.

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Oswald           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Blanka


He had a few seconds to spare from his shout. The specs are plucked off his nose and arms folded gently and placed atop one of the flat stones among the sides of the walkways. Hopefully they'd be safe there.
Then the howl and shout, even that makes a hardened fighter like Oswald spin around and doubt himself for that one moment. There's always something so primal against going up against something so feral. It makes the blood boil. It makes the spine tingle. It's thrilling.

It can make you feel so alive.

Shoes scuff into the gravel, letting his body dip into a low crouch as the ball sails just above him. Join him inside? Oswald usually wouldn't do such, but Batsu's challenge from that nearly botched SNF got him thinking: Sure, is he great at subterfuge, but can he stick it in a one on one, face to face, 'man' fight?
The quick footsteps of his sprint through the gravel follows the howl as he rushes to the dojo's door, leaping up toward the hole-punched wall, and through. Foot and leg swinging round in a wide and hard arc, toward Blanka's side.

COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Oswald's Strong Kick.

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Oswald           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Blanka


Inside the dojo, things are relatively neat and clean. Standard 'dojo' fare, bright and comfortable. On the floor around where Blanka was is a small stack of comics, showing his current reading habits. There's even a translated copy of 'Iron Giant' in manga form which he has been flipping through - something about the 'misunderstood outsider' calls to him. However, that really doesn't matter now, does it?!

As Oswald leaps through the hole that was created, Blanka sinks down to a crouch, completely laid out almost flat against the floor. It's just enough to let Oswald's foot swipe over his head and through his giant shock of orange hair. He bounds backwards, feet over his head, and then lands in another crouch, tucking into a small ball. He doesn't take any extra motions - suddenly in a ball, spinning forwards and directly towards Oswald, intent on running him right into the dojo's floor!

COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Oswald with Rolling Attack.

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Oswald           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0           Blanka


The floor is quickly introduced to the body of Oswald as he first clears the green 'giant' then is smashed from behind. Tricky. Very tricky. He should have remembered that ball attack. History repeating itself, he doesn't get out of the way quick enough and instead finds himself face down on the tatami, and just as quick rolls aside and springs to his feet.
It's in mid spring though that he strikes, as his body handsprings and uncurls the arms, a single card is hurled at Blanka, sailing what appears to be awkwardly yet effectively through the air, as if guided by the wind itself...

COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Oswald's Queen.

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Oswald           0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0           Blanka


Awkward, indeed! Blanka lands back on his feet, his body shaking out some of the kinks and pains that he'd had earlier from the last shrapnel that got stuck in his body from his SNF. Loosening up, getting into the swing of things, he starts to /smile/, toothy and big. As the card comes in, he leaps up over it, bouncing and slicing against one of the giant copper anklets he has on. His body lands right next to Oswald, rising up tall in front of the other man.

"Wanted... /fight/? Or wanted... /bite/?!" Blanka tries to wrap the other man up with his green meaty arms, his jaw opening and almost seeming to /unhinge/ as he tries to stuff Oswald's head into his mouth. On the good side, it smells like he's brushed recently, and doesn't eat much more than nice-tasty fruits and melons! No meat mouth here! AWM NOM NOM.

COMBATSYS: Oswald counters Wild Fang from Blanka with King.

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Oswald           0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0           Blanka


He missed? There's a twitch to his eyebrow as he lands in a half knelt crouch after the spring, head bowing for a second as he moves to dash forward again but only to find Blanka is doing much the same.
That smile, oh god that smile. Oswald had seen that toothy grin telegraph what was to come, and he had run through this scenario through his head. He may not be a pretty-pretty man, but the idea of having toothmarks in his head didn't sit too well with him. "If you want to BITE." He huffs out as he gives a first quick step right, then left, before his form seems to blur... "Play with THOSE!"
The blur wavers strongly as he turns his body in a single loop, and for a moment Blanka can feel the touch of his arm grabbing the Gambler's body... and then nothing. From behind though, Oswald stands. A sudden shift in position indeed, like a magician's trick, an illusion, or just plain supernatural force has let Oswald shift his position clear across the room.

Only the hard metal edged cards are nommed upon...

AWM NOM N... UGH!

It's like biting tin foil, and Blanka recoils, his body showing the shudder at chewing on the cards. His face is scrunched up in disgust, and he spits and ptoos, trying to get the taste of the cards out of his mouth. He takes two steps back, and then paws at his tongue. Bleh! Bleh!

It's tempting to not do anything, to give Oswald that little break he may need - but Blanka's not interested in laying off. He spins around in a circle, bringing his leg up and around, the heavy green foot aimed for Oswald's side. He's actually starting to enjoy this, almost to the point of laughter. "Good trick... Time to make... dissappear!"

COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Oswald with Strong Kick.
Glancing Blow

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Oswald           0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Blanka


There's a moment of half shrug as Blanka gives him a disgusted stare, a mild form of speedy apology. "Sorry." He intones flatly, and it does seem kind of sincere, but the sneer on his face seems to indicate his mind is still well on the match.
Hunching over a bit he brings his hands up on a pugilist's pose as Blanka warms up and swings that leg up and round. Oswald first ducks just an inch lower then his body springs up, but Blanka is quicker. Maybe miscalculation, maybe adjustment from the Brazilian Beast, but the kick clips his ankles and ruins his jump. His body drives aside and falls rather unceremoniously upon the ground, but he does catch himself before hitting with his whole weight, both arms down flat before him to soften the landing.
"Fast." The right hand balls into a fist and beats down a single time as he curses himself for underestimating again, turning his body to try and catch the beast as he's on one leg from the kick. First one arm then the other, back of wrist and then palm against the calf of the green-skinned fighter, it was his turn to feel the mat should his legs be swept from beneath him.

COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Medium Throw from Oswald with Electric Thunder.

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Oswald           1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0           Blanka


Sometimes, catching Blanka is a bad idea. Especailly when he /allows/ it. As he hangs out on one foot, he's carefully judging the time and plans. When Oswald leans in, Blanka braces up, and lets his foot get swept out from beneath him. Fingers flail out comically as he starts to fall, but just barely brush Oswald's sides, as if trying to keep his balance - but it is a trap!

As Blanka's back crunches against the floor of the Dojo, his body explodes into lightning, blue-white electricity arcing around the green beastman's body and then focusing up and into Oswald. All through it, Blanka's slightly pained face is full of glee, his eager foray into this fight being just what he needed to cheer up - the fact that he's been crunched into the floor isn't stopping him at all! "Fast.. like lightning!!"

If he had a dollar for each time he was electrocuted, Oswald would have two dollars. A moment of recollection makes him realize that wasn't too good an idea just as Blanka's face seems to crunch into a grimace then glee.
Beastly tazer or not, the sheer power of Blanka's shock is enough to send Oswald into a short launch backwards, flat-back landing into the tatami mat once more. This time it takes a few seconds before his head lifts, followed by his body, but his body isn't getting up so fast as before.
"...well done." He begrudgingly utters as he rolls his shoulders back and stands up straight to his full height - an impressive man himself, "Giving me a hard time, boy." 'boy', at least in his terms, wasn't condescending. It was a term of familiarity, in this case, between two warriors.
Head twisting hard, neck popping just a bit, he takes a moment to take a deep cleansing breath, letting his hands relax from fists this time... and waiting.

COMBATSYS: Oswald focuses on his next action.

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Oswald           1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0           Blanka


Blanka's also laid out, but quicker to recover. He stretches back up to his feet, hands flexing and focusing as he bounds away from Oswald. He howls in amusement, nodding towards the other man as he's half-complimented. "You.. strong, too! Blanka's having fun... needed it. Thank you!" He gives another toothy grin, both his hands behind his back.

They're only behind his back for a moment, as he leans up against the equipment locker. When Oswald tries to take that breath, Blanka brings them up and around. Inside his grip are a bunch of over-ripe cantalopes, perfect for splutting with, for smacking the other fighter and throwing off his stride. Blanka starts to chuck them, one after the other in a straight line towards Oswald. He'll have to deal with them somehow!!

COMBATSYS: Oswald endures Blanka's Thrown Object.

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Oswald           1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0           Blanka


"Hmh." There's a curt smile on his lips, offering a little nod of 'you're welcome' as Blanka thanks him. That lean, Blanka's not one to lean, he's strong, primal, rapid and lively. Something was up. The Irishman doesn't time to see what's coming, instead adopting the idea of fortune favoring the bold as he dashes forward full and upright...

And into the cantalopues. The first glances off the a corner of his forehead, the other hits him square on the cheek, and overripe or not, they had mass. Through the violent cloud of melon juice comes the Karnoffel Master, Knee up and rocketing toward the beast's chest as he lets out a deep and powerful battle cry...

COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks Oswald's Strong Kick.

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Oswald           1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0           Blanka


Ho, SNAP! Someone replaced Oswald with Tony Jaa!!! Flying knee from /nowhere!! Blanka's melon madness is interrupted by the sudden appearrance of Oswald's giant knee coming right for Blanka's chest! He throws his hands in the way, catching the knee on his forearms. He's knocked backwards, slamming into the wall and trapped there, taking the rest of the impact. He can't do anything to avoid or get out of the way, so simply taking it is all he can do!

Face-to-face with Oswald, he grins joyfully, and then tries to get his giant arms around the man again. An invitation to 'hug', or as Blanka might suggest, 'squeeze the stuffing out of Oswald'. If he can get those mighty mitts on Oswald, he'll give the man a giant bear hug, then throw him aside. It's a rough fight so far, and Blanka's feeling in tip-top shape! This, this is /exactly/ what he needed!

COMBATSYS: Oswald dodges Blanka's Strong Throw.

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Oswald           1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0           Blanka


Flying knee from nowhere, well, from in front of Blanka, anyway. His hair is still matted with the fremented juice from the melons, one eye shut from the trickle-down of the fruit as the knee hits into arms, making him scoff at his own misfortune. Blanka was younger, faster. Oswald needed to push himself harder.
It's a quick and brutal struggle as the arms move to give him a hug, and rather than stay helpless to the hold he fights in and squares his arms out to keep the treetrunk biceps from sinching in - while he couldn't hold Blanka's hold for long it was just enough to buy him time to slip down and 'way.
He had Blanka in a pressure spot now, and he didn't intend to let up. Shifting a bit to his right to try and favor Blanka's left, he brings his arms in much like a boxer would, and lunging in a short arc, bringing shoulders down as fist come up, trying to drive an uppercut when the arms would open again...

COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Fierce Strike from Oswald with Direct Lightning.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-

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Oswald           1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0           Blanka


"AWH-ROOOOOOO!" Blanka howls out as he misses on the hug, feeling Oswald eel out and away. It's difficult to follow up, and as he does try to follow the other man, it causes him to lean down and forwards. This, as will be noted later, is a 'bad tactical error'. When he's like this, his giant jaw is outstretched, and his attention is distracted - far and away, the best time for Oswald to do something like.. uppercut.

Unfortunately for Blanka, this is /exactly/ what Oswald does. The impact catches him off-guard, dizzies and knocks him backwards, onto his back with a crunching 'THUD'. His head bounces on the hard wood portion of the floor, and though he's instantly back on his feet, he's very, very dazed, rocking back and forth. Aiya!

That was payback for the melons. Oswald's breathing is hard and hissed, teeth bared, air rushing through the clenched, white, sneer. Gambling was a rush, but nothing like this. He loved the feel of battle deep down, so much more personal than long-distance assassinations, so much more lively. Far more satisfying.
Both warriors had their fair share of good hits, and now the fighters should have no regrets. All or nothing from this point on. Dazed or not, open fighter is an open fighter, and he doesn't mince words about it. Circling the orange haired Warrior as he wobbles, he waits until his head clears just a bit, before bringing his fist in hard against his own body, then giving a good, straight right to Blanka's exposed ribs...

COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Oswald's Medium Strike.

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Oswald           1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0           Blanka


Not /that/ dizzy! Blanka is quick to recover, shaking out his hair as he tries to recover the sensation of tasting blood - it's something he tries not to do, y'see - and having to do it is ick! As he sees Oswald's hard punch come in, he springs backwards, his body hitting the wall and balancing there as his fingers and feet dig into the wood of the dojo's side. He stays there in midair for a moment or two, staring down at Oswald, letting the instant urge to attack recklessly fade. He's breathing hard, fast - that has to settle.

Thinking back to the jungle, he takes his time, his focus on the sensation of the water falling from rocks into a pool, of tranquil times in the sun. His body loses the tension of battle, and he soaks in that pleasure, giving himself an edge in what is to come. When he speaks again, he sounds... well, almost human. "... Ready. When you are." His giant mit comes up, and beckons. You know the drill, right?

COMBATSYS: Blanka gains composure.

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Oswald           1/--=====/=======|===----\-------\0           Blanka


There was a human underneath that compounded cage of skin and green and orange and Aroo! Maybe that's part of what makes this fight so interesting. Ah, he looked so peaceful, and given the fact that Oswald didn't quite know what was happening he was content to let the moment of rest pass, using it to give himself a dissimilar breather, not quite so at peace.
Then the beckon and invite, and the Gambler obliges. One arm and leg was imbedded into that wall, meaning the other two were left to defend himself... it was a good opportunity. Giving a hop forward, Oswald goes for the joints as he lets his stance fall open but using a shift of hips to bring his shoulders into a twist, followed by the rest of his body, and that familiar sound of a card of metal that is drawn seemingly form nowhere and using it to drive to the hip... but it's only a distraction as he slips an ankle behind Blanka's and moves to try and hook his arm around his head to sweep his body up... and down to the mat...

COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Blanka with Deuce.

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Oswald           1/=======/=======|======-\-------\0           Blanka


Reaching out towards Blanka means that Blanka must react, mustn't he? Blanka is more than willing to try and get away from the grip - but as Oswald, cagey man that he is, has realized. It's difficult to get out of the way, and as his joints get neatly wrapped up, suddenly impossible. Yoinked from the wall, Blanka's introduced to the floor in a crunching crash and tumble. He's dizzy again still, losing his balance and sense for a long moment or two. Slower to get up, he rolls to the side, and wombles up to his feet.

"Very.. strong man. Survive long time in Jungle, Blanka... bet. " Another toothy grin, and the green giant leaps upwards - not an attempt to fake out, but instead, taking to the rafters of the dojo. He holds on there for just a second, and then comes straight down, giant feet aimed at Oswald's shoulders, trying to knock him into the floor in much the same way that the man drove him down. Above them, precariously balanced melons tremble, but do not fall - not /yet/, at least. Soon!

COMBATSYS: Oswald blocks Blanka's Strong Kick.

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Oswald           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0           Blanka


"And I can see why you did the same." He admits, and this time it's not begrudgingly, one gentlemanly compliment deserves another even if the context is something so vulgar as a scrap. As Blanks rolls to a stand, Oswald circles him and moves more toward the center, each step hard and unsubtle, full weight upon foot, not up on the balls of his feet.
With the leap up, Oswald has no choice but to follow with eyes, hand coming up to brush away the displaced and juice-matted hair away from his eyes. Then the beast leaps down and drives the leg hard into his shoulders, thanfully he had the time to square off and turn away just enough to absorb impact into a roll, but it's more than a single roll back that the force of the kick forces him to take, as he tumbles back two whole turns.

Oswald had no idea on the melons....

... and he didn't much care at this very moment.

From the roll, his heel anchors on the corner where wall meets floor, using that to spring himself forward in a dash. One arm is folded before him... the other is up high, a single card, facing way from Blanka held visible...

COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Joker' from Oswald with Electric Thunder.

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Oswald           0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1           Blanka


Roll all you want, Oswald! It shall not save you! Blanka's mouth hangs open, teeth showing widely as he laughs, eagerly pounding the ground as he recovers from the kick he'd placed on Oswald's shoulders. With an AWH-ROOOO! of excitement, he straightens up, preparing himself for what comes next. After all, Oswald's got to have something up his sleeve.

This time, he sees the move coming - the on e that Oswald used on him before, a attempt to blow him up with just that card. This time, Blanka repeats what he used before, that leap of his body taking him right in front of Oswald, his hands wrapping around the other man and /squeezing/, just as the card comes out. Hitting him, it sinks in, and his eyes glow gold at the impact - before his body /explodes/ in white and blue lightning, making both Oswald and Blanka glow merrily. Like a christmas tree. Unfortunately for Oswald, those metal edged cards probably conduct /really/ well. Blanka'll let go afterwards, staggering a few steps back, and holding his stomach. That /hurt/!

Hurt? Oswald probably came out the worse of the pair. The seasoned gambler is on the floor, the hand that held the card clutched in the other, letting the breath he had in him wheeze out of him in a long, sustained groan. He crawls just a bit, a few feet as blood trickles from his lips... probably bit something in the process of the shock. He didn't have much left in him - and it didn't look like Blanka had either.
One hand down to steady himself, he pushes up to his feet and now that he looks at the sad state he was in, he was happy he adopted a more casual approach to his attire. One suit ruined to Blanka-lectricity was enough for a month.
There were no more words now, he was too close to the edge to get cocky. He didn't feel up to fancyness just now.

It worked well for him before, so he draws his arms up and in close to his chest as he starts a quick pace walk toward the card-gouged beast, a shift of shoulder here, a twist of torso there... trying to land a right cross through the guard...

COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Medium Strike from Oswald with Direct Lightning.

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COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.

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Oswald           1/------=/=======|


Not much left ... at all! Blanka's pretty much out on his feet, but animal instinct shows well in his body, in his fighting style. He won't go down without a fight - but perhaps, this time, without a bite. He's dazed and dizzied, gold eyes unfocused as Oswald comes in - unable to /stop/ the man from throwing that fateful punch - the twist of knuckles, aimed for his noggin.

As Blanka's hit, he falls - it's pretty predictable, really. The beast is dropped, downed and to his knees. He's hunched over, hair hiding his face from view, but the trembling of his shoulders is enough to make one think he's either crying, or /laughing/. Suddenly, he chucks his head back, throwing it up so he can be seen, bright eyes pleased with the battle, his body rattling with soundless laughter. "Blanka... /needed/ this... But Blanka... done. So... you too!" With that, he /explodes/ in a wash of white and blue, one more giant wave of lightning rocking the entire room, catching the pair up in it's power. He's out of it, but gets to his feet - still able to fight, he's certain. He takes another step forwards...

THUD! A melon is disloged from above, and lands on his head. Suddenly unable to see, Blanka's body just gives out, and he falls forwards, quite possibly into Oswald's arms, or onto him in just general. Please be careful, he's kinda heavy.

It's like he was blasted backwards... and is falling into a huge pool of water. Sound garbles, vision blurrs, as his body flays back and limp. This time he fell flat and hard upon one of the bridging edges of the tatami mats that line to dojo floor... this time he there was barely life left in him.
His head lifts up once, eyes swelled and narrow, then back down again. Arms move to try and anchor... but the don't respond much. In and out of conciousness he wades... just enough to see a ball of green with stripe of orange come down and almost pancake over him. Then there was darkness...

He had miscalculated...

COMBATSYS: Oswald takes no action.


COMBATSYS: Oswald can no longer fight.

Log created on 21:55:49 02/27/2008 by Blanka, and last modified on 01:00:50 02/28/2008.