Description: High above dry Nevada deserts, four fighters square off in an aerial battle of epic proportions! Who wins? Who lives? Who dies a horrible death from a sabotaged parachute? READ TO FIND OUT!! (Winner: Whip)
What's the point of flying all the way up to thirteen thousand feet above the desert surrounding Las Vegas only to jump out of a plane and fall all the way back down to the ground? Oh, right. Ratings! In an attempt to take free for all combat to an all new level of insanity, Howard's people have scheduled for this week's Main Event to take place during free fall from high altitude...
The small cargo plane has provided the trip into the upper atmosphere only to start circling while waiting for instructions to get the match started. Each of the participants have been equipped with a parachute, asked to sign their waivers, and been given brief instructions on how low they can go before they have to pull the rip cord OR ELSE.
"I hope they gave you a parachute made for tanks," Ayame remarks, brown eyes focused on the impressive sight that is Birdie. She's fought him before and remembering what he's capable of puts trying to fall /away/ from the mountain of a man as a high priority in her mind. Marisol she remembers from a most troubled SNF with Alan when Ayame was first venturing into the public arena. And of Whip she knows pretty much nothing.
With the final moments before the match ticking away, the back door of the plane is opened wide, giving the fighters a wide bay from which to leap to their glory or doom. Stretching her arms out at her sides, the long haired girl is clothed in something more fitting for sky diving - black pants and a long sleeved black sweater. Looking over her opponents, the girl takes a few steps backward toward the opening. "Hm... I forget," she remarks, turning around in preparation to leap, "... which of your parachutes it was..." One last moment taken to check that she has her own parachute on tightly, "...that I sabotaged." And then she jumps.
Birdie came here for one reason. To beat the ever living crap out of everyone and anything that moved! Oh yeah! Truthfully, it's almost the reason why he came other than getting some good dough from Geese.
And when he's up here, he feels pretty good. Though he hasn't changed at all. Really, he hasn't changed his outfit or anything. He looks exactly the same as he bends over, trying not to piece to roof of the plane with his hair, scrunched in as he has a parachute attached to his back. As Ayame makes the comments, Birdie chortles.
"I hope they make a parachute for mice." Birdie snorts, as he meanwhile puts on a second and then third parachute. He's going to need more than one. Oh boy will he.
As he approaches the side of the plane, he looks around towards Marisol, and then Whip. He's seen everyone here. Except Whip. "Oh great. Don't all you chick-a-dee's forget how to fly now!" Birdie calls as he leaps, causing the plane to heave as he falls. Maybe even passing Ayame.
Oh how...how did Marisol get herself into this?
Thirteen thousand feet high above Sin City itself, Marisol O'Connell waits with a bit of nervous anxiousness in the bay of the cargo plane they've been supplied for this sky-high rendezvous. Seated away from the other three fighters present, the girl's knee swiftly bobs up and down, elbows comfortably nestled on her thighs as she sits. Clad in a pair of khakis and a black tanktop that proudly declares 'CSI: LAS VEGAS' in forest green across it (it was a souvenir!) she stares at the ground. The parachute hugging her back feels like it weighs five-hundred pounds.
She's nervous as hell.
Glancing up as Ayame regards Birdie, the half-Spaniard girl belts out a loud, nervous laugh before she looks away without a word. It was funny, but the fact she's about to recklessly throw herself out of the back of a plane AND FIGHT IN THE AIR is really daunting. What if their chutes get tangled and they all fall to their horrible demise. Eyes wander from Ayame to the large British brawler, before they regard Whip. All vaguely familiar faces - some more recognizable than others.
Rising slowly and hesitantly, Marisol forces herself to the roaring back door of the cargo plane, where a lovely view of the Nevada deserts they hover above can be seen. "Oh shit," the girl mutters to herself, peering downwards. "Th...that's really high." And then Ayame jokes about sabotage, to which the girl's face flushes as pale as white. "WHAT??!" Almost instantly the girl gets cold feet and starts backpedaling from the open bay.
"GO FOR IT MISS O'CONNELL!" a man behind her cries. She tries to turn to face him.
His hands shove into her back, and she stumbles forward, forward, forward...right off the back of the plane, where she begins to fall freely in the blue skies.
While screaming loudly.
Ever since the details of Whip's Saturday Night Fights were given televised release, she had found herself receiving the strange and delightful help from many of the younger Ikari recruits, all seeming enthusiastic about preparing her for her fight. They bought her a vast collection of DVDs, some called "Fear and Loathing" and "Con Air," explaining that they were an in-depth documentaries about travel over and in Las Vegas.
One night later, finding herself sitting in a rickety airplane, a paracute stamped to her back, and Sweet Home Alabama stuck in her head, Whip decides once she's home she's going to punch those little bastards right in the face.
For now, she remains one of the most mysterious parties of the fight on the trip up, remaining strangely quiet for most of it, though her body language and pleasant temperament seems to correlate a little too negatively with the desert campaign commando wear she sports, with an added pair of flight goggles hanging around her neck.
When the door rolls open, and the other fighters begin to stir, and Ayame makes her dark little comment -- possibly the first sound Whip makes in the last hour is her sudden, barked-out little laugh, amusement quickly lighting up her face. Oh, she likes her.
After Marisol is all but heaved out of the plane, the last fighter steps up to bat and the open door, securing her trusty whip Voodoo around her upper arm and lifting her goggles over her eyes. She grabs hold of the side of the plane. She looks down at the tiny world below. She crouches. She tenses.
...She turns around and squints at the SNF personnel behind her. "Say, hypothetically... if my parachute were sabotaged, and my flightpath was drastically altered, and I was forced to land slightly off course... what's the chance that I would land in some abandoned airfield where, oh, say, a downed, hijacked plane full of escaped lifers would be refuelling and --"
The man is facepalming heavily.
"OK, OK, I'm jumping," Whip intones, sighing gustily. She crouches. She tenses. She--
"Is Bat Country a real place?"
He pushes her out.
COMBATSYS: Ayame has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Whip has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Whip
Free fall is a strange place to do combat. That's the first thought Ayame has as she begins her rapid descent, arms out at her sides, hair flailing out behind her. The vast desert below, the cityscape off to the side hardly looking like the thriving uban environment from up this high... it's all quite the nice view. But there's little time to enjoy it from up here.
Before the match Ayame tried to picture what it would be like to fight in such a situation but most of her ideas came up not really seeming all that great. Birdie joins her in the air a second later, however, and it's time to pretend like she has a clue about what it is she's doing out there.
"Right," the girl mumbles, patting down her pants, slipping her hands into pockets, sheaths, pouches, trying to find anything that would be useful with the large fighter gaining fast. Her right hand comes up with a small silver whistle which she blinks at for a moment before letting go of it. "Don't remember packing that."
From around her throat she tugs on a couple of chain 'necklaces', slipping the neckwear off into her hands, revealing it to be a set of small weights on chains linked by a ring. Grinning up at Birdie, Ayame whips the bolas around once before releasing it, sending the whirling balls and chains hurtling in his direction.
"Here, I thought I'd make a donation to your chain collection!" the girl exclaims the moment she's unleashed the weapon, hands already busily seeking something else that that might prove to be useful in one of her pockets.
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Hijacked from Ayame with Murderer Chain.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Whip
Birdie begins to plumet at a rapid descent. It's crazy. He's fat, large, muscular and tall. He's wearing three different parachutes, and now he's blazing down at the speed of light. Well, okay, thats not the only thing that's going on. He almost even slides past Ayame, quickly flying down and passing Ayame.
But he slows down by openning one of the parachutes. He's still falling like a rock, but he's now as slow as everyone else.
Looking towards Ayame, Birdie seems to give her the 'bring it' motion. And she does bring it. More so than Birdie had imagined. She unleashes a bunch of chains, seeking to grab and toss him.
"It's alright, I already got my own!" He calls, unravelling the other links much slower than he had imagined.
Infact he does it so slow, he's tossed and choked by her chain. "Rarghrhghh!" He chokes, "Get you!"
As Marisol begins to fall, she catches wind of something from Whip. Is Bat Country real?
"NO!" the girl yells up, her scream all but stopping in that moment. "BUT FLAVOR COUNTRY IS! I THINK!"
And then Whip emerges from the bay of the cargo plane, shoved off as well. It draws a light furrow over her forehead, thin red brows wrinkling slightly as she observes the other falling girl. Then, swiftly, those gray eyes flicker aside, toward Birdie and Ayame, as the tiny Asian girl throws chains at the Brit who tries his best to show her how many he has. It doesn't go as planned.
"Oh man," the girl mutters to herself, falling freely through the air. "This is the dumbest thing I've gotten myself into by far. What the hell was I thinking?"
But a fight is a fight. Looking upwards, the girl purses her lips before she nods once.
"HEY! BAT COUNTRY!" she calls up to Whip. "SORRY!" Sorry?
The redhead then begins to SWIM in the AIR upwards, an attempt to catch up to Whip before she coils a fist back and, in one motion, attempts to sock the girl hard in the gut.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Whip with Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Whip
The wind rushes past. Her ears immediately pop. The temperature immediately stings her skin. But Whip is an Ikari, and Ikari just don't complain. She puts her mind on the job and tucks in her limbs, bulleting through the open air as the brown, dusty, dirtbowl world of Nevada looms far below.
As she follows her peripherals one way, watching the skirmish begin between Ayame and Birdie, something comes from the other side. 'SORRY!' Whip hears an instant before she's blindsided by Marisol, the redhead running on air and careening in to meet the soldier with a vicious punch. Surprised, she tries to bear down, knowing it's too late to try to dismiss the strike, but the bare-knuckle boxer proves her skill.
Hit solid with a grunt and a whuff of a lost breath, Whip tosses a wide-eyed glance on Marisol, before her expression mutates into a devious amusement. "--What're you apologizing for?! That was great!"
Suddenly, one arm moves, that ropey, leathery whip swiftly unraveling off the Ikari girl's forearm. Deftly, almost imperceptively, she flicks her arm, and taking advantage of terminal velocity, tries to direct her weapon straight down at Marisol, gravity spreading it through the air and pulling it down in a heavy lash. Grasping the handle, Whip grunts again as she twists, suddenly pulling a barrel roll as she wrenches on her weapon, pulling it back and arcing it outward again to try to crack bitingly against the redhead.
Birdie tries play the chain game with Ayame, but the girl has already moved onto something else instead, "Well, it's good you came prepared," she grins back at the huge brute as he uses one parachute to slow his descent to match the lighter weight fighters in this free for fall.
Having tossed away her spinning chains, Ayame reaches over her shoulder, slipping her hand in between her back and the parachute's backpack. Pulling out a set of blades folded flat and joined together at the handles by an iron ring, Ayame flicks her wrist, forcing the sharp metal blades into ninety degree angles from each other.
A glance is cast Birdie's way before the girl decides to take her chance on a different target, brown eyes fixing on Marisol for a moment, remembering getting punched out something fierce by her in the past. "Che, I think I owe her one..." Hair and clothing rippling in the wind, Ayame pulls her arm back and then swings it forward, sending the giant shuriken spinning for the Spanish boxer's side!
Birdie's thrown backwards by the chain. It squeezes him a good deal, but damn, it hurts. Just enough for him to forget as he looks down. Oh hey look, no ground. Now he's totally not used to that. That's why he took three parachutes. The chance of all three failing? Haha. Really, really low. Damn he's good.
As he falls, he looks towards the other light fighters, even as two of them move towards Marisol. Well now, that allows him to get back at some of them. When he sees Marisol, he knows exactly what he's going to do. Yeah, that's right. He's going to attack Marisol.
As he tries swimming through the air, he gets the feeling that this really isn't working. But he still does it. Making the motions and everything as he free falls towards the other fights. And once there, he lurches out a double flying kick towards Marisol.... but misses. "Ey! What the bloody 'ell?!" Birdie calls as he continues on going, his huge boots aimed towards Whip's face, even as she tries to crack the read head!
COMBATSYS: Whip successfully hits Marisol with Strength Shot - Chikara.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Whip
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Power Fling from Ayame with Snap Wind.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Whip
What is Marisol apologizing for?
...
Yeah, what IS she apologizing for?
r A swift smirk climbs over the girl's full lips in response to the Ikari woman, eyes half-lidded in an expression of delight, her fear of falling to her ultimate demise in the hot deserts of Nevada a distant thought on her mind, even as the air whistles loudly over her. "Good question - and thanks!" the girl replies, before gray eyes suddenly widen. Whip's moving, a whip brandished. Try as the girl may to just endure through the awful pain of that braided leather, it proves a worthless endeavor; struck, and hard, the girl grunts in response, before suddenly she's whipped in the forehead.
Bleeding and mildly disoriented, the girl hears SOMETHING from behind her. Spinning midair, the girl notes two things: a large shuriken blazing right for her and Birdie's MASSIVE BULK flying toward her. With a look of disbelief, just lets her body move, Birdie's trajectory off just enough that he somehow (thankfully for Marisol) sails past her right for poor Whip. But the half-Spaniard girl keeps move - right for Ayame and that weapon of hers.
The shuriken slices, leaving a gash across her side as she "dives" after Ayame and, upon closing in, delivers a straight punch, followed by a nasty uppercut and an odd cry of: "HRAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Whip blocks Birdie's Strong Kick.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Whip
Drawing in Voodoo with a quirked grin, the freefalling Ikari soldier loops her weapon back up her arm and over her shoulder, giving its handle a rough kiss. She twists back to a skydiver's proper position, her lean body turning just in time to pick up a glimmer of movement, reflected off her goggles. Whip is glad to have packed them.
She immediately reacts, reaching out to meet Birdie's kick at the barest, breakneck moment of collision, taking the hit and absorbing it right into her arms. The power behind the strike bullets them both through the air, with little friction to stop them, as the girl quickly tries to turn one hand to try to grab the man around the ankle. She grins widely, crookedly, not-so-nicely.
And, then, with a fierce, surprising strength that belies her lean, limber little body, Whip twists with the momentum to try to swing Birdie around, past, and away -- yet hardly inclining to let him get away that easy. Her weapon unleashes a moment later, Voodoo swung along after, cracking through the air and trying to snag him any way she can -- so that, with a vicious tug and some help from terminal velocity, Whip can reintroduce herself to Birdie with an attempt to repeatedly slam her heeled boot into his face.
The spinning bladed object was intended to keep anyone from wanting to get close to her, but all it seems to have done is drawn Marisol her way. Ayame is too busy digging through her pockets to do much of anything in time to react to Marisol's diving punch that leaves the feather weight stunned - an easy target for the follow up uppercut that catches her in the chin with jarring force.
Wincing as she's literally spun backward by Marisol's strike, the girl manages to steady herself by extending her arms, the wind tearing at her sleeves as she quicky surveys this air born scuffle. So far she's lost a toy with each person she's attacked, but at that rate she's going to run out well before this is done. Deciding to opt for something a little less disposable, the girl draws her collapsed staff, having chosen to save it until she has a bit of a better feel for fighting in such a strange venue.
Irritated, she glares toward Marisol, but the distance between them limits the likelyhood of a ranged attack just yet. Opting instead to spin in on Birdie, the girl attempts to simply smack him in the back of the head at the same time Whip is lashing out for him. Trying to capitalize on the larger fighter's potential distraction in order to land a clean hit is certainly not beneath the young fighter!
COMBATSYS: Whip successfully hits Birdie with Boomerang Shot.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Whip
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Ayame's Medium Strike.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Whip
Birdie looks towards Whip. Well, certianly she couldn't do anything to ba-whoops! That's funny Birdie, you thought that you couldn't get smoke, but you could. Haha. See. Still, Birdie looks towards the boomerang. It's launches towards him. He actually tries to swim at first, but entirely gives up. As it comes to him, Birdie does the first thing that comes to mind. He tries to catch the damn thing.
And he really does try. The boomerang comes for him as he moves to grab it, but it falls out of his hands, ripping into him as he snarls. "Dammit!" He calls, pissed off that today his hand eye coordination sucks.
But if it wasn't whip, then it's Ayame. That Ayame really cheeses him off too. Especially as she's sent his way due to Marisol. GEE, THANKS MARISOL. What a nice present. As Ayame moves to smack him, Birdie just raises his meaty fists, floating backwards quickly as he makes his way towards Marisol, and once anywhere close, well, Birdie just moves. And he moves quickly towards her. Okay. Quickly for a slow man.
He floats, head first, right towards Marisol with UNBELIEAVABLE POWER.
What UNBELIEAVABLE POWER could Birdie be packing in his HEAD.
STAY tuned. For MARISOL will tell the world. And if he manages to stick her with his hair piece? PUNCHES. Oh YEAH.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Marisol with Bull Horn Final.
- Power hit! -
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Whip
The glare is noted, drawing a confused look from the half-Spaniard.
"WHAT??" the redhead cries, over the roar of wind whipping against her ears and face. Shrugging helplessly at the weapons-user, Marisol can only fall freely and wonder why the girl looks so damn mean. It's a fight! What does she expect?!
No matter to her, however. For a brief moment in her freefall, the girl actually draws her legs up and crosses them, sitting Indian-style as she rubs her chin. These sorts of fights are always so difficult, she muses privately. It's so difficult to pick who to punch.
"Eenie," the girl begins, a finger bobbing from Birdie to Whip. "Meanie," she continues, drawing a finger away from Whip to Ayame. "Minie..." Her finger wanders back to Birdie. "Moe." It lands on Whip, and promptly Marisol offers a shrug. "Works for me."
But before she can really get comfortable and capitalize on this moment of wonderful opportunity and abuse the poor Ikari girl, Birdie catches her peripheral. Blinking, the girl turns slowly, to regard the man as he floats toward her with his hair. Lifting her arms, she seems uncertain, attempting to shrug off his hair. A noble effort!
But poor in execution.
Struck - and hard - the girl goes blazing downwards, free-falling toward the earth below. At least it gives her a moment to try and shake off the god-awful pain...and struggle to pop her chute AND, above all else, catch her breath. "Christ almighty," she mutters, sounding very much annoyed.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Whip
Her attack meeting with solid flesh instead of the open air, a satisfied Whip gives Voodoo a tug to free it, pulling against the full throttle of gravity to wind her treasured weapon back up her arm. She twists backwards in the air, giving her lithe body an acrobatic spin to make quick distance, taking a moment to check her drop gauge. She still has time -- or rather, distance.
Swinging back to belly position, the Ikari soldier arrows in on the fourth fighter who, so far, has managed to escape her attention. Whip decides to remedy that problem. She tucks in her limbs and swoops, beelining towards Ayame, the could-be sabateur of one of their parachutes. With a sharp smile haunting her mouth, one girl hurtles in towards the other, twisting and trying to graze past the other, one arm moving fast as she gets in close.
Packing an arsenal of her own, it's a question where Whip is storing the heavy knife that she draws, thumbing it into a reverse-grip and striking it, trying to slice a deep groove across Ayame's body as she hurtles past.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter Medium Strike from Whip with Fierce Strike.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Whip
Well, she didn't really get the clean hit she was hoping for on Birdie. Though on some level she can't help but wonder if there would really even be a noticeable difference between a smack to his head or a smack to his fists, given the man looks made of far stronger stuff than most earthly matter can hope to achieve, including her titanium staff. It's with someway relief for the girl when the meat miracle takes off after Marisol instead.
A glance downward is risked, trying to get a sense for how much time is left, leaving her to completely miss the exchange between Birdie and the Pacific High student. "Che," Ayame grunts, looking back up just in time to see Whip hurtling toward her, knife blade glinting in the bright Nevada sun. Trying to twist herself into a solid slaming position intended to drive Whip back the way she came almost like a baseball sent on a home run trajectory, Ayame's timing just isn't up to the task. Fighting on the ground would make that so much easier, she's certain!
The large knife gets a clean shot, gashing deep into Ayame's side, slicing easily through her sweater and into her skin. Gasping, surprised at having the weapons play turned around on her, the girl spends a moment noticing that she's leaving a couple of drops of blood in the air as she falls, the crimson liquid floating up behind her. "Swell." Tucking her staff under her shoulder, the girl rips off her left sleeve and ties it around her waist, doing a little to stem the blood loss. It keeps her distracted for a moment, but attention is still paid to the movement of the other fighters as well.
Even as the LARGE KNIFE WIELDING WHIP goes after Ayame. Birdie thinks for certain that Geese would be pretty good working for him. Let's entirely forget that Whipe works for Heidern and Birdie said something about Rugal being awesome infront of the man, let's just think 'Man, knife? She'd be good for shanking people.
Birdie instantly falls in love.
It's too bad he didn't tell his meaty hands that.
As he floats towards Whip, hands out, he almost puts along nice and slow, moving towards her. She does have an arsenal. The more weapons, the hotter you are. And Whip is smoking. As such, Birdie gravitates towards her. Slowly, or something of the like. He just makes himself so he's not too easily seen, but at the same time OH HEY WHAT'S THAT. It's a Birdie. COMING ATCHA.
But instead of leading with a hair piece, he leads with his big meaty arms. "Hu-hah!" he calls, moving to pick whip up and hurl her towards the ground. Well, okay, not ground, but crush her in his huge hands! And then probably throw her downward to give her some G's.
Some good G's.
Well, it appears that everyone has left the half-Spaniard to free-fall toward Nevada far below, and that's just fine by her. It allows Marisol a chance to actually try and recover as best as she can from being...stabbed by Birdie's hair, and focus on the fight at hand. But even still, the girl scowls lightly, gray eyes hooded in annoyance as she peers up at the three. Whip is stabbing people and Birdie is looking to stab poor Whip. With MEAT?? Maybe.
"Tch!" Biting at her bottom lip, the girl tenses her legs before she. ..again tries to swim upwards in the air, right after Birdie. Coming up behind, she attempts to gain height before she kicks the man in the back of his head. Whether he turns to face her or not, well, the girl will punch him with a glowing fist to the torso or back, followed by two chi-laced hook punches aimed for his ribs!
She can't sit around doing nothing forever! Besides, she has to repay Birdie for his previous generosity!
COMBATSYS: Whip blocks Birdie's Strong Throw.
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Whip
Whip has an entire armada on her. But that is long beside the point.
She twists in the air, wiping the blood off her knife against her own pantleg, quickly and deftly sheathing the weapon in whatever secret place she drew it out of. But not before the flat of the blade catches a glimpse of something big. Something bad. Something that comes within an inch of getting the drop of her.
She whirls on Birdie the instant he strikes, the wind scathing by as she snaps one arm out, moving with that same deceptive strength to take and discard the attack, his other hand grabbing her own gloved hand instead of something much more delicate and full of important innards. Still, he's big, and even blocking the guy hurts.
Still, from her position, Whip catches a glimpse of Marisol careening forward at Birdie's back. She remembers that redhead from before, in the park -- and she likes her. So she decides to give the girl a helping hand. Trying to keep Birdie's attention directed on herself, the Ikari soldier flares him a bright, but taunting smile, her voice clucking sadly as she imparts, "Close, but no cigar." Then she turns, attacking at the same time the Pacific boxer does, fisting one hand and trying to deck him upside the face.
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Whip's Strong Punch.
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Birdie 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Whip
COMBATSYS: Birdie interrupts Red Clover from Marisol with Bull Spike.
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Birdie 1/=======/=======|======-\-------\0 Whip
Her mid-combat wound tending taken care of, Ayame finally turns her attention fully back to the fight at hand, eyes quickly taking in the exchange between both Whip and Marisol going after Birdie at the same time. After getting slashed open by some kind of HUNTING KNIFE, Ayame is perfectly fine with being left alone for the moment.
On the other hand, the fight does have something of a time limit. The ground isn't getting further away any time soon, and they're not going to fall any slower. The match needs to conclude /soon/. On the other hand, there's no real rush to dive into the middle of the meat grinder that IS that crazy trio right /now/.
Taking hold of her staff again, Ayame straightens her arms out at her sides for a moment, getting control of her fall for a moment, dropping legs first, hair whipping up over her head. For a moment she tries to forget about the tangled nightmare her long hair is going to be by the time this ordeal is over and instead concentrate on the various trajectories of her three opponents. She's going to have to do better than she managed against Whip when the Ikari warrior last flew her way...
COMBATSYS: Ayame focuses on her next action.
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Birdie 1/=======/=======|======-\-------\0 Whip
Thee's something to be said when big bruisers like Birdie joins SNF events like this. Geese totally knows why he put them in the event. Birdie's job? Take advantage of the situation. And boy howdy is he. As Whip decides that she wants to get close and personal with Birdie, the man just looks towards him. She smiles, he grins. "Alright." He states as he brings up massive arms infront of the hand. The strike literally hits meat, bone, and stops cold. It's sort of disturbing. There's a welt, but Birdie is otherwise doing fine. "How bout that?"
But Birdie has no time to waste. As Marisol comes, he has to think fast. Wait is she kicking for his hair? SHE IS. And Birdie takes advantage of that. As the kick comes, Birdie's hair takes the blow, actually hooking onto Marisol's foot as he kicks. That's going to leave a mark. She's still able to punch and hook him in the back and neck, but her attempts are thwarted (mostly) by her having some terrible footing!
"Hawhawhawh!" Birdie calls, his body still hurt from the welts. Those dang hurt. "Nice try, chick-a-dee, but will ya go after someone more your size? I can't play with ya all day." He states, bucking his head back and sending Marisol flying.
In the distant part of Marisol's mind, she's really regretting this fight.
Not only because she's falling freely toward the dusty deserts of Nevada below, but because she's endured so much goddamned pain she's starting to think she sees six other fighters - not three. And this becomes doubly more troublesome as Birdie quite suddenly turns around and slams his forehead into hers, a resounding crack echoing even on whipping air as the fighters fall. For a moment, Marisol falls freely, dazed and most certainly confused.
Shaking her head sharply after the moment passes, the girl bites at her bottom lip as she corrects herself a bit. Looking upwards at the gathered three, she turns her gaze between them. Of everyone, she thinks Birdie has earned the majority of her ire - especially by calling her names, like chick-a-dee! Frowning deeply, the girl inhales deeply.
And then, suddenly, she launches herself upwards, beelining for the bulky Briton. Zeroing in on the man - again, sadly - the half-Spaniard's fist glow with chi, as she attempts to deliver three fierce hooks before she cease abruptly to drive an uppercut into his jaw. She'll lash out then, to grab the man by his collar or whatever she can grab before headbutting him, sealing the deal thereafter with a fierce uppercut coupled with an explosive burst of raw dandelion-yellow chi.
And a loud, guttural yell. Yeah.
In the split-second when Birdie's arm receives the brunt of Whip's thrown fist, she looks up, her dark eyes narrowing behind the lenses of her goggles at his comment. Still, good-natured as the Ikari Warrior is, even at terminal velocity, she can't help but smirk back, replying him with a dismissive, ever-so-eloquent, "Hmmf."
Then, Birdie breaks away to deal with the missile better known as Marisol, and Whip believes the best way of surviving is not to get in between that pair of scissors. She cuts away through the air, quicking spotting Ayame out by her lonesome, looking all but reluctant to tangle herself into the fray. Smart girl.
But Whip has a way with herding errant fighters. She sticks two fingers into her mouth and gives a loud, shrill whistle that barely breaks through the howling wind, being as so nice as to try to catch the other girl's eye. Then the Ikari soldier reaches back, her right hand moving like a quickdraw, reaching into that arsenal she carries on her own person. Is she going for that whip of hers? Is it going to be another knife?
Or maybe it's just that godzilla of a gun Whip pulls off her back. Her mouth twists into a promising grin as she, with only one hand, levels the monster of a Desert Eagle straight on Ayame, winking one eye in a friendly way before she fires on the girl.
COMBATSYS: Ayame reflects Desert Eagle from Whip with Midsummer Fantasy.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 1/=======/=======|======-\-------\0 Whip
It looks like Whip has gotten wise to Ayame's staying out of the middle of the worst of things and at first the strawberry-blond haired girl's attention is lost on the Ikari soldier as she watches Birdie and Marisol exchange fight ending blows between each other. Last time she fought in a battle with Marisol, the red-head was the one that took her out with a solid beat down and this time Ayame isn't wanting to give her a chance to catch her off guard like /that/ again.
The whistle catches her attention though and the young bandit's attention snaps to Whip just in time to catch the wink. That's awfully sporting of her, the girl has a split second to muse before she's slamming her left hand forward, keeping her staff gripped in her right hand as she continues to fall. Not only has Whip got good aim, but she's making up for the velocity that they're falling at remarkably well too, leaving the shots fired as being spot on to strike the girl.
And they would have were it not for the shield Ayame creates, pure red, churning chi swirling in front of her palm, forming a barrier of crimson light. Whip isn't the only superb shot here though, as Ayame's shield isn't just for stopping the bullet but for sending it tumbling through the air right back for whip.
The barrier is dismissed as Ayame takes hold of her staff again, exhaling softly at the expenditure of effort. She's going to have get close to someone to wrap this fight up. Playing the range game is too draining. Still, "You don't fight like most street fighters," the girl remarks, lifting her voice just loud enough to be heard over the echo of the reflected bullet. Most of the people she faces are no where near the sorts that would give someone a warning before taking a shot!
COMBATSYS: Birdie interrupts Cloud Nine from Marisol with Quick Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Ayame
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Birdie 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Whip
Did you ever have one of those days that, no matter how hard some one tries to kick your ass they just can't fit their foot up it? Well, Birdie's having one of those days, and ever since he hit Marisol she's been all over him. Sorry Marisol, Birdie's totally too busy oogling Whip's giant weapons. She has some nice ones.
Still, if Marisol isn't about to let that stop her. She's lunging towards Birdie. Because he called ner names. Well, as she does launcher herself, Birdie can only tell that at the start, Birdie's just getting three fierce hooks delivered to him, energy bleeding over them. He takes each one of them, one after another after another before actually catching the uppercut mid flight.
"Oh no," Birdie states, shaking his head, "Not this time." He snarls before lifting up Marisol and hurling her away. Towards Ayame. But something tells Birdie that she's still going to come back. Like a boomerang.
And it was all going so well, too.
In the flurry of Marisol's assault on Birdie, it would appear that the bigger and undoubtedly scarier Birdie has plans otherwise. In an instant the girl's hand is suddenly ripped from the midst of its uppercut, drawing a bemused look over the redhead's tanned features. What the hell..?
And then, rather fiercely and angrily, the girl is sent launching for the weapons girl. Bleary and barely coherent at this point, she does all she can do in this oh-so painful moment with the taste of blood in her mouth. She'll take out Ayame. As she sails for the tiny girl, a fist clenches tightly at her side. Closing in, she'll attempt to swing it outwards, to sock the girl in the gut before she reaches outwards for her skull, to crack it into her knee, before delivering a straight kick right to the girl's face.
After all that?
Marisol is out light a light. WILL SHE FALL TO HER DEMISE?
Naaaah. Fortunately the parachutes are equipped to trigger by remote if a fighter who has yet to deploy one is knocked unconscious. And so, with her chute deployed, the girl floats freely to the heated Nevada deserts below, unable to appreciate the view.
But there was a lesson learned here today.
She really hates parachuting.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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Ayame 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Birdie
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COMBATSYS: Whip endures Ayame's Reflected Desert Eagle.
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Ayame 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Birdie
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Whip, despite being a pretty cagey, dirty fighter, and as about as rough a mercenary they come, is a pretty nice girl. Sometimes a little too nice. Sometimes really, really, regrettably nice.
Her good will towards men and Ayames gets its just rewards, when the other girl demonstrates an unparalleled skill in ricocheting that bullet straight at its maker. Whip only has time to widen her eyes. Oh, shi--
Knowing her own gun and how damned hard it'd be to dodge it, she just bites down and bears, twisting herself in time to spare her own vitals and take the bullet soundly in the leg. It pulls a huff of pain out of the young woman, blood dribbling free and lost into the whistling velocity of freefall. That hurts like a sonuva... no wonder her trusty eagle pisses people off.
But Whip suffers it, soldiering through the awful sting and opening her eyes in time to reply Ayame with a pained, but still genuine smirk. In that second of conversation between them, she manages to reply, "That's because I'm an Ikari."
The next moment, Marisol SCUDs past, reaching an entirely different trajectory thanks to Birdie's handling. Whip looks away from Ayame then, and back on to Birdie, fastening him with a different, almost thoughtful look. She tucks in her limbs to gain speed and momentum, deciding she's not yet finished with him. Her gun exchanged for her personal choice of weaponry, her trusty whip comes back to play, the vicious leather unravelling off her arm as she turns sharply, fighting against her velocity to crack it at him. The biting leather swings in harshly, trying to snag him around the throat, her gloved hands applying pressure to try to turn it into a garrote. A dominatrix even at freefall.
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Marisol's Chain Reaction.
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Ayame 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Birdie
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It's rare that Ayame has the chance to fight in a match alongside someone as well versed in weaponry as Whip. As she watches the agile soldier swap from whip, to guns, to knives, back to her whip the girl can't help but be impressed. Not that she has a lot of time to appreciate the Ikari warrior's talent as Marisol decides to take a parting shot at the teen fighter on her way out.
Only by raising her staff in the way to intercept the strikes Ayame able to come out of Marisol's assault without too much damage, moving the metal weapon into the way of the punches and kicks, her arms aching as she's spared the worst of the blunt trauma intended for her by the red head. She'd have something snappy to bid Marisol farewell with if she wasn't too busy shaking her arms out while the other girl's parachute opens. In a way she thinks Marisol's lucky. She's not having to deal with the insanity that is the remaining moments of this fight!!
Left alone once again, Ayame observes Whip attempting to choke the giant Birdie. Maybe it's time for his parachutes to go off, he's about done Ayame wagers considering all he's weathered thus far. Which means her target really should be the soldier girl. And 'Ikari', huh. The young fighter makes a note to look into what that means later. It doesn't match any militaries she's familiar with, yet the other girl's training and attire would certainly suggest such... Well, Whip gave her a warning before taking a shot so Ayame, in a rare fit of decency, decides to do likewise.
No whistle to announce her sudden dive toward the other girl, only a shout, "Don't forget about me!" Mimicking the way Whip managed to dive into her so fast earlier, Ayame makes herself more streamline, arms against her sides, picking up the speed she needs to close distance...
And then comes the swift swings of her staff toward the other girl - left, right, left, before finishing with a sweeping kick intended to put a little distance between the two of them again.
COMBATSYS: Birdie Toughs Out Whip's Snare Whip!
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Birdie's geting lasso'd! All the birdies getting Lasoooooooood!
Well, there's only one Birdie, one Lasso, my bad, WHIP, so there's only one Birdie on the throes of passing out in Whip's whip.
Even if it was just a passing fancy to Whip, to Birdie it's one of those 'oh you gotta be' things. Since he just got done fighting Marisol! And now he's being choked by the whip. Well, even as it bites into him, Birdie's body force is too much? How much? Well, we're about to find out!
Being choked to death as he falls parachutes to the ground after free falling isn't really one of those things you plan for. They just... happen.
And this better not just happen or Geese is really going to be haunted. Still, Birdie's no fool. He's not staying by whip. And he's definitely not opening his mouth because he needs like everything, every one as he pulls Whip along for the ride. He's like a dog on a leash moving towards something else.
Which is Ayame.
Well, Birdie likes her by the way he THROWS HIMSELF HEAD FIRST AT HER, bringing up his fists to beat the ever living crap out of her if she doesn't react fast. Because, let's face it.
Ayame and Whip might have a thing for each other, and that would be hot.
COMBATSYS: Whip interrupts Fierce Strike from Ayame with Strength Shot - Chikara.
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Towed along by her pet Birdie, who is getting his walkies while freefalling -- toward the getting-dangerously-close Nevada desert -- Whip keeps her eyes open and her senses sharp, and it pays off at the end.
Well, that and Ayame's helpful little call. One good turn deserves another!
She turns her head to the soft noise that barely permeates the speed at which they fall, registering the girl and that brutal-looking staff of hers. Whip has only a split-second to react. Letting her whip release Birdie back to the world, she tenses and -- seems to fall into the series of strikes Ayame imparts, taking them with the stern resilience of a soldier who was trained by pain. The staff connects heavily, cleanly -- a little too cleanly -- and that finalizing kick swerves the falling Ikari away.
The distance Ayame gained may have spared her from any replying fist or foot... but not a fifteen-foot bullwhip. The instant the momentum kicks her back, Whip strikes, waiting patiently for her moment and getting it. Her weapon unravels, moving with gravity to strike at the girl the instant she's open, as Whip's quick arm and tricky mid-air movements careen her weapon back to add a couple more lashes.
When Birdie registers on her peripherals once more, looking more nuke than man as he careens at the poor, poor Ayame, Whip is smart enough to draw back entirely, Voodoo and all, giving no more than a foreshadowing wince at what's about to come.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter The Birdie MAX from Birdie with Weapon Jab.
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Birdie 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Whip
COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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Birdie 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Whip
At first Ayame thinks she's gotten away after her strikes against Whip, but the moment that /whip/ lashes out she recognizes the retaliation for what it is. Caught, well, mid-air as they all have the whole fight, there's not really much quick navigation she can do to get out of the way and the lashes leave their mark, smacking the girl's limbs and once across the cheek for good measure. Ow, okay, so that's what it feels like when she does the same thing to /other/ people... good to know...
Of course that little object lesson doesn't really have much time to sink in before Ayame realizes she has an incoming locomotive coming her way. Whirling around in mid-air, the girl is facing the incoming pain train but that just lets her face her doom head on rather than getting side swiped for all the good it does. There is the feeble attempt of bringing her staff up to jab it out, hoping to just take advantage of the tractionless 'arena' to let herself be pinged harmlessly out of the way, but it is as if a blade of grass before the bulldozer for all the help that attempt is.
Already worn out from the hits she's taken in the fight, Ayame isn't really up for whatever Birdie's dishing out, his fists slamming into the far more fragile fighter with the kind of strength it takes to finish fights. Beaten, punched, slammed, the girl goes limp by the end of the assault, the safety-chute shooting out of her pack, letting her join Marisol for the more 'relaxing' trip to the desert floor below.
Well, Birdie totally didn't expect that. Even as Ayame lurches for Whip, Whip fires the bullets from her guns. And they certainly are good bullets. Very good bullets indeed. So good bullets infact, that Birdie just keeps on going towards Ayame. Because he can tell she's going to try a move that totally deserves this.
And she does. Birdie barrels through, not giving no real damn about about her. Of course, this almost means that the train that is Birdie almost stops and pulls into the station. The staff is brought up... and then Birdie just moves right there. It's gonna be hurty time. But Birdie isn't done, pushing himself over towards Whip, turning around and taking out his Chain. His chain of MURDERERNG.
"That's it, you're next!" Birdie calls, straightening the chain as he lurches towards Whip, getting closer to the ground now, attempting to choke her with it. Because real men GET CLOSE.
COMBATSYS: Whip blocks Birdie's Murderer Chain.
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Whip KILLS BIRDIE SO BAD
Back in the peanut gallery for the time being, Whip can't help but audience Ayame's last ditch effort with a short laugh. Whether or not it fell through, it's more than enough to impress the Ikari Warrior. Going up against a guy like him, and an attack like that? The girl's got chutzpah. She likes her. She likes her a lot.
And in a just friends way, Birdie.
When Ayame is next to depart the freefall fight, Whip steels herself the second Birdie whirls on her, already ready and waiting for this to come down to their high noon. The ground is coming up close. Her drop gauge is warning her that their parachutes are just seconds away. She has little time. And she appreciates that he strikes fast. That chain comes at her, and she's already quick to receive it, lifting one thickly-gloved arm to stop it dead and save her fleshier parts. A grin sharks out of her.
"Better save your luck for the poker tables, buddy," she tells Birdie wryly, her hand grabbing onto the chain to heave him in. Whip goes streamline as she does so, bringing her whip back out and going to town. Similar to the violent storm of punches he littered on Ayame, she does the same with her leather whip, moving against time, gravity, and breakneck momentum to try to carve whipstrike after whipstrike after whipstrike into his body.
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Sonic Slaughter KW from Whip with Murderer Chain.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie can no longer fight.
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Is it really Whip? Birdie can't hear you over his FANTASIES. FANTASIES that cause him to ultimately zonk out of it when Whip steels herself, and when he's trying to choke her.
But then Whip insults him?! Oh that's terrible! But then she insults his chain?! THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
Which is why Birdie actually tries to tighten the chain around her next, or at least try to get it back there. But it doesn't, instead, Whip's golden whip whips him mighty proper. No matter how hard he fights it, he's not getting through.
Finally he gives up and falls unconscious, Whip kicking his butt to the ground while two more parachutes go off. It only slows him enough to slowly let him fall. Enough, however, for Birdie to come down, head first into a giant target like a lawn dart.
And guess what? Bull's eye.
In the end, Voodoo pulls through. Voodoo always does. When Birdie breaks away after his foiled attempt -- his laughable attempt -- to try to match a length of anything aginst her superior, precious whip, she finds herself the last body conscious in the sky. Delight fixes across her face. Looks like she won. And Whip celebrates it with an impassioned kiss to the handle of her weapon the moment her parachute deploys.
Right on cue. She reaches for her steering lines to aim her down to the drop zone.
She tugs on her steering lines. Nothing. She tries again. Dud. She rips on it!
Whip huffs at the empty sky, "S-- Sabotage!!"
And left unable to steer, the parachuting girl floats down, within seconds out of the drop zone, within minutes out of the desert, and to her very abject display, finds herself floating into the sprawling Las Vegas metropolis. She's still tugging helplessly as she floats on over the strip, skimming past lights and monolithic hotel-casinos.
She descends down. And down. And down. Her parachute pulls her into an expensive looking condominium complex, and down into its walled quarters, and past it, down--
Whip lands right in someone's warm lap. Her parachute flops on top.
Soon enough, she fumbles through the clothy mess, and pushes its veiling weight away, the world returning to her in the form of... an expensive backyard grotto, complete with a banquet table, a glimmering pool, a bricked patio, the entire Thunder from Down Under cast, and a whole lot of tight squeaky leather thongs.
Her face goes redder than a Martian sunset.
They're everywhere. They're like fleas on a dog. Tanned strippers in the pool. By the pool. On the diving board. In patio chairs. Underneath her. Every single one of the hard-bodied, oiled-up, Australian strippers smiles her way. Especially the one whose lap she currently occupies.
"Um... hello." Whip bleats.
"G'day."
"G'day."
"G'day."
"G'day."
"boomerang"
COMBATSYS: Whip has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:39:20 02/29/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 14:16:36 03/06/2008.