Description: Objective: Ongoing PSI Hunting. Obstacle: An endless torrent of PSI power. Alias: None. Summary: Ayame continues to pursue her new calling in life. Taking down psions for her mysterious benefactor, the girl tracks down and ambushes the unsuspecting Zach Glen. Some day off, eh? He'll have to put in for vacation time now...
Zach Glen is enjoying the rare day off. It's not that he is ultra-vital to the YFCC's operation, he's just something of a workaholic. Maybe he enjoys holding a steady job.
Today, however, he is doing some shopping. He wants a nice bed to sleep in for once, instead of some crappy bedroll. So he makes his way down the snowy streets, and makes a fatal mistake:
He decides to take a shortcut through the back-alleys.
Zach hasn't been forgotten, by any means. Marked in Ayame's impeccable memory as another fighter with powers the sort that her benefactor is interested in learning more about, she has kept him on her list of people to track down. And thanks to his presence when she assaulted Mizuki at the YFCC, she knew just where to find him to boot.
The young man was tracked for a little while as Ayame learned his routes, routines, address, and hours. Like the others she had targetted, gathering information happens first, then, well, gathering them is next on the list. Which is where she's at when it comes to one Zach Glen.
Then it became a matter of 'where'. Most of his routes were too public. Not that the girl has a problem with smash and grabs in the light of day, but kidnapping? That's a bit more involved.
Trailing the young man idly this afternoon on the off chance something will stand out to her, Ayame gets lucky as he veers into his short cut. Hm. That's not routine, the girl ponders as she leaps the gap between two buildings to land on the other side and keep up with him. She hadn't planned on catching him today but...
Slipping a phone from her belt pouch, she flips it open and presses a few keys, then flips it closed again, sliding it back into the pocket for it. Now's as good as ever, she supposes. Without having prepared ahead of time, she has no fancy tricks to set up for this ambush. She'll keep it simple. A leap from off the top of the building down the two stories... two thick soled Doc Martin shoes aiming to stomp right down atop Zach's head!
COMBATSYS: Ayame has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Zach with Heavy Kick.
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Zach should have been paying more attention; he's not familiar with this section of town and his own experiences have taught him that he needs to look out more in these situations.
His price this time? A Boot to the Head.
Zach folds to the concrete like a house of cards, sprawling out on the ground. He pulls himself to his hands and knees, the only indication to him of what is going on being the familiar pain of getting hit in the head. He glances vaguely in Ayame's direction, sweeping a hand that comes nowhere near the Psion Hunter.
The gash of Psycho Power that emerges immediately after, however... that might.
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Zach's Zero Stance.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Ayame
Her initial attack did better than she had expected. Not that Ayame minds. There's not even the slightest tinge of sympathy for the young man she's targetted tonight. After her crushing stomp is delivered, she hops backward, feet sliding along the ground as she lands on the alley's pavement.
At first blink, she starts to charge toward Zach, teeth gritted as she seems intent on keeping intense pressure on the young man. But he recovers a little faster than she had anticipated, his hand sweeping out toward her, unleashing a blast of that energy that makes him such a prime target. Oh yeah, he's still got it. That surging, excessive force within him.
But Ayame has the advantage of being on her feet and mobile, allowing her to slip around the attack unscathed even if it means diverting from off her intended path a bit. "So we meet again, eh?" Her voice is chipper, the girl spinning in around from the other side, attempting to grab Zach's extended hand and twist it in order to flip him onto his back quickly. If she can keep him rooted, his mobility won't be able to serve him here!
COMBATSYS: Zach endures Ayame's Quick Throw.
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Zach does not attempt to evade or stop the throw, strangely enough. He exhales sharply as he rolls through with the toss, landing on his back.
"I guess," Zach croaks as he regains his bearings. "Time for a shout-out."
Zach plants both hands on the ground even as he kicks his legs for the sky. Psycho Power and arm strength launch Zach straight into the air with a bit of a spin. Zach extends his arms as he leaves the ground even as the Psycho Power covers his body in a sheath of pain.
"RISING TACKLE!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame interrupts Blast Bash from Zach with Harvest's Reaper.
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Zach 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
The second Zach has been flipped onto his back, Ayame's hand is already slipping into her pouch to retrieve a familiar tool of hers. A collapsed staff, one that can go from being six inches long to six feet long in the blink of an eye with the touch of the right button.
"You can just give up, we both already know how this is going to go," the young hellion remarks, her tone becoming a little bit more sober. The out come is inevitable in her mind, written in stone, she's already calculated out the probabilities from their last encounter. His ability to strike, the strenght of his psycho power, his speed. In Ayame's mind there's no question. "Save yourself a few lumps, perhaps."
But chat while she may, she's still very much serious business, her staff flaring up with a violent, churning amount of red chi that courses over the surface of the titanium pole like liquid flame. And as the young man attempts to smash Ayame up into the air with his power infused tackle, she retaliates in turn, slamming her staff upward from low to high with a rising crescent angle, shifting into one of her most devestating, pain inducing techniques.
His shoulder bashes her in the chin, psionic power jarring the girl some - but not enough to stop the second upward swing of her staff intended to take Zach clean off his feet. Rising up into the air with her own momentum, the girl hefts her staff up over her head, the weapon blazing bright. The pose lasts a moment, an executioner's axe waiting to drop...
And then it comes, a final slam to drive the poor youth into the pavement something fierce. Ayame drops down, herself, landing in a half crouch, her right hand coming up to rub her jaw, her left hand holding a tight grip on that deadly weapon of hers. "Still bold as I remember. Reckless though..." A thin smile crosses her lips as she slowly rises to standing, the chi encasing her weapon slowly fading away as she ceases to channel the destructive power into it. "You're putting up quite the fight and you don't even know what good times are in store for you!"
Zach yells as he slams to the ground, purple fire seeming to splash out from under his body as he lands. The flame persists as Zach lays there on the pavement coughing. Still... he gets to his feet, wobbling as he stands. He stares at Ayame even as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. Some of the psychic fire washes up Zach's body, as if to bolster him somehow as he looks at his assailant.
"More fun than a beating?" Zach asks. "Forgive me, but I think that I will have to pass on that one." Zach drives in once more. As he told Frei once, all he has is a hammer. Trouble tends to look a lot like nails.
He brings a hand forward, aimed at the side of Ayame's head. Unlike Alma, Zach cannot channel any kind of "cleansing emotion" into his strike. He can, however, deliver a terrific wallop of Psycho Power in the shape of a beach ball!
COMBATSYS: Ayame reflects Impulse Flare from Zach with Midsummer Fantasy.
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Zach 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Ayame
Ayame watches Zach rise, chosing to be passive instead of attacking once again, brown eyes studying the young man. Her right hand comes up to brush some of her hair back over her ear to get it out of her face, but she otherwise simply waits for the moment. "Oh, you're forgiven," she grins. "After all, you don't really have a choice in the matter."
He comes at the girl again and Ayame reacts in turn, sweeping back a step and turning to the side, such that she's directly facing the impending sphere of Zach's power. Her left hand moves to the side, getting her staff out of the way, as the girl raises her right hand and slams it out, palm forward, a churning discus of red, swirling energy manifesting itself a few inches out in front of her.
The two wildly different energies collide for a moment before Ayame pushes back harder, pouring even more power into the conjured barrier, forcing it to overwhelm the beachball of pain and strike back at the young man with what little energy remains in the swiftly devised defense.
By now Ayame's expression is neutral. "There, there. It's understandable that you're frustrated. But do yourself a favor and give up."
The blast throws Zach into a wall, forcing a short yelp when he hits. He slides to the ground, managing to keep his feet. He stands there for a moment, the fires intensifying as he regains himself a bit. He settles down into something passing for a fighting stance as he regards Ayame.
"If I don't get a choice, then I sure as hell better get an explanation," Zach says as the flames light up the alleyway. Someone might start to notice the light show at this point...
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Zach 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Ayame
Ayame grins faintly, hanging back as Zach demands explanations. "Oh, well, see," she continues calmly, tucking her staff under her right shoulder, her left hand reaching over to pull back the cloth wrapping around her right forearm. "You're going for a ride. Going to meet a friend of mine, interested in folks like yourself."
As she draws back the cloth a small device is exposed on her forearm - a cross bow, its 'wings' unfolding as Ayame takes aim at his right leg by raising her arm and pointing it his way. A trigger in the palm of her glove unleashes the small bolt, sending it flying Zach's way.
By itself, the little dart may not pack much of a punch. But it is laced with a mild nerve argent - one that may start to slow the young man down just a little before his fighter's constitution overcomes it. "You're special, Zach Glen. Sadly, that's not a good thing for you today."
"Like hell I am," Zach responds as Ayame answers. "It's not so good for you that I am special, either."
He spares a quick glance around him as Ayame brings up the crossbow. It ought to take the ensuing abuse. Zach grins ferally. "You're about to find out why, too."
With that, Zach lets out a loud kiai, purple energies blasting forth like a tidal wave. Trash cans, dumpsters, that wrecked car down the way, all get blasted out of the alleyway at high speed in the wake of the flare.
If Zach is lucky, Ayame will get swept up in it as well!
COMBATSYS: Zach overcomes Sudden Fling from Ayame with Storm Flare.
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Ayame full-parries Zach's Storm Flare!
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Ayame
The small dart meant for Zach doesn't have a chance in hell, vaporized instantly by the storm Zach unleashes. To be sure, the degree of the incoming explosion catches Ayame off guard. She knew Zach was overloaded with psycho power compared to most she's found, but this goes beyond anything she had seen before in her research!
For a moment it seems that she might be caught flat footed, caught up in the destructive force along with all the debris hurtling through the air. Where is there to run when the entire alleyway is being filled with a giant outpouring of power? It so happens that the very excessive force of the attack is the exact thing that saves her, a large section of sheet metel torn from the side of one of the old buildings flying at the girl.
It's with split second timing that she kicks the flying metal and hops onto it, riding the explosion out on the rising surface of the metal panel. Swept up by Zach's attack indeed, but spared the fury of it by the protective metal panel. Even as it begins to warp and fall apart from the psycho power blasting against it, Ayame leaps up off it, taking her further into the air and putting her outside of the blast zone as it were...
Of course, now she has to come back down, the girl begining to descend back the way she came. But something is on its way down to meet Zach before she's even going to get there. Three spinning, weighted, linked chains. A bolas aimed to entangle the young man and drop him to the ground for good, hopefully before she even lands!
COMBATSYS: Zach overcomes Hijacked EX from Ayame with Ka-Psi-Ne Ate.
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Zach winces as he sees Ayame win clear of the last-ditch effort. Glen slumps a bit as Ayame starts he decent. He's quickly running out of rabbits, and the hat is getting shallow.
However, he remembers something he had seen Todoh-sensei do.
Zach brings his arms to one side before swinging them in wide motions. The three sheets of violet power form, and race towards the Hunter, blasting through the chains as they continue on course!
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Zach's Ka-Psi-Ne Ate.
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Zach 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Ayame
Well, shoot. Ayame hadn't expected Zach to be so quick on the draw after such a massive outpouring of power. Her bolas are destroyed just as handily as her dart was moments before and now she's left landing with an incoming cascade of chi. With no expereince with the Todoh clan style of fighting, she doesn't recognize the technique for what it is. But she does know she wants to get the hell out of the way of it!
A swift dive to the side serves to avoid the attack, though it leaves her slowed down for a moment as she recovers into a roll, coming up with a grunt, tightening her grip on her staff as she looks back over toward the young man. Jeez, she thought she already had him more than handily beat, but he's full of surprises isn't he. Exhaling with a huff as she's forced to keep trying to work the young man down, Ayame is back on the offense after taking a split second to catch her breath, "Don't you ever run out of that stuff??"
Whipping her staff up over her head, the girl attempts to bring it crashing down at an angle for Zach's shoulder before taking a step backward and swinging it around for a strike from the opposite side aimed to slip in under his arm and smack a rib or two!
COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Ayame's Medium Strike.
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Zach sidesteps the swing neatly, sort of. He wobbles a bit when he stops, and grins at Ayame again.
The purple energy flares up as he thinks for a moment. "No, I'm not sure that I do, actually," Zach quips.
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Zach 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Ayame
Zach slips his way through the two strikes, leaving Ayame to take a step back as she re-evaluates her options. Okay, he's still hanging in there. That's, well, more than she expected, by far. "You're making me fall behind schedule here. Quit making this hard!"
Taking a few seconds to catch her breath, the winded girl is quiet for a moment, brown eyes studying the stubborn target. Grunting, she decides to simply continue pressing the offensive, charging toward Zach, whipping the staff up over her head as she spins in with another swift, powerful strike, the girl aims for one of his knees, hoping to put an end to his mobility, then whips the staff around the other direction to trip his feet out from under him and finish by bringing the weapon crashing down against the top of his head should he fall, hoping to put him out like a light!
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Zach with Random Weapon.
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Zach reels as the staff fetches a solid swat on the top of the head. He wobbles for a moment, stars swimming before his eyes as he tries to mount some sort of comeback. However, the hat is still shallow, and there is only one rabbit left in it.
Zach reaches out, and grips the staff, even as he cocks another punch. A massive gauntlet hazes into existance, its shape flickering and fuzzing in places as Glen gives Ayame's weapon a good yank to bring her in. Hopefully she'll run into the strike...
...before Zach faceplants in the alley.
COMBATSYS: Zach can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame interrupts Burst Strike from Zach with Manslaughter.
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The swift strikes delivered, Ayame pauses, a little tired and slower, but clearly faring a lot better than her target is. He takes a hold of her staff, seeking to pull Ayame in closer, and for a moment that seems to work well enough except for the fact that Ayame has released her hold on it, whipping a belt from off around her waist as she willingly steps in closer.
The psi infused fist crashes into her cheek, but by the time it does, she's wrapped that belt around his forearm, cinching it up at the elbow, and by holding onto the strap she's able to keep from getting blasted away like she most definitely would have. This allows her to stay in close enough to continue on with a solid knee to his stomach while pulling him forward and twisting in behind him, yanking his one arm behind his back.
Deftly, with the experience of someone who's done this perhaps way too often, she pulls Zach's other arm behind his back and ties it off with the remainder of the belt, locking his limbs in behind him. She thinks he's given it all he's got, but why take chances? By the end, she trips the young man's legs out behind him and drops down to the pavement with him, taking a seat on his back when all's said and done.
"Whew," the girl gasps, hand coming up to rub the side of her face, the lingering pain of psi energy having assaulted her nerves directly not quite yet faded off. But it seems as if her target isn't moving anymore at least, so her job appears to be finished. Seconds pass as she catches her breath until finally she fishes her phone back out and flips it open. A button press later and she's speaking into it, "Yeah, got him. Swing on by." The sedan will be there soon.
Passing the time, Ayame slips her hair ribbon out of her hair and runs the strong, black fabric around Zach's ankles, tying them tightly together as she remains seated on his back. Nope. He's not going anywhere but into the trunk of a Cadillac!
COMBATSYS: Ayame has ended the fight here.
Log created on 14:39:24 03/02/2008 by Ayame, and last modified on 17:44:03 03/02/2008.